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Oh boy! It’s been a long time since I’ve added a post here with how busy life has become and a lack of motivation on my end. But slowly but surely, my motivation for writing has slowly started to come back. I’m just wondering if anyone would actually be interested if I continued writing?? Either way I probably should haha😭

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Not pedro posting a moodboard on his fucking ig story 😭

I swear this man is one of us

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this is fucking etched on my brain

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Do Not Disturb | Dieter Bravo X F!Reader

authors note: finally I posted something!! this month has been ROUGH to put it lightly. after dealing with some personal stuff of my own and struggling to sit down at my laptop to write I am so so so happy to finally get this out. im just so happy to get out of this funk of mine and have many other drafts that I can't wait to get out!

summary: Working as a maid during the pandemic isn’t the most exciting thing in the world, until you accidentally catch a certain actor walking out of the shower.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, smut, dieter has a big dick, unprotected piv, nicknames (baby girl, baby), creampie

word count: 4.3k

With a sigh, you walked down the hallway while pushing your trolley full of towels and cleaning supplies, walking off to the next room of the day.

You were exhausted. This has been your routine for the past couple of months, going from room to room, cleaning, restocking, making beds, taking out the trash, and sanitizing every little thing in sight. Once you were done with one room, you would head straight to another, and another, and yet another. Room after room, floor after floor, it was the same thing repeatedly. And when you finally finished with all the rooms on every floor of the hotel, you had the privilege to wake up the following day and start all over again.

You were exhausted, but you had to remind yourself that you did, in fact, sign up for this. You were stuck in this hotel where you worked for the next couple of months. 

You had agreed to stay and clean day after day while some directors and actors you have never heard of stayed in quarantine while they worked on another franchise sequel you have never heard of before. You were never much of a huge movie buff. The only reason you had agreed to any of this was because of the money they were willing to give you for staying for a prolonged period of time.

In the current world you live in, you need a shit ton of money in order to even live comfortably. And even though you were working your ass off in this hotel, you had to keep on keeping on to earn that paycheck.

Walking up to the next door, you knocked a couple of times to see if anybody was in the room. Of course, you didn’t want to clean up if someone was in there. You didn’t want to disturb any peace.

After a few moments of silence, you knocked again to double check. Maybe they just didn’t hear you the first time. After a minute or so without a response, you made the call that it was clear to go in. Grabbing the room key from your trolley, you swiped it in the door. Hearing the little click of the knock, you set the key down and opened the door.

You peeked your head in, triple-checking if someone was lying in the bed, but yet again, the coast was clear. You walked into the room and dragged your trolley along with you.

Everything was routine for you. Every day was the same old, same old. While you didn’t want to complain since you were just doing this for money in order to live, you couldn’t help but yearn for a little bit of excitement here and there.

There was only so much you could do while quarantining in a hotel with a bunch of actors that you never saw anyway. All that seemed to be so far was cleaning up room after room and then ordering some food for delivery to your room so you could stay in and watch movies for the rest of the night.

You tied up your hair and began walking over to the bed to start. The place was untidy, but it wasn’t the worst you’ve ever seen. There was a pizza box or two sitting on the dresser, and the bed was unmade. You could see a few beer bottles next to the overfilled trash can.

You walked up to the bed and grabbed one of the pillows that was nearly falling out of the pillowcase. Clearly, this person slept like a dead guy every night by the state his bed was left in in the morning.

Only while you were fixing the pillow did you catch the sound of something that made you stop in your tracks.

You set the pillow back down on the bed and furrowed your eyebrows as you quickly looked over to the direction of the sound. You felt like a dog with how your ears perked up at only one noise.

“Are you kidding me?” You mumbled quietly to yourself and rolled your eyes, tucking a piece of fallen hair behind your ear.

The bathroom door had been shut, it was clear as day. There was no mistaking that it came from this room. It was way too loud and too identifiable to deny.

You felt more annoyed than anything as you moved the pillow back to where you found it. You had knocked on the door multiple times with no answer. How were you supposed to know that there was actually somebody in here? Did they just decide to fuck with you and ignore you on purpose?

You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. You just decided to return to your trolley and move on for the day. You would just go onto the next room, clean, and move on with your day. No big deal.

But once you opened your eyes to walk back to your cleaning trolley, you were surprised when you saw a man, probably a couple of years older than you, standing before you with dripping wet hair and a towel around his waist.

His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his eyes boring into you. He remained silent as if he was waiting for you to speak first. But there was a slight smirk on his face while he stared at you. A look of excitement and fascination sparkled in his dark brown eyes.

The two of you stared at each other silently for a rather long moment. You glanced between him and your cart, waiting for him to say something. But that seemed like it wasn’t going to happen any time soon, considering that he was waiting for you to do the same.

In the silence, you allowed yourself to scan over his body. Pieces of his messy dark hair stuck to his face, droplets of water dripping down from the shower he had just stepped out of. There was still a bit of water trickling down his bare chest and down to his stomach.

You couldn’t help but notice his strong arms as he crossed them. He tapped his fingers on his arm, never taking his eyes off of you. His mustache and scruff matched the same color as his hair. A quick thought passed your mind about how it would feel with him going down on your… lower regions… with a scruff like that.

You briskly tried to wipe that thought away from your mind and tried to pretend like it was never there in the first place. But just the sheer thought caused a blush on your cheeks and hotness in between your legs.

You mentally cursed yourself for that. You didn’t even know this man, but you were still thinking the dirtiest things imaginable with him. Who knew that being stuck all alone in a hotel for months would make you as horny as it was?

It had been months, and months, that you’ve gone without sex, let alone physical contact. You couldn’t even imagine the last time you’d seen a man shirtless. You could have never guessed you would miss it so much.

You allowed your eyes to travel downwards to his towel, and another intruding thought popped into your mind. You wondered what he must have looked like underneath that towel. How big he was, how thick he was, how well he would be able to fuck the absolute shit out of you.

The unnamed man cleared his throat and chuckled as he looked at you. He was clearly entertained at the thought of you staring at him and daydreaming about what he was hiding underneath his towel.

You immediately snapped out of your head and looked back at him. Trying to shake all of the inappropriate thoughts out of your head, you started approaching your trolley.

“My apologies, I didn’t realize someone was in here.” You shook your head and walked up to your cart. You spoke faster than you intended, and your voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

Honestly, you just wanted to escape the room as fast as possible. You have already embarrassed yourself more than enough for one day and didn’t want to risk going any further.

“Where’re you going?” The man asked and furrowed his eyebrows, placing a hand on the cart to stop it from going anywhere.

You looked up at him with confusion in your eyes, a little surprised as well, “I’m... I’m going to continue doing my job.”

You kept your eyes on him for a moment longer, trying to pinpoint exactly where you might know him from. You knew that he had to be an actor, for pretty much everyone here was either a producer or a cast member of the film. And by the cockiness that he protruded, he was clearly an actor.

You stayed silent while looking into his eyes intently before you could recognize him. Dieter Bravo. You never thought that you would see a man like him, Dieter Bravo, half naked right in front of you and dripping wet. It turned you on more than you would like to admit.

However, it also embarrassed you, knowing that you were making a fool out of yourself in front of somebody with such a name and reputation.

“You don’t want to finish cleaning my room?” Dieter asked, moving his hand away from the cart to place it on your lower hip, keeping his eyes on you.

You glanced back down at his towel, trying to keep those thoughts out of your mind before looking back at him. The simple feeling of his hand on your hip made your pussy throb, wishing that he would go lower. It wasn’t until this moment you realized just how horny and deprived you actually were.

Despite knowing who he was, you didn’t know who he was. Sleeping with him should be the last thing on your mind. But right now, all you could think about was him pounding into you on that hotel bed.

You took a deep breath, feeling a lump in your throat as you tried to find the words to say. You didn’t want to sound like a complete idiot, and you didn’t want to turn down any offer that he may have in mind. You were pretty sure that he wanted to sleep with you as much as you wanted to sleep with him. The look in his eyes told you that much.

“I don’t think you’d want me to clean your room when you’re in here. I can always come back another time if you’d rather?” You asked and subtly raised your eyebrow, hoping that you would get the reaction from him you were hoping for.

Dieter chuckled with a smirk on his lips and squeezed your hip gently, “Now, you don’t need to go anywhere, don’t get ahead of yourself,” he took a moment to look you up and down with the smirk still plastered on his face, “But, I wouldn’t mind watching you clean my hotel room. Although, you have way too many clothes on for me to enjoy that.”

He tugged at the belt loops of your pants and licked his lower lip. Now, it was definitely clear to you what was going on in that head of his. There was no doubt that he wanted you just as much at this moment.

“You think so?” You acted oblivious and moved closer to him, allowing him to pull you in even closer when he hooked his fingers into your belt loops.

“Definitely. Too many clothes for my liking.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

The feeling of his hot breath against your ear lobe sent shivers down your spine and you could feel your pussy continue to throb. You wanted him to touch you. You needed him to. Badly.

“Then why don’t you do something about it, Mr. Hollywood?” You moved your hands up to his chest, rubbing his upper body slowly and sensually, keeping eye contact with him.

Dieter’s eyes immediately darkened as he pulled you in even closer to him, bringing his lips down to your neck. He licked, kissed, and bit your neck all over, wanting to touch every inch of open skin with his mouth.

Your head fell back as you grabbed onto his shoulders. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. After all, you didn’t know when the next time would be when you would be able to be intimate with a man again. And it’s been a long, long time since the last time.

You could feel his growing erection pressing against your thigh. Based on his outline, he was a lot bigger than you ever expected Dieter Bravo to be. But at the same time, you weren’t surprised at all. You were just hoping that he would live up to his name.

