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pedgito · 11 months ago

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Hi Ali!! I love your writing and I was wondering if I can request dom Joel punishing you by riding his boot??

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summary | joel doesn't like gifts, you gift him new boots. [3k]

pairing | joel miller x fem!reader

content warning | 18+ content, as always: no use of y/n, soft dom/sub dynamic, boot-riding, degradation kink, unprotected piv, one (1) face slap, porn with absolutely no plot.

author’s note | original working title for this was new boot goofin' because i can't take myself seriously, idk what this is but enjoy. kel (@beskarandblasters) suggested the actual title for this so thank you babe ♡

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Three things about Joel you were intensely sure of—he was a strong lover. He loved hard and he cared even harder, always willing to put your needs before his own, even to an unhealthy degree in some cases. Two, he liked to be in charge. With his willingness to put you before him, it also lended him to enjoy the role of being dominant in the right situations. He kept a lot of himself locked up around everyone but you. Through the few years you two have become close and started this relationship—if you could call it that—there’s a solid understanding of each other’s needs. He provides the domineering nature you crave and you subdued yourself to him willingly when he puts the facade on.

At first, it never left the bedroom. You both enjoyed the disguise of the dynamics to make things flow easier, not allow things to stall out so quickly and you had all the proper safety precautions in place to allow you both the happiness you seeked out. But, as most things in your life, they seeped through the cracks and bled out, intermingling with the rest of your daily life.

Sometimes it was just a look when you’d say something in public that was indecent or a comment that made Joel’s face go hot, knowing that despite his openness in public, he was still a very private man. He reserved that side for you and only you. And he did so much for you—not just around Jackson, but in your own home. With him being the lead guy for patrols and having such a…special relationship with him, it lended for more leniency when you weren’t feeling great or needed a break from the hectic energy that patrolling liked to suffocate people with, always on the brink of danger. And Joel was always too handy for his own good—always finding a reason to fix up a broken something in your own small house on the outskirts of Jackson.

Broken pipe? Fixed. Chair broken? Joel could shape you out a new one in a couple weeks.

Last week he had repainted then entirety of your kitchen cabinets because he thought they were looking a little dull—as if they weren’t run down from years of abandonment and like this wasn’t the fucking apocalypse. Despite that, you felt the urge to thank Joel. And not just thank him.

Properly. With a gift.

But—oh. Third thing, Joel hated gifts.

Despised them.

But, you weren’t always the best listener or rule follower.

A patrol with Tommy had you both scheming up an idea when you bring up the option of gifting something to Joel as a proper offering of appreciation, his hand resting loosely on the rifle slung around his chest, fingers tapping against the butt.

“Well—you know, there’s a clothing store a few miles east,” Tommy tells you, “Ellie and I found it when we cleared out that hoard a few months back—lotsa clothes and shoes, mostly untouched. We could check that out? I need to grab a few things myself anyways.”

You nod easily, “Yeah—that pair he has is falling apart. It drives me insane.”

“Joel doesn’t like to let go of things easily,” Tommy comments broadly, “He’ll make do with what he’s got until it falls apart.”

“Well, he doesn’t take no for an answer when I tell him to stop helpin’ me so he’s gonna have to suck it up just this once.” You smile slightly, earning a soft chuckle from Tommy.

You hoped it would go over well—because Joel did need new boots and there was little harm in an innocent gift…right?

–

Joel is brimming with an energy that only accompanied him after long patrols, the ones that lasted a few days and kept him away. Away from his home, away from you. He doesn’t even attempt the trek toward his own house, rather taking the first right and beelining for your small house at the end of the neighborhood, squeezing his leather covered hands into fists.

He’s anxious, pent up—not with anger or rage, but just a need to release some built up stress. Fortunately, he knew the perfect way to do that. His boots squeak against the hardwood of your front deck, the tattered rubber around the toe of his boot hanging on by a thread as he kicks it gently into the base of the door softly, idle as he busies his mind and prays that you’re still awake.

You’ve been waiting for him all day, his gift hidden away safely as you yank the door open excitedly, nearly tripping over your own pair of haphazardly thrown shoes on the floor.

Joel lets out a soft oof as he catches you, chuckling at your bright and beaming smile.

“Someone’s excited,” Joel chides playfully, though his voice is gruff. He sounds tired, looks it too, “been missin’ me, baby?”

You nod immediately, “So much,” You press a gentle kiss to his lips as he kicks the front door closed with his foot, slowly removing his layers—thick coat falling first, then his thinner jacket he wore underneath to leave him in a thick thermal, his skin still prickling with the winter chill but quickly warming underneath your touch, “everything go okay?”

“Yeah—just a bad storm comin’ in,” Joel explains, ignoring how distracted you were, allowing the soft pecks to his skin as you pulled away, slowly inserting yourself into his line of sight, mischievous grin plastered across your face, “—what are you up to, darlin’?

“Got a surprise for you,” You tease playfully, feeling his thick, calloused fingers slip under the thin material of your shirt, subconsciously seeking some contact with you, “can you go sit on the couch and close your eyes?”

Joel didn’t take too well to surprises, but he trusts you. So, he nods quietly, though there’s a slight hesitance to him as he takes a seat on the couch, slowly unlacing his boots in your absence to relieve some pressure but not taking them off completely, the tongue of the boot hanging lifelessly over his even more pathetic looking laces.

He can hear your soft footsteps as they approach, bare feet against the wood flooring as the couch dips slightly and he feels something hard and solid pressed into his hands.

