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Husbandly Duties

Chapter 3 to Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: It is yours and Joel's 3rd year wedding anniversary and he makes sure it is spent well

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 5.7k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making out, Dirty talk, Slight foreplay, P in V, No protection, Joel cums inside of you, Missionary, Choking, Spitting kink, Joel is soft but not too soft, Clit rubbing & possibly more

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Work, work, work and more work. This damn job is draining your mental health. You love being an office worker, sure, you get a lot of free time and the work you do isn't hard, at all, but it is so time consuming and insanely boring. You'd kill someone if it meant you could have a normal schedule and go home at a decent time. You miss your old job, it was crappy, but the schedule was great and you got to go home at the same exact time, every single day you worked there.

It is 8:00 PM already and you've been working since 10:30 AM, it's been a terribly long day.

What makes it a billion times worse is the fact it is your and Joels three year anniversary. In total, you've been together for five years, but you guys got married three years ago, it was a wonderful day filled with love and gleam. You miss it and you remember it like it was yesterday. Your dress was long and beautiful, you looked gorgeous. Joel was dashing that day, he is everyday of course, but that particular day he was perfect.

The day was beautiful too. August 13th 2012, your most favorite day. But with your luck, you had to work and Joel did not. You wish you could be home with him at this very moment, having a tasty dinner with him while watching a movie, then afterwards he rearranges your guts...

You've been day dreaming of that today, honestly. You've been horny, ovulation isn't for the weak. You've been craving your husband all fucking day. You'd do anything to be with him right now, you truly would.

Aside from that, you have to focus. You're on your final document, the more you concentrate, the faster it'll get done. Joel is going to pick you up from work, so that's something to look forward too and you can't wait to see him. You can't wait to be beside him again. You want to touch him, and kiss him, hug him, everything. You just miss your husband, so very much. It is definitely a mix of your clinginess, ovulation & sadness.

Alas, you began to transfer all your brain and will power into your work, the sooner, the absolute better.

-

Finally! You're finished. The first thing you did was whip out your phone to text your husband, hopefully the dummy didn't fall asleep. You know his job is also tough on him, he's a contractor, it is very hands on work and it's understandable that he is exhausted more than the average person. You began to type out your message until you officially finished it, then you sent it to him.

"Handsome, I finished working. Come get me. Love you."

You were so ready to be home.

Whenever you have to wait for Joel, you just relax in your office either on your phone or your computer. Luckily, despite this being a plain Jane office job, you have your very own office. It's designed to your liking. When you got it officially, Joel helped you decorate it; He's genuinely a life saver. One time, when he came to pick you up, he came up to your office to help you carry some things down... He ended up having to carry you as well due to your legs being way too wobbly...

You turned your computer off and slightly reorganized your desk top. When you come into work tomorrow, you don't want it to look the same as it does now. This is like a ritual at this point, cleaning up your work space daily. It's a great habit to have. You set your pens and pencils back into their case and you set your mouse pad back in its original position, placing the wireless black mouse on top of it. You made sure your personal spaces looked spotless and your desk was no exception.

Your phone buzzed on the white desk top, Joel messaged you. He never texts back too late. The longest you can recall was twenty minutes and that is because he was working. He's truly a wonder, no man you've met was willing to do such a thing, answering quickly. Your ex prioritized his games over you, it was exhausting but now, you have yourself a real man - Joel.

His message read:

"Alright sweetheart, on my way. I love you too."

The message made your heart melt.

Joel is such a sweet man. He's rough on the edges and cold at times, but he's your baby at the end of the day. You see sides of him that no one else does. His brother, Tommy, when you first met him described him as an asshole but once you got to know him, your perception totally changed. You are grateful for Tommy though, he introduced you to Joel. Without him, who knows where you would have ended up or whom you'd end up with.

Once you two started dating, you had asked Joel what he thought of you when he met you and his response was touching.

"I saw you and knew one day, we'd end up like this. How we are now, I just knew it after getting to know you little by little."

He even repeated those very words in his vows to you on your guy's Wedding day.

Oh how you miss that day - The amount of love and faith passed around that day was joyous. Now, today you get to celebrate it all over again, a tradition you are more than okay with uplifting. Last year, you put on your Wedding dress, Joel his suit, and you two danced around your living room. The little moments like that are precious and sacred. You don't plan to do that this year, you'd rather go home and eat something, but it is a sweet subject.

You found yourself biting on the end of your pen as you thought about him and all the two of you have been through. You're like a school girl who gets her very first crush. You're obsessed with Joel, you'll admit it. It isn't a bad thing, not at all. You're happy to be with a guy who has you all over him. If you weren't, it wouldn't be a very passionate and fulfilling relationship, now would it?

"Gosh." You giggled to yourself, dropping the pen into its case. You stood up and double checked your office - Everything is in check. You, unfortunately, do work tomorrow so you want this office to be pristine when you come back. You may be bored and spent, but you aren't those enough to put yourself through hell tomorrow morning. But, everything seemed well enough.

You decided you'd wait outside for him to arrive. There are benches surrounding the front of the large, industrial building that you could wait on. Usually, you stay in your office and await a message from him but the sooner you're out there, the absolute better.

With your phone, drink and purse in hand(s), you made way out of the office building. The company you work for primarily focuses on having customers purchase things you sell; You work in the department for selling goods such as food, clothes and more. Other departments include things such as outside work and children's toys and wear. This section has always worked best for you and it's HQ is massive, you've always felt important walking into and out of the establishment.

Your office was set on the third floor and you couldn't complain, others were in the sixth or seventh. All you have to do is use the elevator and leave. You won't lie, sometimes you're a bit nervous doing this, in fear of the wrong person being outside when you are as well. You shoved those scary thoughts to the side, wanting to focus on the good and the possibility of greatness.

Exiting your office, you saw one of your coworkers, Leroy, leaving his office too. "Hi." "Hey stranger, you heading out?" "I am. Joel is picking me up." "Good to hear, once again, happy anniversary to the two of you." "Thanks Lee, we seriously appreciate that." Leroy was always a kind soul. He's an older man, he's wise and witty, you've always enjoyed that about him. Joel has always been a bit sketchy about the men you endorse yourself with but Leroys never bothered him. In fact, they've spoken a good few times.

"You leaving as well?" "I sure am, I also won't be here tomorrow." "Why's that?" "My sons wife is having my grandchild tomorrow, I can't wait to meet the little one." Leroy expressed great love for his children and grandchildren. He has three kids, two sons and a daughter. He also has four grandkids, three from his son and this upcoming one from his second son. From the pictures you've seen, they're so stinking cute! "That's amazing Leroy, congratulations." You are happy for both him and the parents. Such a blessing.

Kids was never a topic you and Joel much discussed. You want them someday for sure, but not yet, you want to wait maybe another year or two. Joel is great with children from what you have seen. When he met your younger siblings, he was so gentle with them, even sat down and played with them. Moments like those make you want to have babies sooner but you must wait, it isn't the time... Yet...

The elevator began to desend both you and Leroy down it and onto the first floor where the exit was.

When it opened, you stepped out of it alongside him. The two receptionists said bye to you both.

"I'll see you soon Leroy, have a good time meeting your grandbaby." You said to him with a friendly voice. "I sure will, take care!" Leroy shouted as he got into his truck and drove off into the moonlight.

You were all alone. You sat down on the wooden bench near the entrance of the establishment and waited there. The drive from your home to your work isn't all too bad, maybe ten minutes at the most but Joel tends to speed on the back roads and that gets him here much sooner than normally. You couldn't wait to arrive at home. Something different about you is the smell of places, they bring you different feelings and senses.

At work, you feel normal, just fine & content. The way the atmosphere is at work is boring, you don't have much fun there ever and you truly only like it for its isolation purposes and it's amazing pay. Home smells like Joel, who is your comfort and your joy. At home, you can let loose and be your honest self - Your best version. You have transferred your home into what was once a regular, janky house into a safe space for you and your husband to gladly share.

If you and Joel do have children someday, they'll surely be smothered in affection.

Gazing up at the countless stars in the sky, you tried to pass the time. It felt like ages before Joel actually arrived. You are also just utterly impaitent, you want to be home now. "Ugh." You groaned out, tossing your head back on the bench, a pouty look forming on your face; You texted him.

"Handsome, hurry, I miss you."

That'll get him speeding.

Joel is a smart guy, he is safe but also risky all at once. You worry for him, of course you do, but you trust him with your life. You practically trust him with anything. If he had to perform a transfusion on you, honestly, you'd let him. Joel is your lover and you love him more than he could ever imagine. Some may find it questionable, how much you have faith in him, but you don't at all, it's just how it is when you're in a relationship like your very own.

A buzz came from your phone whilst you were roaming the never ending thoughts that spiral in your head.

"Just entered town baby, now you be a patient girl and wait."

That got you wet, bingo.

Joel being strict has always had you in a chokehold.

"Fine."

And send.

-

That very recognizable black, lifted truck pulled into the parking lot. It's headlights were shining brighter than a diamond as they came through. Joel tinted them, the beam of them dimming as he parked and got out of the truck. He looked as good as ever, your handsome husband. He didn't park too far from the building either, it'd be only a couple seconds to walk to it but Joel is too much of a gentleman to let you amble there alone.

"Hey babygirl." Joel said in his deep, Southern voice as he spotted you. "Hi honey." You stood up, running up to him and jumping into his burly arms. Joel accepted your hug with open arms, a chuckle emitting from him as he held you. "Ya miss me baby?" He squeezed you, kissing the side of your head and getting a whiff of your fruity scented hair - He loves it. "So much." "I missed you too." Joel gruffly mumbled against your neck, pressing kisses to it.

The hug was long and loving. You missed him very much, especially his touch. Your guy's anniversary means the world to you and him, you didn't want to waste anymore time.

"Take me home." You laughed, still being held by him. "Sure thing darlin'." He replied, not putting you down but instead carrying you to the truck. You do have a personal vehicle but it is in the shop right now, so Joel has been driving you to and from work. Even when you do have your car, he'll drive you sometimes just for extra time. It's sweet, truly. Joel opened the passenger side door, the truck light turning back on when he did. The truck smelt great, he must've inputted a new air freshener. "Get in baby." He patted your ass as you got into the truck.

You scoffed playfully, sitting down and buckling in. The smell was actually amazing; The scent was earthy and woodsy - It's definitely Joel's vibe. He then got in after you, an audible grunt being heard from him as he sat down. You couldn't help but smile and admire him. He is wearing a stained blue t shirt with faded blue jeans, it appears to be casual clothes, or his work clothes. He didn't have to work today, yet you did, kind of bullshit.

He started the truck up and began to drive you two home.

"Leroy is having another grandbaby." You started up a conversation. "Is that so? Well, good for him then." Joel responded. He didn't know Leroy as well as you. "Yeah, thought it was cool, the baby being born around our anniversary." You giggled, leaning against the center console and looking at Joel. "Sure. And by the way, happy anniversary baby." Joel added on. He didn't forget, you know that, you two exchanged some kisses and cuddles this morning in honor of it. "I'm sorry you had to work today, on our special day." Joel concluded.

He's such a sweetheart.

