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Joel Miller

In the past, I have lost track of stories; hence, the creation of these posts, which contain lists of stories from fandoms that I love. These lists include masterlists, one-shots, and series that I am reading, have read, or plan to read. If this helps you out too, I'm happy to hear that!

* These lists do not include the summaries of the stories. If you wish to see that, please go to the series to see what the authors have provided!

J.M. - Masterlists

Joel Miller Masterlist By: @justagalwhowrite

Joel Miller Masterlist By: @cavillscurls

Joel Miller Masterlist By: @eupheme

morning-star-joy Joel Miller Masterlist By: @morning-star-joy

Pedro Pascal Masterlist By: @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

Masterlist By: @heartpascal

Joel Miller Recommendation Masterlist By: @outoftheseine

Last of Us Masterlist By: @hottpinkpenguin

TLOU Masterlist By: @loganlermanstanaccount

Joel Miller - Masterlist By: @forever-rogue

Pedro Masterlist By: @creedslove

Joel Miller Fics Masterlist By: @atomicladytimetravel

masterlist By: @sl-ut

masterlist By: @rogueonestan

Joel Miller By: @darkroastjoel

Fanfiction Hall Of Fame [May List of 2023] By: @picklejar-hall-of-fame

Masterlist By: @sp00kymulderr

navigation By: @breakfastatjoels

Joel Miller Masterlist By: @thetriumphantpanda

Masterlist By: @stylesispunk

Joel Miller Masterlist By: guess-my-next-@obsession

Masterlist By: @macfrog

Masterlist By: @bluebeary-jay

Masterlist By: @punkshort

Pre & Post Outbreak Masterlist By: @Tightjeansjavi

J.M. - Series

Just Too Good To Be Gone Masterlist By: @something-tofightfor

Uneven Odds — Series Masterlist By: @theetherealbloom

To Hell and Back l J. Miller Miniseries Masterlist By: @darkroastjoel

a stranger's heart without a home masterlist By: @morning-star-joy

Friendly Fire By: @the-ginger-hedge-witch

The Stable Girl Masterlist By: @guess-my-next-obsession

Twenty Years Later - Joel Miller By: @yelena-bellova

cruel summer By: @proxima-writes

That's a Real Fucking Legacy: Masterlist By: @wyn-n-tonic

The Teacher | series masterlist By: @jwritesfanfics

Broken Souls | series masterlist By: @jwritesfanfic

plum, masterlist By: @thyme-in-a-bubble

Harder To Find What’s Right By: @something-tofightfor

Look for the Light - Masterlist By: @albertasunrise

Seeing you, Seeing me - completed series By: @amywritesthings

At Your Service By: @randofantfic

Broken Without You (Completed) By: @sourwolf-sterek32

Gold Rush | Masterlist By: @trulybetty

Canary In A Coal Mine: Masterlist By: @thebigsl33p

Apothecary - A Joel Miller Story By: @atinylittlepain

Fall Into Temptation Masterlist By: @darkroastjoel

The Great War By: @stylesispunk

Fractured masterlist By: @katsheadinclouds

Whiskey Tears By: @papipedroo

Slow Hands By: @tightjeansjavi

Edge of Darkness By: @hyzer34

Restoring the Roots By: @bearsbeetsbeskar

Keep close By: @nexusnyx

Texas Sun By: @from-the-clouds

But you know the killdeer doesn’t understand By: @morning-star-joy

In the woods somewhere By: @thetriumphantpanda

Ghost of you By: @thetriumphantpanda

A safe haven By: @joelsgreys

Slow hands By: @tightjeansjavi

Look what we’ve become By: @punkshort

The way we were By: @punkshort

Fate, after all By: @mandoisapunk

Under the moonlight By: @hier--soir

Five days By: @morallyinept

A Future Together By: @kteague

flash point By: @dustydaddyyy

Seeing you, Seeing me By: @amywritesthings

I couldn’t want you anymore By: @Stylesispunk

You know you never stood a chance By: @corazondebeskar-reads

Firefly By: @final-girl96

Seeking what’s desirable By: @chloeangelic

Too Sweet By: @bunnysbrainrot

Over again By: @burntheedges

I need to start a garden By: @sepptember

You’re the loss of my life By: @stylesispunk

The days of you and I By: @stylesispunk

Willow & Whiskey By: @millers-girl

The days of you and I By: @stylesispunk

J.M. - One Shots

Love at First Fight Part 2 By: @jazzysnazzys

one thing i'm missing (joel miller/reader) PART ONE By: @joelscruff

Willow | joel miller x f!reader | pt. 1 By: @jenispunk

Bell Bottom Blues By: @thot-of-khonshu

Observations By: @ezrasbirdie

Followed the Beast By: @psychedelic-ink (more parts please)

Neighborly Love By: @kteague

Be still my foolish heart By: @bluebeary-jay

Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter (Part 1) By: @fragilefable

Harvest Moon By: @joelmillersmunch

Din Djarin

D.D. - Masterlist

Masterlist By: @sp00kymulder

Pedro Pascal Masterlist By: @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

D.D. - Series

Din Djarin By: @goldafterglow

D.D. - One Shot

Significant By: @softlyspector

Face to Face By: @bluebeary-jay

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albertasunrise · 2 months ago

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Thank you for reading! 🫶🏼

Glad you enjoyed it 🥹

Look for the Light - Masterlist

Masterlist

Note: This fic idea basically came to me after watching episode two. Gonna be in a few parts. Can’t wait to share it with you all ♥️

Summary: Four years ago, Joel saved you from certain death. In return, you followed him faithfully. Always ready to do and give him whatever he asked, despite the hurt it inflicted on you, body and soul. Agreeing to go with him to deliver Ellie to the Fireflies… this would be the last time you’d follow him… After this, your debt would be paid.

Relationships: Reader x Joel Miller, Joel Miller & Ellie, Reader & Ellie

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

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albertasunrise · 2 months ago

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Look for the Light - Part 9

Masterlist

Relationships: Reader x Joel Miller, Joel Miller & Ellie, Reader & Ellie

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. 18+ (Sorry this took a so long... This particular chapter was a tough one to write but I am so glad I managed to do it. I hope it was worth the wait ♥️)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Your day just seemed to go from bad to worse.

It started with bad eggs. You had made scrambled eggs for breakfast. They were Joel's favourite, and after a tough week building the new schoolhouse for the town—pulling in late nights to try and get it finished before the snow came—you’d wanted to do something nice for him.

He had scoffed them down with a satisfied groan, kissed you goodbye with eggs still on his breath, and dashed out the door, promising he’d be home before dark.

You’d eaten yours slowly, staring out the window at the frost creeping across the glass. You’d washed the dishes absentmindedly… then, out of nowhere, you were hurling your breakfast into the sink. Your stomach turned like it had been waiting for the exact moment you were done to rebel. You wiped your mouth, stared at the half-cleaned dishes with blurry eyes, and cursed under your breath.

Then Ellie had come barreling in, dropping what could only be described as a mountain of muddy laundry onto your arms. “I need these washed like… now,” she said, already walking away. “I don’t have anything clean.”

You’d raised an eyebrow. “You ever think about doing your own washing sometimes?”

She’d waved you off without turning around. “Sure, sure. Thanks!”

You sighed, staring at the pile that already smelled like damp socks and teenage recklessness.

Just as you were loading the washer, Mandy from next door came skipping up your steps like a damn puppy. She was glowing… literally glowing… and before she even said hello, she was screeching, “We’re pregnant!”

You blinked.

She was crying. Laughing. Hugging you too tight. “I just— I can’t believe it happened so fast!”

You’d managed to smile, congratulate her. But the second she left, you’d stood frozen in the hallway, hands on your hips, jaw clenched.

The icing on the bloody cake…

You and Joel had been trying for a year now.

Each month your period came, it was like another shard of glass wedged deeper into your chest. But Joel had always pulled you into his arms, whispering promises against your hair, telling you it would happen. That these things just… take time.

But hope was a funny thing—too much of it, and it starts to feel like poison. So to say your day had been a shitter? That was the understatement of the year.

And then Maria had come over—with little Benjamin in tow—and, for a moment, the weight pressing on your chest lifted just enough for you to breathe.

He was the light of your life. His chubby cheeks, thick thighs, and gummy smile made your whole world slow down. Something about the way he reached for you like you were his favourite person in the universe made your broken heart feel a little less shattered. When Benjamin had been born, you'd jumped into being an aunt with both feet. You and Joel had gotten married just weeks before his arrival, full of hope and joy and whispered dreams of a baby of your own. But you hadn’t told anyone you were trying. Not even Maria. You wanted it to be a surprise. A soft, glowy announcement after that missed period finally happened.

