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millermouth · 6 months ago

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Joel Miller x Reader

summary: Joel never meant to let you get under his skin, but you did—slowly, quietly, until you were all he could think about. When you go missing on patrol, the months of keeping his distance end in an instant. Finding you hurt, vulnerable, waiting for him— he finally stops fighting what was inevitable.

babes idk this has been plaguing me all damn day okay? angsty, grumpy, eventually fluffy Joel Miller. im all about the drama today I've been getting a lot of requests about Joel tending to reader on a patrol gone wrong / Jackson!Joel so here is a whole one shot dedicated to all of you ♥︎

When Joel Miller came back to Jackson after taking Ellie from that hospital, he was on edge. Always on edge. The bags under his eyes darkened by the day, deep-set proof of sleepless nights spent tangled in sweat-drenched sheets, jolting awake from nightmares that left him breathless and clawing at the past. So he worked. Took on more patrols, fixed fences, chopped wood—kept his hands busy, his mind busier. If he let up, even for a second, the memories crept in like rot in the walls. That way when his head hit the pillow at night, he was too exhausted for dreams.

Then spring came, and with it, something new. Something warm. Something bright.

You.

He didn’t know where the hell you came from at first. Just that Tommy had dragged you in, half-dead and shaking, after your group got torn apart by Infected out near the old hunting cabins. He heard about it once Tommy could stomach telling the story—another tragedy, more unknown lives lost—but you? You survived.

And now he hardly recognized you as that scared, bloody thing they found in the snow. You were—Jesus—you were everywhere. Helping in the garden, stacking supplies, chattering with the old folks who baked you fresh bread or cookies because they liked how sweet you were. It was annoying. Distracting. You were too...bright. Too alive. Too much of a reminder of something he shouldn’t want. He didn’t even want to know your name, but it found him anyway.

“She wants to start helping on patrols,” Tommy said casually, slicing into his steak one Sunday night over dinner. Maria nodded, considering.

“We could always put her with—”

No. It was all Joel could think. Not you, not out there in the wilderness again. There was so much shit out there, you’d faced enough. Couldn't you just stay here, safe?

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “No?” he echoed, a little amused, a little suspicious.

Joel clenched his jaw, shoving another bite of food in his mouth, chewing slow to buy himself time as he realized he must’ve said it out loud. His throat went dry as he forced himself to swallow.

Joel forced a grunt, waved a hand vaguely. “Just think she’s too young to be goin’ out there. Didn’t she just get here?”

“She’s older than Ellie,” Tommy pointed out, spearing a potato on his fork. “And Ellie’s out there right now, you know that.”

Joel’s fingers curled tight around his knife. Yeah, he knew. Ellie was out on her first real two-day patrol, and he’d spent the last twenty-four hours half-sick over it. His eyes flickered to her empty seat, and he sent up a silent prayer that she was still safe.

“Well,” Tommy continued, oblivious, “I’m plannin’ on buddyin’ her up with one of my best guys. Jesse can take her. Shouldn’t be an issue. He’s quick on his feet, got a good eye.”

Jesse. Joel barely held back a sneer. The kid was fine, sure. But Jesse wasn’t the issue.

You were.

Joel sipped his shitty, lukewarm coffee from a chipped mug, scowling at how diluted it was as it settled on his tongue. He missed real coffee. Hated that he had to drink this watered-down bullshit. The only thing worse was the sharp knock at his door.

His jaw clenched.

With a heavy sigh, he set down the mug, already annoyed, and stomped over. If this was Tommy with more goddamn chores or Maria with another lecture about community responsibility, he was gonna—

Joel yanked the door open, glare already in place. But then he saw you, and his stomach dropped.

You stood there, a little breathless, strands of hair falling loose around your face despite how you’d tied it back. Morning sun caught on your skin, the warm glow of sweat making you look… Fuck. His grip tightened on the doorframe.

"Oh–Hi," you said, a little uncertain, shifting on your feet.

Joel just stared.

He hadn’t spoken to you. Not once. Hadn’t let himself. You were too damn…well, whatever you were, whatever part of him that couldn’t quite place what you did to him…he wanted no part of it. But now you were standing at his door, looking at him with those bright, wide eyes, and he felt like a teenage boy again.

His brows furrowed, lips pressed into a hard line. He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He had no clue what the hell to even say.

Your blush deepened under his stare. "Um," you murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Ellie told me to come grab her before I left for patrol. First time and all." A nervous laugh puffed out of you, light and breathy. "She said she keeps a map of the area—marked with all the bad spots. Ya know."

Joel blinked. His brain finally caught up.

Patrol.

Your patrol.

His jaw ticked. So Tommy still had you paired with Jessie then?

"Ellie," Joel called behind him, finally tearing his gaze from you.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs before Ellie appeared, still in her pajamas, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand.

"Hey!" she called when she met your gaze, brightening.

Joel grumbled something low and incoherent, something that excused him as he turned on his heel and headed back toward the kitchen. He didn’t dare look at you again. But he felt your eyes on him. Questioning. Curious.

He hated it.

You were in his house.

Moving around upstairs. Talking to Ellie. When the hell had you two become friends? Your voice filtered down, mixing with the soft creak of the floorboards, and Joel stood in the kitchen, fuming.

He shouldn’t care.

Shouldn’t give a shit about where Tommy had you stationed, who you were paired with, how ready you were or weren’t for the outside. It wasn’t his goddamn business. But the thought of you out there—stumbling into an ambush, stepping too loud in a place you shouldn’t, a clicker lurking just out of sight, waiting for one wrong move—made his chest tighten in a way he really didn’t like.