"It isn't your fault, honey, it's not really anyones." You commented, taking his free hand in yours. Joel glanced over at you and gave you a hearty smile, knowing how much today meant to you. "I have a surprise for you at home." "You do, what is it?" "Now doll, if I told ya, that wouldn't be much of a surprise now would it?" Joel chuckled, bringing your soft, small hand up to his face and kissing it gently. "Well, you already revealed there's a surprise at home for me." "I did." "So... Wouldn't that mean it isn't much of a surprise?" "Can you just be quiet, my dear?" He teased you, his corners creasing as he bellowed.

Oh that smile and the way his eyes change as he laughs, it warms your big heart. You love seeing Joel happy and well, it makes you feel out of this world. "I love you." "I love you sweetheart." He replied, putting your hand down and instead moving his hand to your thigh. You let out a soft sigh, enjoying his touch. Although, usually whenever he grabs your thigh, it turns into something much more but you won't complain.

You rested your head against the window, looking out at the night sky. It was pretty. Your Wedding night was gorgeous too. It rained that day though, you love the rain but surely not on your Wedding day. You kind of, in a way, hoped it would rain tonight. It would be something special to you. When it was raining that night, you and Joel kissed passionately under the dazzling moonlight, embracing each other as you did. It was so memorable and you often catch yourself thinking about it.

Also, you were very curious as to what the upcoming surprise Joel has for you is. It could be anything. It's obviously for your anniversary, so it has to be wonderful, right? Anything Joel does for you isn't taken lightly, you love it all and cherish it equally. He puts in the effort and that is what matters most to you. You'd just have to wait the car ride out to see what it was.

Joel's hand still rested on your thigh and he'd squeeze it every so often, making you more and more wet. It's not shocking - Joel's touch has always been able to do that to you. You couldn't wait to get home with him, maybe he'd let you have him tonight.

Sometimes he's just too tired and that is understandable, he's a contractor after all, a busy man, you'd never ever pressure him into something he isn't in the mood for. But hopefully, he's in the mood tonight.

-

Pulling into the driveway of your guy's shared suburban home, Joel released a grunt as he parked his truck directly in front of the garage; To him, it was pointless to waste time driving it into it. He took his keys out of the ignition and gave you a quick look of 'C'mon' before he then opened his door, hopping out of the truck. You did the same. As you climbed out of the truck, you saw Joel waiting at the front porch for you. Such a silly man.

You shut the door and ran up to him, a contagious giggle came from you. You were excited, curious on what this socalled surprise was going to end up being. "I'm going to need you to close your eyes." Joel said softly, his hands going to your hips as he caressed them; He plans to hold you as you walk, just for safety measures. "Okay..." You hesitated but closed them shut & tightly, truly not wanting to ruin the surprise at all.

"Alright..." Joel spoke out with his deep, gruff voice. He opened the front door and began to lead you through the house and up to your guy's bedroom. You knew that's where you two were headed considering he had to literally carry you up the stairs. "I'm nervous." "Don't be sweetheart." He kissed your cheek and set you down as you reached the top.

The sound of him opening the bedroom door was heard loud and clear and afterwards, he ushered you into the room. Already, it smelt lovely, like roses. "Mmm, the smell." "Glad you like it, doll." Joel hummed, his hands now going over each eye. "Now, babygirl, you ready?" "Yes, I am." You snorted, your arms resting at your sides. "Ok." Joel laughed, removing his hands and allowing you to finally see what he had done for you and oh, it was magnificent.

All across the bed were rose petals, scattered neatly. The lights were dimmed, causing the atmosphere to seem very sensual. There was also a tiny, red box on the bed that you didn't pick up immediately, but once you did, you took a quick scan of the rest of the room. It was fully cleaned, he actually cleaned for once. The bed was even wonderfully made, for now... On your guy's dresser were lit candles, and that snapped you out of reality.

"You dumbass, did you leave candles lit when you came to get me?" "Hon, it was a sacrifice I was willin' to make." You scoffed. This man sometimes... Although, you couldn't help but titter and the laughter only increased once you opened up the red box. You were surprised, that's for damn sure, but also super happy. Inside was the morning after pill and instantly, you knew what he was implying. "Jesus Christ." You began to laugh hard, too hard, to the point you flopped onto the bed.

Seeing you lose it, also caused Joel too.

"Gosh baby, this is just-" You laughed so hard, you couldn't breath and Joel had to calm you down.

"Alright sweetheart, breathe." He snickered, cupping your face in his larger sized hands. You let out a deep breath, trying to collect yourself but it was hard. This man went out of his way to buy an expensive ass pill just to be able to cum inside of you, such a jack rabbit. "Okay, okay, I'm good." You sat up and rested our head against his lap. "Joel Miller, you're such a funny man." "And Mrs. Miller, you're such a beautiful woman and I'd like you to let me show you just how much I love you tonight." Oh his words...

You sat up, climbing into his lap as fast as you could. You were so happy he was down for this, especially on a night like this one. You encased your arms around his neck as you pulled him in for a deep, long & passionate kiss. Joel's arms went around your back, pulling you as close to him as he could. He longed for this, all damn day and so did you. Your guy's lips moved in a sloppy manner as you made out, just wanting each other ASAP and not being able to remove your hands from one another.

He gripped your ass, grinding you against his lap as he held you. Your pussy only got more wet by the second, each push & each pull made you yearn for him badly. "Joel..." "I know baby." He huffed, going back to kissing you with love. You held onto his scruffy face, your nails scratching lightly against his beard, enjoying how manly he was. His lips felt so heavenly against yours, his have always been the perfect match. Your guy's lips were like puzzle pieces that were finally able to connect.

"Mmm, here." You suddenly pulled from the kiss and began to unbutton your work shirt with the help of Joel's needy hands. He speedily removed it, tossing it to the floor and his singular hand snapping your bra off; You two were getting into it immediately. Joel brought his head down to your breast, suckling on your nipple and in his other hand, fondling the breast beside it. "Oh!" You moaned, tossing your hand back as your fingers roamed through his shaggy hair.

Joel has a huge thing for your tits, he thinks they're perfect.

"My girls." Joel rumbled out, kissing your tits numerous times whilst rubbing them. You giggled as you watched him, he was like a kid with their prized possession. He went back to suckling on them, both of his hands holding your lower back now. You held his head in your hands, practically babying him as he licked your nipples and kissed your breasts. "You're so sexy." You whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Your husband looked up at you, desperation full in his eyes. It is so clear he craves you just as you crave him. He kissed you gently as he flipped you onto the bed, a cute chuckle releasing from you as he did. He laughed as well, seeing you all giddy was always sure to do the same to him. He crawled on top of you, his hands going to the end of his blue shirt, pulling it off with a smile whilst he gazed at you. "Are we just going to fuck with all these rose petals on the bed?" "Adds to it darlin', don't ya think?" He teased, going down to your neck and biting it.

You tittered, holding onto him as he marked his territory all along your neck. "Mmm, need you inside of me." You whined with a giggle. You seriously needed your husband at this point, you needed his member. "Oh, is that so?" "Mhm." You mumbled, looking up at him with soft, doe-like eyes. "Alright babygirl." Joel laughed, leaning up so he'd be on his knees.

His hands went to your waist, his hands fidgeting with the buttons of your tight, formal jeans. You were required to dress nicely, not casual, each day to work. You usually wore a blouse and jeans, which is exactly what you wore today. "Damn fuckin' jeans." Joel grumbled, unbuttoning all three of the tabs before practically ripping them off of you. You squealed, now only in your panties. Joel smirked, the sight of you absolutely jaw dropping.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful sweetheart." Joel praised you, your wetness increased when he did. You lifted your waist up, a groan coming from you whilst you did. You pulled down your underwear and handed them to Joel, expecting that he'd toss them to the side as always but instead, he balled them up and sniffed them, his brown eyes closing as he embraced your scent. "Lord..." Joel hummed, stuffing the panties into his pocket real quick.

"Babe!" You scoffed while giggling, "You never do that." "Can't help myself, you smell good." He responded; He can be so cocky sometimes.

You stared as he removed his jeans. His erect cock flung out from his tight boxers, his pre-cum visible due to the light in the room. You sighed softly as he climbed back on top of you. You held your legs up, knowing he'd eventually place them on his shoulders for more support... And so that he can go deeper inside of you, but that's beside the point.

He adjusted himself into a position that was comfortable for the both of you. Joel was not selfish, especially during love making. He put you before himself, making sure you always feel pleased and for fucking sure making sure you cum first, always. You can't even recall a time he came before you because he's always too worried about your please - Not an issue to you though. "Can't wait to feel ya." Joel mumbled, grabbing his dick and lining it up to your soaked entrance.

You accepted him, accepted every part of him and waited patiently for him to move inside of you.

The tip of his cock teased your entrance as he so slowly pushed himself inside of you. Inch after inch, you couldn't quite make a call as to when he'd stop until a few seconds later. A whopping 7 inches wasn't something to scoff at. "Oh baby." You whimpered, your arms wrapped around his torso and on his upper back. Your hands were flat on it, the heat emitting from his back absorbed onto your hand, bringing a heated feeling to your own body. "So fuckin' tight baby, you feel great." Joel muttered as he stopped himself inside of you.

He gave you a moment to adjust and get used to him. It was not common for you two to fuck without a condom, so it felt different, it felt better. You gave him a nod, letting him know you were ready and that he could move. "Alright baby, tell me to stop if needed." He was always so respectful. Ever since the first time you two had sex, he's been this way, it never changed no matter how comfortable you two got with one another. "Mhm." You nodded, your eyebrows scrunching as he began to slide in & out of your core.

Each movement felt wonderful. He was so careful, making sure you didn't get hurt by his upcoming roughness. Joel is a softie at heart, mainly with you. No matter the circumstances, you come first. "You're squeezin' me, fuck." Joel laughed, his forehead pressed against yours as he fucked your cunt, making you drip onto him. "Oh yes." You moaned, your hands quickly moving to his forearms for better stability. Your nails dug into them, your lip also digging into your lower one. "That'a girl." Joel chuckled, his speed increasing every so slightly.

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him and his body. He's so perfect, in every way, shape and form. You love this man to death. His cock stroked your walls beautifully, each push and pull earning a quiet whimper out of you. You held him close, the warmth of his body only enhancing the experience of this shared love making. "Fuck sweetheart." He grunted into your ear, his breath hot, it was sexy. "What?" You whined out, holding onto his head still. "I feel like I'm gon' cum already." You loved how he spoke to you.

He lifted himself up from the crook of your neck, his eyes on yours as he grinned at you. His pace began to quicken and the force of his hips increased in roughness, you didn't mind, you only embraced it. "Harder Joel." You panted, touching him all over. "Mmm, you're so pretty, such a pretty little sweet thing." Your husband groaned out to you.

The sounds of his manhood slamming against your womanly hood was loud and so lewd. It was very erotic and attractive in a way. The room smelt like floral and sex, two of your favorite things. You could smell the faded cologne on Joel too, your favorite scent he owns. You had on his favorite perfume, hopefully he took notice of that. "Can't wait to cum so deep inside of this pretty little pussy of yours." Joel managed to speak out, clearly so indulged inside of you. The pleasure was taking over him and you assumed this would be the first time he finished first.

