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devnny · 3 years ago
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found another unfinished tess/tenna!!!! 🥲🖤
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cordrot · 3 years ago
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okay i’m getting quite a large influx of new followers so just want to quickly put out there that i am going to limit the amount of canon portrayals i write with because i want my interactions to be meaningful and don’t want to double up on plots and things like that!! i also won’t be making a mains/exclusives call yet until i’ve had a chance to plot/write some more on here! happy to support all the portrayals but interaction wise, i will be limiting myself 🤍
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lovebeyondmeasure · 3 years ago
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Was at a wedding tonight and my husband couldn't come bc it was an afternoon wedding, so I was stag, and one of the groomsmen was hitting on me. And let me tell you, it was an honor just to be nominated, but Nick I hope you found an actually single girl to talk to bc you were barking up a married tree
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worstloki · 5 years ago
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Loki: I have to go feed my Tesseract
Thor: ...you don’t have the Tesseract
Loki: They moved in last week. Here’s a picture
Thor: Loki, that’s... that’s a human person.
Loki, nodding solemnly: my Tesseract
#okay so that joke about having a cat but its actually chat noir or black panther except its loki and the tesseract#because I'm still all for the Tesseract as a person idea and the Tesseract is a they who changes whenever they feel like it#watch Tony visit Loki to see what he's up to and then bump into this 6''10' lanky guy who has eyes that occasionally glow#oh and the skin can switch between tesseract blue or human skin (the tone changes on any given day) so loki aint the only blue one around#watch Tony visit Loki another day and bump into a 5'4'' lady who also has blue glowy skin or eyes#watch Tony visit again and bump into a 5'7'' maybe-a-gal-maybe-a-guy-? who also has their eyes glow when they smile#watch as Tony slowly gets convinced that Loki is either (a) hiding a bunch of these aliens for an invasion (b) has a blue-person kink#in fact watch as Loki leaves the room upon finding out the movie he was invited to watch is about blue people (avatar)#he spends half an hour in the bathroom sobbing and with every passing minute Tony is just more convinced he's right#watch as Tony convinces himself that Loki is hooking up with a different blue alien person every day and just to make sure he asks Thor#Thor can confirm Loki and the blue person sleep in the same room and that Loki only has 1 bed so Tony draws the 'logical conclusion'#and no Tony isn't jealous but watch as he fruitlessly tries convincing the Tesseract to sleep with him too without knowing theyre one person#since the Tesseract and Loki are friends and interact the most with each other Tony assumes 'Tessie' and 'Tess' are alien sweet talk#The Tesseract is recounting Tony's attempts at flirting to Loki and they go to sleep happy#''dont you want to be ... my Tessie?'' ''May I beg your pardon?'' ''I can be your Tess if you'll be my Tessie ;)'' ''goodbye''#watch as the nonbinary shapeshifting Tesseract and ace genderfluid shapeshifting Loki slowly drive Tony insane#loki x tesseract where the tesseract is totally a night light#isnt it a shame that the closest canon thing loki has to a friend is the tesseract of all things?? WRONG!! this is an opportunity#the comedic potential of assumed heterosexuality WILL be squandered by me#watch as the Tesseract learns to exist without someone commanding them to teleport/shapeshift and Loki learns to exist because he wants to#watch as the both of them learn to exist as individuals for themselves#while convincing EVERYONE in the vicinity that Loki is sleeping with enough blue glowy aliens to invade the planet#Ace Loki#asexual loki#LokiIsAceAU#OH#I also want to say that this same scenario can work if Loki is pansexual / something else and I'm not trying to erase any existing sexuality#as a headcanon you could totally interpret it any way you want and the fact that I'm personally hcing Loki as ace#I really hope I'm not offending anyone with this#if anyone is offended I'd be happy to write up a few specific headcanons for other sexualities too?
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wntw-virtuemoir-edition · 6 years ago
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Tess helping the next gen in Canada while her ex-partner is an ambassador for an AMERICAN charity.
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psycho-slytherin · 6 years ago
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I want attention 😢
Don’t we all, anonie, don’t we all.
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joonstitties · 6 years ago
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seventeenpins · 2 years ago
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hi, i'm Pins! please enjoy this masterlist of TLOU works.
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never pegged you for a quitter
never pegged you for a quitter (pt i) • knock him down a peg (pt ii) | Joel x f!reader x Tess | smut | Joel gets pegged. Repeatedly.
✨ a slight miscalculation ✨
Chapter I • Chapter II • Chapter III - Joel x f!reader | 20.7k | ongoing series | Sarah is off to college, and Joel is about to be living in an empty nest. Letting go of his inhibitions for the first time in a long time, he tumbles into a one night stand that becomes very complicated, very quickly.
west
Prologue • Chapter I (upcoming) - Joel x nb!reader | ongoing series | Dakota Territory, 1879. Joel Miller, a widower, lives on the outskirts of Deadwood with his brother and daughter. The end of the world arrives piece by piece, and then all at once.
triptych
part i • part ii- tommy x f!reader x joel | 2.5k | after a shitty day, you chat with a man at a bar. after a surprisingly nice night, you go back to his place only to discover he lives with his brother who happens to be an old flame of yours.
stepdad!joel au
bad girl (part i) • practice makes perfect (part ii) • bloom (part iii) • blanch (part iv) - you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months and your stepdad walks in on you watching porn.
forget-me-not
forget-me-not (part i) | qz!joel x f!reader | 3.3k | angst/smut | joel's about to travel west to wyoming in search of his brother, and you're not sure you're ready to say goodbye.
violet (part ii) | older qz!joel x f!reader | 5.8k | set seven years after joel's departure from the boston qz, you've been forced to flee the city. you come across the town of jackson, wyoming.
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✨ an infinity ✨
Trans!Joel x transmasc!reader | 1.5k | smut | You and Joel cross paths. He hasn't been touched in a long time.
just like heaven
best friend's mom!Tess x stoner!reader | 5k | smut | Your best friend's mom catches you smoking in her living room. She teaches you a lesson.
nightly
Joel x f!reader | 1k | smut | Joel is a mistake you just keep making. Basically just porn.
a little domesticity
Tess x f!reader | 2.3k | smut | It's Tess's birthday. You want to make it special.
drive me home
Tess x f!reader | 1.7k | smut | You drive back home with Tess after she brings you to her holiday work party. She makes it hard to concentrate on the drive.
give em a show
Joel x f!reader | 1.5k | smut | Joel watches you as you dance with a stranger in the bar. It goes a little too far, and Joel makes sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to.
wanna be felled by you, held by you
Joel x nb!reader | 4.7k | smut | Joel has always issues with relinquishing control. Time in the safety and community of Jackson has changed him, though, and he wants to give all his control to you, let you pull him apart.
vampire!joel au - upcoming
non-TLOU
the stranger the better
Dieter Bravo x reader | 5.6k | smut | Dieter gets tentacles. That's the fic.
take me higher
Lucien Flores x f!reader | 1.6k | smut | You run into an ex at a party. You never learn.
Logan Howlett
new rules
ex!Worst!Logan Howlett x f!reader | 2.7k | You've been broken up for long enough. It shouldn't be this hard to stay away.
sniff
worst!Logan x neighbor!reader | 3k | You catch Logan with your stolen panties.
forbidden fruit
dbf!Logan x neighbor!reader | 3.4k | You’re a little obsessed with your attractive new neighbor. Unfortunately, he’s quite a bit older than you... And your dad's new best friend.
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most recent fics indicated with ✨
prompts are always welcome, and I will be updating this list periodically~
updated 23 March 25
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psychedelic-ink · 2 years ago
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© PSYCHEDELIC-INK. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.
TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST
PPCU MASTERLIST.
🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content
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Live Wire Under My Skin 🤧
Joel comes back home wounded, and as you clean him up the two of you have a little chat.
Can't Get Enough Of Your Lies 🤧
you accidentally hear Joel grieving, and you do everything you can to comfort him.
I'm Yours to Tame 🤧☔️
Not being able to sleep, you sneak in next to Joel on the bed. You're stirred awake with a still-sleeping Joel grinding his hips into you.
Fire Burning ☔️
joel wants you to sit on his face, you have hesitations.
Burn For Me ☔️🩸
joel looks after you, provides for you, fucks you until the sun comes up; his only ask is that you never leave his apartment, not willing to face another loss. One day when you find the door unlocked, you decide to take stroll, promising yourself that you’ll be back before he returns home.
Love Will Abide ☔️
a retelling of the third episode but with you in it. Starts with Ellie reading Bill's letter.
Well, are you mine? ☔️
joel fucks you in an empty alleyway. that's it, that's the plot
Perfectly Wrong ☔️
Joel thinks you have the car battery that he so desperately needs and doesn’t believe you when you say that you don’t.
Ends Of The Earth ☔️🧁
joel brings you a care pack Maria gave him and you find a razor inside but when you confess your insecurities around the topic, Joel offers to help you out.
So My Darlin' ☔️🧁
you convince joel to have a bubble bath with you.
When You're Reading Me (pre outbreak!joel miller) ☔️🧁
If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps, would not be a part of it. 
Reckless ☔️🤧
It starts with soft touches hidden by the dark. In a world where finding one bed is considered lucky, it means that you and Joel frequently share one. He offers to sleep on the floor, or a tattered couch every time and every time your answer is the same. No. 
aquatic rehabilitation ☔️🧁
Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you.
Spitfire ☔️🤧
joel x tess
To put it simply, Tess did not want to exist but did so anyway. She stared blankly at everyone and everything. Her mind and heart urged her to make the smart choices. She was quick to eliminate the possibilities that might cause her death. She assessed the weak links of the group. Stayed clear away from them. 
Smart choices. She blamed that part of herself for wanting to approach the Millers.
Or alternatively, the story of how Joel and Tess met and how they came to be.
Rises the Moon ☔️🧁
As the man responsible for operating the lighthouse, Joel lives a solitary life on the isolated coast. He has no complaints, enjoying the hauntingly beautiful songs that echo from the sea at night. One stormy night, he rescues a mysterious mermaid tangled in a fishing net. As you recover in the lighthouse, the two form an unlikely bond and find comfort in each other's company.
Cry Baby ☔️🩸
slasher au (still takes place in the tlou'verse) + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)
bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in jackson. as the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.
On Your Mark ☔️
cyberpunk au + fallen angel au + “i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”
you and tess go in to dismantle a cult, neither of you were expecting to find a rugged fallen angel being experimented on.
Distracted ☔️
woodshop teacher!joel miller x f!reader
there are many advantages to enrolling in a woodshop class: drawing you away from not-so-happy thoughts, relearning something that you enjoyed doing when you were a kid, and, well, the sight of watching mr. miller do something he’s undeniably good at.
Hoofbeats (feat jack daniels) ☔️
joel challenges jack to make you into the finest there possibly is in two days.
Biting Down ☔️
body piercer!joel miller x f!reader
you finally go and get your nipples pierced.
That Pretty Girlfriend ☔️
When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.
'my girl now ☔️
joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.
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Can You See His Silhouette? 🧁
 you get your period and without anything to help you with it, you’re mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help.
From My Skin to Yours ☔️🤧
joel survives and finds life deep inside of you.
Burning Pile 🤧 hero/villain au + one takes care of the other’s injuries
the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Wildflower ☔️
after seeing a delivery of supposedly aphrodisiac petals, you give them a try, convinced that they wouldn't work. Joel finds you in a not-so-professional position.
Sleepy Hollow ☔️🧁
a typical morning in jackson.
Light Petplay thoughts w/ joel miller ☔️
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Exile 🤧☔️
Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters.
Domestics.
All infected. One unlike the other.
You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life.
Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.
Stay In Bed 🤧☔️🧁
joel miller x reader, onesided tommy miller x reader
After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.
Head Filled With Parasites (musician!joel miller) ☔️
One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.
Dark Hearted People ( joel miller x reader x ezra)
Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.
Behind The Velvet Rope ☔️
(bodyguard!joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo)
a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.
