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Joel Miller x f!reader

MISS MY EX

Summary: It’s been a while since you and Joel were together, and you don’t even live in Jackson anymore. He’s fine with it—or at least, he thought he was. That is, until you come back with a ring on your finger, reminding him that he’s not as okay as he claimed to be.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, strong language, engagement, jealousy, cheating (come on, you saw it coming), unprotected sex, nicknames, mention of masturbation, obsession (not in a creepy way), corn with a plot

A/n: Hi! So, this is once again ridiculously long (I am giving up fr). Anyway if you have any ideas, suggestions, or anything else, feel free to text me. Also, I apologize for any grammar mistakes or phrases that might not make sense—English isn’t my first language :3 But I hope you enjoy the story! <3

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“Come on, Joel, give me a hand with this,” Tommy groaned, his arms trembling under the weight of a heavy crate of beer.

Joel exhaled sharply, stepping forward and lifting the box with ease. He barely even had to try. Tommy just shot him an unimpressed look as they made their way toward the bar.

“Alright, are you finally gonna tell me what the hell is going on?” Joel asked, narrowing his eyes at Tommy, who seemed unusually focused.

Tommy hesitated for a second before simply saying, “Someone’s arriving.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh. He was really starting to lose patience. “Yeah, you already told me that. But who the hell is coming?!”

He pushed the door to the bar open with his shoulder, expecting an answer, but Tommy completely ignored him. Instead, he strolled past him, heading straight for the bartender and striking up a conversation like nothing had happened.

Joel clenched his jaw, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. Fine. His gaze swept across the bar, and that’s when he noticed it.

The walls were decorated with 'Welcome Back' signs, their bold, hand-painted letters standing out against the rustic wood. Ribbons were wrapped around the chairs, the kind of detail that felt too thoughtful for just anyone. A few tables had been rearranged, pushed together to accommodate a larger group. Someone had even gone through the trouble of lighting candles, their soft flickering glow casting warm shadows across the room.

Whoever was coming back…they weren’t just passing through. They were someone important. And Joel didn’t know why, but something about it made his stomach tighten.

“Where do you want this?” Joel asked once he finally took in all the decorations.

Tommy barely spared him a glance before gesturing toward the floor beside the bar, too preoccupied with whatever he was doing to give a proper response.

Joel set the crate down with a quiet grunt before straightening up, his gaze flicking back to Tommy. “You still don’t wanna tell me who’s coming?” His voice was calm, laced with mild curiosity. And why wouldn’t he be curious? Anyone would be, considering how much effort had gone into this setup.

Tommy finally paused his conversation with the bartender, turning back to Joel with a grin, one that was just a little too smug. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, patting Joel’s shoulder in a deliberately teasing way before disappearing.

Joel’s jaw clenched as he watched Tommy slip through the storage room doors, leaving him standing there with nothing but more unanswered questions.

Whatever. If Tommy didn’t want to tell him, then Joel didn’t need to know. Even though his curiosity was eating away at him, he didn’t need to know. He didn’t.

Joel sank onto a barstool, his gaze settling on the bartender as he tried to read him, see if he knew anything. The man wiped a glass with a rag, not even glancing at Joel. Yeah, he knew something. Or at least, he knew more than Joel did.

Letting out a slow breath, Joel shifted his attention toward the front doors, watching every person who walked in, analyzing them. None of them seemed out of the ordinary. None of them explained why the place was decked out like it was waiting for royalty.

Then, suddenly, Tommy shot out of the storage room like a damn bullet, walking briskly through the bar before heading straight outside. Joel just watched him go, amusement twitching at the corner of his lips. He hadn’t seen Tommy this stressed in a long time.

As time passed, more and more people gathered in the bar. Joel would even go as far as to say that half of Jackson must have been crammed inside. The place was packed, people chatting, some holding drinks, others nibbling on snacks.

Joel had nothing.

He hadn’t moved from his seat, hadn’t ordered a drink, hadn’t even considered eating. He just sat there, gaze locked on the front doors, curiosity simmering beneath his otherwise calm demeanor.

Then, just like that, Tommy burst back inside, breathless and sweaty, his hair damp like he’d just sprinted a damn marathon.

“She’s here.”

The words tumbled from Tommy’s mouth in a pant, loud enough to catch the room’s attention. A murmur spread through the crowd, voices overlapping as people turned to one another, sharing glances and hushed conversations.

Joel still had no fucking clue who the hell was arriving. All he knew now was that it was a she. Like that helped him figure out anything.

Tommy plopped down next to Joel at the bar, still trying to catch his breath. In the meantime, he ordered two whiskeys, showing two fingers to the bartender.

Joel raised an eyebrow, eyeing the two drinks before glancing back at Tommy. “Two whiskeys? You planning on getting double drunk or just trying to drown whatever’s bothering you faster?”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. He didn’t even flinch at Joel’s jab, just gave him a knowing look. “Trust me, you’re gonna need this,” he said, his voice low, almost like he was trying to prepare Joel for whatever was about to happen.

Tommy grabbed both glasses of golden liquid, handing one to Joel and taking a sip from the other. His face was a mix of provocation, impatience, and curiosity, as if he was silently daring Joel to react.

Joel hesitated for a moment, eyeing the glass in his hand before glancing up at Tommy. His brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could say anything, the sound of the main doors swinging open cut through the air.

Everyone in the bar fell silent for a moment, their heads turning toward the entrance. And in that brief, tense silence, Joel’s heart skipped a beat, the mystery finally about to unravel.

Then you appeared in the doorway.

Oh, so that was the reason Tommy hadn’t told him. That was why actually no one had said anything. His ex had come back. What an event this is.

When Joel saw you, his heart shattered into pieces and sank deep within him. He froze in place, the noise around him fading into nothing as he focused solely on you. The anxious feeling inside him grew stronger with every passing second that his eyes stayed on you.

It had been half a year since you broke up. Joel had taken it in stride, acting like everything was fine. He’d been normal, never overreacting whenever your name came up in conversation. He didn’t dwell on it, didn’t let it affect him, at least, not when he wasn’t alone. But now, seeing you, it was like you triggered every single feeling he had buried. The sadness, the sense of loss, the anxiety, it hit him all at once.

He was fucked.

You looked so happy. Your laughter filled the air, a genuine smile that stretched from ear to ear, and you waved at everyone around you, completely at ease. Joel couldn’t help but pause for a moment, watching you, as his heart skipped a beat.

He had forgotten just how beautiful you were. The way your hair shimmered in the light, each strand looking soft and healthy, like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. The way your eyes sparkled with mischief, always so full of life. Your skin, smooth and glowing, like you had been kissed by the sun itself.

And then there was the scent. The fresh, citrusy aroma that always lingered around you. It was like a breath of fresh air, light and refreshing, yet comforting at the same time. And that’s when it hit him. Lemmy.

It was probably on your second or third date when you both decided to grab a coffee at a small café. Joe went for his usual black coffee, and you chose an iced lemon tea. As you were sitting at the table, chatting and laughing about random things, you took a sip of your tea, but you misjudged it, and the lemon tea splashed all over your white, cute, short dress.

Joe looked at you, his eyes widening a bit, and then he laughed. “I knew you had something tangy about you, but this is a whole new level…” he teased, nudging you playfully. Even though you felt a bit embarrassed, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

That was the moment he started calling you “Lemmy,” and it became something just between the two of you. From that day on, even though you wear perfume, you always smelled like lemon to him. And in that moment, he realized just how much he missed you, how much he still cared.

When your eyes met Joel’s, his heart raced, he didn’t know how to react. Whether to smile or wave. Instead, he just kept a stoic expression. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, and he could see how your nose twitched when you noticed him. There was definitely something in your eyes when you saw him, but it quickly faded when another man appeared behind you.

The man wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss on your cheek, and waved at everyone just like you had moments ago. Who the hell is this? Is he your—

Suddenly, the guy lifted your hand, and Joel’s gaze immediately locked onto the sparkling, large diamond on your finger. The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping, standing up from their seats, and some even made their way over to you, ready to congratulate you. But Joel stayed frozen. In that moment, the world around him shattered.

He saw nothing but darkness, his insides twisted, and he felt an overwhelming wave of nausea. Without another word, he set his glass down on the bar and headed straight for the bathroom. He needed to escape, from everything, from you.

Tommy handed Joel the whiskey from before, noticing how tense he had become. Joel’s hands were clenched into fists, his fingers pressed tightly against his mouth. His eyes, dark, filled with anger, made everyone who met his gaze look away, intimidated by the storm brewing inside him.

He didn’t even look at Tommy when he took the glass from his hand, lifting it to his lips in one quick, almost reckless motion. The liquid burned his throat as it slid down, but it didn’t even register to Joel.

“Get me another,” he growled, pushing the empty glass toward Tommy without meeting his eyes. There was no gratitude in his voice, no acknowledgment of Tommy’s effort, just raw need, the kind of need that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

Tommy hesitated for a moment, feeling the tension in the air, but sighed and took the glass to the bar. Joel’s gaze was fixed on you the entire time, his body trembling with a combination of nerves and something far darker. His foot tapped against the floor, restless, as if the anticipation of seeing you and that guy together was slowly eating him alive.

The sight of you laughing, the carefree way you interacted with everyone around you, it was almost like you weren’t the same person who had been so close to him. The way you were looking at that guy, with a smile Joel used to be the one to receive. It made his heart tighten in his chest. The way that guy touched you, the way he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, it wasn’t right. Joel’s mind screamed at him.

That guy had no right to be that close to you, no right to touch you, no right to kiss you. He hadn’t earned that, not the way Joel had.

“Here’s another—” Tommy’s voice broke through Joel’s thoughts, but it didn’t seem to register at first. Tommy placed the glass on the table, but Joel didn’t waste a second. He grabbed it and drank it down quickly, as if he could drown the feeling in his chest, as if the whiskey could erase the image of you with someone else.

“Whoa, easy there. You don’t want to get drunk while she’s here—” Tommy warned, but Joel barely registered the caution in his voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Joel snapped, his voice low and tight with frustration. He finally turned to face Tommy, his anger unmistakable. His eyes burned with the sting of betrayal, but it wasn’t about Tommy keeping the secret. It was about you, about the feeling that he had been kept in the dark.

“Because I thought it would be better this way,” Tommy sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor.

“Better? Exactly what do you mean by that?” Joel scoffed sarcastically, his voice thick with frustration and anger. “I just didn’t want you to suffer before she would even arrive…” Tommy’s words sounded like he was trying to justify himself, but Joel wasn’t buying it.

Joel shook his head in disbelief, biting the inside of his mouth to keep himself from saying something he might regret. “Uh-huh, sure,” he muttered, his tone dripping with mock agreement.

Every word Tommy said only made Joel more angry. The feeling inside him was a mixture of disappointment, hurt, and a complete sense of betrayal. And the worst part? Seeing you, happy and carefree, with someone else, someone who had the right to touch you in ways Joel didn’t anymore. The anger bubbled up inside of him, mingling with an overwhelming sense of regret.

“Heyy!”

The familiar voice immediately pulled both Joel and Tommy’s attention. Their heads snapped toward you.

The moment Joel saw you, something inside him softened. Seeing you in person after all this time, so close, looking even more beautiful than he remembered—it did something to him. His clenched jaw, his tense muscles, all of it eased, and for a second, the hard exterior cracked just enough for a faint smile to appear on his face.

“Hey,” Joel greeted back, his voice no longer carrying the anger from before. It was calm, warm, until he noticed him.

The man standing behind you, smiling just as wide.

And just like that, the warmth vanished. Joel’s blood boiled as he watched the guy place his hands on your waist, holding you so casually. His own fists curled tight, knuckles turning white. If he could, he’d land a punch right across his smug face.

“Heyy, so who are these people?” The guy asked, his hands casually gripping your sides as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Joel felt his teeth grind together.

You turned slightly, gesturing towards Joel first. “This is Joel, my ex-boyfriend.”

Joel only nodded stiffly, his eyes locked onto the guy with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

“Ah, hi! I’m Ted. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The man stepped forward, extending a hand toward Joel, but Joel barely even looked at it, making it very clear that he had no intention of shaking it.

“O-kay…” Ted awkwardly retracted his hand, turning his attention to Tommy instead.

“And this is Tommy, his brother.”

This time, Tommy shook Ted’s hand without hesitation, though he side-eyed Joel, knowing exactly what was running through his mind.

For a moment, silence settled between you and Joel. When your eyes met again, you swallowed the lump forming in your throat before offering him a warm, almost nervous smile.

Joel, despite every raging emotion inside of him, somehow found it in himself to return it, barely.

Then, of course, Tommy spoke.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

Joel’s stomach dropped.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled, glancing at Ted before turning back to the Miller brothers. “We were actually planning to have it this week. Here.”

Tommy’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Joel, meanwhile, clenched his.

“You’re getting married here? In Jackson?!”

You laughed, nodding. “I have good memories here.”

Your eyes flickered back to Joel, as if expecting him to say something. But Joel wasn’t smiling anymore. He looked away, jaw tight, chest heavy, his entire body suddenly feeling too hot, too restless.

You noticed and for the first time that night, your heart ached. You had a feeling, no, you knew, how hard this had to be for him. Seeing you again after all this time, not just with someone else, but with a ring on your finger. Six months wasn’t that long, yet somehow, you had moved on. Found someone. Got engaged.

Meanwhile, Joel had been alone.

You glanced at him, a quiet, almost apologetic look on your face. But if he noticed it, he didn’t show it. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes trained on the floor, on his drink, anywhere but on you.

“That’s amazing!” Tommy’s voice broke the moment, his excitement bursting through. “Oh man, this is gonna be the best, most unforgettable wedding in Jackson history!”

His eyes shone with genuine happiness, completely oblivious to the way Joel’s grip on his glass tightened.

Even after everything, after you and Joel fell apart, no one in Jackson had ever stopped caring about you. You were still the kind-hearted soul everyone adored. The one always willing to help, the one who rarely ever had conflicts with anyone. That was just one of the many things Joel used to love about you. And still do.