Slowly, Dieter moved his hands down to your ass and gave it a cheeky squeeze, walking you over to the bed that you didn’t even get the chance to make yet. Neither of you could care less. It was just going to get messy again in a short matter of time.

You gasped quietly when he gently pushed you down on the bed, and you got an even better look at his outline in his shorts. Definitely very impressive…

You bit your lip as you tried to prepare yourself, watching him intently as he slipped his shirt off over his head swiftly. He carelessly tossed it to the corner of the room, never taking his eyes off of you as he did so.

“Well? I can’t be the only one getting naked, can I?” Dieter laughed and stared at you with a smirk.

“I suppose not…” You teased and stared at his naked upper body for a moment longer before slowly peeling off your tank top.

You purposefully went slow while you undressed yourself. You wanted to keep him on his toes. You wanted to make him crazy and test his patience. It was a fun little game for you. And you enjoyed the look in his eyes as he watched you impatiently, just wanting to be inside you already. It made you laugh quietly to yourself.

“Enjoying the view?” You perked up an eyebrow and grinned, sitting up a little to push your pants down your lower body.

“Very much. Goddamn baby…” Dieter groaned lowly and bit his lip, furrowing his eyebrows a little as he stared at you. Having a gorgeous and sexy woman in his bed was the very last thing that he was expecting this morning when he stepped into his shower. But he was far from complaining. He just didn’t know how he won the lottery.

His dick throbbed in his boxers, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He hastily pulled off his underwear, the tip of his dick red and leaking with precum.

Your eyes lowered down to his crotch, and you took your time to admire your own view. You could tell he was big from his outline, but you didn’t expect him to look this delicious. You were soaked. And if these bed sheets weren’t ruined already, they definitely were by now.

You've given up on the teasing by now. Your patience quickly ran out and you wanted nothing more than to have him inside of you, fucking the absolute shit out of you on this hotel bed. God knew the both of you severely needed it, needed each other.

“You’re fucking stunning.” Dieter mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear, as he crawled up on top of you on the bed.

You looked up at him and laid your head on the pillows, getting comfortable for what was ahead for the both of you. Being with Dieter Bravo, you knew you were in for a ride.

Dieter swiped a finger through your folds to see just how wet you were for him. He groaned in satisfaction and smirked over at you.

Without a word, he slowly pushed his dick into you, letting you gradually get used to the size of him. Your mouth gaped open as you stared up at him, surprised by how easily you were able to take him with how wet you were. You can’t remember when or if you have been this horny before.

Once he was fully inside of you, Dieter looked down with his hair falling into his face and let out a sigh of pleasure. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself since he didn’t want to finish too early. He hadn’t had sex in god knows how long, and he wanted to savor every second, especially with someone as beautiful as you were.

Your hands moved up to his shoulders so you had something to hold onto, and your legs wrapped around his waist, securing yourself. You scratched his back gently, giving him permission to move inside of you.

Surprisingly to you, Dieter started off nice and slow, wanting to take his sweet precious time.

“It’s gonna be a long night for you, baby girl.” Dieter chuckled into your ear and moved his hands down to your back to snap off your bra, revealing your breasts to him, “You feel fucking fantastic…” He mumbled, brushing his hands over your hard nipples.

His telling you that it would be a long night sent shivers down your spine. You never would have thought that he would put in so much time with you, and you knew he was going to make you orgasm more than you thought was humanly possible. Not that you’re complaining.

The stretch of his cock was sweet, and you could feel him pulsing inside of you as he thrust in and out, slowly and carefully at first.

Looking up at Dieter, his head leaned back and his eyes closed shut. His hands moved down to your breasts to your hips, keeping you in place on his hotel bed. His fingers gently dug into your skin, almost massaging your hips as he held onto you.

Since it was his first time having sex in a long, long time, he wasn’t going to waste the moment. He would take his precious time and savor it, savor the feeling of him inside of you. He didn’t want to have a quick nut and get it over with. He wanted to enjoy every single second of it.

And because he was incredibly horny and so pent up, it was hard for him to hold on as long as he wanted to. The moment he slipped inside of you, he felt like he could cum right then and there, as pathetic as that might sound. But he held himself back, he forced himself to. Not only did he want to hold on for his sake, but he also wanted to make you feel good, knowing that you had more than likely been waiting as long as he had.

As he thrust into you slowly, in and out, he kept one of his hands on your hips before moving his other one to give your clit some attention. You gasped quietly as he rubbed your sensitive bud, your head leaning back against the pillows.

You stared up at the ceiling, your chest rising up and down with your mouth agape. You focused on the feeling of his fingers on your clit, the sensation almost overwhelming as he continued to keep a moderate pace while thrusting into you.

It was a very welcome feeling, and your fingers were nothing compared to his. Just like when it came to having sex, you couldn’t remember the last time you were even touched by a man. You had to rely on your fingers for the longest time, which only got you so far. But this… you couldn’t even compare the two. 

You didn’t even need to say anything. Your quiet gasps and whimpers of pleasure told him everything that he needed to know.

“You’re so pretty underneath me like this…” Dieter muttered and smirked, thrusting into you deeply to cause your mouth to open a little bit more at the feeling of being so full. He smirked a little more at the sight and took a picture with his eyes, thrusting into you deeply once more, getting as deep inside of you as he possibly could.

“Fuck, Dieter…” You groaned and let your eyes flutter shut.

The more he played with and teased your clit, the closer you felt your first orgasm of the night approaching. And the way he was pushing his dick deeper and deeper into you wasn’t helping your case. You knew you didn’t have much time left before you came.

“Love hearing my name come out of that pretty little mouth of yours like that.” Dieter whispered, maintaining the same pace with his dick and his fingers. 

Over the years, Dieter has had sex with several beautiful women, many of whom he can’t even remember the name or the face of. But he could already tell that you were going to be different. As he was inside of you, all he could think about was making you feel good, not the other way around. Usually, he would just be focused on himself and couldn’t give two shits about the woman he was inside of. But with you, he wanted to make you his priority of the night. He was a second priority; you were his first.

Seeing how beautiful and sexy you were wriggling underneath him and moaning out his name, those quiet gasps and whimpers leaving your lips whenever he thrust into that right spot drove him insane. He wanted to see you cum, he wanted to be the one to make you hit that orgasm.

“Gonna have you screaming my name by the end of the night, baby girl.” Dieter promised.

You couldn’t help but grin when you heard him. That would be a dream. After being so deprived of sex for god knows how long, the idea of having one hell of a night with the one and only Dieter Bravo was amazing. So what if he was a little cocky and full of himself outside of the bedroom? Inside, he was focused on you and making you feel like you were on top of the world. You were ready; you wanted to scream his name and let everyone in this hotel know what the two of you were up to. You were the luckiest woman in this hotel, and you would make sure everyone else knew who was creating all of this pleasure for you.

He rubbed circles on your clit and you leaned your head back, allowing the pleasure to run through you.

Dieter was close to finishing himself, and despite wanting to hold on as much as he possibly could, he could feel his orgasm approaching. His cock was throbbing inside of you, and he had to bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut in order to prolong his orgasm’s arrival.

He kept a steady pace with his dick and his fingers, trying to put all of his concentration on you. He told himself that he at least needed to hang on until you finished before he could allow himself to orgasm. Tonight, because he was so lucky to have someone like you underneath him in his bed, his goal was to make you feel good.

“Fuck… Dieter…” You mumbled out, feeling the familiar warmth in your belly that was now like an old friend of yours.

“That’s it.” Dieter groaned as he pounded into you, his fingers gripping into your hips, “That’s it, baby girl.”

“I’m so close.” You moaned, your breathing quickly getting heavier and heavier.

Those were the exact words that Dieter needed to hear. He wanted to go faster and deeper into you, but he forced himself to remain at the same pace, wanting you to finish just how you needed.

“Faster.” You ordered him gently, now trying to reach your orgasm quickly. Having sex was good, but having an orgasm was fantastic. And one that wasn’t caused by your own fingers was going to be so, so much better.

Dieter groaned lowly at your words. It was as if you were reading his mind.

“Don’t need to ask me twice, baby.” He smirked, immediately starting to quicken his thrusts.

You leaned your head back against the pillows and closed your eyes, your hands finding his shoulders to hold onto. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him in closer to you, encouraging him to go deeper inside of you. 

Your nails dug into his shoulder as your orgasm approached much quicker than you expected. Before you knew it, you were leaning your head back and arching your back so that the veins in your neck were now visible. You were screaming out his name, moans echoing throughout the room.

Dieter opened his eyes to watch you, smirking as he witnessed your orgasm. The sight of you wriggling underneath him was all he needed to finish. He never broke eye contact with you when he came, pushing deeper inside of you as he did so. You were so beautiful like this, it drove him insane.

You were coming down from your own orgasm when Dieter pulled out of you, laying down beside you on the bed. Your heavy breaths matched one another as you both stared up at the ceiling, coming down from your first orgasm in a long time. Even if you tried, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

Dieter slowly turned to face you with a cheeky grin, “So, you coming to clean my room tomorrow?”

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Triple Frontier (2019) - Behind the Scenes

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I have so many wips that are so close to being finished but I’ve lost internet for about a week now 🥲 but hopefully that’ll get taken care of soon so I can finalllyyyy get to show yall what I’ve been working on!!

