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I need help, my life is now a living hell. (TW suicide attempt mention)
I know this is gonna annoy a lot of you for bitching and whining again but as of late my life has been really hard. I had to sell my soul and my life to a demon against my will. There is a toxic parasite I want to cut ties with but canât. I am talking about a toxic family member who has no respect for boundaries and loves to judge and be rude to everyone around her.
I just really need some help rn guys because at this rate it really feels like I can either endure and sacrifice my sanity for as long as she lives or I could only ever end it via suicide. I have tried to do it twice while she was down and my mother has to hide away medication so I donât overdose and sharp things such as knives and scissors when her new favourite person ever, her karen on steroids sister is here.
To paint a picture there is a story about when I was a baby with my cousin and toxic aunt. My toxic aunt would use grandma ( her mother) as a slave whenever she came to visit her grandson. âNow that youâre here I want you to do EVERYTHING for him while I go and bitch and whine about coffee and ask to see managers (Iâm not joking. She literally does that. Saw it multiple times when she stays with us.). Whilst my Mom would offer to do fun activities with her and us, like go to the beach, etc. Because of this she enjoyed our company more than my toxic aunt who threw a tantrum over it. âYou love my sisterâs daughters more than my son!â. She got so pissed that she moved out of our place during a vacation. Mother offered to have my cousin and grandma to play in the pool with me and my sister whilst she helped my toxic aunt pack. She EXPLODED over that! Why? Idk. She then stormed into the house screaming and it woke baby me up and I was sobbing. Dad got mad and told her to get out and we had nothing to do with her until grandma died.
She hasnât changed at all. Very toxic, always complaining and saying horrible things behind our backs. I had multiple extreme meltdowns when she came. She stayed for four whole months last year. One summer, one spring, one for every season. She has this rule too where only she is allowed to talk, all she does to complain and she gets weirdly excited when someone else is strugglingâŠshe loves to happily talk about others misfortunes and then she finds no joy in going to the beach and going out for lunch. Instead she complains constantly and it ruins the whole day. Mother told me she says the most horrible things about me behind my back tooâŠwhich gets her upset but she puts up with it because she is going through a divorce. We put up with her rude behaviour out of pity. I understand how hard getting divorced is but it shouldnât excuseâŠwhatever the fuck she is doing to us. Mother and I got into extreme arguments because of her as well and we rarely fight. My toxic aunt turns my parents against me. Iâm freaking out because she is going to come down again.
Last time she claimed to be more respectful of our boundaries. âWe donât have to do something every day, Iâm ok to hang out by myself every now and then.â Then she guilt trips us by saying âI donât know why I bother coming down here if Iâm going to be alone.â Over me wanting to spend ONE fucking weekend alone with my mom out of an ENTIRE month of her hovering around us and never shutting up. She also loves to interrupt. I would be in the middle of saying something and she cuts in as if Iâm worth nothing! Then I canât even say anything because she never shuts up ever! Then when I am blessed with a moment of talking (usually because mother says Izzy has something to say) I get nervous about saying something she will judge me for!
She belittles every trigger of mine too. Once I used to like this cafe and she has this huge obsession with their muffins. I donât go there anymore though because some mean teenage girls work there now and they have been openly rude to me two times when I visited. So rude I ended up crying once. I didnât want to go back (keep in mind I have been bullied a lot as well, I have a huge fear of mean girls) My aunt gave me this huge lecture about it and tried to force me to go in just so she can get her muffins. I felt completely shattered as she gave me a hard time over it. In the end mother figured out her angle and just dropped her off there whilst I waited in the carâŠfor her to do that though about my own experiences and my triggers and not wanting to return to a cafe with rude serviceâŠit was just so insensitive.
She used to say rude things to me because of me displaying typical autistic traits like my weird eating habits and my special obsessions. Mother made her stop saying things to my face but she told me she just says judgemental things behind my back now and she gives me this god awful judgemental stare when we go out to eatâŠShe also shows no respect for mental illnesses such as anxiety, saying itâs not real. She also once made fun of someone who committed suicideâŠwhich shows how she isnât really a good person. She picks at Mom and gives her a hard time and openly judges her and says rude things to her and mother always bottles it and takes it out on me in the end because the one who HAD been rude to her is going through a divorce.
I never want to have to endure her abusive behaviour again but Iâm completely powerless. I feel so hopeless. Idk what to do..
#karen#toxic family#vent#tw vent#tw sui attempt#tw toxic behavior#tw toxic family#tw toxic aunt#please help#help#mental health#mental illness#anxiety#anxiety disorder#depression#divorce#tw divorce#toxic behavior#emotional abuse#autisim#autsitic
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My mom hates Trump and doesn't really care that someone is, apparently, falsely accusing him of assault (most likely, she was just trying to tell me brother to fuck off by saying she "doesn't care"). My brother started yelling at her about how Trump is a victim and he doesn't want to see him prosecuted for something he didn't do.
My brother has spent THIRTY FUCKING YEARS blaming our mom for how HE was accused of rape by someone he chose to fuck and has spent 25+ years blaming her for encouraging him to take a plea deal, where he was made a tier one sex offender, after he repeatedly broke the fucking probation he was only put on, again, for RAPE. He's now tier two for refusing to register and sits in my home, smoking weed and vapes with the SSI my mom got him on.
This girl accused another boy of rape, btw, and he took the same deal as my brother.. don't know what happened to him.. but I guess my mom ruined his life, too, right????
#Blame shifting#Emotional abuse#dysfunctional family#tw r*pe#tw r4p3#tw rap3#toxic environment#toxic siblings#it's okay he's bipolar#and bipolar renders people to act like a piece of fucking shit for thirty fucking years#just like it made my aunt /s
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someone to be thankful for
DBF! Joel Miller x Female Reader
summary: Itâs Thanksgivingâwhen dinner with your nightmare of a family goes south, you find comfort in the person you least expect it from: your fatherâs best friend, Joel Miller.
warnings/tags: 18+ only, MINORS DNI. (AU, NO OUTBREAK) non canon, DBF! Joel, AGE GAP (reader is in her 20âs, i do not specify her age, but sheâs a recent college grad so do with that what you will, not everyone graduates at the same specific age ya know? Joel is in his mid-ish 50âs). Readerâs a teacher, she is visiting her suburban childhood home from a big city. Readerâs parents are religious and practice traditional-ish gender norms (i.e father is head of the household kinda thing) readerâs family celebrates Thanksgiving (sorry) several mentions of food and alcohol, readerâs parents suck, she has two brothers who come with names, a lot of her relatives come with names, watch out for Aunt Ines sheâs a bitch. (TW) body/weight shaming (twice) PLEASE BE MINDFUL if this could be triggering. mentions of and implications of childhood abuse (not graphic) readerâs dad gets in her face, implied infidelity (readerâs dad), implied toxic marriage (readerâs parents). soft, caring, protective Joel. Joelâs recently divorced, mention of Sarah, mentions of the ex-wife. SMUT. oral sex (female receiving) p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) reader states sheâs on baby blockers (birth control), creampie, DADDY KINK (bc reader clearly has a few daddy issues), LOTS of pet names (darlinâ, baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, honey), size kink (ish?), cockwarming. think i got it all?
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. if this isnât your thing, that is fine but just keep on scrolling.
MOODBOARD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES ONLY, READER HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.
word count: 11.5k
a/n: yeahâŠidk. this was very delayed because it turned into a whole thing. if anyone actually reads all 11k of this, i will bake you muffins.
You take a deep breath and look in the mirror.
Skirt pressed, not a wrinkle in sight.
Hair brushed, not a single strand out of place.
Makeup done, not a blemish to be seen.
And somehow, someone will still find something.
Something to point out.
Something to comment on.
Something to criticize.
If not your appearance, itâll be something else.
Because someone always had something to say.
âShould you be eating all of that?â
âAnother year gone and still no boyfriend?â
âDonât you want to get married?â
âWhen I was in my twenties, I had two children.â
Boundaries didnât exist on Thanksgiving.
Actually, for your family, boundaries didnât exist at allâsomehow, they are still scratching their heads and wondering why youâd decided to up and leave the minute your high school principal handed over that diploma, your ticket to freedom.
âSweetie!â Your motherâs shrill voice calls from the kitchen downstairs. âI need a hand! Our guests are going to start arriving soon and there is still plenty left for us to do before they get here!â
You groan outwardly.
Thereâs still plenty left to do?
Howâs that even fucking possible?
Youâve been cooking and baking since sunrise.
âDonât you think itâs too early?â youâd grumbled at five oâ clock in the morning when your mother had pulled you out of bed, declaring it was time for the big dinner preparations to beginâeven though itâd be several hours before your family came over and gathered around the table to break bread. She had pulled the turkey out of the freezer a few days ago, a massive, thirty-pound whole bird that looked big enough to feed a small village. In addition, she had picked up a ham and a brisket. âMom, whyâs there so much food?â Rubbing the sleep from your eyes with the sleeve of your robe, youâd started making your way over to the Nespresso only to realize that the coffee machine was hidden behind paper bags full of groceries. âAre we cooking for all of Texas or something?â
âVery funny,â she had glared at you. âOf course we arenât.â She started unwrapping the turkey. âWeâre simply making sure we have enough food and that we have different options for everyone to enjoy, so knock it off with the wisecracks and get to peeling those carrots for me for the stuffing. There is not a single minute to waste today, you hear me, missy? Weâre hosting a dozen people, so everything must be absolutely perfect. I wonât accept anything less than perfection today, do you understand me?â
Thirteen hours later, sheâs still driving you insane.
Youâre only home visiting until the end of the week and then itâs back to the Midwest. You can survive her for three more days, right?
You hear her calling your name and exhale a small, frustrated sigh. âIâm coming, mom!â you call back. Itâs difficult to mask the annoyance in your tone of voice, but somehow you manage it. âOne minute!â
Smoothing down your pleated plaid skirt, you take one last look in the mirror to make sure everything is in orderâthere is a loose thread on the sleeve of your brown, knitted sweater and you carefully snip it off with a pair of scissors before sliding your feet into the comfiest pair of ankle boots youâd packed and head downstairs, nose leading the way as you follow the warm, delicious scent of the made from scratch biscuits and rolls baking in the oven.
You find your mother standing at the center island counter garnishing a charcuterie board with sweet gherkins and sprigs of fresh herbs. Sheâs donning a festive apron embroidered with fall leaves over her designer dress, and her hairâs still up in rollers. âFinally, there you are,â she huffs out loudly the second she hears you walk into the kitchen. Down the hallway, your father and two younger brothers are shouting at some football game on the flat screen television in the living roomâmen donât lift a single finger on this day, at least not in this household. âI need you to start setting the table for me. I have place cards in that bag over there. Make sure your dadâs at the head of the table. Oh and donât forget to bring out the childrenâs table for all your little cousinsââ She glances up, letting out a small gasp when she sees you. âWhat in the world are you wearing?â
Frowning, you look down at yourself. âClothes?â
Her ruby red lips purse together in a tight thin line.
âHoney, that skirt is too short. Itâs inappropriate.â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at her. âItâs like an inch above the knee, how is that inappropriate? Itâs not like itâs a miniskirt, mom.â As she eyes your skirt with disapproval, you decide youâre not in the mood to argue and say, âOkay, fine. Iâll go upstairs and change into something else thenââ
âNo, no, forget it,â she shakes her head. âWe donât have the time for that.â Your mother whirls around, picking up the bag of place holdersâsheâd special ordered little turkeys carved out of wood. She also takes a marker and a notepad, shoving everything into your hands. âHere. I wrote down all the names of everyone whoâs coming for dinner. The children get place holders too but make sure the little ones are sitting beside someone older to help them. Oh! Did I already mention putting your dad at the head of theââ
Tuning her out, your eyes scan down the guest list and if thereâs one thing to be thankful for today itâs the fact that your motherâs given you the power to seat everybody wherever you want. Halfway down the list, you see the names of several relatives that you donât want anywhere near you at the table. An Aunt Miriam who smells like the inside of a casino; a cousin Jennifer who refuses to acknowledge her forty-eight month old is actually four years old; an uncle Richard who always has one too many beers and winds up spewing antigovernment conspiracy theories, ranting until heâs passed out somewhere, such as on the floor of the guest bathroom.
You get to the bottom of the list and canât help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. âJoel Miller?â
She nods, returning to her board.
âYou remember Mr. Miller, donât you, sweetie? He and your father went to college togetherâheâs one of his oldest and dearest friends. Donât tell me you forgot about him? Youâve met him plenty of tiââ
âYeah, I remember who Joel is, mom,â you mutter, cutting her off. âDidnât he and the family move out to Arizona like, four years ago? To Phoenix, right?â Youâd been away for college then. Taking a second glance at the list, you notice she had forgotten the names of Joelâs wife and daughter. Surely, itâd just been a mistake on her part, though. âI had no idea they were in town visiting. Dad didnât mention it to me at all.â
âTheyâre not.â She lowers her voice, as if someone else is standing in the room listening. âJoel moved back to Austin, heâs been back for a few days now. He and Connie, they umââ Pausing for a moment, she reaches up and clasps the cross hanging from her neck before whispering, âThey got divorced.â
Taken aback, your mouth parts slightly. âWhat?â
âI know. Joel and Connie were the last people that I ever thought would get divorced. Such a shame,â your mother remarks, shaking her head. âI ran into Mrs. Adler at the super market and she was telling me all about it. Thinks they could have saved their marriage if only those twoââ
âWould get right with Jesus,â you finish, biting the tiny smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. âShe says that about everything, mom.â
âWell, she isnât wrong! The sacrament of marriage is a lifelong bond that shouldnât be broken. Itâs not right.â Dropping her hand away from her necklace, she crosses her arms over chest. âAnyway, Connie stayed in Phoenix. Sarahâs spending Thanksgiving with her. Your father didnât want Joel spending the holiday alone and invited him over for dinner. That means I need you to be on your very best behavior tonight. I donât want you embarrassing your father in front of his closest friend. Is that understood?â
You canât help but scoff a little. âIâm not a child.â
She narrows her eyes at you and scoffs right back, planting her hands on her hips.
âNo, youâre a smart aleck. Need I remind you what happened last Thanksgiving with Aunt Ines?â
Of course she didnât have to remind you about last yearâs fiasco with her insufferable bitch of a sister.
âThatâs an awfully big piece of pumpkin pie,â sheâd remarked loudly, eliciting snickers from everybody sitting at the table. âDonât forget, dearâa moment on the lips, forever on the hips. And you have quite a few forevers on your hips already, darling.â
You had smiled sweetly at her, your fingers itching to fling your motherâs fine china at her. âI wouldnât really worry about my pie, Aunt Ines,â you had said as soon as you realized that nobody, not even your parents, would be coming to your defense. âMuch less when your husbandâs stepping out and eating someone elseâs pie when heâs away on all those so called business trips. Worry about that instead.â
That comment hadnât gone over all too well. Three months later, Aunt Ines and Uncle Louis started to see a marriage counselor. Whoops.