Ravish Masterlist ☔️
(webcam model!reader x joel miller, no outbreak)
Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.
Followed The Beast 🤧
You, both a member of David's group and one of his former victims, are already contemplating escape when Ellie arrives at the resort. Seeking Ellie, you decide to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity to run. But before you can find Ellie, you cross paths with Joel instead.
How Mr Miller Stole Christmas ☔️🤧🧁
enemies to lovers, fake dating, roommates, close proximity, age gap
You're the sole firefly that Joel spared in his pursuit to free Ellie from the hospital bed. You have no idea what it was—maybe it was the fact that you were significantly younger than the other soldiers, maybe it was because you were already out the door when he pointed a gun at you— no matter what it was you were miraculously spared from the bloodshed. Weeks later you find yourself in Jackson, wanting to leave the past behind. But of course, life has other plans. It always does.
No one knows what Joel did. No one except for you. And when you threaten the thinly veiled peace he managed to build for himself, he has you by the throat and against the wall. When people from the town see this in order to save face you kiss him, blurting out that you two are dating.
Rumors spread like wildfire and when a new family comes in, Tommy offers that they stay at your house and you to stay with Joel since you're already "dating".
Now you're stuck with each other with no way out. It's either keep the dating charade going or for the whole town—and Ellie—to learn the truth.
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motherjoel · 2 years ago
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I’d love to read a forbidden love story where the reader is maybe Maria’s sister. Obv she doesn’t want her lil sister and Joel to fool around and I think it’s interesting to see how well they hide their relationship and how Maria is going to react when she finds out.. and Tommy too
Thank you for even considering this request
something special (joel miller/reader)
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PART TWO
thank you so much for the request! I'm sorry if its a bit different from what you expected but I just kinda started writing and didn't stop!
wc: 2.4k
warnings: uhhh kissy kissy smoochy smooch, some cursing, idk pg-13
a/n: yes i know Maria's backstory is different and her and her dad started Jackson but lets just pretend here alright!!!!
just a side note- thank you all so much for reading and commenting on my works! arms tonite did way better than i expected and it just makes me very happy haha, so thank you!
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Your lungs were on fire. One step after the other, breath ragged and uneven. You weren’t sure what you were running from, but you had a feeling it wasn’t cordyceps. You’d done this time and time again- the chase. It was never you on the other end as the chaser, though, with the nefarious things you were up to. Except, this time, you knew it was a nightmare. It was recurring, at least 3 times a week, and you’ve learned how to train yourself into recognizing reality from your dream hellscape. You woke with a start, clutching your chest and gasping for air. No matter how many times you went through this, it never got any less horrifying. It was simply something you learn to manage.
When people think of a zombie apocalypse, they think that the biggest threat would be the zombies. Emotionless, blood, and brain-thirsty monsters whose only goal is your demise.  But the people… it's the people that are the real monsters. These people- the things they are willing to do for survival- well, it's simply inhumane. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t resort to that dark side every once in a while. But when there's no law enforcement, the sick and twisted people of society tend to take advantage. They harm others for the means of pleasure, not survival. You were never one of those people.
Jackson had been your home for about 5 years now, and you were considered an important part of the community. You remember reuniting with your older sister for the first time. It didn’t feel real when you first saw her come up to you on that horse- you thought you were hallucinating, maybe the cold had gotten to you. But that wasn’t a figment of your imagination- it really was Maria. 
Maria had always been incredibly protective of you- you were young when the breakout happened. Too young to make it on your own. Only, you didn’t. Maria was by your side for the first 10 years, but when you got separated during a food run, you both assumed the worst for each other. But, five years later, there you were in her arms once again.
Joel was still getting used to life in Jackson. It had only been about a week, but he didn’t think he ever would get used to this feeling of safety for him and Ellie. And, the people, Joel thought. These people have no idea what loss is. It didn’t seem fair for him and Ellie to have this sense of comfort- not when Tess never got to experience it. And she never would. 
He and Ellie were eating breakfast in the dining hall the first time he met you. Tommy was with the two of them, being the only person Joel really knew in town. He’d been giving him the tour, slowly, throughout the week, and Ellie had already seemed to make herself at home. This was evident in the way she scarfed down her eggs- Joel had to remind her to breathe every once in a while. Maria had been chatting with you near the kitchen before noticing the three of them. She made her way over to sit, you following behind a few steps. 
“Joel, Ellie, this is my sister, Y/N,” she introduced you. You offered a small smile and a wave, to which Joel nodded. You were a pretty girl, and he knew that. Pretty girls normally didn’t bring a bit of heat to his face, but there was something about you that made him squirm.
“Hey, I’m Ellie,” she introduced herself. She looked to Joel, whose eyes hadn’t left you since you walked over to the table. She nudged him with her elbow, muttering a small “Joel”  before he came to his senses.
“Oh, I’m, uh, Joel,” He said, nodding again. 
“Nice to meet you Ellie, and ‘uh Joel’,” you smiled before sitting down across from him. Joel looked down, embarrassed that he stuttered in front of you. What the hell was happening to him? 
“So he’s your brother, Tom?” you asked. Tommy wasn’t a fan of the nickname, but as his wife's younger sister, you felt it was your place to get on his nerves. 
“That would be right. Though the old man’s got about 10 years on me,” he joked as Joel shook his head.
“Hm. Y’all got good genes,” you laugh, throwing a wink Joel's way. He avoided eye contact.
“No, no no. That is not happening,” Maria told you as you raised your hands in defense. Joel and Tommy looked confused. “She has dated a family member of every one of my boyfriends,” she said. Ellie laughed.
“The fuck is this, sweet home Alabama?” Ellie laughed before Joel nudged her. You had to come to your own defense.
“Hey, hey, it wasn’t like that,” you said, Maria gave you a look, “it was only two! Just Jeff and Chris! Oh, well then there's Brian, but it was his second cousin so does that really count?” you asked. Ellie giggled to herself. 
“Well, whatever the case, you don’t gotta worry about that. I don’t think Joel’s exactly smooth with the ladies,” Ellie said, mumbling the last part. Joel nudged her again- she thought she might start to bruise. 
“Oh shit, remember that one time, back in the day, at that bar in town? Ahh, what was it called… well, anyway, Joel met this girl there and-” Tommy started before being cut off by Joel. 
“That is enough outta the two of you,” he silenced them before giving you an apologetic look. Tommy and Ellie laughed to themselves before the topic was changed. Small talk consumed the table, and breakfast ended fairly quickly. There was a mention of gathering at the bar in town that night- Joel was strongarmed into going by Tommy. Though it wasn’t exactly a scene for kids, Ellie wasn’t going to go. She’d rather die than watch a bunch of old people get wasted, as she so lovingly put it to Joel. 
So, here he was, standing in front of his mirror, pinpointing every single one of his flaws to himself. His flannel was clean, at least- maybe too colorful? And his hair- maybe he’d have Maria cut it before- no, no, it’s fine. Why does he even care how he looks? He hasn’t cared for a good 20 years- probably much longer than that, actually. But when Ellie wolf-whistled at him as he made his way down the stairs, well, he’d be lying if he said that his confidence didn’t get a little boost.
The bar was a short walk from his place, and luckily he made it there at the same time as Tommy and Maria. They made their way inside and to the bar, where a few others were already sitting. Joel took notice of you sitting on the opposite side of the bar, next to a man about your age. He realized now just how out of his league you were. You were younger than him, prettier- what could he give you that a younger man couldn’t? He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he still felt disappointed.
He didn’t notice you glance over in his direction, your pupils dilating as you breathed in the sight of him. Shit, did he look good. His hair was nicely combed- did he use gel? His shirt looked nice, tucked into his jeans. You could tell he put in the effort. It’s been a while since you’d seen a man put in the effort. You’d been so busy staring at him that you’d forgotten about the man next to you, who hadn’t stopped talking the entire time. 
“And I haven’t spoken to him since,” the man next to you finished speaking and you snapped back to reality.
“Oh, hm, that’s interesting,” you said, stirring your drink.
“Oh yeah? Who was I just talking about,” he asked.
“You, uh, you were…” you started, furrowing your eyebrows. 
“Jesus, you weren’t listening to me at all,” the man said, standing up from his seat with a huff. “Man, bitches like you just waste my time,” he said, bumping your shoulder with his as he walked past.
“Excuse me?” you asked, standing from your seat.
“You heard me!” he turned around. “And to think… I was gonna give you a chance with me tonight,” he said, shaking his head. Joel laughed at this from down the bar, drawing both of your attention. He didn't even realize he had laughed until the man asked “What's so funny?”
“Oh, well, I just find it funny that you think it's you giving her a chance. That’s all,” he shrugged before turning back to his beer.
“Man, fuck you and your bitch,” he said, making his way toward the door.
“Hey, watch it,” Maria said to him, noticing the commotion. Joel stood with a fire in his eyes. Tommy placed his hand on his chest, holding him back from doing something he may regret. 
“Whatever,” the man dismissed himself and left the bar. You were embarrassed- you didn’t mean to cause a scene, but god was that guy an awful storyteller. Staring at Joel was much more interesting. 
Things had calmed down a bit after a few minutes, but you hadn't moved from your position on your barstool. Slowly sipping your drink, you pondered simply going home. That was before you felt a presence on the stool next to you. You looked up to see Joel there, his brown eyes boring holes into your own. 
“Well, hello there partner,” you said, offering him a smile. He normally wasn’t fond of people making fun of his accent, but it was cute when you did it. God, was he really calling another person cute?
“Hey, Y/N. Listen, I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten involved, and-” you cut him off by placing your hand on his arm.
“Don’t apologize. It was sweet, what you said. Not many men do shit like that anymore,” you said, removing your hand from his arm. It felt colder now.
“Shit like what?” he asked, waving down the bartender for another beer.
“Shit like… I dunno, being nice to women?” you wondered aloud. It was the unfortunate truth- but the Miller boys must have something special in their DNA.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear that darlin’,” he said. He didn’t mean for the darlin’ to slip out, but it only felt natural. 
“Yeah, well, you’re a breath of fresh air,” you replied.
The two of you sat there for a few hours more, simply chatting. Tommy and Maria left a while ago- not that you'd noticed. You also didn’t notice that you were the only two people left- at least not until the bartender cleared his throat. The two of you awkwardly shuffled to the exit, Joel putting your jacket over your shoulders as you stood outside the bar.
“Well, I had a really great time tonight,” you told him.
“Me too,” Joel smiled, looking at his feet. What was he supposed to do now? God, he was so out of practice. Invite you back to his place? Well, Ellie was there, so probably not. Hug you goodbye? Kiss you goodbye? No, god no, that's way too fast! Or was it? Life isn’t the same way it used to be. Dating isn’t the same. Lord knows Joel hasn’t gotten the chance to really experience either in a while.
“It’s nice out, isn’t it?” you asked, looking at the stars. “You have a porch, right?”
So here you were, sitting on a couch on Joel’s porch with a bottle of wine between the two of you, laughing like you hadn’t laughed in years. You were inches away from him
“So, tell me… why do you always go after your in-laws? Is it some sort of… thing?” Joel asked. He would be horrified at the thought of asking someone this sober, but he was one too many glasses in and he was curious.
“No! No, nothing like that. It just seems to work out that way, I dunno,” you blushed, taking another sip.
“I guess that works out in my favor,” Joel says, a soft smile on his face.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” you turned to him only to realize your faces were inches away. You could smell the wine on his breath as your eyes flickered between his own and his mouth. The two of you leaned closer- really, as close as possible before Joel speaks.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, licking his lips.
“Shut up,” you said before placing your hand on the side of his face and leaning in, closing the gap between your mouths. Your lips slotted perfectly into his as they moved rhythmically with each other. His hand began to reach for your waist as you pulled at his hair, deepening the kiss. Your tongue flickered on his lips as you set the pace, speeding up your feverish kisses. He put both of his hands on your hips, and with a hop, you were on his lap, straddling him. It just felt so natural- your hands in his hair, his hands brushing the skin under the hem of your shirt. They were warm and callous and really big. You really would have fucked him right then and there.