He braced a hand on the counter, fingers drumming against the wood.

A few minutes later, your footsteps padded back down as Joel was heading out the door for his own chores. He didn’t turn, didn’t move as you crossed through the house. Just as you made your way past him, your flowery scent, so feminine and light and soft—

"Bye, Joel."

Your voice was light. Casual. Like it was nothing. Like saying his name didn’t do anything.

But it did.

His body went rigid, like something had yanked him back into himself, back into that dark and tangled place in his head where things got real complicated real quick. His name in your mouth, soft and easy, made his skin prickle, made something heavy settle deep in his chest. It stuck to him like a damn burr, taking place and nestling tight in his mind. His name on your lips was like a song, something like a siren’s call made specifically for him. And he wanted to hear it again and again and again.

He was so fucked.

Joel spent the day trying not to think about you.

And managed to do a shit job of it.

His hands worked—fixing a busted stable door, making sure the latch held, leading the horses out into the pasture on the warmest day so far—but his mind stayed locked on one thing. Had you made it to the outpost? Was the trip quiet? Had Jesse kept you close? Had he been watching your back?

It was pissing him off, all this worrying about someone he barely even knew.

Joel huffed, trying to shake the gnawing in his chest. He just needed to get through the work. Keep his head down, get home, and sleep it off.

Then he saw Jesse.

The kid was near the stables, talking to Dina, grinning like he didn’t have a single worry in the goddamn world. Joel’s brow furrowed. His steps slowed as he stared, confusion creeping in. Jesse was back? Already? That didn’t make sense. It had only been half a day. Patrols didn’t wrap this early, not unless something had happened.

For a moment, he almost convinced himself he was grateful that the hours had passed without sight of you. Maybe that meant his mind was finally loosening the barb you’d stuck in him. Maybe, after today, he wouldn’t waste any more time thinking about you.

But that was a damn lie.

Because hadn’t he thought of you every single hour since you left his house this morning? Hadn’t his eyes kept tracking the road, half-expecting you to appear? Hadn’t he been waiting—hoping—for some confirmation that you were fine, that patrol had been canceled, that you had never even needed to go in the first place?

Something was wrong. He felt it.

His jaw clenched. “Jesse.”

The kid turned, hands shoved in his pockets. “Hey, Mr. Miller. What’s up?”

Joel frowned, eyes narrowing. “You’re already back?”

Jesse tilted his head, looking confused. “Uh… yeah?”

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, patience wearing thin. His fingers twitched at his side, a slow, creeping sense of unease taking root in his chest. “Patrols don’t usually wrap this early.”

Jesse blinked, then let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, right—yeah, I didn’t go. Switched last minute, said it was some schedule mix-up.”

Joel barely heard the rest of the explanation.

I didn’t go.

The words hammered around his skull, his stomach twisting. You hadn’t been with Jesse.

You’d been out there—out in those woods—this whole time without one of the few people in this place who could actually handle themselves.

His fingers twitched at his side, curling and uncurling. His breathing stayed slow, even, controlled—but that was only because every part of him was focusing on not snapping. “Who’d you switch with?” His voice came out too sharp, too flat, but he didn’t care.

Jesse shrugged, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind Joel’s eyes. “Uh… can’t remember his name. New guy. Kinda scrawny, blond—”

Joel didn’t need to hear any more.

He knew exactly who Jesse was talking about.

Fucking Caleb.

Barely twenty. Couldn’t shoot for shit. Slow on his feet. Jumpy. The kind of kid who hesitated. And Joel had seen firsthand what hesitation got people. It got them killed.

His vision went red. You. Out there. With some stupid kid.

His pulse was a dull, thudding roar in his ears. He should’ve put his foot down with Tommy. Should’ve stopped you from leaving his house this morning. You might've thought he was insane, maybe even hated him for it. But he had known it was a bad idea. He felt it in his gut. And now you were out in the goddamn wilderness with someone who barely knew his left from his right, and there wasn’t a damn thing Joel could do about it.

His chest rose and fell in slow, controlled breaths. His hands curled into fists.

Dina and Jesse went back to talking, still existing like everything was fine, like nothing had shifted, like nothing had gone wrong.

But Joel was already moving.

He needed his gun, he needed a horse.

And he needed to get to you—now.

Joel stormed toward the gates, his blood hot in his veins, fists clenched so tight his knuckles ached. The second he spotted Tommy, standing near the watch post, chatting with one of the patrol leads, he nearly exploded.

"What the hell were you thinkin’?" Joel’s voice came sharp, cutting through the quiet.

Tommy turned, brow furrowing. "What?"

"You sent that girl out with Caleb for her first patrol?" Joel seethed, stepping closer, his frame tense, his breath coming out hard and fast. "Are you kidding me? You said she was goin’ with Jesse, and I just saw him at the barn."

Tommy’s face darkened. "I didn’t do that."

Joel let out a harsh, humorless laugh, his hands going to his hips like he was physically holding himself back from breaking something, “That so? So why is Jesse tellin’ me you did?”

Tommy exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "No, Joel, I wouldn’t send two damn novices out together. They must’ve switched last minute and didn’t tell anybody."

Joel’s jaw locked. That answer didn’t make him feel any better.

"Christ," Tommy muttered, shaking his head. "Look, we’ll deal with it when they get back—"

"Deal with it?" Joel barked. "If they get back, Tommy. That dumbass kid don’t know his left from his right. He hesitates, he panics—she’s out there alone."