“Okay, open ‘em,” You tell him gently, watching as he blinks his eyes open, expression mostly unchanging—it wasn’t unlike him to have little reaction, but it did worry you slightly, “—surprise?”

Okay, terrible idea. Got it.

“Darlin’,” God, you’ve heard that tone before, body tensing slightly, “I thought I told you I don’t need nothin’ in return from you.”

“Joel—you’re constantly helping me,” You argue softly, “it’s the least I could do. Plus, you need a new pair.”

“That’s not the point,” Joel tells you, “I do that stuff ‘cause I like knowin’ you’re comfortable, that you don’t have anything to worry about while I’m away.”

“And I worry about you too,” You interject quickly, “Joel—it’s just a gift, it’s okay.”

Joel places them on the table in front of him silently, contemplating thoughtfully.

He’s made it clear on several occasions that he doesn’t like things in return. That he does these things without the expectation of anything in return, but he appreciates the gesture. Joel isn’t used to people caring for him and it feels odd to allow it. And he sees the nervous energy inside of you brimming, like you’ve made a bad choice and you deserve the punishment.

Almost begged for it.

Your fists curl nervously in your lap, waiting for any sign that Joel had to offer.

And when he doesn’t respond, you find yourself curling into him out of instinct. Thighs spreading out over his lap as his hands follow the trail from your knees, up your thighs, until his thumbs are settling in the crease of your pelvis. You attempt a gentle kiss, but he’s reluctant to return it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask quietly, a genuine curiosity in your voice.

Joel shakes his head slightly, but the hand guiding its way around your neck tells a different story, his fingertips rubbing against the softness of your jawline, forcing you to look at him properly.

“Nothin’ wrong, but I do think I need to remind you of somethin’,” Joel explains in a soft, but demeaning tone, “that when I tell you I can provide for you and don’t need anything in return—that I mean that.”

You wait with baited breath, blinking rapidly at how hot his breath feels against your skin, feeling your cunt throb with need, with an insatiable want for him.

“And since you wanna buy me a new pair of boots—well,” Joel chuckles darkly, feeling your fingers tighten into the thick fabric of his thermal, “you’re gonna have to help me break ‘em in.”

You look at him, perplexed. But, his pupils dilate under your gaze, the subtle shifting as he kicks off his old, tattered boots as nods subtly to the new pair behind you.

You sigh breathily, “Huh—Oh, you want me to—”

“Ride my boot, baby,” He tells you clearly, “Seein’ as it is my gift and all.”

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation as you slipped from his lap, table skidding back deftly in the process—you grab for the new pair of work boots but Joel is quickly grabbing your face again, squeezing your cheeks sharply.

“Undress first.” Joel says, waiting for your nod of acknowledgement before he lets you go.

So, you do—layer by layer until you reach your bra, unhooking it with nimble fingers as he slips on his new boots. If this were anyone else, you would feel ridiculous. But, with Joel, there was something there, brewing on the surface. He respected you, but he also needed you to understand.

It was a little humiliating, but it wasn’t the worst thing.

Your fingers edge along the hem of your underwear when Joel stops your hands, “Keep those on.” He utters, his fingers dragging softly against the front of the cotton material until he’s cupping your pussy in his palm, soft wet spot growing in the fabric where his fingertips drag across—you’re enjoying this, clearly.

You lower yourself slowly, straddling his left leg with your knees tucked against the bottom of the couch he sat on, pressing your cunt against the cold leather of his steel-toed boot.

Joel relaxes then, arms spread wide over the back of the couch, fingers gripping loosely into the cushion. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” Joel comforts, sensing your brimming nervousness as your fingers trailed along his calf, the hard press of his boot right against your core and if you tried hard enough, it wouldn’t take long at all—knowing that even just a little bit of encouragement from Joel and friction could have you coming undone. But, he wants you to work for it.

You start slow, a subtle grind of your hips that shouldn’t feel as good as it does. You sigh softly at the relief, noticing the slowly growing smirk on Joel’s face that you’re trying to avoid, eyes falling shut slowly as you tip your head back, allowing a slow rhythm to start.

“Feels good?” Joel wonders, “Like the idea of me carryin’ somethin’ of you around with me?”

In more ways than one—by a simple gift from the kindness of your heart, but also the desperation of the slick that damped your underwear and painted a perfect mess over his boot.

You nod quietly, moaning softly as you angle your hips to allow the drag of your clit over the solidness of the boot, friction sending your eyes rolling back in your head, hands fisting into the thick denim and selfishly using it for leverage as you quickened your pace.

“That’s right, baby—want you to think about coming all over my boot for me,” Joel encourages, “can you do that?”

Truthfully, you were holding back. Seeing just how much you could get out of him.

But, Joel catches onto your game.

“You need a little encouragement?” Joel asks curiously, chin cupped in his strong grip, nodding obediently. “Think you deserve that, baby?”

“Please—please, Joel.” You beg, “Fuck—please, I’ll do—”

“Don’t say anything, darlin’.” He warns, “Not when you don’t know what that means for you.”

He keeps your eyes locked on his, squeezing your cheeks gently when you start to fade, the slowly building tingle in your core that wasn’t as easily ignorable now, coiled in your belly and ready to explode. You lose yourself for a brief second, hand fisting into the slack bunch of denim atop his thigh, earning a dull but stern slap to your cheek to bring your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Joel coos, fisting the hard line of his cock under the strained denim with his free hand, looking slightly pained at how much he was holding back himself, “look at you—always eager to please, huh?”