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A Little Bit of Texas Fun | Chapter Four: Disasters in the Kitchen

authors note: chapter four is out! i'm honestly really enjoying writing this series and can't wait to write all these upcoming chapters!!

series summary: The night of your wedding, you sneak off with your new husband’s best friend. What was supposed to be a one time thing ends up being a two time thing, to a three time thing, to a once every week sort of thing. When you thought you had mastered keeping everything a secret, your husband finds the pregnancy tests.

series warnings/tags: pregnancy, no use of y/n, infidelity, husband’s best friend, no outbreak au, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is around 25)

chapter summary: You spend more time with Joel and Sarah, and Daniel isn’t too happy that you’ve been away for so long.

chapter warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, infidelity, nicknames (darling, sweetheart, baby girl), fingering, oral (f receiving), verbal abuse and yelling, verbally abusive relationship, daniel calling reader a slut, bitch, a whore

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You sighed heavily as you picked up the steak with a fork, completely burnt on each side. Now, you don’t know a whole lot about Joel, but you can assume that he doesn’t like his steak extremely well done.

“That’s the third one you’ve burnt. We only have one left.”

“Yes, Sarah, I’m aware.” You mumbled quietly, trying not to bring out your annoyance on her as you tossed  out yet another steak into the trash.

Since you hesitantly agreed to staying for dinner with Sarah and Joel, the two of you thought that it would be a nice surprise to cook up a steak dinner for Joel when he got home. You knew that he worked his ass off at work and you were grateful that he let you stay over, so you wanted to do something nice for him. However, it turns out that you were completely shit when it came to cooking in the kitchen.

Sarah was in the kitchen with you, claiming that she wanted to help you cook dinner for her dad. Her version of helping, however, seemed to be just standing there and watching, giggling quietly as she watched you throw another cheap burnt steak away

“Do you even know how to cook steak?”

“Thought I’d give it a shot, but clearly not. Those aren’t even edible.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

Sarah laughed quietly and shook her head, “You could barely stab it with a fork.” She said through her giggles.

“Ha ha.” You mocked her laugh before giggling a little to yourself as well.

Your laugh rapidly came to a halt when you looked over to see the pot of boiling water on the stove start to overflow.

“Shit.” You mumbled quietly and quickly went to turn off the stove, watching as the water poured out from over the pot.

“And there go the potatoes.” Sarah tried her best not to giggle but failed.

You sighed heavily and rubbed your eyes, letting the bubbling water settle down before you went to pour it out. All you wanted was to do a nice thing for Joel and his daughter, but it seemed like you were ruining everything you touched. At least, Sarah was entertained by your little failures.

What was supposed to be a nice steak and potato dinner just turned into a complete mess in the kitchen.

With a groan, you walked back over to the pot and picked it up to go pour it out. At this point, water was all over the stove and the floor, and the entire kitchen smelled like charred steak.

What made it even worse, was that when you went to pour out the pot, the front door began to creak open.

Shit. Joel was already home. You were hoping that you would at least have time to clean up the kitchen and prepare a smaller meal by the time that he would return. Instead, he decided to come home at the worst possible time.

“Dad!” Sarah beamed and quickly ran over to Joel to bring him into a hug before he even got the chance to take off his shoes and coat.

“Woah there, girl.” Joel laughed, the southern accent in his voice really coming to light.

Sarah looked up at him with a big smile, stepping back a little to let him get through the door, “We made dinner for you.”

“Really?”

“Sarah thought it would be a nice surprise to cook for you, I hope that’s alright.” You walked over to the door, wiping your wet hands on your pants as you looked at him.

Joel smiled the moment he saw you, his heart fluttering in his chest, “Yeah, ‘course that’s alright. More than just alright. I’d love for ya to stay for dinner.”

You felt a sense of relief when he said this, knowing that it was okay for you to stay, that you weren’t overstepping at all. He actually wanted you to be here.

“So, what did’ya make me for dinner?” Joel smirked with a chuckle as he walked into the kitchen.

You didn’t even get a chance to stop him to explain before we walked over. He looked at the pot in the sink and the water all over the stove, accompanied by a little bit of smoke from the multiple burnt steaks.

“Surprise.” You forced a smile and laughed a little, hoping that he wouldn’t be furious with you and the fact that you accidentally made a mess in his kitchen. You could only imagine how infuriated Daniel would be if you had done the same back at home.

“The hell happened in here?” Joel asked, furrowing his eyebrows before looking at you, chuckling quietly while shaking his head.

By the look on his face, he was definitely more entertained than he was mad, something that you weren’t expecting. The relief you felt was extreme, knowing that he wasn’t going to yell at you or even be mad at you. Instead, he was laughing. He was amused.

“I tried. Turns out I don’t know how to make steak or potatoes. I’m sorry.” You crinkled up your nose a little and shrugged your shoulders, and Joel only laughed more.

“I ‘preciate it.” He chuckled and walked over to you, kissing your cheek gently. 

That definitely took you by surprise. But, you had to remember that this was Joel, not Daniel. He wasn’t going to yell at you or belittle you in any way. He was literally giving you a kiss, something that you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“It’s the thought that counts anyways, right?” You mumbled and crossed your arms. Joel nudged your shoulder playfully and chuckled.

“Damn right.” He laughed and placed yet another kiss on your cheek, causing them to go a light shade of pink.

“I was just hoping to make you a nice dinner. Kind of like a ‘thank you’ y’know?” You sighed softly and looked over at the mess that was currently on the kitchen stove and the sink.

Joel shook his head and shrugged it off, “It was very sweet of you, darlin’.”

“I helped too, dad.” Sarah piped in, trying to get some of her fathers attention onto her as well, wanting some of the credit too.

Joel laughed and looked down at his daughter, ruffling her hair, causing her to laugh even more, “And you did a great job, kiddo.”

Sarah looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “You’re resorting to lying to me now, huh?”

Joel scoffed and let out a laugh, “Why don’t you go and finish up your homework while I order us a pizza, alright?”

“Sounds good to me.” Sarah chuckled quietly before looking over at you, giving you a smile before heading off into the living room to get started on her school work for the night.

You watched as Sarah left and let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair, “I really am sorry for fucking up your kitchen. We were just trying to do something nice for you.” you tried to apologize but Joel stopped you right in your tracks before you could get any further.

“Sweetheart, I told you not to worry about it. So don’t worry ‘bout it, alright?” He rubbed the lower part of your back, bringing you in closer to him to kiss your temple, “Now, what d’ya like on your pizza?”

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You sighed in satisfaction as you took a bite from your pizza, “Definitely a lot better than extra well done steaks.” You laughed out, leaning back on the couch.

“Tell me about it.” Sarah mumbled and took a bite from her own pepperoni pizza, relaxing on the couch with her unfinished homework forgotten on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry again, about everything.” You began.

Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked at you and placed a hand on your knee, “Stop apologizin’. I’m not angry with you. Quite the opposite, actually,” He grinned and took a bite from his pizza as well, “I’m flattered you wanted to cook somethin’ up for me.”

You blushed a little and smiled at his words, “I wanted to return your kindness for letting me stay.”

“I should be the one thanking you for staying.” Joel smiled as he looked at you, gazing into your eyes for a moment.

For a split second, it felt like it was just the two of you in the room, just the two of you in the world. You looked into his gorgeous dark brown eyes, the living room lamp making them glisten. You couldn’t remember the last time that you felt so safe and comfortable sitting next to somebody.

His hand was still on your knee and he gave it a little squeeze, that little squeeze acting as a reassurance that he was there, and that he wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

Before, it was all lust and desire and nothing more. He was something that helped fill that void that you had with Daniel. Sleeping in his truck for that first time led to many more nights afterwards and that has now led you to sharing dinner with him, with all of your clothes on.

You felt like there was something more you had with Joel. You thrived every time you were with him, whether that was sleeping with him or not. You craved him in every sense of the word. And you were positive that he felt the same. Or, at least you were hoping that he was.

You rested your hand on top of his and gave him a soft smile, never looking away from his eyes. You didn’t want to look away to begin with. You wanted to stay in this moment with him for the rest of your life. Hell, you would if you could.

“Ahem.” Sarah cleared her throat as she stared at the two of you.

Joel blinked a couple of times and looked over at Sarah, a hint of annoyance on her face accompanied by a mischievous smirk.

“I’m still in the room, you lovebirds.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes before continuing to eat her pizza, leaning back against the couch and resting her feet up on the coffee table.

You blushed and cleared your throat, coming to the realization that you were in fact staring at Joel, maybe a little too hard. But you couldn’t help it. It felt like you were the only two in the room and that brought you an immense sense of peace that you didn’t want to let go of.

Joel scoffed and pushed his daughters shoulder playfully. She let out a quiet squeal and laughed as she pushed him to the side in response, causing him to chuckle as well.

Your heart swelled as you watched them laugh and tease one another. You knew  that Joel was a great guy, but knowing that he was a great father as well just made you fall for him even more than you already were.

Sarah laughed as she looked back over at you, “Are you gonna come over again tomorrow for dinner?” She asked eagerly, grabbing herself another piece of pizza.

“Maybe,” You chuckled, “That would be up to your dad.” You told her, looking over at Joel so he could be the one to give her the answer.

You were hoping that he would agree to having you come over for dinner again. You loved spending genuine time with him and you also really liked spending time with his daughter. It reassured you a bunch knowing that she loved having you around. She was such an important part of Joel’s life and it was important to you that she liked you. But clearly, that was something that you didn’t need to worry about.

“Dad?” Sarah turned her attention to Joel, waiting for an answer.

Joel looked over at you, trying to see if the look in your eyes would give him the answer he needed. Of course, he would love to have you over again. If it were up to him, he would want you to stay all the time. But unfortunately, the two of you needed to remember that there was another man waiting for you back at your place.

“I would love to have her over again. But, that’s her decision to make.”