Tommy held up a hand, voice leveling. "Joel. Just wait. We don’t even—"

"RIDERLESS HORSE COMING IN!"

The shout came from above.

Both brothers whipped their heads toward the gate as someone from the watchtower pointed out toward the open plains.

Joel’s stomach plummeted. Every muscle in his body went tight as the gallop of hooves thundered against the dirt, stirrups flapping madly at its sides, the dark blur of a horse sprinting toward the gates.

"Shit," Tommy muttered, already waving for them to get it open. "Whose is it?"

The guard peered over the ledge, adjusting his scope. "Looks like… it’s Eclipse. Who took him out today?"

The world dropped out from under Joel’s feet. The barn door he was working on, it was that horse. He saw your name on the check out clipboard by his stall. No, no no. This was all some sick nightmare he was in.

Tommy’s eyes went wide as he looked at Joel, all the color draining from his face.

The sound of his own breath—too loud, too ragged—roared in his ears. That was your horse. Your only goddamn way back. And now it was here. Without you.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. His feet were already moving, shoving past Tommy, heading straight for the stables.

"Joel—"

He ignored Tommy, grabbing his saddle, moving with a purpose that wouldn’t be stopped. Strapped on his rifle as he checked it out at the booth, barely sparing a glance at the patrol guard logging the weapons. His hands worked fast, quicker than they had in a long time, muscle memory kicking in as he moved on autopilot.

He made his way straight to his usual horse, Diablo, getting him tacked up in record speed. The gelding shifted under his hands, picking up on the tight, coiled tension radiating off of him. Joel didn’t ease him. Didn’t whisper the usual steadying words, consumed only with thoughts of where you could be.

"Joel, dammit—think about this," Tommy’s voice rang out behind him, stepping up into the stall, frustration biting at the edges of his words. "You can’t just go out there alone. We’ll send a group—"

"Don’t have time," Joel muttered, cinching the saddle tight.

"You don’t even know what happened—"

"Exactly."

Joel’s voice came sharp, bitter, final. He turned, finally looking at Tommy, and his brother must’ve seen something in his face—something dark, something unmoving—because whatever argument he was about to make died on his tongue.

Joel led the horse out of the stables quickly, boots heavy against the dirt. Diablo tossed his head, nostrils flaring, sensing the shift in him. Once they were outside, Joel hoisted himself into the saddle in one swift motion, gathering the reins, already angling the horse toward the gates.

"Joel, for fuck’s sake—"

"Open the gate."

His voice was low, commanding.

The men guarding the post hesitated, glancing at each other, then at Tommy.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

Joel’s jaw ticked, grip tightening. "Open the damn gate!" he snapped, his voice a sharp crack of thunder, booming across the yard. Diablo snorted beneath him, ears pinning back as his hooves shifted nervously in the dirt.

Still, no one made a move. Joel’s patience snapped.

He swung his glare back to Tommy, voice low, dangerous. "You can stay here and play it safe, but I’m going."

Tommy exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing a hand down his face, muttering something under his breath. But he gave a quick nod to the men at the gate.

The locks disengaged. The doors groaned.

Joel didn’t wait.

The second the opening was wide enough, he kicked his heels in, sending Diablo into a hard gallop, tearing out into the open.

He didn’t care what Tommy had to say.

Didn’t care that he was riding into the unknown, alone.

Didn’t care that this wasn’t his fight.

He didn’t care that he hardly knew you.

Because he did know you, after all.

You were light and soft and gentle in a world that hardened even the best of souls. You smiled at people when they spoke to you, laughed easily, touched others when you talked—little brushes of your fingers over an arm, a squeeze to a shoulder, things Joel wasn’t used to seeing anymore. You had no reason to be kind, no reason to be so goddamn good, and yet, you were.

And now the world had you.

It didn’t matter that he’d never spoken to you, that he had tried so damn hard to keep his distance. He had stayed away, convinced himself it was better that way, easier. But that hadn’t stopped you from getting into his head, hadn’t stopped you from settling into the places he didn’t have room for you, hadn’t stopped his chest from tightening all goddamn day wondering if you were still breathing.

Because he knew what was out there.

He knew what waited in the trees, in the shadows, in the abandoned places people never came back from. He knew how quickly a routine patrol could turn into a massacre, how easy it was to be there one second and gone the next. He knew how fast infected could pop up from the dark, how quickly a gun barrel could press against a skull, how little it took for someone like you to disappear forever.

And if that happened—if he found you out there, lifeless and cold—Joel didn’t know what the hell he’d do.

Joel spotted the outpost cabin up ahead, barely visible through the dense green of the trees, its frame old and weather-worn. A lone horse stood tied outside, shifting restlessly. As he rode closer, his eyes flicked to the J brand on its croup. Caleb’s.

His stomach twisted.

He swung off Diablo without thinking, barely registering his own movements as he tied the reins to the nearest branch. His heart was hammering, his breath coming hard and fast, sweat slicking the back of his neck as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

His heart launched into his throat when he first saw you. You were slightly slumped against the wall, your fingers curled tenderly around your leg, face pale.

Joel could barely breathe. His body moved quickly, crossing the space in seconds. You were alive, you were alive. Everything was fine.

Your eyes widened in surprise, but then something in your face softened—relief, gratitude. "Joel?"

His throat was dry. "What happened?" His voice came rough, low, sharp with something too close to panic.

Your lips parted like you weren’t sure if you were hearing him right. This was the first time he had ever spoken to you—really spoken to you—but right now, none of that mattered.