You roll your eyes slightly—and Joel really doesn’t like that. His hand cradling the base of your neck as he holds you still, body pulled just centimeters away from his boot, leaving your pussy throbbing with a lack of contact that your body craved.

“Now you just look a little pathetic, don’t you?” Joel asks, “All needy for my fuckin’ boot—got her beggin’ for it, don’t I?” And you know he’s not addressing you directly, rather the pool of your own slick, shiny wetness on the toe of his boot that gives you away.

He nudges it against your clit gently, earning a soft whine as you hips instinctively seek for friction—Joel takes a slightly more firmer stance, head cradling both of his hands as he holds you prisoner in his gaze, two thick fingers slipping into your open mouth and grinning at how pathetically and greedily you suck on the digits without having to be told, removing them with a loud pop and a thin string of spit that connects you to him.

And if he was a stronger man, he could hold off. But, he’s so weak around you he can’t even hide it. He lets go in an instant, reaching for the front of his own jeans as he shoves them down his hips until he can manage to slip his cock out over his underwear, fisting himself in an instant.

Staving himself on patrols was torture when all he could think about was you—so he knows it won’t take much. Hell, he’s surprised with how long he’s been able to hold off now.

You admire with a haughty gaze, slowly resting back against the base of his boot, watching his free hand slip under his heavy sack, massaging as he jerks his fist without much rhythm, blinded by his own selfish need for release.

“Keep goin’,” He encourages through a tight breath, “but don’t fuckin’ come, darlin’.”

Your hole clenches and flutters around nothing, wishing that it was his cock stuffed inside of you rather than the plane of his boot pressed against your pussy, the thickness of his fingers alongside the girthiness of his cock a blatant reminder of how deeply you felt him in the mornings and even days after, always fucked so throughly it had you reeling and constantly crawling back for more.

He jerks himself selfishly, eyes falling shut as he feels himself dragging too close to the edge, your moans gaining in intensity, knowing how pathetic you would both look to anyone else. But, there was no one to judge you here—and Joel was beyond feeling the need to be assertive, rather just needing you, to be inside you and have you snug around him and crying on his cock.

Joel pulls you out of your daze hastily, manhandling you until you’re back is flat against the couch, quickly shoving his jeans down far enough that they don’t become a hindrance as he pulls your underwear aside and slips inside of you with a solid push of his hips, the slickness of your cunt allowing no resistance as you both groan at how good it feels, eyes connecting for a brief moment before everything goes black…or white.

Joel isn’t sure what he sees, but it only takes a few minutes of some hurried and desperate pumps of his hips as his cock nudges that particular spot deep inside of you that has you clawing at the bare skin you could reach, leaving red marks on his neck as he snaps his hips with a finality, coming with a low groan that has your legs shaking, bent nearly in half as he still manages to see through his own haze and drag his fingers over your clit—it doesn’t take more than a couple seconds before you're there, spasming around his cock with a sob, gasping at his overstimulating touch as he continues to press and circle your clit until you’re begging him to stop, his hips slowly pumping his cum inside of you.

Joel finds himself laying slack against you, pants down at his ankles as he allows your fingers to thread through his grown out curls from where his head rests against your chest, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“I appreciate the boots,” He says after a while, “if that wasn’t already obvious.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” You giggle softly.

“Seriously, no more gifts, though.” Joel says sternly, “I mean it.”

You pout slightly and Joel catches it, his eyes flicking up to look at you.

“I’m makin’ no promises to that.” You tell him truthfully.

Joel chuckles softly, “Can’t say I expected you to, either.”

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avianyuh · 24 days ago

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Boring | Min Yoongi

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four} {Chapter Five} Chapter Six

Summary: You decide it's time for your friends to officially sit down and meet Yoongi out of the office. However, things don't go as planned and it's not for the reasons you'd normally suspect.

After that lunch with your friends two months ago, things had remained the same at work. You hadn’t moved in with Yoongi yet, so Mondays through Thursdays, you slept at your own apartment. Fridays and weekends you spent with Yoongi at his place since you didn’t have to come up with some elaborate plan to sneak into work together without making people at the office suspicious. You hadn’t worked on any other projects with Yoongi for the fear of your relationship being outed and your work being diminished as a ‘task’ the boss had given to his girlfriend.

But unlike work, your actual relationship has done nothing but change over the last five months of your relationship. You weren’t living together, but the suggestion of it was brought up to you at least once a week. Out at dinner? “You know Y/N, if we loved together this could be our designated takeout place…” Watching a movie? “What if we repainted the bedroom to be that shade of green like they have in the movie? Moving in would be a great excuse to remodel…” And of course, trying to leave Yoongi’s apartment on Sunday night. “I can’t stand not seeing you here for four days. I hate this.” He’d whine, holding you close as your bodies stood in the entryway to his apartment. Yoongi had gradually gone from a closed off, quiet man into an energetic, passionate and honest partner. He was everything you needed in your life. He said the right things, he made you feel special. He was starting to really convince you that maybe moving in would be a good idea. After all, having to split your clothes into two dresses was starting to take its tole on you. The other night, the temperature plummeted outside and you were freezing. So, you started rummaging through dresser drawers, looking for your favorite hoodie. After ten minutes of tearing your room apart, you realized that your warm, cozy hoodie was in fact, folded neatly in your boyfriends dresser fifteen minutes away. And it was only a Tuesday, so you, your hoodie and your boyfriend had two more days to go before you could all be properly reunited.