Something happy.

Instead, it had become a secret that festered. Each failed month felt heavier. Lonelier. And each “Mandy” in town getting pregnant while you stayed empty… it chipped away at you. You’d started to wonder, in your darker moments, if the miscarriage you’d had before had left more damage than you realized.

“Hey, how have you been?” Maria asked, watching you bounce Benny on your lap.

“I’ve been okay,” you replied, smiling and hoping it didn’t look forced.

“You sure?”

There it was. The confirmation you were fooling no one.

“Yeah… Just had some bad eggs this morning. Felt off all day.”

“Joel eat them too?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Yeah. Hopefully he’s okay. It was rough.”

“He looked fine when I saw him earlier.”

You shrugged. “Man’s clearly tougher than me.”

You reached for your coffee, took a sip, then recoiled.

“Ugh. This coffee is so bitter.”

Maria raised an eyebrow, studying you. Her gaze lingered—too long. You saw the moment the thought clicked into place for her.

“Sickness. Coffee aversion…” she murmured.

“What?” you asked, eyebrows pulling together.

“Honey… could you be pregnant?”

You choked on your sip. “Why do you ask?”

“You liked that coffee a few days ago, now suddenly it’s disgusting? Aversion to food…”

“The eggs were bad—”

“And yet Joel’s fine.”

“I’m not pregnant, Maria,” you snapped, gently setting Benjamin down on his playmat.

“How do you know?”

“Because I haven’t been pregnant any other fucking month, so why would I be now?”

The words exploded out of you before you could stop them. Bitter, sharp, and too honest.

Maria went quiet for a moment, then softly asked, “Are you guys trying?”

You nodded, and just like that, the tears came. You tried to blink them away, but they slid down your cheeks anyway.

“How long?”

“A year.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sobbed harder as she stood and pulled you into a hug. Her arms were warm and safe, and it was all too much.

“Joel wanted it to be a surprise. But it hasn’t happened. And now I just feel so alone,” you whispered, clinging to her.

“Oh, hun. You should’ve come to me. I could’ve kept that secret for you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she said firmly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You nodded against her shoulder, and she gently pulled back to look at you. “But… in all honesty… is there a chance you could be?”

“I mean, I guess, but—”

“Right. You wait here.”

She disappeared for a moment and came back holding a cup and a handful of faded pregnancy test sachets.

“Pee in this. Dip these. They’re out of date, but they still work. That’s how I found out about Benny.”

You stared at the objects in her hand like they might bite.

“Maria—”

“Just humour me,” she pleaded.

So you did. You disappeared into the downstairs bathroom, heart hammering like a war drum. You peed into the damn cup with shaking hands, dipped the sticks, placed them on their packets like Maria said, and threw away the rest.

Then you found Maria in the dining room, gently rocking Benjamin, who was finally asleep in the cot you and Joel had set up just for him.

“What now?” you asked, placing the tests on the coffee table with trembling fingers.

“Now we wait.”

And so you did.

The minutes dragged. You stared at the mantle clock like you could will time to move faster. When five minutes passed, neither of you moved.

“I don’t think I can look,” you whispered.

“You want me to?” Maria asked, and you nodded quickly.

She picked up the packets, carefully removed the first test… then the second.

Her face was unreadable. You tried to judge her expression, tried to see some hint—anything—but she was a damn vault.

Then she looked up.

And smiled.

“They’re positive, hun,” she said, voice thick with emotion. “Both of them.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as you choked out a sob.

“They’re positive?”

“They’re positive.”

You sprang to your feet and grabbed the tests from her, hands trembling. There it was. Two faded but unmistakable lines.

“Oh my god…”

“Congratulations.”

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, then sobbed. “I’m finally pregnant.”

…

Joel stepped into the kitchen, his shoulders stiff and eyes tired. He rubbed at the back of his neck and draped his coat over a chair.

“Babe?” he called, not seeing you. “You home?”

“Be down in a sec,” you called out, trying—and failing—to keep the excitement from your voice.

He smiled. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

He flicked on the kettle. “Want a coffee, sweetie?”

“No thanks.” You entered the room and gave him a quick peck.

“What’s got you all chipper?” he asked, sipping from his mug.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh really?” he smirked.

You pulled him into the lounge and motioned for him to sit.

“Cover your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He chuckled, then obeyed. You grabbed the small box from the window seat and placed it in his lap.

“Okay… open them.”

He opened his eyes, stared down. His eyes widened. Then shimmered.

“We’re… we’re having a baby?” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

You nodded, barely able to breathe.

“We’re having a baby,” you echoed.

He was on his feet in a heartbeat, kissing you, holding you. You barely remembered how you got to the wall, clothes disappearing between kisses, tears, laughter. His mouth traveled down your neck, your chest, and paused at your stomach. He pressed a kiss to the skin there, reverent.

Then he dropped to his knees and devoured you like a man starved, your back hitting the wall, your head slamming into it, but you didn’t care.

“Fuck, Joel—”

“Cum for me, mummy,” he purred.

You did. Instantly.

Then you had him on the floor, needing to feel him inside you, needing him to fill every empty part of you. The way he held your hips, how your bodies moved in sync, how he whispered praises as you both tumbled over the edge together—it was like worship.

“I love you,” he panted.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“I can’t wait to raise this baby with you.”

You kissed him soft and slow, your foreheads touching.

No more words needed.

…

The next few weeks were hell.

You kept it quiet… just a little longer. The clinic had finally acquired a working sonogram machine, and you wanted that first blurry picture before telling the town.

The day finally came.

You lay on the creaky exam bed, Joel gripping your hand. The nurse pressed a gooey probe to your belly, muttering apologies for the ancient Vaseline.

Then—there it was.

A tiny bean-shaped baby flickering on the screen. A heartbeat.

"Everything looks good," the nurse beamed. "Congratulations."

Joel choked back a sob. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Our little miracle,” you whispered.

The nurse tried to print pictures. The ink was patchy, the paper old, but you didn’t care. You held them like gold, eyes brimming.

It was finally your turn.

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albertasunrise · 2 months ago

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Look for the Light - Part 9

Masterlist

Relationships: Reader x Joel Miller, Joel Miller & Ellie, Reader & Ellie

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Your day just seemed to go from bad to worse.

He had scoffed them down with a satisfied groan, kissed you goodbye with eggs still on his breath, and dashed out the door, promising he’d be home before dark.

You’d raised an eyebrow. “You ever think about doing your own washing sometimes?”

She’d waved you off without turning around. “Sure, sure. Thanks!”

You sighed, staring at the pile that already smelled like damp socks and teenage recklessness.

You blinked.

She was crying. Laughing. Hugging you too tight. “I just— I can’t believe it happened so fast!”

You’d managed to smile, congratulate her. But the second she left, you’d stood frozen in the hallway, hands on your hips, jaw clenched.

The icing on the bloody cake…

You and Joel had been trying for a year now.

But hope was a funny thing—too much of it, and it starts to feel like poison. So to say your day had been a shitter? That was the understatement of the year.

And then Maria had come over—with little Benjamin in tow—and, for a moment, the weight pressing on your chest lifted just enough for you to breathe.

Something happy.

“Hey, how have you been?” Maria asked, watching you bounce Benny on your lap.

“I’ve been okay,” you replied, smiling and hoping it didn’t look forced.

“You sure?”

There it was. The confirmation you were fooling no one.

“Yeah… Just had some bad eggs this morning. Felt off all day.”

“Joel eat them too?” she asked, cocking her head.

“Yeah. Hopefully he’s okay. It was rough.”

“He looked fine when I saw him earlier.”

You shrugged. “Man’s clearly tougher than me.”

You reached for your coffee, took a sip, then recoiled.

“Ugh. This coffee is so bitter.”

Maria raised an eyebrow, studying you. Her gaze lingered—too long. You saw the moment the thought clicked into place for her.

“Sickness. Coffee aversion…” she murmured.

“What?” you asked, eyebrows pulling together.

“Honey… could you be pregnant?”

You choked on your sip. “Why do you ask?”

“You liked that coffee a few days ago, now suddenly it’s disgusting? Aversion to food…”

“The eggs were bad—”

“And yet Joel’s fine.”

“I’m not pregnant, Maria,” you snapped, gently setting Benjamin down on his playmat.

“How do you know?”

“Because I haven’t been pregnant any other fucking month, so why would I be now?”

The words exploded out of you before you could stop them. Bitter, sharp, and too honest.