âWell?â
âShe deserved that,â you say, shrugging lightly.
âSheâs family.â
âSheâs a jerk.â
âYou crossed a line.â
âShe crossed it first.â
Before your mother can respond, the sound of the doorbell ringing echoes throughout the house.
âJesus, we donât have time for this!â Your motherâs eyes widen when she tries running a hand through her hair and realizes she still has her rollers in. âOh no, people are arriving and Iâm still not ready!â She makes a beeline for the hallway. âGet the door and greet our guests, Iâll be down in five minutes!â
She disappears upstairs into her bedroom and you hear the doorbell ring again. Your father shouts for someone to go answer it, someone other than him or your brothers because it is the end of the fourth quarter and they just canât possibly miss that.
You make your way through the foyer and open up the front door expecting it to be one of your family members, but itâs not.
Your throat instantly goes dry at the sight of him.
Heâs broader than you remeber, so much broader.
The fabric of his sage green dress shirt is nice and snug on his frameâstretched taut over the planes of his chest and his wide shoulders. Heâs holding a box of store bought something or other but youâre much too preoccupied with the way the sleeves of his shirt are hugging his biceps to notice what it is although you assume itâs some kind of dessert. He looks far more delicious than whatever sweet treat could be in that white box heâs got in his hands.
After a minute, you realize youâve been gawking at him and the heat rushes to your cheeks. âHello Mr. Miller,â you greet him politely. âItâs very nice to see you again. Please, come on in.â
He smiles, his brown eyes warm and sweet behind his square, black-rimmed glasses. âYou remember me,â he states and the syrupy richness of his voice sends a pleasant tingle up your spine. Stepping off to the side, you allow him insideâas he steps past you over the threshold, the tantalizing scent of his cologne almost brings you to your knees. Notes of a citrus accord like tart grapefruit, fresh bergamot mixed with the woodiness of vetiver and musk; itâs intoxicating, something you could easily get drunk off of if youâre not careful. âIâm surprised. Sâbeen a real long time since you last saw me.â
âIt hasnât been all that long,â you reply, closing the door behind you. You speak to him in the steadiest voice you can muster, with nonchalanceâas if you arenât one missed heartbeat away from feeling like a silly little schoolgirl with her first crush. âHas it?â
He thinks about it. ââBout four and a half years.â
âThatâs really not that long.â
âSânot,â Joel admits with a chuckle. âBut with how much Iâve aged in that short amount of time, I just wasnât sure if youâd recognize me, yâknow? I look a lot different than I used to.â He pauses and laughs, shaking his head. âI must look like an old geezer to you now, donât I?â
Grays lightly pepper his thick dark brown curls, his beard and his mustache. Heâs got crows feet when he smiles, he has worry lines and creases between his eyebrowsâhe does look a lot older, but heâs so goddamn handsome, wrinkles, fine lines, and all.
You toss him a playful eye roll, prompting a grin. âI donât think you look like an old geezer, Mr. Miller.â
âWell, youâre sure as hell makinâ me feel like an old geezer by callinâ me that, darlinâ girl.â He gives you a little wink and youâre not quite sure if itâs that, or if it was the way heâd used a pet name that knocks all the wind out of your lungs. âPlease, just call me Joel.â
You nod and shyly agree to it. âOkay, then. Joel.â
âSâmuch better.â His grin widens and a prominent, deep dimple appears on the left side of his cheek.
Thereâs a silence that follows, but itâs not awkward or weird. Itâs comfortableâbeing in his presence is comfortable. His sweet disposition makes you feel so calm, so at ease.
Joelâs always been a nice man of course, although your interactions with him had been limitedâkind, quick helloâs in passing on Sundays whenever heâd come over to watch football with your dad, maybe a polite how are you here and there if you bumped into him at gatherings like a backyard barbecue or birthday party. But youâre older now, no longer the child who greeted her fatherâs best friend because it was bad manners if she didnât. You donât want to throw him that kind, quick hello or that polite how are you and then scurry off the way you used to as a little kid. You actually want to talk to Joel Miller.
But you suddenly remember heâs not here for you.
Heâs here for your father.
Joel!â Your mother screeches, five-inch high heels clacking loudly as she descends the staircase. She had ditched the apron and hair rollersâand put on one too many layers of her heaviest perfume. With a delighted squeal, she rushes up to Joel and pulls him into a bone crushing hug, almost causing him to drop the box heâs still holding. âOh, it is so good to see you! Itâs been far too long!â
You force back a small, amused snort.
As if she hadnât been judging the man for a failed marriage just minutes ago in the kitchen.
Itâs performative, too over the top to be sincere.
âSâgood to see you too.â He steps back and laughs as he adjusts his glasses with one of his hands. He holds out the box to her with the other. âPicked up a pecan pie on the way over here. I wouldâa tried to make it myself, but the kitchenâs still all packed up in boxes.â He pauses, laughing again. âThen again, I ainât really much of a baker. Store bought was for the best I reckon,â he admits, sheepishly. When he shrugs his shoulders, his shirt strains a bit over his frame and even your mother canât help but stare a little.
Lightly clearing her throat, she takes the box from him and reminds him, âDidnât I tell you that all you had to bring tonight was a nice, healthy appetite?â
Joel lightly pats his stomach. âBrought that too. In fact, I didnât eat a thing all day long. Iâm absolutely starvinâ right now. Could eat a whole horse.â
âGood! Dinnerâs going to be served soon. Williamâs in the living room with the boys, watching football game after football game. Come with me, Iâm sure youâre eager to see him.â Your mother spins on her heel and hands you the dessert. âSweetie, will you be a gem and go put this in the kitchen for me?â It isnât a request, itâs an order masked as a requestâitâs the kindest sheâs been to you all day. She takes Joelâs arm and leads him down the hallway, calling out over her shoulder, âAnd please set the table!â
You do set the table, and when you do, you decide to sit yourself right next to Joel Miller.
Your mother lightly clinks her knife against the rim of her wine glass and clears her throat. âEveryone! Itâs time to join hands and say grace before we dig into our meal,â she announces, her voice breaking through the loud, buzzing chatter at the table. She waits until thereâs complete silence and then takes her seat, the chair adjacent to your fatherâs. Youâre on his opposite side and Joelâs right beside you. âI think you should do the honor, William. You are the man of the house, after all.â
Nodding, your father begins the prayer.
âHeavenly Father, bless this food we are aboutââ
Youâre not listening. Youâre distracted by the jolt of electricity that zips through your entire body when you put your hand in Joelâs. His hand dwarfs yours and itâs rough and calloused, but somehow itâs the most gentle, soothing touch. Heat prickles at your face and neck when you feel him sweep his thumb across the back of your handâyou open your eyes and glance over at him, wondering if that had just been an accident. Youâre convinced it was, until he does it again, running his finger over each knuckle one at a time. Slowly, like heâs savoring the touch.
Biting your lip, you give his hand a gentle squeeze.
His head is bowed and his eyes are still closed, but a faint smile tugs lightly at the corner of his mouth and he firmly squeezes your hand back. Thereâs an unmistakable desire thatâs already burning deep in your lower belly, a flame you canât extinguish even when the angel on your shoulder reminds you that not only is Joel Miller twice your fucking age, he is also your fatherâs best friend. His best friend.
ââŠthrough Christ our Lord. Amen.â
âAmen,â your relatives chime together in unison.
You force out the declaration. âAmen.â
âAmen,â Joel murmurs, opening his eyes. He turns to you and his gaze flits to your hand in his and for a moment, it almost seems like he doesnât want to let it go. It feels like Joel doesnât want to let it goâand he doesnât. He doesnât let it go until the sound of your fatherâs loud, booming voice announcing it is time for him to carve the bird startles the two of you apart. Clearing his throat lightly, Joel turns his attention forward and reaches for his cabernet. He gulps down half his glass in one easy swallow.
Dinnerâs fairly uneventful.
You eat in complete silence, as does Joel.
Part of you wonders if itâs because youâre sitting in between him and your father, the only person that heâs most comfortable conversing with. Assuming this is the case, youâre just about to ask him if heâd like to trade places when he turns to you and says, âYour dad told me you went to school in Chicago.â
Heâs just being friendly, you remind yourself when your heart starts to flutter wildly at the notion that he wants to talk to you. Heâs friendly. Thatâs all. It doesnât mean anything.
âYeah. I did.â You pick up your glass of wine, taking a sip hoping itâll ease the nerves. âI graduated over the summer and took a teaching job out there.â
âYou became a teacher?â
âYeah. I teach kindergarten.â You smile proudly.
âCan you believe that, Joel?â Your father lets out a scoff and shakes his head. âI spent thousands and thousands of dollars to send her to school. All that money and for what? For her to learn how to teach little ankle biters how to color inside the lines?â He rolls his eyes and gestures to your two brothers on the opposite side of the table. âNow my boys, they are smart. Chose good careers to pursue. Brandon starts applying to medical school in the spring. Oh and Matthew? He got early acceptance to Yale. He plans on studying law.â He shifts his attention over to you once more and shrugs. âNot too sure where I went wrong with this one.â
You stare at him in complete and utter disbelief.
âDad.â
Chortling, he waves a dismissive hand. âOh, come on, honey. Iâm just kidding around. You know that I donât mean it.â He then reaches out, pinching your cheek roughly. âDonât be so sensitive,â he tells you before turning his attention back to his plate.
But he does mean it.
His comments hurt, and you hate that they hurt.
Joel nudges your arm with his. âYâknow somethinâ, it takes someone real special to become a teacher, âspecially to kids that age,â he states in a matter of fact tone. âSomeone whoâs real sweet and patient, someone real smart too. Someone just like you.â
Warmth radiates through your entire body. Itâs not just his words, but itâs the sincerity behind them.
You shoot him a small, grateful smile.
The two of you wind up talking to one another.
Joelâs moving his contracting business, bringing it back to Austin from Phoenix to run it with Tommy, his younger brother who you vaguely remembered meeting a time or two in the past. He mentions his daughter here and there, but doesnât bring Connie up onceâperhaps itâs too painful for him? Itâs hard to tell. He seems to be in good spirits and truth be told, it doesnât appear heâs mourning his marriage; but itâs difficult to believe heâs not missing her, the woman heâd spent three decades of his life with. It shouldnât even matter to you whether heâs missing his ex-wife or not, if there are residual feelings still lingering around. But it does matter and you donât know why. Or maybe you do know why, but youâre too ashamed to admit it.
âDo you like Chicago?â Joel questions, curiously.
Shrugging, you respond, âYeah. Itâs a cool city.â
âYou plan on stayinâ out there permanently?â
âIâm not too sure,â you admit. âItâs too expensive. I donât want to live with a roommate forever. Unless teachers start getting paid more, I donât think that Iâll ever be able to afford to live alone in Chicago.â
Joel seems hesitant about his next query. âDo you ever think âbout cominâ back to Austin at all?â
Suddenly, youâre not too sure about that either.
Youâve been itching to go back and get as far from Austin, Texas as possible, but now, it means being far from Joel Miller. Thereâs a deep, sinking feeling inside of your chest at the thought.
Realizing heâs still waiting for a response, you have no choice but to tell him the truth. âI donât think Iâll ever come back here, to be honest. Not to stay.â
âOh. I see.â He sounds disappointed. âAre youâdo you plan on visitinâ home again for Christmas?â
âI do. Iâll be here for Christmas and New Yearâs.â
Heâs being friendly. Heâs being friendly. Heâsâ
âItâd be real nice to see you again then.â Flushing a deep shade of red, subtle regret flashes across his features, as if heâd said it without thinking. Picking up his glass, he drains the rest of his wine and you can swear heâs nervous. About what heâd just said, and about whether or not your parents, who are in such close proximity, had overheard him. Because what business did he have in telling their daughter it would be nice to see her again?
Theyâre both much too preoccupied. Your father is attempting to be slick checking his text messages underneath the table and you can tell by the smirk on his face that itâs one of his secretaries. Heâs got a penchant for perky blondes in tight pencil skirts. Your mother is well aware of this. She is also aware heâs on his phone, but she turns a blind eye just as she always does and distracts herself by being the perfect hostess.
Feeling foolishly courageous, you turn back to him and nod, heart pounding against your sternum. âIt would. Itâd be very nice, actually.â
Relieved, he nods and murmurs quietly, âWeâll talk âbout it later, then. That okay, darlinâ?â
Not wanting to seem too eager, you nod again and turn away from him, teeth sinking into your lip in a futile attempt to hide the giddiness in your smileâbut the soft chuckle Joel elicits under his breath is a clear indication that itâs useless.
He knows how heâs making you feel. He likes it.
Your mother returns from the kitchen carrying two baskets of fresh crescent rolls, one for each end of the table. She sets one of them down right in front of you and you reach out to take one when a voice, one that sounds as awful as nails scraping down a chalkboard, remarks loudly, âShould you be eating so much bread, dear?â Ines, whoâs sitting a couple chairs down, next to your grandmother, looks over at you and raises an eyebrow. Thereâs a smug little smile on her face, almost as if she were daring you to run your mouth like youâd done last year.
For as much as it pains you, you make your choice and decide not to take the bait. You pull your hand out of the basket of rolls and pick up your glass of wine instead, chugging it down like itâs water.
Frowning, Joel picks up the basket and takes a roll that you assume is for himself, but itâs not. Putting it on your plate, he shoots her a frigid glare. âDonât you listen to her.â He says it loud enough for her to hear him. âYou just enjoy yourself, alright?â
Your aunt bats her eyes, innocently. âWell, Iâm just saying. If my skirt was that tight on me, I would be thinking twice about what goes into my mouth.â
Hushed laughter sweeps across the entire table.
âAre you fucking kidding me right now?â You slam your empty glass down so hard onto the table that the entire dining room goes completely silent. The little ones at the childrenâs table stare with big and wide eyes, mouths full of food hung open because a grown up had just used a naughty word.
Your mother says your name warningly. âDonât you start,â she hisses, shaking her head. âBe quiet.â
Angrily, you round on her. âSeriously? Youâre going to let her say that to me? You donât care that sheâs making comments about my weight?â You almost laugh. Of course doesnât care, she has never cared and she never will. âIâm your daughter! Would it kill you to defend me for once in your fucking life?â
âShut your mouth!â Your father stands up, shoving a threatening finger into your face, so close the tip of it almost touches the tip of your nose. He hasnât put his hands on you since you were nine, but heâs as drunk as he is angry, and you find yourself back in the shoes of the little girl who would curl up into a ball in the corner of her room as she begged and pleaded for him not to hurt her. âYou hear me?â
Joel stands and walks around your chair. Placing a hand on your fatherâs chest, he mutters, âHey now letâs take a step back from her, alright?â He guides him back down into his chair. âAinât gotta be in her face like that, Will.â
âIâm sick and tired of her ruining everythingâcanât get through one dinner without her screwing it up! Always has to run that fucking mouth of hers! She still acts like a goddamn fucking childââ
You canât bear to sit there and hear another insult.
