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part 22/? masterlist

chapter summary: Joel takes you home. Tommy puts a little strain on your just-mended fence.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader [no use of y/n] chapter pairings: ellie & joel & reader, tommy & joel & reader, joel x reader

word count: 5.5k (110k total)

warning: brief discussions of child/spousal/parental loss, alcohol use, sexual content (dirty talk, teasing, grinding, slight somno if you squint, joel gets you to beg for it). see masterlist for overall story notes and warnings. @macaroni676 @orcasoul <3

It had been a hell of a long time since anybody had wrapped their arms around Joel's neck and breathed 'take me home' against his lips like a promise, so maybe his expectations were skewed, but the evening didn't quite pan out the way he'd been imagining it would.

Joel figured he'd be the first to hop in the shower, figured you would stand in the bathroom or maybe sit on the sink and talk to him through steam-thick air as he rinsed the day's horse-hair and adrenaline off his skin. He figured he'd keep you company through your own shower afterward―figured he'd ask about your day and tell you about Silas's endless chatter and then he'd peek behind the shower curtain to make you laugh and he'd only tease you a little, only enough that you would know what Joel had in mind for you next.

But you had wanted to shower before him, had said through whiskey giggles that you were cold and needed warmth, and Joel had immediately surrendered. He'd taken in lungfuls of mint-tinged air and the story of your day with Tommy, heart spurring a little faster at the details of not one, but two frightfully close calls. You'd wrapped a towel around your body and the two of you had switched places, but you'd wandered out into the other room to grab clean clothes, laughing over Joel's assurances they weren't necessary. Somewhere along the way, you'd gotten distracted by your bed and those pretty giggles went quiet, even after he called your name.

Joel stepped out into your bedroom to find you curled up on your side, the skin of your thighs aglow in the bathroom-light, the sweet curve of your ass peeking out from beneath the t-shirt you'd fallen asleep in.

If you'd been going drink for drink with Tommy, you might've had enough whiskey in your veins to knock out a peewee football team for all Joel knew, coach and all. So he pulled the blankets up from the foot of the bed and switched on your bedside lamp before sliding in beside you, holding your body against his and breathing in the warm-sun, vanilla scent of your skin. You clung to him, wrapping your arms around his back and nuzzling against the center of his chest, humming a low, warm sound that reverberated through him like he was the one making it.

You stroked your own arm as you slept, the same way you'd done at the firewatch, dragging a fingertip over your hand and forearm in looping whorls. You hadn't done it any of the other nights you'd spent with Joel, leading him to wonder if there was some common thread that tied the two nights together.

The humming was back, too―it wasn't quite a melody that meandered around in your chest, just soft, lilting notes that made him think of a sunny-morning meadow. Joel drifted off to the sound and to the subtle dance of your wrist moving against his back.

Hours or minutes later, he surfaced from sleep, gentle and warm, lying flat on his back as you lightly stroked your fingertips over the skin of his neck, the plane of his chest, the curve of his jaw, still humming those same soft, wandering sounds. He returned the touch as best he could with his arm pinned beneath you, only able to reach your upper arm and the bend of your shoulder. The skin beneath his fingertips was impossibly soft but far too cool to the touch. Joel tugged the blankets up over you and was swiftly lulled back under as your hands and your voice washed over him.

So when he woke again in quiet dawn-light, rested and peaceful for the first time he could remember, Joel wasn't exactly surprised to still feel those gentle touches against his chest and shoulder. But as he lay there dozing, thinking about tracing his fingers over your skin in return but too content to move, the effects of your touch steadily grew harder to ignore, leaving Joel thinking about giving you more than just sleepy, tickling grazes. He shifted lightly against the sheets, body growing restless with need.

Joel almost always seemed to want you most in the mornings. The handful of sunrises he'd held you through had been a precious torment, desire and decency making a battlefield of him as he relished in the feel of your body against his. But he'd stuck to his guns―more or less―and though he'd done a little fooling around with his line-stepping wildcat as you'd waited for your concussion to clear, you hadn't crossed over from sleeping together to sleeping together.