“We need to announce it to everyone—”

“Wait.”

You stopped Tommy before he could get too carried away with his excitement.

“I just got here. Let’s hold off for a bit.”

Tommy gave you a nod of understanding, but when his gaze shifted to Joel, his enthusiasm dimmed. The joy over your wedding seemed to fade the moment he saw his brother’s face.

“Hey, Ted, how about we grab a whiskey? My treat.”

Ted smiled, glancing at you for approval. When you gave him a small nod, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before following Tommy to the bar.

Just before he left, you caught Tommy’s eye and silently mouthed thank you. He gave a small nod in return. Once they were finally far enough away, you sat down across from Joel. He still wouldn’t look at you.

You took a slow breath, steadying yourself before speaking. “How have you been?” Your voice was gentle, filled with concern.

Joel pressed his lips together, inhaling deeply. He stayed quiet for a long moment before finally meeting your gaze.

“Fine.” His voice was firm, clipped. “You?”

You knew him too well. Knew that “fine” never really meant fine. You hesitated before answering, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “Fine,” you murmured, nodding slightly.

Joel nodded too. A meaningless, reflexive gesture. His fingers played absently with the empty glass in front of him, the calloused pads of his fingertips tracing invisible patterns against the rim.

Around you, the bar remained loud and full of life. Clinking glasses, muffled conversations, bursts of laughter. But at this table, there was only tension.

After a while, you finally exhaled, breaking the quiet.

“Joel, I didn’t come here to upset you or rub anything in your face.” Joel’s fingers twitched against the glass. His jaw tightened, and for a brief second, he shut his eyes, as if bracing himself.

You swallowed. “I came here—”

“To get married?”

The words were quiet, but there was an edge to them, sharp and bitter, like whiskey left too long on the tongue.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and unreadable beneath his furrowed brows. The grip he had on his glass tightened, but the rest of him was unnervingly still.

Your breath caught in your throat. You had expected this to be difficult, but not like this. Not the way his stare burned into you, not the way your heart twisted painfully at the sight of him like this.

Still, you refused to look away.

Joel clenched his jaw and went back to staring at the table, his fingers still absently tracing the rim of the glass. “Of all places…” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You sighed, rubbing your palms together anxiously. “Joel—”

“Why here?” he cut you off, his voice quieter now, but no less intense. He finally looked back up, his expression unreadable. “Why Jackson?”

You exhaled, your eyes dropping to the table. This was hard. For a moment, you questioned if coming here had been the right choice. Sitting across from the man who had once been your whole world, the man who had been the first to show you what love truly felt like, maybe this was a mistake.

Because now, sitting here in the dim glow of the bar, with the scent of whiskey lingering between you, you could see it. The hurt he was trying to mask behind that hardened expression. Joel wasn’t just mad. He was heartbroken.

But you steadied yourself, refusing to waver.

“I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

You looked up at him, Joel only scoffed, shaking his head. A humorless, bitter laugh escaping his lips. He didn’t believe you. Not for a second.

“Joel, just because we ended things doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you.”

It was the truth, and deep down, he knew it. He could feel it, not just in your voice, but in the way your body shifted when you spoke, the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, the way you hesitated before choosing your words.

Still, he huffed, leaning back in his seat. His fingers drummed against the wood of the table before clenching into a fist.

“Uh huh, sure.”

His arrogance stung. No, more than that, it pissed you off.

Your hands curled into fists beneath the table, your nails pressing into your palms. “You can’t be mad at me for moving on—”

“Six months.” His voice cut through yours, sharp and dripping with irony.

“In six months, you found someone new and got engaged.”

Joel let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head again, his lips curling into something that was neither a smile nor a frown.

“That doesn’t feel a little… sudden to you?”

There it was, that tone. That frustrating, infuriating, arrogant tone he always used whenever you fought. The one that made your blood boil. The one that made you want to slap that damn smirk off his face.

“Ted is a good man.”

Joel let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He leaned back in his chair, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. He looked like he was asking whatever god might be up there if this was some kind of sick joke.

“He would never hurt me.”

You defended your fiancé, your voice steady, despite the way Joel’s reaction made your stomach twist uncomfortably. Joel let out another laugh, but there was nothing amused about it.

“Never hurt you—did I ever hurt you?”

His voice was low, sharp. He leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes burned with something deep and dark, like you offended him.

“No, but I’m a priority to him.”

The words were out before you could stop them. Joel’s eyes flickered, something shifting in them, something raw. He held your gaze for a moment, his jaw tightening, before he finally looked away.

“You were my priority.”

It was barely more than a whisper, but it hit you like a punch to the gut. For a second, just a second, something in you wavered. But then you clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to stay firm, to remind yourself why you were here.

“Joel, it’s too late—”

“I’ve changed.”

His voice broke slightly, his desperation slipping through the cracks of his carefully maintained exterior.

“Whether you believe it or not, I have. I realized things, and—”

“Joel.” You cut him off, your voice quiet, but sharp. A warning.

“It’s too late.”

Joel inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around his glass before he finally let it go, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your words. He looked exhausted. Not just physically, but in a way that settled deep into his bones.

He regretted it. All of it. And if he could, you knew without a doubt, he’d turn back time. He’d fix everything. He’d do whatever it took to have you back. But it's too late.

“I know, Lemmy.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, rough and deep, like gravel scraping against pavement. It was almost lost in the noise of the bar, the clinking glasses, the distant laughter, the murmur of conversations, but you heard it.

You heard it damn well.

Hearing that name, your name, the one only he used, the one that belonged to a past you tried so hard to leave behind, hit you like a wave. It stirred something deep inside you, something bittersweet and painful all at once.

For a moment, you weren’t sitting in that bar, across from a man who wasn’t yours anymore. For a moment, you were back there.

Back in the warmth of his arms, back in those quiet nights when the world outside didn’t matter, when it was just the two of you, tangled together in whispers and laughter.

And just like that, the steel around your heart softened, just a little. You swallowed, forcing yourself to stay composed. But then you saw it.

A shimmer of unshed tears in Joel’s eyes. They didn’t fall, and maybe they never would, but they were there. Sitting heavy in his gaze, pooling just beneath the surface. Not that you could see them too well. Because he wasn’t looking at you.

His eyes were cast downward, glued to the table, to his hands, to anywhere but you. Like he couldn’t bear to meet your gaze. Like if he did, he might break completely.

You inhaled sharply, as if preparing to say something. Slowly, hesitantly, your hand inched forward, reaching for his. It was instinctive, like muscle memory.

You just wanted to touch him. To feel the roughness of his calloused skin against yours again, to squeeze his hand tightly, just once. Just to remind yourself that he was real. That this was real. But before your fingers could reach his, a voice broke through the thick tension between you.

“Hey, babe—man, I gotta say, the whiskey here is strong.” Ted’s voice was light, laced with laughter, completely oblivious to the storm raging between you and Joel. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was better that he had no possible idea what's going on. You forced a small smile as you turned to look at him.

“I know,” you murmured softly, the warmth in your voice carefully manufactured. Joel didn’t even glance up. Didn’t acknowledge him.

Ted, still blissfully unaware, chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Anyway, I think I’ll grab one more, and then we should go get settled in. Sound good?”

“Yeah… that sounds great,” you agreed, nodding.

He grinned, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before making his way back to the bar, rejoining Tommy.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Your hand, still frozen midair, curled into a loose fist before you let it drop back to your lap.

“So… is he good to you?”

Joel’s voice was steady, but the weight behind the question was anything but casual. His gaze locked onto yours this time, holding it with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

You hesitated for a second, needing a moment to compose yourself before letting out a small laugh. “Yeah… he’s really good to me,” you admitted, a soft smile tugging at your lips as memories of Ted flooded your mind, the little things he did, the way he made you feel.

Joel gave a slow nod, his lips pressing together. “That’s all that matters.” His fingers flexed, curling into a fist.

“What about you?” you asked, tilting your head. “Do you have someone?”

“No.”

It was a simple answer. Too quick. Too flat. You had already known the answer before you asked, but curiosity, or something else, pushed you to hear it from him.

“Don’t worry,” you tried to reassure him, offering a small smile. “You’ll find the right one.” Joel gave another slow nod, but this time, there was something behind it. Something unreadable.

“I think I already did.” The air in the room shifted. Your heart skipped a beat. The way he was looking at you, God help you. It was dangerous.

That small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, the way his eyes darkened ever so slightly, how his brows lifted just a fraction, it was too much.

You felt warmth creeping up your neck, a telltale flush blooming across your cheeks, and that familiar pulse between your legs, one that only Joel could create without even touching you.

You pressed your thighs together, shifting slightly in your seat as you cleared your throat. Everything suddenly felt too tight. The fabric of your clothes clinging to your skin, the air around you thick and heavy. All because of Joel.

“You okay?” His voice was innocent, as if he had no idea what he was doing to you, but that bastard knew.

“Yeah, I just… it’s warm in here.” You forced out a nervous laugh, willing yourself to act normal. Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve as you deliberately avoided his eyes, afraid that one more look at him would make it worse.

But it was already getting worse. The heat pooling between your legs was undeniable now, and you hated yourself for it.

Joel noticed. Oh, he fucking noticed.

His lips curled into a smirk, one that made your stomach tighten even more.

“You want some water?”

That damn drawl. That damn voice. Your eyes snapped to his for a second too long, and that was a mistake. His gaze was slow, deliberate, dragging over you like he was peeling away every layer, reaching right into your head and reading every damn sinful thought.

“N-no thanks,” you stammered, crossing your arms over your chest as if that would somehow protect you from whatever the hell this was. But Joel just hummed, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping lightly against the table.

Joel parted his lips, ready to say something. Something that lingered heavy on his tongue, something you weren’t sure you even wanted to hear. But before he could get a single word out, a loud “Whoops—shit—” cut through the air, and suddenly, you felt a body stumble against your chair.

Ted. Drunk off his ass. You barely caught him before he could topple right onto you, his weight throwing you off balance as you grabbed his arms.

“Jesus, Ted!” you hissed, steadying him as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Sorry, babe, I—whew, I think I had a bit too much.”

No shit.

Joel’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he watched the scene unfold. He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers twitching as if he had half a mind to yank Ted off you himself. But he didn’t, because he had no right to.

“Alright,” you sighed, helping Ted straighten up. “Time to get you to bed.”

Joel didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just sat there, watching, his expression unreadable. And you didn’t dare look at him as you guided Ted toward the door.

“Night, Joel,” was all you said before slipping outside, leaving him alone at the table. For a moment, Joel just sat there, his fingers gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Ayyyyy Joel!” Tommy. Just as drunk.

Joel turned his head slightly, watching his brother stumble toward him, a lazy grin plastered across his face.

“You look like shit,” Tommy slurred, plopping down in the seat across from him. Joel exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ.”

The morning light barely crept through the curtains, casting a dull glow over the room. Joel sat at the table, hunched over with his arms crossed, his fingers gripping his biceps so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked, his teeth grinding together as he stared blankly at the scratched wooden surface. He hadn’t slept. Not a damn minute.

His mind had been trapped in an endless loop, replaying last night over and over again. Your voice, your touch, the way your lips curled into that soft smile when you talked. And then, the final insult. Watching his own brother laughing, drinking, bonding with your fiancé like they were lifelong friends.

The frustration simmering inside him turned into full-blown anger the moment he heard the sound of heavy footsteps stumbling down the hall. A loud thud followed, a clear indication that Tommy had managed to walk straight into a wall.

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience already worn thin.

Tommy finally appeared, looking like absolute hell. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and his face pale with exhaustion. He groaned as he braced himself against the wall, rubbing his temples like he was trying to keep his skull from splitting open.

Joel’s eyes darkened as he watched him struggle.

“Isn’t that a little fucked up?” His voice was calm, but the bitterness in his tone was unmistakable.

Tommy blinked at him, still too dazed to fully register the question. “Huh?”

Joel pushed himself away from the table, standing up with slow, deliberate movements. “Last night. You got shitfaced with my ex’s fiancé. That doesn’t sit wrong with you?”

Tommy winced, rubbing his face as if that would somehow help him think clearer. But the weight of Joel’s words sank in quickly.

“Look—” he started, his voice hoarse, but Joel wasn’t in the mood to hear whatever excuse he was about to pull out of his ass.

“What, is he more important to you than I am?”

Tommy let out a long breath through his nose, looking away for a moment. “It’s my job to welcome new people.”

Joel let out a short, humorless laugh. “Welcome? You welcomed him by getting wasted and acting like he’s your new best damn friend?” His voice was rising, his frustration spilling over.

Tommy’s expression shifted. First defensive, then guilty. Joel shook his head, running a hand through his graying hair before muttering, “You know what? Fine. If he’s more important to you than your own brother, then go ahead. Enjoy your new drinking buddy.”

With that, he turned on his heel, already heading for the door.

Tommy scrambled forward, his hangover momentarily forgotten as he grabbed Joel’s arm. “Joel, wait—wait. I’m sorry, alright? I wasn’t thinking.” His voice was earnest now, the regret finally sinking in.

Joel hesitated, his body tense under Tommy’s grip. A long silence stretched between them before he finally exhaled through his nose. “Okay.”

But it didn’t sound like forgiveness. It sounded like Joel was too damn tired to argue anymore.

He pulled his arm free and walked out, leaving Tommy standing there, rubbing his face in frustration.

You had been in Jackson for a second day now. While you were busy enjoying yourself, Joel was completely fucked. And the worst part? You hadn’t even done anything. You just existed—and that was the problem.

Every time Joel saw you, it was like a punch to the gut. Memories crashed into him, relentless and unforgiving. He remembered the quiet nights by the campfire, watching the stars while your body curled up against his. He remembered your naked, warm body, pressed against his after sex. He remembered the way his hands traced the curves of your body, the way your breath hitched when he thrust into you, the way you moaned his name.