You groaned when Joel threw the decision back over to you again. You hated that it was a hard decision to make. You really, really wanted to have dinner with him and Sarah again. Although, it would most likely be ordering take out again with your cooking skills.

However, you had to keep Daniel in mind. You knew that he would already be fuming the moment that you returned back home and he would only be more upset that you would be gone again for dinner.

It wasn’t like you cared enough about Daniel to keep his feelings in the back of your mind. It was that you didn’t want to go through all the yelling and the screaming that would follow. That was something you really wanted to avoid.

You looked between Joel and Sarah, letting out a soft sigh, “I… I would really like to, but I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?” Sarah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she stared at you, “I thought you liked being here for dinner.”

“I do. I enjoy spending time with you and your dad, a whole lot.” You tried to explain to her without revealing too much. You knew that Sarah thought that you and Joel were a thing and she didn’t take a second to notice the ring on your finger. You didn’t want to tell her about Daniel or even get that thought into her head. 

Sarah just stared at you in confusion, “So? You’ll stay tomorrow?” She pursued, not understanding why you wouldn’t want to. But of course, you couldn’t hint at the real reason as to why you were being so hesitant.

You looked over at Joel as some kind of escape from this conversation. But, he didn’t help you much when he just nodded his head with a smile.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed before looking over at Sarah, “Sure, I can stay over for dinner tomorrow.” You frowned a little to yourself.

The moment those words left your lips you instantly regret your decision. You knew that Daniel was going to be fuming, and you hated the fact that this would just piss him off even more. The aftermath was something that you didn’t want to deal with. Agreeing to spend yet another night with this small family that you cared so much for, you knew it would piss your husband off even more.

But, the smile that grew on Sarah’s face when you agreed to stay was priceless. It warmed your heart. For a second, you were able to forget all about Daniel and the consequences that would follow.

“Good!” Sarah beamed and took another bite of her pizza, finishing it off. She brushed the crumbs off her hands and smiled over at you, leaning in closer to talk to you and only you, “I’m just glad my dad found somebody. He’s a lot less grumpy since you’ve been around.” She whispered the secret.

Even though you wanted to return her smile, you just felt your heart drop. You weren’t in a relationship with Joel. You didn’t even know what you could consider your relationship with Joel to be. All you two were doing was sleeping together, and because you were already in a marriage, you didn’t think that it would go anywhere further than that. Clearly, Sarah had no clue. You didn’t want her to know. You just hated lying to such a sweet and naive young girl.

Your heart fluttered, though, at the thought. The thought of you and Joel being together. It was a nice little fantasy that you couldn’t live through. But, it was a nice idea.

You were just glad that Joel didn’t hear a word she said. You weren’t sure if you would be able to handle whatever his reaction would have been.

┉┉┉

“You’re so fucking beautiful..” Joel mumbled against your lips and groaned quietly before kissing you deeply.

His hands gently rubbed your hips, the calluses of his fingertips giving you goosebumps all over your skin.

Sarah was fast asleep in her own bedroom and you and Joel lay naked in his bed.

“I wanted to touch and kiss you all night long…” Joel hummed against your skin, moving his kisses from your lips down to your jaw and neck.

You leaned your head back and moaned in response. Your fingers found their way into his hair, trying to pull him in closer to you. You just couldn’t get enough of him.

His erection pressed into your thigh, causing your wetness for him to grow. You were absolutely soaked for him and there was nothing you wanted more than for him to fuck you right then and there on his bed.

It was hard sitting next to him all night without being able to be all over him. You just wanted to move into his lap and kiss him hard and grind against his crotch to pleasure yourself. It was always hard to restrain yourself when it came to Joel. You’ve never even felt an ounce of that sexual tension around Daniel.

“Missed the feeling of your skin on mine…” Joel groaned as he kissed your neck, his hand slowly moving from your hips to your core, brushing his fingers through your wet lips.

Another deep groan left his throat as he picked his head up to look at you, “Absolutely soaked for me, baby girl..” His fingers were now slicked with your wetness.

“You just seem to have that effect on me, Miller.” You smirked over at him and bit your bottom lip.

Joel chuckled quietly and shook his head as he watched you. He moved his fingers through your lips, keeping eye contact with you all the while.

Your heart rate began to pick up as you watched him intently. If there was anything you knew about Joel, it was that he had some magic fingers. He could make you cum multiple times with just a couple of his fingers, something every other man had failed to make you do.

“Yeah? I’m the reason you’re this wet?” Joel whispered sensually and slowly pulled his fingers away.

He kept eye contact with you and leaned forward, pressing his two fingers up to your lips. You gladly took his digits into your mouth, sucking and tasting yourself.

Your eyes never left his as he removed his fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’, a suggestive smirk on your lips, “All you.” You confirmed.

“Fuck… You’re so goddamn sexy.” Joel groaned before pulling you into a kiss, his hand moving into your hair to bring you in closer to him.

You closed your eyes and hummed into the kiss, feeling his tongue graze your lower lip. With the smirk still on your lips, you allowed him access, his tongue now exploring the nooks and crannies of your mouth.

Joel wanted to taste as much of you as he possibly could. He couldn’t get enough of you. You were like an addictive drug that he wanted to go back to over and over again.

With one of his hands still in your hair, he moved his other hand back down to your thighs, rubbing the skin gently. Gladly, without any hesitation, you opened your legs back up for him. He teased your core with the tips of his fingers, feeling how slick you truly were for him.

You pulled away from the kiss and moaned softly, your forehead now resting against his. Joel let his eyes fall shut as he inserted one of his fingers into you, and another one followed suit.

You leaned your head back and let out a quiet gasp, your head falling back onto the pillows underneath you. Your eyes were now closed and you allowed yourself to fully relax and live in the moment.

These were the times that you absolutely cherished with Joel. It felt like it was just the two of you and nobody else mattered. It was complete serenity, not only for you, but for Joel as well. 

For him, these kinds of moments had him wishing that you were his and only his. He wanted you to belong to him. He wanted to be selfish and have you all to himself. He wanted to, needed to, make you his. Maybe he was delusional, but it was this kind of delusion that made him the happiest. And if wanting to be with you made him delusional, then so be it.

When you parted from the kiss, Joel took the opportunity to take his fingers out of you, resulting in you groaning out his name. You didn’t want him to stop touching you at all, you felt empty without a part of him inside of you.

However, Joel just smirked as he watched the displeasure on your face, knowing what he had in mind. He pressed a gentle and swift kiss to your cheek before lowering down to your core, his hands on either side of your hips.

“I want you to be mine…” Joel mumbled quietly against your skin, slowly placing kisses all over your inner thighs, intentionally teasing you as much as he could.

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut and you blushed at his words. You wished that you could be all his as much as he did. In moments like these, the both of you could pretend that was the case. And at least for now, the two of you were all that mattered.

Joel kissed your thigh one more time and teased your entrance with his nose. You wriggled against him slightly, just wanting him inside of you one way or another. You hated waiting and Joel knew that. He loved seeing the reaction he would get from you when you were getting impatient.

“Joel…” You groaned and tried to grind against him eagerly.

Joel chuckled quietly in response and shook his head, his nose still teasing your entrance.

You whined quietly as you tangled your fingers up in his hair and tried to pull him in closer to your core. You wanted him badly, and he was taking advantage of that.

“A little impatient, hm?”

The vibrations of his voice against your pussy was making this waiting game even harder. You didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

“Fucking christ, Joel.” You whined out and gripped his hair gently, trying to encourage him to stop playing and just eat you out already.

Joel chuckled again and those damn vibrations got you going once more.

Finally, Joel decided that he was even starting to get impatient and he moved his face closer to you, rubbing your hips gently.

He swiped his tongue between your lips, causing you to gasp. Your clit was already extremely sensitive from all the prior teasing and now that he was finally touching you in the way your body ached, it was complete euphoria.

Joel groaned against your pussy as he continued to make swift movements with his tongue. Your reaction sent him over the moon and he could feel himself throbbing in his boxers. But, he tried to ignore it as much as possible for he wanted this to be all about you. He wanted to focus on you and only you. Tonight, you were going to be the main focus.

The taste of you was one of the best things that Joel had ever tasted. You were sweet and subtle and everything that he had imagined. In every sense of the word, you, and your pussy, was perfect. 

You kept your head leaned back on the pillows with your fingers in his hair. You watched as he ate you out, eating your pussy like it was his last meal on this earth. The mixture of his tongue inside of you and his nose pressing against your clit was completely ecstasy.

Just like he was with everything else, Joel was the absolute best with his tongue. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman and he wanted to pleasure you in the best way he knew how. He was determined to make you his main focus for the night. He always wanted to put in his all when it came to making you feel good.

Precum was starting to stain his boxers and his dick was aching, but his mind settled on making you feel like you were on cloud nine. Giving you this type of pleasure satisfied him just as much. He loved hearing the moans, the whimpers, the hoarse whispers of his name that left your lips. All of these little sounds were caused by him and him alone, and that made his heart soar. 

His fingernails dug into your hips gently as he ate you out, his tongue flicking your clit as he did so.

You gasped quietly and leaned your head back, now staring up at the ceiling. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. And as much as you wanted to reach the finish line, you also wanted to prolong this as long as possible. You didn’t want him to stop.

Mumbles and moans of his name kept leaving your lips, most of them being inaudible. You were already extremely sensitive and your legs were starting to feel weak from your climax approaching. Joel kept going with such fervor, just wanting to make you feel like you were on top of the world. That was the goal.

There was the familiar warmth in the pit of your belly and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m so close.” You moaned, still trying to be quiet considering that Sarah was fast asleep in her bed just a few rooms over.

