No one talks about the spontaneous moments of grief. That one song, a smell in passing, a innocent memoryâŚjust a simple thought send you reeling in the empty space that is the love you hold for them. Love youâll never get to express. But itâs love none the less. So keep loving them in stride. Even when it hurts more than usual.
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There should be a new word to describe this hollowing feeling in my chest. Iâm not depressed and Iâm not angry. But Iâm not numb either. It feels like a vibration in my soul that wants to be let out in a way that is egregious. I want to scream and cry like a child scorned. But I also want to lay and look at the ceiling with nothing but these lack of thoughts running through my mind. i want to run barefoot at night and scream and search for whatever it is im longing for in this feeling what i still have yet to feel like Iâve fully described!! I feel insane and a bit scared in the thought of being the only one who is feeling things they just canât understand. I just want to bask in the happiness I can experience even if just for five minutes. Iâm happy where I am but yet I feel like Iâm missing a huge something. Do any of you feel this way sometimes?
A/N: hi besties!!! Just a small little idea I got while I was watching some good old female rivalry soap opera drama over breakfast â¤ď¸
Warnings: Sarah is a teen here â¤ď¸
⢠when you got together with Joel, Sarah was already 12, her mom had been gone since she was a baby and though neither of them had any problems about talking about what happened, it wasn't a frequent subject, even if they treated it with naturally, they didn't like talking about it and it was completely understandable, after all, Joel had been abandoned with a weeks old baby and that baby had to grow up without her mother around
⢠so you always simply decided to pretend she never really existed in the first place, and technically, in your life, she never really did it, because from the moment you began dating Joel, he wasn't her ex-husband anymore, but instead, he was your boyfriend, and Sarah wasn't really her daughter, but your stepdaughter and you both had learned how to love and enjoy each other's company
⢠you were leading a happy life with the Millers, being part of their household and falling into the same routine as they did, as you spent longer at their place than at your own, until it didn't make any sense for you to keep paying rent, after all, you and Joel were very much together and in love and the natural course of your relationship would be of course, getting married or something like that
⢠you were happy with your little family, Sarah's issues regarding her mom seemed to be filled up pretty good by you once you joined the family, as she finally had someone she could talk to about boys and other girl stuff. She also really approved yours and Joel's relationship, always commenting on how happy you made her dad and how nice it was to have a more family like routine
⢠things were good and happy and you couldn't wish for anything more than that, you were as pleased as you could be, and you were pretty sure Joel was the man of your dreams, there was no way you could love someone as much as you loved him and so was the story of how the Millers became a very happy family
⢠and that was why it shocked the fourth of you - because Tommy was hella shocked as well - when Sarah's mom, Angela, decided to get in touch with Joel; she had found him on Facebook and messaged him, much to his shock, he'd done the same with Sarah, just like that, texting the daughter she'd abandoned as if she was just an old pal saying hello after losing touch for years
⢠at first, the two of them decided to ignore it, not sure how to act or how to even respond to it, but after a couple of days more in which Angela kept insisting on texting, more like begging Joel for a chance to talk, he decided to talk to his daughter and get to a conclusion together and after considering a lot together, they decided they would answer to her and see what she wanted
⢠and of course Angela sent quite a few sob sad texts saying how hard things were for her, how much she'd missed her family and mostly her daughter and how she regretted leaving. Joel wasn't quite convinced with that, quite the opposite, he was still bitter and angry at everything that went on, but he could tell Angela's words somehow messed up with Sarah's feelings, after all, she was a reject baby by her mom and at some level, she needed her approval in any way