Good old days. Good didn’t even cover it. The kind of memories that made Joel’s dick twitch in his jeans.

The bar was alive with music and laughter, people drinking, talking, letting loose after another long day. Joel leaned against the counter, fingers wrapped around a glass he had barely touched. His gaze wasn’t on his drink. It was on you.

You were on the dance floor with Teddy, moving like you didn’t have a single care in the world. Spinning, swaying, jumping, every motion effortless, magnetic. Even in the chaos of the crowd, you stood out. The way your hair swayed with every movement, the way your clothes clung to your body like they were made just for you. The way your lips parted in laughter, the pure joy radiating from you.

Joel clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the glass.

He wanted to run straight to you, grab you, steal you away. To kiss you, hard, possessively, until you melted against him, until you gave in and kissed him back just as desperately. He could already feel the way your body would mold against his, the way your lips would part for him.

Every nerve in his body screamed at him to do it. To take what was his. But his morality was stronger. At least for now.

With a sharp exhale, Joel turned away from the dance floor and knocked back the rest of his drink in one go. The burn of the liquor didn’t even register; his frustration ran hotter. He let out a rough groan as he set the glass down, rubbing his fingers over his eyes, trying to ground himself. For just a moment, he let himself drift. But a moment was all he got.

“Hey!”

Your voice-soft, breathless from dancing-yanked him right back to reality. His body reacted before his brain did, his head turning toward you. And fuck, he couldn’t even stop himself from smiling.

A quiet hey slipped from his lips in return.

You leaned against the bar beside him, still catching your breath. “Water with lemon, please,” you told the bartender before exhaling deeply. Joel huffed a laugh.

“What?” you asked, eyes narrowing in playful confusion.

Joel shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “Lemon… just, never mind.”

You knew exactly where he was going with that. The realization made you laugh, lowering your gaze to the countertop.

“Yeah, I still like lemon,” you admitted softly, smiling to yourself.

Joel looked at you then, really looked at you. His eyes, dark and steady, held none of their usual guardedness. There was something raw there, something quiet but intense. Like he was searching for something in you. Like he was remembering.

And God, the way he was looking at you, warm, familiar, dangerous, sent a shiver down your spine. It was the kind of look that made your stomach tighten, the kind that made your chest feel too small for your racing heart.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were standing. Of the space between you. Thin, fragile, easy to cross.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

Joel’s voice cut through the moment like a blade, pulling you back to reality. You blinked, startled, as if waking from a trance. It took you a second to even process the question.

“Oh, um… we don’t really know yet,” you admitted, glancing toward Teddy. He was across the room, slow-dancing with an elderly woman, spinning her carefully with that goofy grin of his. You let out a soft laugh at the sight.

Joel followed your gaze, watching for a beat. But unlike you, he didn’t laugh. He just looked, expression unreadable, something flickering behind his eyes. Then, as if remembering himself, he finally tore his gaze away and turned back to you, forcing a small smile.

“He’s a real character, huh?”

You nodded, still smiling. “Yeah… he is.”

Joel’s eyes traced over your features, studying you like you were some kind of rare art piece he’d never get to touch again. His gaze lingered on the soft dimples that formed when you smiled, the curve of your nose, your long lashes, the smoothness of your cheeks, the swell of your chest, how your dress hugged every right place, fuck.

He tore his gaze away so fast it almost hurt, swallowing thickly. He prayed you hadn’t noticed. If you had, you didn’t show it. But how could he not look? You were impossible to ignore, the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. It wasn’t just Joel, hell, every guy in the damn bar had stolen a glance at you at some point tonight. They had good reason.

You were a fucking knockout.

Joel exhaled slowly, trying to regain control. “Remember that time we went fishing, and you almost fell in the river?” His voice came out steadier than he felt.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Almost? I did fall in the river. You laughed your ass off instead of helping me.”

Joel chuckled, the memory warming something deep inside him. “In my defense, it was funny as hell.”

“You are so lucky I didn’t drag you in with me.”

He smirked. “You tried. You’re just not strong enough.”

You playfully gasped, feigning offense. “Excuse me? I was so strong.”

Joel raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

You rolled your eyes, about to come up with some witty comeback, but the way he was looking at you suddenly changed. His playful smirk faded into something more serious.

“Listen,” he started, his voice dropping just a bit, becoming softer, steadier. His fingers tapped lightly against his glass as he searched for the right words. “I know things didn’t end the way they should’ve. And I know you’ve moved on but-“

Before he could finish, a familiar arm slid around your waist, pulling you in close.

“Hey, babe,” Teddy’s voice was laced with tipsy affection. You barely had time to react before he leaned in, pressing a warm, lingering kiss against your lips. Right in front of Joel.

Joel stiffened, every muscle in his body locking up as he watched. He forced himself to stay still, to not react, to not let his jaw tighten or his fists clench at his sides. But inside, he was burning.

You let out a startled squeal, eyes wide open as Teddy stole your breath away with the sudden kiss. It wasn’t bad, but the surprise had you momentarily stunned. By the time he finally pulled away, you were left breathless, blinking as you tried to process what had just happened.

“Wow…” you exhaled, regaining your composure. But then your gaze flickered to Joel. And oh, he was fuming.

He wasn’t outright glaring, no, but you knew him too well. The sharp clench of his jaw, the way his lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line, and the burning intensity in his dark eyes said it all. Jealousy. Pure, unfiltered jealousy.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen that look on his face. Joel had always been possessive, even when you were together. Any guy who so much as looked at you too long earned that same lethal stare. It didn’t matter if it was a stranger at the market, a coworker making polite conversation, or even the poor bartender who had the audacity to compliment your choice of drink.

And while sometimes it had been frustrating, having to remind him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, there was something about it that excited you. It was intoxicating, really.

Because Joel’s jealousy wasn’t just about control. It was about claiming. It was about the way he needed you, the way he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, touching you, making you smile. It was his way of saying she’s mine, without needing to speak the words aloud.

And right now, even though you were no longer his, even though time had passed and you were engaged to someone else, Joel still looked at you like he was ready to drag you away and remind you exactly who you used to belong to.

Heat pooled low in your stomach, the tension between you palpable. You could practically feel him burning holes into you, into Teddy’s arm still draped around your waist.

Teddy, completely oblivious to the brewing storm, just chuckled, swaying slightly from the alcohol in his system. “You okay, babe? Didn’t mean to surprise ya.”

You managed a small laugh, patting his chest. “Yeah, I’m good.” Joel scoffed. Low, barely audible, but enough to make you glance at him again.

And oh, the way his fingers curled against the bar, the way his shoulders tensed as if he was physically restraining himself from doing something reckless, something dangerous. You knew exactly what he was thinking. And God help you, but it thrilled you.

“Oh, hey Joel!” Teddy greeted him, as if he had only just noticed him standing there, as if Joel hadn’t been watching the whole damn time. His tone was casual, almost dismissive, making Joel look like an afterthought. Like he wasn’t even worth acknowledging until now.

Joel’s jaw flexed. His fingers twitched against the bar. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug, drunken grin off Teddy’s face.

But instead, he just nodded, a slow, forced acknowledgment. He refused to let himself look like a sulking idiot. “Teddy,” he replied flatly, voice rough with something unreadable. Then, just as quickly, his eyes were back on you.

And you felt it everywhere. That heat. That undeniable pull. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the way your thighs instinctively pressed together. But it was pointless, because that familiar ache was already blooming inside you, that unbearable pulse between your legs that only he could stir up. And that was the worst part was, that Teddy had never done this to you. Never made your body react with just a look.

Never made your skin prickle, never made your stomach twist with need, never made your breath hitch with anticipation. But Joel did it effortlessly. Whether he meant to or not.

It was as if you were drunk; quickly, scenes with Joel started to pop into your head. Twisted and passionate memories that, whether you liked it or not, you longed to experience again. Not with Teddy, with Joel.

You wanted to feel him inside you again, to feel him stretching you out, to feel his saliva, his lips, his muscular body, the scratch of his beard against your skin. The memories rushed in, vivid and intoxicating, taking over your thoughts like a flood.

Joel was watching you, and he couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in your behavior. His eyes quickly moved to your legs, specifically your thighs, which were pressed tightly together, trying to calm the pulsing between your legs.

Joel immediately knew what was happening. A devilish grin spread across his face as he locked eyes with you. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He knew what you were feeling.

“Well, I guess we should head out, huh?” Ted shook you gently, and you were a bit out of it, but nodded and mumbled in response.

You looked at Joel one last time, your face eager and full of desire, before you disappeared into the crowd, and then out of the bar.

Joel was in a trance. Not only did this boost his ego, but also brought pleasure to you, and his own hardness pressing against his pants. Unfortunately, everything had to be taken care of on his own, especially the last part.

He let out a frustrated breath, closing his eyes for a moment so he could still picture you, just for a little while longer, before ordering another drink.

It was late. Joel couldn’t even tell what day it was anymore, or how many had passed since you arrived. All he knew for certain was that tomorrow… tomorrow was your wedding. Some random asshole was about to take you from him. Marry you. Make you his. And Joel? He’d just stand there, watching, powerless. Hell, maybe Ted would even throw him a little smile while doing it.

Sleep had become a distant memory. Joel couldn’t recall the last night, since you came back, when he’d actually rested. Not more than twenty damn minutes. He was lying on his back, fingers laced together, resting on his stomach as he stared up at the ceiling like it held some kind of answer. It didn’t. The only thing up there was silence… and the ticking time bomb in his chest, waiting for tomorrow to detonate.

He kept going back and forth in his head, whether or not to even show up to the wedding. You’d invited him. You wanted him there. God knows why, but you did.

But was it really a good idea? Watching you walk down the aisle in that long, white dress, glowing, beautiful, looking like a dream, only to stand there among the crowd, not at the altar where he should be? Not the one reaching for your hands, not the one kissing you when it’s all said and done?

The thought alone made his stomach turn. It felt like all of his thoughts were eating him alive.

Gnawing, scratching, pulling at every piece of his sanity like starving wolves. He couldn’t close his eyes without seeing you. Couldn’t breathe without remembering how it used to feel when you were next to him. The ache in his chest was constant, a heavy pressure that no amount of alcohol or silence could ease.

And then, a knock.

Joel scoffed quietly, shaking his head with a bitter chuckle. Great. Now he was hallucinating. That was the next step, right? After days without sleep and with a heart falling apart. Maybe this was a dream. Or maybe he was finally losing it.

But then came a second knock. Clearer. More real.

He froze, eyes glued to the ceiling. He told himself it wasn’t real. Just a trick of the mind. But then—

“Joel? Are you home?”

His heart stopped. Your voice. He sat up so fast the world spun, legs tangled in the sheets as he scrambled toward the door, barely catching his balance as he slipped on the wooden floor. His breath hitched. No time to think. No time to panic. Just before unlocking it, he took a second to fix his hair and smooth his shirt. He had to look like he’d been asleep, cool, casual, unaffected.

But when he opened the door, the act fell apart.

You were standing there. Bare legs. Thin pajama shorts. An oversized T-shirt clinging to you from the cold, your arms wrapped tightly around your chest as you shivered, teeth chattering hard enough to echo. Outside, the snow fell in soft sheets. It had to be at least negative five.

“Jesus Christ—are you okay?” Joel’s voice cracked with disbelief and panic.

You nodded, barely. “C-c-can I come in?” you managed, breath visible in the frozen air.

“Yeah, shit, of course,” Joel stepped aside immediately, holding the door wide as you stumbled past him on trembling legs. “What the hell were you thinking? You could’ve frozen out there.”

He placed a hand on your back, gentle but firm, guiding you into the kitchen with urgency. His palm was warm, so warm it made you realize just how cold you were.

“Sit down, sit,” he said, pulling out a chair for you. Within seconds, he returned with a thick blanket, carefully wrapping it around your shoulders, tucking it in around you like he was afraid you’d fall apart if he didn’t.

“Tea with lemon?” he asked softly, though the ghost of a smile was already tugging at his lips.

You gave a quiet laugh, still shivering, your voice just a whisper. “Still my favorite.”

Joel chuckled too, just under his breath, and went to put the kettle on. He didn’t ask why you were there. Not yet. Part of him didn’t want to know, because if you said the wrong thing, if this wasn’t what he hoped it was… he wasn’t sure he’d survive it.

The silence in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. All that could be heard was the faint hum of the kettle heating the water and the sound of your teeth gritting together in a nervous rhythm.

Joel stood just a few feet away, watching you from behind. His eyes were fixed on the back of your head, his thoughts racing, though he didn’t dare speak. He wanted to know what was going on in your mind, but he wasn’t about to push you. Not now, not in this fragile moment.

Joel’s gaze flickered to the counter, where the kettle was just starting to steam. The sound of the water heating was the only thing breaking the silence. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers twitching at his sides, desperate to do something. But what could he do?

The kettle hissed as it came to a boil, and Joel’s eyes moved to it for a moment, as if distracted by the sound. He didn’t say anything. He just waited, the silence stretching on, knowing that eventually, things would have to be said. But for now, he didn’t know what to say, or if it was even his place to speak.

The room felt frozen in time, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance the only indication that the world outside still moved. Joel’s thoughts were racing, but his lips remained sealed, respecting the space between you.

“Here,” Joel said, placing the steaming mug of tea beside you and sitting down across from you. “Be careful, it’s hot,” he warned, watching as you reached for it. You glanced up at him and nodded, your hands slowly falling back into your lap.

You weren’t shaking anymore, looking a bit better, though your nose was still red from the cold. It was cute though, Joel couldn’t help but notice how that little splash of color made you seem even more delicate.

The kicthen was quiet again. The only sound was the soft hiss of the tea cooling, along with the occasional shift of your body as you tried to warm up. Joel watched you in silence, unsure of what to say. Something about your vulnerability made him hesitate.