You exhaled shakily. "Eclipse spooked at something. Threw me off. I-I landed wrong." You grimaced, shifting slightly as you gripped your leg. "I think it’s broken.”

Joel’s chest went tight. Broke your leg. Out here. With no way back.

The scenario was too damn close to something worse, and he hated how easily his brain filled in the gaps. If you hadn’t made it to the outpost…if you’d landed just a little worse. Where the hell was your supposed patrol partner and why wasn’t he taking you back to Jackson?

"How long you been here?" His voice was clipped, his hands already moving, pushing back the fabric of your pants to see the damage.

"Couple hours," you murmured, watching him. "We managed to get here, checked the logbook like we were told to. I didn’t know what else to do."

Joel’s jaw flexed. You were trying to be strong. He could see it in the way you held yourself, in the way you downplayed the situation, like you weren’t sitting here with a broken goddamn leg and no real protection.

Before he could say anything else, footsteps sounded at the doorway.

Caleb.

Joel looked up, and something in him snapped.

The kid had the nerve to look relieved. "Oh—Joel, you found us."

Joel was already on his feet, moving. He shoved the kid—hard.

Caleb stumbled back, barely catching himself against the doorframe. "H-hey—!"

"The hell were you doin' leaving her here?," Joel seethed, stepping forward, voice low and dangerous. "You left her here hurt and alone while you what? Sat on your ass?"

Caleb swallowed hard, eyes flickering between him and you. "I didn’t—I didn’t leave, I was out checking the perimeter—"

"Checking the perimeter?" Joel’s breath came sharp, bitter. "She’s got a broken goddamn leg. What the hell were you gonna do if something came through that door? If infected caught her like this? Why didn’t you turn back and take her home?!”

Caleb’s face flushed, his mouth opening like he wanted to argue, but Joel was already done listening.

"Get back to Jackson." He shoved the kid toward the door again, barely resisting the urge to do worse. "Tell ‘em she’s alive. Tell ‘em we’ll be back once I've patched her up.” Joel leaned in, voice dropping into something dangerous. "I’ll deal with you later."

Caleb hesitated, like he wanted to say something, but one more look at Joel’s face must’ve changed his mind.

He left, the door shutting behind him, and only silence followed.

Joel exhaled hard through his nose, still standing there, still furious, still running too hot, his hands clenched into fists.

“You didn’t need to be so hard on him,” you said softly from where you sat.

Joel’s scowl was back in full force as he turned toward you. "And you—" His voice came sharp, and that was when it hit him.

He was here. With you. Alone. And he was speaking to you for the first time. He had been so panicked when he walked in he barely noticed. The words he was ready to lash at you to you weren’t kind, weren’t measured. They were biting. They came with anger and frustration and fear and all the shit he hadn’t let himself process on the ride over.

He scrubbed a rough hand down his face, trying to reel himself in. "What the hell were you thinkin’? Switching out Jesse from your crew? Ain’t this your first patrol?"

Your mouth parted slightly, caught off guard. "I didn’t—" you hesitated. "I didn’t think it was a big deal. Jesse misses Dina, they wanted to spend more time—"

"Jesus, girl," Joel muttered, shaking his head. "That shit don’t matter! He was supposed to watch you because this is your first time out here. You needed someone in charge. Someone who knows the way."

You scrunched your nose, a flicker of irritation sparking across your face. "We were doin’ just fine."

Joel let out a dry, humorless scoff. "Yeah, looks fine to me."

And then—he stopped himself.

The words sat between you both, heavy, cutting.

This wasn’t how this should go.

He didn’t want this to go like this. Didn’t want the first real conversation between you to be this snappy, this barbed. You’d just made him so goddamn angry with your irresponsibility, had scared him too damn bad, and now he was running his mouth like some short-tempered asshole.

He needed to breathe. He needed to calm down.

Joel took a slow breath, scratching his beard before crouching back down in front of you. His fingers were still twitching, his body still wired too tight, but he forced himself to focus.

"Let me see again," he muttered, voice still gruff, but quieter now.

Your eyes flickered over his face, searching, but you didn’t argue. You shifted slightly, biting down a wince as you let him push the fabric of your pants up further to assess the break.

Joel’s jaw ticked. It was swelling badly already, bruising and tender to the touch, but at least it was something that could be fixed. That he could fix.

"Don’t look too bad," he murmured, rolling his shoulders to shake off some of the tension.

"Really?" you huffed, shaking your head. "Cause it sure hurts."

Joel reached for his pack, pulling out what little medical supplies he had before scanning the cabin. "Just need to make a splint," he muttered.

His hands moved carefully, barely grazing you, barely touching you any more than he needed to. He worked in silence at first, securing the wood, wrapping the bandage around your leg in tight, practiced motions. You kept still, your breath catching here and there when he adjusted the angle, but otherwise, you didn’t complain.

And maybe that should have been his first sign.

Joel wasn’t sure when he noticed it—the way you were watching him, the way your fingers curled just slightly into the fabric of your pants, like you were bracing yourself for something more than just the pain in your leg.

He should have ignored it. Should have finished his work and moved on.

But something about the way you stayed quiet, your lips pressed together like you were holding something back, made him pause.

"You’re quiet," he murmured, tying the last knot in place.

You blinked. "What?"

Joel smirked, just slightly. "Was expectin’ more complainin’. But you’re sittin’ awful still."

You swallowed, your eyes flicking away for just a second before you forced a small, breathless laugh. "Just tryin’ to be a good patient, I guess."

He could tell that wasn’t the whole truth. And for some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from pushing.