Joel continued eating you out at the same pace as before. Knowing that you were close, he didn’t want to change a thing. He wanted to taste all of you as you finished. He wanted to hear you try your best to not scream out his name when he made you cum.

He gently squeezed your hips as an encouragement to let yourself go in front of him and you took that as an open invitation. You arched your back and gasped out his name. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip, struggling to stay quiet.

Although slower than before, Joel continued to lick your pussy through your orgasm, tasting every single inch of you. To him, you were absolutely delicious. He didn’t want this moment to end either. But, he tried his best not to think of the after and rather of the now.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you struggled to catch your breath. Your mouth hung agape and your toes curled. From what you could remember, this was one of the most intense orgasms you have ever experienced. And, you weren’t surprised that Joel was the cause of it.

Slowly, Joel lifted his head up from your crotch and looked up at you with an intoxicated smile. You were laid down on the bed with your eyes shut, breathing heavily as you tried to recover from your orgasm. Joel grinned, loving that this reaction was all because of him. He loved that he was the reason you felt as amazing as you did.

He reached over to you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You smiled against his lips, keeping your eyes closed as your heart slowly returned to its normal pace. With a soft touch, Joel tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear and laid down next to you. And as much as you wanted to stay and cuddle up in his arms for the night, you knew that you couldn’t.

Daniel was waiting for you back at home.

┉┉┉

It was late out. You quietly closed the door behind you, trying your best not to make a peep. Looking around, you could see that the lights were turned out and everything was shut off.

You assumed that Daniel was asleep, and that made you feel an instant sense of relief. You wouldn’t have to explain to him why you had arrived home so late or where you were. You had told him that you were spending all of this time at a friend's house, but you never specified which friend that was. All you knew was that if he ever found out, he would cause a nasty storm.

Still trying to be as quiet as a mouse, you slipped off your shoes and hung up your jacket and your car keys. You handled everything with such care, not wanting to risk waking Daniel up at all. Since it was nearly midnight, you were sure Daniel would be fast asleep and you hopefully wouldn’t stir him awake when you went to go crawl into bed. You would just have to be sly and maneuver around him as best as you could.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the bedroom. Expecting to see Daniel fast asleep, you were taken aback when you saw him sitting up on the bed with the lights on, eyes stabbing daggers into you.

Your heart stopped abruptly as the two of you stared at each other in silence for a long moment. Speaking was the last thing you wanted to do. You weren’t going to be the first to say anything. You waited on him.

You stood in the doorway and didn’t dare look away from him, knowing that would make you look more suspicious than you already were. It was unimaginable what could be going on in his head. You knew by the dark look in his eyes that he was the opposite of happy. He was fuming. Even that was an understatement.

You were nearly positive he could hear your heartbeat by how fast and intense it was. Awaiting for him to say something, anything, was the biggest anxiety you have felt in a long time.

This was the exact opposite of the way you felt when you were with Joel just moments before. With Joel, you felt safe, comforted, loved. You enjoyed every second that you spent with Joel by your side.

In contrast, Daniel always made you feel on the edge. You were always walking on eggshells around him. Instead of feeling comforted and safe, you felt anxious and uneasy.

Deep down, you know that this wasn’t what a marriage should feel like. But at the same time, Daniel was the only one who had ever shown any interest in you. That was, until Joel came into the picture… But before, Daniel had convinced you that he was the only one who would ever love you. And you believed him. Goddamn you believed him.

“Where were you?” Daniel broke the silence.

You swallowed hard and stood silently for a second longer, trying to find the right words to avoid yet another fight between the two of you.

“I told you. I was out with my friends.” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. You hoped that would brush any suspicions he had of you off.

“This late?” You cleared your throat and wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. You were almost positive that he didn’t know the truth behind you and Joel, but you couldn’t help but be on edge.

You nodded, “Yeah.” Was all you could think of to say.

Daniel scoffed and rolled his eyes as he sat up in the bed a little more, “It’s been over twenty four hours, you know? You haven’t been home. Care to tell me what you’ve been doing this whole damn time?”

By the way he slurred his words you could tell he was drunk. The empty beer bottles on the side of the bed was more than enough evidence.

You knew that there would be a fight between the two of you sooner or later. But the fact that he was drinking made you even more worried about the intensity of the fight. How could you go from being on such a high with Joel to wanting to crawl into a hole and hide away?

You didn’t realize you were staying silent before Daniel yelled out your name, slamming his hand on the bedside table.

You jumped and your heart pounded in your chest. With wide eyes, you looked at him and took a deep breath. You stayed silent, scared to say a thing.

“Are you going to answer me? Or are you just going to stand there like a dumb fucking slut?” Daniel slurred with a glare in your direction.

“I-I…” You muttered, struggling to find the right words.

“I-I.” Daniel mocked you with a scoff and rolled his eyes, “Answer the fucking question! Where the hell were you this whole time, huh?!”

You squeezed your eyes shut as he raised his voice at you and you took yet another deep breath. You were fighting to stay calm, for crying was the very last thing you wanted to do. Crying would just show him that he was winning and getting in your head. You struggled to stay strong.

It wasn’t the first time that Daniel has yelled at you throughout your relationship. Unfortunately, it was very common for him, especially if he had been drinking. His temper was short and hot, and he always viewed you as a perfect target to take his anger out on. Each time, you stood there and took it. You were too scared to see what would happen if you even tried to fight back.

But not answering was making Daniel even angrier.

“You’re such a little whore aren’t you…” Daniel squinted his eyes as he glared at you, “You’re probably out sucking other guys' dicks while your husband waits and waits all night at home! You’re mine! Do you understand me?!”

You sniffled quietly and shook your head, struggling to keep the tears from falling down your eyes.

“Don’t have the words? You were always such a fucking bitch.” Daniel muttered and rolled his eyes, grabbing another half drunk beer bottle before taking a swig.

You stared at him for a second and shook your head once more before quickly going back into the living room, closing the door behind you. The moment you closed the door you could hear a beer bottle breaking, he threw a bottle at the wall in anger. Again, it wasn’t the first time for him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and practically ran into the living room, sitting down on the couch. You finally allowed the tears to fall down from your eyes and you looked up at the ceiling, choking out a couple sobs and whimpering. You tried to be quiet, not wanting Daniel to know that you ran off to cry.

Daniel had yelled at you before, that wasn’t what was affecting you. Quite honestly, you were used to it at this point. What was bothering you was that you went from someone as incredible as Joel, to this.

It was a complete 180. Joel made you feel like you were on top of the world. He clearly cared about you more than Daniel ever did after all these years. You just wished that you were in Joel’s arms right now and falling asleep right beside him. But you left because of Daniel. Because you didn’t want to make him angrier than he already would be.

You quickly wiped the tears away from your cheeks despite the fact that they kept rolling down. You didn’t want to cry, you really didn’t. You hated showing this kind of weakness that was caused by Daniel. You were just glad that you were able to get out of the bedroom before he saw you cry, knowing that he would use that against you.

With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone out of your pocket. There was only one person that you wanted to talk to at this moment and that was Joel.

Your thumbs were just as shaky as your hands and you struggled to type in a message due to all the mistakes you were making. Eventually, you were able to send out a semi-comprehensible message to let him know what had just happened between you and Daniel.

You weren’t expecting him to fix anything, you didn’t want him to. After all, you weren’t even sure how he would be able to fix any of this. You just wanted someone to talk to, someone to rant to and to vent all of your feelings to. You just wanted him to be there for you, for him to listen.

You didn’t have to wait long before you received a message from Joel. Your hands were still sweaty and you nervously looked at the text message.

Joel: Don’t forget that you are always welcome over here when you need, I promise everything will be okay darling <3

Much to your surprise, a small smile crept its way onto your lips. His message warmed your heart. You never thought a text from Joel Miller would ever make you feel such a way.

That message alone reassured you that you were okay, that he was always going to be there for you. And that was exactly what you needed to hear. But, at the same time, you weren’t surprised. Joel was the only man who had ever shown that kind of care to you.

You didn’t want to let that go. You wouldn’t let that go.

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Ugh😩😫😭

just a reminder that this beautiful blurry photo exists

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Happy birthday to me🎂🤪

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Was part 3 of love is in the air the last part? :)

I have a couple more things in mind for the series at this moment but if you're all for the angst you could definitely see part three as a finale😂

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I mean technically they’re not married until they signed the marriage certificate and all that right???? Joel pls stop 😭😭😭 can’t wait for the next chapter!

I can’t wait to get started on it the ideas are flowingggg😭😭

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Ceremony | Joel Miller X Wedding Planner F!Reader

authors note: oh my god the angst in this one😩😩 i never thought i would be so invested in this little series as i am

part four of love is in the air! love is in the air masterlist here

summary: It’s the day of Joel and Jenna’s wedding, and he has a decision that he isn’t quite ready to make.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak AU, infidelity, age gap (24 and 46), angst, nicknames (darling)

word count: 4.4k

Joel lifted up his chin as he tightened up his tie, staring at himself in the mirror. As he looked at himself, he couldn’t help but feel as though he was out of his own body. That he was someone on the outside, watching him get ready. He felt woozy, like he wasn’t even there. He wasn’t the one living his life.

Today was the day, and he was dreading it. He absolutely hated to say it or even think it, but he was really dreading it. There was still love in his heart for Jenna; he cared about her, and he knew that she cared about him as well.

He knew that she didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve to be in this situation, she didn’t deserve to even be with him. 