Finally, your headache had faded days ago and never returned, and Joan released you back to work―and 'normal activity as tolerated'―early yesterday morning. And now here you were, pressed against him from temple to toes, fingertips trailing over his skin lightly enough that Joel kept getting goosebumps.

He was absolutely aching for you and half-tempted to wake you up properly, but he hesitated, not wanting to drag you out of sleep and into a hangover. Lord knew how much 'unwinding' you and Tommy had done last night after the day y'all had had.

But your hands were sending whispers of electricity through him and his restraint was wearing thin.

You shifted in your sleep, that soft, grazing touch drifting from his shoulder to his chest and then down over his ribs, making Joel's muscles twitch against the intense feeling. Cool fingertips danced over his stomach, and while the skin was so much less sensitive, Joel couldn’t relax, anticipation wrapping around him like a fist. Your touch whispered over the hair scattered just above the waistband of his worn-soft cotton pants and he nearly came unglued, a sharp inhale catching in his chest.

The sweet hum you gave didn't sound like some sleepy almost-melody, it sounded like a pleased little moan, and Joel finally thought to wonder if you had woken up at some point. All his 'if' and uncertainty vanished, though, as those grazing fingers skimmed over the outline of his dick, making him take a shaky, slow breath. You nuzzled against him, lifting your chin to press a kiss to his neck.

"You're a surprisingly hard man to wake, handsome," you said softly, touch roving lightly over his hips and thighs.

"Been awake a while," he said, surprising himself by not sounding half as tense and wrecked as he felt.

"Just laying there, letting me touch you?" You dragged your fingers over the hard length of him again.

Joel's fingers tensed, nearly clawing against your shoulder as his thighs flexed, trying not to lift his hips up into your touch.

"Been touchin' me all night, wildcat," he said. "Not that I'm complainin'."

"What do you mean?" You sounded a little confused, hand coming to his stomach and stilling there, sending him aching from the loss of feeling. "Touching you how?"

Mischief and desire coiled in his belly.

"Like this," Joel said, putting a hand against your upper chest to coax you onto your back as he rolled onto his side against you, reversing your positions.

He offered you a demonstration, fingertips wandering lightly against the skin of your neck and the angle of your jaw. You closed your eyes and tipped your head toward him, allowing Joel better access as you made a sound of pleasure.

"See?" He left a soft kiss on your temple. "That's why I wasn't complainin'."

Joel traced over the crook of your shoulder and your clavicle and he gave a tsk at the feel of thick cotton between his skin and yours.

"This spot was my favorite," he said lowly. "Well, second favorite. But I think it prob'ly ain't the same if there's fabric in-between."

"Then show me," you said, nails grazing over his arm all the way up his shoulder, sending a prickle of electricity over his skin.

So his touch went lower, skimming the tips of his fingers over your thighs, pushing the hem of your shirt up as he went. The same touch lifted the fabric up over your hips, with Joel taking his time offering those light grazes to the creases of your thighs, sending you arching your back and parting your legs for him, even giving him a desperate little whine as that gentle, wandering pressure just barely brushed between your legs before moving on.

"Joel," you breathed, but there was no direction in it, no demand, just tasting his name on your tongue.

He wanted you to say it again, wanted to hear you plead and sigh and moan his name, over and over. Wanted it to dance on your tongue and crumble in your throat, wanted it to be the breath in your lungs, the sound on your lips.

Higher and higher, Joel stroked your skin, rucking the shirt up over your stomach with reverent, light touches that sprawled toward your chest. His fingers rose along your rib cage, swirling over your flank as you sighed and pulled your shoulders back, letting him touch more of you, always more of you.

The lower curve of your breast was high on Joel's list of his very favorite parts of you to touch. So soft and smooth and warm, and every time his skin met yours there, you―

You made a small, pleading whimper and satisfaction washed over Joel like a wave.

"I know, darlin'," he said, almost pained as his fingers slid beneath your shirt to trace up and back down over the valley between your breasts.

Joel mustered just enough cruelty to tease you, his touch retreating back along your rib cage, dancing over you until you shifted beneath him, trying to coax his fingertips up toward your chest.