⢠so Joel and Sarah agreed to meet up with Angela again, something small, at a coffee shop where they could all sit down and talk things through so they could see how things went between them, you'd also decided not to show up, it was such an intimate moment, you didn't belong in that scenario and you also had no reasons to be suspicious of Joel, you loved and trusted him and he trusted and loved you back, there was no reason to worry about anything at all
⢠you were genuinely happy to know Sarah had warmed up for her mom and the two of them hit off, having a lot in common and deciding to spend more time together, going on dinners, lunches and movie sessions together; it seemed Angela's presence was a benefit for them, and it was, you liked to see Sarah so happy about her return, it only became a problem when Angela started to show up more and more often at Joel's home
⢠it was your home too, and as much as you didn't want to be selfish or annoying, you had to admit it bothered you A LOT she was all the time around, at first she started with smaller things, such as visiting you all on Sunday afternoon, or bringing up a dessert, which of course, had to be Joel's favorite and kept gushing about the times they were still married; Angela was a pretty woman, you couldn't deny that, and the fact she seemed so willing to be nice and pleasant around her ex-husband
⢠and that imposition of her presence into your house and your family was beginning to bother you even more; suddenly, Sarah didn't want to go to the mall with you anymore, instead, she wanted to go with her mom. She didn't want to bake cookies with you anymore because your cookies had that sugar thing in the bottom so she liked her mom's better and as much as you tried understanding Sarah needed and had all the right to enjoy her mom's company and presence, it still hurt you, because you missed Sarah, and yet, it felt as if you weren't important to her anymore
⢠Seeing the shifts in your dynamics with Sarah, Joel tried to be understanding and even offered himself to talk to her, but you dismissed the idea, it was embarrassing enough you were feeling jealous, you didn't need Joel to get into the middle of that, but it still made you upset when Sarah decided to go to the movies with her mom to watch the newest Ghostbusters movie you two had agreed on going together
⢠and just as Angela stole Sarah from you, she was more than willing to steal Joel as well: she wanted him, he was even more handsome, his business became successful and he lived comfortably and now Sarah wasn't an annoying baby anymore, it was fun to be around her and she wanted her family back
⢠so to you, things started going sour when you decided to stop by Joel's business to bring him lunch; you'd prepared him a pretty good lunchbox and you were very excited to see his reaction, however, when you got to his small office, you found him and Angela eating a foot long sub, as it was kind of an inside joke between them from when they were young
"oh shit baby, I had no idea you'd bring me lunch, if I knew it..."
⢠Joel said wiping his mouth with a napkin as he had sauce on his beard like an idiotic child would and it made your blood boil, Angela simply smirked at you and you knew exactly what she was doing, your gut feeling was right all along, she was a filthy bitch
"it's fine Joel, it's just a sandwich, it's not like you're cheating"
⢠you didn't know exactly why you said that, it was the first time in your life you had ever said that towards Joel because it had never even crossed your mind there might be a possibility of it happening, but once you said those sour words, an awkward silence, a think tension in the room spread and you felt extremely uncomfortable to be there
"I'm sorry, you can give the lunchbox to Tommy in case he hasn't had lunch if you want, that way the food won't go to waste"
⢠you told Joel and turned to Angela, you didn't want to hide how much you didn't like the fact she snuck into his office to bring him lunch like a devoted wife
"you know, it's an odd choice to bring your ex-husband lunch instead of your daughter, I'm sure Sarah is starving right now..."