As he gawked at you, you whimpered out a squeak as he began to choke you. Of course, it didn't hurt, he was like a gentle giant, making sure it was just a light grip. One hand held both of your wrists down against the bed whereas the other held your pale, little neck. "Just keep starin' at me, I wanna look into those soft eyes as I cum in you." His way of dirty talking was relentless and always brought you closer to the damn edge.

By the look on his face, you could so easily tell what he wanted to do next and he wouldn't have to ask you twice.

"Open that mouth babygirl."

The words made your stomach twist in the most pleasurable, divine way imaginable.

You opened your mouth up for him, a whine releasing from deep inside you as the hold on your neck tightened, along with his pumps becoming more sloppy and reckless. He spit in your mouth, his white salvia dripping into your pretty, pink mouth. He watched, glory in his eyes. This was something Joel was really into and when he had first brought it up to you, you were totally irked by it.

"Uhm, no baby, that's gross." "Give it a shot baby."

And you did, you never regretted it.

You swallowed his spit, your eyes watering as you did, not because you were grossed out or anything but because you were so fucking close to the edge, you could taste it. "Atta girl." He unpinned your wrists now, his free hand going down to your clit; He could tell you needed to cum now.

Gazing into his eyes, your eyes were filled with desire and lust, you longed for him all day and finally, he was giving you exactly what you wanted. His chokehold only brought you more pleasure as his fingers worked their magnificent magic on your nub. "Cum baby." He purred to you, his chokehold now moving into a caressing of your cheek. You couldn't cum yet, you wanted to hold back as long as you could but he wouldn't let up. Rubbing you faster, he said, "Hon, you gotta cum or else I'll finish first." He spoke so sternly, it was the tone you needed.

All around his dick, you came, your back arching. Joel shushed you lovingly as he held you close, still pumping himself into you. "Mmm, such a good girl, you did well." He praised you, his face buried in your hair. He embraced you so sweetly. You could feel him deep inside of you still, the sensitivity heightening, over stimulation occuring. "Please cum." You whispered, wanting him to just finish. "Kiss me then." Joel grunted, smashing his lips against yours. You cupped his face and licked his lower lip, your tongue swirling inside of his mouth now.

With a few more thrusts, Joel came deep inside of you. You could feel his warm seed shooting through you like a fish in water. You moaned loudly, loud enough for Joel's eyes to widen, then for a chuckle to come out afterwards. "Dear God." You sighed softly, coming down from your high and from the feeling of him - He recovered rather hastely.

Joel pulled out of you and grabbed a random T shirt of his, cleaning the two of you up with it.

"You best not wear that after you just wiped us off." "Imma wear it." Joel shut down your statement, you opened your mouth in disgust, but deep down it was pretty hot of him.

"Anywho, happy anniversary doll." Joel grunted, plopping down beside you and pulling you closer towards him. "Happy anniversary, Joel." You kissed his nose and soon, the tired man was out like a bulb.

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Do you know any fics similar to The Mating Privilege or I Don’t Like the Way She’s Looking at You? Just some stories where Derek isn’t the *best* mate/bf/husband etc or they have to pretend to not be together and ends up with stiles feeling neglected or ignored.

I’ve also read “how I long for yesterday” and “worth it” for those that want something similar but not quite what I’m looking for!

First of all. "How I Long for Yesterday" is my fic. So this made my day.

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss

(1/1 I 6,017 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won’t fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead. He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words ‘Derek blew me off for Isaac’ over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

Worth It by dragneels

(1/1 I 1,670 I General I Sterek)

He hadn’t thought even for a second, instincts roaring, and jumped in front of Derek, taking the blow. And then he got lost in the darkness. also known as the "stiles telling derek that he's worth everything" fic no one asked for

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As the seconds tick by by Halevetica

(1/1 I 3,972 I Not Rated)

When Derek picks up a new contract, he starts showing up late and missing important dates making Stiles feel unimportant. Derek is sure the contract is worth it, but Stiles doesn't understand why.

I'm Torn Do I Stay Do I Go by Adaline_Stilinski

(2/2 I 6,963 I General)

Derek had been focusing on making alliances with other packs around Beacon Hills to protect his pack but in doing so he started to neglect Stiles and there relationship. Stiles get's sick of it and decided to leave for some time apart is it going to help be like the stories Stiles reads and write about how distance makes love grow or will they both realise that there better apart. Will tragedy bring them together

Aberration by JackalPinesOfHouseEvergreen

(11/? I 29,415 I Teen)

Derek is a hot-shot lawyer who is very focused on his work. Stiles is his loving husband who does his best to fit into Derek's high-class family. He's hit some major roadblocks though. He feels neglected and unloved, and worse when Derek ditches him at his own family's parties which leave him humiliated as he tries to appear like their marriage isn't failing.

As an old member comes during some important werewolf ceremony to stir the pot, Derek's relationship with his family and Stiles is tested more than ever. Derek's world has been rocked and turned upside down.

And Stiles? Stiles is trying to find out who he is in the absence of the one he loves. As much as he believes in Derek and in their relationship, Stiles needs to find his self-worth that got lost along the way. Remember the fire he had inside of him as he got in the face of those that looked down at him, the fierceness of his intelligence that made others fear and respect him. Remember how fun life was...

Derek and Stiles drift a bit as Derek realizes he has to woo Stiles again, because he will not risk losing the love of his life. Not again.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc

(12/12 I 35,380 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however...

Til We Ain't Strangers Anymore by WriteByNight

(7/7 I 35,994 I Explicit)

Stiles should've expected Derek to suddenly disappear since the werewolf was in the habit of taking off without notice. However, Derek always showed up when they needed him.

As the weeks pass by, Stiles is no longer confused and a little hurt. What started as heartache begins to get worse the longer Stiles goes without seeing Derek. Eventually, his body begins to shut down and his only hope seems to be Derek...but nobody can find him.

There's no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

- - -

Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek's mate and the distance between Derek and Stiles, along with Derek's refusal to develop the bond, is slowly killing Stiles. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles is barely keeping it together.

[alrightbuckaroo]

when life gives you lemons

With ao3 down, it seems like the perfect time to transfer more stories from my 100 Ways to Say I Love You series over here! Here's one from early 2023. Credit to this user for the divider and I hope you enjoy <3

“TK?” Jonah’s voice is quiet and TK can hear his confusion clear through the question. “Am I doing something wrong?”

He looks up at TK; his eyebrows knitted together, and his lower lip is jutted out. His green eyes showing slight defeat. TK doesn’t know how to do it; but he knows he wants that look to go away. “Of course not, buddy. We just need to be patient; someone will walk by, eventually.”

TK didn’t say it out loud; but he wasn’t too sure how true that would be with it being in the high 80s on a Thursday afternoon in the suburbs of Austin.

Jonah doesn’t seem too convinced by TK’s false optimism so TK tries his next best trick; distraction.

“Why don’t you inside, grab some more markers, huh?” TK suggests. “We can make some more signs, use some of that glitter glue we got yesterday.”

Jonah dejectedly agrees before hoping off of his chair and walking through the opened garage and into their house.

TK occupies his time alone by spinning the mixing spoon in the pitcher of strawberry fizzy lemonade and rearranging the red plastic cups. He feels his phone start to vibrate agains the table and hurries to grab it, at risk of the newly arranged cups becoming askew.

“Hey,” TK answers, not bothering to see who it is.

“Hey babe,” Carlos’ voice is cutting through the line and TK smiles to himself. He sounds exhausted but TK loves the sound just the same. “I’m heading home, did you want me to pick up anything for dinner?”

TK looks at the pitcher of lemonade again before answering. “Do you think we already have everything for chicken Alfredo?”

Carlos is quiet a moment, visualizing what they already have in the kitchen. “I think so, but, I’ll probably pick up some more Parmesan cheese anyways. We just had it a couple of nights ago, is it that high in demand again already?”

TK shrugs even though he knows Carlos can't see him. “It’s Jonah’s favorite and I think he just needs a little bit of a pick me up.”

“What’s going on?” TK can hear Carlos getting into this car, the sound of his voice becoming more insulated.

“We’re selling lemonade.” TK mixes the pitcher again as he sees some of the flavoring start to settle at the bottom. “Well, we’re trying to.”

“TK, I already told you we can afford the science camp we’re sending Jonah to this week.” Carlos jokes.

TK fights a laugh before he replies. “First of all, it’s math camp this week, science was last week and second,” TK leans against the back his chair. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh you know you laughed,” Carlos answers, seeing right through TK.

“Anyways,” TK says, moving swiftly on. “Last week they learned how to make fizzy lemonade as a science experiment. This week, they watched a School House Rock special about how to save money. Long story short, I have a seven year old who has decided to go toe to toe with Country Time Lemonade.” TK explains and Carlos laughs. “Though it’s not looking to good for us but Jonah doesn’t want to give up.”

“Well, he is your brother.” Carlos remarks, off-handedly.

“I’m assuming that’s a good thing?”

“It’s the best thing, TK” Carlos answers. “You never do anything halfway; you should have known Jonah wouldn’t either.”

“That’s true.” TK mumbles. “And we are both our mother’s child.” TK mutters to himself, thinking fondly about Gwyn. Gwyn always tried her best not to give up on anything, on anyone; on him. “It’s just, we haven’t had any customers and I can tell it’s starting to get to him. I don’t want him to be sad about something out of his control.”

Carlos is silent a moment before replying, “Well, between you and me, I think his luck might change soon.”

TK’s looking over the signs he and Jonah had spent the last 20 minutes working on. He points at a black and yellow blob. “And that is,”

“It’s a bumblebee, TK.” Jonah rolls his eyes. “Can’t you see the stinger?”

TK looks at the drawing closer, not seeing anything different. “Oh yeah, it’s right there.” TK points in a general direction and Jonah moves his finger down until he’s pointing at something completely different. “Ah, got it.”

He holds up the sign, “Why bumblebees? We’re not selling honey.”

Jonah releases a very purposeful and heavy sigh. “They’re yellow? Like the lemons?”

TK nods his head, “Oh yes, obviously.”

Before TK can continue to embarrass himself is front of the seven year old business mogul himself, he sees a movement out of the corner of his eyes. He turns slightly to see Carlos walking down the sidewalk. He’s still dressed in his uniform and TK can’t help but feel a pang sympathy for him. Last time he checked his watch it was 86 degrees; and that was an hour ago.

Carlos walks up to where both he and Jonah are sitting before saying, “Hey there, so I was in the neighborhood.

TK’s eyebrows furrow, “Carlos we’re married, we live together, this is our neighborhood.”

“Just go with it, babe.” Carlos says through a tired smile. “Anyways, I was in the neighborhood and couldn’t help but be drawn to this colorful sign. I really love the bumblebees.”

Jonah’s smile is so bright TK can feel himself falling in love with Carlos all over again. “Thanks! He didn’t even know where the stinger was.” Jonah using his thumb to gesture to TK.

“How could he not,” Carlos jokes and TK can start to see where this is going. “Isn’t it that,” Carlos points to exactly where the stinger is. “Right there?”

“Is there something we can help you with, sir?” TK asks the question; annoyed but more importantly, playful.

“Well, I was hoping to buy some lemonade, and this seemed like the perfect place.” Carlos smiles and TK swears he can see all traces of defeat leave Jonah’s eyes. “What do you have?”

Jonah begins to talk Carlos through the both options: classic lemonade, strawberry lemonade; both fizzy. “It’s twenty-five cents a cup.”