"Please," you asked, all breath and so little voice. "Joel..."

There was definitely some demand in his name that time, sending a squeeze of pleasure through Joel that made his muscles tighten, his cock lightly pressing into your hip.

Your hand reached for him, but he caught it in his own.

"What is it, baby?" he bade you, bringing your hand to his lips to leave kisses over your wrist and the base of your thumb before nestling his cheek into your palm. "Tell me what you need."

Without him deciding to, Joel's fingers returned to your skin, painting temptation over your ribs where they began to give rise to your breasts.

"Touch me," you said, eyes falling closed as you arched into his touch. "Fuck, it's so good when you touch me."

"I am touchin' you, ain't I?"

"Higher."

Joel's fingers skated up your side, barely grazing the outer swell of your breast, then following the curve around to the center of your chest.

You made a pretty little heart-deep moan that Joel wanted to fold up and carry around in his shirt pocket. Seeking a repeat, he circled his touch around your other breast, nails rasping gently against you, and he was rewarded with an even sweeter sound.

Fingers just barely whispering against your skin, Joel slid his hands into the neck of the shirt, widening the opening to slip it over your head and then pulling it off along your arms.

When you lay bare before him, Joel let his eyes feast for a greedy moment, taking in the sight of every curve and line.

"More beautiful every time I see you, angel."

As his fingertips finally moved over your shoulder and up the slope of your neck, light as he could muster, you rolled your head to the side to give him more space to touch. Your pulse pounded in your throat and he traced it softly as you gave a rumbling little hum. Joel bowed into your neck to replace his touch with a kiss, the stubble around his lips brushing against your skin, coaxing another moan from his wildcat as you writhed against him.

"Better when I touch or kiss you here, sugar?" he prompted.

"Kiss," you said, a little shakily. "Definitely kiss."

Hmm.

"How 'bout here?" He dragged his fingertips over your collarbones, then left a trail of light kisses in a meandering line. "Touch or kiss?"

"Touch," you replied. "Please. Again."

Joel obeyed, skimming over your upper chest again. As you breathed into the feeling, his fingertips drifted lower, leaving a light, wandering touch over your breasts, your nipples stiffening in his wake. His kisses were open-mouthed and nuzzling, teasing his tongue and the stubble of his cheek and the soft worship of his lips against you.

"Touch or kiss?" he asked.

"Both, fuck." Your hands reached for him, one sinking into his hair, the other touching the hand that was touching you. "God, Joel, everything. More."

Lower and lower, Joel made his way over every bit of skin he could reach, your ribs, your stomach, your flanks and hips as you hummed your encouragement and impatience, telling him whether you preferred the feeling of his hands or his mouth.

Joel's fingers dipped between your legs, flitting over you and just barely making contact as you gasped. His mouth followed with the faintest pressure, his tongue trailing and tasting and promising, pulling back slightly when your hips lifted toward him, seeking a more intense feeling.

When he prompted you for your verdict that time, you went off-script.

"Quit holding out on me, cowboy," you said, breathless as your fingers flared out over his scalp, cradling his head and bringing his face up to yours. "You know what I want."

He hummed a hungry, pleased sound against your mouth, holding his body overtop of yours and grazing his lips against yours but not quite kissing you.

"And what is it that you want, wildcat?"

Your hands left his neck, sliding down over his chest, and then his sides, until your fingertips met his waistband and slipped beneath. Feeling raced through him like a lit fuse and Joel gave a soft bite to the side of your throat.

You traced the band's path around to the drawstring, tugging the bow loose and then hooking your thumbs into the fabric. You were not hesitant or shy in pushing his pants over his hips, then his ass, then his thighs, until your hands could reach no further.

Joel slipped them off the rest of the way and you helpfully toed the bundle of cotton loose from his legs.

Your soft, cool hands traced back up over him, soothing the heat of his skin as you swept them over his hips and back. You took so much heat from Joel that by the time you paced your hands back down his sides, you'd warmed to match him.