⢠in the evening, Joel felt very bad about what had happened, he hadn't done anything wrong, but at the same time it was wrong because even if it was just a sandwich, it wasn't about the sandwich but rather who had brought it to him, he knew it had hurt your feelings and he wanted to make it up to you, so he arrived home, using all his charms, his puppy eyes, his sweet talking and his soft neck kisses to convince you to go out with him; he was going to take you out for dinner: at a restaurant, not a bar for beer and burgers, but an actual meal
⢠you enjoyed your time with him, appreciating his effort to make something nice for you, so you grabbed a table, ordered meals and enjoyed each other's companies, as Joel held your hand and talked about his day, telling you how much he'd missed you and how gorgeous you were, dinner was going smoothly and what happened during lunch time had almost faded from your mind, when you heard someone clearing their throat
"oh hey... Enjoying some romantic dinner? That's a good place, right? Joel used to bring me here every so often, money was very short back then, but he always made an effort"
⢠Angela gave the two of you a bright smile, loving every single ounce of anger that clearly went through your face, what the fuck was that disgusting woman doing there? Why did she have to ruin your date night like that? It made your blood boiling, Joel immediately sensed the tension and tried coming up with something to say, but Angela just shrugged
"I came over just to grab myself some dinner, excuse me and enjoy your evening"
⢠she faked sympathy and blew Joel a kiss, knowing damn well the whole evening was already ruined for you, which made her pretty good about herself
⢠once you got home, you decided to have a heartfelt conversation with Joel, tell him every single thing that was bothering you, after all, communication had always been a big deal for you and it was important for you to open up and be straightforward about the matter, and he agreed with you, he said Angela was crossing the boundary and he assured you he was gonna talk to her
⢠so during the next few days, things were alright again between you and your sweet Joel; you were still very much in love and Sarah had been so busy with her tests at school, you didn't even hear of Angela's name and you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy about it, it was a relief she wasn't around and you even suggested Joel to make barbecue on Saturday, you'd have an extra shift but then you could enjoy the weekend with your family
⢠he gladly accepted it and you spent the rest of your week quite excited for it, you liked his barbecue, it was such a dad trait he had and you wanted to spend some time in bed with him too, once you arrived from work, you smiled as you saw Tommy's truck and you could smell the delicious scent of food, as you got off your own car, you went straight to the backyard, smiling from ear to ear
⢠but it didn't last long, your smile died when you spotted Angela; she was wearing a short summer dress and laughed happily at something Joel said, it must've been so funny because Sarah was laughing too. Angela was holding a bowl of egg salad and the moment she saw you, her own smile died, as if she was the one who had her day ruined by an intruder in her family, and not the other way around
⢠you frowned as Sarah sighed at seeing you, it didn't take a rocket science genius to see she was disappointed in seeing you there, as if you had got in the way between her mom and dad, you stared at Joel, your eyes filling up with angry tears as he immediately walked to you, holding you by the waist
"baby..."
"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face and when I come back I don't wanna see this woman here, I've had enough, I don't care if she's your ex or Sarah's mom, she clearly wants to take my place and sometimes I feel like she has already..."
"don't say that, baby girl, that's not true"
"so get rid of her Joel"
⢠you left to the bathroom so you could freshen up and clear up your mind; hoping she would be gone by then, you didn't want to see her at all, so once you stepped into the kitchen, you were ready to start your weekend, with the exception of the scene before your eyes: Angela's lips on Joel's
⢠you felt as if you lost the ground from under your feet, and even if Joel shoved her away from him and began apologizing one hundred times, you'd had enough; Angela got what she wanted: you out of the way
⢠you ignored everything Joel said, as you blinked your tears and shook your head, leaving the house, the house that used to be your home, but now you weren't so sure; maybe all you did all that time was fill up the absence of Angela, and now, that Joel and Sarah had the original one, they didn't need you anymore
⢠that was only one out of many thoughts that crossed your mind, you didn't want to believe that, you loved Joel and Sarah and you wanted to continue thinking they also love you, but your heart was broken and Joel Miller was to blame đ
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Summary: You get jealous when the new girl takes a liking to Joel, and he makes you admit it.
Warnings:  Smut, age gap (Joel is 40, reader in her late 20s), size kink, mutual pining, no use of y/n, breeding kink, dom Joel, jealousy, Joel is a teasing menace, rough public sex, unprotected PIV, creampie, spit kink adjacent, panty theft, possessiveness.