“Hey, yo!” you heard from across the street. Maria. Next, a whistle from Tommy. You jumped off of his lap, quickly, as your sister ran up to the porch and grabbed you by your arm. “What the fuck Y/N?!” she yelled, dragging you off the porch.
Joel watched as you staggered away- the hem of your shirt was bunched and he could see the skin his hands were on just moments before. His mind was hazy as he observed you. You looked back at him and gave him a wink before Maria dragged you home. 
“Man, I’m gonna be in for a treat tonight,” Tommy complained, half-jokingly as he sat next to Joel on the couch. “What the hell was that?” he asked Joel incredulously.“I don’t really know. That was her,” Joel said- it didn’t make sense to Tommy, as he assumed Joel was just a mumbling drunk. But that was her, that was you, and Joel decided at that moment that you were something special- something he can't lose.
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a/n: tysm for reading this all! i finished writing this and am posting this while high so pls excuse if there's any mistakes i just got antsy and wanted to post something
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milla-frenchy · 2 years ago
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Fav Joel Miller fics
HUGE thank you, again, to all the authors who offer us fics
All of them are 18+ and nsfw
Several of them have dom! or dark!Joel, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, choking, spanking, spitting... warnings
Some of them have SA, dubcon or noncon... warnings
A few of them have threesome, sharing... warnings
If any of this makes you unconfortable, do not pursue
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Please check for each fic all the warnings indicated by the author
Possessive/Jealous/Brat tam!Joel/Dom!Joel/Dark!Joel
Control @pascalisbaby
Bad mood @javiscigarette
Fixed on your hand of gold @javiscigarette
Well, are you mine ? @psychedelic-ink
Perfectly wrong @psychedelic-ink
Taking mine @swiftispunk
Carnal @pascalsbby
Push and pull @javiscigarette
I'm going to ruin you @thetriumphantpanda
Cinnamon girl @girlboybug
Tis’ But a Scratch @strang3lov3
A day in the filfh @toxicanonymity
Bad fun @javiscigarette
Pathetic @chloeangelic
Look at me @pascalisbaby | Part 2 : Give me some
Gimme what i want @atticrissfinch | Part 2 : Ruined
Who do you belong to, Mr Miller ? @tightjeansjavi
Dbf
Dbf!Joel series @jrrmint
Feels so right @fake-bleach
I can be your pretty girl @walkintotheriveranddisappear | Part 2 : Good girls take every inch
Sex worker/Phone sex/Sex chat
Ravish @psychedelic-ink
Hot single dilfs in your area want to chat! @walkintotheriveranddisappear | Part 2 : Need to get off? call this number now! | Part 3 : Meet up with local singles desperate to fuck! | Bonus : (jealous) girls, girls, girls
Desire @toxic-seduction | Part 2 : Crave
I know it when i see it @bageldaddy
Honey don't feed it, it will come back @morning-star-joy
Threesome/Sharing/Anal
Tommy's hard day @toxicanonymity (and Tommy)
Beyond infatuation @joelscruff (and Tommy)
Catalyst @ezrasbirdie (and Frankie)
Flesh without blood @thewordypeach (and Tommy) | Part 2 : Forbidden fruit
Craving @velvetmud
Light @slow-motionlovepotion (and Tess)
Sharing is caring @inlovewithquestionablecharacters (and Tommy)
Trial & error @thetriumphantpanda (and Tommy)
Mine @the-scandalorian
Good girl @mrsnegan (and Negan)
Noncon/Dubcon/Violence/SA/Knife play/Drug use
Raider @toxicanonymity
Mad love @swiftispunk
What i need @swiftispunk
Lost in the darkness @softlyspector
I've got you @atinylittlepain
Choke on it @djarin-dreams
Strangers @toxic-seduction
Just a game @palioom
A hungry dog with a very short leash @iamasaddie
Lesson @mannaima
Night walks @toxicanonymity
The way we fight @cupofjoel
Picnic table @toxicanonymity
Dark mode @toxicanonymity
Clicking @toxicanonymity
Midnight tow @toxicanonymity | Part 2 : Midnight blow
The special one @toxicanonymity (Vampire!Joel)
Somnophilia
Sleeping beauty @toxicanonymity (noncon)
Waking up to oral @morning-star-joy
Starving @jrrmint
What you're missing @toxicanonymity (noncon)
Bail @toxicanonymity
Just smut
Whole new can of worms @hier--soir
Come clean @cupofjoel
Heatwave @gracieispunk
This one thing you did @joelscruff
Take what you need, darling, i'm just here for you @iamasaddie
Only angel @jksprincess10 (virgin!reader)
Heaven @pascalisbaby (sub!Joel)
No smut
Ghost of you @thetriumphantpanda (grief)
Gold rush @trulybetty (angst, old lovers reunited)
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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years ago
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Safe & Sound | j.m. | 2
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: She’s Frank’s niece; age gap (she’s 32); flashback
Author’s Note: Joel Miller is actually a big ass softie but he won’t let anyone know
Series Masterlist | Talk to Me! | AO3
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Ellie jumped from the third to last step onto the floor, feeling clean for the first time in her entire life. Honestly, if they weren’t on the whole ‘deliver her to the Fireflies’ mission, she would have stayed in the shower for hours, just enjoying the hot water and how it felt against her skin. It was fantastic. And to have clean clothes? God, Bill and Frank were the best. 
Joel had given her a look as he walked up the stairs himself, carrying a set of new clothes. Ellie swore there was a tiny smile there, but he was gone before she could tell. Frank’s niece was in the living room, holding a little notepad and a pen as she wrote. 
“Whatcha doing?” Ellie asked, announcing her presence. 
“Making a list,” she answered simply, not looking up from her work. “I’m making Joel shower and sleep —so it’s you and me on packing duty. Figured it would help you out to know what to get.”
“How have I known you for like an hour and you’re already nicer than Joel has been?” 
It was a sarcastic question, meant to be joking. But it was also laced in a sincerity that Ellie didn’t realize she meant. But the woman just eyed her for a moment before setting down her notebook. 
“Joel Miller can be an ass,” she explained, moving to sit on the couch. She pat the seat beside her, and Ellie sat down. “He means well, most of the time. I think, at least. But he’s…he’s jaded. Angry. And he has every right to be, but he seems to let that anger out on the wrong things. I think Frank only put up with him because of Tess, and Bill did it for Frank.”
“Who did you do it for?” 
She hummed for a moment, leaning forward some. Her hands rubbed together, and she let out a breathy laugh that almost sounded embarrassed. 
“I think I put up with him for myself,” she admitted. 
“What do you mean?” Ellie raised a brow at her, leaning forward to mimic her position. She looked like she was debating telling Ellie the truth, sitting there looking anywhere but her. “Listen, if it’s because you wanted to like, do it with him —,”
“Jesus, no. Not…not that,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “I…I was twelve when Bill took us in. So I’ve been here, ten years, with my uncles. Joel just happened to be the only…unrelated, straight man I’ve ever really interacted with as an adult.”
“So you did do it.”
“Will you shut up? We didn’t do it,” she scolded, rolling her eyes. “Bill would have actually killed the man if we had.”
“Okay…,” Ellie watched her curiously, leaning back against the couch cushions again. The shower shut off, and they both looked up at the stairs. But the door stayed shut. “Then why put up with him?”
“I…,” she looked embarrassed again, and her eyes kept darting between the stairs and Ellie. “I wanted someone to kiss me, that’s all. And Joel just happened to be the only person I could kiss. And Tess, but I don’t think she swung my way.”
“Gross. I’d rather it have been Tess.”
“You literally kept asking if we did it and you think kissing Joel is gross?”
“Oh no, doing it is gross too. But you actually kissed him?”
“Once or twice.” 
Ellie decided she was lying about once or twice but didn’t say anything. But she was curious. 
“How did you even get him to do it?” 
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2014
“Do me a favor?” Frank asked, holding out a small basket of vegetables. “Take this inside to Joel and Bill. Tess and I are gonna chat for a few minutes.”
She sat on the back porch step, one leg pulled against her chest as the other rested outstretched in front of her. Her uncle was giving her a knowing look, suggesting that business was about to be talked about and she didn’t need to be there for it. Huffing, she pushed herself up and took the basket. 
When Joel and Tess came to barter and trade, everyone was always so on guard. The house was tense, and it usually devolved into an argument once they were outside the gates. Sometimes she wished they just stopped coming by, but at the same time —it was nice to have people who weren’t her uncles to interact with. 
Besides, Joel was easy on the eyes and she didn’t get a lot of outside contact in that regard. 
Finding neither of them in the kitchen or the dining room, she slipped through the main hall to the living room. Joel sat alone, staring at the front door that was open with the screen door shut. 
“Where’d Bill go?” She asked, walking into the room and setting the basket on the coffee table. 
“Said something about checkin’ the fences,” he explained simply. That had become code for I pissed him off so he left. 
She hummed a bit in reply, looking around awkwardly for a moment. Frank and Tess were still outside, and she knew Bill would be gone for a while to cool down. Which left her and Joel Miller alone in the house. 
It wasn’t a frequent occurrence. It had happened twice now, when Frank and Tess were chatting or Bill stormed off to do whatever he did. But it was still a little thrilling, to be alone with an older man that wasn’t related to her. She had thought about it a lot since they had met last year. It wasn’t that she had a thing for Joel Miller. He just happened to be the only man she’d interacted with as an adult. 
It made sense. 
“Can I ask you for a favor?” She finally asked, though her voice was trembling as she sat down beside him. There was at least a foot between them, and her hands rested in her lap as she tried to calm her nerves. 
The worst he could say was no, and she could absolutely accept that. But she just…she needed to know. 
“Depends,” he moved over some, adding more space between them. 
“I’ve uh, been thinking. About you.” She closed her eyes then opened them, realizing how weird that probably sounded. His raised brow suggested he was thinking the same. “Not like that, I mean like you and Tess. How you two are the first people I’ve met outside my uncles since I got here.”
He sort of just stared at her, brows raised still as he waited for her to keep speaking. To ask her favor. And Christ, could he just give her something to work with? 
“And?” 
That wasn’t enough to work with, but she had to take it. “And I was…I was thinking that I can…I can trade you something if you help me with something else. You know, trade for trade. That’s what you and my uncles do —,”
“What are you asking for?” He interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into the couch. “Because if you’re asking me to sleep with you —,”
“Oh, no, no,” she quickly corrected, shaking her head. “No. I…I am quite content not sleeping with anyone in my life if that’s what happens. I just…,” she trailed off, feeling her face heat up as she considered her request. “I’d like to be kissed. Just once.”
Joel stared at her for several moments, blinking slowly as he processed what she was saying. “You want to trade me something to kiss you?”
She nodded once, feeling foolish for even asking. Her eyes found a spot on the far wall incredibly interesting as she stammered out her apologies. “You don’t have to —it’s a weird thing to ask someone to do. I’m sorry, I —,”
“I’m not tradin’ your first kiss for anything,” he interrupted, turning to face her. 
She should have expected his answer. It was a ridiculous request, and she knew it was inappropriate to ask. But she didn’t know what else to do, and he was a decent enough person. And he was handsome and —
“I’ll just…I’ll just kiss you, okay?”
She looked back at him, heart thudding against her rib cage. “You will?”
“I don’t see why not,” he admitted, shrugging some. “I understand why you wanna, and why you asked me.”
“I guess I could have asked Tess —,”
He laughed at that —an actual laugh. It was warm, and genuine. And Jesus Christ, he was even more attractive suddenly. 
“She wouldn’t’ve done it. Not without a drink or two,” he explained, giving her a small smile. “Should kiss someone who isn’t drunk, and just wants to make you feel good. That’s hard to come by these days.”
They stared at each other for several moments, and she swore she could hear the blood rushing through her veins. There was a knot in her stomach as she looked up at the man in front of her. She knew it was bold, but she couldn't help herself. 