After a few minutes, when the tea had cooled down and you’d almost finished it, you started to regain some color in your face and stopped shaking. The warmth from the drink seemed to finally be working its magic. Joel, however, had been quietly watching you, his gaze flicking between your shivering body and the empty mug in your hands. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“So, are you going to tell me what made you come here at this hour, in this weather, dressed like that?” He raised an eyebrow and gave you a pointed look, his eyes lingering on your pajamas, which definitely weren’t the best choice for a night like this. The cold air outside seemed to have crept in through the walls, but here you were, looking far too exposed in your soft, worn-out clothes.

You let out a long, frustrated sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. It took you a moment before you spoke, as if you were trying to find the right words, or maybe just gathering the courage to say it.

“I had a fight with Ted.” Your voice was small, almost trembling, and Joel’s eyes immediately flickered with a brief flash of joy, relief and hope. But when he saw how utterly crushed you seemed, the spark in his eyes quickly dimmed.

“Look, it’s just the typical pre-wedding stress—” Joel tried to reassure you, though his words were awkward, his attempt at comforting you not quite landing right. But before he could finish, you cut him off.

“No, this wasn't just some typical pre-wedding argument,” you said, locking eyes with Joel.

For a moment, it felt like time has stopped, as if you were peering straight into his soul. There was something raw in your gaze, an intensity that made him feel the weight of your words even more. It wasn’t just about the wedding, it was about something deeper.

“This was… more serious,” you added, your voice trailing off slightly as you lowered your gaze.

Joel’s heart tightened as he watched your expression shift, and without warning, he saw the first of your tears fall. They were slow at first, like they were hesitant to break free, but soon they started streaming down your cheeks.

Joel fought with himself, struggling not to reach out, not to pull you into his arms. It tore him apart to see you like this. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back. But he couldn’t take it anymore. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t comfort you right now?

He stood up from his seat, moving toward you, and as soon as you felt his presence, your arms instinctively wrapped around him, burying your face deep into his shirt and stomach. Joel didn’t care that your tears left a damp spot on his shirt, it was a small price to pay for being close to you again.

It felt… comforting. To have you so near, to be the one you turned to in this situation.

There was something reassuring about the fact that you came to him when you were at your lowest. He was the first person you thought of, the first person you wanted to see. That thought didn’t just swell his ego, it also gave him a quiet confidence. He still had a place in your heart, he was there, in the background, in some shadowed corner of your soul, but he was still there. And that was all that mattered to him.

Joel’s hand gently stroked the top of your head, his fingers running through your soft, voluminous hair. The motion was comforting, the familiar scent of whiskey and warmth surrounding you. It was everything you needed in this moment, knowing that he wouldn’t judge you, that he was there for you, and that he wouldn’t leave until he was certain you were okay.

You took a deep, shaky breath, pulling away slightly from him, your hands quickly wiping away the tears. Joel knelt down in front of you, bringing his face level with yours. His wolf eyes, stared into yours as his hands cupped your cheeks gently, guiding your gaze to meet his.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispered softly, his thumb brushing across your cheek as he wiped away the last tears. His touch was reassuring, grounding you in the moment, as if his presence alone could erase all your worries.

His voice, his face, everything about him was so sincere, so convincing. You simply nodded, your heart swelling. Before you could say anything else, Joel pulled you into a tight embrace. One hand rested at the back of your head, the other wrapped securely around your back.

It wasn’t just an ordinary hug of comfort; there was something much deeper. Joel was telling you without any words, how much you meant to him, how much he misses you, and how he would drop everything just for you. His embrace spoke volumes that words couldn’t quite capture, a silent promise that he was here, fully present, and never truly gone.

“I… can I…” The words were hard to say, not because you were pressed so tightly against his chest, but because you were still questioning yourself, wondering if it was the right thing to do.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Joel’s eyes widened in surprise. He slowly pulled his hands from your body, sliding them down to your shoulders, gently moving you just enough to see your face. He tried to read something in your glassy, red eyes, but it was difficult. Your emotions were tangled up, impossible to decipher at that moment.

“Of course, Lemmy,” he replied softly, offering you a warm, reassuring smile. You smiled back, the gesture comforting, but there was something more lingering in the air, something unspoken between you two.

If things were different, Joel might have leaned in and kissed you deeply. A soothing kiss to tell you that everything will be okay. But he held back, not wanting to cross a line, not wanting to be a fucking asshole, that will destroy your wedding.

“You can sleep upstairs,” Joel said as he got up from his knees and pointed upward. You nodded, standing up, carefully peeling the blanket off and folding it over the chair. Following Joel up the stairs, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. The t-shirt and sweatpants shaping his body perfectly. It was a long time ago since you saw him naked, and fuck, deeply in your head, you wanted to restore the memory.

“Here… you can wear this,” Joel said, as you both reached the room. He pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants from the drawer, neatly folded in a pile, and handed them to you.

“Thank you,” your voice was soft as you took the clothes, your fingers slightly brushed against his. The spark between your skin was electric, and for a brief moment, everything felt too close.

Joel cleared his throat, trying to break the akward silence, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, um… if you need anything, I’ll be downstairs,” with thosw words, Joel walked around you, ready to leave. But before he could, you quickly grabbed his biceps. His eyes shifted from your hand to your face, his eyebrows raised in confusion and surprise.

“Pleade, stay,” you said, your voice tinged with desperation. You were so hopeless, that you just asked your ex to stay in the same room at night. It was fucking insane, but Joel was even more out of his mind for actually agreeing.

As you began to change, Joel quickly turned his back. It felt strange, he’d seen you naked countless times before, in far more awkward and vulnerable situations. But this time, he couldn’t shake the need to turn away. It wasn’t about modesty; it was the weight of everything that had changed between you.

Still, his male instincts kicked in, and despite his effort to be polite, he couldn’t resist peeking over his shoulder. The sight of you took his breath away.

You looked even more stunning than he remembered. Your skin was glowing, smooth and fresh, and even from a distance, he could smell the faint lemony scent that seemed to cling to you. His throat went dry as he swallowed hard, and he immediately forced his eyes back to the front, as if doing so would somehow erase the image from his mind.

But it didn’t. In fact, all of his blood seemed to rush into his dick, feeling himself hardening against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Right now, he cursed himself for not wearing underwear.

Joel threw his head back, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. He focused on his breathing, desperately trying to regain control, but his body had other ideas.

His thoughts raced, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop his body from responding. He silently cursed, wishing his mind and his body would sync up, but, unsurprisingly, it didn’t happen.

“Okay,” you said, your voice cutting through the tension, signaling that you were finished changing.

Joel slowly turned around, his gaze drifting down from your feet, slowly taking in the soft curve of your legs, then moving upward, pausing for a moment as he reached your face. His eyes lingered for a moment longer than necessary, before quickly breaking the stare and forcing himself to look away.

“Alright, I’ll go grab the blanket for myself,” Joel said, nodding as he turned away to leave. But just as he took a step, you spoke again, your voice stopping him.

“Why?” you asked, your tone genuinely confused. Joel froze in place, his body tensing. He slowly turned around to face you, unsure of how to interpret your question.

For a moment, he just stared at you, trying to figure out if you were being serious or if it was just some sarcastic remark. His gaze lingered on you, trying to read the expression on your face, but there was no hint of irony or playfulness in your eyes. You seemed genuinely puzzled.

When Joel realized you weren’t joking, he shifted nervously. His hands instinctively moved to cover his growing erection, trying to be as discreet as possible, hoping you wouldn’t notice. He cursed himself for his body’s reaction, but he couldn’t help it.

“You… you’re not going to sleep in bed with me?” The question fell from your lips before either of you could think about it. It was blunt, straightforward, and as soon as the words left your mouth, both of you were caught off guard.

Joel’s body went completely still. It was like time froze for a second. His eyes widened, and his mind scrambled to make sense of your words. He genuinely thought he must be imagining all of this. His thoughts were racing, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt thick and charged.

“Do you want me to?” Joel asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he genuinely sought your answer.

You hesitated for a moment. He was basically giving you one last chance to back out, to say no and keep things from getting even more complicated. It was like he was offering you an escape, a way to avoid making everything worse. But you chose to push forward, testing fate.

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. Joel let out a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

It definitely wasn’t the 'right' decision, but it was what you wanted.

You slid into the bed and pulled the covers over yourself, the warmth of the blanket comforting against the tension in your chest. Joel followed, slowly settling behind you.

“Good night,” you whispered, your voice soft, and Joel replied in a deep, quiet tone, his words almost a murmur in the silence. You turned your back to him, but your eyes were open. You couln't sleep, you didn't want to.

For a moment, Joel lay there, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing. His mind couldn’t quite catch up with what is happening. Was he really here, in this bed, with you again after everything? The reality of the situation hit him, and he lay there motionless, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his chest.

But then he turned, his eyes fixed on you even though your back was facing him. He missed that, the scent of citrus in his bed, a smell he hadn’t realized he longed for until now.

Even with your back to him, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, intense and unrelenting. You didn’t dare to turn around, knowing that if you did, things would never be the same between you. You focused on the idea of sleep instead, trying to block out the thoughts racing in your mind.

Tomorrow was your big day, the one you’d been looking forward to with the best man in the world. And yet, you found yourself lying in your ex’s bed. Great. But you didn’t want to think about that. You just wanted to sleep, hoping you wouldn’t wake up looking like a complete zombie.

You shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. But with each small movement, you found yourself inching closer to Joel, until there was barely any space between you two. It got so close that your ass brushed against his erection.

He closed his eyes, holding his breath, praying that you wouldn’t move again. The air between you two was thick with tension, his mind spinning with a thousand thoughts, none of them good.

But you did move again. You kept adjusting, trying to get comfortable, unaware, or perhaps fully aware, of the effect it had on him. With each movement, you teased him more and more, rubbing against him in a way that only made things worse.

Then you felt it. The unmistakable pressure. The heat of his reaction. It hit you all at once, and everything clicked into place. Your stomach dropped as you realized it.

With a sharp gasp, you turned quickly, putting some space between you. Your heart raced, and the shame burned in your cheeks.

You stared at him, a mix of disgust, surprise, and anger flooding your face. “Joel, what the fuck?!” you hissed under your breath, careful not to wake the neighbors, but making sure your frustration was clear.

He rubbed his face with his hand, as if trying to erase the embarrassment that had suddenly washed over him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he murmured, his voice soft against his palm, before he lowered it to his side and met your gaze. “I can’t control it, especially not when you’re doing… what you’re doing.

You pursed your lips, offended, your brow furrowing in disbelief. “And what exactly am I doing? I was just trying to get comfortable!”

Joel let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes for a moment, shaking his head in amusement. He looked at you with a teasing grin, almost mocking you. “Sure you were.”

Your anger flared, and with a sharp breath, you turned your back to him again, refusing to look at him any longer. You had your eyes shut tightly, the anger seeping into your blood, sinking deep into your body like an unwelcome weight. How the hell could that asshole even think that-

But then, suddenly, something shifted. Your muscles, tense and wound tight with rage, began to loosen, and the anger, while still there, didn’t grip you as hard. You opened your eyes slowly, the shift in your thoughts catching you off guard.

And then it hit you.

You remembered how Joel used to act in sour presence back in the day, how every small movement you made, every accidental brush of your body, would send him spiraling. He couldn’t help himself. He’d stiffen, his eyes would burn with that intensity, and you’d know, without a word, that he was consumed by desire. You’d seen it countless times: a slight touch, a momentary glance, and there he was, completely undone.

But now, you were with someone else.

You closed your eyes again, the realization bitter in your chest. You were engaged now. You had a fiancé, a man who was calm, steady, neutral. He didn’t react to you like that. He didn’t make your skin burn with that same, reckless intensity. With him, it was different. Safe. Predictable.

But Joel… Joel was still Joel. And even now, every time you were close to him, you could still feel the shift. The way his body reacted at the slightest sign of proximity. The way his eyes darkened, the way he couldn’t help himself, even if he was no longer yours. It was like a reflex.

And that thought, that realization, made everything feel so much more complicated. You were about to marry someone who didn’t make you feel the same rush of emotions, who didn’t make your body ache with tension the way Joel could with just a look. But was that enough? Was that really what you wanted?

“Fuck it.”

Without thinking, without considering the consequences, you spun around quickly, your body moving almost on instinct. In that moment, everything else faded away, the thoughts, the circumstances, the guilt, and you pressed your lips to Joel’s, hard and urgent. The kiss was raw, intense, filled with all the pent-up desire you had been trying to bury since the moment you set foot back in Jackson.

Joel was caught off guard at first. He let out a low, confused growl, clearly unsure of what was happening, but that hesitation didn’t last long. The moment his hands found their way to your body, they pulled you closer with a force that made your breath catch. His large hands gripped your back, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you tightly against him, and you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed him with a desperation you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just passion. It was more. It was a storm of emotions, a whirlwind of regret, longing, and something deeper, something you had been trying so hard to forget, but it was still there.

The way he kissed you was familiar, as if nothing had changed. His lips, his touch, his scent, they were all the same, and yet everything felt so different now.

You knew, deep down, that you’d regret this. You knew that the guilt would hit you in waves as soon as this moment was over. You’d lie awake later, berating yourself, torn between the man you were supposed to marry and the man who still held so much power over you. But yet, you still couldn't stop yourself from creating a total disaster.

You wanted this. You needed this. Even if it meant facing the consequences later.

Your fingers found his hair, messy and thick beneath your touch, and you didn’t hesitate, you gripped it tightly, pulling, scratching at his scalp with a need you didn’t even try to hide.

The low, breathy whimper that escaped Joel’s throat sent a pulse straight through your body. God, that sound, so raw, so desperate, it only made you want more.

Your core throbbed, a slow, aching rhythm between your thighs, growing stronger every time your tongue met his. It was like every brush, every swirl of his tongue against yours, set off another wave of heat that rippled through your whole body. And Joel…Joel was lost in it. Completely, entirely, deliciously lost in you.

He kissed you like he was starving. Like he hadn’t tasted anything real in years and now you were the only thing that existed. Every movement was hungry, almost frantic, but underneath it all was something deeper.