Fighting back the hot tears that are threatening to spill over, you quickly stand up and rush out of the dining room. You make a beeline for the front door and step outside onto the porch. Itâs about sixty or so degrees in Austin and the cold nips at your bare legs, but thatâs the least of your worries. Without a place to go, you descend the porch steps and find yourself walking towards the swing thatâs hanging from the old bur oak tree in the front yard. You had asked your father for a swing when you were three years oldâit wasnât until your brothers asked for a swing a couple years later that heâd hung one up.
You sit down, hands curling around the rope thatâs so old and weathered itâs beginning to fray slightly but not so much so that youâre concerned about it snapping. Youâre so busy trying to keep it together that you donât notice the sound of crisp, autumnal leaves crunching under a pair of boots behind you. A hand gingerly touches your shoulder. You let out a startled gasp and glance over to see itâs Joel.
âHey there, darlinâ,â he says, gently.
You stare at him in surprise.
âWhat are you doing out here?â
âNeeded to make sure youâre okay.â
âIâm fine,â you grit the lie through your teeth.
Joelâs expression softens. âYou ainât gotta pretend with me, sweetheart.â
His concern is genuine. Itâs real.
You donât quite know how to handle it. Accept it.
âIt got real ugly in there, âspecially with your dad.â
Tears prickle at your eyes all over again. âFuck, Iâm sorry, Joel. Iâm so sorry.â
âSorry?â Baffled, Joel walks around the swing and a minor labored grunt escapes him as he squats in front of you. âThereâs a few people who need to be apologizinâ for what happened, but darlinâ you sure as fuckinâ hell ainât one of them.â
Itâs odd. Feels foreign, even.
Youâre not used to someone being on your sideâit prompts more tears to spring forward and despite your best efforts to fight them off, itâs useless. You manage to whisper his name. Itâs a feeble warning, one thatâs telling him to go back inside before heâs caught in the torrential downpour of emotions you are mere seconds away from unleashing on him.
But he doesnât budge. He waits. Joel knows youâre about to break and heâs ready to catch the pieces.
Finally, a tear slips and rolls down your cheek, only to be followed by another and then another. Youâre holding onto the swing for dear life now, emotions that youâve been holding in for your whole life now coming to the surface. The rope digs painfully into the palms of your hands. He reaches out and curls his fingers lightly around your wrists.
âSâokay to let go,â Joel encourages you and youâre certain heâs not just referring to the swing. âListen to me, darlinâ girl. I ainât gonna let you fall, alright? Iâm right here to catch you. You can let go. Iâve got you, okay?â
You allow Joel to take your hands off the rope and he guides them around his shoulders as you begin to crumble. Leaning forward slightly off the swing, you wrap you arms around him and bury your face into his neck. âJoel,â you choke out his name as he wraps his own arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him.
He feels like stability.
He feels like security.
He feels like safety.
Your entire body shudders as you cry, cry, cry.
âSâalright, sweet girl. Iâve got you. Iâve got you.â
He repeats his reassurance over and over again.
He wants you to believe it.
And you do believe it.
Joelâs as patient as can be. Itâs growing colder and his knees are begging for a change of positon, but couldnât care less about the discomfort. He rubs a soothing circle into your back and waits until there is nothing left except little hiccups and sniffles.
âShit,â you mumble when you pull back and notice youâd left behind a wet spot on his shirt along with light traces of mascara. You wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. âI ruined your shirt.â
âSâokay. Nothinâ the dry cleaners canât take care of for me.â Joel chuckles and lets go of you. âYou feel a little better now, darlinâ?â
âI do.â You glance over your shoulder at the house, then exhale a sigh and turn back to him, admitting quietly, âI donât want to go back in there, though.â
He rises to his feet and pulls out a set of keys from the pocket of his black jeans. âWell, yâdont have to go back in there,â he states. âIs there somewhere I can take you? Friendâs house, maybe?â
âMy best friend Megan went to Puerto Vallarta for Thanksgiving. Most of my other friends left Austin like I did,â you explain, sighing again. âAnyone who didnât leave is spending their time with their family tonight and I donât want to bother them.â
Joel hums, mulling it over in his mind. âWell, donât know how comfortable youâll be with the idea, but my place ainât all too far from here. Ten minutes or so. Less if thereâs no one out on the roads.â
âJoel, thatâs so nice of you to offer, but Iâve already ruined your dinner tonight. The last thing I want to do is put you out even more,â you say, sheepishly.
âSweetheart, you didnât ruin a fuckinâ thing for me tonight. And you wouldnât be puttinâ me out at all,â he promises. âSâgettinâ late and truth be told, I just wanna get you somewhere warm.â Holding out his free hand, he adds, âAnd comfortable.â
âBut Joelââ
âI can be real stubborn too, yâknow,â he teases you with a playful grin. âWeâll be out here all night long freezinâ our fuckinâ asses off.â
He isnât going to take no for an answer.
âOkay,â you relent, accepting the offer.
You place your hand in his and he helps you off the swing. He doesnât let it go as he leads the way to a sleek, black Dodge Ram thatâs parked behind your grandfatherâs silver Mercedes. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it. âSorry, sweet girl. Itâs a bit of a trip up into the seat,â he remarks, chuckling as he opens the passenger side door for you. He gives you a boost into the truck; the scent of new leather is mixed with that of his cologne. It is all man and couldnât be sexier. âGood up there?â
âYeah, Iâm good.â
Joel closes the door and hurriedly walks around to the driverâs side of the pickup, climbing up into his seat with ease. âSeatbelt,â he tells you as he sticks the key into the ignition. The first thing he does as soon as the engine roars to life is turn on your seat warmer. He switches on the heater as well, waiting a minute before asking, âYou warm enough?â
âI am. Thank you, Joel.â
ââCourse.â He nods and pulls away from the curb.
As Joelâs driving you further and further from your parentsâ house, all you feel is sweet relief.
âMâsorry the place is such a mess.â
Joel leads you into his living room and touches his hand to the back of his neck, embarrassed.
Amused, you raise an eyebrow at him and say, âIâd hardly call cardboard boxes stacked neatly over on one side of the room a mess, Joel.â You take a look around his townhouseâmost of his furnitureâs still wrapped up in plastic, except for the black leather couch and the rustic, acacia wood coffee table. He has a flat screen mounted over the brick fireplace; heâs been sleeping on the couch, or at least, thatâs what the pillow and Texas Longhorns fleece throw tells you. You turn to him. âIf you want to see a real mess, you should see my apartment in Chicago.â
You watch him as he takes off his glasses and puts them down on the coffee table.
âSâit pretty bad?â
âMy roommateâs a kindergarten teacher too. Youâd be surprised at how many popsicle sticks two girls in their twenties can end up bringing home. Not to mention all the glitter.â
âIf youâre tryinâ to make me feel better, itâs workinâ like a charm.â Joel picks up his blanket and drapes it over the armchair adjacent to the couch. âGo on and make yourself comfortable, darlinâ. You thirsty at all? Iâve got water or I can make coffee. Also got a pack of beer in the fridge,â he adds, jokingly.
âWhat kind of beer?â you ask curiously as you sink down onto the couch.
He seems pleasantly surprised by your interest.
âLone Star.â
âIâll have one. If itâs not too much trouble.â
ââCourse itâs not too much trouble. Not at all.â
Itâs hard not to stare as he walks away towards the kitchen. Your thighs clench togetherâhis back, his shoulders, those unkempt salt and pepper curls of his that tuft at the nape of his neck right above his collarâthis man is the epitome of utter perfection. Your mind wanders and you canât help imagine the way your legs would look thrown over those broad shoulders. How his large hands would feel on your plush skin as they wrap around your thighs to hold them in place against his chest while he fucks yâ
âHere you go, darlinâ.â
Joelâs deep voice shatters your train of thought.
Heâs standing beside you, holding out the bottle of beer, which heâd uncapped along with his own.
Blood rushes to your cheeks. âThank you,â you say as you accept the beer from him, trying not to lose the sliver of composure that youâre holding ontoâit wavers when your fingers accidentally brush his.
âSâit too cold in here for you?â he asks. âI normally keep the thermostat pretty low.â
âItâs a little cold,â you admit. âBut itâs not a probââ
Itâs too late. Joel walks over to the fireplace and he manages to strike a match and light it with just his free hand. After tossing in a couple logs, he makes his way back over to the couch and he takes a seat beside you. âThat a bit better, sweetheart?â
âYou didnât have to do that.â
He shrugs. âYou said it was cold.â
He takes a long, generous swig of the golden lager before setting the bottle down on one of the green ceramic coasters on the coffee table. He sits back; an arm stretches out over the back of the couch in a casual manner and his legs spread open causing your thighs to clench together once more.
âYou feelinâ alright?â
âHuh?â You then realize he is referring to what had happened at dinner. âOh. Um. Yeah, Iâm alright.â
Joel peers at you, his concern evident, clear in the depths of his dark brown eyes. âYou sure?â
âNo. Not really,â you confess, tracing the mouth of your bottle with your index finger. âBut Iâll get over it. I donât have a choice but to get over it.â Another lump starts forming in the back of your throat and you swallow it, quickly chasing it down with a gulp of beer.
âMâguessinâ your familyâs got somethinâ to do with why you decided to leave Austin?â
âBingo,â you deadpan. âI was so sick and tired of it all. How I was talked to, how I was treated. Like Iâm such a fucking disappointment.â
He frowns. âYouâre not a disappointment, though.â
âMy parents think Iâm a disappointment. My dadâs never told me heâs proud of me, Joel. Nothing I do, nothing I have ever done is good enough for either of them, but especially not for him.â There is a dull ache that settles in your heart and all you can do is silently will yourself not to breakdown again, not in front of him, at least. You sigh. âDo you know what itâs like, not feeling good enough for someone that is supposed to love you no matter what? Someone whoâs supposed to love you unconditionally?â
Joel knows itâs a rhetorical question, he knows itâs not something youâre expecting him to answer.
But he does answer, because he does know.
âI do, actually. I know all too well what it feels like.â
He looks down at his left hand, which is resting on his thigh and you do too. Your eyes flicker over the fading tanline on his fingerâwhere he once wore a wedding band. You donât even think twice about it and reach over, sweeping your own finger over the patch of pale skin. Without missing a beat, you tell him, âYouâre good enough, Joel.â
He canât help but laugh a little. âSheâd disagree.â
âSheâs wrong.â
âYou donât know what happened.â
âI donât have to know what happened.â
âThat ainât how it works, sweetheart.â
Stubbornly, you lift your chin. âI donât care.â
Joel laughs. âYâthink you know me, darlinâ? Yâthink you know what kinda man I am? Hm?â
âI do know.â You place your hand on top of his and his jaw clenches. âYouâre a good man, Joel Miller. I know that youâre a good man.â
âYou couldnât be more wrong âbout that.â Thereâs a brief pause and he hesitates before confessing, âA good man wouldnât be sittinâ here just fuckinâ dyinâ to kiss his best friendâs daughter.â
You freeze and grip your bottle so tight, you would not be the slightest bit surprised if it shatters right in your hand. âYouâyou want to kiss me?â
âSince the moment you opened up that front door and said hello to me.â Joel shakes his head. âSânot right.â Heâs riddled with guilt, with shame. He pulls his hand out from under yours. âI ainât a good man at all. Youâre half my fuckinâ age and I shouldnâtââ
You cut him off, softly uttering his name. âJoel?â
âYeah?â His voice sounds hoarse. Strained.
âCan youâwill you kiss me? Please?â
You need more than just his kiss, so much more.
You need him to unravel you in every way possible, but beggars canât be choosers and if one kiss was all youâll get tonight, then youâll fucking take it.
Joel swallows dryly. âThat really what you want?â
His eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to meet your sweet, innocent gaze.
âYes,â you breathe in reply. âPlease. Kiss me.â
He leans in, and thereâs brief hesitation on his part and he stops mere centimeters from your face, his nose lightly brushing against yours. âWe shouldnât be doinâ this.â His warm breath fans over your lips; theyâre parted, eager to meet his own. âI shouldnât let this happen. IâI should take you back home to your family before I do somethinâ real stupid.â
Your heart sinks. âThat really what you want?â you parrot his own question back to him and hold your breath, knowing thereâs a chance his answer could be the answer that you donât want to hear, the one that could end up crushing you.
Joel lifts his hand, cupping the side of your face in his palm. ââCourse itâs not what I want.â His thumb strokes your cheek, his dark eyes taking in each of your features. Heâs studying, memorizing them, as if heâll never get another chance to be this close to you again. With the line heâs about to cross, youâre both about to cross, that just might be the case.
The tension seeps through your skin and into your bones.
You exhale shakily. âThen just kiss me already.â
He moves his hand and gently curls it around your chin, holding you steady as he leans further in and closes the gap of space in between you. He moves slowly and heâs gentleâtoo gentle. You want to tell him youâre not made of porcelain, but youâre much too preoccupied with how Joelâs mouth feels, how perfectly it molds against yours. He delicately nips your bottom lip with his teeth. Itâs a silent request.
He wants more, more, more. Your lips part for him, granting him the access heâs seeking. Joel doesnât waste a single moment and he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue, eliciting a whimper from you. Without breaking contact, he takes your beer and somehow he manages to lean over to set it down on the coffee table without dropping it. He then pushes you back into the couch and the next thing you know, youâre lying on your back and heâs settled in between your legs, using one of his arms to keep himself propped up, while the other wraps itself in your hair. Your own hands clutch at fistfuls of his shirt, fingers gripping the fabric so tight, the skin over your knuckles stretches painfully thin.
You whimper out again, the noise prompting a low growl to rumble through his chestâsuddenly, heâs not being so gentle. He isnât being rough. But he is hungry, heâs possessive, and heâs letting it show in the way heâs swelling your lips with his kisses, how his fingers are gripping the hair at the base of your neck as he firmly tilts your head backwards to give himself better access to your mouth.
Your mind is racing, and yet, you canât think at all.
Itâs not until his hips buck into you and you feel his bulge through his jeans against you that you break away from him. âJoel,â you gasp his out name. You grip his shirt even harder, chest heaving as you try to catch a much needed breath of air. You can feel the arousal pooling between your legs. The flames burning in the fireplace are nothing in comparison to the ones that are burning deep in your belly.