"I want you, Joel," you said at last, your touch skating low against his stomach and grazing over the length of him. "I want all of you."

You wrapped your hand around him and Joel took a full, deep breath that felt like the first he'd ever known.

"I want you inside me," you continued, staking your claim and stroking him slowly as his breath fled him in damn near a tremble. "Filling me up, over and over."

It wasn't gonna be a whole lot of 'over and over' if you kept touching him like that. Mercifully, you didn't keep it up for long.

Ever an impatient thing, you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him down to you, guiding the tip of his cock against your wet, perfect heat. And though Joel had every intention of just letting you go on as long as you wanted, that first touch set a match to every bit of planning and restraint in his body. It smoldered in him, just waiting for the flame to catch.

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You were going to burn up from the inside if Joel made you wait any longer.

You whined his name, arms curving around his neck. But he held himself apart from you, even as he laid sweet, tempting kisses over your face and neck.

"I know, wildcat," Joel soothed, breathing deeply against your throat and flexing his hips, deliberately teasing you with what you wanted―what you were embarrassingly close to begging for. "But we ain't got nowhere to be. I got the whole day off, and by God, I mean to use it."

"Well, then get to using it, already," you said, playing at reproach. "You're wasting daylight, cowboy."

"Ain't a waste, I'm just takin' my sweet time." He slid his hand up your chest and over your throat, cradling the curve of your jaw and kissing you, deep and slow enough to make you writhe against him, desperate to be closer. Joel's voice was low and rough when he spoke next, eyes scanning your face. "Waited so long for you, darlin', I damn sure ain't gonna rush."

He flexed his hips again, pressing himself against you and almost, almost inside of you. Your gasp turned into a moan, then crumbled into something close to a sob of frustration.

"Please," you urged, trying to pull him against you with your arms around his shoulders and your legs at his hips.

But he just kept touching you, kissing you. So you tried cheating instead.

"Joel," you breathed, and he made a humming sound of pleasure against your throat, hand drifting down to graze over your breast.

He always looked a little pleased when you gave him his name. Always kissed you a little harder, held you a little tighter, pulled you a little closer.

"Please, Joel. I need you."

It might've been cheating, but it seemed to get the job done.

"You sound so goddamn pretty beggin' me to fuck you," he praised, pressing against you. "You can wait just a little longer, though, angel."

Joel lowered himself down onto his elbows, body tight against yours, skin furnace-warm even in the chill morning air.

"Might take my pretty little wildcat apart again and again, so fuckin' slow. Be so good to you, make you all relaxed and happy." His touch roamed down over you, alternating between light teasing and greedy handfuls. "Don't that sound like a hell of a way to spend a day?"

You smiled and moaned against his mouth, pulling him close and then rolling your hips against him. If he was set on dragging this out, you'd just have to strain his composure. Someone would win eventually.

"You going soft on me or something, Miller?"

You nipped at his lip gently, but if anything, his kisses only got slower, softer.

"Mmm," he hummed, hand sliding up to cradle your face. "Y'know what, darlin'? I reckon I might be."

Painfully sweet as this all was, after two and a half weeks of constant proximity and false-starts, you'd just about run out of patience for nice and slow and soft.

You hooked your leg around Joel's, then wrapped your hand around his arm on the same side. In one fast, fluid motion, you tugged on both limbs and pushed off with your other leg, rolling the both of you over before he could figure out what was happening. You towered over him, straddling his hips and wrestling down a smirk as confusion gave way to amusement in Joel's eyes.

"You takin' charge, sugar?"

"There'll be plenty of days for you to tease me, handsome." You skimmed your fingers over his chest, down his rib cage, and to his waist. Your hands slid over Joel's and brought them over your thighs, trailing higher and higher. "But right now, I want you to show me what you meant when you said you had to be gentle with me when I was hurt so you could be rough with me later."

"Is it later, wildcat?" His grip hardened over your thighs, kneading the soft skin as he looked you over.

You nodded and then bowed over him, kissing his chest and neck.

"I think it's later, cowboy."