He had dreamed of this. Not just the sex—though, God, yes, the sex—but you. All of you. Your voice, your touch, the way your body pressed into his like you belonged there. Joel had spent countless nights thinking about you. Wishing for you. Wanting you back in ways he never dared say out loud.

And now? Now, it felt like every single one of those wishes had come true.

If you asked him what he wanted under the Christmas tree, it was you. If you asked him what he wished for when he blew out the candles on his birthday cake, it was you. Every damn time. Always you.

And tonight, you gave him that gift. Unwrapped, raw, trembling in his arms. You gave him something he’d longed for in silence for far too long, and he couldn’t have been happier.

You could feel it in the way his hands moved over your body, reverent but greedy, like he still couldn’t quite believe you were real. That you were here. That he got to have this, just once more.

Neither of you knew when or how your clothes had disappeared. It was a blur—hands, lips, breathless gasps—and now you were both completely bare, tangled in each other, your skin pressed against his, warm and electric.

You were straddling him, your thighs resting on either side of his hips, and Joel looked up at you like you were something divine. His rough hands roamed your body as if memorizing every curve all over again, while his lips found the tender skin of your neck. He kissed, nipped, and finally bit, just hard enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he groaned against your throat, his voice deep, low, and raw, hungry. That sound alone sent a shiver rolling straight down your spine.

You whimpered softly, overwhelmed, your hands buried in his hair, clinging to him as his fingers curled around your breast, teasing your nipple between calloused fingertips. It was too much. Too much and not enough all at once. His touch had your entire body aching, trembling in anticipation, and yet… you hadn’t even really started.

Joel pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with something wild and unspoken. There was tension there, but also something vulnerable. Like he wasn’t sure if this was real. If you were real.

But looking at your eyes and the way you bit your lips, it was all he needed. This answers all his questions.

His hands gripping your waist tighter, helping your body lowering into his. You hissed, gripping his shoulders as he slowly pushed himself into you.

“Easy Lemmy, easy” his voice made you relax and open up more. Joel always knew what works on you, how to make you wet, and he didn't even need to ask.

When you were finally submerged to the base, Joel gave you a second to catch your breath. He was very accommodating, because if he was in charge, he would have been pumping you head over heels a long time ago.

Then, you started moving. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, intense, and electric. Every motion was filled with something more than just lust. There was history here. There was pain. There was love, buried deep beneath layers of old wounds. You held on to him like you were afraid the moment might vanish if you let go. And as your bodies moved together, everything else fell away.

You knew you’d regret this. But right now? You didn’t care.

Your bodies moved in sync, slow and heavy, like the world outside that room had stopped spinning. There was nothing but you and him, your breath hitching, his hands guiding, your skin sliding against his as your hips rocked together with increasing urgency.

Joel’s head tilted back against the pillow, jaw clenched, eyes fluttering shut as he gripped your waist harder, grounding himself in the feeling of you. “Jesus…” he muttered, voice hoarse and cracked. “You feel… fuck, you feel like home.”

That word hit you somewhere deep. Home.

You hadn’t felt that in so long. Not really. And now, here you were, drowning in it, in warmth, in memory, in him.

You leaned down, kissing him again, this time slower. Your lips moved lazily over his, but everything underneath was anything but calm. His hands slid up your back, fingers digging in like he didn’t want to lose you again. Like holding you tighter would make time stop.

Your rhythm grew faster, more desperate. The room was filled with breathless gasps, with the sound of skin against skin, with the quiet creaks of the mattress as the tension built between you like a storm.

He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and you knew, he was completely undone. But not just by your body. By the feelings he never let himself say out loud. The pain. The want.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, breath trembling as one hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone like you were something fragile.

“Joel” you whined, your body trembling now too, that familiar tightening beginning to coil deep in your stomach. You buried your face into his neck, whimpering as the pleasure climbed, built, flooded every nerve in your body.

And then, it crashed.

Your whole body arched into him as the wave overtook you, your core tightly clenched around him, every muscle in your body tense, your legs trembling. Soft cries falling from your lips as Joel held you through it, whispering your name like a prayer.

A few moments later, you felt him follow, his body tensing beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as a groan ripped through his chest, filling you up, bursting everything into you, every last drop. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged.

And then… stillness.

Just your heartbeats. Your sweat-slick skin pressed together. Your fingers tangled in his hair. The mix of yours and Joel's liquid running from your swollen core, down to his veiny dick.

You didn’t say a word. Neither did he. But in the silence, the weight of what you’d just done settled between you. And somehow… it made everything feel even heavier.

You were both breathless, struggling to steady your breathing. Joel still had his arms wrapped around you tightly, his chest rising and falling against yours. You were so small compared to him, his body practically enveloped yours, his hairy arms covering almost all of your bare back like a shield.

It felt safe. Too safe.

And that’s what made it all feel so fucking wrong.

Once your senses slowly returned and you regained enough strength, you gently peeled yourself away from him. Both of you exhaled, a strange mix of relief and discomfort, as the cool air hit your naked skin. You laid back down next to him, eyes fixed on the wall, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders like it could hide you from the guilt that was already swallowing you whole.

You fucked everything up.

Tomorrow, you were supposed to get married. To Ted. Sweet, steady Ted who would never hurt you. And yet here you were—naked, breathless, and sore in your ex’s bed.

Just a week ago, you’d looked into Ted’s eyes and promised him nothing would happen. That Joel was the past. A closed chapter. That you didn’t feel anything for him anymore.

But then you kissed him. You started it. You wanted it.

This wasn’t Joel’s fault. It was yours. Every goddamn bit of it. It was your idea to get married in Jackson. Your idea to let Joel crash in the same bed with you. Your idea to close that tiny distance and press your lips to his like it meant nothing. You ruined everything over one stupid fight.

Joel could feel the shift in the air. He watched the way your eyes darted back and forth, your silence louder than anything you could have said. The slight shimmer at the corners of your eyes didn’t go unnoticed either, and that was when he knew.

This wasn’t good.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

You pressed your lips into a thin, unreadable line and gave a small nod. He didn’t buy it. Not even for a second.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, too afraid that if you opened your mouth, your voice would crack under the weight of everything crashing inside you. Talking meant facing it. Naming it. And you weren’t ready for that.

Joel felt awful. Helpless. He knew it wasn’t really his fault, but that didn’t stop the guilt from creeping in. He could’ve stopped it. Could’ve said no. Could’ve pulled away. But he didn’t. Because the truth was, the need to feel you again had drowned all logic.

But now? Seeing you like this—silent, curled in on yourself, barely holding it together—it broke him.

He wanted to reach out. Hold you. Kiss your forehead. Say something. But he didn’t dare. He was terrified you’d push him away. And after losing you once already, he didn’t think he could survive it again.

The room was quiet. Only your breathing and the faint, chaotic rhythm of your hearts filled the space between you. And then-

“The wedding—”

“I don’t know, Joel,” you snapped, voice cracking as your hands slammed against your face. “I don’t fucking know. I just ruined everything.”

Silence.

Then a soft breath from Joel and one word, quietly, almost painfully, murmured under his breath.

“…Yeah.”

You both laid there in silence. The kind of silence that weighs heavy on your chest, like the air itself knew what you did.

Guilt clung to your skin like sweat. Wrapped around your limbs like a chain. And yet… neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. Neither of you said sorry.

Because the truth was, you didn’t regret it. Neither did he. You should have. God knows you should have. But you didn’t.

Because the want was still there. The need. Because somewhere deep down, in places you tried to bury long ago, you still wanted him, and he still wanted you.

Whether you’d ever face it or not, something between you was still burning.

Quiet. Dangerous. Alive.

And it wasn’t going out anytime soon.

Phew, thank you so much for reading! I know this was hella long again, but honestly, writing something short is a miracle for me😝

Still, I’d love to hear any feedback—whether it’s a comment, a reblog, or anything else!

If you’d like to be tagged in my future fics, don’t hesitate to let me know! Same goes if you have any ideas or would like to see another chapter!

Wishing you a lovely day

Love u!🌸💗

[thebekerslegecy]

👑 MEDIEVAL MODS + CC | The BEKER LEGECY

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[kittymeow03]

Sea, Swallow Me (Chapter 1)

Hello! This is going to be my first longform fanfiction! I am very excited to write this and I am absolutely brimming with ideas! Updates will be irregular, but I will try and post as often as I can! Kudos and comments are greatly appreciated! Cross read on AO3 here! Go follow @/SaltiSochi and @/sofftxddies on twitter! They helped me proof read and they produce fantastic work

This isn’t how I should go.

Ryomen’s thoughts were muddled, the chill of the sea surrounding him as if he was just an infant in a corpse’s womb. Cold, he felt a burning in his lungs as his unfocused gaze followed a trail of bubbles leaving his nose. 

I am better than this.

His body couldn’t move, sinking further into the cold, unforgiving sea. He could feel his consciousness slipping, the faint glow of the burning ship now just a blip as he continued to sink. As his eyes slid closed for what he assumed to be the final time, he didn't register a pair of arms looping firmly around his torso, up under his armpits, and dragging him upwards…

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England. 1680. 

The streets of London were busy, crowded with the stench of human filth and warm bodies. Everything was incredibly loud, the sound of carriages rolling over the cobble streets, people laughing, beggars crying for food or gold, con-artists selling the next miracle elixir. Ryomen despised them all. Nuisances. Leeches. The whole bunch of them. He walked through the streets, a permanent glower on his face as he worked his way between the various small crowds. Being tall and nothing but muscle, it made it easy for him to cut through the people. They parted like the sea he so loved–the sea that was unforgiving and cruel, the one he grew up on. The sea was the only thing he respected in this world. 

A soft sigh left his parted lips as he stood in front of his destination: an alley. It was dim, but Ryomen walked into the darkness without a care. He never really cared about much regardless. Walking past a few wooden crates, he stopped in front of a closed door. Rapping his tattooed knuckles on the old wood, the little judas window quickly snapping open. Ryomen was faced with an eye, dark and glaring at him.

“Password?” The voice on the other end of the door spoke, low and gruff from years of smoking.

Ryomen let out a soft grunt, eyebrows twitching with light irritation. “Pot-Valiant.”The man behind the door slid the judas window closed. The clinking of locks could be heard after. The heavy wooden door then swung open, revealing a warm and dim interior of a bar. Ryomen sighed, stepping inside and taking his usual spot at the bar. 

The tavern was cozy, candles casting a yellow illuminated glow throughout the old rustic space. Old wooden floorboards creaked under the barmaids' feet as they stepped about serving customers, the sound of men laughing and slurring their words filling Ryomen’s ears. It was all so…annoying. He tapped the bar top, signalling over a bartender who plopped down his usual glass of whiskey. Ryomen glanced at the amber liquid, picking up the glass in a large hand before taking a swig. Finally, some relief. He could feel the burn down his throat, the familiar woody taste heavy on his tongue. Now finally satiated with a drink cradled in his warm palm, he finally let his eyes begin to wander about the small tavern to really take in the blubbering drunkards making fools of themselves. As much as he hated most people, it was quite entertaining to see drunks operate in a way that made them out to be idiots. Trying to flirt with women, who were very not interested, but the men were too far gone to even notice. His eyes eventually settled on a man sitting in the back of the tavern. Long dark hair, almond eyes, and an aura that just screamed bad news. Ryomen was pretty good at sussing out someone's intentions, and this man, who had noticed Ryomen and was now approaching, was bad company. 

The man sat down beside him, long hair pulled back to show a large horizontal scar along his forehead and a false smile on his face. It made Ryomen grunt, eyes locked firmly on his drink to avoid talking to the stranger. However, it seemed that lady luck had other plans for him.

“You’re Ryomen Sukuna, are you not?”

The stranger asked in a faux friendly tone, peering at him as he rested his chin on his palm. An inaudible sigh passed Ryomens lips, reluctantly looking up with an annoyed furrow in his eyebrows. 

“It depends,” was all he said. Ryomen was a man who valued privacy, especially his own. 

The stranger just laughed, a smile spreading across his face. “It really is you, then. You can call me Kenajku.” Kenjaku continued to smile at Ryomen, making him grimace a bit. This guy was strange. “Anywho-” Kenjaku hummed, waving a dismissive hand. “I was hoping I would eventually run into you, you know. You are quite infamous.” 

Ryomen glared, a frown gracing his strong features. “...Are you trying to flatter me?” He asked, which provoked a laugh from Kenjaku. 

“So I take it flattery won’t work on you then? Understood.” He smiled, tapping his fingers against his own angular cheek. “However, I am not bothering you just to try and flatter you. I actually have something that I believe you would find of interest.” Ryomen sipped his whiskey, glancing down at the glass in his hand as he took in Kenjaku’s words. On one hand, this stranger could be trying to screw him over, to get him into the hands of the police and reap the hefty bounty on his head. On the other…it could be actual information, information that could greatly benefit him. “You’re telling me this, why?” Ryomen asked, looking over to Kenjaku who merely continued to smile that sickly sweet smile. 

“I see you’re not too trusting, but I won’t take any offense to it.” He mused gently. “You see, there is a ship getting ready to leave port tomorrow evening. It has some cargo I believe you’d find quite interesting.” 

Kenjaku pulled out a piece of fresh parchment, ink scribbled on one side. Ryomen watched as it slid over the bartop to him, briefly glancing down at the writing. 15 spools of silk

Turmeric

Saffron

Ginger

Zedoary

10 ounces of gold

30 ounces of silver.

Good lord. Ryomens eyes widened slightly as he briefly scanned over the page. There was more scribbling but they were words he didn't quite understand, along with a stamp from the royal family. 

“This…” Ryomen was rendered nearly speechless for the first time in a long time. It appeared to be an authentic order in his eyes. 

Kenjaku just continued to smile, staring at Ryomen. “If you agree, I will give you more details. Everything on the ship is yours..as long as you sink that ship and everyone on board once you’re done.” His voice grew lower, his dark eyes glittering in the warm candle light. 