âFuck,â he curses, pulling back. âMâsorryââ
The last thing you want is for him to be sorry.
âNo! Please donât be sorry,â you rasp, gazing up at him. Your eyes are glazed over with a lust you have never felt for another man before. âI want this, you know I want thisâdonât you?â
Joel sighs, brushing a soft kiss to your temple. You wish he could take a peek into your mind, see how badly you want to be wrapped up in his armsâyou want to get lost in his embrace, feel him all around you, inside you. You want him to write his name on your bare skin with his tongue, whisper his secrets into the spot where youâre aching for him most.
He sighs again and lightly shakes his head.
âBaby, yâneed to think real hard âbout thisââ
âI want this,â you repeat yourself. âI want you.â
Relaxing the death grip you have on his shirt, your hands release the fabric and move to the buttons. Your fingers tremble slightly as you undo each one of them; after an embarrassing fumble or two, you manage to get them all and push Joelâs shirt off of his shoulders. He sucks in a quick, sharp breath as your greedy hands begin roaming, exploring every inch of smooth, tan skin on his upper body.
Your touch erases all the uncertainty heâs feeling.
âWanna feel you too, baby.â Joel takes the hem of your sweater and gestures for you to sit up slightly so he can pull it over your head. Carelessly tossing it somewhere behind him, he glances down, blood rushing to his cock as he takes in the sight of your supple curves clad in sweet, delicate white lace. âChrist, you look so fuckinâ soft.â
He doesnât even realize heâs saying it out loud, not until he catches the flirtatious little grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You sit up slightly once again and reach behind you to unhook the lingerie and take it off, adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the hardwood floor. Licking his lips, he meets your gaze for just a moment before dipping his head down, wrapping them around one of your hardened nipples. âJoel,â you mewl his name as he flicks the pebbled flesh with his tongue.
Joel releases it with a lewd, wet pop and he tosses you a smirk before he moves to the other to give it the same attention. Heâs a biter, you find out as he takes it between his teeth, nipping over and over.
Your throbbing center clenches around nothing.
âJoel, please. I need youâI fucking need you.â
He tears away from your nipple. âWhere, baby?â
You open your mouth to answer him, but your own gasp cuts you off as he starts trailing his lips down the length of your body until he comes to a stop at the waistband of your skirt. One of his hands finds the zipper on the side and he looks up at you, as if asking for permission. Desperate, you nod. Pulling the zipper down, he slides the skirt, along with the pair of lace white panties youâre wearing off of you and discards them, leaving you completely naked.
Your insecurities begin to trickle in, but Joelâs able to halt them right in their tracks.
âYouâre too fuckinâ beautiful, sweetheart,â he says, his reassurance calming your nerves instantly. âSo beautiful. So beautiful and so fuckinâ perfect.â
You watch as he makes himself comfortableâwell as comfortable as he canâin between your legs. He shoots you a sheepish look.
âKnew I shouldâa put the damn bed together. But I been puttinâ it off and puttinâ it off all week long.â
You giggle breathlessly. âWho needs a bed?â
Chuckling, Joel feathers a kiss on your inner thigh.
Your smile is all but slapped right off of your face.
âJoel.â
Any traces of humor vanish. Youâre both reminded of the next wall thatâs about to be broken, the next line thatâs about to be crossed.
He looks down and groans. âSuch a pretty, perfect little pussy,â he remarks, his voice low, husky. âBet sheâs nice and wet for me, ainât she baby?â He lifts his hand and drags the tip of his finger up your slit slowly, your slick coating his digit. He smirks up at you. âOh, sheâs fuckinâ soakinâ, sweet girl. Sâthis all for me?â
Foreplay wasnât in the vocabulary of guys your age and while part of you wishes Joel would hurry, you also find yourself enjoying the fact that heâs taking his time, teasing youâmaking you really want it to the point where youâre willing to fucking plead him for it. Joel Millerâs the only man youâd ever beg for.
He skims your other thigh with his nose and kisses it just like heâd done with the other. âTell me darlinâ sâthis where you need me? Right here?â
Frantically, you nod your head.
âWords, honey. Gotta use your words for me.â
âYes!â you choke out. âThatâs where I need you. So bad. Need you so fucking bad. Please Daddyââ
You freeze and momentarily, he does too. Truth be told, you wouldnât really blame him if he just stood up, gathered your clothes and tossed them at you, demanding you put them back on and leave.
Joel raises an eyebrow. âDaddy, huh?â
Your face is on fire. âIâit slipped,â you stammer. âI didnât mean to call youâIâm so sorry, Joel. Iâm not even sure where that came from. Iâve neverââ
Youâre on the verge of panicking, then notice there is a certain glimmer in his eyes and realize he liked it when youâd called him that. Youâre taken aback.
He fucking likes being called Daddy.
âSweetheart, there ainât nothinâ to be sorry âbout. I promise. You can call me that. But on a condition.â
You stare at him, no idea what the condition could possibly be.
âAinât allowed to call anyone else that. Ever.â There is a possessiveness in his tone and it nearly makes you come on the spot. âThat understood?â
You nod obediently. âYes.â
âYes what?â he prompts.
âYes, Daddy.â
âGood. Thatâs a real good girl, honey.â
For a split second, you canât breathe.
This man will surely be the death of you.
Joel plants one final kiss, this one on your mound.
âPlease,â you whimper, the heat in your lower belly growing and fizzling out to the rest of your body at the feeling of his breath over your aching core.
âPlease what?â he murmurs into the sensitive skin as his arms curl around your legs. âTell Daddyâtell Daddy what you need baby, so he can take care of you.â
âYour mouth,â you beg him, desperation mounting with each passing second. Your hips buck upward; his biceps flex as he tightens his arms around your thighs, pinning you down in place. âYour mouthâI need your mouth. Please.â
Joel moves his head to the junction of your thighs, his mouth hovering right over where you needed it the most. He looks up at you with hunger, like heâs a ravenous, starved man who hasnât had a thing to eat in days. âWhat a good girl,â he praises, dipping his head even lower. His mouth waters at the sight of your glistening folds. âBet you taste as delicious as you fuckinâ look, donât you, pretty girl?â
He flattens his tongue and glides it up your slit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he gets his first taste. You gasp out when it grazes your swollen, aroused clit and your head falls back onto the couch. âOh fuck,â you whine, reaching for his hair. You weave your hands through his graying locks and pull his face closer. Another swipe of his tongue causes your back to arch up off the leather and the edges of your vision to blur.
He pulls an arm from around your legs and drags a finger down your drenched entrance, lips securing themselves around your clit. His gaze stays locked on you as he pushes his long, thick digit into youâyou feel him smirk as he curls it upwards, pressing the pad of his finger firmly against the soft spongy spot inside you, making you see stars. Joel slips in a second finger and curls it along with the other to double the pleasure. He begins thrusting his digits in and out of your warm cunt, eliciting what had to be the sweetest sounds that heâd ever heard in his entire life from you. He combines it with with slow, firm, and precise stokes of his tongue on your clit.
âFuck, yes, just like that,â you encourage him, your loud, breathy moans bouncing off the bare, freshly painted walls of his house. âYes Daddy, fuckâfeels so fucking good, please donât fucking stopââ
Itâs not like you have to tell him what to do.
Joel knows exactly what heâs doing, and he knows it too. He listens to every single one of your moans and feels every single buck of your hips. He is sure to pay extra attention to when your hands pull and tug at his curls; he remembers what combinations of licking, sucking, and fucking make you squeeze your plush thighs tighter around his head; reminds himself of which technique brings your body off of the couch, what makes your toes curl. Joelâs quick to learn your bodyâs cues, each and every last one. He already knows when to give you more, when to give you lessâwhen he needs speed up, when it is time to slow it all down.
You sing his name over and over again, pressure of an orgasm already building between your hips. His tongue swirls around your sensitive little bundle of nerves as his fingers pump in and out of your cunt and you glance down. You almost choke when you catch a tiny glimpse of the muscles in his forearm, the way they flex underneath his skin with each of his movements as heâs fucking you. Your gaze flits to his face. His own eyes are fixed intently on you.
Youâre milliseconds away from release.
âJoel, Iâm so fucking close. Iâm gonna comeââ
His arm squeezes your thigh in encouragement.
One last, broad stroke of Joelâs tongue on your clit sends an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing over you. Strangled cries tear themselves from the back of your throat as your velvet walls flutter and convulse, squeezing his fingers. Joel, whoâs face is still half buried in your pussy, takes it upon himself to help you ride through the high. He peppers soft, delicate kisses onto your swollen clit as his fingers continue to slide in and out of you slowly. He waits patiently until your loud cries dissolve into nothing but breathless little whimpers before he crawls up, positioning himself on top of you, a hand on either side of your head. His beard and mustache glisten with a mixture of saliva and slickâand somehow it it ignites another fire and youâre ready for more, so much more.
âSweet girl,â Joel murmurs. Leaning down, his lips meet yours and you taste yourself on his tongue
You place a hand on his chest, right over his heart, which beats strong and steady against your palm.
You start dragging your hand down his chest, your fingernails raking over his skin. It travels lower and lower, gliding over the softness of his stomach. He tenses when you brush the waistband of his jeans.
Tearing away from you, he grits out, âBaby. No.â
You immediately snatch your hand away from him.
âYou changed your mind?â you question, stomach sinking at the thought of it being over already.
Youâre just so fucking greedy for this man.
He offers reassuranceâand an explanation.
âNo, that ainât it at all. Sâjustââ Joel pauses briefly and flushes a shade of red. âSâjust that, well, I ainât got condoms on me, darlinâ.â
Relieved, you assure him, âItâs okay. Iâm clean.â
âMe too. But that ainât what Iâm worried about,â he admits, his face going from red to maroon.
You smile, finding his embarrassment endearing.
âIâm on birth control.â
Joel clenches his hands into fists. His cock strains against his zipper at the thought of itâtaking your cunt bare. âYâsure you want this?â He rasps out. âI need you to be a hundred percent sure âbout it.â
âIâm a thousand percent sure, Joel. I fucking need it. More than anything Iâve ever needed in my life.â
Thatâs all he needed to hear.
Joel stands up, his gaze never leaving your own as he kicks off his black leather boots. You sit up, and it takes every ounce of strength you have in you to remain composed as he unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans and pushes them down his legs. You bite down on your bottom lip and try not to stare at his bulge like itâs your first time ever seeing a dick, but if heâs as big as he looks in his boxer briefs, maybe this would end up being a lot more than what your body could handle.
He hooks his thumbs underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and slides them off, allowing his thick, hard cock to spring free from its confinement.
You swallow harshly. Heâs fucking massive.
âLike what you see, sweetheart?â Joel chuckles at the expression on your face as he kicks aside all of his clothes. His length rests on his lower abdomen and precome smears the skin there. Wrapping one of his hands around it, he gives it a couple strokes, just a hint of relief until you come into play. âHm?â
Licking your lips, you nod and stand up. You take a couple of wobbling step towards himâJoelâs cock hasnât been anywhere near you and youâre already fucking walking side to side. âCome here,â you say to him, taking both his hands in your own. You pull him back to the couch and gently guide him down into a sitting position. Swinging your leg over both of his, you straddle his lap. You gingerly place your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh softly when you feel him brush against your pussy; the contact makes you both moan in unsion. âThis okay?â you ask him, breathily. You canât be sure as to why youâre suddenly feeling a bit shy, like youâre not planning to ride his fucking soul out of him.
âMore than okay.â Joel brushes your hair over your shoulder and then drags his hand down the length of your body, committing to his memory every one of your curves. âGonna be a real good girl and ride my cock, baby?â
You gift him with a cheeky grin. âYes, Daddy.â
The shyness begins to dissipate and you dive your hand between your bodies, wrapping it around his cock, causing his breath to catch in his throat. You lift yourself slightly off his lap, teasingly gliding the head of his cock down your drenched slit, then up, letting it graze over your clit, which is still senstive to the touch thanks to his lips and tongue.
Joelâs hands find their way around you, running up the curve of your spine. âWasnât aware that my girl was such a little fuckinâ tease,â he remarks in a low tone. He slides his hands back down and his large, warm palms cup your ass, fingers kneading flesh.
âYour girl?â you repeat, your heart skipping a beat, stomach fluttering at the idea of being his. âIs that what I am to you, Joel? Your girl?â
âSâthat what you want, honey?â Joel whispers, his eyes finding your own, two hopeful gazes meeting in the deepest, most intimate moment that youâve shared all evening. âYâwanna be my girl?â
Leaning forward, your reply is preceded by kiss, so soft and so sweet his heart swells inside his chest.
âI do,â you mumble against his lips. âI really do.â
Still gripping your ass, Joel eases you up and lines himself up at your entrance. He bucks his hips and slides the head of his cock past your folds and into your heat. âBreathe, baby,â he whispers, his hands moving to your hips, thumbs grazing your skin. He slowly guides you further down his shaft, grunting as you sink down, taking him inch by inch. âChrist, youâre so goddamn fuckinâ tightââ
The initial stretch is almost too much for you. Your nails sink deeper into his shoulders as he pulls you down further down onto him. âJoel,â you whimper, biting back a loud cry. Youâre fully seated, his cock completely sheathed inside you, his head pressing against your cervix. Youâre so full of him.
One of his hands abandons your hip and slips over your lower belly.
âThis where youâre feelinâ me, pretty girl?â he coos gently. âThis where you feel Daddyâs cock? In your belly?â
âYes,â you sigh out contentedly. âFeels so good.â
You lift yourself off of him, then slide back down in a slow, languid motion.
Joelâs head falls back onto the couch. âChrist.â He mutters the word, his chest heaving. Staring up at the ceiling, he takes a moment to catch his breath and silently wills himself not to explode. Once heâs managed to somewhat compose himself, he looks at you again, pupils blown so wide you canât find a single trace of brown. âGo on, then,â he rasps. âGo on, sweetheart.â
The living room fills with the sounds of low moans and panting breaths as you move, alternating your maneuvers between rocking and bouncing on him in a frenzied, fast paced rhythm. The friction of his pelvis each time you grind into it winds up the coil between your hips and suddenly youâre desperate, so pathetically desperate for another release.
âYeah, thatâs it baby,â Joel encourages, feeling the beginning of his own climax building quickâmuch too quick for his liking. âJusâ like that, honey. What a good girl you are for me, so fuckinâ good for me. Just like I fuckinâ knew you would be.â
âFuck,â you whine. âYou feel so good, Daddy. Feel so fucking good inside meââ
Leaning back, you firmly plant both your hands on his thighs and arch your body, head falling back as you pick up the pace. The burning fire casts a soft, orange glow around you and his jaw falls slack. His eyes drink in every single fucking thing about you, watch you with an adoration that, for the first time in your whole life, makes you feel wanted. Actually wanted.