Word count: 2.5k Rating: 18+ AO3
Dana is, on all accounts, a lovely girl. Sheâs friendly, open, helpful and always chatty with everyone. Sheâs very beautiful, she genuinely seems like a great person, and the way she slinks over to Joel as heâs working and puts her comparatively tiny hand on his back makes your fucking eye twitch. You canât really say anything - heâs not your boyfriend after all, so you canât exactly lay a claim on him - but every time you listen to her comments about how his muscles look in his dark t-shirt, or how sexy his voice is, your blood runs scorching hot in your veins.Â
When you walk into the office at the back of the restaurant, you see that foil lined plate again, your name scribbled on the post-it on top in Joelâs lazy handwriting, and go to say thank you when you take one step into the kitchen and see your new coworker already chatting him up. You watch him chop something, looking down at the cutting board, occasionally moving his eyebrows a little while she talks and talks and talks, responding with noncommittal grunts and occasional hums, as she leans against the counter and laughs, giggles, looking up at him the entire time.Â
He glances over at you and holds your eyes for a second, and when she turns to see what heâs looking at, you disappear into the office and sit down to eat. You really shouldnât be feeling like this, this low grade nausea just from seeing someone else talking to Joel, talking at Joel, getting seemingly no responses. You could brush it off if it were a one time thing, but youâve sat through too many slow periods of too many shifts now, listening to her go on and on about him, making a full Christmas dinner out of whatever conversational crumbs heâs tossed her - a raised eyebrow, a nod, sometimes even a dry huh, interesting, somehow turned into him definitely being into her cause he, like, totally doesn't talk that much to anyone else here.Â
The shift is slow again, too many people on vacation or at home or for any reason not out to dinner, leaving you with Dana and her theories once again. You play along as always, noticing how much youâve picked up Joelâs noncommittal hums and huhâs, not feigning much interest in her theories about him having some sort of crush on her. She wishes he was more talkative, she says, thinks he should lighten up a little, stop being such a grump. You glance into the kitchen to watch him as he works, and thereâs something hypnotic about the blue flames under the pan he's holding, something relaxing about how methodical he is, something mysterious and sexy about how he doesnât seem to notice anyone walking by him, brushing against his back with elbows and plates.Â
It reminds you, for some reason, of when you saw him with Sarah, the way he looked at her as if there was nothing else going on around the two of them, paying no attention to the people passing by behind him, the noise of the food court, the screeching chairs and screaming kids. Intentionally or not, he keeps giving you new reasons for why heâs the perfect fit to be your babyâs father. To be, dare you say it, a partner you can raise this child with, even, not just their biological father but also their dad. The thought of having a family with him fills you with butterflies, as well as a surge of anxiety.
You wonder why heâs willing to do this for you, to do something as monumental as getting you pregnant and giving you an entire child who, whether heâs there or not, also belongs to him. You donât know if he wants to become a father again, if he wants to truly be there for you, during the pregnancy and after birth. It hurts, deep down in some sensitive little part of you, to think that all this is for him is a favor or, even worse, just sex. Maybe itâs best not to think about it.Â
Youâre barely listening to Dana when you force yourself out of your thought spiral, as sheâs analyzing an interaction with Joel from yesterday. âHe told me about his daughter- or, I mean, he said he had to leave early to take her to something, but,â she says, eyes wide and waiting for your shocked expression, âHeâs like, getting personal with me.. Iâm guessing sheâs probably, like, eight or something?â.Â
Looking at your watch, you fake a half-hearted sigh of disappointment after what has to be twenty minutes have gone by, saying, âTime for my break, sorry - keep that thoughtâ, and running out the door, closing it behind you and leaning your head back onto the cold metal with your eyes closed.
You hear some smacking noises and the sound of Joelâs shoe kicking around in the gravel for a second before you open your eyes, seeing him stand there with his arms folded, smirking, âHowâs Dana?â.
âBet you would like to knowâ you say with another fake smile, pushing yourself away from the door and coming up to stand in front of him.
âAww, you a little jealous?â he mocks, and the way he chews his gum and raises one eyebrow, smug as hell, makes you want to smack him just a little. âDonât like it when Dana tries to chat me up? Tellinâ me about how stressful it is to plan her bestieâs bachelorette party?â. His hands find your waist and pull your reluctant self close, still looking at you with that half smile, so amused, âShe never shuts up, does she?â.Â
You roll your eyes, stretching your shoulders and resting your forearms on the top of your head to avoid accidentally wrapping them around his neck. He looks so good, the sun coming in through the large trees outside in the backyard, bouncing off his hair and his skin, and something in you makes you want him so desperately right now. âSheâs really taken a liking to you, Joel, tells me how hot she thinks you are all the timeâ.