Ryomen grumbled lightly, watching as Kenjaku took back the parchment and waved it tauntingly in front of his face as if he were some stray dog getting enticed with a prime cut of steak. After taking another deep swig of his whiskey and rubbing his chin briefly, he nodded his head. 

“Okay…as long as this isn’t some elaborate setup,” he said. “If it is, I will come back and kill you myself.” 

Kenjaku just laughed. “Why would I ever want to cross the Great King of the Seven Seas?” He almost said in a sing-song voice, placing the parchment into Ryomen’s waiting palm, along with another small rolled up parchment.

“Here. That is more in depth details about the docking of the ship and what you’re looking for.” Kenajku stood, putting his hands in his pockets casually. “Remember the other end of the deal. You are to sink that ship.” 

With that, Ryomen watched as Kenjaku slipped out of the tavern. His eyes glanced down to the rolled up parchments in his hand, running his thumb over the delicate fibers with a soft huff. Polishing off the rest of his whiskey, he stood up from the barstool. 

Looks like he has a ship to plunder and burn. 

[varldsormr]

※》t: hotsprings & cold hearts // starter 2

"To the right, in back."

He speaks with an absent muted rumble to his hum, directing the other without looking towards the back-end sideroom of the old logwood storage, all the whilst his own hands and arms busy themselves shifting a crate of brennivín from the floor onto a rustic, homefashioned countertop, with a gentle grunt and thump as it sets against the wood. It'd taken a few vigorating trips to and fro the city through the mountain to bring it all here in preparation for the next few nights, but now this crate was merely one of various liquors (and other provisions) to make its home amongst his stock.

Whether or not it was enough remained to be seen. And whether or not the selection would prove satisfactory - he must begrudgingly submit to the judgement of his guests, whose footsteps he listens to idly as they shuffle and rummage somewhere behind--

[mariateresaeliapivetta]

The Timeless Charm of Brocante: Why We Love This Vintage-Inspired Style

When it comes to interior design, few styles capture the romance and nostalgia of the past quite like Brocante. Rooted in French culture, the term “brocante” refers to flea markets or second-hand goods, yet its essence transcends simple thrift shopping. Brocante is an artful mix of vintage elegance, rustic charm, and a touch of whimsy that creates a warm, lived-in atmosphere. But why does this style resonate so deeply with design enthusiasts? Let’s dive into the world of Brocante and uncover its enduring appeal.

What Defines Brocante Style?

At its core, Brocante style is about breathing new life into old treasures. It thrives on the beauty of imperfection, celebrating items that show the passage of time. Think antique furniture with distressed finishes, mismatched dinnerware with delicate patterns, weathered textiles, and handmade details.

Brocante isn’t about creating a flawless, museum-like environment. Instead, it embraces a curated, eclectic look where each piece has a story to tell. Key elements of Brocante interiors include:

Vintage Furniture: French armoires, wooden dining tables with chipped paint, or upholstered chairs with faded fabrics.

Soft Color Palettes: Muted tones like white, beige, pastels, and soft greys dominate the color scheme, creating a serene and cohesive atmosphere.

Decorative Accessories: Chandeliers, ornate mirrors, vintage clocks, and delicate porcelain or ceramic items.

Natural Materials: Linen, cotton, aged wood, and wrought iron bring texture and authenticity.

Why Do People Love Brocante Style?

1. Nostalgia and Sentimentality

Brocante offers a connection to the past, reminding us of simpler times. The style evokes a sense of history and craftsmanship, often lost in mass-produced modern design. Each item feels like a treasure, full of character and charm.

2. Sustainability and Upcycling

In a world increasingly aware of environmental impact, Brocante’s emphasis on repurposing and reusing is not only appealing but also ethical. By giving old items a second life, this style promotes sustainable living while creating unique and personal interiors.

3. A Warm and Inviting Atmosphere

Brocante interiors are inherently cozy. The use of aged materials, soft lighting, and layered textures makes spaces feel welcoming and lived-in. Unlike minimalist styles, Brocante thrives on personality and comfort.

4. A Celebration of Individuality

No two Brocante spaces are alike. This style encourages creativity and self-expression, allowing homeowners to mix and match pieces that reflect their personal taste. Whether it’s a flea market find or a cherished family heirloom, every item has its place.

5. A Romantic Aesthetic

With its delicate details, ornate decorations, and emphasis on softness, Brocante is undeniably romantic. It appeals to those who dream of rustic French cottages, rose-filled gardens, and the charm of provincial life.

How to Incorporate Brocante Into Your Home

You don’t need to overhaul your entire home to embrace Brocante style. Here are some simple ways to start:

Shop Vintage and Flea Markets: Look for unique pieces like wooden crates, vintage picture frames, or enamel kitchenware.

Mix Old with New: Combine antique furniture with modern accents to create a balanced and harmonious space.

Embrace Imperfections: Don’t shy away from scratches, faded fabrics, or chipped paint – they add authenticity.

Focus on Textures: Layer linens, rugs, and cushions for a cozy, tactile feel.

Add Personal Touches: Display collections, photographs, or handmade crafts to make the space your own.

In Conclusion

Brocante style is more than just an aesthetic – it’s a lifestyle. It’s about cherishing the past, embracing imperfection, and finding beauty in the everyday. Whether you’re an avid flea market hunter or someone looking to add a touch of vintage charm to your home, Brocante offers endless possibilities. Its timeless appeal lies in its authenticity, warmth, and the stories it tells, making it a favorite for those who value heart and soul in their interiors.

Are you ready to bring a touch of Brocante into your life? Happy treasure hunting!

[seriousbrat]

Also I just want to clarify - there’s no wrong answers, I love your opinions even when I have completely different ones - (tho you have changed my mind on several).

Still on the topic of home decor, I’ll leave here a prompt for you to tour us through:

- Remus’s flipped derelict cottage in Wales

- Sirius’ first place he got for himself (is this canon or fanon? Another option is his Azkaban cell, but that just sounds mean)

- James and Lily’s Godric’s Hollow love nest

- Peter’s bedroom in his extremely awkward house-share with Snape.

I’m clocking out! Free at last.

Omg I absolutely love this idea!

-Remus's house: so idk what the deal is with Remus's parents, I believe Hope dies at some point and it's unclear if Lyall is still alive. But let's say Remus owns/inherits the cottage. I see Remus as pretty neat and careful with his belongings; he obviously doesn't have a lot of money as an adult so he has to take care of his things. I see him as pretty minimalist honestly, I think he'd conserve a lot of it the way his parents had it but maybe add some tasteful prints and curios. I WILL say that if Remus was wealthy he'd actually have extremely good taste in interior design. Kind of mies van de rohe vibes although with a little more charm and warmth. To me he's spartan but tasteful.

Also, I love a welsh cottage and I think it works well with what I see as Remus's style, it's slightly colder, more minimal. We're talking SLATE, dark woods, white walls.

-Sirius's flat: first of all it is canon that he got a place at 17! This flat features pretty heavily in the next part of my fic because Lily stays with him for a while, so I've got a pretty clear image of it. I've set it on Railton Road in Brixton and this is how I've described it:

The décor is unexpected, given what Lily knows about Sirius Black. The sitting room’s rather bare, with a moth-eaten sofa and a few upended milk crates functioning as tables, laden with ashtrays and empty cans functioning as ashtrays, as well as an assortment of pamphlets and rolled up copies of the Daily Prophet. The walls are decorated with a few colourfully patterned fabrics and a couple of scattered posters— mostly advertising local gigs, and clearly taken off the street.

Sirius later explains that he hates that his parents' house is full of useless pretentious tat that symbolises the former glory of the Blacks, so he's gone the complete opposite of that. I'd say he's going for squat house core, except (in the universe of my fic) he's been influenced by his muggle boyfriend so the 'colourful fabrics' that Lily describes here are african prints which personally i loooooove. Here's a pic that is Sirius and Lily roomie vibes to me (and yes i just recoloured Jane Birkin's hair)

-NEXT, Godric's Hollow: I see this as a fairly typical quaint little English cottage in terms of decor. To me it's the historic home of the Potters before Fleamont struck it rich and they still holiday there (I believe I have Godric's Hollow in Somerset) so it's rustic, cosy, warm. I think this gels well with Lily's taste so she wouldn't have changed much, plus idk how much opportunity they'd have for interior decorating when they were in hiding.

-lastly (i LOVE this lol) Wormtail's cell in Spinner's End. I might turn this into something of a discussion of the Spinner's End house in general because it's very clear in my mind, but Snape and Peter's roomie era is so funny to me. Snape obviously LOATHES Peter so he'd want him to suffer as much as possible. I think Snape made serious edits to Spinner's End when he moved in (for instance, I don't think Tobias had so many bookshelves and definitely didn't have magically concealed doors behind them) but my view is that Snape gave Peter his old room because to him it's the most miserable one in the house. It's tiny, grimy, with ancient peeling walls, cracked ceilings and very little light. Snape would move into the master bedroom that once was the dominion of Tobias as a power move.

about Spinner's end in general, it's very much a working-class victorian terraced house typical of a mill town, and Tobias and Eileen definitely decorated it in the WORST 70s way possible. It's grimy, dark, cramped, with a soot-stained brick exterior. This is some inspo from a quick search:

you can also check my cokeworth tag for more, though it's mostly exterior.

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Caspian's Seaside Hut (Lot + CC List)

Caspian Rosenthorn built this tiny seaside hut after he left home at 15 following the death of his parents from typhoid fever. He pursued his dream of a life at sea then soon after married his wife Mira, the daughter of his fishing mate. Created for my side household as part of the ULTIMATE Decades Legacy.

Lot Download:

Gallery ID: KosmicHippie Lot Name: Caspian's Seaside Hut Lot Size: 20 x 20 (Windenburg, Mid-NoWhere) Lot Value: §15,407

Mods/CC:

Mods:

Medieval Windenburg

Royalty Mod

Ye Olde Cookbook

Archery Skill

Build:

TSR Ye Medieval - Ligna Windows Set

TSR Ye Medieval - Timber Frame Walls

TSR Ye Medieval - Framework Walls

TSR - Broken Wood Door

TSR Ye Medieval - Soil Terrain

TSR Ye Medieval - Hay Ground Terrain

Birch Tree (2048x2048)

Objects:

Lili's Palace - Folklore Set No. 1

Linzlu's Frontier Items

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 1

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 2

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 3

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 4

TRS Ye Medieval - Tristan Bathroom

TSR Ye Medieval - Tavern Part 1

TSR Ye Medieval - Candle Holder

TSR - Skara Stool

TSR - The Old Garden Boat

TSR - The Old Garden Quay

Fish Market Decor

Fish Rack

Fish Crate V1

Fish Crate V2

Bohrium Vegetables I

Chicken Coop

Old Rustic Well ("Eco Living" version)

Stable Set by Moriel

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Caspian's Lakeside Cottage (Lot + CC List)

This lakeside peasant cottage belongs to Caspian Rosenthorn and his wife Mira who moved to the mainland of Windenburg from the Crumbling Isle to be closer to their family. Created for my side household as part of the ULTIMATE Decades Legacy.

Lot Download:

Gallery ID: KosmicHippie Lot Name: Caspians Lakeside Cottage Lot Size: 20 x 20 (Windenburg, Cottage Am See)

Mods/CC:

Mods:

Medieval Windenburg

Royalty Mod

Ye Olde Cookbook

Archery Skill

Blacksmithing Skill

Lute Skill

Build:

TSR Ye Medieval - Ligna Windows Set

TSR Ye Medieval - Timber Frame Walls

TSR Ye Medieval - Framework Walls

TSR - Broken Wood Door

TSR Ye Medieval - Soil Terrain

TSR Ye Medieval - Hay Ground Terrain

TSR Ye Medieval - Mud and Stone Terrain

TSR Ye Medieval - Castle Stone Walls

TSR Pralinesims - Old Wood Floor 13

TheSense4 - Auction House Windows

Birch Tree (2048x2048)

Objects:

Lili's Palace - Folklore Set No. 1

Linzlu's Frontier Items

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 1

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 2

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 3

TSR Ye Medieval - Peasant Homelife 4

TRS Ye Medieval - Tristan Bathroom

TSR Ye Medieval - Tavern Part 1

TSR Ye Medieval - Candle Holder

Fish Market Decor

Fish Rack

Fish Crate V1

Fish Crate V2

Bohrium Vegetables I

Rustic Chicken Coop

Rustic Bee Box

Bassinet + Infant Crib

Wall Mounted Bows

Severinka Rustic Sauna

Severinka Summer Garden (wood pile)

Old Witches Desk

Wall Shelf

Autumn Pantry

Larder (Refrigerator)

Dinner Bowls

Bread Basket

The Witcher 3 Common Furniture

Candles

Pirate Map Computer

Abandoned Wheel

Rustic Hammer

Marketplace Spices

Stable Set by Moriel

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Split Rivets

I. Introduction

Are you ready to embark on a journey of discovery into the world of split rivets? Prepare to be amazed by the versatility and potential of these seemingly humble fasteners. Split rivets, also known as bifurcated rivets, have long been used in traditional applications such as joining metal components together. However, their true potential goes far beyond that. In this blog post, we will delve into the world of split rivets and explore creative and unconventional applications where they can be utilized. Get ready to have your mind blown as we uncover the hidden possibilities that lie within these tiny but mighty fasteners. So, strap in, and let's dive into the fascinating world of split rivets!

II. Unconventional Uses in Crafts and DIY Projects

A. Upcycling and Repurposing

When it comes to repurposing old materials, split rivets are a game-changer. These versatile fasteners can breathe new life into discarded objects, transforming them into unique and functional items. Imagine turning an old bicycle chain into a fashionable necklace or repurposing a vintage license plate into a quirky wall decoration. With split rivets, the possibilities are endless.

One of the remarkable aspects of split rivets is their ability to add an artistic and practical touch to crafts. In jewellery making, for instance, split rivets can be used to create captivating designs by securely attaching different materials together. The contrast between metal and other elements like leather or fabric can result in stunning pieces that are both fashionable and sustainable.