âJoel,â you whisper his name over and over. Youâre both beginning to lose track of where you end and he begins. You can hardly hear the praises that are spilling from his plush lips over the squelching wet sounds of your cunt sliding up and down his cock. Thereâs no chance to warn himâyour mouth parts in a silent scream as you come undone on him.
âMâso fuckinâ close,â Joel grunts. He feels his cock twitch as your pussy grips him like a vice. âWhere? Where do you want it, pretty girl?â
âInside me. Please, I need you to come inside me,â you plead him, the innocent tone of your voice the last thing to push him over the edge heâs teetering on. âFill me up, Daddyâplease, want every drop of you inside meââ
Joel reaches for your arms and yanks you forward, into him. Throwing them around his neck, his own arms wrap around you and roughly slam you down onto him, holding you firmly in place. He bucks his hips upwards, balls tightening, his cock pulsing as he comes. Strings of hissed curse words and deep gutteral groans muffle when he drops his face into your collarbone. Still holding you in place, he spills his load into you, his seed filling you to the brim.
He sags back against the couch and pulls you with him. Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he lets himself stay buried inside of you, the primal in him relishing the heavenly feeling of his come dripping messily out of your pussy and all over his thighs.
âYou alright, sweetheart?â he asks after a minute.
âMâperfect,â you mumble against his chest. Youâre not sure if itâs because youâre coming down from a high or if itâs because heâs tracing patterns on your shoulder blade with his finger, but you shiver in his arms.
âLet me get the blanketââ
Joel starts to move to get up, but you stop him.
âNo, please donât,â you say, pushing him back. You put all of your weight onto him, as if he canât move you off to the side if he really wanted to. âIâI want you inside me for a little while longer. Please.â
âBut baby, youâre coldââ
You donât bother explaining to him that youâre not.
âJust hold me. Please.â
And thatâs exactly what he does.
Snuggling into him, you close your eyes and Joelâs hand strokes at your hair. Between that, the thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek and the sound of the fireplace crackling behind you, youâre nearly soothed into sleep.
âJoel?â
âYeah, darlinâ?â
âI hate Thanksgiving,â you admit, smiling tiredly to yourself when you feel a laugh rumble in his chest.
âDo you, now?â
You nod. âI do. But Iâm really thankful for you.â
Giving you a gentle squeeze, Joel kisses the top of your head and murmurs, âWell, mâthankful for you too, sweet girl.â He pauses momentarily. âI ainât all too sure how Iâm sâpposed to just let you go home. I know I have to butââ
Lifting your head off of his chest, you take the side of his face and cradle it in your palm. You meet his gaze, heart sinking when you see the sadness that has replaced the lust from earlier.
He doesnât mean home to your parentsâ house. He means Chicago.
You graze his beard with your thumb. âIâm coming back in a few weeks,â you remind him, gently. âIâve only planned to spend a week out here just for the holidays, but I can visit sooner. As soon as the kids go on winter break, I can come back to Austin.â
âYouâd do that for me?â
âOf course I would, Joel. Iâm not sure how it would work what with my parents and all, though. I donât want them catching onto us.â
âCâmere.â Joel brushes your lips with his before he makes his promise. âIâll figure it out, baby. Leave it all to me and Iâll figure it out.â
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âą Spider-Man Noir BF HCâS âą
â Spider-Man Noir / GN!Reader đžïž
â SFW / NSFW
â TW : 1930âs Attitudes, The Great Depression, Injuries/Blood, Sexual Content, & Smoking.
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â Letâs set one thing straight, he is husband material.
â The moment yâall start dating is when he starts thinking of marriage. Obviously heâs from the 1930âs so he probably thinks more in terms of â I Man, I Husband â. I donât think itâs to the point of being toxic though :)
â Peter has a gun, yes a gun, that he is not afraid to use especially when it comes to you. Heâs always clutching you close to him whenever yâall go outside and keeping a close eye on the environment around him. He already lost Uncle Ben, he is NOT losing you too.
â A total gentleman : flowers, taking your coat, kissing your hand, he goes the whole nine yards.
â Itâs hard for him to just be comfortable sometimes. Experience the Great Depression and being Spider-Man has left him a nervous wreck who just canât calm down. Heâs always expecting the worse. In other words, please treat this man like heâs the best thing in the whole world, he needs it.
â A music lover who would be even more smitten if you danced with him. Heâll hum to the tune and spin you around the livingroom with this big, goofy smile on his face.
â Peter runs off of coffee, cigarettes, and adrenaline. He doesnât have the easiest line of even as a civilian and often works late into the night. Heâs always exhausted when he gets home and just wants to fall into bed beside you.
â Is pretty always big spoon. Itâs just easier since heâs more then a likely taller than you plus he likes taking on the protector role.
â A decent chef. He can definitely make a mean dinner and has learned a few tips/tricks from Aunt May.
â Patch up his wounds! Heâs a good patient who just sits there with this glint of admiration in his eyes as you clean up any blood or stitch close a deeper cut. Heâll absolutely tease you by asking if you can â kiss it better â.
â He writes sappy poetry. Itâs mostly just for kicks and giggles though he can definitely whip out something that really touches your heart. He gets flustered if you thank him for the poetry and just hides his red face behind his hat Jotaro style.
â Peter wants to eventually move away from New York to somewhere much quieter. He wants to marry you and have a big house. If you want kids thatâs more than okay with him and if you donât heâs content on settling for a dog. He absolutely loves dogs.
ïżœïżœ NSFW âą
â While not the most experienced person sexually he still knows how to have a good time.
â Peterâs libido isnât the highest and sex is more of a celebratory/occasional thing. You got a job promotion? Cool! Peter wants to bang you on the couch until the walls are white and the multiverse rips apart.
â I think Peter definitely gets aroused a lot he just doesnât act on his feelings. He doesnât exactly have time to take an hour away for some much needed love making.
â But when he does get that hour away? Oh boy howdy prepare yourself.
â I already discussed that there is more than likely a height difference and he takes that to his advantage. Itâs easy to just scoop you up no matter how heavy you are and have sex with you right against the kitchen wall.
â Like heâll rip your clothes off in the heat of the moment then promise to buy your another shirt later.
â RIDE đđ» THIS đđ» MAN đđ» - He doesnât mind just kicking back and letting you take control for a bit. He lets out the hottest noises and when youâre thighs are aching from bouncing on him? He just manually fucks you on his cock all while telling you about how nice you feel tensing around him.
â No surface in your place is safe. Kitchen counter, bed, couch .. youâve been banged on all of them.
â Wants to stuff you full of as much of his cum as possible. Heâll cum into over and over again until your stomach is bloated with his release.
â Heâs big! It can be an adjustment taking his dick and heâs fully aware of his size. Heâs always whispering encouragements to you, telling you about how good you look taking him like this. His balls are big too lmao.
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Secret Son John Constantine
Inspired by @herbatahleb's funny little fanart
As the title says The Everlasting Trio have a child and his name is John âHellblazerâ Constantine
Heâs making his parents proud
John was born of a kind of soul blood pact between the three, he got his blonde hair from Sam, his eyes from Tucker, and his overall appearance is a mix of the three of them
John grew up to follow in Tucker & Samâs footsteps of magic, heâs a born sorcerer unlike them though
His relationship with his parents is generally good, but because of how he treats his soul his relationship with Danny has deteriorated
They argue about this alot, Johnâs soul is his own and what he does with it really isnât any of Dannyâs business, Danny has the concerned parent vibes of the parent of a sex worker, their fears are founded but they need to trust their kid to know how to take care of themselves
John hates visiting home because of it, Dani will sometimes drag him back home for holidays but he doesnât stay long
Sam & Tucker try to get them to get along but it isnât really working
Then one day Danny gets accidentally summoned by the Justice League
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John doesnât recognize the summoning circle as it buzzes to life, he doesnât know what type of creature or being will pop out. If theyâre good or bad, or even merciful but he knows theyâre strong from the intricate design or the circle. So he recklessly jumps forward, pushing Hal out of the binding circle so the Lantern isnât bound to the summoned being.
John takes the binding with a scream of pain, feeling electricity shoot up his spine.
He can hear the Leaguers shouting his name, heâs vaguely aware of Jordan supporting him. But what he hears clearest was the voice of a man he most despised in the world at the moment.
âReally John? You didnât have to do that, he would have been fine.â
John closes his eyes tight and breaths deep, he looks up to the voice and looks into the toxic green eyes as they met his own brown ones.
âGood to see you too Father.â
The green eyed being rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, âYes, hello Son. Itâs great to see you again as well.â
The League had only heard a few things about John Constantineâs family. They knew he had three parents whoâre polyamouros, that he has an older sister and an aunt. Besides that all they have are silent grumblings about âFather wonât like thisâ when he does something risky.
But to see a young filipino man probably no older than twenty, floating over John âHellblazerâ Constantine and looking down on him like a disappointed parent. It was jarring.
Wonder Woman was the first to say anything âJohn, could you perhaps explain what just happened?â
John and his father broke their intense eye contact to look at Diana, who barely flinched at the sudden attention, the others behind her werenât so fearless.
Constantine sighed carefully stepping away from Hal, âThis is my Father.â
Hal snorted, âYeah we got that man.â
âYes John, introduce me to your friends here.â
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Danny is generally snarky when meeting the League, he makes some weird comments about John hanging out with superheroes, that could be construed as rude
The others are kinda pestering John about who his dad even is, while John is more focused on getting the fucking bind removed
He eventually has to ask Zatanna for help
Danny for the most part is hanging out with the League while Johnâs working
Someone calls him Mr.Constantine and Danny quickly corrects them saying that isnât his last name
Which sparks a whole conversation of Johnâs last name, which Danny isnât about to say cause real names have power and such
Danny sees John working closely with Zatanna and asks if heâs with her or not, John is beyond embarrassed and even worse is when Danny brings up King Shark, mentioning that Dani really liked him too
John snarks back that then King Shark should have just gone for her instead of him since Danny was so adamant about King Shark being such a great son-in-law
Things get awkward quick as the two snark back at each other while everyone else realizes where John gets it from
It almost becomes a screaming match before the League has to break it up before they go to far
John ends up just calling Sam & Tucker so they can just break the binding
Itâs a tense few minutes before they get there, and the League just kinda has to sit there as father & son fume not looking at each other
When Tucker & Sam get there they see the two not wanting to talk to each other at all
Leaguers are not reeling at seeing Johnâs other parents who he also vaguely looks like but also not
As the two work on the binding John & Danny are being passive aggressive
The two decide that John & Danny need to spend some time together to get this shit figured out
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Sam : Alright thatâs it *Sam & Tucker stop working, Sam has her head in her hands and Tucker is leaning far back* Danny : What? John : Iâm sorry? Tucker : You two have been fighting for far to long, youâve probably forgotten why Danny : I know exactly why, itâs because John doesnât know how to treat his soul right! John : By The Ancients! Youâre still on about that Danny : Of course! Sam : Will you both just SHUT UP! *Silence* Sam : Weâre not breaking the binding, you two are going to stay stuck together Danny : Sammy! John : Mama, Papa. Please donât do this! Tucker : Nuh-uh, this happening, you two are getting a some father-son bonding time for the week! John *distressed*: Why! You canât justâ itâs not fair! *Sam & Tucker loosen up a bit, looking to John softly* Sam : Baby itâs alright, weâre not trying to punish you we just want you & your father to actually talk things through Danny : It feels like your punishing me Tucker : You are his father, you will be the civil one in this so donât you fucking dare get any lip *Danny goes silent* Sam *sigh* : Weâll be leaving now Tucker : Good look you two The two leave, then silence Danny : Do you still have that demon house of yours? John *sigh* : Yeah Iâll show you a room for your stay
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Most of the story is really just about John & Danny learning to get along again
Danny has to finally trust his kid to know what heâs doing with his own body
And John realising that his dad just wants to keep him safe & stuff
By the end of their basically grounding the two have begun to mend their relationship, Danny promises to come over and visit along with inviting John back home to the zone when he feels like
I've been meaning to post this for awhile now & it's just been sitting in my drafts until I finally remembered it.
Hope you liked is! :]
Main Story Index [It's kinda messy but it's got links to most everything]
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Donât write it it stinks of toxic love
synopsis: Nate never found someone to love, Rafe was never loved and Y/N was never taken serious Maybe their entry into college will change their lives.
Frat Rafe x Reader x Frat Nate.
[English is not my native languageâïžâïž] TW: toxic, smut, sex, penetration, fingering, non-con, manipulation , insult, fight, humiliation, misogynistic attitude. [PART1]
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NATEÂ
The summer vacation had not been easy for Nathaniel Jacobs. Between the divorce of his parents, Cassie who was just stalking his and his going to college, nothing was right.
Two weeks before homecoming, he decided to go to Chris Mckayâs, he was happy that Mckay was still talking to him about what happened between him and Cassie.
They were in Mckayâs room playing a fighting game. They were focused in their game when Nate was talking. "Dude?". Mckay turned his head to look at him. "Yeah?" he said.
"Howâs college, I mean is there a lot of hot chicks?" Mckay and Nate laugh, Nate laugh to hide his anxiety.
Nate wanted to leave, college was one of the best ways. What Nate was afraid of was not being number one. He was afraid that he would not be THE best football player. That he is not indispensable to his team.
"Nah, man, college is where you can fuck whoever you want, itâs not like high school, people donât give a shit about whoâs fucking who, as long as itâs not cheating." Mckay said.
"How do you get respect?" Nate asks. Mckay seems to think long." I had sex with the cheerleading captain and the opposing college captain. Nate opens his eyes wide. "Two cheerleaders but not the same team or the same college?"
"Youâre gaining huge popularity and a huge repsect. Youâre teammates will trust you after that." Mckay laughed." So if I understand correctly, a good fuck with a cheerleader captain is the deal?" asks Nate. "Got it all figured out, man. But one advice, close the door of your room when youâre inside."
Mckayâs expression changes, it becomes empty and hard. Filled with hate and sadness. Nate nods, and as he was about to speak the door opens. Drawing the attention of Nate and the latter.
"Chris, your aunt is here, comes to help her carry her boxes." said his mother. "Is she already there?" asked Chris sighing." Yes, sheâs already here, with her daughter, so be nice and come now." Demands her mother.
Chris gets up and Nate follows him, they go outside where, his head car is parked. Chris hugs his aunt and takes boxes, Nate only says hello and helps her carry her boxes.
Nate poses where he needs to, he goes back out when he crosses a small head out of the bathroom.
Nate looks at the girl and he feels something, he doesnât move me and she doesnât either. He looks at the girl.