"That so?" His fingers lingered a little longer than necessary, grazing against the bandage before he pulled back. "You ain’t the nervous type, are ya?"

You let out a soft scoff, but your voice was quieter now. "No."

But you hesitated, and Joel noticed. He wasn’t supposed to like that. Wasn’t supposed to let it sit in his chest the way it did. But you did things to him, even from the very moment you’d arrived. You’d gotten under his skin in ways he hadn’t been prepared for, and even now, as he knelt beside you, his fingers still lingering over the bandage, he wondered—

He thought he’d been the one avoiding you at all costs. He thought he’d been keeping clear of the girl who was too bright and bushy-tailed, someone who was so different from him, so good. He thought he’d done a damn good job of steering clear, of making sure he was just another face in Jackson to you.

But now, looking at you—your cheeks tinged pink, your breath just a little uneven, your hands clenching and unclenching like you didn’t know what to do with them—his mind pulled back to the little things. The way you would duck out of his way every time too. The way, if he ever caught your eye across a room, your cheeks would flush, your fingers would twitch, and you’d excuse yourself just as quickly as he had.

And when you had come to his house to find Ellie… You had been flustered then, just as uncertain as him, though he had been too wrapped up in his own damn head to see it. He’d been too focused on why the hell you were standing there in his doorway, too busy trying to tamp down the immediate, sharp pull in his chest that had threatened to unravel him the second he saw you in the morning light. He had been so sure he was the only one feeling it, so convinced he was the only one being rattled by your presence.

But he remembered the way you had blushed under his stare, shifting on your feet, your voice softer than usual, your breath catching just slightly when he didn’t say anything right away.

Jesus. Had you felt it too?

Had you been trying to stay away from him just as much as he had been trying to stay away from you?

Had it been there this whole time?

And if it had…

Then Joel didn’t stand a goddamn chance.

Something slow and warm uncurled in his chest, something dangerous that he swore he’d lost for forever. His fingers brushed against your knee as he adjusted the wrap, just the lightest graze, but it was enough to make you shift, to make you pull in a breath.

His throat very dry suddenly as he spoke, "Somethin’ wrong?" His voice was low, quiet.

You blinked, shaking your head too quickly. "No."

But you hesitated. Joel smirked. "No?"

You exhaled sharply, dropping your gaze. "Joel—"

His name in your mouth did something to him. Something deep and warm and dangerous.

"Hm?" he hummed in question, his voice quieter now, rougher at the edges.

You hesitated, shifting slightly under his touch again, your fingers tightening against the fabric of your pants before you finally looked up at him again. There was something in your eyes—uncertainty, hesitation, something else—and for a second, he almost thought you wouldn’t say it.

Then, softly, you whispered, "Why’d you come all the way out here?"

His chest went tight, his breath uneven. There were a hundred ways he could answer, a hundred ways he could try to explain what had driven him out here, why he had stormed out of Jackson without a second thought, why he had spent every damn second of the day thinking about whether you were still alive.

His fingers found yours, brushing over your knuckles before he took them, his touch hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he had any business holding you like this. His grip was steady, warm, his thumb grazing over your skin in slow, careful circles—maybe to soothe you, maybe to soothe himself.

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to just say it.

"I had to," he murmured.

And then, before he could stop himself, before he could think about how much of a fool he was making of himself if you pulled away, how out of his depth he was, he kissed your hand.

Your fingers were so soft, so small in his wide grip, his calloused palm swallowing yours as his lips pressed into your knuckles. His eyes stayed on you all the while, drinking in every shift, every reaction—how your pupils blew wide, how the flush crept hot across your cheeks, how your tongue darted out to wet your lips like you didn’t even realize you were doing it.

Joel didn’t move, didn’t let go, didn’t do a damn thing but hold you there, feel you there, his lips pressed against you like he had any right to be touching you like this.

Slowly and carefully, as if you didn’t want to startle him, you lifted your free hand. Your fingers brushed tentatively along his jaw, skimming through the rough patch of stubble on his cheek, tracing over the lines life had carved into him. You were watching him now, your eyes flickering down, settling on his lips.

Joel only released your knuckles from his lips when he felt your hand pulling him closer to you, and he let you.

For once, after so many years of feeling like he needed to always be thinking of the next move, to be in control at every turn, his mind went quiet.

It was never quiet.

Not since the world had ended. Not since he’d lost everything. His thoughts had become a constant, grinding machine—always assessing, always calculating, always searching for the next threat, the next weak spot, the next thing that could go wrong. He had learned, too many times over, that the second you let your guard down, you paid for it in blood.

So he never let himself stop.

But now, you were touching him. So soft, so gentle, so careful. Your fingers running over his jaw like he was something worth handling carefully. Like you weren’t afraid of him.

And for the first time in years, that instinct—the one that told him to always be ready, to be hard, detached, sharp—just… stopped.

His mind went quiet.

And then your mouth found his.

The kiss was tentative at first, cautious, like neither of you wanted to be the one to break it, to admit this was happening. But then your fingers curled into the nape of his neck, your breath warm against his, and Joel—god help him—tipped his head and deepened it.

His hand found your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek, holding you there, steadying you like he needed to, like he had to.

And for the first time in a long, long time,

Joel let himself have something good.

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colouredbyd · 15 days ago

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The Pickle Theory

poly!jegulus x fem!reader

summary: james gets incredibly offended when you remind him you don’t like pickles. he knew that, obviously. on a diner date with him and regulus, james is determined to prove he’s the perfect boyfriend.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, pouty james, soft regulus, modern au, soft teasing banter, regulus being a little shit, slight jealousy, subtle crack, play fighting, kissing, making out, and bickering.