Maria went quiet for a moment, then softly asked, “Are you guys trying?”

You nodded, and just like that, the tears came. You tried to blink them away, but they slid down your cheeks anyway.

“How long?”

“A year.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sobbed harder as she stood and pulled you into a hug. Her arms were warm and safe, and it was all too much.

“Joel wanted it to be a surprise. But it hasn’t happened. And now I just feel so alone,” you whispered, clinging to her.

“Oh, hun. You should’ve come to me. I could’ve kept that secret for you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she said firmly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You nodded against her shoulder, and she gently pulled back to look at you. “But… in all honesty… is there a chance you could be?”

“I mean, I guess, but—”

“Right. You wait here.”

She disappeared for a moment and came back holding a cup and a handful of faded pregnancy test sachets.

“Pee in this. Dip these. They’re out of date, but they still work. That’s how I found out about Benny.”

You stared at the objects in her hand like they might bite.

“Maria—”

“Just humour me,” she pleaded.

Then you found Maria in the dining room, gently rocking Benjamin, who was finally asleep in the cot you and Joel had set up just for him.

“What now?” you asked, placing the tests on the coffee table with trembling fingers.

“Now we wait.”

And so you did.

The minutes dragged. You stared at the mantle clock like you could will time to move faster. When five minutes passed, neither of you moved.

“I don’t think I can look,” you whispered.

“You want me to?” Maria asked, and you nodded quickly.

She picked up the packets, carefully removed the first test… then the second.

Her face was unreadable. You tried to judge her expression, tried to see some hint—anything—but she was a damn vault.

Then she looked up.

And smiled.

“They’re positive, hun,” she said, voice thick with emotion. “Both of them.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as you choked out a sob.

“They’re positive?”

“They’re positive.”

You sprang to your feet and grabbed the tests from her, hands trembling. There it was. Two faded but unmistakable lines.

“Oh my god…”

“Congratulations.”

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, then sobbed. “I’m finally pregnant.”

…

Joel stepped into the kitchen, his shoulders stiff and eyes tired. He rubbed at the back of his neck and draped his coat over a chair.

“Babe?” he called, not seeing you. “You home?”

“Be down in a sec,” you called out, trying—and failing—to keep the excitement from your voice.

He smiled. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

He flicked on the kettle. “Want a coffee, sweetie?”

“No thanks.” You entered the room and gave him a quick peck.

“What’s got you all chipper?” he asked, sipping from his mug.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh really?” he smirked.

You pulled him into the lounge and motioned for him to sit.

“Cover your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He chuckled, then obeyed. You grabbed the small box from the window seat and placed it in his lap.

“Okay… open them.”

He opened his eyes, stared down. His eyes widened. Then shimmered.

“We’re… we’re having a baby?” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

You nodded, barely able to breathe.

“We’re having a baby,” you echoed.

Then he dropped to his knees and devoured you like a man starved, your back hitting the wall, your head slamming into it, but you didn’t care.

“Fuck, Joel—”

“Cum for me, mummy,” he purred.

You did. Instantly.

“I love you,” he panted.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“I can’t wait to raise this baby with you.”

You kissed him soft and slow, your foreheads touching.

No more words needed.

…

The next few weeks were hell.

You kept it quiet… just a little longer. The clinic had finally acquired a working sonogram machine, and you wanted that first blurry picture before telling the town.

The day finally came.

You lay on the creaky exam bed, Joel gripping your hand. The nurse pressed a gooey probe to your belly, muttering apologies for the ancient Vaseline.

Then—there it was.

A tiny bean-shaped baby flickering on the screen. A heartbeat.

"Everything looks good," the nurse beamed. "Congratulations."

Joel choked back a sob. “Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Our little miracle,” you whispered.

The nurse tried to print pictures. The ink was patchy, the paper old, but you didn’t care. You held them like gold, eyes brimming.

It was finally your turn.

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albertasunrise · 4 months ago

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Love you boo! 🫶🏼♥️

Chapter 1: Dead Reckoning

Summary: Javier and Steve, still brand new partners constantly butt heads and hate each other's guts. But an attack on the embassy will reveal Javier's hidden heart and require friendship from them both.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: light swearing, Javier whump, mentions of blood and injury

Author's note: yeah I'm here with a new fic but this was fun to write. More to come soon! Dedicated to my beloved @albertasunrise

Steve wanted to bury his head somewhere dark and cool until the headache currently thrumming through his skull eased off. Every incessant tap of Javier’s typewriter felt like a hammer that only exacerbated. What kind of psychopath still used a type-writer in an office setting.

“Peña, for Pete’s sake. Could you please use anything else to take your notes,” Steve said irritably as he rubbed his eyes. The flickering of the yellow light above the desk might also be contributing to the drum circle in his brain.

“No one else complains about it,” Javier snapped gruffly. His coffee had long run out and something seemed to have him wound tighter than a spring. The pair had only been working together for a few weeks and so far they seemed to butt heads more often than not and the dark-haired agent had made a bad joke about hitting on Connie, so needless to say, Steve wasn’t particularly a fan. It was times like these when he missed his old partner and his old life in Miami.

“Yeah they do,” Carillo piped in as he breezed past the desk clump. “You just don’t care what anyone has to say, Peña. That’s why you’re the office asshole.”

“Will you get off my ass, Carillo?” Javier groaned.

“It’s a title you’ve held proudly for two years now. I’m not sure why you’re surprised,” the Colonel replied before strolling into his office, leaving the two agents to squabble amongst themselves.

“Maldito,” Javier muttered under his breath.

“He wouldn’t be one if you weren’t,” Steve fired. He knew he shouldn’t stir up his partner but the past few days had given him very little sleep and he was irritable. He wanted to go home and see his wife, not spend another night slumped over his desk, catching a few stray hours of sleep on the scratchy couch in the breakroom or in the company of his asshole of a partner.

“Ah, so your Spanish is getting better, gringo,” Javier taunted with a smirk. He too was starting to get a headache but hesuspected that was because he normally had a drink at this hour but Carillo banned liquor from the office.

Steve could feel his temper rising. “Yeah. That last whore we hung out with taught me a few phrases.”

Steve knew he struck a nerve when Javier shot him a withering glare. Personally, he never understood why Javier cared so deeply for these women when he treated them like a commodity and they occasionally went above and beyond to act as informants for him in exchange for a lousy green card.

A lot of good that would do them when they had no connections, many didn’t speak English and even less of them had any real skills. He certainly wasn’t doing them any real favor, only prolonging the inevitable.

“You’re a piece of shit, Murphy,” Javier snapped, unable to keep a tight leash on his temper.

“Well the feeling is mutual,” Steve replied, suddenly pushing away from the desk and jumping to his feet.

Javier did the same. “What? You gonna fight me or something, Murphy? I could kick your hick ass before you knew what hit you.”

“You wanna make this interesting and put some money on it, Peña?” Steve challenged.

Other agents and office workers, distracted by the loud altercation were now jeering and adding to the tense energy.

“What the HELL is going on?!” Carillo’s voice boomed and everyone was silenced immediately, including Steve and Javier. The colonel’s piercing gaze immediately shot to the guilty agents. “That’s it! You two-“

A peal of automatic gunfire sliced through the room and struck the wall mere inches from Carillo’s head.

The room was thrown into chaos as everyone ducked and frantically tried to make their way to the exit. Steve tried to quell his spinning brain as more gunfire tore through paper-thin drywall and shattered glass. There was an alarm on the far wall. He had to pull it or the shooters could enter the room at any moment. With his gun drawn, he started to make his way across the floor, keeping his head ducked low beneath windows.

A receptionist, who was new and had just flown in from New York was trapped at her desk as bullets tore through the copier, vases of fresh flowers, and anything else nearby. Javier spotted her, noting that she was paralyzed with fear. Without another thought, he jumped up to his feet and practically dove over the desk to pull her down as bullets shattered the window right in front of her.

“Get down!” He cried as he pulled her to the floor,

Steve heard his partner shout and a pained shriek from the direction of the receptionist’s desk but continued his path until he reached the alarm.

The moment he pulled it all doors and windows locked as steel coverings slid down over the windows to shield the office from further gunfire. Doors throughout the building locked, hopefully sealing the other workers into safe and secure rooms. Thankfully it had been a Friday and people had gotten into the habit of knocking off early or taking off altogether, so it was a skeleton crew in the office.

“Good work, Murphy,” Carrillo praised. “I’ve radioed for backup but it may be a while. The strike team will have toeliminate the shooters before they can disengage the system.”