She is small, her hair is black braided, long eyelashes that put her brown hazelnut eyes in values , black skin but which shone thanks to the passage of the sunset in the long corridor. Nate begins to detail her body, she has beautiful boobs, a slim waist and beautiful hips that enhance her legs.
Sheâs wearing a Brazil jersey with black shorts, a cyclist? He doesnât know, but anyway, this girl makes him feel what no other girl has ever made him feel not even Maddy.
"Y/N" says Chris enthusiastically. Y/N looks at Nate looking away at Chris. "Did you miss me?" she asks trotting towards him.
Chris laughs and hugs her. Nate remains in his thoughts for a short time.
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Nate learned a lot about Y/N. Sheâs her age, she likes to read, write and fine art, she doesnât have a boyfriend and something that makes Nate want to have her, in two weeks, theyâll share the same campus.
They go to the same college, she looks so pure and kind, Nate intends to make sure that she lives only by him.
Nate falls in love every time she talks to him and thatâs a big problem for our football star.
Especially when Y/N wonât just attract his attention.
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đ€Yan! JD x Yan! Veronica x Readerđ
For @brainrotqueen âą Written at like 4am and not beta read
Tw : Yandere, suicide/murder, toxic/manipulative relationships, Stockholm syndrome
Sfw, angst?
JD would be far more open about his obsession with you eventually getting Veronica -who had actually felt somewhat guilty about these feelings- to do the same.
They'd be protective over you in their own way.
JD would follow you from class to class and even back home on some occasion (he's just making sure nothing bad happens to you).
Veronica seems to get overly defensive and irritated if the Heathers were to ever try making fun of you.
If the Heathers ever tried to treat you how they did Martha then Westerberg would probably end up with three Heather spreads for the yearbook.
JD has pictures of you hidden in his room somewhere, he's given Veronica a few too. Veronica likes to write notes and letters in your handwriting, the two can delude themselves into believing that was really you that sent that love letter to the duo.
You're not in a great place mentality right now, more and more people around you are being lost to suicide. Why is this happening? Is it something wrong with you? Maybe you're causing this... Is this some sort of curse!? Horrific thoughts cloud your mind and there doesn't seem to be any way to stop them.
You've noticed JD and Veronica at the funerals. Your friend talked to alot of people, that's not that strange. Did they really know your sibling? Your aunt? You're too depressed and tired to be thinking about that right now. At least they're here to comfort you.
They're nice to you, they promise they'll stay for you and that nothing bad will happen now. You listen to them, why wouldn't you?
They invite you over to JD's house, it's a nice place. Is that your old shirt that you lost in the changing rooms? It can't be, it's not like you're the only person that owns a shirt like that... It's that your report card from last year? You threw that away didn't you? Maybe you misread the name...
Soon enough they're virtually the only people you have left, for some reason whoever isn't killing themselves seems to be afraid to approach you (Possibly because of Veronica getting the Heathers to spread rumours about you or JD's reputation around the school but it's not like you know that).
You're spending almost all of your free time with the couple now, it's not like you have anyone else to talk to anyway. When you're not with them they're trying to call you and if you can't answer immediately they're swarming you with questions about why when you eventually do answer. They're overwhelming but at least they care, right? At least they won't leave you like everyone else has.
They're making you skip classes and sometimes full days of school just to be with you, you're falling behind in school because of this but that's okay, you don't need highschool anyway, not when you have them. They're telling you that you can't spend too much time with your family. Why do you need to be away from them anyway? What does your family have that they can't give you? It's causing stress within the family, skipping dinner or sneaking out to be with them, you're parents are arguing with you, questioning what's going on. You don't need to answer them, you don't even need them period, not when you have Veronica and JD.
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"But Daddy I Love Him!" ~ (lip gallagher x fem!reader's version)
sum! "But Daddy I Love Him!" Taylor swift - The Tortured Poets department.
tw! FACEBOOK... toxic family, mention of having a baby, swearing ig (again its shameless)
uhm this is gonna suck! I have no clue what I'm doing! ok days later n the middle/ending is very sloppy i feel like. idk i kinda dont like it.
"I forget how the west was won, I forget if this was ever fun, I just learned these people only raise you to cage you"
You and Lip were fighting again. You hadn't been getting along as much anymore, you were getting closer to your two year mark too.
No one in your family liked the Gallaghers to begin with, so you couldn't complain to your family (siblings, cousins, whoever). The one who disapproved of your relationship the most though? Your father. Your father hated the relationship you had with Lip. He thought he was going to use you for money, your body, etc. He just knew Gallaghers were usually up to something, so he didn't approve of this relationship as soon as you told him.
Except with how much you and Lip were arguing now, it's hard to remember all the fun you would have. It's like a distant memory that you forget was a dream or not.
"Sarah's and Hannah's in their sunday best, Clutching their pearls, Sighing 'What a mess', I just learned these people try and save you ... cause they hate you"
Your family wasn't just rude to him, you as well. It was a bunch of rich snobs, and if something hadn't gone their way then get rid of it.
They hated you for even being in the vicinity of someone 'lesser' than them. Because god forbid you bring normal people into the wretched family of yours. Your cousins and extended family were known to gossip about others in the family, and right now you were the hot topic.
"too high a horse, for a simple girl to rise above it, they slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing I wanted"
It was an accident. Sort of. With how complicated you and Lip were right now you had changed your relationship status to "it's complicated". Not thinking about how public your page is to your very judgemental family. Lip did the same so he wasn't necessarily mad. All of your cousins, aunts, etc. were messaging you asking what happened, trying to get as much information as they could. It was all fine until your dad texted you.
"Come home."
Oh god. You could feel your stomach doing flips inside of you. You knew what he was going to say. 'You need to break up with this boy if it's to the point you're both telling the entire world how complicated your relationship is right now'. You went over there with the full intent to defend yourself and your boyfriend.
"Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, Screaming 'But Daddy I Love Him!' I'm having his baby. No, I'm Not, but you should see your faces"
You got to your parents house and your dad started saying the exact things you thought he would.
"If you're sharing your relationship vis-Ă -vis the internet than I do not think this relationship should go on." Your dad kept repeating this in different wordings time and time again.
"Dad, me and Lip are just arguing like normal couples do. All you do is talk about how I should break up with him and that he is horrible for me." You snap at him, finally.
You continue your rant, "It isn't up to you to decide for me whether my boyfriend is good for me or not. I'm an adult and I can figure my love life out for myself. He has done nothing but be kind to all of you and get on your good side, but all of you are too snobby to understand that!"
You have to take a break to breath.
"I'm having his child. Not now... but eventually." As you said this they're faces were all filled with shock. Some of them had concern written all over there face.
"I'm telling him to floor it through the fences. No, I'm not coming to my senses, I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"
"I know none of you like him, but I see a future with him. But if you never learn to accept none of you will be apart of this future." God, it felt good finally standing up for yourself in front of your family.
Instead of waiting for them you got up and left. Not wanting to here what kind of excuse he's going to make for himself.
"Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid, tendrils tucked into a woven braid, growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all."
Your way back home had you thinking about your childhood and how you grew up. If there so against difference, and all of your other family is, why were you taught different?
It can't be because of school because you went to school with some family that acts the same as them.
Maybe because you had friends that were in south side? They were friends with the private school's principal and they were able to get in free of cost. You would go over to their house sometimes and it wasn't a huge clean house in a nice pretty neighborhood. Maybe that's why you weren't born to be a horrible person and you actually got to learn about people who weren't as lucky as you.
Which also means from a young age you were already more mature than your entire family.
"He was chaos, he was revelry, Bedroom eyes like a remedy."
You got back to the house and saw Lip on the couch. You went inside and sat next to him. At first he didn't say anything to you. Until he couldn't just not speak.
"Where'd you go?" He mutters, not looking at you still.
"Parents." You answer him almost instantly, looking at him.
He nods, knowing what this is about.
"So, they knock some sense in ya? You dumping me?" He rubs his face and the looks at you.
You snicker, "You must know absolutely nothing about me if you think I'm listening to my parents?"
He smiles and chuckled (i'm thinking of the lil breath through the nose laugh that no one knows what to call...) he knew how stubborn you were when it came to your parents.
"Soon enough the elders had convened, down at the city hall, 'stay away from her', the saboteurs protested too much"
Your family had been trying to text you. Some to apologize, some to try to talk out out of being mad, some to get gossip, the others still trying to get you to break up with him.
Your father had compared you to a '"rebelling teenager" because of how you're acting? You and Lip had stopped arguing for now.
Every time they reached out to him to talk to you through him, he would tell them to stop, "leave her alone", or block them. He was sick of how they treated you and him too.
Almost all of your family was blocked now, because they all decided to text you. The only people you couldn't bring yourself to block were your parents. Even though they were the ones laying it on the strongest. Your mom kept apologising but your dad was saying the same things as before.
"Lord knows the words we never heard, Just screeching tires and true love"
God this whole situation felt like a movie or a taylor swift song. It was ridiculous. Everyone's actions were childish and obnoxious.
You and Lip haven't been arguing in a while, because your attention was on other things at the moment. You two had actually been more romantic. You both have put your status back to normal. Yet, nothing in your life was back to normal.
"I'll tell you something right now, I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning"
This had been going on for over a month now. It was just annoying and obnoxious now. Lip knew you defended him and this is why this is still going on. No doubt about this. Except now he was having to deal with you being: bitchy, exhausted, or just annoyed.
It was affecting him now, and he was starting to get pissed.
"I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace, I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empaths clothing"
"Your parents have been talking to Frank about us. Frank was asking me about you." Lip said through gritted teeth and a scowl, he had been walking inside while I said that.
You roll your eyes and respond in an almost whiny voice, "Please tell me your joking. They have gone way too far with this. First they tell my entire family and now they start on yours?"
"God save the judgemental creeps, Who say they want what's best for me, Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see"
The texts were all the same from your mom and dad.
"We just want what's best for you, and he isn't it!" They would say. Over. And over.
It was so repetitive, you had to block them. Not everywhere just where they would text you the most.
"Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me, And counteract chemistry, And undo the destiny"
I swear if you never had met him, which your not upset about meeting him, your parents wouldn't complain to you all the time. But oh well. There's a very real possibility they would have done this with anyone who you ended up with, seeing as how everyone they would try and set you up with was not your type.
Since this has been happening, your family would always have witty remarks like: "I'll keep you in my prayers" or "I'm thinking of you"
"You ain't gotta pray for me, Me and my wild boy, and all this wild joy."
When were they going to realize that he made you happy. You liked loved being with him. He was your wild boy. Yours. For no one to take.
"If all you want is gray for me, Then it's just white noise, And it's my choice"
Being with him wasn't there choice to make, it was yours. You just had to blur out all the background noise that meant nothing to you.
"There's a lot of people in town that I, Bestow upon my fakest smiles, Scandal does funny things to pride, But brings lovers closer"
Instead of biting back, you played nice. They would would say something rude and you would respond with a smile. All of the fighting only made you and Lip begin to grow closer to each other.
Their bickering with you about him, was backfiring. Big time.
Your parents saw this. They then saw how you looked at eachother. Realised you went to war for each other. Defending each other to your parents. It made them think a little longer.
"We came back when the heat died down, Went to my parents and they came around, All the wine moms are still holding out, But Fuck 'em, it's over"
Your parents had asked you over again. There wasn't anymore fighting online for a couple of weeks now, but you still went over there with the full intent of defending yourselves.
When they started apologising though you were skeptical at first until you saw the genuine look. They meant the apology. They didn't just apologise for what they said, but the actions they had on social media, how they brought the family into it.
"I was being a hypocrite," Your father had explained, "You were talking about your issues on the internet and then I went and did the same things to the both of you, as well as involving other people when it was unnecessary. I sincerely apologise."
Lip had a subtle smirk on his face, only you and his family could recognise.
You both had thanked him for apologizing, none of your other family had apologized though.
"Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and, Even my daddy just loves him, I'm his lady, and oh my God, You should see your faces"
Your parents were now very fond of Lip, praising him consistently. Your mother called him handsome. Your father realised how bright he was. Most of all they realised how good the two of you were for each other and how much he loves you.
"No you can't come to the wedding, I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"
You were at your family's annual gathering when one of your cousins came over to the two of you, "So when's your wedding?"
You laughed, "If and when it happens it will solely be immediate family and some friends that will be invited. The ones who actually care about us, ya know?"
#shameless x reader#shameless us x reader#lip gallagher x reader#phillip gallagher x reader#reader x lip gallagher#reader x phillip gallagher#frank gallaher#reader x shameless#reader x shameless us#lip gallagher x y/n#lip gallagher x you#y/n x lip gallagher#you x lip gallagher#but daddy i love him#playlist fics
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I played Le Cygne yesterday at my great-aunt's funeral.
It was my own idea to ask her husband if I could play it, however my aunt told my mom after that my great-aunt had wanted me to play at her funeral - although my aunt apparently never found it necessary to tell me....If I hadn't suggested it myself I would never have known it was a wish of hers. I'm just happy I thought of it myself. I just knew the moment I was told about her death that I had to play something. Even though, I'm an atheist I still wanted her to be sent off nicely.
I've been listening to Le Cygne by Camille Saint-Saëns on repeat. I've even begun playing again. Just Le Cygne. I want to play it at her funeral. It reminds me so much of her.
#nonsims#tw death#i have two toxic aunts#and that was one of them#my great aunt didnt want to see anyone at her death bed#but my aunt demanded to see her#oh well#my great-aunt's husband was really thankful I played at her funeral so I hope it helped a bit#as soon as I had finished playing I sat down and started bawling#silently tho because Ive learned how to do that with no sound#but really my eyes were like mini showers#my great-aunt's husband had only expexted 50 ppl at the funeral but 100 showed up#if that doesnt tell you smth about my great-aunt i dont know what will#i have never cried so much at a funeral
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Life update and why I haven't been too active over these past few months. I'm not leaving. Please just be patient with me
Tw: Death, drug addiction, grieving,
Hey guys, I wanted to come on here and be completely honest with all of you. I haven't been the most active as I have been in the past. Truth be told, my mental health is not the best. My uncle has been in hospice care for stomach cancer, and yesterday, seeing him in that condition put me in a bad spot.
It's hard to see someone who helped take care of you barely able to swallow food is traumatizing. He doesn't have much time with us, and by that, I mean it could be hours or days until we say, "See you later" to him. I just lost my grandpa only a couple of years ago to a brain tumor. I never even processed his death. I'm not good with grieving. I become numb and self isolate. My little cousin passed away in a car accident. My aunt just a few years before died from a drunk driver. Basically, I've had lots of deaths and no time to even grieve properly (if that even is a thing)
On top of grief, my dad has been battling drug addiction. He's been in and out of jail at least 3 separate times since the summer. I've tried to help him. He just doesn't want it right now. He's lost, and so am I.