Maybe he had seen the fear in her eyes —that fear of never finding what Bill and Frank had. Of being alone eventually, at the end of the world. But it didn’t matter, because he wanted to kiss her and she was incredibly grateful. 
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered with a sheepish smile.
He hesitated a moment, glancing at the door, before he moved closer to her on the couch. She turned to face him, swallowing hard as he reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of her face.
“Just meet me in the middle, okay?” 
She nodded once, leaning in slowly. He leaned in next, and brushed his lips against hers gently. It wasn’t fireworks, or explosions. There was no magical spark that suggested that this kiss was more than just one between two people, sharing a moment. But it was nice, and she could feel he was trying to be soft about it. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. A sense of relief washed over her. 
He pulled back slightly, but she chased the touch just once more, kissing him again before pulling away entirely. She was a bit breathless, if anything because she didn’t know if she was even breathing when he kissed her. 
“I…,” she didn’t know what to say, and instead let out a small, embarrassed laugh as she looked down. “Thank you. For that. For um, kissing me.”
His indifferent demeanor had shifted back, taking what momentary softness he had shown her away. Joel simply nodded, looking at the front door as Bill opened the screen up. She shifted, reaching for the basket of vegetables, trying to cover up any sign of what had just happened. 
“Where’s your uncle?” Bill asked, voice rough and annoyed. 
“Out back with Tess,” she offered, pointing towards the back door. 
“We were about to go join’em,” Joel continued, standing up. 
Bill didn’t respond, instead trekking through the house ahead of them. She watched him for a few seconds before standing up next, holding the vegetables. As Joel moved to step away from her, she grabbed his sleeve. He turned, looking at her curiously. 
“Um,” she hesitated before finally looking up at him with a smile. “Feel free to do that whenever you want to. Kiss me, I mean.”
Joel just nodded once, glancing at the back door as it slammed shut behind Bill. Then he pulled away, leaving her there with a basket of vegetables and the lingering taste of salt and pine on her lips. 
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Ellie snickered when she finished the story, making a face. She wasn’t sure what the relationship between the two were; Joel seemed annoyed by Ellie and her existence. And Ellie seemed just as annoyed by how he felt about her. But in that moment —seeing Ellie scrunch up her nose like she was truly disgusted by the thought of Joel kissing someone —made her think they might as well be family. 
“So he did kiss you again?”
“One more time,” she admitted with a small laugh, picking up the notepad and continuing her list. “When I turned 25. I asked him to kiss me for my birthday.”
“What a shitty gift!”
Both shared a laugh just as Joel descended the stairs, hair combed back from the shower. Ellie hopped up, pointing at him accusingly. 
“You are supposed to be sleeping, old man.”
Joel scowled at her before opening up the linen closet from before. He yanked out a pillow and a blanket. 
“You’re sure you’re okay with gettin’ started without me?” He questioned, looking between the two and the lack of work they had gotten done. 
“Go take a fucking nap, Joel,” Ellie ordered. 
She looked between the two, both surprised and impressed by Ellie’s tone. But she nodded in agreement. 
“Yeah, what she said, cowboy.”
“Stop callin’ me that,” he scolded. “Fuckin’ menaces. Both of you.”
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Taglist (OPEN): @aheadfullofsteverogers @jasminedragoon @buzzing-honeybee
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devils-dares · 2 years ago
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Happiest of birthdays dear Devon! And congratulations on 800 🥳
I would like t request 20 from the gumpy x sunshine with Joel Miller x Female Reader please!
thank you love!
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#20 - grumpy is trying to stay away from sunshine because they think they aren't good for them
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“Hey Joel! Over here!” He sighs audibly at the sound of your voice. It wasn’t like he hated you but- to be frank you were too cheerful to be working the sewers in the QZ. He’d the unfortunate honor of being partnered with you a few months ago, so he continues to, finding it easier to work with you than to work with some rough, scowling weirdo.
He trudges over to you, kicking through the muck of the sewers. Handing him a sludgy shovel, you pull your handkerchief down from your face and flash him a smile, before pulling it up and getting back to work.
You try to chit chat but Joel is having none of it, responding to your words with grunts or hums. You continue on, the tone of your voice bright and airy in such a disgusting place. He wonders why you need this job for the extra ration cards, you had no one to care for as far as he knew. He’d share with Tess, use a few to bargain, but what did you need them for?
“What���s that look on your face for?” You ask, and he can see that goddamn smile through the cloth covering on your face.
“Jus’ wondering something.”
“You can ask.” You shovel more muck away from the drain, successfully freeing it to drain the water you and Joel were stepping in.
“What do you need the extra ration cards for? Why not scrub graffiti?” You laugh at the confusion on his face.
“The Changs, they live in the apartment next door to me. Wife’s too weak to work and the husband threw his back out burning corpses. I’m working a bit extra to give them a few.”
He was speechless. Not about the fact that you were a great person, he knew that. But the fact that you’d work your ass off for people you didn’t know when you probably should’ve been stockpiling them, if he was in your position he would’ve kept them all to himself.
“Oh.” He says stupidly, needing something to fill the void of kindness that your eyes are searching for in his. You look at him with a confused glint in your eyes before shrugging your shoulders and continuing on with the task until FEDRA dismisses you all. Joel takes your shovel, offering to return it so you can get ahead in the ration line. You smile at him and walk away, and he swears he can see a goddamn bounce in your step while you walk away from the tunnel smelling like shit and looking like it too.
He feels bad, you have no one to spend your days with, so whenever you see him, you try to hang out. He remembers once at the market when he commented offhandedly on being surprised at the sight of apples, only to have you knocking on his door a few hours later with an apple pie.
“I’m making dinner tonight,” you offer to him, “a stew. Market had fresh meat so I’m cooking enough for next door too. You’re free to come if you’d like.” He couldn’t be the one to stamp out your light. He’d feel selfish. As annoying as it was that you always saw the best in the worst situations, it was refreshing to have someone actually care about being alive for once.
“I’m busy, I’m afraid,” he says, Texas drawl spilling lazily around his words, “gotta talk with Tess tonight.”
“Ah, still, I could make it to-go?”
“No, don’t bother, save it for yourself.” He didn’t mean his tone to be so rough, after all, you were just a pretty little thing, an amenity in a shithole. The joy drained from your eyes and you looked down at your muck covered boots before looking back up and he swore your eyes were a bit glassy.
“Alright, Joel. Have a good one.” You turned on your heel and walked away. He cussed at the sky and kicked some rocks, dust spraying into the air before settling on the dry, cracked dirt again.
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“How was your date?” Tess teases, and her laughs silence almost immediately when Joel glares at her. She’s not scared of him, and truly one of her sources of entertainment is pressing his buttons, so she does just that.
“Heard you two were pushin’ around shit today. How was it, lover boy?” Her words seem to fall on deaf ears however, so she continues to push.
“She’d be great to take on trips, y’know. She might get us a lower trading price, body like that and all.” She doesn’t continue after that sentence, Joel’s fist bangs hard on the table in front of him and Tess jumps a little.
“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s happy, leave her be.”
“Protective, are we?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Why don’t we table this discussion and you go visit your girlfriend? We’re not making this drop for another week.” He looks at her again, this time his eyes are softened, almost mourning.
“Oh, don’t tell me you fucked this one up.”
“It’s a possibility.” She laughs maniacally.
“Only you, Joel Miller,” she walks over to him and shoves a finger in his chest, “can screw something great up so badly. It’s almost like you crave suffering.”
“I don’t crave-”
“Then fix it. I’m gone.” Tess grabs her jacket and ignores the calls of her name, walking out of his building and back to her own.
“For fuck’s sake.” He groans, dropping back against the couch and covering his eyes with his hands.
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You were sitting at your dingy table, propped up with three legs and a stack of old books, when a knock at your door disturbed your pathetic sad peace. Sighing, you get up, peaking through the peephole when you see who stood on the other side.
“I know you’re in there,” he calls out, hoping you’re in the mood for forgiveness, “I’d like- uh- you said you were gonna make some stew.” He hears a thud on the other side of the door, your head banging against the door in an internal fight of ethics and morality. He smiles when he hears the clicks of the locks, and drops it quickly when you open it.
“Hello Joel.” You say in a monotone voice.
“Hi.” He says, paired with a small wave and a slight smile that makes your heart swoon.
“Stew?” You offer, and he nods.
“If you don’t mind, sweetheart.” You turn quickly to grab a bowl, hiding the hot blush spreading across your cheeks. You hand him the bowl, full of stew, and he takes a spoonful. He hums almost immediately when it reaches his tongue, and he shuts his eyes.
“Just like momma used to make.” He comments before taking another spoonful. You join him on the table, polishing off your bowl.
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“All done.” He says, taking the towel off his shoulder and hanging it back on the drying rack.
“That was delicious, princess.”
“You can uh-” His hands come to rest on the counter behind him, flexing his biceps and suddenly your mouth goes dry and your words disappear.
“I can?”
“Oh! You can take some home if you’d like.”
“I’d love to, but I’d like to uh- thank you first.”
“You’ve thanked me plenty, plus you did all the dishes, I couldn’t ask for-” He takes a few steps towards you, an intruder in your space.
“Can I put my hands on ya?” You nod vigorously, and his fingers touch the bare skin where your ratty t-shirt has ridden up.
“Can I-”
“Please.” He leans down, his figure swallowing yours as his lips meet yours. You reciprocate immediately, the two of you moving in harmony. His hands squeeze your hips while yours wind in his hair. Teeth and tongues clashing, you let him take what he wants until he pulls away, forehead pressed against yours.
“That was somethin’.” He says, and you laugh.
“I think something is an understatement.” It’s his turn to laugh as he pecks your lips.
He brushes your hair behind your ear, looking at you with soft eyes.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You ask.
“You’re great,” he says, cupping your cheek as you lean into his hand, “and I don’t wanna take that away, darlin’.”
“How would you do that?”
“Ah, you know me.”
“If you promise not to make me broody like you, I’ll promise not to make you too happy.” He hums.
“Deal.”
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fuckyeahdindjarin · 2 years ago
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Behind the Seams: Part IV
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{ Behind the Seams: Part III | Part III: Edgestitch | Series Masterlist }
Welcome to the second instalment of Behind the Seams! For those new to the series, this is a behind-the-scenes deep dive that I post in between chapters for those who are interested in taking a peek at my writing process (mainly because I update so slowly lol). There are spoilers for Edgestitch below the cut, so if you're not caught up, I suggest you come back when you are!
Current status: 3.6k unfinished rough draft
Initial thoughts: The last chapter laid down a few anchor points that I hope will carry the story forward for the next 2 to 3 parts. I still don't have an overarching plan for this series, and there is no 'plot' to speak of other than the unfolding of the relationship between Joel and Pin, and I'm good with that!
After the excitement of the last chapter, it took me a while to get back into the Seams mindset. While we resolved a tiny bit of the sexual tension last chapter, there is still a lot to unpack between these two. The camera is zooming in for this chapter, where we throw Joel and Pin together again, but in a less accident-prone manner as they take things into their own hands rather than leave it up to chance.
The challenge: One word - intimacy. On both their parts.
As Pin alluded to in the last chapter, it's been a long time anyone has even kissed her, let alone anything else. There will be some action in this chapter - I haven't decided to which degree yet - but I want to do it in a way that is sensitive to her history (even though I will leave it vague).
As for Joel, it's also one word - Tess. My Google doc right now cuts off at the beginning of the intimate scene, because I haven't figured out what he's thinking just yet in relation to her. As much as he's falling for Pin, I imagine he might be confused, guilty, probably in denial about his grief. I don't want Seams to get too heavy, and I might not be exploring these themes in Part IV just yet, but these are themes that I'm looking to explore in some way in the series.
Ellie: I was so bowled over by everyone's reaction to Ellie in the last chapter! That really gave me such a confidence boost, and I'm so happy to say that our favourite gremlin is making more of a cameo this chapter. She's great comedic relief while bringing out the dad side of Joel that I just love dipping into.