But it doesn't stop there. Split rivets can also be employed in decorative wall hangings, where they bring a touch of rustic charm and lend a unique character to any space. By combining various materials such as wood, metal, and fabric, split rivets can securely unite them, resulting in eye-catching wall art that tells a story.

Furthermore, split rivets can be utilized in creating stylish and functional planters. By attaching handles or hangers with split rivets, you can easily transform vintage tins, wooden crates, or even discarded industrial objects into beautiful plant containers. This not only adds a touch of greenery to your home but also contributes to sustainable living by giving new life to objects that would otherwise end up in landfills.

In summary, split rivets offer endless possibilities for upcycling and repurposing old materials. From jewellery to wall hangings and planters, these fasteners add both an artistic flair and practical functionality to your DIY projects. So, grab your toolbox and let your creativity soar as you explore the world of split rivets in your next crafting adventure.

B. Fashion and Accessories

1. Incorporating split rivets into fashion design opens up a world of possibilities for creating unique and eye-catching clothing embellishments and accessories. These tiny fasteners can add a touch of edginess, industrial elegance, or even a hint of vintage charm to any fashion piece. Whether it's a dress, a jacket, or a pair of jeans, split rivets can be strategically placed to enhance the overall aesthetic and make a bold fashion statement.

In the realm of accessories, split rivets can truly shine. Handbags and purses adorned with split rivets exude a sense of craftsmanship and individuality. These fasteners can be used to secure handles, straps, or even add decorative elements to the bag itself. The combination of different materials, such as leather, metal, or fabric, along with the strategic placement of split rivets, can elevate the design and create a visually captivating accessory.

Shoes are another area where split rivets can make a fashion-forward impact. From boots to sneakers and sandals, the addition of split rivets can transform ordinary footwear into extraordinary pieces of art. Whether used as decorative accents or functional reinforcements, split rivets can add an element of uniqueness and personality to any pair of shoes.

2. The innovative use of split rivets in fashion design has been embraced by many designers who seek to push the boundaries of creativity. Renowned fashion houses and independent designers alike have incorporated split rivets into their collections, creating stunning pieces that captivate both the runway and the streets.

One example is the collection of a prominent designer who incorporated split rivets into a series of couture dresses. By strategically placing split rivets along the seams and edges of the garments, the designer added a modern, industrial twist to the traditionally elegant silhouettes. The juxtaposition of soft fabrics with the hard edges of split rivets created a captivating visual contrast, making each dress a true work of art.

Another innovative use of split rivets can be seen in the handbag designs of an up-and-coming accessories brand. The brand's collection features handcrafted leather bags adorned with split rivets in intricate patterns and designs. These rivets not only serve as functional reinforcements but also add a touch of uniqueness and sophistication to each bag. The combination of expert craftsmanship and the creative use of split rivets has garnered attention and praise from fashion enthusiasts worldwide.

In conclusion, split rivets have found their way into the world of fashion and accessories, offering designers a new and exciting way to express their creativity. From clothing embellishments to handbags and shoes, these versatile fasteners can elevate any fashion piece and make a bold statement. The innovative use of split rivets by designers showcases their endless potential and highlights the fusion of craftsmanship and fashion-forward thinking. So, embrace the power of split rivets and let your fashion imagination run wild!

III. Innovative Applications in Industrial Design

A. Interior Design and Architecture

1. When it comes to interior design and architecture, split rivets offer a unique and visually appealing way to incorporate metal elements into various structures and spaces. From metal screens and room dividers to decorative accents, these versatile fasteners are becoming increasingly popular in creating stunning architectural features.

Metal screens and room dividers serve both functional and aesthetic purposes in interior design. Split rivets can be used to securely connect metal panels, creating intricate patterns or designs that allow light and air to pass through while maintaining privacy. Whether used as room dividers in open-plan spaces or as decorative screens in commercial settings, the addition of split rivets adds a touch of industrial elegance and modernity to the overall design.

In addition to screens and dividers, split rivets can also be utilized as decorative accents in architectural elements. By strategically placing split rivets on metal surfaces, such as stair railings, door frames, or even furniture pieces, designers can create visually striking focal points that add a sense of texture and depth to the space. The contrast between the sleek metal surfaces and the exposed rivets creates a captivating visual impact, making these design elements truly stand out.

2. Numerous examples of visually striking structures and installations showcase the innovative use of split rivets in interior design and architecture. One notable example is a contemporary office building that features a stunning metal facade adorned with split rivets. The rivets are strategically placed to create an intricate pattern that not only adds visual interest but also serves as a functional sunshade, reducing glare and heat inside the building. This design not only showcases the versatility of split rivets but also demonstrates their ability to seamlessly integrate form and function.

Another remarkable example is an art installation in a public space, where split rivets are used to create a dynamic and visually engaging sculpture. The rivets, connecting metal rods of varying lengths and angles, form an abstract structure that invites viewers to explore the space and interact with the artwork. The use of split rivets in this installation highlights their ability to transform raw materials into captivating, three-dimensional forms, blurring the lines between art and design.

In summary, split rivets have found a place in interior design and architecture, offering a creative and visually appealing way to incorporate metal elements into various structures and spaces. Whether utilized in metal screens, room dividers, or as decorative accents, these fasteners add a touch of industrial elegance, modernity, and depth to the overall design. The innovative use of split rivets in visually striking structures and installations further showcases their potential as a design feature that seamlessly integrates form and function. So, embrace the versatility of split rivets and let your imagination soar as you explore their innovative applications in industrial design.

B. Automotive and Product Design

1. Split rivets have proven to be a valuable asset in the world of automotive and product design, enhancing both functionality and aesthetics. These versatile fasteners offer a reliable and efficient method of assembly, ensuring the secure attachment of various components. Additionally, they can also contribute to the visual appeal of automotive parts and consumer products, adding a touch of sophistication and craftsmanship.

In automotive design, split rivets are commonly used for assembly purposes. They provide a strong and durable connection between different parts of a vehicle, ensuring structural integrity and safety. Whether it's attaching body panels, securing interior trim pieces, or assembling engine components, split rivets offer a reliable solution that withstands the demands of the road. Their ability to provide a secure bond while maintaining a low profile adds to their appeal in automotive manufacturing.

Moreover, split rivets can also play a significant role in enhancing the aesthetics of automotive components. From decorative accents on grilles and badges to functional details on interior panels, these fasteners add a touch of elegance and attention to detail. Their presence can elevate the overall design, creating a sense of cohesion and visual appeal that distinguishes a vehicle from the rest.

2. Numerous examples highlight the use of split rivets in both consumer products and automotive design. In consumer products, split rivets can be found in items such as furniture, electronics, or kitchen appliances. For instance, a high-end furniture brand incorporates split rivets in their sleek and modern designs. The rivets not only provide a secure connection between different parts but also serve as decorative elements, adding a touch of industrial sophistication to the furniture pieces.

In the automotive industry, split rivets can be found in various vehicle parts. One prominent example is the use of split rivets in the assembly of automobile door handles. These small but mighty fasteners ensure a secure attachment of the handle to the door, withstanding the frequent use and ensuring smooth operation. Additionally, the exposed split rivets on the handle's surface add a visually appealing detail that enhances the overall design of the vehicle.

Another example is the use of split rivets in the assembly of motorcycle fairings. These fasteners securely attach the fairing panels to the bike's frame, ensuring stability and aerodynamic performance. In this case, the exposed rivets not only serve a functional purpose but also contribute to the rugged and sporty aesthetic of the motorcycle.

In conclusion, split rivets have proven to be valuable assets in automotive and product design, enhancing both functionality and aesthetics. Whether used for assembly purposes or as decorative accents, these fasteners provide a reliable and visually appealing solution. From automotive components to consumer products, split rivets play a significant role in ensuring structural integrity and adding a touch of sophistication to the overall design. So, the next time you admire the sleek lines of a car or the sleek design of a consumer product, remember that split rivets have played their part in making it a reality.

IV. Exploring Uncharted Territory: Experimental Applications

A. Art Installations and Sculptures

1. The world of art installations and sculptures has seen the emergence of artists who have embraced split rivets as a medium to create impactful and visually stunning works of art. These artists push the boundaries of creativity and explore the possibilities that split rivets offer in their large-scale installations and sculptures. By incorporating these fasteners into their art, they create captivating pieces that captivate viewers and challenge traditional notions of artistic expression.

One notable artist who has utilized split rivets in their installations is renowned for their immersive and interactive artworks. In one particular installation, the artist employed split rivets to connect metal panels of varying sizes, forming a maze-like structure that viewers could explore. The rivets not only provided structural support but also added an industrial element to the installation, highlighting the artist's intent to convey a sense of urban exploration and transformation.

Another artist has incorporated split rivets into their sculptures, creating dynamic and visually striking pieces. By strategically placing the rivets along metal rods of different lengths and angles, the artist was able to create sculptures that appeared fluid and in motion. The exposed rivets added a touch of industrial elegance to the artwork, enhancing the overall aesthetic and inviting viewers to contemplate the relationship between form, material, and movement.

2. Split rivets can add a dynamic and industrial element to art pieces, transforming them into visually captivating and thought-provoking works. The presence of split rivets in art installations and sculptures creates a sense of texture, depth, and rawness that draws viewers in and sparks their imagination. The contrast between the sleek metal surfaces and the exposed rivets evokes a sense of tension and juxtaposition, adding an intriguing visual impact to the artwork.

Additionally, split rivets offer artists the opportunity to explore the concept of transformation and connectivity. By utilizing these fasteners, artists can connect different materials, shapes, and forms, creating a dialogue between disparate elements and inviting viewers to reflect on the interplay between unity and diversity. The act of riveting becomes a metaphorical representation of joining, bridging, and transforming, adding multiple layers of meaning to the art piece.

Furthermore, split rivets can also serve as a medium to express the artist's intention to explore the intersection between art and industrial design. By incorporating these fasteners, artists blur the lines between traditional artistic mediums and industrial materials, creating a fusion that challenges conventional notions of what art can be. The presence of split rivets in art installations and sculptures becomes a statement in itself, highlighting the artist's embrace of experimentation and their willingness to push the boundaries of artistic expression.

In conclusion, the experimental applications of split rivets in art installations and sculptures have opened up new avenues for artistic expression. Artists who incorporate these fasteners into their work create visually captivating pieces that challenge traditional notions of art and engage viewers on multiple levels. By adding a dynamic and industrial element, split rivets contribute to the overall aesthetic and conceptual depth of the artwork. So, the next time you encounter an art installation or sculpture, take a moment to appreciate the presence of split rivets and the unique artistic vision they bring to the piece.

B. Technological Advancements

1. As technology continues to advance at a rapid pace, split rivets have found their way into various emerging fields, playing a crucial role in the development of cutting-edge technologies. From robotics to wearable tech and renewable energy systems, these fasteners have proven to be essential components in pushing the boundaries of innovation and functionality.

In the field of robotics, split rivets are used for the assembly of robotic components. They provide a reliable and secure connection between different parts, ensuring the structural integrity and smooth operation of robotic systems. Whether it's assembling robotic arms, joints, or other mechanical components, split rivets offer a practical solution that withstands the demands of complex robotic movements.

Wearable tech is another area where split rivets have made significant contributions. These fasteners are used to securely attach sensors, circuit boards, and other electronic components to wearable devices such as smartwatches, fitness trackers, and augmented reality glasses. The reliability of split rivets ensures that these devices can withstand daily use and movement while maintaining their functionality.

Renewable energy systems also benefit from the use of split rivets. In the assembly of solar panels, for example, split rivets are employed to connect the individual cells and secure them to the frame. The strength and durability of these fasteners ensure that the panels can withstand harsh weather conditions and maintain optimal performance over time. Split rivets are also used in wind turbine assembly, providing a reliable connection between various components and contributing to the overall stability and efficiency of the system.

V. Conclusion

In this blog post, we have delved into the world of split rivets and explored their innovative and unconventional uses. From fashion to interior design, split rivets have demonstrated their versatility and ability to elevate various projects.

Throughout this post, we have seen how split rivets can be used in unexpected ways, such as embellishing garments and accessories with a touch of elegance and uniqueness. We have also discovered how split rivets can be utilized in interior design, offering an unconventional way to add personality and style to furniture and home decor.

As we wrap up, I encourage you, dear readers, to think outside the box and experiment with split rivets in your own projects. Let your creativity soar and explore the endless possibilities they offer. Don't be afraid to push boundaries and challenge traditional norms – split rivets are here to help you break free from the ordinary.

In conclusion, split rivets have proven to be much more than just a functional fastening solution. They have become an artistic tool, allowing individuals to express their creativity and add a touch of flair to their creations. The beauty of split rivets lies in their ability to transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

As we look to the future, it is exciting to imagine the potential applications of split rivets. With their unique combination of strength and style, they could find their way into even more industries and disciplines. From architecture to automotive design, the possibilities are truly limitless.

So, let's embrace the unconventional and welcome split rivets into our creative journeys. Let's dare to experiment and let our imaginations run wild. Together, we can unlock a world of innovation and redefine the way we perceive and utilize split rivets.

In the end, it is not just about the split rivets themselves, but about the transformative power they possess. They have the ability to turn ordinary objects into extraordinary works of art. So, go forth, dear readers, and let split rivets be the catalyst for your next creative endeavor. The world is waiting to witness the magic you can create with these humble yet remarkable fasteners.

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Principal of pleasure part 17

As the sting starts to kick off Dick get’s unexpected news.

Superman x Nightwing 

Dick

We are in full swing with the sting we even got to talk to the trafficker by asking casual questions about the time the bar opens up trying not to alarm anyone, We had to move a bit slower to really advance on them. It is simple but it became a bit trickier for us I told Kal not to go in all bravado and wait to take them down.

We’ve been here for eight weeks now when I thought we would leave sooner we stayed a bit longer then what I expected to.