"No thinkin'," Joel said, hands sliding up to your hips and tightening, holding you close enough against his arousal that it sent a thrill through you. "You'll tell me what you want, sugar, or you'll take what I give you."

Either one sounded good to you. You rocked against him and the tip of his cock brushed over your clit, making you moan.

"I want everything, Joel," you said in his ear, body setting a rhythm with your hips without your conscious say-so. "Everything you've been thinking about, everything you've been holding back. I want it all."

Joel groaned as you left claiming kisses and taunting little bites everywhere you could reach, still fucking yourself against him.

"You want it all, huh?" he asked, matching your pace and holding you close against him.

When you hummed your assent, his warm hands grabbed your ass just this side of roughly, lifting you up onto your knees. The suddenness of it threw you off-balance and you caught yourself just shy of colliding into Joel, your hands sinking into the pillow as they landed on either side of his head.

His hold on your hips tightened into something claiming as he positioned you to take him.

A solid, wooden sound grabbed your attention and your stomach dropped as you turned your head toward the open bedroom door, breaking the kiss.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," you mumbled, huddling down against him. And though you hadn’t noticed the telltale sounds of him jogging up the porch steps or opening the front door, you did finally catch on when your living room floorboards creaked under a heavy, familiar gait.

Joel groaned and put his hands in your hair, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck.

"Got your customary ass-save breakfast sandwich," Tommy's voice called through the house. "Even put it on French toast for you."

A hot, rumbling breath poured against your throat as Joel wrapped his arms around you and made a noise of seething disbelief.

"You sure you couldn't've let that fucker shoot him yesterday?" he whispered. "Just in the leg?"

Your chest shook with quiet laughter, winding your fingers into Joel's almost-curly hair and cradling his head against you.

"I'll definitely weigh my options next time," you whispered back, putting a kiss on his forehead. "Maybe he'll go away? Assume I'm not here?"

Tommy moved through the house a few more seconds and you thought you might die from preemptive embarrassment, lying against Joel and trying not to move.

"Jesus, you ain't still asleep up there, are you? Didn't give you that much whiskey."

Those thudding footsteps echoed towards the stairwell and you took a sharp breath, bunching up your shoulders and shrinking down further into Joel.

Joel turned you both over onto your sides, wrapping himself protectively around you and shielding your body from view with his own as he finally spoke, low and warning.

"Come up them steps and I'll knock you straight back down 'em."

There wasn't a hint of humor in him, but you still had to pinch your lips between your teeth to hold in a laugh.

Absolute silence followed for three full breaths, finally broken by the sound of Tommy's boots on your floor, lighter and slower as he retreated from the foot of the stairs.

"Thank god you didn't wanna rush, huh?" you teased, whispering against Joel's temple.

He gave a seething hum and bit at your neck, rolling you onto your back and pressing against you hard enough to nearly feel like a threat.

"Keep it up and I'll take out my frustration on you instead of Tommy."

"Mmm, promise?" you asked, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer. You put your lips to Joel's and he deepened the kiss immediately, sounding strained when you bit his lip in encouragement.

"Get your pretty little ass out of this bed, wildcat," he warned, raising his voice to call out, "'fore I change my mind and just let Tommy hear what he ends up hearin'."

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"Tommy's heard plenty, thanks," he hollered from his spot next to the kitchen island. "Tommy never wants to hear anything again, actually."

He hadn't heard much, thank Christ, except some giggling just then. Still, Tommy reckoned his days of barging into your house without knocking―or Joel's, for that matter―were officially behind him now. Some risks just ain't worth taking.

Maybe he was an idiot for not thinking about it before opening your door, given what he'd heard you say to Joel last night, but really, Tommy'd just figured that even if Joel had taken you home, he still would've been gone by now. The man wasn't usually one for sleeping in, and more often than not had started his day before the sun came up.

Though it didn't sound like sleeping in was what you and Joel had been doing up there. Tommy grimaced and shook his head, trying to shake loose that godawful mental image.

His big brother and his best fuckin' friend.

Or maybe the order needed to be switched on those last two words.

Eugh.