He was terrified to face her later. He couldn’t even be honest with her, and he knew that it would absolutely crush him to see her walking to him down the aisle in her beautiful white dress. She deserved to be with someone who was excited to see her, whose heart would race, and maybe even shed a few tears when seeing her walk down the aisle. But that wasn’t him. Not when there was somebody else on his mind.

┉┉┉

Your hands gripped onto the steering wheel, your eyes straight ahead on the road. There was a lump in your throat and an elephant on your chest. You were more than anxious to be attending this wedding.

There had been a slight bit of hope that the wedding would be called out and Joel wouldn’t be going through with it. But now, here you were, driving off to attend their big day.

This secret had been eating you up for the past couple of days. You couldn’t stand it. There had been so many sleepless nights of you lying awake in bed, thoughts of Joel running through your mind.

It was obvious to both of you that you wanted each other more than anything. Every time, you always came back to each other one way or another. Even after telling yourselves that you’d never be together again and again, you always found yourself in his bed.

After today, Joel and Jenna will be married. There was a tad bit of relief but grief at the same time. When today is over, the wedding will also be over, and you won't need to stress about it ever again. But at the same time, once the wedding is done with, you will never be able to be with Joel the same way ever again. 

You wished that this was something you didn’t need to go through at all, but you knew you had to. You were the one who helped plan this wedding to become possible, and you had to be there to make sure that everything ran smoothly. 

You just wanted all of this to be over with. You didn’t want to say anything to Joel. You didn’t want to even look in his direction. You were planning to just stay in your little corner for the entire celebration, keeping to yourself for the majority of it. Your game plan was to remain isolated for the entire night, and you were hoping that it would work out for you.

Your hands felt sweaty on the steering wheel as you turned the corner to the wedding venue. Once you saw the venue, a tight feeling immediately hit your chest, and you struggled to breathe for a split second.

This is it.

┉┉┉

The venue was quite empty for it was still pretty early on in the day. The ceremony wouldn’t begin until four, and it was just past one in the afternoon. Arriving there early gave you a good start to ensuring everything fell in line. However, it would make it more difficult for you to avoid running into Joel since there wasn’t a crowd yet.

You had to keep an eye out for him so you could avoid him at all costs.

Your heart's still pounding in your chest. Your nerves aren’t doing any better than when you were in the car. If anything, they were getting worse. You wanted to cry and throw up all at once. Your anxiety was spiraling out of control and all you wanted to do was get out of there and go back to the comfort of your own home, never having to speak with Joel ever again.

Other than your emotions almost getting out of control, everything else seemed to be going pretty smoothly so far. Everyone hired for the wedding arrived and got everything ready. Jenna was upstairs with her maid of honor and bridesmaids getting ready, and Joel - you didn’t want to think about what he was doing at that moment.

The time dragged on and on. One hour there felt like five. Every time you checked your phone, only five minutes max had passed. Your eyelids grew heavy, and all you wanted to do was go home and lie down in bed. You already knew that this was going to be one of the longest nights of your life and one of the hardest to get through, but you didn’t expect time to pass by this slowly.

There were people chatting and laughing all around you as they waited for the ceremony, even though it would still be a good couple of hours before it would even begin. You assumed that they were all relatives and friends of the couple, reuniting after not seeing each other for a while and celebrating the fact that their two families would soon be merged into one in only a few hour's time. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

With a deep breath, you grabbed yourself a bottle of water to sip on to help your growing anxiety and dread. Job wise, everything was looking great for you. So far, everything seemed to be like a huge success. And if this were just another wedding for a different couple you were working on, you would be ecstatic that everything was going so smoothly. But this time is so much different. 

With a groan, you closed your eyes and took a rather large swig from the bottle, feeling the cold water run down your throat. You focused on the refreshing feeling, distracting yourself from Joel in any way you could.

“Ah, glad you can finally make it!” A voice followed along with a chuckle exclaimed.

That voice made your heart drop down into the pit of your stomach. Your eyes shot open and your hand tensed up slightly, making your water bottle crinkle quietly. Clearing your throat, you twisted the cap back on and set it down, hoping to get into another room before Joel could notice your presence.

However, you knew it was already too late when you could feel his eyes on you. You froze on the spot. You wanted to flee from the scene, but your feet were stuck on the ground.

His eyes bore into you as if seeing you got his own mind spiraling. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in his head at that very moment.

Your eyes were stuck on him as well, you stared at him as he wore his navy suit, a neat tie hanging down his neck and his hair pushed back. You hated to admit that he looked gorgeous. That was the very last thing you wanted to be thinking. 

There was no denying that you still wanted him. You’ve always wanted him. It was just a matter of you getting over him that was the difficult part.

It felt like time froze still, that it was only the two of you in the room. Everyone else seemed to disappear, your tunnel vision directly on Joel.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. There was a large lump in your throat and a pit that sunk into your gut. The anxiety hit you like a rock. Your breathing became ragged, your cheeks became hot, your mind spiraled, and nothing seemed to make any sense whatsoever anymore.

Your mind started screaming when you noticed him begin to walk over to you. Your heart was already pounding out of your chest seeing him walk up to you, that you didn’t know what you were going to do when he came over.

“It’s nice to see ya.” That was all he said. His voice was quiet, and you could tell that there was a matching lump in his throat.

It took you a moment to say anything. You were too scared to open your mouth and speak, for your voice would crack, and tears would form in your eyes.

You nodded and swallowed hard, trying to suppress your emotions as best you could. “You too,” you said.

That was all you could manage to say. Anything more than that and it was definite that you would burst into tears and make a fool of yourself.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the tension between you being extremely loud. You felt a force bringing you to him, and all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and bury your head in the crook of his neck. It took everything in you to hold yourself back.

And he felt the same way. All that he wanted to do was bring you into his arms and hold you close. He wanted to kiss the top of your head and reassure you that everything was going to be alright. It killed him, knowing that he had to stay right where he was.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Joel asked quietly, trying his hardest to keep his emotions under control.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying your hardest to prevent the tears from forming in your eyes. Even hearing his voice was hard, knowing that you may not be able to hear it after today.

You blinked a couple of times and took a deep breath before nodding your head quickly. You refused to say anything, for you knew that would be your breaking point.

He pulled his lips back into a smile and nodded once, taking a look around before looking back at you. He motioned his head over and walked into one of the back rooms where they had been working on decorations earlier.

Hesitantly, you followed.

The room was completely empty except for a few fold up tables and chairs, full of leftover decorations and scraps. But what was most important was the fact that nobody else was in here except for the two of you. It would give you at least a short moment of very much needed privacy.

Joel closed the door behind him, making sure that no one else would come in and interrupt you two.

You walked over to one of the tables and leaned back against it, keeping your eyes on Joel. You waited for him to start the conversation. You already had a good feeling about what he wanted to talk about. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. But you didn’t want to be the one to start. You would leave that up to him.

Joel took a deep breath before walking over to you, hands shoved in his pockets. He fiddled with his engagement ring in his pocket as he walked up to you, his heart racing at a million miles an hour.

His throat was tight and his mouth was dry. He knew that this needed to be a goodbye, but that was the very last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to say goodbye to you now. He didn’t want to say goodbye to you, ever.

“I’m glad you came.” Joel whispered quietly, his voice hoarse.

You looked down a little and sighed as you nodded, “Yeah, it’s kind of my job to show up after all.”

“Right.” Joel chuckled and shook his head, feeling like that was the stupidest thing that he could say. He was definitely struggling with how he should start. Clearly, small talk wasn’t the right route to go.

“You look great,” You gave him a smile, one that felt a little too forced, “Jenna’s a really lucky woman.” It hurt you to say those words, you wanted to throw up in your mouth. It took all of your strength to hold everything back.

Joel took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, “Are you sure about all of this?”

You looked at him in surprise, “Am I sure about all of this? It’s your wedding, not mine.”

“I know, I know… Maybe I’m not too sure about it. I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to stop thinking about you.” Joel confessed, his voice cracking slightly.

You frowned as you looked at him. You hated that your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say that he wanted to keep you in his mind. That shouldn’t have made you as happy as it did. You still felt guilty, knowing another woman was out there waiting for him in white.

There was a part of you that felt happy knowing that he was still thinking about you all of the time. But there was still that part of you, screaming at you, that all of this was wrong and you needed to be the bigger person and step back. But, you didn’t want to.

At the end of the day, you just wanted Joel to be happy. You didn’t want to be the reason that he walked away from something, someone, that could make him very happy. Even though it hurt you deeply, you just wanted him to do what was right for him.

Joel stepped closer to you, a deep frown painted on his face. He reached his hand up and caressed your cheek gently. You squeezed your eyes shut and frowned, tingling at the feeling of his hand on your skin. Quickly, you leaned into his touch, practically melting under it.

His thumb brushed your soft cheek gently. You took a deep breath, trying your best to control your emotions. The last thing you wanted was to break down right in front of him on his own wedding day. But every time he took a step closer to you, the harder it was getting to keep your composure.

“Joel…” You whispered quietly, feeling like you had your breath knocked out of you. Your heart was pounding, and all you wanted to do was pull him into you for a kiss. Your body and lips ached for him. It was almost like you had to physically restrain yourself.

“I know,” Joel whispered softly, almost as if he was able to read your mind at that very moment. He was feeling the exact same way. He didn’t need you to say another word to know how you were feeling, “I know…”

Joel took another step closer to you and before you knew it, his lips pressed onto yours. There was no build up at all before he smashed his lips into yours. He moved his hands down to your hips, holding onto you tightly.

You didn’t even need to think twice before kissing him back with just as much passion. You put all of your feelings into that kiss. All of your love for him, the passion you held for him, the fear you had about everything. All of that was in this one kiss.