Joel: Many of you have brought up you're enjoying Joel's thoughts about Jackson and Sarah, and you don't understand how much it means to me. Getting into Joel's head has been one of my favourite things about this series, especially with him trying to figure out how to exist in this place after 20 years of just surviving. Ellie allowing himself to get back in touch with his dad side is another angle that I love delving into. The instincts have never left him, and I'm having so much fun bringing out that side of him.
Something fun: As I teased right here, the white undervest will make a return, and yes, Joel will be sweaty AF in it - I wonder why 🤷🏻‍♀️
Thank you for reading if you've made it this far! As with the last chapter, it helps so much putting my thought process into words, to make space in my head so that I can push forward with the writing. Thank you for indulging me, I hope you enjoyed this one ❤️ I'm always open to chatting, so don't be shy!
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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago
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strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader
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during - part twenty
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joel plans something amazing for you.
a/n: i’m late I know and I used the same joel pic in the last moodboard but there’s only so much pre-show plot joel I can get my hands on and fuck he just looks so good??? I had a lot of fuckin fun writing this, can’t wait to see what y’all think 🤍
word count: 7k
warnings: y’all know the drill by now, and nothing super heavy or explicit in this part.
✨@friskito-library for updates on new works/chapters✨
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3 years later - 2013
“Wait, wait, wait.” Frank’s waving his hands, his eyes squeezed shut. “Tell me again. You what?”
You huff a laugh, hands wrapped around the cup of coffee resting on your thigh. It’s the good shit, from the tin that Frank hides even from Bill. You’re pretty sure he saves it only for your visits, namely ones like these where you two get to relax in the house, chatting away while Bill and Joel are off somewhere in town, fixing something or adjusting some measurement. You learned quickly to keep your distance when the two of them got to talking construction, opting to hide with Frank while your other halves did their thing.
“You know this,” you repeat, but reach into your collar, pulling at the chain around your neck until your ring pops out from your shirt. “It was one of the first things I ever told you, when we first met.”
“Bullshit,” Frank says, shaking his head. He crosses his arm over his chest, leaning back in his chair. “I would remember.”
“How old are you again?” you quip, lifting your coffee to your lips. “Maybe your memory’s going, old man.”
Frank’s jaw drops, and he reaches forward, batting at your hanging boot. “You little shit.”
You laugh, and he laughs with you.
“Okay, but really. Tell me again.”
It’s been a long three years.
Thankfully, things have stayed relatively the same in the QZ, and you’ve remastered the art of sneaking out. Joel is a magnet, glued to your side every time you set foot outside the walls, and while Tess has accompanied you more than once on your trips to Lincoln, she’s a little more content to stay in the QZ than before, and you can’t blame her.
Robin moved in with Tess, and has quickly become part of your little family. However, at Tess’s insistence, she knows nothing about your smuggling operation. As far as she knows, the three of you just take whatever jobs you can get from FEDRA, Joel keeping up his handyman position in your building, you keeping up appearances in the radio room.
You’ve curated your own little collection of radios. There’s the main one, still in your tiny room at Abe’s, but the radio in your apartment now plays the coded songs from Bill and Frank; sixties if there’s nothing new, seventies when you’re due for a visit, and eighties if there’s trouble. So far, there’s been no eighties, and you’re grateful. You’ve become pretty attached to the two older gentlemen living in the little town of Lincoln, and these days, Frank rivals Tess for the title of your closest confidant. 
You’ve got a little handheld radio too, for the off-chance you’re out of Boston for an extended period of time, and not heading for Lincoln. Bill had supplied it after your fifth visit, handing it to you as you packed up your bag in the dining room.
“Here,” he said quietly, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, not hearing him approach. “This works on the same frequencies we’ve been communicating on. If you’re ever out of Boston, take it with you, and it’ll still play Frank’s songs.”
You’d stared at the bearded man for a long time, your hand slowly reaching out to take the device. “Thanks, Bill.”
He gave you a curt nod. “You’re welcome.”
You still can’t get a read on the guy, even three years later. Frank insists that you’re his favourite of your group, that he’s got a soft spot for you specifically, but is still wary of Joel. Though you know every conversation Joel and Bill have that revolves around construction and protection gets Joel an inch closer to Bill’s good side.
Since Tommy left, Joel has changed in some ways, stayed exactly the same in others. The day after your first visit to Lincoln, he was home early. Too early. Early enough that you hadn’t even really gotten out of bed yet when he was barging through the door, slamming it shut behind him. It made you flinch, lurching to your feet and calling his name.
He had his hands pressed to the door, his shoulders hunched, head hung between them. You crossed the apartment quickly, laid your hand in the middle of his back, and Joel’s entire body quaked beneath your touch.
“Baby, what happened?” you asked, your worry evident in your tone. “Where were you?”
“Tommy’s gone,” he murmured, and his voice snapped on his little brother’s name. “Fuckin’ Fireflies shipped him off to their base in Minneapolis. He’s gone, Liv. He left us.” Joel pushed off the door, turned slowly towards you, and the sadness in his face made your heart ache. “He left me.”
“Oh, Joel.”
Since that day, he’s become more stoic. More brutal, in ways. Smuggling has become a more common occupation in the QZ, and Joel’s been quick to let the competition know just who you are, and that you were here first. Robert — the head of a rival group with a penchant for taking your drops before you have the chance to reach them — has taken to calling Joel the attack dog. “And your wife’s the one holdin’ the leash,” Robert joked once. Joel gave you a sideways look, and you just nodded. He broke the fucker’s nose.
You’ve crossed paths with Marlene on more than one occasion since Joel’s encounter with her when Tommy first left. Unfortunately. You instantly didn’t like her, but the feeling seemed to be mutual. Every time she looked at you, you felt like you were walking on eggshells, and your mind always begged the question: did Tommy tell her you’re immune? She’s never come out and said it, never asked or alluded to it, but you can’t shake the feeling, the worry, the anxiety.
The radio info she gave Joel wasn’t bullshit, at least. You gave it a few days, like she said, and then found the frequency, called out to the Minneapolis base. The voice that first answered was one you didn’t recognize, but you asked for Tommy specifically, name-dropped Marlene — who you’d yet to meet, at that point — and a moment later, your brother-in-law’s voice floated through the headset.
“Hey, Liv.”
“You’re alive.”
Tommy chuckled. “Somethin’ like that. Guess you talked to Marlene, huh?”
“Joel did,” you answered. “I haven’t had the pleasure yet.”
“She’s a good person,” Tommy replied, and you stifled the urge to roll your eyes. “Lots of good people out here, too.”
“You know, I’ve never been to Minnesota,” you said, tapping your fingers against the radio table. “But I bet it’s not as nice as Boston.”
“Liv—”
“He wanted to apologize, Tommy,” you spat out, pressing your palm to your forehead. “When we got back from that run, the day before you left. He said he was gonna find you, and he was gonna fix it.”
The radio crackled with silence for a moment before, “Well, it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?”
“Jesus Christ, Tommy. Can’t you just—”
“I’ll check in, when I can,” he said, ignoring you, cutting you off. “Let you know I’m alive, but I won’t…I won’t talk to Joel, all right? Not yet. I’ll leave messages with Abe, if I can’t get ahold of you, but I just…I don’t wanna talk to Joel. Okay?”
His tone told you there was no negotiating. Defeated, you leaned back in the chair, tugging on the headset cord. “Okay.”
Tommy’s refusal to speak to his brother didn’t exactly help Joel’s mood. In fact, he nearly put his boot through the fucking wall, reached for one of the stashed bottles of whiskey. When you tried to talk about it, all you got was, “Well, I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk to him either.”
Weeks passed, and neither of them would relent. You begged Tommy on multiple occasions, tried to talk Joel into coming with you to Abe’s, but they’re both stubborn asses. Joel even tried to use the same tactic he had before Tommy left Boston — literally fucking you into submission — but you didn’t let him get as far this time. In fact, you threatened to hold out on him completely. 
Easier said than done, especially when he had his face in your throat, nipping that spot under your jaw that turned you into putty. “I know all your little places, Liv,” he mumbled into your skin, and you groaned. “I know you what gets you goin’. Always have.”
“So help me, Joel, I will go stay with Tess,” you threw back, and he’d pulled back almost instantly, something between shock and fear in his eyes. Something prickled in your chest, but you pushed past it. “You can’t bury your problems, baby. No matter how good it feels.”
He stared at you for a long moment, eyes searching yours, his lips softly parted. He swallowed so thickly you saw his throat bob, and then he leaned down slow, the tip of his nose just brushing yours. It was a soft kiss, softer than you were expecting, one hand adjusting to cup the back of your head. It wasn’t hungry, but gentle. An I love you pressed against your mouth.
“Tomorrow,” Joel murmured. “I’ll go with you. I’ll talk to him. I’ll try.” Something flashed in his eyes, that streak of Miller stubbornness returning. “But if he won’t talk to me, there’s nothin’ I can do.”
And those fuckers talked for hours.
There was a smug sense of accomplishment that came with watching Joel sitting at that tiny table, the headset pushing his hair in every direction, hunched over the microphone. You busied yourself with your notebook, half listening to their conversation. Joel grabbed you when you wandered close, hauled you into his lap as he said goodbye to his brother.
Once the radio was quiet, he yanked the headset off, dove his hand into your hair, and pulled your mouth down to his. You squeaked in surprise, letting your arms drape around his neck, one hand sneaking down the back of his collar. His palm cupped your jaw, kissing you soundly, and when he pulled back after a moment, his eyes were shining.
“Thank you.”
It’s continued, ever since you got them both to pull their heads out of their asses. Joel still has his days where he’s more mad at Tommy for leaving than anything else, occasions where he grumbles at you to just tell his brother he says hello when you tell him you’re heading for the radio. You make up excuses, tell Tommy that Joel’s working when he doesn’t come with you, and Tommy seems to believe it, for the most part. Your chats are scheduled, Tommy letting you know the next date and time he’ll check in before you say your goodbyes, and he’s stuck to every one since.
Neither you or Joel has asked what he’s doing in Minneapolis, why Marlene sent him, what the Fireflies have planned for Minnesota. You honestly don’t know if you want to know.
Visits to Lincoln have become a staple, and you’re grateful as hell. Twice a month, if you can manage it — most of the time, you visit even if the song that comes through on the radio is sixties (nothing new). You feel restless in the QZ, the imposing walls and the reminders of everything weighing on you more and more with every passing year.
You made a good call, with Frank. He’s exactly what you needed, exactly when you needed a friend like him.
A friend.
That’s what we are. Friends.
You sip your coffee as Frank gets up, heading towards the fridge. You’re perched on the kitchen counter, one boot swinging beneath you, cup resting on your leg. “I definitely told you we were married,” you say, lifting your brow as he opens the fridge, bending to fish something out.
“You definitely did not,” he replies, and as he straightens, your mouth drops open at the big bowl of strawberries in his hands. “I made good use of those seeds we traded for.”
You nearly fall over as he holds it towards you, letting you pick. The fruit is cold between your fingers, and when you sink your teeth into the strawberry, you feel like you could burst into tears. “Oh my god.”
“I know,” Frank replies, and sits back down at the small kitchen table, the strawberries between you. “Eat as many as you like; they’re growing like weeds out back.” His hand smacks against the table. “But I am telling you, Olivia, you never told me you and Joel were married!”
You nearly choke on the berry, wiping juice from the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you swallow it down. “Don’t you full name me,” you say with a laugh, knowing he’s joking. “Not like it was a real wedding or anything. We nearly died.”
Frank balks. “Pardon? No, you definitely never told me this.”
Reaching for another strawberry, you recount the story. Joel proposing, the FEDRA office, the car bombs, the Fireflies. How shaken you were. You can see the understanding on Frank’s face; you’ve told him about your time in Boston before Joel too, what happened on Outbreak Day, the days and weeks and months that followed.
You can feel your voice quaking slightly as you finish the tale, and Frank scoots his chair closer, reaching out and putting a hand on your leg. “I’m sorry, Liv.”
“Don’t be,” you say, staring down into your coffee cup, shaking your head. “We’re both alive.”