You had also finally gotten around to getting Yoongi, Gina and Hana in the same room outside of work. You had pleaded with Yoongi for over a week. “But I can tell they don’t like me, baby it’s a waste of time.” Yoongi groaned as he watched you from the couch search through the cabinets in the kitchen. You sighed as you darted your eyes around the inner workings of the cabinet, looking for something to snack on since your dinner reservation wasn’t for another few hours.

“Yoongi come on, they don’t hate you at all. You’re still hung up on that one time Gina got mad at you because she thought you were overworking me. Which, as we all know, was not the case and she gets that now. They’re always asking about you and when exactly I can get everyone informally introduced. Please, please, please say yes!” You begged as you snatched some crackers off a shelf and headed back towards Yoongi on the couch. He silently stared at you, shaking his head in disapproval. Then he let out a deep, dramatic sigh. Your lips curled into a smile, already knowing his response. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve learned a lot of about your boyfriend. What you’ve really enjoyed learning about are those little habits about him that no one else would really pick up on but you. This particular habit was your favorite. When you were winning your case against Yoongi, when he was about to admit defat and cave to your demands, he always let out a really long, dramatic sigh before finally agreeing. And just as you suspected, you had again just won your case.

“Fine, call them and set something up whenever they’re free. We can go out or we can host them here or at your place if you want.” Yoongi murmured as he flipped through the channels on TV. You clapped your hands excitedly as you climbed on top of him, decorating his face with kisses. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was trying to conceal his smile.

So that next weekend, you decided to host your friends over to your apartment. You thought that it would be best to have them over to your apartment, since it’s well, not a rich CEO’s residence, which would have completely shocked them. Your apartment was pretty small, only had one bathroom that had almost no room to move around in, the kitchen had no storage, no counter space, and your bedroom had no windows. Overall, your apartment was the furthest thing from flashy and since you really wanted everyone to solely focus on getting to know each other, you thought you had picked the best location for that to happen since they wouldn’t be able to get sidetracked by Yoongi’s huge apartment.

Yoongi was tucked away in the kitchen, chopping something for a dish you were making as you walked towards the door after hearing the buzzer go off. It’s Gina, called the intercom. “Okay, remember Yoongi, Gina is really sarcastic, so remember to not take anything too literally or personally. She likes to get under people's skin.” You explained to him, praying in your head that everything goes well. Yoongi massaged his temples in frustration. He had been tense since the minute you woke up and you found it heartwarming that he was so nervous to meet your friends. But to be completely honest, you were also nervous deep down. Not so much with your friend Hana, but with Gina. Though you had told your friends two months ago about your relationship and they had seemed supportive, you had left out a tiny detail. After a night in with Gina at her apartment, and after knocking back quite a few drinks as you watched reruns of some show from twenty years ago, Gina had a drunk words, sober thoughts moment.

“Y/N, I really hope you realize how much of a douche your boyfriend is. I just saw him yelling at Mark from accounting the other day in the middle of the hallway. Like, he was really mad. People were looking and everything. I just don’t think someone that can get so aggressive is the right guy for you…Plus, Yoongi and his secretary are way too friendly. everything he says, she's always giggling like an idiot. ” Though you yourself could fall into the category of drunk, you were sober enough to remember what she said, especially the part about the secretary. To be clear, you always knew Yoongi’s secretary didn’t like you. And you were also aware of the fact that there was a good chance the secretary knew that Yoongi and you were dating, mainly because Yoongi was constantly ‘calling you in’ to his office, yet you never worked on anything with him. And you were always conveniently 'summoned' right before lunch started. Every time you’d walk past her desk to get to Yoongi’s office, you could almost feel her eyes burning into the back of your head. But at the end of the day, Yoongi was your boyfriend and not hers and you were secretly happy knowing someone knew of your relationship because deep down, all you wanted to do was be able to interact with Yoongi publicly without the paranoia that came along with seeing him at work.

You were taken out of your thoughts when you a knock at the door. You ran to swing it open and there stood your best friend. You both yelled excitedly as you hugged Gina tightly. You tried to navigate your way around the box of cookies in her hands that she had brought as a gift. “Come in!” You exclaimed as you pulled her inside. “Where’s Hana?” you asked as you took her box of cookies and her coat from her.

“Oh, you didn’t see the messages in the group chat? She’s stuck in traffic. You know…I told her she should’ve moved to the city when she had the chance. Now she’s so far away from everything and it takes forever to get here.” Gina explained as she closed the door and took off her shoes.

“Ugh, well I’ll try to not eat too much until she gets here, I don’t want her to feel left out.” You said as you walked towards the kitchen, Gina following close behind.

“Hi Gina.” Yoongi greeted her awkwardly as he motioned his head back down, going back to chopping vegetables.

“Hey Yoongi, thanks for making time for something like this.” Gina complimented him. “I know you’re busy…” You nudged Gina with your elbow, giving her a look that screamed behave yourself, as you started to set up the table before Hana arrived.

“Yoongi actually canceled something to do this.” You nonchalantly lied as you spread out the cookies Gina brought on a plate. You could see from the corner of your eye that Yoongi was giving you a confused look, which you couldn’t blame him for. You weren’t sure why Gina was so seemingly against your relationship. You knew she was coming from a good place, but you were really happy with Yoongi and you wanted her to see that he was just as serious about you as you were for him.