“Do you know how long? I need some help here,” Javier asked as he got to his feet, holding the trembling and crying receptionist in his arms. “I tried but looks like the bullet hit her arm. It's not serious but we’ll need to bandage her up until help arrives.”

Steve could now see the red on his partner’s hands and gnawed at his lip.

“Hey, hey what’s your name, sweetheart?” Javier asked the sobbing receptionist as he carefully sat her in an empty office chair so that her arm could be tended to.

“Kimberly,” the young redhead sniffed pitifully as she looked into Javier’s deep brown eyes.

“Alright, Kimberly. Hey! It’s alright,” he soothed as Carillo returned with the kit and started rummaging for anti-bacterial cream and a roll of gauze. “Don’t worry about what he’s doing, ok? Just keep focused on me, ok?”

The smooth-taking agent’s earnest, almost puppy-dog expression was enough to get Kimberly to stop crying as Carillo began to tend to her wound.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” Javier suggested. “It’ll take your mind off of it.”

Steve listened to Javier and Kimberly’s voices volley back and forth but wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said. Every nerve was buzzing with energy as more gunshots rang through the building. There was no way of knowing if it was an intimidation tactic or if they had buried themselves in an innocent person.

Suddenly, the need to call his wife and let her know what was going on was too strong to ignore, and he picked up his desk phone just as Javier sat down stiffly in his office chair. He was met with silence on the other end of the receiver.

“Phone lines are dead,” Steve said to no one in particular, but Javier nodded.

He had a semi-dazed expression on his face.

“Is Kimberly gonna be ok?” Steve asked as he hung up the useless phone. Hopefully, someone would let Connie know that he was ok.

“I think so. Think she’s more scared than anything else. The wound looked worse than it was,” Javier replied with a half-shrug.

“I’m sure she enjoyed your extra attention,” Steve grumbled. His headache was far worse now and he considered taking a nap, though he knew he’d never be able to settle enough to actually sleep.

The tapping of Javier’s typewriter nearly made him jump out of his skin.

“Damn it, Peña! Now’s not the time!” he snapped.

“What? We have to sit here until they turn off the alarms. Might as well get something done. Beats sitting here in silence.”

“If you type on that thing one more time, I’ll smash it. I dare you, asshole. See if I’m bluffing.”

Steve braced himself for a snarky comment from his partner or some curse in Spanish he would have to get Carillo to translate later but surprisingly nothing came. His partner simply sat in his chair wordlessly as the minutes ticked by andmore gunshots echoed from deep within the guts of the building.

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“This is ridiculous! Surely backup should be here by now,” an agent (Steve thought his name was Domingez) griped.

“Radio died but they had to call in support from Bogota,” Carillo replied. “Apparently it's more than a few teenage punks with guns.”

“Escobar is getting bold, and desperate,” Steve commented.

Steve crossed his arms and sat on top of his desk. They’d been officially trapped in the locked-down office for over three hours, and the longer they waited there, the more he was starting to feel like a trapped animal. It was taking every ounce of his strength to keep a lid on an outburst that was threatening to blow.

“How much longer, Colonel?” Javier asked.

Steve could feel his fists curl. Javier had asked the same question at least three times an hour since they’d been trapped, and he was starting to sound like a bratty kid on a road trip.

“I don’t know, Javier. Quit asking. I’ll let you all know when the status has changed,” Carillo replied shortly as he contemplated locking himself in his office, away from his subordinates.

Javier huffed but was quiet once more. Save for the constant nagging question, he’d been awfully quiet. Steve wondered if the stress was starting to get to him, too. While he hadn’t had the opportunity to work with Javier for very long, he’dalready begun picking up on the man’s little habits and mannerisms.

Javier liked to smoke and drink but definitely did it more when he was stressed. He loved women, but not in a sexist way. Any time he’d been open misogynistic was purely performative for an assignment. He still couldn’t get how upset Javier had been the night that their informant had nearly been beaten to death. He’d never seen someone so upset over a relative stranger. It had almost been like the dark-haired agent was punishing and torturing himself.

But surely it wasn’t that deep, right? Assholes didn’t care about anyone except themselves and Javier was a textbook asshole.

“I wish they’d hurry their asses up. I need to get out of here,” Javier said in a clipped voice. Any softening feelings toward his partner suddenly dissipated.

“Geeze, Peña, if you say that one more time I’ll make you regret it!” Steve snapped back. “We all have other places we need to be. I’m sure whatever hooker you’re late meeting can wait.” He was starting to lose his nerve at the prospect of being on lockdown in the office for an undefined amount of time, especially with a team of shooters still at large. It was getting harder to hold the outburst back.

Steve heard something like a soft groan leave his partner’s lips, and he was about to snap at him again for complaining when he stopped and really took in the sight of his partner.

Javier was sitting stiff and upright in his chair. His breaths seemed measured and calculated, and his skin was pale, at least paler than normal for his usually tanned complexion. A sudden realization dawned on him.

“Javier….did you get hit?”

“Steve…” Javier breathed out. It was more of a warning than a cry for help. Steve was just alarmed that Javier had called him by his first name. Up until now, it was always the formal and detached “Murphy.”

Steve was out of his chair in a flash and kneeling in front of his partner, trying to see where the injury was.

“S-Steve, d-don’t,” Javier hissed in a low voice as he pushed his partner’s hands away. “Don’t want to m-make a scene or sc-care anyone.”

Steve could see the tense lines of pain pulling across his partner’s face and could smell the blood. “You need help if you’re hurt, Jav. How long have you been bleeding?”

“Since Kim-Kimberly was shot.” He paused and clenched his jaw for a moment. “Can’t do anything about it right now. Sh-shooter’s loose.” Javier’s hands tightened around the armrests of his chair as he panted for a few breaths.

Steve took this opportunity to push back his partner’s dark leather jacket to find the undeniable bullet wound in his chest, the blood saturating the black button-up he was wearing.

“Shit, Javi,” Steve breathed out in a low voice. “How did this happen?”

“Shot went clean through Kimberly’s arm. Must have hit me in the chest when I tried to pull her down.”

“You need medical attention,” Steve prompted, feeling the familiar tingle of stress running through his nerves.

Javier shook his head. “Ca-Can’t leave until backup arrives. I’m fine. I can breathe. Just-Just need to stop the bleeding.” He swallowed the nausea building in the back of his throat and gestured to the first aid kit. “I think there’s a field dressing in there. G-Grab it.”

“Ok. Hang tight, Jav,” Steve reassured and turned to leave. A shaking grip on his sleeve pulled him back and he turned to look at its owner.

“Don’t let anyone know what’s going on, please. There’s nothin’ anyone can do-do. I don’t want to frighten anyone else. Pr-Promise me.”

“I promise,” Steve replied earnestly as he patted the hand grabbing his shirt before disengaging Javier’s grip and moving to the side of the room where Carillo had abandoned the first aid kit.

Javier took his partner’s absence as an opportunity to hunch over himself and press an arm against his chest in a misguided effort to quell the throbbing fire running deep in his torso. Every breath felt like knives were driving into his heart and lungs and twisting themselves even deeper. Something was wrong, maybe? He couldn’t know for sure because everything hurt so badly he could hardly form a thought.

Steve tore through the kit quietly, hoping not to draw attention to himself. Carillo had given up the ghost and retreated into his office. Everyone else had gathered into small groups, murmuring and speculating quietly.

The small, olive-green military-issue pouch yielded gauze, antiseptic wipes, painkillers, and bandages—none of it nearly enough. He found the field dressing at the very bottom and snatched it up. This was going to be like putting a flimsy piece of plastic wrap over the wound but it was better than letting Javier bleed freely.

When he returned, his partner was still seated, his body curled slightly forward and his face pale and glistening with sweat. His breaths were faster now—shallow and ragged. His right side was barely moving when he inhaled, which was alarming but Steve also knew he was probably in a lot of pain. It would appear that Peña’s strength was fading and it was getting harder to pretend he was ok.

“Okay, Peña,” Steve murmured, kneeling again. “I’m gonna open your shirt, alright? Don’t punch me.”

Javier managed a breath that might have been a laugh, or maybe a curse—it was hard to tell. He nodded stiffly, his jaw clenched so tight the tendons in his neck stood out.

Steve gently peeled the soaked fabric away. The entry wound was ugly, ringed with bruised tissue. It wasn’t massive, but jagged. He worked fast, pressing the field dressing over the chest wound, sealing it with tape he found in the kit—making sure to leave one side open so air could escape without building pressure inside the injured man’s chest.

“Steve,” Javier said, and even in a whisper, his voice carried that same warning tone.