“Hmm,” Carlos looks over the pitchers, weighing his options. “How much for the both pitchers?”

“You want to buy all of it?” Jonah asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, how much are we looking at?” Carlos asks, reaching for his wallet. TK gently nudges Jonah, whispering loud enough for Carlos to hear. “Overcharge him.”

Jonah ignores him as Carlos laughs and pulls out a five. Jonah does the math, and TK watches his work. He can see the math camp is doing him some good. When Jonah tells him how much it’ll be, Carlos hands over the five and tells him to keep the change.

“Thanks, Carlos.” Jonah smiles up at Carlos, one of his front teeth missing.

“Go put that with the money you got from the tooth fairy, okay?” TK suggests. “Then come back out here so we can clean this all up before dinner.”

TK watches after Jonah before turning and looking up at Carlos. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.” Carlos argues and TK sighs as he stands up and begins pouring the lemonade from the cups back into the pitchers.

“You know I do.” TK leans forward looking around them and the houses next to them. “Where’s your baby?”

“What are you talking about, you’re standing right there.” Carlos says the words casually.

TK smiles despite himself. “You’re cute, I mean your car.”

“Parked down at the Bakers; don’t worry, I let Mandy know.” Carlos shrugs, “Felt like parking in the drive way and walking up would ruin the illusion.” Carlos gestures to the plastic bag in hand, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go put some Parmesan cheese in the fridge before this Texas heat causes it to spoil.”

TK grabs Carlos’ shoulder before he makes it too far, “Babe,” He looks up at Carlos. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you two.” Carlos smiles. “Chicken Alfredo paired with a ice cold glass of fizzy lemonade. Sounds like a pretty perfect dinner to me, don’t you think?”

TK smiles. “About as perfect as could be.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

The babies losing Jack’s PG ring

“Baby girl, have you seen my PG ring?” Jack asked while coming over to you and leaning down to kiss you. You were currently in the kitchen trying to make your mother’s famous banana pudding cheesecake.

“No, last time I saw it was yesterday and it was on the dresser.” You said quickly answering him before starting to work on the crust.

“So, you didn’t mysteriously take it like last time and had me about to lose my shit thinking that I lost it?”

“No, baby. I promise that I didn’t take it, but I’ll help you look for it. Just give me a few minutes.” 

“You need any help?”

“I mean there’s not many ways you can mess up a cheesecake so why not? Combine the cream cheese, vanilla, and whipped cream in the mixer for me.”

“I…. not you throwing shade at your husband who is only trying to help.”

“I love you smush and I appreciate you for everything you do for me.”

“Especially when I’m rearranging your guts.”

You immediately scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Look for the damn ring yourself.”

“Oh, don’t act like you weren’t trying to rip my clothes off earlier.”

“Jackman, cut it out. And I’d do it again too.”

It had been about four hours and the two of you had searched the house from top to bottom looking for Jack’s ring. 

“Baby! I set it right here on the dresser!” Jack said to you clearly stressed.

“I believe you but now I have a thought.”

“What?”

“BABIES! GET IN HERE!”

All three of them came into your shared bedroom, Axel eating his cake pop, Autumn dragging her doll behind her and Ivy sucking on a lollipop which you had no idea how she got.

It was probably Urban.

“Babies, have you seen daddy’s ring? The one he wears all the time?” You asked pulling up a picture of it and showing them.

“Yes!” Axel immediately said and you and Jack let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, bubs. Where did you see it?” Jack asked and then Axel shrugged.

“I don’t remember, daddy. But I did see it.”

All Jack did was shake his head in disbelief and you were trying not to laugh.

“Ivy?” You turned to look at her and she was looking everywhere but at you.

“Um, I put it in my toy chest yesterday, but it’s not there no more.”

“WHAT?!” Jack exclaimed and you immediately put your hand on his chest to calm him down.

“Ivy, what do me and daddy always tell you? Before you take things, you need to first ask if it’s okay.”

“BABE, THAT RING WAS EXPENSIVE!”

“Jackman, I know because I bought it. But relax babe and breathe. Ivy, do you not remember what you did with it?”

She simply shook her head no while you heard Jack muttering beside you, ‘gentle parenting’ over and over again.

“Autumn, have you seen it?” Jack asked her.

“I need five dollars if you want me to talk.”

You and Jack then did a double take to look at her.

“Imma kick your little…” Jack started to say, but you immediately cut him off.

“Jack, baby….”

All he did was sigh and began to mutter underneath his breath.

“Autumn, I’m not giving you five dollars if you took something that wasn’t yours without asking. Now where is it? Mommy is not going to ask again.”

She sighed before reaching into her pocket and pulling it out.

“Here, daddy. Next time put it where Ivy can’t get to it.” 

“Me? Ax was the one who took it!”

“We’re raising three thieves. I need to set up an account for bail money instead of a college fund.” Jack said only loud enough for you to hear before you started laughing.

[whoslaurapalmer]

hi. I can't sleep so here's a cute lil super vague picture of my mom, and me, from when I was born 💖

this was taken september 28th, the year i was born, when I was finally able to come home from the hospital, because I was born a whole two months premature. I'm so tiny!! and my mom's smile is so big!!!!!

when I look at pictures of her I can really see. how badly she'd been doing the past few months. I knew she wasn't doing well, but when you see somebody every day, sometimes you still don't always see-see it, you know? anyway this is how I want to remember her. not sick. but cute and precious and with her big smile, and with me. (even if this week I still told her she looked cute. cause she's my mom, of course she's always cute.)

she did pass away today. everybody who's been to the house has been so, so kind to me. the hospice nurse, even, was so surprised that everything happened so quickly. she thought there would be just a little more time. she gave me like three hugs, and when I told her, "I know this is part of your job, but you give great hugs." she dropped her bags and went "OH, you haven't SEEN the kind of hugs I can give." and hugged me AGAIN and said "you think I give out hugs to just anyone?? come on." which, damn. that was a squeeze. and the funeral arrangement guy who was here yesterday came back today, of course, and even he was in tears about my mom. best friend came over and we talked for hours, about my mom, about the usual everything we talk about. I got into contact with one of my high school friends just the other day, and we talked about how much my mom meant to him when we were teenagers. and I'm really happy there are people who got to meet my mom and understand how special she was and got to feel loved by her.

there's lots of people who are gonna help me with the house, and with me, and where I go now. so im trying not to be, uh, too horrified about that. our neighbors, my aunt, we actually JUST ran into someone who used to help my brother when he worked, who's now on a committee for senior and special needs housing -- she's engaged to the guy fixing my grandmother's septic tank??? what are the odds????? so. I keep telling myself that's gonna be okay. I made my brother pasta for dinner, and we ate it with our aunt, and we watched mythbusters. things are gonna be weird and not always. easy. but I'm gonna be okay. because my mom told me she knew I could do anything, so. I can be okay. And I don't always have to be, either. But I can be okay.

ive kept it together like. really well today. bc there's lots of things I have to help my aunt take care of. and while I had already been thinking a lot about like. my mom not being here. and rearranging my brain around that idea. i know it's still gotta really sink in. that she's not here. im gonna wake up tomorrow and she wont be here, waiting for me. she's not gonna be able to hold my hand when I'm upset or hug me or call me food nicknames or hang out with me. but we were really, really happy, the day after she came home from the hospital, when we talked about how much fun we've had doing things together. always together. and how we wouldn't change anything, and how we'd do it all over again. so i felt like we'd said everything we needed to to each other. I know she was so proud of me, always. and that she thought my silly bill crafts were the coolest things ever. and that I could never make her upset. and she could never make me upset either. she was so silly and so loving and so fun, and wanted more than anything to be a mom, and to be loving and caring, and she was so good at it. and I'm so happy she was my mom.

[yandere-sins]

Helloo i broke my finger yesterday and i was wondering if you could do yan!genshin (Kaeya and rest up to you :)) ) reacting to their darling also having a broken hand. Have a great week and make sure to drink something byee :)

I hope you have a quick recovery! >-< Thank you for your request, I mixed some comfort in for you ^-^

a/n: YO, I SWEAR I READ THE REQUEST but I only now realized after finishing it you wanted reactions from multiple people. Sorry, I saw Kaeya and was instantly like, “Ah, yup, now I’ve got an idea for that guy!” and then only wrote him, I’m so sorry ;;

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Everything could have been so perfect if not for the outbursts.

Sometimes it was him, sometimes it was you. Yours hardly counted as violent even though you tried to hit him with fists that were soft like pats and scratch him with nails as short as he could possibly trim them. The only things that really hurt him were your words, and even those he could choose to ignore or brush off as emotions put into sounds, nothing more, nothing less. As much as he loved hearing you talk, Kaeya never wanted to consider the poison-dripping, gut-wrenching insults you threw at him as something you really meant. So he pretended not to listen, chuckling even when it felt like you were stabbing daggers in his heart. Your relationship was special. So special, in fact, that he'd allow you to be a little toxic to him, enduring your harsher treatments of his feelings with the patience of a saint.

What he could not ignore was his name falling off your lips for the first time in months.

Just moments ago, he had dismissed the tantrum you were throwing, wooden floors creaking, and amenities squeaking as you pushed, rattled, and shoved things around in your way while he unpacked groceries for you to snack on and for dinner later. You needed to put out your energy somehow, especially when he wasn't as responsive as you'd like him to be. Luckily, everything was solid wood, not easily bothered by you either. One day, your anger would subside, Kaeya was sure. Then he'd buy you prettier things to make up for settling you into such an ungainly room, spoil you with all the finer things in life, for you to enjoy blissful days in your shared apartment.

But, alas, there was a prize to pay for the precaution he took.

"Kaeya..." you whimpered, his movements stilling as he straightened his back. The ruckus behind him had finally quieted down after one last loud bang, and a few seconds passed before you uttered his name in what he could only assume must have been desperation for him to acknowledge you. Though when he whipped around, happy to give you his attention if you asked so sweetly, his eye flew wide open as he fixated on your form, sunken to the floor into a pitiful puddle, cradling your arm against your chest. It made him realize in shock that it wasn't the need to have his attention that made you call out. It was pain.

"Kaeya, it hurts," you sobbed, tears brimming your eyes, body shaking. Your vision must have been so blurry, you could barely focus on his face. And even worse, the pain must have been unbearable, for it made you unsteady and light-headed, your body rocking back and forth, barely holding on to your conscience. You were too calm for what he was seeing, and Kaeya pushed away from the kitchen counter, striding over in two big steps just in time to catch you from falling over.

His heart plummeted at the sight of your wrist, the joint bent unnaturally, a big lump forming as it swelled too fast for just a bruise. The sound of something banging into another hadn't been you merely rearranging the decor again roughly. It must have been your arm hitting an edge your bones couldn't withstand, and guilt crept up Kaeya's spine as he realized it was because of that solid wood he thought was a good idea to purchase. All he ever did was for your benefit.

A promise to protect you, love, and care for you in a way that Kaeya saw fit.

"Fuck, Baby... Hey, talk to me!" Kaeya winced as he pushed your head over to face him, trying to read the unfamiliar look in your eyes, glazed over in what must have been shock. "It hurts," you whispered so softly, losing your grip on reality. Then suddenly, in one blink, everything changed, the shock releasing in a choked but shattering scream as you jerked forward, huddling over your arm as the pain overcame you.