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Gina teased as she cracked a smile. Perfect, you thought to yourself. By the time Hana got to your apartment, the food was ready and everyone was sitting at the table. Yoongi went around refilling everyone's wine glasses, and Hana gave you a subtle look of approval upon him filling up her glass. It was going really well. He was asking them questions, getting to know them and even making them laugh. “Wait a minute…Yoongi, you paint!” Hana exclaimed as Yoongi shyly nodded.

“Oh you should see some of his paintings, I thought he bought them from a gallery, they look really professional.” You said, squeezing Yoongi’s shoulder. “I actually have one here.” You stood up from your seat, running to hallway to get the painting.

“When’d you get into painting?” Gina asked curiously, taking a sip of her wine. Yoongi relaxed in his seat, squinting his eyes, seemingly thinking back to something.

“I think High School…I took a few art classes and really enjoyed them. I would’ve studied art in college but my parents would’ve been angry.” Both of your friends nodded understandingly as you reentered the room.

“Here it is!” You held up the dark colored canvas. It was a painting of a night sky, one Yoongi had painted while staying over at your apartment. He sat in front of the window for hours. He had been jumpy all day because he had a meeting the next morning, so he decided to paint to take his mind off of his schedule. That was when you learned that he had a creative side to himself. Your friends stood up, getting a closer look at the painting. You could hear a lot of wows and ooo’s as you peered past them, back at your boyfriend. You gave him a wink and he smiled at you.

When your friends settled back down, you could tell that the atmosphere had changed. From earlier in the day where things were quite tense with Gina, to the tipsy laughter of the midafternoon, to now, where it seemed like everyone was truly comfortable. “Okay Yoongi I just have to say, I apologize for doubting you.” Gina blurted out. You looked over at her, confused by the sudden outburst. “I’ve seen how happy you’ve made Y/N over the past few months, but I thought it seemed too good to be true. Plus, she kept the fact that she was seeing you from us for three months and I thought that was a bad sign…But, now I get it. It is a tricky situation considering where we all work.” Hana took a sip of her wine, humming in agreement with Gina.

“I just have to ask though, what really would happen if anyone found out? I mean, you are the CEO, you can’t get fired right?”Hana spoke up, a concerned look on her face.

“No. That wouldn't happen. I’m actually in the middle of negotiating a deal, one where I would be promoted. I’d be overseeing multiple offices if we buy out these other companies. I wouldn’t be at the regular office as much, so I’m thinking our relationship wouldn’t be of much concern since I wouldn’t be at the office as much.” Yoongi explained. You listened closely, because this was all new information to you. However, you stayed silent, not wanting your friends to find out that you had no idea about any of this. “We’re keeping it really quiet right now, no one really knows.”

“Well, that’s great! I hope it all works out.” Gina cheered as she raised her glass to make a toast, she gave you warm smile, before noticing the hesitation behind your expression to return it. You ignored the confusing look from Gina and followed suit, clinking your glass with everyone else’s, but deep down, you were a bit angry with your boyfriend. How could he keep you in the dark on something as big as this.

After a few more hours, you said your goodbyes to your friends and closed the door. You turned around to find Yoongi standing behind you. “It went great right? I think I impressed them.” Yoongi said proudly as he tried to pull you into his embrace.

“Yep, great.” You responded sarcastically as you pushed past him, starting the process of cleaning up the mess from dinner. Yoongi followed behind you, asking what was wrong.

“What happened? Everything went really well…unless I missed something?” He questioned. You let out a frustrated sigh as you placed the dishes in the sink.

“What happened? I’ll tell you what happened. You’re working on buying out other companies, something that could potentially take you to other cities and you just neglected to tell me. And you’ve been working on this for a while? This wasn’t even something that just happened. My friends found out before I did. Do you know how embarrassing it was to have to sit there and pray that you didn’t blurt out that I had no idea about this?” You yelled as you watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, formulating his response.

“I thought it would have been a nice surprise.” Yoongi murmured as he looked at you.

“Well it wasn’t. It makes me think that you have no trust in me. LIke you couldn’t trust me with important information.” You explained to him as you turned on the faucet, starting to scrub the plates.

“So what now? Are you mad at me? Y/N I’m sorry, it’s just been hectic with all the talks of these mergers, I really didn’t think it through.” To that, you didn’t even respond. You weren’t sure why this got you so mad. After all, other than that slip up, the day went well and technically the ultimate goal was to get your friends to bond with your boyfriend. “I don’t care if you stay or leave, I’m just angry that you didn’t at least give me a heads up.” Is all you said as he leaned against the counter.

He did end up staying over that night and by the next morning, you decided to just not bring it up again, but you couldn’t help the doubts that started to reappear in the back of your mind. You wondered if his secretary knew about the mergers. You thought about whether he'd need to move for work. If he would start to travel even more often than he already did. But most importantly you wondered if your relationship was as secure as you had previously thought it was. Does he not trust me?

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 2 years ago

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I never really write about the chaos that would be living as Simon’s roommate but it would be a trip.

You watching Simon have a mental struggle because he hasn’t slept in four days.

“No, this is definitely not my charger.” He’s holding his phone charger, it’s his because he pulled it out of his room but he’s saying it’s not because it “feels different.”

“Is this it?” You’re trying to help by giving him yours but he refuses.

“No that’s not it either.”