We stayed at a park all though there were no grass or blue sky just a vast sand and tree’s things I have never seen before in my life. But this planet is a wonder of all the universe It looked like an underground evolve sandy utopia.

Since the day in the kitchen me and Kal have been having a lot of conversations about our situation. We are somewhat on the same page about most of the subjects I wanted to make sure that we understood each other. 

And I hope he would keep up being on the same page we are in I wanted to stay in that state of understanding each other. 

I sighed as we sat here watching the bar type gambling club where the trafficker frequents there.  

We had earpieces that connected us to the watch tower The Batman Green arrow and Green lantern had earpieces and a camera that is linked up to us in the form of a triangle pin that is clasp to are tunic.

Whatever me and Kal have to say to each other it could wait till later so far we sat here for over an hour not saying one word to each other, Watching the costumers go in and out of the bar.

I looked down at Kal’s hand how was drumming the wooden rustic bench, As I watched and listen to his fingers hitting the wood in a rhythmic sound and observe, it sounded like a heart beat he was mimicking I touched my chest as I look at Kal it was my heart beat he was hearing I couldn’t say anything I looked at him wide eye we didn’t say anything he looked over at me and smile at me and kept drumming his fingers to the beat of my heart.

“Whoa whoa I see the pink haired woman again.” The light pink haired woman Green lantern is referring to is the trafficker she is wearing leather pants and a hot fuchsia leather halter top she was medium built curvy shaped figure fair skinned evil little foul person. I wonder what planet she came from I wanted to know more about her I wondering if she had family and if she would traffic them maybe for the right prices there just some beings that are just not even beings.

“Good she keeps coming in and out of the club. She hasn’t left the club in days that space craft hasn’t moved in a week now.”

“Just stay on the bench they can’t see you guys so are cover isn’t blown.” Batman said the pink haired women finally went in the beaten up space hover craft and took off.

“Boys stays on that bench and see when she will come back.” Green lantern said the unsuspected woman didn’t know the whole planet was under arrest and on lock down the government of Axis and the guardian of the universe are surrounding the whole planet there is no violence here there is no murder’s here crime is none existence here.

And they intended on keeping it that way I agree I think they picked here to do there crime because this place is not on anyone’s radar.

We stayed here for three hours while listening to the trio in my ear talking planning and talking to galactic officials. 

Suddenly another hover craft station itself in front of the bar and the pink haired lady is not there but two men who looked human carried the crate in the bar.

“Superman use x-ray to see what’s inside it.” Kal stares at the wooden box. “There’s two children in there a boy and a girl in there.” Kal replied he looks at me as he says it.

“Ok so we need to advance on them sooner then later we won’t wait for another week we need to move in within twenty-four hours.” Batman said. “I link both of you up with the officials tonight we will commence the sting.”Batman continued the two other hero’s disconnected with us preparing for are bust.

We get up but Batman has not disconnected from us. “Dick I wanted to tell you some news before you prepare for the bust.” Batman's deep voice sounded so open as far as open go’s that was a mile stone. “It’s about Batgirl.”  Kal turned his head to me looking at me with no expression just a blank look.

“Yeah what’s up.” I said nervously I knew Kal could hear my heart because it was pounding hard. 

“Congratulations Dick she is expecting.” I breathed loudly through my nose I started laughing I put my hand over my hair and ruffled it. “Are you serious I can’t believe it oh my god B.” I was so excited and shocked that all these emotions are exploding inside of me right now. 

“Ok I delivered the news.” And Bruce disconnected with us still in shock I looked at Kal who was surprised but not that shocked he had a warm smile on his face.

And he started walking waving me to follow him we reached our small place. I took off the earpiece and camera Kal do’s the same I rubbed my face and looked at him my hands on my cheek in disbelieve. “Kal I’m going to be a father.” I said as he approach me and hugged me tightly.

I shivered as he held me and he kissed my nose. “Welcome to the club.” I looked up at him he wasn’t pissed or upset he looked at me with love in his eyes. “What do you mean what club?” I asked him.

“The father club I’m happy for you my little bird.” He snuggled his face on my throat and kissed it. “Nothing changes how I feel about you any less it actually makes you even more desirable to me.” I looked up at him and it was there right there I knew one thing I understood today it didn’t matter if I had a football team of a family or just one kid Kal was going to pursuit me anyway.

End of part 17 next is part 18 

Thank you for reading 

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How to Reuse Materials in Your Remodel

When you're planning a remodel, reusing materials can add unique charm and character to your space while being kind to the environment. You might wonder where to find these treasures and how to incorporate them seamlessly into your design. By exploring local salvage yards, thrift stores, and online marketplaces, you'll discover an array of options. But the key lies in creatively repurposing these materials to fit your vision and style. How will you transform your space?

Benefits of Using Reclaimed Materials

Reclaimed materials offer a plethora of benefits when you're remodeling your space.

First, they add unique character and history to your home, creating a distinct aesthetic that new materials can't replicate. You'll find that these materials often have a warmth and charm, telling stories of their past lives.

Additionally, using reclaimed items is environmentally friendly. You're reducing waste and conserving resources by preventing these materials from ending up in landfills.

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Finding and Sourcing Reusable Materials

When you're on the hunt for reusable materials, the journey often begins with local sources. Check out salvage yards, thrift stores, and Habitat for Humanity ReStores. These places often have a wide range of materials like doors, windows, and fixtures at affordable prices.

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Finally, keep an eye on demolition sites. Often, contractors are willing to part with materials they’d otherwise discard. Always ask permission before taking anything.

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If you've got wooden crates, stack them to create unique storage solutions or even a quirky bookcase. Repurpose barn wood into a sliding door for a rustic touch.

Don't overlook smaller pieces; they can become cutting boards, coasters, or even picture frames.

With wooden beams, consider creating a bold mantel or a functional bench.

Transforming Old Fixtures and Hardware

As you explore the creative possibilities of repurposing materials, don't overlook the potential of old fixtures and hardware. Those vintage doorknobs, cabinet handles, or light fixtures can be more than just outdated relics.

With a bit of imagination, they can become unique accents in your home. Turn antique door knockers into eye-catching towel hooks or transform old faucets into stylish coat hooks.

Repurposing isn’t just about function; it’s about adding character and charm. Consider using wrought iron hinges as decorative elements on walls or furniture.

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Rustic Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: Emphasize the natural beauty of oak wood, often with rough textures, distressed finishes, and visible knots. They have a warm, cozy feel。

Usage: Perfect for creating a rustic or farmhouse-inspired dining area.

Example: The Breckenridge 100"-126" Weathered Rustic Oak Wood Extendable Dining Table。

Farmhouse Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: Known for their sturdy build, simple lines, and often include features like turned legs or a trestle base. They combine the durability of oak with a charming, rustic aesthetic。

Usage: Suitable for farmhouse or country-style interiors.

Example: The Arcadia dining collection, which features a Red Oak base with a White Oak tabletop。

Traditional Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: These oak dining table usually have ornate details, curved lines, and classic design elements that evoke a sense of timeless elegance。

Usage: Ideal for traditional or classic interiors where a sense of heritage and sophistication is desired.

Example: Traditional refectory oak dining table with thick tabletops and sturdy trestle bases。

Extendable Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: These oak dining table offer flexibility in seating capacity, with leaves that can be added or removed to accommodate more guests。

Usage: Perfect for families or those who frequently host dinner parties or large gatherings.

Example: The Lakin White Oak Wood Extendable Dining Table (61"-119")。

Round Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: Round oak oak dining table are versatile and can seat a varying number of people. They often feature a central pedestal for added stability。

Usage: Suitable for small to medium-sized dining areas, and great for intimate gatherings.

Example: The Henrik 60" Natural Oak Wood Round Dining Table。

Two-Tone Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: These oak dining table combine oak wood with painted finishes, often in contrasting colors, to create a unique and stylish look。

Usage: Ideal for adding a modern twist to a traditional oak table.

Example: The Arcadia dining collection features a combination of Red Oak wood with a Coastal White painted finish。

Curved Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: These oak dining table have a distinctive curved design, adding a unique and elegant touch to the dining space。

Usage: Perfect for contemporary or modern interiors where a unique design element is desired.

Example: The Virage 96" Curved Oak Wood Dining Table。

European Oak vs. American Oak

European Oak: Known for its warmer, honeyed tone and tighter grain structure, making it ideal for formal dining settings。

American Oak: Tends to have a paler, slightly pinkish hue with a more pronounced straight grain pattern, adding a tactile element to casual dining。

Console Oak Dining oak dining table

Characteristics: These oak dining table transform from a slim sideboard to a generous dining surface, making them perfect for compact spaces。

Usage: Ideal for urban apartments or small dining areas where space is limited.

Example: A bespoke oak console dining table that can accommodate eight diners when extended。

When choosing an oak dining table, consider the style that best matches your home’s interior design and your lifestyle. Each style offers unique benefits and aesthetic appeal, making oak a versatile and timeless choice for any dining room。

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In the ever-evolving world of wedding trends, there’s a rising desire among couples to personalize their big day with themes that reflect their story, personality, and aesthetic. One such trend making waves is Artful wedding decor—a style that goes beyond extravagance and finds beauty in subtle, meaningful elements.

The setup in the image above is a beautiful example of this style. Set against a backdrop of rustic wooden panels, the stage features a circular wreath of white flowers entwined with raw branches and twinkling lights—giving off a warm, intimate glow. This type of wedding decor speaks to those who seek comfort in simplicity and elegance in every detail.

1. The Rustic Elegance of Natural Elements

This decor draws heavily from natural textures—wood, florals, and warm lights—to create a stage that feels grounded yet magical. The wooden planks provide a raw and authentic base, while the circular floral arch adds softness and balance. Together, they create a perfect harmony that captures both tradition and modern taste.

The choice of warm tones and ambient lighting makes this Artful wedding decor ideal for indoor settings. It evokes a cozy charm that invites everyone in and feels personal—almost like a living room turned fairytale.

2. Lighting That Tells a Story

What stands out immediately is the use of hanging Edison bulbs—simple yet impactful. These warm bulbs offer more than just illumination. They add an old-world romance to the space, creating an atmosphere that feels timeless. Lighting plays a huge role in wedding decoration, and here, it’s used with intent: not to overpower, but to enhance.

Softly glowing candles placed on wooden crates, geometric lanterns on the floor, and small floral accents complete the ambiance, elevating the setup into something both artful and heartwarming.

3. A Backdrop for Moments That Matter

This style of stage is perfect for engagement ceremonies, pre-wedding photoshoots, intimate reception evenings, or even a cozy haldi or mehendi setup. It photographs beautifully without distracting from the couple—the decor complements, rather than competes.

The plush cream sofa placed at the center brings comfort into the equation, making it feel welcoming and lived-in. It’s the kind of stage that says, “sit down, relax, and celebrate love.”

Conclusion: Simplicity is the New Luxury

As more couples lean towards personalization and meaningful choices, Artful wedding decor is becoming a popular choice for those who want their wedding to be reflective of who they are. It proves that you don’t need grandeur to make a statement—thoughtful, well-curated decor can leave a lasting impression that’s both stylish and soulful.

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Top Kitchen Design Trends in Houston for 2025

Houston kitchens are having a serious moment in 2025 and it's not just about style. It's about smarter spaces, stronger value, and dare we say, more sass per square foot. Whether you’re upgrading your family home, staging a property to sell, or flipping a fixer-upper, this year's trends deliver affordable modern kitchen design ideas in Houston that’ll make you want to cook (even if you barely toast).

1. Nature-Inspired Color Palettes

White kitchens are classic, sure. But in 2025, Houstonites are going bold with sage green cabinets, terra cotta accents, and moody navy hues that feel like a breath of fresh Texas air. Earth tones not only warm up a space, they also play well with both modern and rustic styles.

Benefit: Hides fingerprints and everyday messes better than bright whites.

Pro Tip: Use two-tone cabinets (e.g., green lowers + creamy uppers) for depth and design balance.

2. Smart Kitchens on a Budget

Houston’s love affair with smart tech is heating up. But here’s the kicker: it’s finally affordable. Budget-friendly brands are stepping up with voice-controlled lighting, app-integrated ovens, and energy-saving dishwashers that don’t cost a fortune.

Benefit: Boosts resale appeal with younger buyers who crave convenience.

Pro Tip: Start with a smart plug or faucet upgrade—small investment, big wow.

3. Mixed Materials & Matte Finishes

Pair a matte black faucet with butcher block countertops, or blend quartz with open reclaimed wood shelving. This trend is less about matching and more about balancing contrast and texture.

Benefit: Custom, high-end look without the custom price tag.

Pro Tip: Choose one “wow” material (like a marble island) and keep the rest neutral.

4. Space-Smart Layouts

Everything’s bigger in Texas except some of our kitchens. For small-space warriors, 2025 is bringing creative layouts like galley styles, floating shelves, and multi-functional islands that store, seat, and serve.

Benefit: More function per square foot (perfect for renters and flippers).

Pro Tip: Add toe-kick drawers or vertical pull-outs to maximize dead space.

5. Open Shelving with a Purpose

Forget cluttered cabinets. Open shelving is still in but smarter. Homeowners are curating them with purpose: dishware, plants, books... even statement cookware (hello, copper pans!).

Benefit: Opens up smaller kitchens and makes daily items easier to access.

Pro Tip: Limit each shelf to 2–3 items max. You’re not running a Crate & Barrel display.

Why These Trends Matter (Beyond Just Looking Good)

In a sizzling real estate market like Houston, the kitchen isn’t just the heart of the home—it’s the heartbeat of your home’s resale value. These trends balance aesthetics with real-world function, especially when exploring affordable modern kitchen design ideas in Houston.

Final Thoughts

If you’re planning a renovation, prepping a flip, or helping a client visualize their dream home, these trends offer a winning mix of modern flair and down-to-earth practicality. And let’s be honest: if your kitchen looks this good, you might finally learn to cook something beyond frozen pizza. Remember: The best affordable modern kitchen design ideas in Houston don’t just follow trends they build timeless, welcoming, and truly livable spaces.