You wrapped your arms around him, trying to pull him closer to you. Your fingers entangled in his hair, tugging him closer to you. Tears fell down your cheeks, and you could taste their saltiness in the kiss.

This was your breaking point. There was no need to hide your emotions anymore. All of those feelings came crashing down the moment he kissed you. You wanted to forget about everything. You wanted to forget that he was getting married in only a couple of hours, forget about the fact that there was another woman in the picture. You wanted to forget absolutely everything. You wanted this moment to only be you and Joel.

But it was hard. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t forget. You couldn’t even push it to the back of your mind. All you could think about was that he was getting married and that this was more than likely the last kiss that you would ever share with him.

Joel kissed you with every ounce of passion that he had inside of him. He tried his best not to cry himself, especially when he noticed you crying. It broke his heart knowing that this was just a goodbye kiss, that he would never get to feel the taste of your lips again. It shattered him, knowing that he would never be able to gaze into those beautiful eyes of yours again.

It broke him even more when he had to break the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours and let out a broken gasp, his eyes squeezed shut. Tears threatened to fall down from his eyes as he held onto you. He squeezed your hips gently, trying to hold you as close as he could. 

He moved one hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tears, “Don’t cry, darlin’, you’re gonna make me cry.” He tried to laugh a little.

You chuckled through your tears and rubbed your eyes, “I… I just really want you to be happy, Joel.” You admitted, your heart breaking into pieces.

“I’m happy with you.” Joel whispered, sniffling quietly.

You took a deep breath and stood in silence for a moment, allowing the tears to fall down from your eyes before speaking again.

“I love you, Joel…”

Another moment of silence.

“I love you too…”

┉┉┉

You were sitting in the back, watching the ceremony begin. All of Joel’s and Jenna’s friends and family were surrounding you, and you felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb.

Professionally, you were very pleased with how the wedding turned out. It was beautiful, and all of the guests already seemed to be having a wonderful time. But you struggled to focus on that. All you could think about was Joel and that kiss you shared earlier.

Every time it popped back up in your head and you were reminded how that would more than likely be the last kiss shared between you two, you choked up and your eyes would tear up. You just had to keep reminding yourself to take deep breaths, for you didn’t want to cry in front of all of these strangers. 

You loved him, you do love him. And what shocked you just as much was that he loved you back. He was standing up at the altar, getting ready to marry someone else, all while he was in love with you.

You felt guilty. Jenna was a wonderful, sweet woman. She deserved to be with someone who wanted to be with her all the way, whose head wouldn’t turn. What you thought would just be a fun once or twice thing turned into a lot more with Joel. It escalated more than the two of you would have ever thought.

Your heart sank when you watched Jenna walk down the aisle being walked down by her father. Joel’s eyes were glued on her. There was such an adoration in his eyes that you recognized far too easily. It was the look of love. The one that he had given to you not too long ago. 

But, there was a difference between the look he gave you and the one he was giving her. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes as well. And you were the only one that knew the reason why.

Joel’s head was spinning as he watched Jenna walk down the aisle with her father. He had never seen her look so beautiful, so happy, so in love. He loved Jenna. He truly did. But he knew that after you came into his life, he wouldn’t be able to give her everything that she deserved.

Despite his love for Jenna, his heart wasn’t fully with her. And it never would be, not since you’ve appeared. Going through with this wedding was one of the hardest things he’s ever had to go through. But, he still had a decision to make; whether he was going to go through with it or not.

Your mind was gone when Joel was speaking his vows to his soon to be wife. You blanked all of it out. You allowed your mind to escape somewhere else. You didn’t want to hear a word of it, of how much he loved her, of how much he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her and grow old with her. It made you sick to your stomach.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and your breath was stuck in your throat. You feel like you could throw up and cry all at the same time. The longer his vows went on, the harder it was to keep in all your emotions and remain professional.

Thankfully, Joel’s vows were over and done with. There were tears in Jenna’s eyes, and you could have sworn you had never seen a woman so happy.

They were holding onto each other's hands, standing in front of one another while Jenna began to speak the vows she had been preparing for months.

Your eyes slowly moved over from Jenna to Joel. His reaction wasn’t nearly the same as hers was when hearing the vows. He looked just as lost as you did. He looked as though he was trying to escape somewhere else.

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest and your eyes widened as Joel glanced over at you in the middle of her speech. You were probably the only one in the audience who caught it, but it was as clear as day to you. He looked at you with such desperation and love, almost as if he was wishing to be with you instead. It was a quick glance, but you didn’t miss it. It didn’t even last a second before he turned his attention to Jenna, who had just finished her vows.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, which made you feel even more guilty. She was incredibly happy, standing next to a man who had deep feelings for someone else: you.

Your attention quickly went over to the pastor when he began speaking, the moment that both you and Joel had seemed to be dreading the most.

There wasn’t a lot of time left for either of you. You bit down on your lip so hard that you could have sworn you could sense the taste of blood.

“Do you, Jenna Morgan,” the pastor began.

The sound of your heart beating in your chest grew louder and louder with each passing second.

“Take Joel Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband,”

You bit down on your cheek, trying to prevent tears from ever forming. Your eyes darted between Jenna and Joel, and you could see Joel taking a couple of glances at you here and there. You knew that you were still in his mind.

“To have and to hold from this day forward,”

Jenna was staring at Joel with such real love. You knew that she was imagining spending the rest of her life with him, growing old, and loving him until the day she died. It hurt you immensely, knowing that Joel’s mind was somewhere else. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help your feelings towards Joel, and he couldn’t help his towards you.

“For better for worse, for richer for poorer,”

All Joel wanted to do was to run off the aisle and run over to you, to call the wedding off right then and there. He already knew that you were the one he wanted. You were the one that he wanted to hold at night. You were the one he wanted to be with, for better or for worse.

“In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,”

Joel was the one you wanted to love, as were you for him. The glances that he shared with you were now undeniable. With each sentence the pastor spoke, he would share a glance with you. There was a hope that maybe, just maybe, you would stand and object to the wedding, that you would cause an end to this.

“Till death do you part?”

You just wanted him to be happy. That’s all you’ve ever wanted for him. But he had told you that he was happy with you. Your mind was racing and debating with itself, not knowing the difference between what was right and wrong in this situation.

“I do…” Jenna vowed, staring at Joel lovingly. 

Yet again, your mind escaped the real world when the pastor was repeating the same vows to Joel.

While Jenna was staring at him with love in her eyes, he only looked out into the distance, debating with himself as well. He knew that deep down, he loved you. You were the one he wanted to be with, the one he wanted to be happy with. But he was in too deep.

“Till death do you part?”

The pastor repeating that ending line caused your heart to drop in your chest. You knew that this was the pinnacle moment that you had been waiting for.

Joel hesitated and looked over at you with a frown. Now, you were sure that there were multiple people that caught this look that he gave you, even Jenna.

She glanced over at you and furrowed her eyebrows before looking at Joel with a frown curving on the corners of her lips. The frown and confusion grew the longer he hesitated with his answer. His eyes remained on you until Jenna squeezed his hand to bring his attention back over to her.

Clearly, she knew something was up, but she tried to remain civil in front of everyone as she awaited Joel’s answer.

Joel quickly looked away from you and looked back over at Jenna, clearing his throat and trying to give her a small smile. He stared into his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak.

You felt a lump in your throat when you heard him speak those two dangerous words.

“I do.”

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Love is in the Air Masterlist

Joel Miller X Wedding Planner F!Reader

summary: You’ve always loved working as a wedding planner, helping people prepare for the most romantic day of their lives. But things don’t go quite as you expect when Joel hires you.

warnings/tags: 18+, no use on y/n, no outbreak au, infidelity, age gap (24 and 46), smut, angst

Part One: Love is in the Air

Part Two: Tensions Rise

Part Three: Tonight

Part Four: Ceremony

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An Old Pair of Pointe Shoes | Joel Miller X F!Reader

authors note: here's a short little something that's been in the drafts for a while for all my joel girlies!

summary: You and Joel take Sarah to her first ballet class.

warnings/tags: Pre outbreak, you and Joel being cute little parents, literally just some good old fluff

word count: 2.5k

You allowed yourself to relax on the couch for an hour or so, flipping through the pages of a book that you’ve been meaning to read for the last couple of months. Your eyes felt heavy as you turned to the next page, determined to keep reading while you had the chance to. After all, you never found too much time to yourself nowadays after you and Joel had Sarah. She was a handful, especially when she turned five and full of energy. But you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Being a mother was one of the biggest accomplishments that you could ever achieve in your life. Even though Sarah was always a big ball of energy, you loved how she managed to keep you on your toes every hour of every day. 

And you were grateful that you were able to spend time with her and stay at home while Joel went to work during the day. After having Sarah, there was nothing that you wanted more than to stay at home and take care of her, making sure that you were there for every moment of her early years. Joel, of course, was more than alright with that. He loved providing for the two most important girls of his life.

However, even though you spent most of your time at home, it was one of the toughest jobs that you’ve ever gone through. You never found too much time to relax for yourself, and this was one of those rare moments where you could lay back and rewind.

Sarah was off contently playing with her toys in her bedroom, and you took that time to find some time for yourself. And you decided to take that time to yourself by reading a book that has been sitting around, waiting to be read.

But, as you went to turn to the next page, you heard quick little footsteps approaching you. You smiled a little to yourself and sighed, marking your place in the book before setting it down. As you expected, little Sarah was running up to you with a wide smile on her face.

You sat up and returned her excited smile back to her, “Are you having fun with your toys?” You smiled at her, holding your arms out so she could run up to you and jump up into your lap like she usually would.