Kaeya fumbled to hold you back, pull the broken wrist out of your clutches to keep it from being agitated, but you were struggling against him, completely lost in the anguish of your wound. "It hurts!" you reiterated, sobbing. This time the words burst out louder, breaking Kaeya's heart as he heard you scream and hyperventilate, the air seemingly unwilling to reach your lungs.

"I know! I know..." Kaeya panicked, grabbing you by your shoulders to pull you back against him. You screamed as he snatched your wrist, moving you too quickly for the agitated fracture that caused you even more pain. The sound pierced his ears, but it hurt his heart more than his brain, his panic so unfamiliar as he lost grip on what to do. Even after all you two had been through—the bites, the bruises, the rough handling—you never actually suffered an injury before, and Kaeya was lost on how to treat it. "I know, Baby! Hang in there, I can help you, I can--"

The panic in his voice had no chance of ringing out as you threw yourself forward, crying and sobbing loudly, trying to alleviate your pain somehow by following wherever the broken wrist went, shielding and elevating it at the same time. There was no pattern in your actions other than unpredictably trying to stop hurting, and it was impossible for Kaeya to follow you without it hurting more. He felt his chest constrict, listening to your pain, feeling you fight him for the relief he wanted to give you but apparently couldn't. He promised to take care of you no matter how much you hated him or how much you struggled against his love. But what was he supposed to do? He wanted to help, but how? How could he help you?

Had his hands ever done anything else but hurt you?

Kaeya couldn't remember the last time he touched you without you jerking away. Without you shivering or crying or even just leaning into his touch like a real couple would. Neither could he comfort nor ease your mind with it now either. It was a strange moment of clarity in the panicked mess of your screams. There were very few things he was helpless about, but he never knew that it wasn't just your charm he was powerless against but also your pain that he couldn't alleviate. Watching the tears drip from your chin, cries rip your throat apart, and your body helplessly flailing in pain made him feel so fucking helpless. Like there was nothing in the world, he could do for you.

Even when he brought you pain before, it hadn't been one he couldn't rectify in the end. But now, an accident that was barely his fault was something he had no way of handling. Especially not with you refusing to give up your wrist to him. What should he do? Why was there nothing that could have prepared him for this? How did one even heal a fracture when the patient was the person he loved the most in this godforsaken world? The only good thing in his life! The one person he needed more than anything else!

He knew he couldn't. One broken bone and watching your pain, and Kaeya had finally met his match. His undoing.

Activating his vision, he could feel his body cool off against yours. Your skin was like searing flames licking at his, but he could only hope you'd come to your senses enough to realize he did it for you. It was the only way to share your pain in the slightest bit, though it wasn't even close to what you must have been feeling. For once, he hated touching you, but when he finally had you stabilized, he gripped your wrist, stealing it from your care. You howled in pain at his hands wrapped around the broken bone, and Kaeya amplified the cold in his hand as the swelling was hotter than what the human body should be, barely able to be subdued.

"Stop!" you screamed, pounding and twisting your healthy knuckles into his chest. Seeing you act normal now was almost adorable, but he couldn't take time away from your healing just to please his own twisted desires. Kaeya struggled to wrap his arm holding your hand around you, and weave the other one under your legs. "You're hurting me! Kaeya! Stop! Please!"

Your words were barely audible in the back of his mind, even though your pleas and cries tugged at his heartstrings. His only thought was helping you somehow—no matter what. You were hurting, and he couldn't stand it. Kaeya needed to fix this somehow. Quickly. He promised to fix your problems, and he would do what needed to be done. His muscles were reliable, even though his head was all over the place, lifting you from the ground and carrying you over to the door. "Fuck," he cursed, angry at himself for triple locking the shabby entrance, unlocking not fast enough for his liking.

Everything—setting you down on your feet and pressing you against him while you whimpered and cried as he fumbled with the locks before yanking the door open, to picking you up again and running down the stairs and out of the front door, flying down the street to the nearest doctor—happened in such a blur, his thoughts unable to keep up with his body acting on its own. It was instinct. The most beloved person in his life was hurt, and he needed to help you.

He barely realized what he had done before he gave you out of his hands, a doctor rushing to you as if you were bleeding out instead of having fractured your hand. You had even calmed down a little, even though the tears were still flowing. It was all the same to Kaeya, who couldn't catch his breath, panic paralyzing his whole body, making him light-headed. All he could do was step back slowly until his back hit a wall he could lean on, his eye only on you, even when the doctor took care of the fracture.

A mad giggle slowly poured out of him as he watched you yip and cry while the doc prodded, asking how this happened, where, when, and why. You looked up at Kaeya, standing farther away than ever, watching the drama unfold as your perfect, lovely lips parted, revealing everything that happened to you, stumbling over your words while he sank to the ground, laughing, as the perfect life he had planned for you two came crashing down.

There you were, ruining months of planning, hiding, sweeping things under the rock, and all he felt was relief.

Because you were safe. Someone who knew what he was doing was taking care of you. You stopped crying frantically, too busy telling your tale of captivity—exposing Kaeya to every ear that could listen. He loved you. He loved you so much. Your pain became his pain, your shock his shock. Your panic was his panic, leading him to finally let you go just so you could heal. And it was a relief to see you getting better, at least a little bit.

"They must have hit their head," Kaeya said, smiling at you from across the room as two young knights came to take him away for questioning. After witnessing your story, someone must have called the Knights of Favonious, but only Kaeya and you knew it wasn't true. That all he ever did was love you. Glancing at your hand wrapped in bandages, he didn't really feel how the lower-ranking knights cuffed him. Kaeya was just happy he could help in the end. Frantically and thoughtlessly, but he did it. Seeing you settle in your bed, eyes puffy but finally dry after crying so many tears of pain, all he felt was adoration for you, for being strong enough to get through this.

When it mattered the most, you had called his name, relied on him, and he helped you.

"I'll come and pick you up later," he promised, making a step forward with the need to kiss your forehead, reassuring you that everything would be okay.

Maybe he needed to reassure himself.

But the knights held him back, pulling him towards the doorway even though his gaze was stuck on you until the last second. You watched as they took him away, hoping he'd receive the punishment he deserved. But he promised you he'd be back.

And Kaeya always kept his promises.

[the-badger-mole]

The Other Woman: Part 3

In spite of himself, Zuko laughed when he opened the door to his uncle. Iroh held up a thermos of tea from his shop. Zuko knew it would be his favorite blend. Ginseng and hibiscus.

Iroh didn't immediately ask what was wrong. He strode into Zuko's kitchen as if he were in his own home and pulled down two teacups from the set he'd gifted Zuko years ago. Then he sat across from Zuko at his dining room table and poured them both a serving of the still piping hot tea. Iroh had a ritual when he drank his tea. He would hold the teacup in his fingertips and inhale the steam from the tea, savoring the scent. Then he would take a sip and let it sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing. Zuko had always found this particular idiosyncrasy of his uncle's a little bizarre, but this time he mimicked his uncle's actions and found that it soothed him a bit. Not completely, but enough to be noticable.

"Aren't you going to ask me what's wrong?" Zuko set his cup down and stared at his uncle. Iroh shrugged and took another sip of tea- normally this time.

"Are you ready to tell me?" he countered. Zuko took a deep breath. He wasn't actually ready to tell Iroh what happened. Saying the words would make it too real. But, Zuko figured, it was better to just say it and get it over with.

"Katara broke up with me," he said. Whatever Iroh had been expecting, that was clearly not it. He froze and his eyes widened in shock.

"But you were so happy just yesterday!" he said. "What on earth happened?" Zuko sighed and ran his hands over his face and told him about the evening. How they'd gone to announce to Ursa and his sisters that they were getting married. How everything had seemed fine until Katara had suddenly left without a word. How he'd followed her home and what she said when she'd given him his ring back. The recounting had left Zuko feeling deflated, and he hunched bonelessly over his tea. Iroh had an odd look on his face, but Zuko wasn't surprised. He'd always had a hard time reading his uncle.

"How do you feel about what Katara said?" Iroh asked. Indignation flared in Zuko's chest.

"I thought she of all people would understand!" He exclaimed. "To lose my mother so young and to be able to connect with her again? I thought Katara understood why our relationship is what it is. I thought she accepted it! But now she thinks she's competing with my mother? My mother!" Zuko's chest was heaving slightly when he was done. He crumpled in on himself and tried to stop shaking. Iroh's face was still carefully blank.

"Zuko, may I be frank?" he broached carefully. That got Zuko's attention. He looked up at his uncle, his brow furrowed in confusion. When had Iroh ever asked permission to speak honestly?

"Yes," Zuko said.

"Nephew," Iroh sighed. "Your relationship with your mother is...unusual. After what you went through as a boy, it's completely understandable why you would cling to Ursa."

"I don't cling," Zuko snarled. Iroh held up his hands placatingly.

"Your relationship with Ursa is unusually close," he pressed. "Particularly at your age." Zuko was 28, but he didn't think his relationship with his mother was so much more unusual than his peers' relationships with their mothers.

"What so wrong with it?" he grumbled. "I thought most women liked it when men have good relationships with their mothers."

"Most women don't like taking second place to their partners' mothers," Iroh countered.

"Katara doesn't-"

"Remember last week when you told me you had to cut your date with Katara short because your mother thought there was a prowler outside of her house?"

"Ikem was out of town!" Zuko protested. "And Mom and Kiyi were alone. Of course I went!"

"What about three weeks ago, when Ursa needed help moving furniture, and you had to miss a work function for Katara's company? The one where she got that award?"

"That was my fault," Zuko said. "I didn't plan well. I thought Mom wanted me to help rearrange her living room. I didn't know she was expecting a delivery of all new furniture." Iroh's mouth pursed disapprovingly.

"And what about all the times that Katara has told you plainly that she has felt disrespected by your mother?" he asked quietly. Zuko felt heat rush to his cheeks.

He and Katara had bumped heads over the course of their relationship, as any couple does, but the only major fights they had ever had were about his mother and things she'd said to Katara. Zuko had at first just said that Katara must have taken something Ursa said out of context, but a few times, he'd heard something his mother had said to his girlfriend, and admitted that Ursa had been out of line. The first few times he acknowledged it, Katara had been relieved, and asked him to talk to his mother about it. More recently, though, Katara had lost her patience for even that. And then that evening...

"Oh no!" Zuko sat up, his face going suddenly pale. Iroh leaned forward, startled and worried.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I," Zuko stammered. The events of the evening replayed in his mind. His conversation with his mother was still fresh in his mind. The things she'd said... if Katara had overheard...

There was no if about it, Zuko scolded himself. Now he understood why Katara had left so abruptly. His mother had been upset, and worried for him. She had said things about Katara that Zuko knew weren't true, but he didn't like fighting with his mother. He would never have let Ursa's words sway him, but he knew that had Katara been listening, she wouldn't have heard him say anything in defense of her or their relationship.

"She has to know," Zuko said, mostly to himself. "She has to know that I wasn't agreeing with Mom." Iroh's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Agreeing about what?" he asked. Zuko froze for a moment, shame darkening his face.

"Mom doesn't think Katara is right for me," he confessed. "She-she thinks I'd be better off marrying someone who wants to be a housewife."