It wasn't that he was bothered by it, exactly―you and Joel made a fine match, though you both had a bloody past and some jagged edges, not to mention that neither of y'all was much good at compromise or being denied.

A quiet shadow coiled around his heart, and Tommy began to fret. Being loyal to both halves of a couple came with a hell of a downside: if things blew up between you two, Tommy might end up losing one or both of you all over again.

Sounds of movement drifted through the house, you and Joel making your way downstairs to Tommy. Sheepish discomfort displaced that fretful shadow, making him a little restless.

Maybe he shoulda just left, but hell, wouldn't that just make it weirder for longer? He'd finally started to get things back towards normal with you, he couldn't stand the notion of losing ground on account of some piddly little awkwardness.

So Tommy loosened his shoulders and put some ease into his posture, just in time to see you coming down the stairs with Joel not far behind.

There was a little glow to your face that Tommy didn't particularly want to consider the origin of, but Joel didn't wear a goddamn hint of it; rather, his face was painted with something so close to a scowl that Tommy very nearly laughed out loud.

If looks could kill, Tommy would be a dead man.

He held up his breakfast offering and you reached out to take it.

"Enh," he grunted, pulling back the paper-wrapped sandwich before your fingers could close around it. "Wash your hands, dirty bird."

You shoved Tommy's shoulder hard enough to stagger him, but you laughed. You held your hands out toward his face, threatening to touch him as he yielded a step back.

"Washed 'em upstairs, goofball," you said, putting your hands on his cheeks, giggle turning to a cackle when Tommy flinched and pushed away your soap-scented touch.

He handed over your breakfast and you nodded your thanks, setting it on the counter for a second while you filled the kettle and set it on the stove.

"You off today, too?" you asked.

Tommy nodded.

"Gonna try and tackle that damn washing machine once and for all." He took an elderly apple from the bowl on your counter and polished it on his shirtsleeve. "Lamar reckons I can get another few months out of the belt if I grease it up good and maybe hit it with a heat gun. Bit tricky to get to the damn thing, though, so I was thinkin'..."

Tommy turned pointedly to Joel and raised his brows as he took a bite of the apple.

"I want you to play back the last five minutes in that thick-ass head of yours," Joel grumbled, "'fore you go 'thinkin'' about askin' me for so much as goddamn pat on the back, little brother."

You masterfully disguised your laugh as a cough as you worked on the first bite of your breakfast.

"God, this is really good," you marveled, offering Joel a bite. He shook his head and you pointed from Tommy to the other half of the sandwich, still wrapped on the counter. "Tom?"

"All yours." He waved you off, heart straining a little fuller and warmer. "You earned it."

"Suit yourselves," you said, then hummed a sound and paused your chewing to add, "She'll eat the other half" just as Ellie threw open the door.

The girl frowned as she surveyed the room.

"The hell is this? You jerks are having breakfast without me?"

"She's havin' breakfast, pup," Tommy said, pointing at you as you were sliding the other half of your sandwich across the kitchen island toward Ellie, and then he pointed at himself. "I'm droppin' it off 'cause rules are rules, and your old man is...here."

That got her attention to shift to Joel, at least. Ellie squinted his way, then brightened.

"Ooh, that's yesterday's shirt―did someone sleep here last night?" she asked, her voice all teasing and singsong. "Joel, you..scoundrel!"

Joel's ears went red and he turned to Tommy.

"So...that washer of yours..."

You burst into laughter, but Tommy wasn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

"C'mon then," he said.

"Walk of shame!" Ellie called after Joel, unzipping her coat and loosing the orphaned squirrel pups you and her had been looking after.

Tommy turned back to the lot of y'all, you girls across the house and his brother a few steps at his heel.

"'Fore I forget―see y'all at the Fourth of July thing later?"

Joel shrugged and motioned impatiently toward the door. Ellie hummed an affirmative as she dug into the other half of the sandwich with a curious ball of fur perched on either shoulder. But you made a groaning ugh noise, clanking your kettle against the countertop.

"Fuck, is that today?"

You swore again when Tommy nodded.

"I thought you liked Fourth of July," he said, hand on the doorknob.