Sarah nodded excitedly, holding onto something that dangled in her hand while she hopped into your lap.

“Mommy! Look what I found!” Sarah beamed, holding out the found item in front of your face, almost too excited to show you, “Aren’t they pretty?” It seemed like that smile was permanently glued onto her face.

You were almost taken aback when you saw what she was holding in her hand. It was an old pair of your pointe shoes, back when you did ballet. That was years ago, and you completely forgot that you even had those lying around the house. She must have sneaked into yours and Joel's bedroom when you thought she was playing in her room.

The light pink color was pretty dull by now, and they were most definitely dead, but that didn’t seem to faze Sarah at all. She seemed completely amazed by the pair of dead pointes.

Just looking at those shoes brought back so many memories that warmed your heart. And seeing Sarah holding them in front of you was a whole new feeling for you to experience.

“Are these yours?” Sarah asked curiously, inspecting the shoes carefully in front of her face.

You chuckled quietly and nodded, “They used to be, yeah. I have a bunch of old shoes like that lying around somewhere.”

Her eyes lit up when you told her this, “Really?” She asked excitedly, “You were a ballerina?”

“Years ago, I suppose you could say that.” You smiled at her.

“Wow!” Sarah giggled as she held onto the shoes tightly as if it were her most prized possession.

Your smile grew as you watched her hold onto the shoes like they were one of her favorite dolls. It warmed your heart to see your daughter getting excited about something you were once passionate about.

“Can I have a pair of my own?” Sarah asked, her big brown puppy-dog eyes staring up at you. And there goes your heart melting in your heart again.

“You could, but you need to go to some dance classes for a couple of years first. Would you be interested in that?” 

You were expecting her to give it up and become uninterested instantly after hearing that it would take her a few years and that it was something that she would actually need to put hard work into. But that wasn’t her reaction at all. The light in her eyes never seemed to dim.

“Okay!” She exclaimed and set down the shoes on the couch next to you. She clapped her hands together and was practically jumping up and down in excitement, “I want to be a ballerina like you were, Mommy!”

Your smile only widened, “You want to put in some hard work and go to dance class?”

She jumped up and down again, unable to contain all of her excitement in that little body of hers, “Yeah!”

You laughed and held onto her hands to calm her down. She looked at you, her eyes filled with eagerness. There was no way that you could say no to her now.

“Alright then. I’ll sign you up for a few classes, and we can see how you like them.”

“Yay!!” Sarah had to physically try not to jump up in excitement again. She wrapped her little arms around you into a big hug, jumping up onto you.

You let out an ‘oof’ sound as she jumped up, and you wrapped your arms around her, laughing as you did so. Even though Sarah has spent her whole life around you, you can’t recall a time that you’ve ever seen her this excited.

You just couldn’t wait to buy her little ballet slippers and wrap skirts and see her wide smile as she twirled around in a little studio. Once you got the chance, you knew that you would do some research and sign her up for a class as soon as possible.

┉┉┉

“Do you have your phone?” You asked Joel, fidgeting with your fingers as you sat down on a bench outside of the studio.

Joel gave you a knowing look and a grin before pulling out his cheap little flip phone from his pocket, “Don’t ya worry, I’ve been working on figuring out how to take pictures on this thing for a week.” He mumbled, looking down at his phone with furrowed eyebrows, trying to find the camera.

You chuckled and nodded, taking a deep breath. Even though you tried not to be, you were nervous about Sarah’s first ballet class. Although you were beyond excited, you couldn’t help but worry if she was going to like it or not. And you had to keep reminding yourself that it would be okay if she ended up not liking it as much as she had initially thought. You were just happy that she was willing to try it in the first place.

Immediately after you had your little talk with Sarah, you grabbed your laptop and began doing some research and signed her up for the nearest pre-ballet class. The class was rather small and had kids ages four to five who were trying ballet for the first time.

You loved seeing all the young girls come in with their moms, dressed up in their little ballet pink leotards and skirts, their tiny ballet slippers tied up perfectly in a bow. But of course, you thought that Sarah was the cutest girl there. She looked like she was born to fit this role.

Her excitement never died down either. She was still just as excited as she was the day she found your pair of pointe shoes. It never faded even in the slightest. You were just as enthusiastic as she was.

Joel, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb. He wanted to be there to support his daughter, and Sarah practically insisted that he was there as well. Every other little girl that came in to dance came into the studio with their mothers. Joel was the only father there, dressed in a pair of worn out denim jeans and a green flannel.

Even so, he still wanted to go and support Sarah. It was a little awkward being the only man in the room, watching his daughter dance and twirl around in the studio, but that didn’t stop him from being there and watching her. He lived for these kinds of moments, watching his daughter beam with joy.

“You doing alright?” You asked as Joel sat down beside you, holding his phone in his lap.

Joel glanced over at you and nodded before looking back at the window that connected the dance studio and the waiting room, “Yeah ‘course. Just trying to figure out how this damn camera works.”

You giggled softly and shook your head, gently taking his phone from him and closing it, setting it down next to you instead, “Don’t worry about it. We don’t need any pictures. Sarah’s just happy that you’re here to watch.”

“You think? You don’t think she’s embarrassed to be the only one here with her dad?” He asked, a hint of nervousness in his own voice that caused you to sigh.

“Of course she isn’t embarrassed. She insisted on having you here. If anything, it just makes you the best father in the world to sit here and watch your daughter dance in a little tutu.” You laughed. 

He scoffed quietly and chuckled, running a hand through his hair before looking back over at Sarah through the window.

Sarah had her hands up above her head in an almost fifth position as she twirled around in little circles on her tippy-toes. It was one of the cutest things that you’ve ever seen. You remember when you first started ballet, and seeing Sarah so eager to follow in your footsteps was everything.

She was absolutely adorable, and almost a natural. All she wanted to do was spin and jump around, eager to move around in there with the other girls.

You looked over at Joel and a small smile curved on the corner of your lips. He was looking through the window, watching Sarah with a smile on his face, one that he probably didn’t even know was there in the first place.

You and Sarah were the two most important things in his life. And he loved Sarah more than anything, it melted his heart to see her dance around with such a wide smile on her face. He doesn’t think that he’s ever seen her this happy. He would do anything to see that smile of hers. Even if that meant taking her to a ballet class where he was the only dad.

Glancing back over from Sarah to Joel, you couldn’t help but smirk, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You teased him gently.

“What? I love seeing my little girl so happy.” He chuckled and shook his head, grabbing his phone to try and snap another picture of her hopping around the room with her hands on her hips. He was more interested in taking pictures and trying to capture the moment in a frame than you were. He may even be more excited about this whole thing than you were.

You couldn’t help but smile even more and gently kissed his cheek and set your hand on his thigh, “You’re the best, you know that?” You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder while continuing to watch Sarah in her ballet class.

Joel tried to hide his blush as he looked down a little and chuckled, feeling the vibrations from his chest, “You’re the best.” He whispered, leaning down a little to peck your lips while you rested on his chest. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head and rested upon yours, watching Sarah do a little curtsey during her first ever reverence.

┉┉┉

A few minutes later, Sarah ran out of the door with all the other girls she had shared the class with. They all ran to their moms while Sarah looked at you and Joel with a wide smile.

“Daddy!” She beamed and ran up to him excitedly, holding her arms out in anticipation of him picking her up, “Were you watching? Did you see me?” She asked enthusiastically, her words coming out a million miles an hour

Joel chuckled quietly as he picked her up when she ran up to him, resting her on his hip, “Yeah, I saw you in there. You’re quite the little dancer, aren’t ya?” He smiled, bouncing her on his hip as she giggled.

Sarah nodded quickly, staring up at Joel with wide, excited eyes, “Just like Mama!” she smiled, turning her attention over to you.

You looked at her and smiled softly, running a hand through her hair, “You were absolutely wonderful. Is it something you’d want to do again?”

Sarah didn’t need to think for another second before nodding in agreement. You laughed softly and couldn’t help but smile even more, knowing that the first thing you would do when you returned home was sign her up for another class.

“Did you ever dance, daddy?” Sarah asked curiously as she looked back up at her father.

Joel stifled a laugh before shaking his head, “All the dancing talent went to your mother. I have two left feet.”

Sarah huffed quietly and shook her head before dangling her legs, making Joel put her back down on the floor, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”

“Now, I think we should be headin’ back home and get dinner ready, don’t ya think?” Joel tried to convince her, looking over at you with those eyes, wanting you to help him escape this situation.

You just laughed and shook your head, “We can stay for a few minutes. We’re in no rush.” You smirked and crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall while watching Joel.

Joel huffed quietly as Sarah squealed excitedly, causing you to laugh even more.

Sarah held Joel’s hands, leaning back to twirl him around in a circle with her. Joel took a deep breath and smiled as he slowly walked in a circle with her.

“Faster, Daddy! You need to move like a ballerina!”

“I’m goin’ as fast as I can.” Joel laughed and shook his head as he continued twirling around in a circle with her.

There were still mothers and daughters getting ready and leaving the room, all of them sharing glances and smiles at Joel, but Joel didn’t seem to catch notice of any of them. All he could focus on was the wide smile that was on his daughter’s face.

Even though this was something that would have definitely embarrassed him years ago, he would do anything to see that smile on his little girl's face. And if that meant him being a ballerina, then so be it.

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#for science

bonus:

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Okay, so hear me out…

RIGHT AFTER OUTBREAK

20 YEARS AFTER OUTBREAK

See that?

Fuck yeah he’s so hot. I just can take it anymore. It’s too much…

Art by @shuploc

Link to both: RIGHT AFTER & 20 YEARS AFTER