"She said that to Katara?" Iroh gasped.

"Well, no," Zuko shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "She said it to me." Though, now that Zuko thought about it, that wasn't strictly true. Ursa had dropped some non-too-subtle hints in Katara's presence before.

"And what did you say?" Iroh's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Zuko's silence, and his bowed head were answer enough. Iroh leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Zuko."

"She's my mother!" Zuko insisted. "What am I just supposed to tell her to shut up?"

"When it comes to defending the honor of the woman you love?" Iroh slammed his hands on the table. "That's exactly what you say! Poor Katara must have felt as if it were her alone against your mother and you! It's wonder she held out this long! I have seen you stand up for Katara against creeps on the street, against undue rudeness from Azula, against your boss. I've seen you take her side, even when she was in the wrong. Why won't you stand with her against your mother?"

"It's different." Zuko winced. Even to his own ears, that sounded weak. "When I found Mom...I don't know...it didn't feel real for a long time. I guess I was just...just afraid she'd leave again." Zuko's voice trailed off at the end. Iroh sighed and shook his head.

"Ursa leaving wasn't your fault," he said. "She didn't leave because of anything you did. You don't owe it to her to make up for the years she missed. It's wonderful that your mother is back in your life, but she cannot be your life. You had the opportunity to build something new with Katara, but you may have lost that chance forever because you're afraid to have an argument with your mother."

"What do I do now?" Zuko asked. His plaintive voice sounded pathetic, he knew. Iroh stood up and came around to his side. After a moment, he placed his hands on his nephew's shoulders.

"I don't know if you can repair things with Katara," he said. "I hope that you can. She is a wonderful young woman, and I couldn't have picked a better match for you. But whatever happens with her, you have to make a decision about your mother. She won't stop with Katara. No matter who you bring home, she will find reasons not to approve. You need to decide if you're going to allow her to do this again."

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

[will80sbyers]

« So, are you ditching me too? » Dustin asked her, while continuing to set up the telescope.

« I want to see the stars, before ditching you and disappearing forever. » She was trying it out, the "sarcasm" thing. Max told her she was very proud of her.

Dustin smiled at her, and rearranged his new purple hat that she had gifted him on his birthday a week before.

« That would be annoying because I would have to look for you all my life after. »

She found herself blushing slightly, it was a strange phenomenon that had been happening to her for a few weeks every time she was with Dustin. She hadn't felt like this for Mike.

She wasn't nervous all the time, usually she felt relaxed with Dustin, but at the same time it was like an electric current was seizing her whole body in these moments. It felt right to joke together like this, but sometimes her heart would start running too fast if she caught him looking at her for too long, or when he said something that El was not sure if it was just a "friendship" something or...well...more.

She didn't know how to approach all of this. She was a bit worried to hurt Mike if she confessed her feelings for Dustin, and she was also scared that Dustin wouldn't feel the same as her. El knew that, after all she went through, being scared of a romantic rejection was a bit stupid, but Nancy had told her once that love does that–wait. She surprised herself with that thought... Love?

The warmth in her cheeks increased, and she imagined her face was probably super red by now. Mentally thanking God that it was night, she tried to avoid looking at Dustin. He was still setting up everything, unaware of her thoughts.

El took her place sitting over the old plaid they had recovered from the cabin, they always used it when all of her friend group decided to have dinner together on the hill. Those days were El's favourites, since her and Mike had broken up the year before, and the Upside Down was just a haunting memory in her brain, she had been enjoying her time with her friends. She knew that at one point the others were going to go away to college, leaving her alone in Hawkins, so she wanted to spend all her time with them when she could. She would have loved to go with them, and was studying really hard to catch up, but for how things were now she was going to have to wait for it a bit longer, so that she could learn all that she didn't know.

Mike was the one currently tutoring her for physics, Dustin was teaching her math, Max and Lucas helped her with English sometimes, but she found out she liked that subject more than the others. Reading was actually one of her favourite things to do now that she had the time, she could just get lost in the lives of other people all around the world, and even though she had her own incredible adventure herself, she didn't want to spend her time thinking about it like she did for the stories in the books. The nightmares about that last battle against Henry were still tormenting her... so the romance books that Max had gifted her were definitely a nice way to kill time when she couldn't fall back asleep.

«Boom! Found you. » Dustin screamed, an eye glued to the eyepiece of the telescope. He leaned back, grinning at her with joy.

« I found Venus. Come here quick. »

El got up and joined him, excited to see for herself. They had spent yesterday night looking for the planet without success because of the clouds, and now she could finally see the blurry figure of Venus with her eyes. She had seen so many strange things in her life, and had often felt like she didn't know the most basic information about the world because of how Brenner had kept her a recluse during her childhood, but learning about the universe and how many things were still unknown to everybody had brought her a kind of comfort.

«You know, there are a lot of people that don't know things, and they don't care about trying to learn them either. » Dustin had said to her one time, when they were studying together and she had a meltdown after not understanding how to solve a problem. « I'm proud of you for trying so hard, and you should be proud too. »

At those words she had hugged him without thinking, just because it was Dustin and she loved him and wanted him to know she was so thankful to have him in her life. El knew she had so many people that believed in her but Dustin had a way of making her feel safe that was different from everyone else. She didn't feel pity from him, or any type of judgement, when she reacted with anger because of her trauma. He usually ended up reinforcing the idea she had all the reasons to be angry and he understood why she did something, while proposing alternatives for the future at the same time. She liked that a lot about him.

« Beautiful. » She said after a while, pulling away from watching the planet and turning to smile at Dustin on her side. He seemed caught off guard by her smile, and awkwardly smiled back before getting up and going back to lay on the blanket. El could feel the shift of his mood in the air, he seemed worried, or even a little sad. She went to lay near him on the blanket, looking at the stars and trying to ignore the familiar jolts of excitement that being this near to him gave her.

« I don't want to go to college. » He said suddenly. El turned her head towards him and he did the same, looking at her with a look that said he was afraid that she would judge him for that confession. She was just confused. « Why? »

« It's just... everybody was always expecting me to do great things in my future, my mom, Suzie, Steve, even the others are always talking about how I'm going to get into every college I want to... and maybe they are right or maybe they aren't, but I'm feeling this pressure to be perfect when they act like that's a given and I don't... I don't want to feel like that, and I'm afraid that if I go to college I will feel like that all my life unless I do something amazing that people write books about, but what if I'm not really that smart as others think I am... and I go and fail all my classes. I'm already having a hard time focusing sometimes, and my grades went down. I feel like I'm gonna disappoint everybody. »

El stayed in silence for a bit, thinking about what the best thing to say would be. She understood what he was talking about, she had felt something similar when the faith of the world seemed to be on her shoulders. She had felt like she had to prove herself to others, and sometimes that pressure was too much.

« And there's another reason, too. » Dustin whispered, like it was difficult for him to admit this to her. « I hate the idea of not seeing you every day. »

El reached out and took his hand.

« You know we all love you no matter what, we love you because you're you, and that's not conditional to you going to college or not. But I think you always wanted to go, and you're saying this because you're scared... and it's okay. It's okay to be scared of the future... » She said. «...but we can't just stop time because we don't like for things to change, we can't stop change from happening. It's part of life. »

Dustin smiled at her and took her hand near him to give her a small kiss that made El catch her breath from the surprise.

« I really think you're the smartest of the group. » he said. Their eyes were locked together and they were still holding hands while lying really close. El couldn't stop thinking about what he said... about not wanting to leave her in particular.

« I will miss you too. » She whispered.

« El... can I kiss you? »

[thatrandofangirl]

I'm sitting outside in my garage. I opened the door so i could air it out so it'll stop smelling like cigarettes. I can't really smell because I'm sick, but the house stopped smelling like cigarettes yesterday, i think.

I don't think the people who smoke the cigarettes will be coming back. We're starting to put the house back together after they rearranged everything. After they decided that it didn't matter if it didn't belong to them, they were going to move it where they wanted it. Unless they decided it didn't fit there, actually.

I basically followed her around for the first few days, until I got sick. But how can you argue with your mother-in-law when she helped buy the house you live in. Apparently you can't tell her anything, not even that you guys have switched to dryer balls instead of the sheets. It's an attack.

It's also an attack when you try to share your Christmas tradition, and she accuses you a couple days later of lying when you say you just wanted to share it. Also, homemade fried chicken strips are too childish for you.

She gifts you a hairbrush that she definitely bought for herself and then decided she didn't want. And then throws the gift her son got her, nevermind that its an exclusive thing only he can get for her.

They throw shit at the two of you, his dad grabs him by the neck. They call you immature and enabling, but they won't say what you're enabling. You think they just can't handle their son having more important people in his life than them.

But now they're gone, and I'm airing out our garage. With a lemony drink, weed, and some tissues. And it's going to be just fine.

[melonthesprigatito]

Had a pretty strange thing happen to me yesterday. I was googling "Espurr Plush Pattern" because I was thinking of maybe making a Shiny Espurr plushie to celebrate the announcement of Legends Z-A (went out and bought fabric and everything too. The pink fabric was hanging on the top shelf and I spent ten minutes jumping and yanking on it to try to pull it down because I couldn't reach it but that's a different story)

As I was scrolling through Google Images I stumbled across this site that was selling an Espurr plushie using this exact photo

Reverse image search yielded the information that a few other sites with gibberish URLs are also using this image so there's no way this is legit. (I saw it once but for some reason I couldn't get reverse image search to work properly again, it just shows random Espurr images, not every site thats using this image so I couldn't get a screenshot and I'm mad about it)

Wanna know why else this is 100% not legit and the seller isn't selling the Espurr in this photo?

BECAUSE ITS THE PHOTO I TOOK OF MY OWN ESPURR PLUSH

In case you need further proof that photo is mine.

She is called Iris, named after my Meowstic from Pokémon Sword and boy was she a fixer upper. Here's the rest of the images from that r/sewing post, she came with a lot of flaws

I have since patched her up with emergency plush surgery to fix her holes and rearrange her arm and tail to their correct positions.

This is her now and she is doing ok. :)

It was a little disappointing that I got scammed with a damaged bootleg plushie, but Espurr is already one of the scrunkliest Pokémon so those flaws make her more scrunkly and more endearing.

Back to my main point, I'm 100% that scam sellers are using this photo as a reference image to trick people into buying. But the fact that they're using a photo of an Espurr that is A) extremely bootlegged and B) DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE THAT ANYMORE, certainly is a Choice™.

(also $25.99??? What a ripoff, I got mine for £10 from eBay)

[mgnifiqueyoo]

Book: "Vessel." Pairing: Oh Junseok (ATBO) x Reader 1.12 - "ΠΑΡΕΞΗΓΩ." Word Count: 2,430

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───── ❝ misunderstand. ❞ ─────

The class today was quite silent as we were told to read and rewrite an excerpt from a movie script, teaching us how to convey better emotion through writing. 

Well, it turns out that Mr. Juyeon didn't finish reading the film reviews we passed yesterday so he decided that it'd be better for us to just experiment with the ways we write. 

It wasn't that easy to change and rearrange words within a story, especially because it wasn't mine to begin with. 

I scribbled ideas down half of the page of my notebook, the other one reserved for the actual rewrite. I couldn't really find the right words for the scene I was rewriting and to be honest, I was kind of stuck. 