Also the rambles, it’s hard to understand what he’s talking about because he’s not making sense but you can’t tell him to stop. You’re a little worried about him since he won’t go to bed.

“And I was thinking about how soap doesn’t actually make you clean it just makes you feel clean.” You’re not sure how he started talking about soap since he had just been talking to you about repainting the cabinets in the kitchen.

Both of you often eat midnight snacks especially when it’s the school term.

You hate when he drives but he refuses to let you drive if he’s there.

“You’re going to tip the car!”

“Why would I slow down to turn?”

Watching him take apart appliances to make sure that they’re working without having a manual because he just knows where stuff goes.

You made the mistake of mentioning that you want to workout and he offered to be your workout buddy. Safe to say, you refused to workout with him the next time

“You can’t give up.”

“You almost killed me!”

Match made heaven fr

#the roommate series #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #I could talk about the shenanigans that go on #all day #you and Simon are chaos #together #also the charger thing happened between me and my roommate #she drank coffee and it was so caffeinated that she started going a little crazy #it’s okay though because it was funny as shit

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months ago

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Ever since I realized that HGTV's "Ugliest House in America" doesn't pick the ugliest house, it picks the easiest one, that also fits the renovation budget of $150K, I don't bother watching the finale. I actually loved this house as it was, but they picked it to be redone by designer Alison Victoria. Here are the befores and afters. This fairytale retro home was blue outside.

It's white now.

Granted, the quirky little cottage was colorful, and I guess it didn't fit owners Joe & Jack's taste. The round tower foyer was yellow with pink carpeting. It was nicknamed "The Barbie House." Then, why did they buy it? And, why didn't they repaint some of it?

Look at it now. Meh.

The pink living room walls matched the pink carpet. After seeing the other homes in the competition, truthfully, this one looked good.

TBH, I think that HGTV got a good chunk of their budget back, b/c they didn't do much reno with this house. This was just paint, new furniture, and wallpaper.

Luckily, she kept the round dining nook and glass block.

But, Joe & Jack did kind of embrace the quirkiness- look at the funky mannequin. Since the owners can't see it until it's finished, I wonder if they like it. I hope they didn't expect Alison to update it and keep the historic features.

The wall was opened to accommodate the new modern kitchen. And, new built-in seating was added.

I loved these cabinets so much.

They're gone.

I don't know, I like this. It's cozy.

Don't like this.

This was original retro. Look at the cool floor and the curvy counter. I loved this house. There had to be a way to upgrade and preserve it. It's architectural history.

Reconfigured, bland, and modern. I can't believe the original retro design was destroyed in favor of this. It had personality before.

The bath had original turquoise fixtures. HGTV called it a "turquoise terror."

Reconfigured. I wouldn't have minded the rearranging, but the gray, black & white is so modern/cliche.

This room had character.

Well, it's so boring now, it would certainly put you to sleep.

They don't show the before deck, but Alison commissioned this mural for the floor. So,there you have it. The winner and its reno.

https://www.realtor.com/advice/reality-tv/ugliest-house-in-america-season-5-winner/

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crazyco0tz · 1 year ago

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{Painting stray kids nails!!}

Warnings: cursing, the SMALLEST insecure barely mentioned.

(Not proofread)

Chan

Finally, Chan finally has a day off but that is not stopping him from working at home and you knew that. Walking back into the living room after getting ready for the day just to see your boyfriend, who promised to take a break, working on the sofa.

“What happened to a day off hm?” You say in a sarcastic tone while sitting down next to him. “ I forgot my due date for this project was shortened..” he whispered. Sighing at his overworked tone you reach for his hand to message, Chan first tried pulling his hand back to type faster but you fought back “you can type perfectly fine with just one hand” giggling at the end of your sentence

He Flinched at the sudden pressure you put on his palm trying to relax him but you notice his past polish has scratched off, he just painted them to and was really proud of himself for thinking of the star design all by himself. Dragging your fingers over his nails you figured you’d fix it for him since he wouldn’t have time to do it himself. “I’ll be right back channie~” looking back at you with confusion “why?? Where at u going?” Smiling at his almost worried tone you respond with a quick “you’ll see” before walking to your craft cabinet which housed your nail polish’s for some reason

Coming back to the sofa with polish, towels and a fan to dry it faster. Placing everything on the coffee table in front of you then flopping back down next to him where he hasn’t even noticed what your planing on doing.

“Give me your hand darling” not looking up from his computer he flops his hand In your lap. You Lean forward to grab the black nail polish and opening it easily, you put the open bottle in between your thighs, picking up Chans limp hand kissing the back of it quickly before picking up the polish brush and pressing it on the base of his pointer finger.

The cold liquid scaring Chan out of his work, you were holding his wrist very still so luckily his flinch didn’t make a mess. “W-what are you doing?” He stutters “I’m fixing your nails silly, now be still for me I don’t wanna mess it up” he looked back at his laptop for a second before softly closing it

You notice his movement and was quietly proud of yourself for it, throwing his laptop aside him then inches himself closer to you to rest his head on your shoulder watching you recreate his nail design perfectly with a calming smile on his face.

Minho

“Min I told you to WAIT for your nails to dry BEFORE petting your shedding cat!!” You mumbled at your boyfriend who just pet his fluffy cat 5 seconds after you told him not to. “I couldn’t help it she pawed at my hands she needed pets” he declared with his hands out infront of him with cat hair all over them. “Yeah I know you love your cats but guess who has to do your nails all over again!” You say dramaticly, obviously you weren’t mad at him your just messing with him I mean it was just a black coat on his nails, nothing special.