“But you never got the dress?” Frank asks, and you try to ignore the pang in your chest. “The first dance?”
“I have the ring,” you say, like it’s a consolation. “I’ve been trying to find one for Joel for forever, but how fucking morbid is that? Wearing some dead guy’s wedding ring? And Joel said the same thing, when he proposed, that it wasn’t the same, no big white dress, and I told him I didn’t care. I don’t care. If things were normal, I would have dragged his ass to Vegas the first chance I got. But…in retrospect, it just would have been nice to have my family there, say vows, something like that. Instead of some FEDRA thug telling me to sign on the dotted line.”
“I get it,” Frank says, squeezing your leg. “It’s okay, you know, to wish it was different. I think we try to push that away, to just accept the world like it is now, but it’s okay to miss the way things were. Tears have crawled up the back of your throat, and there’s a noise from outside, Bill calling Frank’s name.  There’s no panic in it, and Frank leans to glance out the window. “I’ll be right back. Have some more coffee.”
You refill your cup, steal another few strawberries. You give it a few minutes, and when Frank doesn’t come back, you slide off the counter, coffee in hand, and wander the house. You’ve seen it a bunch of times, at this point. Frank even tried to teach you piano, and you both laughed until your sides hurt at how awful you were at it.
Your boots seem to move of their own accord, walking down the main hall towards the front door. The walls are lined with picture frames, a few on the tables near the foyer, and your eyes drag over each photo. There are lots of old photos, people you assume to be Bill’s family. Some look as old as the first World War, and you pick up one frame, confirming your suspicions when you see the back of the frame reads 1917.
A photo in the middle of the wall catches your eye. A man and a woman, standing outside a church. They both have stoic smiles on their faces, and the man looks so strikingly similar to Bill that you realize it must be his parents. His mother wears a white dress, a veil in her hair, gloves with little pearls around the wrist. His father wears a dark suit, a carnation flower pinned to his lapel, his hair neatly combed. His mother holds a small bouquet of flowers in her hand, her arm slipped through her new husband’s. 
You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat. Fuck, how different things could have been…
What if you had never left Austin? You would have had two whole years of normalcy with Joel, in theory. You could have gotten to know Sarah better, you could have—
You cut the thought off abruptly, but every what if it branches into makes your chest ache. What if you had moved in? What if you had gotten married? What if you’d had a baby, made Sarah a big sister? What if…
The sound of the front door makes you flinch, and you hiss as coffee spills over the edge of your mug, hot liquid on your hand. “Fuck!”
“Oh, shit, hold on, baby,” Joel says, and disappears into the kitchen, reappearing at the other end of the hallway a moment later with a towel. He takes the cup from you, wiping the droplets from it before he’s reaching for your wrist, inspecting your hand. “You okay?”
You nod a little too enthusiastically, chewing at your lip. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Joel stares at you for a moment, but hands you your coffee. “You about ready to go? Should start headin’ back soon.”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
+
A month later, and the first eighties song plays over the radio. You recognize it instantly; Every Little Thing She Does is Magic. Joel grabs the book Frank had supplied, confirms it’s 1981, and your heart drops into your toes.
“Joel, we have to go,” you say, your heart leaping into your throat, instantly looking around the apartment. Where’s your bag, where’s your bat, where’s—
Someone knocks at the door, and you sigh with relief when you see Tess on the other side. “Oh, thank god. We have to go.”
She squints at you. “What?”
You throw your hand in the direction of the radio, still playing The Police. “Eighties. Trouble.”
“Fuck,” she grits, and you just nod.
The entire trip has you on edge. Every time you have to stop for a moment, or hear the warning scream of an Infected, your toes are curling in your boots, fingers tapping against the handle of the bat. You’re terrified to think what you might find in Lincoln.
Joel keeps close to your side, his hand resting at the top of your spine as you walk. “It’ll be okay, baby,” he tells you, and you want to believe him, you really do, but the world hasn’t given you much reason to hope for the best.
When you take that final turn and Lincoln comes into view, you hold your breath. Everything looks the same, nothing’s on fire, you don’t see anybody bleeding in the street. As you approach the gate, your stomach is in knots.
And then Frank appears at end of the sidewalk, beaming at you as you approach, and you’re officially confused. “You’re here!” he calls, arms spread wide as he reaches the gate, punches in the code, letting the three of you inside. Tess closes the gate behind her once you’re all through, and just as you’re about to ask what the fuck is going on, Joel grabs your face, giving you a soft kiss before he’s disappearing, following Tess in the direction of the wine shop.
Frank gives you an innocent smile. “Do you trust me?”
“I did,” you say, your heart still stuttering as he puts his arm around your shoulders and starts to lead you away from the gate. “You played eighties! I thought something awful happened, you fuck!”
He laughs. “A cruel trick, I know,” he says, clucking his tongue. “But it’ll be worth it, I promise.”
“What are you—”
“Close your eyes.”
“Wha—”
“Just do it, Liv.”
With a heavy sigh, you just shake your head, lifting your hands and covering your eyes with them. “Joel and Tess are in on this too?”
“They are,” Frank answers, both hands gripping your shoulders, steering you in the direction he wants you to go. “It’s a good surprise, I swear to you. Just trust me.”
“You ever play eighties again, Frank, I will keep my ass in Boston.”
“Sure, you will.”
You huff, half-heartedly angry, but let him continue to lead you. You’re instantly turned around, no idea where Frank is leading you, and it’s not until you come to a stop and he releases you, tells you to open your eyes, and you see you’re standing in front of the clothing boutique.
“Inside!” Frank declares, yanking open the door. “Let’s go!”
He pulls the door shut as soon as you’re inside, the tinkling bells overhead ringing and echoing through the shop. You slide your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, looking around. “You really not gonna tell me what’s going on?” you ask as Frank brushes past you, heading towards the back of the boutique.
“Where’s the fun in that? C’mon!”
You’re less and less annoyed with every step. Frank tends to have that effect, and even though you’re still reeling from every awful thought you’d had on the trek from Boston to Lincoln, the smile he gives you as he comes to a stop in front of one of the mirrors at the back earns your forgiveness. There’s something in front of the mirror, what you assume to be a mannequin, draped with a dark sheet.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this,” he says, letting his hand skim over the fabric, “but my mother was a seamstress. She taught me a thing or two, and it’s surprisingly come in handy now, fixing Bill’s favourite shirts and what have you.” Your brow pinches with confusion, but Frank keeps talking. “And I know you’re mad, that we rang the alarm when there wasn’t a need, but I mean it, you just have to trust me, and this will be amazing.”
With a flourish, he pulls the sheet away, and your jaw drops.
It’s a dress. A white dress, made of silky-looking material. Floor-length, short sleeves, and flowers embroidered into the fabric everywhere you look. Pearly buttons line the side, and you can see it’s more like a satin slip underneath with the more filmy overlay that’s embroidered.
It’s a dress.
A wedding dress.
You clap your hand over your mouth, tears instantly filling your eyes. Is this…? What…?
“Joel?” is all you manage to squeak out, and Frank just nods.
“It was mostly his idea,” Frank admits with a shrug. You take a step closer to the dress, almost scared to touch it, worried there’s dirt or something on your hands that will stain the fabric. “When you were here about a month ago, he brought it up to Bill. He agreed, and I helped with the finer details.”
“Details?”
“The dress,” he says, jutting his chin towards the mannequin, “and a few other things. This is only the first part, Liv.”
The tears are in full force now, and Frank makes a little noise, coming to stand beside you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You drop your head against his shoulder and he lays his on top of yours. “You made this?” you ask, your voice quiet, swiping at the tears under your lashes before pointing to the dress. It’s literally so beautiful you could cry. You are crying.
“Hah, not exactly,” Frank replies, rubbing your shoulder. “I found it in the back of the shop. If I tried to make it myself, it’d probably end up looking more like Frankenstein’s monster than a wedding dress. But, put it on, we’ll see how it fits, and if you need any alterations, I’m your man.”
You feel like you’re in a dream, as he carefully pulls the dress off the mannequin. You take it with careful hands, heading for one of the dressing rooms and closing the door behind you. Laying the dress gently on the bench inside, you toe off your boots, shimmy out of your jeans, unbutton your shirt. Then you pause, frozen in place, staring at the dress.
It’s been more than a few minutes, you realize after a moment, and Frank calls your name. “You okay? Need any help?”
“I’m good,” you call back. In truth, you’re staring at yourself in the mirror. More specifically, the scar on your side. The bite. Frank calls your name again, and you cover it with your hand, pulse thumping through the mark. “I just need a sec.”
“Okay,” he replies, clearly unconvinced, but then the thought crosses your mind that if he tries to help, he’ll see the scar, and everything they’ve planned will go to shit.
Clearing your throat, you reach for the dress.
It fits like a fucking glove.
Almost sheepishly, you step out of the dressing room, and Frank gasps when you do, a giddy laugh reaching your ears as you feel them go hot. “Liv, you look beautiful.” He reaches for your hand. “I mean, you are beautiful, but oh, it’s perfect.” Before you can say anything, he all but pushes you back into the dressing room. “Change back, we have to go back to the house to get you ready.”
An hour later, and you’re standing in the spare bedroom of the house. The dress is laid out on the bed, your hair is freshly washed, and you feel so clean you almost want a nap. Frank had left some lavender-scented soap in the shower, and you can’t stop smelling your skin.
A knock at the door almost makes you flinch, and you call that it’s open. Tess steps through a moment later, and your breath catches at her dark red dress, her hair tucked behind her ear, a flower pinned with it. You both just start to giggle as she walks over to where you’re standing in front of the mirror. She stops behind you, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders, and you cover one with your own.
“Are you mad?”
“Mad?” you scoff, still laughing. “I should be, but I’m not.” You chew at your lip. “We’re having a wedding?”
She meets your eyes in the mirror, leaning her head against yours. “You’re having a wedding.”
It feels almost like you expect it would have, if the outbreak had never happened. Getting ready, laughing with one of your best friends. There’s no curling iron, but Tess puts little braids in your hair, flowers like the one behind her ear forming a crown on top of your hair. She gives you a tube of mascara and a lipstick, jokes with you that they’re probably well expired, but they’ll do the trick. “What’s life without a little risk?”
Frank appears at some point — looking well-put together in a dress shirt and jacket, his hair neatly combed — and offers you a little bouquet of daisies from the garden. Tess jokes that you should carry the bat instead, and you all laugh.
And then you’re ready. 
“We’ll be waiting out back,” Frank says, and both he and Tess peck your cheeks before they’re gone.
It’s time.
You give yourself a few minutes, wait until you can’t hear your friends’ voices anymore, until it’s just you in the house. You go to walk out of the bedroom, you really do, but you find you can’t do it. You sink onto the edge of the bed, curling your hands into the fabric of the bedspread, forcing yourself not to cry.
It almost feels like you thought it would have, but there’s a glaring difference.
You only ever let yourself imagine this once, with Joel. After you left Austin, when you were back visiting for the Fourth of July. You let yourself think about what would happen, if you never went back to Boston. You let your fantasies run a little wild.
Anna would have been your maid of honour, Sarah would have been the flower girl. Your mother would have cried and your dad would have walked you down the aisle. You would have said your vows in the same church your grandparents had been married in.
You don’t know what’s waiting for you outside, and you have no doubt it’s wonderful and beautiful and far more than you deserve.
But…Anna. Sarah. Your parents.
You hear the door creak open downstairs, hear someone’s feet on the stairs. You’re expecting Frank, maybe even Joel.
You’re not expecting Bill. Same as Frank, he’s combed his hair, tucked it behind his ears, and while he doesn’t have a jacket, his button-up is tucked into his pants. “Olivia?” 
He’s the only one who’s exclusively called you by your full name since…well, since your dad. With him, it was either honey or Olivia, no in-between. And while you’re pretty sure Bill didn’t say your name once on your first visit to Lincoln, he’s greeted you with a curt mumble of your name each time since.
“I’m coming,” you say, starting to get up, fanning your wet eyes. “I just needed a second.”