“I know, I know. No drama. Just... shut up and let me finish,” Steve muttered as he secured the bandage, buttoned Javier’sshirt back up, and pulled the leather jacket back into place. He had half a mind to at least alert Carillo, but he’d promised. Damn him.

Once the dressing was in place, Javier slumped back in the chair, shaking. Steve caught him by the shoulder and steadied him. The man’s skin felt cold and clammy.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, and I’m worried about other complications. We need to—”

“Just shut up, Murphy,” Javier rasped. “They’ll call a medevac and… we both know Escobar’s people monitor radio chatter. They'll know where we are and then we’ll really have a problem on our hands. Besides, no one can do anything until they lift the lockdown and neutralize the threat anyway.”

Steve’s stomach twisted. Javier was right. If they weren’t careful, more people could die. That didn’t make it any easier to watch his partner’s head dip forward with exhaustion.

“I don’t like this,” Steve muttered, sitting beside him. “What if it’s worse than you thought or you have problems breathing…”

“Then I die quietly,” Javier said, eyes half-lidded. “You’ll get peace and quiet finally.”

“Don’t say that.” Steve’s voice was tight. “I may not like you, Peña, but I’m not gonna let you bleed out next to my desk. It would be a bitch to clean up.”

Javier let out a pained chuckle that turned quickly into a wet cough. Steve winced at the sound and instinctively pressed a hand to his partner’s shoulder.

“Just... hang in there. Please,” Steve whispered.

The room had quieted. Even the gunfire had subsided into uneasy silence. Time ticked by. Carillo barked orders across the office every so often, trying to keep people busy, and focused. Kimberly, her arm wrapped and bandaged, sat slumped on a couch in the breakroom. Most of the others avoided Steve and Javier’s corner, likely sensing something was wrong, but not quite sure what.

Eventually, Carillo approached. “Murphy.”

Steve stood quickly, instinctively shielding the chair behind him. “Yeah?”

“The strike team is on their way. They’ll be here in an hour. Maybe less.”

Steve let out a breath. “Thank God.”

Carillo tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Everything alright over here?”

Steve hesitated. “Yeah,” he said finally as he gestured to his grayish partner. “He’s tired. We’re all tired.”

Carillo gave him a long, searching look, then nodded. “Alright. Be ready to move when the lights go green.”

As he walked away, Steve crouched again, nudging Javier’s knee. “Hey. You hear that? An hour.”

Javier’s eyelids fluttered open. “Told you… I’m fine.”

Steve snorted softly. “You’re the biggest liar I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah,” Javier rasped, managing a faint smirk. “But I’m still a better liar than you.”

Steve shook his head, almost smiling. “You’re a pain in my ass, Peña. But you hang in there. One more hour.” He repeated himself more for his own peace of mind than his partner’s that time.

Javier nodded, and for the first time since the shooting started, Steve let himself believe they might actually make it out.

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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Updates Coming ♥️

So... I have been working on some updates and I finally have chapters coming for 'Look for the Light' and 'Oops Baby'

I know... it's been a while but I hit a wall with both these fics. But I had some recent inspiration and I am hoping to get both these updates before I go away next week so... Watch this space 🫶🏻

#francisco morales x you #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier x you #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #masterlist #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #Joel Miller

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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🫶🏼

I miss writing so so much. I want to write terribly but I feel so dried up and out of ideas or inspiration.

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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Fanks 🫶🏼♥️

Sanctuary update — new works and authors added ⋆｡°✩

random fics of the day ⋆｡˚

beware of 18+

by @gothcsz — First Sight —Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

by @goodwithcheese — Staystitch —Dieter Bravo; Llano Estacado —Pero Tovar

by @garden0fyves — joel miller hcs ♡ —Joel Miller

by @frannyzooey — getting a little too handsy on the dance floor , Mirror Sex —Joel Miller; revenge sex —Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

by @flawssy-227 — Corn —Joel Miller

by @eupheme — in the soft light of morning —Joel Miller

by @eatommo — All is Fair —Din Djarin

by @djarins-cyare — Oh, Your Love Is Sunlight —Din Djarin

by @daryltwdixon — patching reader up after a patrol gone wrong , I Like This One , Slim Pickins , Sundress —Joel Miller

by @darknight3904 — Sure as Hell Ain't Worth it —Joel Miller

by @damneddamsy — falling —Joel Miller

by @cxrsed-angel — Once Bitten and Twice Shy —Joel Miller

by @cuppajoel — first fruit since winter —Marcus Acacius

by @chaotic-mystery — Little Lamb —Joel Miller

by @bumblebeezer — “Prove It.” —Din Djarin

by @brandyllyn — Lucky Stars —Ezra

by @berryispunk — Blurred Lines —Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

by @baronessvonglitter — the best part of waking up... —any Pedro character

by @baronessvonglitter — Strawberry Swirl —Joel Miller

by @auteurdelabre — The Roommate Agreement —Max Phillips

by @aurorawritestoescape — BE MY GUEST , PERFECT —Joel Miller

by @andy-15-07 — Tickle Fight —Javier Peña

by @almostfoxglove — COVER ME UP —Joel Miller

by @almostempty — clint eats it from the back —Clint; run —Marcus Acacius

by @albertasunrise — Work Wife —Joel Miller

by @absurdthirst — Through the Highs & Lows —Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

by @604to647 — Nobody’s Gonna Know —Marcus Moreno

*smooches*

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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I live for your fanfics boo 🫶🏼♥️

Stumbled across this picture and it so viciously reminded me of Jack and Javier in Born Together and Dying Apart I almost cried.

Anyways, I miss writing fanfiction so much and I miss readers reading my work and I generally just miss feeling like a human being.

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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Thank you!! 🥲😍♥️

March Fic Madness 2025 Rec List Part 2

PART 1 HERE

34. Idealists by @for-a-longlongtime (Frankie Morales x reader x Santiago Garcia) 35. Sam & Diane, Eat Your Heart Out by @chronically-ghosted (Marcus Pike x f!reader) 36. Lucky Stars by @brandyllyn (Ezra x gn!reader) 37. The Things She Sees by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Din Djarin x blind!OFC) 38. Departure by @lady-bess (Jack Daniels x f!reader) 39. Two Pack Habit & A Motel Tan by @trulybetty (Lucien De Leon x f!reader) 40. When Was The Last Time You Lived? by @avastrasposts (Marcus Pike x f!reader) 41. Gravity's Pull by @tinytinymenace (Dieter Bravo x OFC Marie) 42. There's Nothing Blue About You by @jolapeno (Javi Peña x f!reader) 43. When It Rains by @couldsewyouastitch (Javi Peña x f!reader) 44. Take A Chance On Me by @writeforfandoms (Ezra x gn!reader) 45. Sing For You Forever by @yopossum (Jack Daniels ft. f!reader) 46. Woodsmoke by @ohforficsake (Frankie Morales x gn!reader) 47. Crash And Burn by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin x gn!reader) 48. Honey Spilt Over by @rulexofxnines (Ezra x f!reader) 49. Never Let Me Down by @novemberrain-writes (Joel & Ellie ) 50. Litha by @grogusmum (Javi Gutiérrez x gn!reader) 51. From Grief To Grace by @penvisions (Javi Gutiérrez x gn!reader) 52. I'm Still Here by @artemiseamoon (Oberyn Martell x gn!reader) 53. Coffee And Crisis by @albertasunrise (Marcus Pike x OFC Ada) 54. Perfect Strangers by @sp00kymulderr (Javi Peña x f!reader)

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So glad you liked it hun ♥️

This fic is a favourite of mine 🥹

Coffee and Crisis - Chapter 2

Summary: Marcus has been pretty unlucky in love. With a failed Marriage and engagement under his belt, will his luck finally change when he meets a pretty, young English girl in his favourite cafe?

Warning/Content: Angst, Blood and Injury, Smut 18+

Paring: Marcus Pike/ Original Female Character

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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Thank you hun!

Bless you! Get well soon 🫶🏼

Sounds like you’re in the wars 😭

Masterlist

Here is my masterlist but you can also find more of my work on AO3 ❤️

Fic updates: @albertasunrise-ficsblog

Fic Requests - Masterlist

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Masterlist - 2

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Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales - Masterlist

Marcus Pike - Masterlist

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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Ehhhhhhh!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Glad you liked it 🫶🏼

Hey!! I don’t know if you take requests but I had this idea that I thought I would share with you as I noticed you live in the UK. It would be about an English girl who moves to the US and meets the Triple Frontier guys (obviously falls for Frankie) and the guys always take the mick out of her accent and the way she says things (just little things like car park instead of parking lot, bin instead of trash can etc.) but her response is always “where am I from? England? Yeah so I’m right” 😂 and then maybe we get some baby stuff (which you write beautifully) and the girl can’t believe you have to pay to have a baby in America. With a sprinkling of angst thrown in for good measure somewhere!