“Pssst!” I heard someone call from behind as I turned around, seeing a completely different person who seemed to be approaching… me. 

Huh?

Who is this again?

“... Yeah?” I didn't know how to respond to him, my eyes later panning to Junseok first before moving on to Seunghwan. 

They both seemed to be busy with the activity too. “You're Y/N, right? Seunghwan's friend?” The stranger asked politely, which made me space out for a bit, thinking of whoever he was. Maybe I've already seen him around this class but I never really caught up with his name.

Letting go of my pen, I turned to face him, shifting my shoulders almost completely so I could take a better look at his face. 

The boy had bright eyes, and a cleft chin, and his hair was in the shade of bronze as if he was somehow part of some monarchy. “And you are?” I asked back, which made him let out a small gasp, probably remembering that he hadn't even introduced his name yet. 

“Bin!” he said with a faint voice, lending me his arm. “First name, Bin. Last name, Won.”

I smiled back at him, taking his hand in mine as I shook it. “Anyways, I wanted to ask you for a tip… Just a small tip,” Bin explained, raising his hand not too high for a bit as his fingers made a pinching gesture in the air. 

Hmm, I wonder what he'll ask me about. This was the first time I talked to someone in my class. 

“What would you say to someone you loved in the past?” He proceeded to ask me the question as I sat there, staying silent for a while. Well, I did have a boyfriend two years ago but I couldn't say I loved him. But if the “love” he's talking about doesn't have to be defined by romantic love, I think I've got something to say.

“I'd say that I'm sorry for not loving that certain someone enough.”

Bin's lips carefully curled into a smile, later jotting it down in his own notebook as he gave me a thumbs-up. “Thanks!” He then gave me an excited nod, soon focusing on the activity. 

Well, that was quick. Shouldn't I be unfazed about it? Sometimes, I'm just so distracted with questions like that.

Thanks to Bin's question, I finally ended up finding the right words for my own work as the bell later rang, which alarmed our lecturer, who peacefully checked the rest of the film reviews we submitted. 

Oh, and today's also another Friday. The university decided that there shouldn't be a lot of heavy duties whenever the last day of the week came. 

Getting up from our seats, we passed all of our work to Mr. Juyeon, later heading our way out of the room as it was time for another break. 

Well, not really.

“Hey, Junseok!” Seunghwan's voice was so loud that I knew it was him immediately, causing me to turn around and see the two of them speaking to each other. "Is it okay if we borrow your girlfriend for now?” he continued to ask as I rubbed my thumbs against both sides of my forehead. 

He could've told him something else instead.

Was he there to piss Junseok off? I didn't know.

I decided to walk up to them, wanting to drag Seunghwan out of the conversation he started. “Oh, she isn't my girlfriend. How could I date someone like that? She's basically lacking everything,” Junseok responded with a strong, stern tone, which made the other one look a bit offended by what he said.

Yet it wasn't only him who felt like that.

All of us stayed quiet, especially after they noticed that I was already there. I didn't know how I should respond to what he said about me. “Um…” Junseok tried to say something to let the tension die down but it was no use because he couldn't even think of something. 

“You know, what? We're leaving now.” I faked a laugh, grabbing the cuff of Seunghwan's sweater as I led him out of the conversation. 

Maybe that was just him trying to not seem as if we were close… But we weren't close in the first place, were we?

As I left the hall with Seunghwan, we both thought that it was best for us not to talk about that little encounter. And of course, Hyunjun noticed the sudden silence, considering that the other boy was extroverted and quite jolly for him to be so solemn at the mall. 

“Is everything okay with you two?” He asked, holding up two pairs of clothing in both his hands as the two of us nodded at the same time, which was a sign that we were bothered…

Oh, how do we explain this to him?

“Yeah, everything's fine!” Seunghwan and I responded at once, causing the two of us to exchange surprised looks. 

“Don't go Tornado Twins at me. What's wrong?” Once he got what was up between us, Hyunjun placed down the clothes he held with both his eyebrows raised in doubt. It was probably frustrating for him since he belonged to a different course. 

Also, he doesn't share a lot of classes with me and Seunghwan. “It's just Junseok.” The other boy couldn't hold the truth in anymore as I sighed, not liking the fact that he still told Hyunjun what really was the issue. 

Or should I say, who?

Hyunjun tilted his head to the side, still in doubt of what Seunghwan was telling him. “Junseok? Again? You know, Y/N, you should leave that dude to himself!” He suggested, mixed with a bit of sarcasm but I understood why he sounded tired of the issue with that boy. 

I mean, how many times did Junseok treat me like garbage? 

Apparently, more than once.

“But I can't…” I retaliated, disagreeing with him as Hyunjun chuckled sarcastically, probably finding me ridiculous for thinking that way. 

“You can't? That's all in your head. If you keep thinking like that, then nothing will happen,” He replied, still with a stern tone yet calmer this time. He was furious about it and it seemed like this wasn't going to end well for both me and Junseok.

So I'll keep hiding basically. “Also, stop thinking about him for a sec and go find yourself something you like!” Hyunjun later tried to uplift the mood as I smiled at him, appreciating his efforts in quickly changing the topic. 

But I still thought of it.

I'll admit it. Those words he said were just as bad as the things he said before.

Then, I felt a weight over my shoulders once more as I lifted my head up to see Seunghwan, who also tried to cheer me up. “Just ignore Junseok. He'll come to his senses,” He said, trying to brush the problem off as I nodded, reminding myself to just not mind what he said about me. 

I mean, it's obvious that his intention was a lot more different than anyone could expect. 

But if that's what he really thought of me, then maybe I'll try meeting his expectations of the girl he used to be friends with.

“Oh! Pretty!” Seunghwan was suddenly fixated on the jewelry aisle, getting his hands on a delicate necklace in gold that had a tiny, white crystal-like flower placed right in the middle. “How much is this?” He later asked the seller, who stood behind the glass-covered table of the jewelry shop nearby as she couldn’t help but smile at his cheery reactions towards the necklace he held. 

“That’d be twelve,” The seller responded, resulting in the boy searching for his wallet in both of his pockets. 

When he paid for the necklace, he tore off the price tag straight away as he wore it around his neck, later looking in the small mirror on the top of the desk. “Hey, Y/N, they match, right?” Seunghwan asked me to take a closer look at both his golden compass necklace and his brand new one as I raised both of my hands midway, both of my thumbs going upwards as he giggled, satisfied with what he bought.

Honestly, that compass necklace he owned was still prettier than the new one.

“By the way, where did you get this one?” I asked, curious about the necklace Seunghwan always wore. When my hand reached for it, he raised both of his eyebrows for a moment and later nodded to himself in realization. 

“Oh, this? Somebody lost it during a high school field trip. None of my classmates owned it so I kept it instead.” He shrugged as I fiddled with its chain for a while, letting go of it right after.

It was so mesmerizing. 

Maybe I should borrow it someday.

Not long after, Hyunjun comes back from the check-out with two paper bags in his hands. “I see, you’re finally proud of what you got,” Seunghwan said with a fake British accent rolling off his tongue, causing the two of us to cackle at his joke. 

“Well, Sir, I must not hide these visuals I own from the many people around.” The cloudy boy played along as I shook my head, suppressing myself from laughing way too loud at the mall. “By the way, you should totally take pictures of me tomorrow because I need to post something at least!” He later added, pointing his finger at me as I was a bit surprised to find out that I took good pictures of him. 

I still wasn’t that good with other activities since I most likely enjoyed writing… and maybe learning about the weirdest things that exist around the internet in general. 

I guess that’s the reason why I couldn’t sleep right on time.

When the three of us made our way to the food court on the third floor, my eyes immediately noticed Junseok’s group of friends at the right side of the room, causing me to turn the other way, leaving the two boys to themselves. 

“... Huh? Hey, Y/N!” Seunghwan loudly called my name in the middle of the busy room. I widened my eyes, pausing from my fast pace as I began regretting what I had just done.

Why did he have to yell my name out in front of so many people?

Well, apparently, who’s stupid enough to leave her friends out? Yeah, that’s me.

Turning around, I faced Seunghwan with an awkward smile that was so full of shame. There, we all heard how Junseok’s friends snickered in their seats, whispering things that I couldn’t hear yet it was obvious enough for me to know that they were talking about us again. 

But taking a closer look at them, I realized something that was supposed to be not shocking to me anymore.

Junseok wasn’t there with them and that’s because he’s either busy at the realm he used to stay at or he’s doing something else – like beating up a bunch of criminals pretty much. 

“Hey, just ignore them,” Seunghwan repeated what he said earlier, walking towards me before linking his arm with mine as he grimaced at the rest of them, scowling at them right after as Hyunjun did the same no matter how easygoing he actually was.

Because of that, we all thought that maybe it would be best for us to just order a take-out rather than eat here alongside those people. 

God, it’s not that I hate them but if they weren’t so annoying, I wouldn’t have to care about them.

But of course, Junseok’s privacy has to come first. 

Later on, the three of us were finally outside the mall, walking our way back to the university’s dorm when loud sounds of tires scratching the cemented roads pierced my ears, causing me to look around what was happening. “Give me all of that or I’ll fucking shoot!” A man with a black mask growled angrily, pointing a gun toward us as Hyunjun threw the paper bags back at him, backing down.

For a while, I was tempted to do something but I figured that maybe Junseok would arrive soon, which made me stay still instead. 

Yet the opposite happened. “Let me go!”, I shouted, trying to escape the man’s grasp around me as the end of the gun was pointed against my head. 

“Don’t hurt her!” Seunghwan yelled at the masked man but it was no use, his gloved finger pointing at both of his necklaces. The boy took a pause, knitting his brows intensely as he ran towards the man who had taken me hostage, wrapping his hand around the trunk of the gun, pushing it backward until it was pointing towards the sky, leaving Hyunjun a chance to take me away from the criminal’s arms. 

Once I was free from him, I started concentrating in the shadows, trying to manifest a bow and arrow in my hands only to be disrupted by how Seunghwan took down the mugger singlehandedly without putting a lot of effort.

The mugger was on the floor, hands pinned behind his back by the once bubbly boy, who now looked more fueled than ever. 

“How did he just do that?” Hyunjun asked, the police sirens from the roads getting louder and nearer to the crime scene as I was fixated on Seunghwan, who put his weight over the thief’s back. 

I breathed out, “I… I have no idea.”

[nightmarist]

my best friend took me to the dollar store for a few snacks which was nice

feeling a lot better, recovering very well.

it kinda sucks i have to take care of everything myself; my father wont do anything so i have to do the dishes, clean the kitchen, do laundry, etc. i can do it, it just feels bad my parent wont do anything for me even when my guts have been taken out of my body, so you know.

before i got surgery i moved my furniture around. half of the living room is nice, the other half is a mess so i'll have to rearrange when i'm allowed strenuous activity again.

was invited to be a DM at our local community group. had to decline last week bc. surgery. but i might go this friday, we'll see. also have dnd this wednesday and saturday. i might reschedule to stagger the dnd games.

with the season changing, my nose bleeds a lot and my lips get very chapped, but chapstick does absolute nothing except make my lips feel waxy. ive been using carmex which has been so much better.

im allowed to take a shower now (NO baths) so i'll try that later tonight.

been enjoying skald: against the black priory. i do wish there was a mixed magic class that did both arcane and divine magic but oh well. i like it nontheless.

i tried dragon age origins but i just wasnt feeling up for it. esp on PC, im so used to using its xbox controls and its not controller compatible on steam which sucks, and controller mods suck worse than just doing it on keyboard.

binged all of castlevania and bojack. i fucking love castlevania...... i LOVE olrox sm i NEED to draw him. bojack is also great, it just hits a bit too close to home sometimes but thats what i love about it.

i foolishly tried to eat hot cheetos yesterday. iate like, 5 indivudla cheetos before my body decided i was an idiot and i had to lay down for a while like a victorian fop.

anyway just a liddle update.