Bill pauses in the doorway, staring at you. “It’s okay, you know, if you need another one.”
You sink back down, feeling your chest go tight. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Bill tells you, and slowly, he steps into the room, walking towards the bed and sinking down beside you. “Today is about you, after all.”
You swipe at your cheek. “I’m surprised you agreed to this,” you say, and Bill lets out a little chuckle. “Not the best resource management.”
“Y’know, you say something to Frank once and he never lets you forget it,” he grumbles, shaking his head, but there’s a rare smile on his face. “It was Joel’s idea, I’m sure Frank told you.” You nod. “And I…I’ve had a soft spot for you, Olivia, since you two first showed up here. And it took me a while, but I realized, it’s because you remind me of Frank, in a way. You’re both…” He squints, waving his hand in the air.
“Feisty?”
“Feisty,” he agrees, “and headstrong, and loyal. And while I might not like him very much, I know Joel’s done right by you. He’s a good man, and he loves you, so when he asked for my help with this, I said yes.”
Your breath shakes a little as you sigh, leaning over until your head is resting on Bill’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.”
“I know, but I’m still grateful. I never could have imagined…” You trail off, feeling the tears crawling back up again, and Bill puts his arm around your shoulders slowly. “I just, I always thought that when I got married, my family would be there, that my dad would walk me down the aisle, and I just…” You shake your head, holding your breath and trying to force the tears down.
“I know it’s not much of a consolation,” Bill says quietly, and slowly gets up, offering you his hand, “but I’d be honoured to walk you down.”
+
It’s not what Joel had envisioned, when the idea had first come to him. At this point, he can’t even quite remember what he had pictured, because whatever it was, the end result is better.
It’s late in the day. You’d left Boston late morning, arrived mid-afternoon, and while Tess had hurried Joel through a shower and getting dressed, leading him the back way out of the house while you came in the front, everyone careful not to let you see each other, the sun is starting to set. But it’s perfect, golden light covering the grass, sunbeams filtering through the trees. He can hear birds, and as he stands there, fidgeting with his hands clasped in front of him, he’s struck by how truly grateful he is, how he never could have imagined any of this.
Whatever thoughts had once crossed his mind, this is better.
He had the idea the last time you were in Lincoln. Bill had called Frank outside to ask something about their stockpile in the bunker, which Frank had rolled his eyes at, and Joel had expected you to follow Frank out, but when you didn’t, he asked.
“She’s inside, enjoying her coffee,” Frank had replied with a little smile, waving his hand toward the house. “There’s extra; I’ll send you two back with a thermos full.”
Joel had waited for Bill’s protest, but it never came, and Joel just grumbled his thanks.
“Liv was just telling me about your wedding day,” Frank said, and Joel’s ears perked up. “Leave it to FEDRA to make something beautiful so impersonal.”
“Yeah,” Joel agreed, staring down at his boots. “It’s not the day I woulda given her, if I had the chance.”
And there it was, the first spark of something. He couldn’t give you the wedding you’d probably dreamed of as a little girl, but maybe he could give you something else.
“Say, could I ask y’all a favour?”
Frank was overjoyed at the thought, and Joel again waited for Bill’s protest, but again it never came. Frank promised to look after the details, Bill agreed to build something in the backyard to hold the ceremony, and the plan was hatched.
Joel had felt guilty when the radio started playing. The song had been his idea, and he’d done his best to feign surprise when the song came on. You were too busy worrying to really notice, thankfully, and he knows he’s sure to get an earful at some point or another.
It’s small, obviously, but it’s perfect. Between two tall oaks in the backyard of the main house, Bill constructed a wooden archway, a lattice pattern filling the gaps, and long vines of ivy twisted through. It’s painted white, matched to the few chairs set in front. There are flowers in matching vases either side of the arch, and there are stones that line the path from the house up to the arch, a makeshift aisle.
Tess stands in the middle of the archway, a few pieces of paper in her hands. She looks great, Joel’s told her as much, and she just laughed and thanked him and said, “Just wait til’ you see her.” Frank sits in one of the chairs, one beside him for Bill, another two set on the other side, one for Tess. He’d asked her if she wanted to bring Robin along, but her reluctance to involve her girlfriend in the more dangerous parts of your lives overshadowed her want to have her there.
Joel sees the back door of the house swing open, and Bill steps out first. He extends his hand back inside, and you reach out to take it, lifting the skirt of your dress as you take the two steps down onto the grass. Joel can’t help but chuckle when he sees you’re barefoot, but then his eyes move up your pretty white dress, the flowers in your hair, the giddy smile on your face, and he thinks he might topple over on the spot. He tugs at his tie — yeah, he’s wearing a fucking tie — and Tess must catch his slight sniffle as tears spring in his eyes, because she nudges his arm. “Told ya.”
Frank reaches beneath his chair, producing a small radio with a cassette player. You turn towards them all fully, and Joel can see the shock in your face just as Frank hits play. Bill offers you his arm just as the first chords start to play, and you’re smiling so big it makes Joel’s face ache just looking at you. He wants to kiss that grin, has to stop himself from running full tilt at you and doing it right then and there.
He sees the recognition in your face as you start to walk towards him, your hand tucked into the crook of Bill’s elbow.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be lovin’ you.
Led Zeppelin. The same tape you once bought him for his truck back in Austin, the same one you played the night the two of you became the two of you once more. 
When the mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.
He can’t take his eyes off you, as you get closer and closer. He’s committing every inch of you to memory, for the millionth time. He’s torn between wanting to rip that dress right off of you and wanting to keep you in it for the rest of your life. He’s so fucking in love with you, he can’t believe he has you, that he found you after so many years, that he’s managed to keep you still.
You reach the end of the aisle, maybe three feet from him, and Bill stops you, turns you toward him. He leans in and pecks your cheek, and then turns to Joel, shakes his hand. Joel takes a step forward and Bill places your hand in Joel’s, giving him a nod.
Kind a woman, I give you my all, kind a woman, nothin’ more.
You arrange yourselves in front of the arch, and you turn to hand your little bouquet of daisies to Frank before taking both of Joel’s hands, squeezing your warm fingers around his. “Holy shit.”
Everybody laughs, the song fades out, and Tess clears her throat.
“Well, this is about as close as we can get to traditional, I guess. It’s fitting, I think.”
Joel’s listening, he swears he is. He can hear every word Tess says, every chuckle from Frank and even Bill, every hitch in your breathing. He can hear the birds in the trees and the thump of his own heart. But he’s focused on you, the little twitch of your hands in his, the way you’re smiling at him.
God, he wishes Sarah were here. Her memory still carries a slice of pain — he knows it always will — and though it aches, all he can think of is how well the two of you would have got on. He can still remember your first accidental meeting so clearly, and the times that followed. His daughter was too smart not to see through your “I’m a good friend of your dad’s” introduction, and even after you left for Boston, she had asked after you more than once.
“I like her,” she’d said once, casually, over breakfast, like they were discussing the weather. “She makes you all…shiny.”
“Shiny?”
“Yeah,” she’d continued, poking at her eggs. “All bright and stuff. It’s a good thing.”
“Whatever you say, kiddo.”
And somehow, here you are again, making him feel all bright and shiny, even after the world ends.
“Joel?” Tess prompts, and Joel snaps out of his memory, Tess handing him a piece of paper. “You wanna go first?”
“Oh,” he grumbles, taking the paper from her, reluctantly letting go of your hands so he can see the words he’s written on the page. “Yeah.”
Your brow furrows slightly as he clears his throat, your jaw dropping slightly. “You jackass, you wrote something?”
Joel feels his cheeks go hot. “I did.”
You’re shaking your head, but you’re beaming. “You’re so lucky I love you.”
“Luckiest man on earth,” he agrees. Then he remembers the paper in his hands. “Now, let me read it to you.”
“Okay,” you say softly, your voice laced with your smile. “I’m listening.”
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Ten years ago, on this exact day, I walked into a hardware store. I was just lookin’ for a drill bit, stopped in on my way to a job on the other side of Austin. Never in a million years did I think I’d walk down the paint aisle and find you standing there, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, smilin’ at me like I’d won the damn lottery.
Didn’t know back then that I’d fall in love with you so hard. Didn’t know you’d break my heart and mend it all in one shot, that I’d lose you before I really had the chance to love you properly. Then I lost everything, we all did, and I just…
It wasn’t easy. It’s still not easy. I was a jackass, when I first found you again, and I know I haven’t been perfect since, but, goddamnit, Liv, I’ll never love another woman the way I’ve loved you. Not in a million years. Not until my heart stops beatin’, and maybe even after that.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch, being able to love you the way I do. Luckier still that you agreed to marry me. I know I’m not the easiest sometimes, I know none of this is, but I swear to always love you, protect you, with everything I have left. Forever.
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You’ve been crying since you saw him standing beneath the arch. You’d given up on wiping the tears when Tess started talking, and then when Joel pulled out his vows, it was even worse, but you didn’t care.
He folds up the piece of paper, stuffs it in his pocket, and you have to hold back from launching yourself at him. Joel takes your hands again, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles, and you take a deep breath. “So that’s why you played eighties,” you say, shooting Frank a look. He’s crying too. “Ten years ago, today?”
Joel nods, lifts your hands to his lips, dots kisses across your fingers. “To the day.”
You take another deep breath. “Well, I would have written something, if I’d known, but all I really want to say right now is that I love you, Joel Miller. You’re right, it’s not easy, but standing by your side, it makes it easier, makes it worth it. I’m the lucky one, to have found you even after all of this, and no matter what comes our way, I got you, baby. Forever.”
+
It’s a sweet kiss. It’s an I love you brushed across his mouth. It’s hands in his hair and your body pressed against his. He tries his best not to mess with the fabric of your dress too much, the material soft as anything against his palms. Faintly, he can hear Tess and Bill and Frank cheering, somebody whistling, and the birds are still singing.
It’s perfect.
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Life In The Fast Lane
Chpt 1.
Characters - Frankie Morales x Reader
Summary - What could be better than being stuck in rush hour traffic in the middle of summer? Oh yeah, how about getting your truck rear-ended by the prettiest girl you've seen in years and being late for game night with the boys?
Word Count - 2.9K
Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Swearing, Fluffy!Frankie, Flirty!Frankie, use of pet names, mentions slight smut but nothing explicit, mentions of blood, wound cleaning, I think that's all?
A/N - I have wanted to write a series for Frankie for ages but didn't know where to start, so here it is! I hope you all enjoy! As always a massive thank you and all the love to my bby @pedgeitopascal for being the most supportive & lovely human! <3
Feedback is always appreciated!
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Divider credit to @saradika
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Frankie was on his way to meet up with Pope; he had arranged to pick him up and then head over to Will’s place as it was his turn to host them for tonight's big game. From what he had seen in the group chat before he got in the truck, Benny was already there, and Tom was heading over once he dropped Tess off at her friend's house.
Staring absentmindedly out the windscreen, waiting for the lights to change, Frankie lets out a loud groan, glancing at the clock. He would never hear the end of it if he was late picking Santi up.
A loud thud pulled him from his thoughts as the truck lurched forward. Standing on the brakes to avoid hitting the car in front of him that had just started rolling forward as the lights changed to amber.
He quickly glanced in his rear-view mirror and saw a woman behind the wheel of a car with a look of absolute horror on her face; it was almost comical the way her mouth hung open in a small O.
"Mierda, C’mon! I don’t need this today!" Letting out an exasperated sigh, he carded his hands through his hair as he placed the faded, well-worn baseball cap on his head, hiding his curls.
Based on what he could see from the rear-view mirror, his truck dwarfed your small, beat-up Volkswagen Polo, so there wasn’t likely to be much damage, to his truck at least.
He took a deep breath and opened the driver's door of the truck. He tried to remind himself that accidents happened all the time in the city, and it’s not as if this was anything serious. Doing his best to remain calm, he slips out of his truck and walks to the driver's side of the offending vehicle.