"Eugene's light thing always makes me barf."

"'Light thing'?" Ellie asked, muffled by a mouthful of eggs and bread.

"Can't exactly do fireworks anymore," Tommy said by way of explanation.

"Much as Eugene begs to differ," you said, filling two of the three mugs before you.

"He always does." Tommy shook his head.

The industrious spark-plug of an old fella had argued his case passionately to the council, like he did every year. But eventually he was forced to admit―as he always was―that literally beckoning Infected toward Jackson with explosions of light and sound was probably a bad idea, no matter how clever he'd been in figuring out how to do it. He'd masterminded another indoor laser light show instead.

Still, though...

"Don't think the lights are why you barf, Rager," Tommy said with raised brows and a knowing tilt of his head. He turned his gaze to Joel. "Any booze with bubbles, and that gal of yours ends up sleeping on her back porch. Says the oak tree 'grounds her and makes her stop spinning.'"

You sputtered a laugh into your tea, and Tommy took note of the shift in Joel's brow, the slight tension that pulled at the corners of his eyes and lips as he failed to fully hold back a smile.

"No way, drunk Doc sounds awesome," Ellie said, beaming at you. "I'm stealing a bottle, I gotta put that away for an emergency."

You were still laughing together as Tommy and Joel left a moment later.

"How come I don't get a sandwich when I save your ass?" Joel asked.

Tommy shrugged. "Never asked for one."

"Didn't know it was an option," Joel said, tucking his hands in his coat pockets. "Smelled good, though."

"Well, shit, come on then," Tommy said, bumping his elbow against Joel and gesturing him down the sidewalk. "I ain't makin' another one, but I'll buy your ornery ass some breakfast 'fore we get started."

"Owe me a hell of a lot more'n some goddamn eggs after what you just busted up." Joel scowled and shoved at his brother with his shoulder. "Fuck. Worse than when we were kids."

"Ease off, old fella," Tommy said with a grin, poking the bear. "Didn't sound like it was goin' all that well anyhow. Dead silent when I walked in. Mighta heard her snoring."

"It was goin' just fine, trust me. Jesus Christ, you know that was the third fuckin' time you did that?" Joel said, shaking his head. "I oughta put your ass on the ground, Tommy."

Tom's shoulders shook with laughter, even knowing there was a non-zero chance Joel would actually deliver on his threat. Some impish, shithead-little-brother corner of him delighted in cockblocking Joel; didn't matter that it hadn't been intentional to start with, he was gonna irritate the hell out of the man for at least an entire meal.

Fuck, it was good to have Joel back.

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michaelbluthsdeadwife · 4 months ago

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Modern romance (pt.1)

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Summary: Hamzah x reader through instagram posts and stories! Not sure what these are called but I love them

Warnings: fem!reader, use of (y/n), the pictures I used for reader have brown hair so im sorry, a lot of slang i guess

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers

A/n: literally no one asked for this but let me know if you guys like this type of stuff! I decided to make it two parts since it’s already so much

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Posted by yn_yln

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“life recently (i dont like these guys)”

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User82: since when is she friends with slushynoobz???

User92: I dont know but im jumping with joy rn

Hamzahthefantastic: that’s rude of you…

Yn_yln: you weren’t supposed to see this.. awkward

Thatmartinkid: i guess she actually IS like the other girls :/

User58: LMAO

Thatmartinkid: why did you post a stalker photo of us?

Yn_yln: bro i was behind you.. i still am! Mwahahah

Hamzahthefantastic: wtf?!??? Where??

Yn_yln: you wont find me.

User59: im scared

Mandys_iphone: hes been paranoid all day since you posted

Yn_yln: good.

User69: Are they dating?

User56: girl people can be friends

User583: I think so actually

Posted by thatmartinkid

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“We made friends with a homeless woman!”

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Yn_yln: um???

Thatmartinkid: what?

Yn_yln: homeless???

Thatmartinkid: are you not?

Hamzahthefantastic: no she is dw

Yn_yln: hamzah this is an a b conversation so please c yourself out

Hamzahthefantastic: please never say shit like that around me ever again

Hamzahthefantastic: friend is a strong word

Yn_yln: sooo what are we?