He laughs, not seeming very flattered at all, âAnd? Do you agree?â. Still refusing to touch him, you only let your eyes make contact as you lean back in his hands.Â
His touch turns you on, the heat of his large palms seeping into your skin, right through your shirt. You want to bite his neck, lick up all his sweat, fill your lungs with the scent of him, and you look into his dark eyes as he waits for a response, trying to think of something that wonât give away how much you want to ditch the rest of your shift, to hell with your coworkers, take him home and just stay in bed with him until tomorrow. âIâve let you fuck me every day for the past two weeks, so.. What do you think?â.
He leans down to capture your lips in a wet kiss, then walks you backward until your hands touch the brick wall of the restaurant, and turns you around, shoving your ass into his crotch. You can feel how hard he is through his pants, and you know he can feel your desperation, can smell it on you like every other time heâs had you like this lately. Your want for him is almost insatiable, viscerally needing to feel and smell and taste him, constantly, or else you think you might go insane.Â
He hikes your skirt up your hips and tugs your panties all the way down to your ankles as you look back at him, giving you a stern look until you step out of them as he holds you steady, then tucks the lacy excuse of an undergarment into his back pocket. You hear the clink of his belt and the tug of his zipper behind you, barely catching it in your peripheral vision as he pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection, and knocks your knees apart with his own before his stomach is flush with your back and the head of his cock is teasing your opening.Â
âTell me youâre jealousâ he growls, sliding his dick up and down your seam, covering it with your arousal.
âIâm not jealousâ you say with a shaky breath, closing your eyes to keep your composure when the very tip of him touches your clit.
âYouâre lyinâ, just admit itâ, his head catches at your opening for a second and you gasp, immediately trying to stifle your reaction.
âIâm not lying, Joel, I donât care if she talks to youâ you say, breathy and absolutely not snarky as you intended.Â
âYeah, you doâ he laughs, âStop fuckinâ with meâ. You feel his hips thrusting against your ass while he continues to drag the length of his cock up and down your seam, dripping with wetness and aching for him to satisfy you.
You whimper, âI donâtâ, and try to stop your hips from bucking.
âYou do, baby, I can see it on youâ he coos, and his voice is so goddamn hard to resist, the heat of his breath on your neck and the slick of his precome smearing onto your clit, making you desperate to touch yourself, "I can feel it on you right now, sweetheart, wanting me to fuck you all the goddamn time, not wanting me touchin' anyone else".Â
Thereâs a period of silence then, as you listen to his heavy breathing, inching closer to your climax every time he rubs against your swollen bundle of nerves. âSay itâ, heâs persistent, holding onto your hip with the steel grip of one hand and sliding his cock back and forth with the other.
And when he catches at your opening again, slipping in just a little bit, you finally snap, âI will rip her fucking face off if she asks for your numberâ.Â
âThere we goâ he whispers, smug as a motherfucker, and pushes his cock into you, thrusting his hips until heâs completely sheathed inside and youâre tightening from the stretch, grunting into your ear as he begins to fuck you. The relief is overwhelming.
âJealous little girl, huh?â he snarls, âWants me all to herself?â. He pounds into you, hitting your cervix on every thrust, your head falling back on his chest, mouth hanging open and little whimpers leaving your throat. âYou have me, baby, you just gotta say the wordâ. You canât come up with a single word to say, too fucked out already and so desperate to come you canât think straight.Â
He reaches around to find your clit and start rubbing in quick circles, muttering, âGonna make you come now, baby, fuck, no whiningâ. You manage to utter a weak uh-huh, and he laughs, landing a harsh swat to your ass that forces out a guttural cross between a whine and a moan, his hand swiftly but gently covering your mouth to muffle you.Â
âSo fuckinâ tight,â he groans, rubbing you faster and faster until you tense your entire body for a moment, then exhale as you come, less than a minute after he started touching you, âSensitive too, Jesusâ. He loves listening to your muffled moans while he fucks you, watching your eyes crossing and sliding backwards as he speeds up his thrusts, knowing thereâs a limit to how long the two of you can keep going before someone comes looking.Â
Every thrust reaches so devastatingly deep, and you clench around him as hard as you can, wanting to feel him tomorrow, just like you felt him when you woke up today, in his sheets, covered in his sweat from last night. You cannot possibly get enough of him, of the way he touches you and turns you into an absolute mess, fucked out and incoherent and wanting even more. âFeel so good,â you hear him mutter, feeling his sweaty forehead on the back of your neck, nearly drowned out by your moans into his hand, âThis little cunt- fuck, milk my cock, bunny, let me come inside youâ.Â
Yes, yes, please, you try to enunciate to no use, and your grind your ass back onto him, listening to him moan in your ear, interrupted by heavy exhales and grunts while he keeps thrusting, able to recognize, by now, how many seconds he has left in him, then feeling his cock swelling, him unloading, and his breath in your ear as he comes.