He pitifully looks away from your “angry” face as you aggressively pour nail polish remover on a towel. “Gosh your so lucky I’m as patient as I am” softening your gaze as you rub off all the cat hair and polish. “Well on the bright side I get to spend more time with you right?” You tsk at his attempt to be brighten the mood, which work.

After you messily repaint his nails, you grab both his wrists to gently blow on his nails, jumping away from your breath his giggles a little. “Stop moving min I’m trying to dry your nails faster!!” “I can’t help it?! It feels weird” you mumbled something about how sensitive he is as you grab the LED light and drop it infront of him. “Fine just put your hands in here and KEEP THEM THERE” he pushes his hands into the light as you go to throw away the dirty nail polish towels

As you open the trash you remembered what was still sitting next to him. The cat. “MINHO DONT YOUR DARE TOUCH THAT CAT.” you yell from the kitchen “YOUR NO FUN Y/N!” you both start laughing at his response. Walking back to the table he was sitting at and thank god.. he actually listened. “Wow look your nails are actually dry!” You joke smirking at him. He wasn’t laughing at your joke tho. “What you think I’m that incompetent y/n?” “Yes”.

Changbin

“BABE!!!!” you hear from your boyfriend at the other side of the studio “WHAT BINNIE??” You respond quickly, you haven’t gotten a response yet but you hear his footsteps getting louder and faster towards you suddenly he slams the door open and you were met with a bright eyed changbin!

“Yesss??” You say with delight since your always happy to see his sweet face. He takes a breath in then pulls out a box he has behind his back which you somehow didn’t notice at first, “look look I got these new nail polish pens and they just arrived!! They had pastel!” You smile softly at how happy he is “Ah that’s really cool bub do you want to try them out!” Sitting up from your position on the couch. “Duhh I wanna try them out?!” He says sassily putting his hand on his hip “well your in luck I just cleaned my nails off” you wiggle your fingers infront of him but he shakes his head “no I want you to do mine!” You aw at his excitement before jump off the studio couch to walk over to his desk, dragging an extra chair with you

You set up the chair next to the one that was already sitting there, quickly sitting down you pat the chair next to you waiting for him to sit down. Basically throwing himself in that chair he rips open the box’s to see 10 beautiful colors fall out. “What color do you want bin??” He brings his hand up to his cheek to rest on it while he thinks. “ maybe the shiny purple and pink one? OHHHHH can you make a little dwaekki?” Your palms are already sweaty cuz your not very good with nail art “uhm…I can try..but it may not look good” grabbing the purple to put on a background, then the pink..

Your boyfriend basically bouncing in his chair while keeping his hand as still as possible with excitement in his eyes. You’ve started over so many times cuz u couldn’t get the ears right. And you failed yet again sighing as u reach for the paper towel again when changbin stops you “hold on hold on you’ve wipped off your design so many times I wanna see it before u get rid of it!” Your eyes widen then look back down at his hand “no no you shouldn’t see it just wait until I make a good one you won’t like this one” “but I like everything you do..” he pouted, feeling a bit bad u agree to let him see it “fine..look” you whisper

Expecting bin to think it’s ugly and wanting you to try again you pick up the towel to wet it with remover, looking back up at him expecting a disgusted face but instead was met by his cute smile “I love it!” He exclaimed putting his Honda out and wiggling his fingers “they’re perfect thank you thank youuuu” he pulls u In to hug you making sure to not get polish in your hair. “It’s not the best bin sorryy” kissing him on the cheek before pulling away. “No no I love them!!” You watch as he waves his hands around to dry with the most adoring face your ever seen, giving him one last kiss before cleaning up.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin always likes being your little test subject, wanted to try a new eyeliner, you try it on Hyunjin, wanted to try a new hair curler, you try it on Hyunjin. And he was totally fine with it frankly he loved to attention. So when you got a new set of nail polish but didn’t want a new color on your nails just yet you went to find Hyunjin

He was practicing alone which he does a lot so you didn’t have to worry about the others. Walking into the practice room with a little hello to let him know who it was. “Hey sweetheart do you have a few minutes by any chance?~” you say fluttering your eyes in a joking way “yeah I should probably take a break, what did u need y/nnie??” He says while sweat drips down he face “oh nothing much just got this new set or nail polish and wanted to tr-“ “YES” he says a little to quickly “ok then!! Sit for a second I’ll go get towels”

Running back into the room with towels in hand you slide up to Hyunjin on your knees (doing that makes me feel so cool ngl) while he’s looking at all the colors, he looks up and smiles at you then hands you the box back, you grab the box and then his hand, placing his hand on the towel “keep your hand there for a sec” you say with a bit of strain as you rip the box open

“What color are you gunna do babe??” He ponders “all of them, ima make a rainbow, if your ok with that sweetheart” “of course I am:)”

You had decided to leave all the bottles open for easy access since you’ll need them all regularly, clearly forgetting how clumsy your boyfriend really is. You got to the color orange as you paint it on you ask Hyunjin to nudge the yellow closer to you. But when he pushed to bottle it got caught on the floor board spilling the littlest bit out of the bottle. You quickly picked it up right and put the orange away to clean up the small spill before it stains

After wiping it with a towel you look up to Hyunjin who has his unpainted finger up to his mouth looking rather upset. “Its ok baby it was barely a drop??” You say putting your hand on his arm “y-yeah I know but it was a new bottle..heh I do that a lot dont i-“ You sigh “we’ll yeah but it’s not that big of a deal I promise, a lot of things can be cleaned up no matter how clumsy you are~” you pull his hand away from his face “cmon let me finish this hand” you smile kissing his finger tips which earned a smile back.