The woman is still sitting in the driver's seat of her car, frantically glancing between Frankie and where the two vehicles are now joined, as he approaches her window with a small, polite smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Frankie can see that she is visibly shaken, frantically trying to get her seatbelt off with trembling hands. Once she manages to remove the seatbelt from its holder, she begins frantically trying to unwind her window.
After a moment when the window remains fully closed despite her best efforts. He reaches forward and slowly opens her driver’s door. The sounds of the Eagles greeting him;
"He was a hard-headed man,
He was brutally handsome,
And she was terminally pretty.
She held him up, and he held her for ransom.
"In the heart of the cold, cold city." 
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"Are you okay?" Frankie asked, his voice soft and gentle as he fully opened the driver’s door. He left his forearm hanging over the top of the door and leaned his hip against it.
He could see the worry in her eyes and immediately felt the urge to do anything he could to help her feel better—to reach out and stroke the stray strand of hair from her face so he could get a better look at her eyes.
"What the hell, Frankie?" "Get a hold of yourself, Pendejo," he scolds himself mentally.
"Uh yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm fine, I think," she stammers as she wipes a finger and thumb across her plump bottom lip, in apparent disbelief of what has just happened.
"God, I am so sorry about your truck, sir. I saw the lights turning and was getting ready to accelerate, and the car lurched forward and... into the back of your truck...but you already knew the last part." The words were flying out at a mile a minute in a guilty voice.
As if she had just been pulled over by the cops or something.
The words weren’t registering in Frankie's head; all he could think of was how beautiful she was and how pretty her mouth was when she chewed on her bottom lip. A flood of images raced past his vision—all the things he could do to those lips and what those lips could do to him.
"Sir? Are you okay?" She questioned, making to step out of her car. Her arm reached out to place a hand on his arm in concern. He met her eyes for the second time and saw that the worried crease was still very much in place between her soft brows.
"What?"  Frankie asked, dazed as he shook his head to try and erase the explicit scenes in his head.
"I said, are you okay, sir?" She repeated—was he imagining the emphasis she was putting on the last word? He did his best to ignore the tingling heat making its way up his spine. Glancing down at her hand, which was resting lightly on his bicep,
"Yeah, I'm great, thanks," he said with a grin, and instantly he was kicking himself. What a stupid thing to say after someone tailgates you!
"I mean, I'm not hurt, I'm fine," He chuckles lightly, "We should probably get off the road though, and exchange information?"
He asked with a raised eyebrow as he gestured to where the two of you were standing in the middle of the road. A steady stream of cars queued behind hers, beeping and honking impatiently.
Oh, yes, of course!" The woman responds as if shaking her own thoughts out of her head.
"I have to warn you though when I pull forward, I'm taking your bumper with me," Frankie advised grimly, rubbing a hand across his face.
"I think that’s only fair after I crashed into you, don’t you?" She replied with a giggle and a warm smile, which lit up her oval face.
"Fair point well-made, Chica," he laughed, and he couldn’t help the grin snaking his lips upward.
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Both returning to your vehicles, Frankie took the lead and slowly put his foot down on the accelerator and inched the truck forward. He winced, wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes as he heard the screeching and cracking as the woman's bumper protested.
His truck was finally released from her car, and he drove a little way down the road into a layby. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he could see the poor battered car - missing its bumper - creeping slowly to park behind him.
He couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he watches her running her hands through her long, wavey hair and shaking her head to herself as she puts the car in park.
Frankie leaves the truck once more, eyes glued to the woman bending over her driver's side to grab a shoulder bag from the passenger footwell of her car. She stands and smooths the black sundress over her ample figure, the dress hugging her in all the right places.
He clears his throat and tears his eyes from her as she walks towards him, not watching her footing as she digs in the bag for something. She doesn’t notice the steep curb when she trips, taking the weight of the fall on her knees.
"Ouch, oh for fucks sake!" she mutters under her breath, loud enough that Frankie picks it up clearly. He loves a woman with a foul mouth. Someone who doesn’t care about being prim and proper. He wonders briefly just how dirty her mouth can get, but stops that thought in its tracks.
"Shit, are you alright?!" He asks as he rushes to help her on the sidewalk.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm just waiting for the ground to swallow me already." She admits being clearly mortified by the whole ordeal. Swiping the dust from the sidewalk off her dress and looking down at her, Frankie can see the way she scrunches her nose.
He is certain it is the most adorable thing he has ever seen.
"I'm Y/N... Y/N Y/L/N. I am really sorry about all of this," she huffs a laugh and gestures at her car and then at herself.
"Well, Y/N, I'm Frankie Morales, and it is a pleasure to meet you, even under the circumstances," he chuckles. "Are you sure you're alright? Your leg is bleeding." He asked concern more evident in his tone than he realised.  
"Oh shit" Y/N groaned as she looked at her knee, blood quickly trickling down her leg and pooling at her white ankle sock.
"Hold on, I have a first aid kit in the cab!" Frankie sprang into action, quickly retrieving the basic first aid kit he kept in the cab of the truck in case of emergancies.
Like pretty women getting scraped knees...
He rounded to the truck bed and pulled the tailgate down and motioned for her to sit on it. Trying to hide his snicker as she struggled to hoist herself up. Watching the look of determination on Y/N’s face, he lost it, and he couldn’t help the belly laugh that broke through his lips.
"Do you need a boost, pequeño?" Still chuckling, he made his way over to stand in front of her.
"I don’t know what that means, but I'm sure it is rude to laugh at someone when they’re gravely injured." She scolds him playfully.
"It means little one, and you're right—that wasn’t very gentlemanly of me. I apologise Here, let me help you." He can see the blush creep up her neck as he reveals the meaning of the nickname.
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He places two big calloused hands on either side of her waist, making eye contact before hand to check if it was okay for him to touch her, and she nods her head yes. Frankie lifts her gently onto the tailgate. She is hiding behind her hair, but he can tell she is grinning.
Y/N’s legs were dangling comically high from the back of the truck. Frankie stands in front of her, unzipping the first aid kit, locating the antibacterial wipes and a bandaid, and then zips the bag closed once more.
"May I?" Frankie gestures towards her bleeding leg, which thankfully has slowed.
"Yes, thank you," Y/N answers in a shy voice with a small nod of her head.
He lifts her foot with his left hand and softly begins to clean the blood from her ankle to her knee with his right. He does his best to ignore how good it feels to hold her soft calf in his large strong hand but he can hear her breath quickening, and he is unsure if she is in pain or if it’s caused by his close proximity.
Throwing caution to the wind, he asks, "Are you in pain, Y/N?" Voice deep and gravely. Looking into her eyes, he notices for the first time that they are the clearest shade of (Y/E/C), glistening brightly in the summer sun. Momentarily stunned, his hand stops cleaning the wound.
"No, no, I'm not in any pain, you are very gentle." She compliments him, and he grins back, satisfied that the wound is as clean as it is going to get. Frankie places the plaster over the graze on her knee. He can’t help but rub the pad of his thumb back and forth over the material a few times before pulling back.
"There we are, almost as good as new." He smiles brightly, pleased with his handy work.
"Okay, now to the nitty gritty before I have a chance to embarrass myself again. I will give you my insurance information," she mumbles as she finally reaches for the notebook and pen in her bag. She flicks through the pages until she finds a blank one and delicately jots down her first and last names.
Frankie looks back and forth between his truck and Y/N’s car; there truly was no damage to the truck, a few minor scratches where the bumper had caught, but nothing that didn’t fade to the background with the rest of the dings and dents in the old girl.
"How about we forget about the insurance? You came out of this a hell of a lot worse than I did. Physically speaking also," he says. He chuckles and gestures to the sticking plaster on her leg.
"Why don't we just exchange numbers? I know a guy that can fix your car up for cheap, and I could maybe take you out to dinner tomorrow if you would like." Frankie didn’t know what had come over him.
The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying, and he was truly impressed that he didn’t stumble over them in some sort of verbal vomit like a nervous teenager.
"Are you sure? I scratched the shit out of your truck; I want to get that fixed for you!" Y/N insisted. Frankie's heart sank as she brushed over the dinner invitation, raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.
"No, it’s honestly fine; there are that many scrapes and scratches on this waggon, and I like to think of them as character-building." He laughs, trying desperately to hide his disappointment.
"Okay, I still feel awful, but if you could put me in touch with your friend, I would really appreciate it." Y/N nods seriously as she finishes writing on the piece of paper
She folds it in half, tries and fails to jump down from the truckbed herself, and sighs out a half-hearted laugh. She looks up at Frankie with a "Help a girl out" look and a small grin playing on her perfect lips.
Frankie places his hands on her waist again, shocked by the heat of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her dress, and places her steadily on the sidewalk.
"Thank you for not being an asshole about this and for fixing my leg, offering your friends help, and, well, just thank you for everything. It’s been a day from hell." Y/N laughs, and the sound tinkles through Frankie like a lullaby.
"Sure, it's no problem, pequeño" he grins at her deep blush, "if your free tomorrow I can get my buddy to take a look, I can put your bumper in the back of the truck if you like?" He offers. 
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"Oh yeah, that would be perfect! I have no plans for tomorrow, so just whenever works best for you, Frankie." The way his name rolled off her tongue so innocently had Frankie clearing his throat nervously.
Okay, I will call you tomorrow then?." He asked in confusion; she still hadn’t given him her information.
"I’d like that." She smiled shyly back at him, the most tempting pink creeping across her cheeks.
"Um, you have to give me your number for me to call it Y/N." He chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck again.
"Oh fuck, I'm an idiot." She let her head fall into her hands in embarrassment, and Frankie was glad she couldn’t see him right now. The way she almost moaned that word was torturing him, and he had to readjust the way he stood as he felt his pants tightening ever so slightly.
"Jesus Frank, reign it in; she doesn’t even want to have dinner with you, let alone anything else," he thought to himself harshly. This woman was affecting him far more than any stranger should be able to.
Y/N held her hand out with the folded note between her thumb and index finger. The slight tremble in her hand didn’t go unnoticed by either of them, but Frankie chose not to acknowledge it; it was probably just leftover adrenaline from the crash anyway.
"Thanks, Y/N," he took the paper from her, held it in one hand, and tapped it against the palm of his other.
"Okay, I guess I’ll hear from you tomorrow?" She asked, and Frankie was sure he could hear the hope in her voice as he nodded back.
"You sure will, Hermosa," Frankie replied without thinking, and it was his turn to blush.
Okay, that sounds good. I will speak to you tomorrow. It was great to meet you, Frankie."
He just smiled as he watched from the side of his truck. Walking back to her little beat-up Polo, climbing into the front seat, and driving away with a grin on her pretty face.
Frankie has to take a second before he moves, running his hand over the fresh dent and scratches on the back of the truck. Smiling to himself at how a perfect stranger had effectively turned him into a teenager again,
He lifts the bumper and places it gently into the bed of the truck, pulling the cover down over top, and then secures the tailgate.
Y/N just seemed so good and sweet. "Any wonder she didn’t want to go to dinner with me?" he thought to himself.
He climbs back into the cab of the truck and opens the piece of paper she had given him. The first thing he notices is how lovely her handwriting is, and scrawled elegantly across the page is her telephone number and a message that reads:
"I would love to go to dinner with you, Frankie."
He holds the piece of paper between both hands, sure that if he lets it go, it will disappear. Grinning ear to ear, his phone starts ringing, and he lifts it from the passenger seat without looking at who is calling.
"Hello?" He asks, aware of how dopey he sounds as he stares at the note in his hand.
Frank, where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here a half hour ago!" Pope half yells down the phone at him.
"Calm down, I got into a bit of an accident. Im okay though; she was a happy accident." He grins down the line. "I’ll be over in five." He hangs up on Pope and places the note in his sun visor for safekeeping until tomorrow.
Excited at the idea of seeing her again and the night ahead with the boys, he flicks his indicator on and merges into the traffic heading to Santiago’s with the dopiest grin splitting his face.
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A/N -
Pequeño ~ Little one
Hermosa ~ Beautiful
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