British Beauty

Masterlist - Request Masterlist

Summary: After moving from England to the US after a bad breakup, you find more than you bargained for.

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose not to post any warnings. Will give the story away.

Notes: LOVED THIS IDEA... Also... I'm half Canadian so my friends are constantly correcting how I speak so I can totally relate 😂 hope you enjoy!

You met Ben first. It had been your fourth month living in Texas and you'd decided to take your chances in a bar down the street from your apartment. Your friends had been telling you since you'd arrived that you had to try a sports bar so after a little wandering you'd found one a block over.

It was busy but not loud. Two large screens hung above the bar, one playing a hockey game and the other a sport you were familiar with growing up. You had sat at the bar, ordered a cider and watched the race, practically screaming at the TV as if Hamilton would be able to hear you from where he sat in his driving seat.

"That British driver's pretty good huh?" Ben had asked, stepping up beside you with an empty jug in hand.

"Six times world champion." You'd replied, turning to see one of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen smiling back at you.

"A fan of the sport then?" He asked and you nodded enthusiastically before looking back at the screen.

"By the time I was 2 I could name all the drivers and what they drove." You'd stated proud, smiling sweetly at him as your eyes wandered back to him "It's a big deal back home."

"British hmm?" Ben had asked and you nodded "Whereabouts?"

"West Country." You answered with a smile and he look perplexed "I'm from a city called Bath."

"Like bathtub?" He's questioned and you'd chuckled and nodded.

"Sorta, yeah." You'd replied, "We do have some famous roman baths in the city centre."

"Wow, that's pretty cool." He had said as he nodded at the bartender to refill his jug "You here alone?"

"Yeah." You'd replied with a shrug "Moved here a few months ago and haven't really had a chance to make any friends outside the office."

"Join us." He said sincerely and you had given him a questioning look before seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression.

So you'd accepted his offer and joined his friends. Santi, the short but sweet. Will, Ben's sweetheart brother and Frankie. You saved the best for last.

Francisco Morales was something else entirely.

He was a little rough around the edges in appearance and yet, he had a softness to him that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. His hair was longer than the others, curling at the ends and a warm chocolate colour. His eyes were dark and sparkled in the dim light of the bar and you had felt yourself mesmerised by them like you could look into them for the rest of your days.

You'd been pretty gutted when you had learned he had a girlfriend and then you'd found yourself cursing yourself for hoping otherwise. He was perfect in every single way but you'd figured this was probably the one and only time you'd hand out with them all so you had suffered in silence for the rest of the evening.

How wring you'd been.

One year later...

Will was holding his annual barbecue and the boys had invited you. As they did to all their major events now. You were excited at the prospect of chilling with your friends after the hellish week at work you'd just had. You weren't, however, looking forward to spending another evening pining over a man you could never have. It was just the four of you, Santi having returned to Australia a few weeks after you met him but you liked it that way. Being closer to the Millers.

"Right we have burgers." Announced Will as he clapped his hands to grab everyone's attention "We have sausages, ribs, wings and because Queeny here requested them, we also have baked potatoes."

"They're called Jacket Potatoes." You corrected and the boys scoffed.

"You and your weird sayings." Ben teased "It's a car park..." Ben started in a mock English accent "Not parking lot."

"Oh..." Started Frank, putting on his own English accent "You couldn't possibly take out the rubbish bags for me would you?"

Ben and Will barked and you scoffed.

'What language do you all speak?" You asked and they all stopped laughing.

"English," Ben answered and you snorted.

"And where am I from Benjamin?" You pushed and his eyes narrowed.

"England..." He trailed off and you nodded at him with a cocky grin plastered across your face.

"Oh yes... that's right... the inventor of the language you speak." You stated "Which meaaaaaans... I'm right and you're all wrong." You finished, blowing them all a kiss before skipping off to the kitchen to fix yourself a drink.

"Damn she's hot." Groaned Ben, watching you waltz away and the others chuckled at his reaction.

"She's also soooo not into you." Will teased and Ben groaned.

'No... She's into Catfish." He grumbled under his breath, not realising he'd been heard.

"She what?" The older man exclaims, stopping Ben dead in his tracks "She likes me?"

"You seriously telling me you never noticed how she looks at you?" Asked Will and Frankie just gave the brothers a bemused look "Shit." Will breathed as he shared a look with his brother "God she looks at you like you hung the stars man. The night we met her and you told her about Lucy, her face literally fell."

"I didn't know," Frank said softly and Will sighed.

"Well, you do now." Will stated and Frank nodded "Just don't give her hope where there is none man."

You remerged a few minutes later with a tray of drinks and the boys all smiled sweetly at you. That was just you in a nutshell. You thought of them always and as you handed them the drinks you fetched them, Frankie couldn't help but pine after you.

"So where's Lu?" You asked as you placed the tray down on the table beside you "Surprised she's not here, she's usually throwing herself at the opportunity to chow down on Will's famous wings."

"We uh... Well, we broke up." Confessed Frankie and everyone looked at him in shock.

"What happened, brother?" Asked Ben and Frankie sighed

"We uh... Well after we lost the baby, things kinda started to fizzle I guess." Frankie started and your brows knitted together as he continued "She was being distant. Going out with friends more and getting back super late. Thought nothing of it at first but then I managed to cut my shift short on our anniversary and thought I'd surprise her." He paused, scraping a hand over his mouth before taking a large swig of his beer "Walked in on her shagging her boss."

"Fuck." Will clamoured and Ben gasped in shock "I'm so sorry brother."

"Yeah well..." Frankie started, letting out a breathy sigh "I guess we were pretty doomed for a while. Losing a kid does that to people sometimes I guess..."

"Losing your baby does not justify her cheating on your Frankie." You piped up and his eyes locked with yours "Yes she lost her baby but so did you... and yet you stuck by her. Shows what kind of person you are." You said sweetly as you gave him a small sympathetic smile "You deserve better than that."

His heart started to race as you pulled him into a friendly hug. He'd been taken from you from the moment he'd met you but he had been with Lucy and so those feelings had been pushed aside. Now though, things were different. He had a chance to see if there was something there.

He owed it to himself to try.

So after the barbecue, he worked out a plan. He'd been single a month and so he knew he needed to give it a little time before he jumped back into the dating poo but he knew when he did. He wanted to swim with you.

So as days merged to weeks and then to months he started to arrange more nights with you. Drinks with the boys became drinks with just the two of you and he found that the more time he spend with you, the more he wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you breathless.

"So how are things with you?" You asked softly as you took a small sip of your drink "Been on any dates lately or..."

"Dates?" He questioned, brows drawing together "Why would I..." He trialled off, his stomach twisting a little as you chuckled.

"Well, you've been single a few months now." You stated with a shrug "I figured you'd want to get back out there."

"Oh... right." He replied and you noted his sudden change in tone

"You been dating?" He asked and you shrugged slightly "Been on a few." You replied and his heart dropped through the floor "Seeing someone at the moment but I dunno."

"Right."

"You okay?" You asked and he nodded unconvincingly.

"Yeah." He replied as he downed the last of his drink "You want another drink?" He asked, ignoring the concern plastered across your face "I need another drink." He continued to ramble "Same?"

You didn't get a chance to answer before he was up and making his way to the bar. He ordered your usual along with a beer for him and a tumbler of whisky that he downed before making his way back to the table. He could see that you were texting and he felt his jealousy bubble under the surface but he pushed it to one side as he sat back down across from you.

"Here's your weird, English, drink." He grumbled and you smirked at him.

"You can get cider wherever Frank." You snorted.

"Sure." He replied and you felt yourself growing a little irritated at his sudden change in attitude.

"What the fuck is up with you?" You snapped.

"What?" He growled and you rolled your eyes.

"I asked you if you'd dated anyone and you went a little quiet and then I tell you I'm seeing someone and you..." You trailed off as you piece it all together and your eyes drifted up to his.

"Frank-"

"Save it." He pleaded, holding his hand up to stop you "Save me the embarrassment, please... Clearly, the boys were wrong."

"Wrong about what?" You asked and he sighed.

"They told me you like me but clearly they were wrong so-"

"I do." You interrupted and his mouth dropped open "I really like you but you were with Lucy and then..."