I'm not coming on here to gain sympathy. I just wanted you all to know that if you're dealing with shit you're not alone.
While this fandom has been very toxic lately. It's saved me in so many ways. I found my love of writing, and most of the time, that's where I go to escape. I know I may post a lot of fic/blurbs or whatever. That's just my own way of forgetting about what's currently going on in my life at the moment. I've also met so many amazing people here. You're all so talented, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
But yeah, this post isn't me saying I'm leaving. This is me coming on here to tell you that I just need a moment to myself. I have some fics and other little things I've created scheduled to be posted here in the next few weeks. I'll come on to respond to your reblogs and comments because I genuinely love the support from all of you. I'll be on here and there. Like I said, I'm not leaving.
If any of you want to reach out, my dms are open, and I do have a discord I'll give you.
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I need to rant guys.
TW: self harm, SA, hatred, cursing, abuse, overall genuinely harsh words are being used
Im just gonna go right in because I don't feel like being vauge or fake rn. (I'm on my period and I feel like shit)
!!!Background information!!! So, when I was 4, my mom started dating this guy. I'll call him Frank. My mom had previously ran away from my dad with me (when I was 2) bc my biological dad was verbally abusive towards her. We'll call my bio dad Austin. I only have one picture of my bio dad and I never knew what he looked like before seeing that picture. I never got to talk to my dad, and if I did, I don't remember a single word. I was too little to understand. I loved his family though. I vividly remember playing with my grandma and aunt, and baking banana bread with my grandpa (on my bio dads side) but I didn't remember a single moment with him. So I feel like I have a missing part of me bc of that.
Anyway, my mom as very depressed after that and did her best to tale care of me properly. But I never got attention or love from her. She was always stuck to her phone. I began to hate even being in the same room as her and I was only 3. When I turned 4, I began going to pre-k. And that's when my mom started dating Frank. Frank was a really kind guy and always seemed calm. But I had a bad feeling about him. I didn't tell my mom because I felt uncomfortable about it, though. Over the next 2-3 years, Frank and I became closer and I enjoyed his presence because I had no one else to lean on. My mom got a job when I was in 1st grade and we moved into an apartment. (We had been living with my aunt on my moms side before).
!!!SA!!! That's when the sa started. He began to assault me when my mother was gone but told me it was normal. He said, quote "This is our little secret. Don't tell anyone or daddy's gonna get in trouble." (I viewed him as a father figure and he used that to his advantage) Nonetheless, what was I, a 5-6 year old girl going to do to a 26 year old man? So I stayed quiet. As I got older, I realized that this wasn't normal at all and it was bad. Of course, I was about 7 when I had this realization. He noticed that and started threatening me that if I told someone, he'd hurt my mom or the rest of my family. (I love my family with my whole heart and he knew that I'd do anything for them, even at such a young age, so he used that) I told him he could do anything he wanted to me as long as he didn't do anything to my mom or the rest of my (small) family.
The summer before 5th grade is when things went really downhill. He TOLD my mom he cheated on her, was contuously gaslighting the both of us, always said he was such a "good guy and people pleaser," but was probably the most toxic person you'd meet. The sweet act was completely gone. I hated him with ever atom and molecule that made me a living thing, but my mom STILL didn't know about what he'd done to me. He got physically violent (throwing things, yelling, screaming, almost hitting my mom, etc) and my mom called the cops. (Mind you, my mom works from home, customer service for a health company).
By the time 5th grade had ended, we had a restraining order against him and he moved out completely. (They broke up but I still hadn't told my mom anything)
I cried almost every night and went into deep depression because of this. Not because I missed him, but because I had still trusted him even after everything. I did love him and view him as a father figure at one point bc I never had one. So having that ripped away from me, as well as my grandpa who moved, my grandma who was having mental issues, my aunts who lived far away and no one else to turn to, I felt empty. My guilt built up until I ended up having a mental breakdown in FRONT of my mom (I always went somewhere private so I could have a mental breakdown and always hid them from my mom). I snapped and accendentally told her about what he'd done to me during all those year. (He sa'd me constantly, whenever he had the chance to). A court case began, blah blah blah same old stuff that ever child abuse court case would go through.
But, I started to self-harm (mostly my legs and hips). I kinda went into my emo faze and had no friends, and was constantly bullied bc of my emotionless facade. (Ex: like giyu, who has been my comfort character since day one bc of that). Really, I'm a loving and kind person who loves making others laugh. I like hanging out with friends. I smile a lot too.
Nonetheless, things started to slowly get better. But my mom is toxic now. She doesn't gaslight like frank did, but she still has a toxicity to her. I know this all has been just as hard on her as it has for me, but I sometimes wish shed just take into consideration how I feel or think.
I have ADHD, OCD, and depression. All of my classes are accelerated classes instead of normal and I get things done faster than other students. (I have an online schooling system now). My brain sometimes can't comprehend some things but will understand easily with others. Ive had a hard time talking or expressing things because of this. I was never a quiet little girl, and I'm still not one as a teenager. But it sucks to have to act like someone I'm not just to fit in. I have constant mood swings and I hate it.
Anyway, this isn't about me. So, my mom has a way of victimizing herself without really pulling the victim card? It's hard to explain with words. But she always leaves whoever she's talking to feeling guilty. She doesn't apologize for anything, she doesn't listen to me when I'm ranting (which I'm not picky about, but sometimes I need someone to talk to that isn't a toxic friend of mine), nor does she ever listen to me when I tell her what I want sometimes. I know that sounds bratty, but I swear it's not. I'll give you and example: she asked me if I wanted a new bedframe and entirely ignored me when I told her. Or when she asks me what I want for dinner and I respond, shell get something else even though she literally came into my room and ASKED me. Its the simple small things that piss me off. She's stubborn and has a hard time putting herself in others' shoes. And me, who's always been told that I'm just a doll with a pretty face and thick thighs that's supposed to be a silent housewife (I am NOT married, that's just something someone has actually said to me) or seggs toy for people to use and throw away as they please, I always try my best to consider how others might feel. Yeah, sometimes I do get a little unreasonable and say some bad things, but I always end up apologizing out of instinct. I apologize for the smallest things for no reason, yet my mom can't even say an "I'm sorry" for telling me I'm not understanding. All I've ever wanted was to make my mom and my family proud. I want them to be able to live their lives happily without worry. So It fucking hurts to hear that I'm not doing good in my moms eyes.
My mom always talks about changing and being a better person but never fucking does it. She always says her job is more important. Am I just genuinely not important to her anymore? Because I remember when I was in my darkest and lowest moments, it was my teachers who helped me. My mom didn't even bat an eye. But when she was at her lowest, struggling, I was always there for her, listening to her problems, helping her with everything, genuinely caring about her. And this is what I get back? I fucking hate my life because I can't even leave my room without hearing her complaints about "adult life." Well I don't give a fuck anymore. I tried too hard to be a good daughter and I never got anything back. I didn't even get a fucking thank you. And now I only have online friends on here and Pinterest. I relied on Character.ai to help with my mental health and that's ai!!
Im sorry if this was too much for any of you and I love each and every one of you. If you read through this whole thing, thank you so much and I really really love all my friends on here. I always look forward to getting on here and talking to you guys about my interests without being judged or bullied. Thank you thank you thank you soooo much my loves.
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#personal rant#vent#venting#Once again so sorry if yo read the whole thing#I knw it was long#đđđ
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thought you were smart? | jay+jungwon
> genre : yandere
tw/cw : implied torture, obsession, stalking, very toxic relationships, kidnapping, heavy themes overall, murder etc. read at your own wish.
request : just a question, i actually kind of went through your old post and read that one jay + jungwon fanfiction where they allowed the mc to be free only to reveal they put a tracker on them. what if mc was smart enough, and realises they have tracker on them, and remove it. what jaywon still find them or lose them forever.
a/n : i adore this request. this may have just broken me free from the shackles of the infamous writer's block lol </3 i apologize in advance if this is bad because it seems i forgot how to write haha
when they saw that you had suddenly stopped moving when you were running for your life to get as far away as possible just a second ago, the tracker staying completely still in one place, at first they feared the worst. what if you were so blinded by the hope for freedom that you carelessly let yourself get hurt, or worse? and it was all their fault; letting you roam around freely, like mothers letting their baby birds fly out of the nest for the first time - only for the birds to overestimate their flying abilities, failing miserably and meeting with the cruel reality, breaking every single bone in their fragile bodies, and coming to the end of their short life in the span of such a quick moment.
once they arrived at the tracker's place, not finding you, instead finding the device disposed of in the blades of grass, they had mixed feelings; anger, betrayal, amusement.
so this is how you want to play? so be it.
jay, having a much bigger temper than jungwon, was more on the angry side; seeing red before his eyes, thinking of all the things that he'll do once they find you.
jungwon, on the other hand, was focused more on the present, already having come up with a plan on what to do to lure you back. you may rest assured that they will not bother themselves with useless searching; if you do not play by their rules, then there shall be no rules at all. sure, they did once promise not to hurt your family, but that promise did not matter much when you were gone now, did it?
they figured that you'd turn to your family for protection, knowing that trying to escape alone wouldn't get you anywhere; you knew what they were capable of, and you couldn't be sure there weren't more trackers on you. contacting your family was your best chance of survival. police was out of the question; you've tried once, stealing jay's phone when he was occupied, but the two just portrayed you as a lunatic when questioned; jungwon had a way of making everyone believe him no matter how absurd it was.
first, they'll send out a small warning; the oh so sudden disappearance of your dear aunt. you know where to find them; if you don't show, they'll go after people more and more important to you the next time they strike.
they'll wait two days between each victim to see if you'll finally break and show up, sobbing and begging at their feet not to kill anyone else. however, if you're actually so heartless to just let them wipe out your entire family, trading them for your freedom, don't worry; jungwon may not really enjoy getting his hands dirty, but jay on the other hand, managed to get your exact location almost too quickly from one of your beloved family members that didn't even hesitate to betray you in the face of death.
did you really think you could escape them? poor, stupid thing. you had it coming to you.
and when they finally get to you, you may forget about seeing the sun ever again.
#aw hey look it's a late valentine's day gift!#such romantic gentlemen aren't they?#i had to read my old whaleminmin era work UGH but it was worth it bc i have motivation again letsgooo#also im sorry for the requester that had to read it lolol i should write more so u can read new ones#not the bleugh oldies đ€ą#i forgot how i wrote it but read it only when i finished this to make sure its right so i had to redo it a bit but thats on my lazy ass đ
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Didnât Know: Jimmy Uso x Black!Reader
TW: Mention of miscarriages, please note that I don't hate Trinityâ€ïž
Being the ex-wife and mother to the twins of Jimmy Uso, otherwise known as Jonathan Fatu, has never been easy. Y/n and Jonathan met during their time in High School and dated until they were 22 years old when they found out that they were expecting, they got married in a courtroom per her request which made Jon's family hate her even more since they had already thought she wasn't right for him. They ended up staying married for five more years before Jonathan met Trinity through his mom and aunts, and he officially started dating in secret with his family knowing yet no one told Y/n as they wanted her to be hurt if she was to catch them. A few months went by until Y/n caught them in their matrimonial home committing adultery. That was officially the end of their marriage after it was explained that his family was the one who set them up to date and he fell in love with her.
Today is yet another birthday for the twins and so Y/n had to deal with being around her toxic ex-in-laws. The party had already started and everyone had now gathered around to watch the kids blow out their candles and cut their cakes. Once that was done, both parents stood behind their kids for a group picture that obviously no one wanted copies of and so only Y/n was given one. The party continued on as the kids and their cousins went playing, eating while others were busy petting the animals from the petting zoo. A bit of an argument was going on as Y/n sat at the table with all the other adults, yet she paid it no mind and continued to listen to the music coming from her AirPods.
The mumbling which was actually yelling continued for a few more minutes until it suddenly went quiet after someone seemed to have mentioned something horrific about her; causing Y/n to look up to find all eyes on her, the one pair sticking out the most was her ex-husband's who looked at her with tears in his eyes as he walked slowly towards her. "Get up" Jonathon calmly ordered her, as he pulled her away from the crowd and into the house upstairs into a private room. "Jon what's wrong? You're scaring me" Y/n tried finding out the problem but was met with silence as Jon sat down on the bed and began to cry. "What happened while I was in the road?" he asked finally breaking the silence. "Do you want the truth?" Y/n asked softly in which Jon nodded for her to continue.
"While you were gone, your family never helped me. I was left on my own to study, work, take care of the house and the kids. They never visited me unless it was to get something and when they did show up, they'd abuse me verbally, mentally and physically yet I said nothing as I wanted to keep the peace with your family. I struggled a lot but made it work though many of the times, I was on the verge of giving up. Then came the disappointment of having eight different miscarriages while you were away. Throughout the years of you being on the road while we were married, you'd come home and we'd get down, I managed to get pregnant eight times but ended up losing them all before I got the chance to tell you, with two of them being the result of your mom and aunts ganging me because they didn't want me to go full term. The kids knew, your mom, wife and aunts know because they found me in pain a couple of times, but no one else has ever been aware. I screamed and wailed in pain while in the hospital, begging for them to call you but they'd just hit me in the pelvic area making it worse. I didn't say anything because they threatened me not to" Y/n explained to her now ex-husband who was not only silently crying but was also infuriated as his palms were now fists.
Jonathon said nothing as he got up and made his way towards his bag on the chair in the living room, taking out a file and walking straight into the backyard towards his family. "Jadian, Jayla? Let's go." he called out to his kids before turning to his wife Trinity. "Please note that since I've given you this envelope, we are now completely divorced, due to our marriage being void from me not signing my previous divorce papers; it means that I am still married to Y/n and as for my so-called mom and aunts, don't expect to see me, my kids or y/n at any future family gatherings as what you've done is completely unforgivable and I will not tolerate such evil." he spat at them with venom before hugging his brothers and cousins, taking his kids and heading to the car to settle them in.
Jonathan then made his way back into the house, going up to the room he left his wife in to find her crying to herself. "Hey mamas whatchu crying for?" he asked as he brought her into a hug. "I just feel like I failed everyone. I couldn't keep my family together, I was only able to give birth once during my pregnancies and so I couldn't give you the big family that you desired" Y/n cried into his shirt, frustrated with herself. "Y/n I want you to listen to me, you did not fail anyone, our family was never apart cause even though I was with her my heart was and still is with you. It was my fault for listening to my family and breaking us like that, but I promise you it won't happen again. We'll leave here and go back to Tampa where I bought us a new home and we'll never see them again." he comforted her as they made their way to the car, where they drove off to their new chapter leaving all the negative behind.