Han

We both know he is the one who brough the nail polish to you, and he was the one begging for you to do his nails because he “couldn’t get this one design right” which you agree too

“So what are you having trouble with?” You giggling slightly “this ONE star on my pinky I can’t get it right:(“ pushing his pinky in your face “fix it!…please” he says with a toothy smile. “Ughh fineee give me the polish hannie” he turns around looking for the color real quick before handing it to you dropping to his knees in-front of you, then plops his hand in your lap.

“Ok now watch just incase someone isn’t around to help u with your precious stars.” You tease. He watches in aw as you draw out a perfect star on such a small finger, “that’s how you outline ok?” “MHM MHMMM!” “Now you Fill in the star from the tips to the middle in straight lines” he gasped at that because he has been scribbling it in instead of using straight lines. “Done!” He is genuinely shocked at how you did that “omg your so cool y/n seriously thank you so muchhhh” you laugh “ofc baby” he starts slowly blowing on his nail.

Felix

Felix was notified the day before they were going to record a new code, he already had clothes picked out for tomorrow so he really had nothing else to do, as he sat on your bed staring at his hands he had an idea. Quickly running to his make up drawer which also has his nail polish inside. Grabbing his favorite color then went to go find you

He found you in the kitchen leaning fully against the counter while eating a cookie and scrolling through your phone, you noticed him in your peripheral vision then lowered your phone to talk to him. “Hey sunshine whatcha up too??” Noticing he definitely had something in his hand. He walks up to the counter than sits on one of the elevated chairs, opening his hand while he says “can you do my nails real quick please?” He was always so polite and you loved that about him “of course but I’ll have to be fast I have more cookies in the oven” he hummed in hunger lowkey wanted one of those cookies

You grab the color and opened it swiftly “rest your hand on my wrist it’s easier” you direct him “okayy” painting his nails went rather fast since it was just one color and just when u finished the first hand the oven when off. “Hold on i need to get that” you turn around, grab your mittens, and slowly take the cookies out and set them on the cooling tray.

Turning back your your sunshine you grab up the bottle again to start the other hand, only 3 minutes later you were done “there you go lix, just let them dry ok just stay there for a sec” he looked at you very offended “but I wanted one of those cookies?!” You snicker at him “you can’t wait??” “NO!” You roll your eyes and turn to grab a cookie turning back again to feed it to Felix, but right before it touches his mouth which was wide open, you swiftly change directions To take a bite yourself instead. “WTF?!?!” He shouted “hey watch your mouth” you laugh finally letting him take a bite himself. “Hmm this good” he mumbled “yeah I know I made it?”

Seungmin

He always liked coloring or drawing on you or your nails it relaxed him so much, you didn’t care about ink poisoning at this point, he was currently drawing a little dog on your inner wrist when you noticed his faded polish. “Hey” you nudge him a bit to get his attention “hm?” He looks up at you since he was laying on your lap “can I do your nails real quick Minnie?” You ask sweetly as you twirl his hair a little which you only do as a last resort since he can be stubborn sometimes, but it wasn’t necessary since he was already really relaxed after a long day

“Uhm..mhm sure” he whispered, he went to get up but you stopped him “no stay there the nail polish is on the table next to me” you pet his head to get him to lay back down, you stretch over to grab the polish and a tissue, he is currently laying with his head and upper back on your lap with his hands on his chest, you figured you could just paint his nails where he is, so you lay the tissue on his chest but under his hands and you got to work, slightly holding his hands up with yours and the cold feeling of the polish made him very tired.

By the time you were done he was about to fall sleep which you didn’t mind, so while he was there you gave his a little hand message which send him out but you knew if you stopped it would wake him up so you layed there with him in your lap messaging his hands for atleast 30 minutes while watching a show and listening to his little snores.

Jeongin

Similar to Seungmin expect he was asleep when you started painting his nails anyways, you always wanted to paint his nails for him but he always said no for some reason so you figured if you buttered him up all day with love and messages and acts of kindness then maybe when he wakes up he won’t be upset about it. You already had the polish in your pocket then you sat down next to him offering for him to rest his head on you, which made him fall asleep.

Slowly moving his hands over to your lap with brush in want everything was going smoothly until the last nail, he TWITCHED!! You froze hoping he didn’t wake up, after a while on nothing you cleaned up the nail and fixed the paint, finally your done I thought of waking him up but you ofc let him rest so you lay back your self after closing the paint and setting it aside…..”you could have just asked me y/nnie..”

Your eyes shot open at the sound of his very much awake voice “uhm..how was your nap baby??” You say nervously “what nap?” ….he was awake the whole time…. “Did I Wake You up innie??” You Look down at him slowly just to be met with his cute fox eyes “no silly I was never asleep!” Widening your eyes you hope he isn’t mad “you did a good job tho y/n I like it, you didn’t have to butter me up just to paint my nails yk… but I did enjoy the attention..” you sigh in relief “aw im glad.. how about tomorrow we go get McDonald’s huh??” “Sounds…nice…” now he’s really gunna fall asleep.

I PUT MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARSSSS INTO THIS OMG….

I’m proud tho😇

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