âYou donât seem to mind how much she talks to youâ you snark as his cock still twitches while inside, and you crane your neck to look back at him. He holds you there for a moment, stuck between his body and the hard wall as he breathes heavily.
âSheâs too chummy, she doesnât leave me aloneâ he says as he runs his lips up and down your neck, scratching your skin with his mustache, âThatâs what I like about you, right? You leave me the fuck aloneâ.Â
âDebatableâ you say with an unconvinced expression, and his hand comes up to wrap around your jaw and force your mouth open. He looks you up and down quickly, then he spits his gum into your mouth. It vaguely tastes like mint as you start to chew, not taking your eyes off him as you blow a bubble with your tongue that pops immediately.
âDirty girl..â he drawls as he tilts your chin up and clicks his tongue, âAlways love takinâ what I give youâ. You roll your eyes as you blow another bubble, feeling him pull out with a groan and watching him tuck himself back into his pants before he pulls your skirt down your thighs.Â
âCan I get my panties back now?â you ask with your hand stretched out, clenching so the evidence of your rendezvous doesnât leak out of you, and he shakes his head.
âNah, ainât gonna happenâ he says with a smirk, running his hand through his hair, âNow go back inside, breakâs over. Danaâs probably waiting for youâ. You turn towards the door with a scowl, and he gives your ass a firm slap as you go inside, huffing a laugh at how fucking weird he is sometimes.Â
Dana stops you on your way to the bathroom, getting slick and sticky between your thighs as his come starts seeping out. âDo you have gum?â she asks with a hand in front of her lower face, âForgot to brush my teeth after I had this spaghetti thing at dinner, now all I taste is fucking roasted garlic all the timeâ.
You suck the air in through your teeth, âSorry,â, then point towards your mouth, âGot it from Joelâ.Â
âReally?â she says and looks back at the kitchen, folding her arms in annoyance, âI saw him throw the empty pack in the trash after he took the last pieceâ. Part of you wants to laugh at how closely sheâs been watching him, and part of you wants to wipe some of his come from your thighs with your bare hand and show it to her.
âAstute observationâ you say, âThis is the last pieceâ.Â
Something in her face seems to sink a little, and she chews on the inside of her lip for a second. âDo you think Jermaine is seeing anyone these days?â.
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Iâm getting to that point again. The point where life feels pointless no matter how much good shit you have going on. You just heavily focus on all the bad in your life. I just want to be happy and mentally happy I donât want to be numb Iâd rather feel it all than feel nothing at all. Why am i so numb all the time? Why did it have to be my brain thatâs infested with this negative ass mindset. I just want to end it all but I canât. And thatâs my own choice. I refuse to lose but my god I will complain the entire time until I feel fine.
I donât think Iâve ever felt so hopeless about life. I have good friends and a happy relationship but nothing else seems to be falling into place like I wish it would. And I know life is about the ups and downs but Iâve been down for really long I canât lie. And itâs so discouraging to feel like im failing and to have my one parental figure rely on me but I canât support them like Iâm trying to. And they donât see my efforts but Iâm constantly trying my hardest to work this shit outâŚitâs just so hard. Life is so fucking hard and painful and Iâm trying to keep finding the beauty of it but I feel like Iâm robbed of what I could be and stuck with what I am. I want to go back to school, I want to get a good job, and i want to get and car and two out of those three things have got to happen by the end of the year or I genuinely think I will consider myself a failure if I donât figure this shit out.
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