[dollsonmain]

Work stuff

That Guy said I was snoring all night and I'm not surprised.

Yesterday there weren't as many customers in the morning as usual, so the list of Tasks Manager gave me didn't take very long to get through. When I don't have a Task I find one, and it's usually cleaning because true cleaning doesn't really happen.

I know the floors get mopped because I find mop strings stuck to the floor here and there, but it doesn't get swept around the rug at the front door and no one really dusts, though when we do dust we're supposed to just fluff the dust off with a feather duster, which is pointless because it just goes right back onto everything when it settles.

I deal with dust by using a damp cloth to catch it and wash it down the sink or throw it in the trash. There are no cloths to clean with so I have to try to reuse a paper towel as many times as I can until it disintegrates.

The air intake filters are also filthy and I'm sure that's not helping. They haven't been changed since Feb according to a hand-written paper taped to the back of the big cigarette display cabinet.

I had started sweeping and she was like "What are you doing....." which it's always weird to me that she's like "Why are you cleaning??" when I have nothing better to do and it needs done. I guess she assumes the closing crew is cleaning sufficiently.

They are not.

Then she asked me to rearrange an entire row of products instead because that row had gotten jumbled by the "If there's no place for it, make one" method of stocking they use. I got that done (there was lots of loose kitty litter and pet-food-dust) and then was out of Tasks, again.

I was cleaning again and found lots of thick, nasty dust in areas no one bothers to look at, and ended my shift with a nosebleed and feeling really clogged up and oogey all evening, so I'm not surprised I was snoring. I woke up all gunked up, too.

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She keeps putting me in the cooler when I have like 10 minutes left and giving me a long list of things she wants done and I'm like ಠ_ಠ I gotta count my drawer and get ready to go, man.

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I've gotten more used to the way things are run, there, but there are still things I would change.

make everything scan, like I keep saying

better inventory keeping on things like the freezer - There's none at the moment and we'll randomly run out of things like frozen chicken patties. I'd put a printout on the freezer or on the wall in the bull pit with a product count and mark it every time product is taken out (like mark that there are 100 burger patties and every time I take out 5, adjust the count on the paper or something), and also when the box is empty.

better inventory keeping in the cooler - We ran out of a few flavors of Pure Leaf Tea, for example, while having way too much of their Green Tea specifically, so right now there are 5 rows of green tea to make up for so many other flavors running empty.

get a vacuum - dust....

make an employee break area somewhere????? I don't know where, though. There's nothing. There's a coat rack on the back of the door. Not even some cubbies to keep our stuff in or a small table and chair in the back to eat lunch at. I shove my bag in with a bunch of work stuff and eat standing up outside which isn't going to work in the winter. There aren't any benches, tables, or chairs outside, either.

It's really not designed to be a place for people to be, just a place for people to come in, get something, and get out. It's not the happiest environment to be in for 7 hours a day. Wegman's was more inviting, though a lot of that had to do with the store deliberately being a little dark, warm brown decor, sort of a gentle ambiance.

The gas station is...... just... kind of.... sad..... Like, if you've been in one of the Big Chain gas stations like a Wawa or Sheetz, etc. they have an atmosphere to them but this one is just a box overstuffed with chaotic [expired] stuff.

All of the counters and things are plywood that's been painted ivory and the paint is sticky and coming off.

They certainly focused on spending as little money as possible when they were renovating.

[sinofwriting]

then I get an idea/inspo and it's off to the races (get it? I think I'm so funny).

honestly very relatable, sometime one(!!) single thing sparks an idea, then the next thing you know it's on your mind 25/8 and suddenly you're writing a whole lot of something that you were absolutely not prepared for but you can't let it go bc they've latched on to your mind🐥. smiled at the joke/gen

The fic your talking about, Made For Each Other, would honestly work well for babytrapping if it wasn't for the fact that reader would happily have Max's kids with only like three months of dating under their belt, lol.

yes! i love that fic so much.(I've actually downloaded it so that i can read it no matter what even when i have no internet😊) i fear that they are too coo coo for cocoa puffs too see that as a problem (me 2🤞 but only fictionally). i could kinda see it for please oh please or maybe even private professor if they didn't immediately get married and live happily ever after(i love them so much, I'm actually tearing up). regardless, i would eat that eat up for them, they're both crazy enough that I could maybe see like a miscommunication issue and then both of them panicking about losing one another and then instantly secretly trying to 'trap' the other into being connected 4ever🤩[talking about made for each other]

idk what max fic ive written is crazier made for each other or causing problems

personally i think it's definitely made for each other!max. max was just being (kinda understandably) weirded out and then possessive + messy in causing problems. while in made for each other he literally saw that girl and said, "yeah that's the love of my life, I will do absolutely anything to make her my wife" and then rearranged everything in his life to make sure that they'd be together. also, he was just overall crazier and that was super hot {gets shot} he definitely takes the cake and there's a spot specially for him in my brain.

There will be more Ollie fics! I have a request for him and an idea of my own for him. Will probably work on one of those after this lestappen fic idea I got yesterday (the press conference was a gold mine)

yay! can't wait!!! {everyone loved that🙂‍↕️}

also, yeah! I would love a nickname💞

adding on to my previous ask, mfeo!max literally (and I quote) thought this about reader being involved with someone else b4 him "He knows that if she had been seeing someone his blood would be boiling everytime his name got brought up or even hinted at" while cproblems!max wasn't that jealous about leclerc!reader and pierre.

speaking of that quote, i would've actually loved to see what he would've done if reader had a boyfriend or was seeing someone(casually!!) while they met. (absolute deranged and unhinged behaviour no doubt) like tried to ruin the person's life or have them taken care of😊 I'm guessing.

I have so many wips (for F1) and my brain coming up with new ideas doesn't help with that. (putting the rest under read more, cause I yap)

Writing Made For Each Other was trip. I went into that and was like... I don't know how people are gonna feel about this. Very happy that you like it! You are not wrong, lol they both are crazy enough about each other that they would try and baby trap each other. Which would honestly I think read as both desperate and funny.

Rereading please, oh please, if I was to write that today, I think that the second part would include Max trying his damndest to get her pregnant, not baby trapping necessarily, but just lots of unprotected sex, hoping that it catches. Or at least him thinking about it.

And yeah you are right. Max in mfeo is crazy (it's okay though, he's cute) while Causing Problems Max is just messy. He's honestly just a guy who learned that his girlfriend/first crush/sexual awakening lost her virginity to her brother's best friend, her friend, and his former teammate... My brain makes some interesting ideas.

He's also not weirded out, just angry because he figured that whoever she lost her virginity too wasn't in her life anymore (y'know what they say about assumptions) and while he does bring up her only being 14 in Charles hotel room with everyone, he's really just using it as an excuse to be mad at Pierre. Pierre threw him a fucking lifeline unintentionally with the whole “Max, your issue with this is the age difference. And I imagine it’s worse because of Kika, yes?” Was he surprised by her being 14? Yeah, but it's established that it was because of Lorenzo and Charles being overprotective nightmares, lol.

Made For Each Other Max is a different breed, lol. I've talked about it before but I think Max in fics is the perfect candidate for love at first sight. He doesn't believe in it but then it happens and that is that. He will be getting that person.

Also this: "He knows that if she had been seeing someone his blood would be boiling every time his name got brought up or even hinted at" insane from me. That is insane behavior from me. But, yeah he is a jealous boy.

I briefly toyed when writing it with her having a boyfriend when they met, but I already had to deal with Kelly and I liked the idea of her being unattached.

But, since you brought it up, if she had... Max would have been fucking insane. She stops him from kissing her and then just a few seconds later stops him from calling Kelly to break up with her just so he can kiss her. If she been seeing someone... well she would have done the same thing but with the added,

"Max," and his name is near breathless and he doesn't know if he wants to feel her lips on his or her lips against his skin again more. "I have to break up with someone, we can't"

Green would have taken over, he'd be grabbing her hand, dragging her out of the party they were at to his hotel, the drunkness he had been feeling gone with her words, and he's texting Kelly that it's over, that he wants what little she has at his gone before he gets back in two days. And when they finally get to his hotel room, he's kissing her, slipping his fingers between her legs and then finally when he's got her on his bed, fully inside her, he'd be making her call who she's been seeing as has her break up with them while he makes her moan his name.

... so yeah it's confirmed that mfeo!Max is fucking insane. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Also, nicknaming you 💞 anon. I now have to find what asks are yours and go back and tag them, lol.

[zilabee]

- Paul's in a real suit again, because he knows that if he wants to try to capture proper Beatle vibes he needs to remember who he is.

- Ringo and Billy barely keeping their hands off each other.

- John's face at his hateful wine.

- Paul's noise when he messes up the first second of his song.

- Paul clapping at the clappers.

- I know we're ending on a high and I'm not properly sad, but it is a shame for Paul that he, who most wanted to do something different, is stuck recording most of his songs in a basement studio with everyone a bit down after the high of yesterday. They're also the songs he's struggled with because they're too ploddy, and he wanted that performance factor to change them up. They've even rearranged everything so it could look like a performance, the way John said they should do it - straight to the camera... and George is up for a few of them, but John isn't at all, he's tired and sitting and he's lovely, but it's hardly the atmosphere of yesterday to lift the songs.

If you're ever in a jam, here I am. If you're ever in the shit, grab my tit.

MLH: Say when, Tony. John: When Tony. [...] Good night, Dick. Paul: Good night, Dick. Did I ever tell you about when I... John: I don't think I wanna hear that, Dick. Paul: Good night, John. MLH: When the cats are ready. John: Good night, Paul. Paul: Say good night, John. John: Good night, Paul. Paul: Good night, John.

- flKSJDfoiwjeofijsdkfjlskd. HONESTLY. Worth the entire fare.

I suddenly discovered that I was half way out of tune, but I continued playing because I'm no goon...

Paul: His whole life is falling into place, I think you might say. John: Happiness is a warthog.

They're gradually going to freeze us today, so at the end of the show we're all stiff in ice. It's a sort of finale.

"Are we supposed to giggle in the solo?" "Yeh."

You notice, towards the end of the series, John got a bit strange... [laughs]

(Kind of love that it all finishes with a weird cut, where Peter Jackson takes John saying, 'We've got so many of the bastards to do' and shortens it to 'We've got so many of the bastards.' I think in the real one he's saying they have lots of songs to record, and in the second it's cut so it sounds like Paul is asking for another take of Let It Be, and John is saying they have enough takes which they do, so it's just oddly pointless, not bad enough to be dishonest really, just a weird little reminder at the end that none of it is quite real, in strange confusing ways.)