"It's fine." He sighed "I'm too late... I get it Queeny. It's getting late, should probably head."

"Frankie-"

"It's fine... really." He said sweetly and you sighed "Want me to walk you home?"

You nodded. Glad in the knowledge that he wasn't just going to abandon you in this bar so that he could lick his wounds. He waited for you to finish your drink and then walked in silence beside you to your apartment. When you reached your door, you turned to face him and your heart sank at the sight of him down and dejected.

"Look... Can we just forget about everything that happened tonight?" He begged, "Rather the boys not know I was painfully shot down."

A tense silence fell over you both as your eyes remained locked.

"No." You said, shaking your head slightly "No, I can't."

"Please I-"

He was interrupted by soft lips slanting over his and Frank moaned into the kiss as his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer. It seemed to be over much faster than he would have liked but as you both pulled back to look at each other, he found himself lost in your eyes.

"I don't want to forget."

One year later...

It had been one whole year since that night and you hadn't parted since. You had broken it off with the guy you'd been seeing the following day and that evening you were riding Frankie on his couch whilst the boys sent text after text, wanting to know exactly what had happened between you both.

Your romance had been a whirlwind that had moved so fast for all the right reasons. Within a month you were living together and after four you had drunkenly asked him to marry you.

You were officially engaged a week later.

He had been everything you'd ever wanted and you were the same for him. The love you shared was all-consuming and despite his constant correcting of everything you said, you knew he was the man you wanted to grow old with.

"Baby, have you seen my handbag?" You shouted to Frank as you desperately tried to find the last few things you needed before you left.

"What the hell is a handbag?" He yelled as he sprinted up the stairs and you rolled your eyes at him as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"You know, the bag you shove your shit into when we go anywhere."

"You mean your purse?" He continued and you groaned.

"This is a purse." You snapped as you waved it in his face.

"Babe, that's a wallet."

"Men have wallets." You corrected "Women have purses that they carry around in their handbags."

"Whatever." Frankie chuckled as he placed a peck on your cheek "It's on the couch."

"You mean the sofa?"

"Baby, we're going to be late." He warned and you sighed.

"Fine. Let me just grab something from the bathroom and I'll meet you by the door." Frankie kissed you sweetly before making his way back downstairs again and you watched him leave before making your way to the en-suite. You grabbed what you were looking for and skipped out of the room and down the stairs, shoving it in your bag along with your purse and keys.

"Ready?" He asked and you nodded.

"Let's go."

It took but ten minutes to get to Will's from the home that you shared with your love. The Millers had planned a celebration for your anniversary despite the two of you protesting. You had wanted to spend it in, eating pizza and watching shitty TV but when a certain piece of news reared its head you decided that perhaps a celebration with your favourite brothers and Frankie wouldn't be so bad.

Stepping through the gate that led to Will's back garden, you were greeted by balloons and a banner having from two trees. It was all too much and it all screamed Benjamin Miller.

"Cat, Queeny, you made it!!" He practically shouted as he held his arms open for you both to hug him.

"Wouldn't miss our own party Miller." You said playfully as you poked him in the ribs.

"Whatever Will's cooking smells amazing." Frankie piped up as he pulled you into his side.

"You know my brother. Any excuse to show off his skills." Ben chuckled and you both grinned at him before following the younger Miller to the couch.

He handed you a glass of wine and Frankie a beer before the two of you sat down on the plush cushions and you cuddled into Frank's side.

"So how is the wedding planning going?" Ben asked, his eyes snapping up to see Will walking out with a tray of food.

"Yeah, it's going okay." You said, glancing at Frankie "Pretty much decided on a venue and such, just the date we need to decide."

"Well, you're going to need a few months to plan, surely?" Will asked as he placed a plate of food in front of you.

"Yeah." You replied, nodding your thanks to him before sitting forward to eat.

"Cheers." Declared Will as he sat down beside Ben "Happy Anniversary to the two most deserving people I know."

"Soppy prick." Ben teased and Will slapped his arm gently "Happy Anniversary guys."

You all ate in relative silence then, the food rendering you all speechless but when it was all finished and cleared away, you settled back into your seat and basked in the warm evening sun.

"You haven't touched your wine." Frankie pointed out as he sipped on his second beer of the evening.

"Haven't I?" You said innocently and his eyes narrowed before shrugging and taking another swig of his drink.

When Will and Ben returned from the kitchen, the four of you settled around the table you pulled the box you'd shoved into your bag out and held it in your hands.

"Want your present?" You asked, pulling Frankie's gaze.

"I didn't think we were doing presents?" He asked as he looked at you a little panicked.

"It's just a little something." You said as you handed him the box, chewing your lip as he lifted the and pulled back the paper.

His eyes widened as he looked at what had been hidden beneath that teal tissue paper before looking up at you with a mixture of shock and joy.

"Really?" He asked and you nodded, smiling sweetly at him before he put down the box and pulled you into a bruising kiss.

"Really what?" Ben asked before leaning over the table and grabbing the box, staring long at hard at the contents "You're pregnant?" He exclaimed and you both chuckled.

"Yeah." You breathed "We're pregnant."

"Well, that explains why you haven't touched your wine." Will teased and you grinned at him.

7 months later...

You'd had a small ceremony a few months after that evening at Will's. Santi and his girlfriend had flown over from Australia for the occasion, and your family from England.

Your dress had looked perfect with the small bump you had developed almost overnight and your parents had gushed over you and Frankie all day, overjoyed you'd found someone after all the heartbreak you'd suffered.

Now you found yourself holding the new life you'd created in your arms, smiling down at him as he slept soundly in your arms.

"Damn he's perfect." You said softly, taking your eyes off of your son so you could look at your Husband.

"So's she." He said as he smiled down at his daughter who was also sleeping soundly "So perfect." He finished before placing a soft kiss on her brow.

When you'd learned you were having twins, you had freaked but Frankie had been over the moon with the news. He's lost one, now he was being blessed with two at once.

Frankie's head snapped up as a nurse poked her head in the door, motioning for him to follow her and he placed one final kiss on his daughters head before placing her in the clear cot beside your bed.

"Just going to sort the insurance." He said sweetly as he kissed you softly.

"I still can't believe it costs money here to have a baby." You scoffed and he gave you a bemused look "In England, all you pay for is parking... Which is extortionate I will add."

"Well, luckily we have insurance hmm?"

"Still crazy." You snorted and he grinned at you.

"Sure it is baby." He said before kissing you one more time.

You watched him leave before returning your gaze to the little boy in your arms.

"It's fine though." You said after a short pause "You two are worth all the money in the world."

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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The birds and the bees conversationally knowing Sarah 🤣

Hope - Hopelessly in Love

Masterlist

Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (Sorry this has taken a while. Trying to do as much writing as I can, when I can, but ya know how it is 🤷🏼‍♀️😅… hope this was worth the wait 😘 I haven't managed to proofread this so any mistakes are my own... Enjoy 🫶🏼)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Six months had passed since the night that you and Joel confessed your feelings for each other. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret from the kids for the time being. Not wanting to confuse things if it wasn't going to work out.

But it was becoming clear to both of you that this relationship wasn't going to break any time soon. You fit together as a couple so seamlessly that the two of you had confessed that you wish you'd just confessed your feelings sooner.

But… You could never regret marrying Alec.

You had loved him so fiercely and you shared two children with him. Noah had always felt like yours despite not being related to him in blood and two years after the accident, and Alec's health started to decline, he has asked if you would consider adopting Noah.

You had accepted without question.

A year later, Noah was legally your son.

His mother had given up her parental rights without argument, which had both saddened and relieved you. You could never understand how someone could just walk out on their child the way she had but you also felt like her loss was your gain. You loved Noah with every fibre of your being.

You had started to discuss with Joel when you should tell the kids about your relationship. You were sure they had their suspicions. You spent most evenings at each other's houses, with the kids of course, but it was pretty obvious that getting them together was just an excuse for you two to spend time together.

So it was no surprise when Ali sprang the question of your relationship on you both that Sunday at your bi-weekly BBQ.

"Are you two together?" She asked out of the blue, poking her head up over her book and spying the two of you talking quietly to one another with sweet smiles plastered over your faces.

"What makes you think that?" Joel asked and the girl shrugged.

"Just being all gross together."

"Oh, thanks." You huffed and Joel sniggered at your reply.

"Well?" She asked again "Are you?"

"Would you care if we were?" You asked and Ali shook her head.

"Nah… Makes sense." She replied casually "But I dunno about Noah and Sarah… They might find it weird… with them being together and all."