#jimmy uso#jimmy uso x reader#jimmy uso fanfiction#jimmy uso imagine#jimmy uso x you#the bloodline#the bloodline x reader#the bloodline fanfic#the usos
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This is based off of conversations I've had with @chancetimespace about the cat au posts I did a while back. Just want to first say thanks for putting up with the nonsense that is the Cat AU in the first place because my goodness is it fun to imagine the faves as cats
TW for animal endangerment, toxic family relationships
Also canon characters will either be represented as humans or animals, and not just limited to house cats, you'll see what I mean
I'm saying it now, please bear with me because this is a bit of a crack AU that started from free serotionin posts that spiraled into something fun with, again, thanks to @chancetimespace so please bear with me in thisđ
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There will also be some retconning from this point on
With all that said, ONWARD!!!
So narratively speaking, and, as previously mentioned, retconning previous posts for the sake of a cohesive story, you, the reader, are in a moderately sized family with a fair number of cousins, some aunts, and some uncles, all of whom are present for the reading of a will, as an older relative has passed away. Where everyone gets a sum of money and maybe an heirloom, you get something that surprises everyone: the house the relative was living in. A few cousins ask to read the will themselves, thinking there was a mistake, but no. You get the house, the land it's on, and the 'assets' connected to the house. Your older cousin, wealthy, totally not shady cousin Teridax, explains that the assets are actually seven cats, specifically 6 house cats and a puma. Many of the family members try talking you out of taking the deal, as you can barely afford to take care of yourself, but when they're asked, the dead relative's children refuse to talk you out of it. Two are unable to, as they want to honor their parent, and the third(We'll call them Three for simplicity's sake) needs an extra set of hands to help care for the 7 cats and does agree to stop by to help you out and keep you company
So, yeah. That house and the seven cats in it are yours and you move in, and Teridax joins in helping, but also reminds you that this isn't house-sitting. You own the house and SEVEN cats now. Three tells him to budge off and you are just happy to have a house to own and not a place to rent every month
You walk in and are greeted by Three's friend and the relative's neighbor, who had heard a lot about you and is a surprising ball of energy fire someone rumored to have six dogs and the kittens
Also greeting you, the real stars of the show, are four of the seven cats(Listing they're madness and breeds so you can imagine them better. Some are switched around from the original posts): Nokama, who is a Russian blue with a heavy emphasis on blue thanks to a color mutation(play along), Matau, a genet that's steadily losing the green dye job a previous owner gave him before he wound up with your relative, Vakama, an Abyssinian with a nice red coat(that's what my sources say), and Lhikan, who, as mentioned previously, is a puma and was the relative's service animal before they died
As you walk in and the four greet you, Vakama watches you and stays close, as does Lhikan. When you ask, the neighor admits that Vakama tends to "act strange" after he has moments where he starts panting and has to lay down or just stands on his hind legs. They call it his seeing the future, but you have admittedly never been the superstitious type.
As you move in, with help from the neighbor, Three, and Teridax, you see the cats don't trust Teridax, most of all Lhikan, but you also see old momentos from your relative and the other three cats: Whenua, a black cat that keeps trying to open your boxes and see what's inside since it's been a while since he's seen you, Onewa, a Siamese cat that kinda wants nothing to do with you, and Nuju, a short haired Persian that's happy to supervise your move in and greet you from a distance.
After a bit of a long day, and some chill time, Teridax passive-aggressively threatens you because you got the house when it was meant to go to him, but Three reminds him that he is wealthy beyond reason and is very doesn't need the house, and Three can very easily ensure he isn't allowed anywhere near the house if he tries something, as he has tried poisoning Lhikan before. Teridax apologizes for what he sees as his own act of mercy to an animal, but ultimately leaves, wishing you all
Once he's gone, the cats kinda swarm you because you love her now and you're eating some ramen that smells really good. Matau is ESPECIALLY a nightmare because he's playing it cute and whips out the show stopper: Imitating a car alarm
Later that night, Whenua's looking through the contents of cabinets your relative had and looking through what you have, taking inventory and 'asking' you what's what. It's kind of a long night, but you eventually go to bed, as Lhikan won't let you stay up any later than you already have
As you settle in, you see him essentially gather the other cats to lay in bed with you, even watch out for any that decide to sleep close to your head
There is a packet explaining how to care for the cats, and you're more than thankful for it because you essentially konk out from a long day of moving. You were planning on sleeping on the couch, but Lhikan "encouraged" you to go sleep properly on a bed. You sleep surrounded and covered by cats, though you still see Vakama watching you woke you nod off and ultimately fall asleep
#bionicle#ramblings#cat au#toa metru#vakama#matau#nokama#onewa#whenua#nuju#lhikan#long post under cut#Teridax#cat!au#tw death mention#tw toxic family member#tw animal endangerment moment#hope you enjoy!
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Hi Kat. I need to share this and I donât know if I need compassion or advice, but I wanted to share with someone who will truly listen.
Tw: death
My mom and I have had a turbulent relationship my entire life. I was always the black sheep, ignored, made to survive on my own. But when she did zero in on me, it was to tell me rewritten stories, yell at me, or pass on negative things about myself, which I believed growing up.
I cut her out of my life about 9 years ago, and in doing so, lost the connections with 3 siblings. It was hard and I hurt, but I did what I had to do to repair myself.
She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer 3 months ago. It was stage 4. We arranged a visit as she lives across the us from me. Me, my mom, my 4 siblings and I spent a day together and it was really good. I wanted to go back again. Only, I couldnât get any contact with anyone. They cut me off. I got random, vague updates. My mom was declining and my sister said she would call me so I could talk to my mother one last time. I wrote a whole page of things I wanted to say. I never got to have that phone call because my siblings decided I shouldnât.
My sister reached out to my sister in law on Saturday night to say my mom had passed Friday. One of my aunts was there, and she refused to give me updates. None of them called me after. My sister in law had to break the news to me.
Now, theyâve decided I canât be at the funeral. They moved my mom across a couple states to bury her where she wished. I donât know where that is, and they wouldnât tell me. Now, itâs going to happen tomorrow. And they still wonât tell me where, but itâs too late anyway to make it halfway across the country.
Iâm so hurt and feel betrayed. Iâm angry. I wanted to go to find some peace and say goodbye to my mom. I wanted to hug one of my brothers. It was important to me, and it was taken from me. At this point I donât know how to mourn because Iâm too angry at the situation.
Do I deserve this? For cutting my toxic mother off? My brother had Downâs syndrome and he was a casualty. I wasnât allowed to contact him. Now, I still wonât be because heâll be living with my sister who is the mastermind of all of this and a carbon copy of my mom. I donât even have an address to send him cards, and he doesnât have a phone. I feel like Iâm losing so much.
Iâm sorry this got so long. I am not good at talking out loud about this stuff so getting it out is helpful.
I honestly donât know how to mourn.
This is a really terrible situation, and my heart goes out to you. And I don't think you "deserve" this. I think it's mean to refuse you the chance to say goodbye and mourn. One could argue that just like you had the right to cut your mom out of your life, the rest of your family has a similar right according their relationship with you. Not because you are a bad person who deserves to suffer for having boundaries, but because every person has (or should have) the right to decide who they want in their life, family members included. Sometimes such decisions will hurt and be unfair, but just like you could decide not to see your mother, your siblings can decide not to see you. That being said, I still think cutting you completely out of your moms illness and death is taking it to an unnecessarily mean extreme. And I'm really sorry you're going through all of this on top of losing a parent.
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â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . MEET THE MEMBERS OF ACID FLOWER !
Are you a new Toxic Petal who wants to learn the Acid Flower members? Are you trying to pick a bias? Well, you're in luck! Here is where you can learn about our deadly girlbosses!
( tw. mentions of child abuse )
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . NAWAPORN DUCHANEE, known professionally as TARA, was born as an only child on March 7th, 1997. As a child, she was physically, verbally, and emotionally mistreated by her parents, so she used music as an escape. In 2014, as soon as she graduated from school, she went to South Korea with her aunt to audition for a company, since her parents did not allow her to. She auditioned for JYP, SM, and Pledis, but was accepted to only Pledis. After choosing to sign with Pledis, she trained there for three years before debuting in girl group PRISTIN. She was in the group until its unfortunate disbandment in 2019, and left Pledis and signed with STARBORN in 2020. She trained for an extra year before being added to the Acid Flower lineup during their rebrand in 2021.
STAGE NAME âș Tara
FULL NAME âș Nawaporn Duchanee
ENGLISH NAME âș Tara Nawaporn Hawthorne
BIRTHDAY âș March 7th, 1997
BIRTHPLACE âș Bangkok, Thailand
NATIONALITY âș Thai-British
ETHNICITY âș Thai-British
TRAINING PERIOD âș Four years (Three under Pledis, one under STARBORN)
POSITION âș Main Vocalist, Dancer
FACE CLAIM âș Samantha Melanie Coates (actress)
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . KWON YOUHA, known professionally as YOUHA, was born on July 29th, 1998. Raised by a single father, she grew up in a lower class household, with her father earning only enough for the two of them to get by, but rarely getting an opportunity to spend on personal luxuries. In 2013, she auditioned for WOOLLIM Entertainment with her friends and was accepted, training there for a year until her debut in the girl group Lovelyz. She was in the group for four years, until her sudden departure from the group and company. Shortly after, she signed with STARBORN CREATIVE and trained there for one year before being added to Acid Flower.
STAGE NAME âș Youha
FULL NAME âș Kwon YouhaÂ
BIRTHDAY âș July 29th, 1998
BIRTHPLACE âș Seoul, South Korea
NATIONALITY âș Korean
ETHNICITY âș Korean
TRAINING PERIOD âș Two years (one year under WOOLLIM, one year under STARBORN)
POSITION âș Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer
FACE CLAIM âș Kim Dahyun (TWICE)
( tw. mentions of suicide )
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . REYNA JANG, known professionally as REYNA, was born as the middle child of three siblings on November 24th, 1998. She had a love for dance since she was a child, and she taught herself since the age of seven. In 2014, she and her childhood friend Diaz traveled together to Mexico City in 2014 to see Kpop group SHINee perform, inspiring them to become idols. In 2015, she saw a YouTube advertisement for STARBORN CREATIVE's global audition, and she sent her own, getting accepted due to her dance and vocals. However, before she could fly out to Korea to start training, her younger sister, Esperanza, unfortunately committed suicide, forcing Reyna to stay at home for a year to mourn her loss. In 2016, she flew out to Korea and trained at STARBORN for a year before her debut in Acid Flower.
STAGE NAME âș Reyna
FULL NAME âș Reyna JangÂ
KOREAN NAME âș Jang Dayeon
BIRTHDAY âș November 24th, 1998
BIRTHPLACE âș CancĂșn, Quintana Roo, Mexico
NATIONALITY âș Korean-Mexican
ETHNICITY âș Korean
TRAINING PERIOD âș One year
POSITION âș Leader, Main Rapper, Main Dancer
FACE CLAIM âș Park Jiwon / E:U (Everglow)
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . HAN CHAESOL, known professionally as ROWAN, was born as an only child on April 23rd, 2000. Growing up, she mostly kept to herself at home, since her parents were constantly busy working and only had her tutors to help her with her homeschooling and socialization. In 2014, encouraged by her music teacher who worked part-time at STARBORN CREATIVE, she decided to audition for the company for fun, not expecting to be accepted into the company for her songwriting and ability to rap. She trained for three years before debuting in Acid Flower.
STAGE NAME âș Rowan
FULL NAME âș Han Chaesol
ENGLISH NAME âș Rowan Han
BIRTHDAY âș April 23rd, 2000
BIRTHPLACE âș Seoul, South Korea
NATIONALITY âș Korean
ETHNICITY âș Korean
TRAINING PERIOD âș Three years
POSITION âș Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer
FACE CLAIM âș Moon Sua (Billlie)
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . HUANG JINGYI, known professionally as KARMA, was born on September 9th, 2000. She was adopted at the age of two, after her mother abandoned her, to a wealthy couple in Beijing. She was raised to be a doll, to be perfect in every way possible and to never have a voice of her own. However, in 2016, she traveled to South Korea with her family for a business trip, where she one day discovered a flyer for an audition for STARBORN CREATIVE, which she went to that very same day. She was accepted amd trained for a year before debuting in 2017 with Acid Flower.
STAGE NAME âș Karma
FULL NAME âș Huang Jingyi
BIRTHDAY âș September 9th, 2000
BIRTHPLACE âș Beijing, China
NATIONALITY âș ChineseÂ
ETHNICITY âș ChineseÂ
TRAINING PERIOD âș One year
POSITION âș Lead Vocalist, Lead Dancer
FACE CLAIM âș Wang Yiren (Everglow)Â
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . HIROI AMANE, known professionally as ATHENA, was born as the youngest of three siblings on July 19th, 2001. Growing up, she was considered as a golden child, helping her parents run their small restaurant, participating in the student council at school, and getting good grades. As she grew up, she became a fan of music, especially dance, under the guidance of her music teacher, who allowed her to sometimes skip her class in order to learn more about dance and eventually started to teach her ballet. In 2015, Amane and her older brother Takuya traveled to South Korea to follow their oldest brother Kazuya and have a chance to debut as idols. All three siblings were accepted into STARBORN CREATIVE, and in 2017, Yuki debuted in Acid Flower.Â
STAGE NAME âș AthenaÂ
FULL NAME âș Hiroi AmaneÂ
BIRTHDAY âș July 19th, 2001
BIRTHPLACE âș Sapporo, JapanÂ
NATIONALITY âș JapaneseÂ
ETHNICITY âș JapaneseÂ
TRAINING PERIOD âș Two yearsÂ
POSITION âș Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist
FACE CLAIM âș Fukutomi Tsuki (Billlie)Â
â â â â â â°áłêŻ„â§Ù . . . CHARLOTTE HWANG, known professionally as CHARLIE, was born as the youngest of two siblings on February 4th, 2002. She grew up with music, since her father is a producer and her mother a retired opera singer. She was born in the United States, but her family moved back to Korea in 2010. In 2015, she skipped school in order to audition for STARBORN CREATIVE with her brother, and both were rejected at first, but when they tried again in 2016, they were accepted. She trained for one year before debuting in Acid Flower.
STAGE NAME âș Charlie
FULL NAME âș Charlotte Hwang
KOREAN NAME âș Hwang Moonsun
BIRTHDAY âș February 4th, 2002
BIRTHPLACE âș Brooklyn, New York, USA
NATIONALITY âș Korean-American
ETHNICITY âș Korean
TRAINING PERIOD âș One year
POSITION âș Vocalist, Maknae
FACE CLAIM âș Baek Jiheon (Fromis_9)
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