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authors note: idk why i wrote this lols, but this is based on me bec i hate pickles

“Do you think he’s gonna take long?” you murmur, your voice soft, barely rising above the low hum of conversation and clinking cutlery in the crowded diner.

Regulus looks up from the laminated menu he’s not really reading and turns to you with that particular unreadable expression he’s mastered.

His hair is tucked neatly behind one ear, sleeves of his black jumper pushed just past his wrists, silver rings catching the glow of the overhead lights.

“I don’t know,” he says after a moment, voice low. “Probably. You know how he gets when he’s deciding between fries and onion rings.”

You huff a quiet laugh, gaze drifting toward the front counter where James is standing in line, bouncing slightly on his heels.

He’s close now—just two or three people from the register—his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets as he leans forward to re-scan the menu, even though you all settled on your orders before you’d even stepped inside.

“I think you should remind him,” Regulus adds, still not looking up. “You know how he is when he’s distracted. He’ll start thinking about sauces and forget everything else.”

You bite your lip, because he’s right. Of course he’s right.

It’s not that James is forgetful—far from it.

The problem is that once he gets wrapped up in decision-making—curly fries or straight-cut, soda or milkshake, what flavor milkshake, does Regulus want ketchup or hot sauce, do you want the same thing as last time or should he surprise you—his brain becomes a crowded theater of possibilities, and everything else fades into static.

And you’re not really in the mood to unwrap your burger and find two limp pickle slices glaring up at you like small green betrayals.

You feel your phone in your coat pocket and pull it out quickly, glancing at the time before opening your messages. You’re not sure why you feel slightly guilty about it. Maybe because James always insists he remembers your order.

Still, you type:

can you plss make sure you got my burger with no pickles pleaaaseee jamiee <3

You hesitate, then quickly follow it up with another:

oh and don’t forget reggie likes extra pickles

You hit send and set your phone face down on the table with a soft thud, turning back toward Regulus just as he lifts his gaze from the window.

You expect him to resume whatever thread of conversation you were barely having before, but instead he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowed with the faintest trace of amusement.

“What did you just text him?” he asks, already suspicious.

You blink. “Nothing. Just… reminded him about the pickles.”

Regulus lifts his hand and gestures subtly toward the counter. “Because he’s glaring at his phone like it just personally offended him.”

You turn instinctively, craning your neck to see James standing at the very front of the line now, his phone held loosely in one hand, his other hand still stuffed into his pocket.

His eyebrows are furrowed. His mouth is pulled into a dramatic pout. He hasn’t even moved forward to speak to the cashier yet.

“Oh no,” you whisper, reaching for your phone again.

You tap the screen and see the message immediately:

obviously i knew u dont like pickles how dare u remind me im a good boyfriend :(

You stare at the screen for a second, your heart swelling with a rush of affection so sudden it almost makes you dizzy.

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh, and glance up at Regulus, who is already watching you with thinly veiled amusement.

“He’s upset I reminded him about the pickles,” you say, biting back a grin.

“Of course he is,” Regulus replies coolly. “You questioned his boyfriend abilities.”

Moments later, your six-foot-something boyfriend finally emerges from the front of the diner, balancing a fully loaded tray like it’s a piece of fragile art.

Three burgers, three orders of fries, one basket of onion rings, an unreasonable variety of sauce packets scattered across the tray like confetti—and for some reason, four milkshakes.

He’s pouting.

Which, honestly, looks a little ridiculous on someone built like he could bench press a car. His curls are slightly mussed from the effort of navigating the crowd, his hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms, and his face is the picture of theatrical betrayal.

You exchange a look with Regulus just as James reaches your table, and then—very pointedly—drops the tray in front of you like he’s been wronged by the entire universe.

“Y/N,” he says, entirely too loud, “I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know you hate pickles!”

He looks genuinely wounded as he plops down beside you, legs bumping yours, thigh warm against your own.

“I remember things about you,” he whines, looking at you like you just betrayed him in a duel.

You open your mouth to respond, but Regulus doesn’t even give you the chance. He laughs—open, full, unbothered.

“You’re such a baby,” he says, shaking his head and reaching calmly for his burger. “She was just making sure.”

“No,” James shoots back immediately, whipping his head toward Regulus with narrowed eyes. “No, you wanker, she was insinuating I’m a bad boyfriend. That I’m incapable of remembering what my girlfriend likes on her burger. Which, by the way—offensive.”

You finally let out the laugh you’ve been holding in. “James,” you say gently, reaching for your drink, “you’re being dramatic. I just didn’t want pickles. I wasn’t trying to assassinate your character.”

“Same thing,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes and glance at the tray, only just now noticing. “Wait—why did you get four milkshakes?”

James, still sulking, straightens slightly and begins pointing to each item like he’s presenting a curated exhibit.

“Well,” he starts, “I didn’t know if you wanted chocolate or cookies and cream, so I got both. Regulus mentioned vanilla last week, but he also likes strawberry sometimes. So two for him.”

“I didn’t say I liked strawberry,” Regulus says around a bite of his burger.

James ignores him entirely and continues. “Also, I couldn’t decide between fries and onion rings. So I got both, oh and Reg likes his sauces, so I got all of them. All the ones they had. Even the weird garlic one.”

You blink. “So this entire tray is basically a manifestation of your indecision.”

“It’s not indecision,” James says quickly. “It’s love.”