This is the reason the two of you hadn't said anything.

Despite Noah having told you that he wouldn't care… you were still nervous. Neither of you minded if the young couple stayed together. They weren't related after all but you knew people might talk, and that's why, 6 months on, you hadn't gone public.

"I won't tell them if you are." Ali continued "It's up to you guys to do that but don't leave it too long."

For a 9-year-old, she was wise beyond her years. You felt like it was partly to do with the fact she had been forced to help you take care of her father towards the end. You'd had to take on more hours in order to ensure you could cover the bills after he'd been medically retired and that had meant Ali and Noah had taken on a little of his care. Something you'd never asked of them but they had done without complaint.

"Yes, we are together." You stated simply, you and Joel sharing a sweet smile before you finished with "We will tell Sarah and Noah so yes, we would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself for now."

"We'll tell them soon." Joel finished and Ali shrugged again before returning to her book.

You were finishing up the dishes when Joel came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist as he placed sensual kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.

"Joel, the kids…"

"Are all passed out on mattresses downstairs in the basement." He stated, spinning you in his arms so that he could kiss you.

You hummed against his lips, savouring the feel of them against your own and he growled slightly as his hands grabbed your ass and lifted you onto the counter.

"But what if they-"

"Pretty sure they're in a meat coma." He chuckled as he nibbled your chin "Sarah begged me for a sleep which I said was fine as long as Ali slept down there with them and they slept separately."

"What did she say to that?"

"Her exact words were… 'Why would I wanna share a sleeping bag with a boy… ewwww' so I don't think we have anything to worry about."

"Does that mean that I get to sleep over too?" You ask seductively and he grins as he kisses you hard which is all the answer you need.

After peeking down the stairs again and assuring yourselves the kids were okay, you threw caution to the wind and snuck upstairs together. In almost no time at all, you were stripped down to just your underwear and trying not to moan too loudly as Joel lavished your breasts with attention.

You wish you had the time to enjoy his ministrations but you were conscious that the kids could wake up at any moment so after pushing Joel down onto the bed, you rid yourself of your underwear and he did the same. You took a moment to admire him, laying there looking delicious with his length painfully hard and practically screaming for you. You climbed onto his bed and straddled his hips, throwing your head back in a silent scream as you sank down onto his thick length. No matter how many times the two of you did this, you never seemed to get over how perfectly he filled you.

Then, after taking a moment to adjust, you were moving together in perfect harmony. Swallowing each other's pleasured moans with languid kisses as he stroked that spot inside of you that made your toes curl. His hands urged you to move faster when your moans became louder as you neared your peak.

"Cum for me baby." He mumbled against your lips and your movements became more frantic as you started to cum, squeezing him hard as you crested.

Pulling him along with you.

You lay there limply for a moment as you soaked in the moment… loving how this was your life now. You'd never thought you'd get this. You had always felt like he was the forbidden fruit… being that he was your dead best friend's husband.

"I love you." He uttered against the apple of your cheek and you turned your head to look him in the eye, yours filling with happy tears as you replied "I love you too."

"Reckon I can get away with sleeping in here without the kids noticing?" You asked after sharing a few sweet kisses.

"I think it's worth the risk." Joel replied as he flipped you so you were spread out beneath him "I'm not done with you yet."

…

You and Joel allowed yourself a few weeks longer to plan how you planned to tell Noah and Sarah. You had told Joel about what Noah had said… How they'd work it out. But Joel wasn't so confident Sarah would feel the same. He had only ever had one girlfriend that he had introduced to her and that was Sandy, she hadn't been a fan.

So to say, Joel was nervous that he would be telling her that her boyfriend's mum was his new girlfriend, was an understatement.

"I think she'll surprise you." You said before taking another bite of your sandwich "She's a sensible girl."

"She is and I am sure you're right she hated Sandy so you can understand my concerns." Joel replied as he wiped his hands on his napkin and grabbed his coffee "How you feel if you were in her shoes and you found out that your dad was knocking boots with your boyfriend's mum?"

"You have a point." You conceeded "But she has also said to me once or twice that she wished you could find someone to look after you." You revealed, "She worries that you're lonely."

"Is that what you're going to do for me?" He asked, one of his eyebrows quirking as he gave you a suggestive smirk "You going to take care of me, baby?"

"You know it." You replied, giving him a bright smile before finishing off your sandwich.

After finishing lunch together, you decided to take a walk. Sarah and Noah were at football practice but one of the kids' parents was having a BBQ afterwards and Ali was at a sleepover. So you were both kid-free for a while and decided to bask in the ability to just be together for a few hours.

The heat was beating down on you both and you were glad you had chosen to wear a sundress. The idea of any clothes clinging to you made your skin crawl.

"Anywhere you'd like to go?" Joel asked as he spun you into his arms so he could kiss you sweetly and you swooned as you grinned against his lips.

There's this little pub I know that has live music playing all day on a Saturday in their pub garden." You suggested, "Perhaps we could go for a drink and listen to some music?"

"That sounds perfect." Joel replied, kissing you one more time "Lead the way."

You had been to an English pub once as a child, that you could remember. Your mum's parents had lived there and you had gone to stay with them for the summer. They had taken you out for drives in their classic Bentley and one day, had taken you to this quaint little pub near where they lived. This place reminded you of there and it made you smile as you thought about how special that day had been.

"You okay?" Joel asked when he noticed how quiet you had gotten and you simply smiled and nodded.

Leading him to the bar, you ordered a glass of white wine and Joel ordered a beer. Then, following the music outside, you were welcomed by a lovely little garden set up with a mixture of benches and garden furniture set around the space. Taking a seat in one of the comfy garden chairs, you placed your wine down and snuggled back into the large cushion at your back.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. You sipping at your wine and trying not to grimace at the flavour… Something you failed miserably at.

"Something wrong with your wine?"

"Just not nice." You replied with a shrug "It's fine… I'll still drink it."

"Hmmm… that's weird." Joel hummed and your brows pulled together as you asked "What is?"

"I saw the bottle and it's one of your favourites. The De Abelo one that you keep telling me you served at your wedding."

"Really?"

Joel nodded and you frowned "That is weird… maybe its just a bad batch." You replied with a shrug and Joel nodded in agreement.

A slow song came on a few moments later and your eyes noted how a few couples had gotten up and were now slow dancing. It made your heart sore to see such beautiful outward shows of love and when Joel's hand appeared in your line of vision, you looked at him and swore you fell in love with him more.

"May I have this dance?"

You took his hand without question, the two of you embracing each other as you swayed to the music. The moment was so perfect. You wanted to freeze time so it would never end. But alas, the song started to wind down and people's dancing started to slow. Joel nudged your face with his and you felt dizzy as he kissed you so sweetly. But when he pulled his head back to look at you, you realised it wasn't the kiss that had given you the feeling of dizziness.

Your hearing suddenly became muffled and you didn't hear what Joel said to you as your vision darkened around the edges. You only saw his brows pull together as you felt you legs give you and everything went black.

…

Joel stood by your bed, chewing his thumbnail nervously and you reached out to grab the hand closest to you in the hopes it would calm him.

"I'm fine Joel." You assured him "It was probably just from the heat."

"Baby you fucking collapsed." He stated, giving you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen "Your eyes rolled back into your skull and I thought…"

"Oh, baby." You said softly "I'm sorry I scared you. I've been having some dizzy spells lately but I suffer low with Low Iron. So it's probably a combination of that and the heat… I'll be fine I promise."

Joel nodded but you could tell he wasn't convinced.

He was a natural worrier and it was sweet that he was so concerned about you. You knew it was going to be nothing but Joel wouldn't believe that until the doctor told him. So you both waited for someone to pull back that curtain.

Minutes blended into hours. Nurses came by to make sure you had water and even Joel pulled himself away for a brief time to grab some decent coffee.

You would be lying if your anxiety didn't start to spike, the longer it took for someone to come and see you but finally, after laying in that uncomfortable bed four four hours, you got your answer.

Your name fell from the doctor's lips as he skimmed through the notes on the clipboard in his hands "Sorry for the wait." He said as he looked at you both apologetically "Short-staffed in the lab… Anyway, your results came back fine. Nothing to be concerned about but there was one thing that did crop up."

Your stomach dropped.

"What is it?" Joel asked, his hand tightening around yours "She okay?"

"She's fine… Healthy." The doctor assured you both before he said your name and dropped an utter bombshell on you "I am assuming you weren't aware you're pregnant?"

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albertasunrise · 5 months ago

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YUP!!

Mummy and daddy weren’t very careful 🥲