…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
fanfiction is a rare gem and a solid, living proof that, in a world of tiktok, influencers and content posting, not everything is about money and going viral. art can still be art just for the sake of the artists’ pure love, joy and passion for the art they create. fanfic writers write 100k words and more about the characters they love for free. just because they love these characters and the art of writing so much. art is not dead and the world is still beautiful.
Summary: Joel comes home to find you upset; and comforts you.
CW: MDNI. 18+ only. Ddlg. Use of “Daddy” and “little one.” Brief sex. Cockwarming. Lots of cuddles.
A/N: @evolnoomym I wrote this for you. And @magpiepills and @noxturnalnymph the discord chat was so helpful. This is for you, too. (Lmk if you want the tags removed!)
Word count: 850ish
Joel could hear the music blaring on the walk up to the porch. Expecting you to be dancing in the kitchen, he hurried inside and made his way toward the music; dropping his work boots and gear near the door.
But what greeted him in the kitchen was anything but a dance party.
There you were; stone cold face; tear-stained; and body language fierce. Angry. All but slamming the clean dishes into the cupboards. You weren’t one for big shows of negative emotion, so Joel was concerned. This was so out of character for you.
“Baby?” He tried. Softly.
Your eyes shut tight, and you head fell; signaling that you’d heard.
“Talk to me, honey.”
Words failed you. Stuck in your throat. Trapped in your tornado of emotions. So you dropped the plate onto the counter, and grabbed your phone; heat and anger pouring off your body as you tapped and scrolled, and then slid the phone across the counter to him.
You resumed putting away dishes; turning the sound up for the bridge.
Joel patiently read what you showed him. His big index finger scrolling along with each progressive paragraph. You couldn’t look at him. You knew if you did, the dam would break and the façade would collapse. And it was the only thing holding you together.
But then, Joel turned the phone screen off, and his hands tenderly wrapped around your waist as he turned you to face him.
“Angel, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Not one bit.” He pulled you close and cupped your cheek.
His tenderness broke you open; your anger splitting into a piercing cry.
You collapsed in his arms, and he held you tight. Grounding you. Comforting you.
“I know that big heart of yours has so much love to give,” he soothed as you cried. “My good girl.”
One hand cradled the nape or your neck; and the other held you against him. His hand soothing it’s way up and down your spine.
The tears and snot streamed from your face; covering Joel’s shirt; making it hard to breathe.
“I just—” you whined.
“I know.”
“And—” your voice choked with emotion. But Joel knew. He always understood you.
“I’m so sorry, babygirl.”
You reach up and cling to him; tugging at his shirt; clawing at his back. The pain consumes you now; the flames engulfing you in searing agony. Your lungs heave and your throat aches as you wail.
“Don’t be strong for me. Keep going. Let it all out. Every last bit.”
Joel whispers; his sweet gravel voice tickling your ear.
He stays there with you. Toe to toe with your feelings. Steady. Your anchor. Until the bellows eventually turn softer; letting the sadness flow out of you.
Then he scoops you up and wraps your legs around his hips, and carries you out to the back porch. The scent of pine and gas station coffee wafts from his clothes. His heart thumps against yours.
The screen door creaked and slapped the frame as he stepped outside. Settling in with you on the overstuffed recliner, Joel aimed your back at the setting sun; knowing the golden light and gentle heat, would sooth you.
“You gave your whole heart; and that’s a beautiful thing. Not everyone knows how to care for something so precious.”
His words sting with truth.
“And some just want the fun and nothing more. But that’s not who you are, is it?”
You shook your head on his shoulder; your face tucked into the crook of his neck.
“You’re all in; feet first. My sweet girl.”
A few minutes in, Joel felt the shift in your energy. And of course he knew what to do.
“Does my little one need her Daddy?”
You shivered at his words. That pet name never ceased to melt you right into the floor.
His hands massage your hips in deep, slow strokes. Hoping he can ease your hurt, even a little. Hell, he’d fuck you 24/7 if that’s what it took.
Nodding your head, you lift your butt off his thighs where you straddled him, and he slipped a hand between you to pop open his jeans.
“That’s my girl. Take what you need from your Daddy. It’s all yours.”
“Every drop?” You half squeaked.
Joel held his dick up for you, and eased you down onto it.
“Every one.”
He filled you.
Stretched you taut.
Reminded you to breathe when he hit that spot. And when he bottomed out; he thrust up into you a few times, just the way you like. Kissing your cervix and invading your stomach; making it flip. Butterflies exploding low inside you as he fucked you. Helping shift your brain from pain to pleasure.
“I’m so proud of you. Loving so big and loud. Giving your whole heart. Knowing the risks and loving anyway.”
Joel tucked you back into his embrace; and rocked you slowly. Fucking you with an aching tenderness that healed you. His hands pressing his love for you into your skin as he held you against his chest.
Time passed; just the two of you. A long stretch of sweet quiet, that tied your heart even deeper to his.
And when the sun was down and your tears had dried, you knew, that it would be alright.
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