You can’t help it—you laugh. A proper, full laugh that has your head tilting back and your shoulders shaking, especially when James gives you the most indignant little pout like he doesn’t understand why you’re not taking him completely seriously.

You shake your head, finally reaching for your burger. “You’re impossible,” you say, still smiling as you unwrap it carefully. “But thank you. For remembering and for bringing enough milkshake to drown in.”

“You’re welcome,” James replies, absolutely glowing under the praise.

Regulus, without fanfare, is already biting into his own burger. You watch as his eyes flutter shut briefly, a small sound of approval humming low in his throat.

His burger looks different from yours—darker sauce, different kind of bun maybe. You can see pickles already slipping out from one side, and he doesn’t even try to catch them.

James grabs his own burger at last, lifting it to inspect the wrapping like he’s just unboxing something sacred. But before he takes a bite, he turns immediately to Regulus and, without asking, holds the burger out in front of him.

“Here,” he says, nudging Regulus’s elbow. “Try mine. It’s the smoky one.”

Regulus glances at it briefly. “You haven’t even bitten it yet.”

James shrugs. “So? Just take a bite. I want to see if it’s better than yours.”

With a quiet sigh that’s really more of a smile in disguise, Regulus leans in and takes a slow bite from the offered burger. He chews thoughtfully, and then looks mildly impressed.

“That’s actually really good,” he says, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Yours might be better.”

James grins like he’s just won something. “I knew it.”

He turns to you next, lifting the burger in offering. “Want to try?”

You blink. “You’re offering me a bite before you’ve even had one yourself?”

“I’m generous,” he says, tilting the burger closer to your face.

You roll your eyes but lean in anyway, taking a bite. The flavor bursts across your tongue—smoky, rich, a little sweet, definitely better than you expected.

“Okay,” you admit, swallowing, “yeah. That’s good. I’d trade.”

James is still watching you, chewing slowly like he's waiting for something, and the moment the words “I’d trade” leave your mouth, you know you’ve set something in motion.

Without hesitation, he pushes the burger toward you again.

“Alright. You’re keeping it,” he announces.

You frown slightly. “Wait—what?”

“That’s your burger now,” he says, dead serious. “I’m giving it to you — and not just because I love you. No. Because I am a good boyfriend.”

You stare at him. “You’ve taken one bite.”

“Exactly. One bite was enough for me to prove a point,” he says, gesturing between you and the burger. “That was the test; the boyfriend test, and I passed.”

You blink. “What test?”

He raises an eyebrow, mock-horrified. “The test you clearly thought I would fail when you texted me about the pickles.”

“Oh my God,” you groan, sitting back a little. “You’re still on about the pickles?”

“Yes!” he fires back, voice rising in mock outrage. “You reminded me. Me. As if I’ve ever—ever—given you a burger with pickles on it. You think I don’t remember things about you? Do you think this is my first day as your boyfriend?”

Regulus is watching this unfold with the detached amusement of someone observing wild creatures through glass.

He lifts his milkshake and takes a long, loud slurp. (huge emphasis on loud)

You pause mid-glare, snapping your head toward him.

“Regulus,” you say, scandalized, “can you not slurp like that while I’m in the middle of a very important conversation?”

He blinks at you, unbothered. “Sorry,” he says flatly, and then—without breaking eye contact—slurps again.

You whip back to James, exasperated. “Where was I?”

James lifts a finger solemnly. “You were in the middle of doubting my boyfriend abilities via text message.”

“Right.” You nod. “As I was saying,”

“I reminded you once,” you protest, laughing despite yourself. “It wasn’t an attack on your boyfriend credentials.”

“Yes it was,” James insists. “It said, ‘I don’t trust you, James. I think you’ll bring me a burger full of pickles.’”

Regulus chokes slightly on his milkshake, coughing into his napkin. “That’s not what it said,” he mumbles, amused.

James ignores him entirely and looks at you again. “So, to restore my honor, I am now gifting you the better burger.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, but you’re smiling, shaking your head as you look down at the burger in question.

“And you,” he says, pointing at you with a fry, “are now in possession of two things. One, a delicious burger. And two, indisputable evidence that I am, in fact, an excellent boyfriend who remembers everything. Including your hatred of pickles.”

“James,” you say, trying not to laugh, “I never said you weren’t a good boyfriend.”

“But you implied it!”

Regulus finally speaks up again, looking mildly impressed. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“No,” James says. “Because I know I’m a good boyfriend, and I just feel like I shouldn’t have to prove that with burger martyrdom, but if that’s what it takes, then fine. I’ll suffer.”

You reach for the burger slowly, giving him a long, amused look. “Fine. I’m taking it. Happy?”

James leans back, triumphant. “Overjoyed.”

Regulus lets out a breath. “God, you’re exhausting.”

“Exhaustingly lovable,” James replies with a grin.

You roll your eyes, still smiling, and lift the burger to your mouth for another bite.

You won’t admit it out loud, but it really is better than yours.

James watches you like it’s a victory parade.

“You know what this means, right?” he says.

You chew slowly, eyeing him. “What.”

“It means next time, no texts,” he says smugly. “Just blind faith. I’ve earned that.”

Regulus leans forward, cool as ever. “Or she just texts me instead.”

James gasps. “Don’t you dare.”

You laugh, and in the corner of your eye, you see Regulus smirk before taking another bite of his own burger, completely unbothered.

You wouldn’t trade either of them for anything.

By the time the table is cleared and the fourth milkshake has been divided, argued over, and then mostly finished by Regulus when no one was looking.

The three of you are full—content in that heavy, happy way that always comes after shared food and shared laughter.

James grabs your bag without asking, slinging it over his shoulder like it’s second nature. Regulus shrugs into his coat, then reaches for yours and holds it out for you, silent but expectant, brows raised.

You smile at him as you slide your arms into the sleeves, and he gently pulls the collar into place behind your neck.

The air outside the diner is cooler than you expected, crisp and a little damp with the promise of evening settling in.

You’re all a little sluggish, warmed from food and from each other, walking without any real direction except forward and together.

James is in the middle. He always ends up there, and neither of you mind. His hand brushes yours with each step.

And then, without warning, Regulus stops walking. He turns toward James, reaches up, and gently squishes his cheeks between both hands.

“You’re getting pouty again,” Regulus says, his voice dry but fond, fingers pressing into James’s face until his lips purse like a fish.

“Stop sulking. You’re the best boyfriend. Consider this your official declaration.”

James blinks at him, startled, cheeks still squished in Regulus’s hands. Then, in one swift motion, he leans forward and kisses him.

Hard.

It’s sudden and heated, all lips and hands and James’s breath catching a little like he wasn’t expecting the contact to mean so much.

Regulus responds just as quickly, steady and sure, and you’re left blinking at them like someone just hit pause on your night and replaced it with something off a movie screen.

“Hey!” you interrupt, voice loud and teasing. “What about me? That’s not very good boyfriend behavior.”

They break apart slowly, both a little breathless, and turn to look at you.

James’s cheeks are flushed. Regulus’s ears are pink.

They glance at each other, share some silent conversation that passes too quickly for you to follow, and then both move toward you in tandem.

“Wait—” you start, backing up half a step, laughing already. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

But they don’t wait.

James gets to you first, pressing a kiss to your cheek as his arms wrap securely around your waist. Regulus follows a heartbeat later, mouth brushing warm just beneath your jaw.

Another kiss lands on your temple. Then the bridge of your nose. The corner of your mouth. They’re trading places with practiced ease, like this is a game they’ve played a hundred times before (which they totally have)

You’re trying to speak, to protest through your laughter, but every word dissolves into giggles.

“Okay, okay—” you manage, breathless. “That’s enough, you’re going to make me fall over.”

Suddenly, Regulus’s voice drops into your ear, low and teasing.

“You do realize,” he murmurs, “that you doubted James’s ability to remember your burger order. The pickle thing?”

You roll your eyes, but before you can reply, Regulus presses a kiss behind your ear and tightens his grip, pulling you closer.

“You never remind me,” he adds with a sly grin. “Not once. You trust me to get it right. Meanwhile, James is over there sulking because you tested him with the pickles.”

James spins around at that, cheeks flushing bright red. “Oh my God!”

You laugh and try to squirm free, but Regulus holds you firm, his warmth and quiet confidence wrapping around you like a shield.

“Stop it,” you say between giggles. “Don’t keep winding him up!”

Regulus’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks James up and down, voice dripping with mock superiority.

“You’re the one who forgot the pickles the first time,” he says, “and now she’s texting reminders. It’s adorable how wounded you are.”

James throws his hands up, exasperated. “I am not wounded! I’m just… recalibrating my feelings about this whole pickle ordeal.”

You giggle harder. “Regulus! Stop reminding him about the pickles!”

“Nope,” Regulus replies smugly, tightening his hold.

James pulls out his phone, throwing you both a wild look. “I’m calling Sirius.”

Regulus leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Go ahead, I doubt he will even pick up.”

You shake your head, laughing as James dials, the absurdity of it all making your chest feel impossibly full.

Regulus really is a little shit. He lives for moments like this — winding James up until he’s practically vibrating with frustration, all while wrapping you in his arms.

You both know that once you get home, Regulus will make it up to James with soft kisses and whispered apologies that even his stubborn heart can’t resist.

But for now, he’s loving every second of teasing James mercilessly while you laugh like a kid watching the chaos unfold.

All of it, even the pickles, fits perfectly into what you call the Pickle Theory: sometimes the smallest things become the biggest tests of love.

And sometimes, those tests come with no pickles at all.

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sunrizef1 · 1 year ago

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Please Please Please

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: this isn't what the poll was for dw lmao | also I've been caught out by lando once again 😭 he's just the best fit for this song

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n0vazsq · 9 months ago

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Underneath the (ice) sheets | MV1 x Reader

pairing . . . max verstappen x figure!skater!reader

summary . . . When Max suddenly starts appearing in Switzerland between races, fans get suspicious and decide to start researching. What they didn't expect to find was that his girlfriend was an olympic medalist figure skater

request . . . idk

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! just one usage of the words 'fuck' and 'bitches'

alexavia yaps . . . FINALLY i started to write this after 829 centuries!! my first tumblr smau so i hope you guys like it <33 for the users its gonna be their names w no space bc im lazy also ignore the name i didnt know what to name it! it's a bit short but i'm on a writing grind so yes we can ignore that

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daniel3.jpg finally got to post photos ive been waiting months to post. these filters don't do your romance justice. here's to my favourite couple, cheers to many more! tagged: maxverstappen1, yourusername

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username when will it be me

yourbff thank you from saving me from the third wheeling daniel, really appreciate it!

daniel3.jpg no problem! really enjoyed taking those photos (i didn't)

yourusername you're our favourite third wheel daniel <3 we love you!!

maxverstappen1 we love you a lot danny

daniel3.jpg aww, my heart. so when can i stay at y/n's cabin??

yourusername you're not max

maxverstappen1 🥰

yourusername <33

username they're so in love it's disguisting

username i need this