Thatmartinkid: good luck dude…

User582: LMAO MARTIN

Clairedrakee: homeless? Girl have you seen this woman? Shes etheral

Yn_yln: AWW

Clairedrakee: its true and i know his stanky ass is not talking

Mandys_iphone: he does smell actually

Thatmartinkid: do I actually?

Yn_yln: the silence speaks volumes…

User484: is anyone else kinda annoyed that they’re hanging out with ppl like her?

User272: Ik :( i feel like they’re too mainstream now

User53: sybau.

Posted by mandys_iphone

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“We took our kids on vacation”

Comments

Yn_yln: ily mommy

Hamzahthefantastic: bro what

Mandys_iphone: love you too ❤️

Thatmartinkid: this is making me uncomfortable..

User592: MOMMY IS CRAZY

Hamzahthefantastic: what is she even writing

Yn_yln: Some of us are in college…

Hamzahthefantastic: yet your still dumb

Yn_yln: *you’re…

Thatmartinkid: oh she clocked

User79: zest fest

Chase_rutherford: martin is so chopped in that!

Hamzahthefantastic: true

Thatmartinkid: oh who is you, chopped chin

Yn_yln: you got him there

Hamzahthefantastic: but that is not a crime

Yn_yln: how did you know what I was quoting?

Hamzahthefantastic: because you wont stop saying it

Yn_yln: and THAT is not a crime❤️

User16: why are they SO close in that pick?

User629: obv dating or something

User49: I will be so mad if they are

Posted by yn_yln

Liked by tarayummyy, hamzahthefantastic, and 1,693,572 others.

“Island living sims 4 expansion pack”

Comments

Mandys_iphone: caption is so us

Yn_yln: Right???

Hamzahthefantastic: you did not.

Yn_yln: what?

Hamzahthefantastic: the SLEEPING PHOTO?

Yn_yln: i will not apologize for disillusioning the people to your true form.

Hamzahthefantastic: dude youre such a dork 😭

User692: and that is not a crime

Yn_yln: @user692 YES 🙌🏻

Thatmartinkid: You caught me! Yes, i love to read 😂🤪

Yn_yln: I will genuinely block you

Hamzahthefantastic: our side quest for coffee

Yn_yln: then we literally got lost

Hamzahthefantastic: because of you..

Yn_yln: dont sass me boy

Mandys_iphone: whos mommy now?

Clairedrakee: yess girl walk him like a dog!

User04: there is no way they arent tg atp

User73: idk i still don’t believe it, they could just be a close group?

Kalynnkoury: I like your shell

Yn_yln: I like your face

Posted by thatmartinkid

Liked by yn_yln, chase_rutherford, and 1,685,373 others.

“Sorry pets, vacation mode activated!”

Comments

Yn_yln: you’re so millennial mom coded

Thatmartinkid: thanks!

Chase_rutherford: not a compliment

Mandys_iphone: what is hamzah looking off into the distance mysteriously at?

Hamzahthefantastic: y/n did a backflip

Yn_yln: no i didnt???

Hamzahthefantastic: yes you did

Yn_yln: why are you gaslighting me?

Thatmartinkid: men…😒

Yn_yln: i fear the call is coming from inside the house

Hamzahthefantastic: had the worst time thanks

Yn_yln: aren’t you just a bundle of joy?!

Thatmartinkid: okay next time we won’t take you guys then

Yn_yln: WHAT DID I DO?

Posted by yn_yln

Liked by hamzahthefantastic, clairedrakee, and 1,474,443 others.

“Finally home ❤️ (wifed mandy up bc martin wont)”

Comments

Clairedrakee: me and my man!

Yn_yln: You can do better babe

Clairedrakee: are you flirting with me?

Hamzahthefantastic: no

User538: HAMZAH?

User58: suspicious..

Hamzahthefantastic: whos the cutie in the second slide?

Yn_yln: there isn’t one

Thatmartinkid: OOO…

Hamzahthefantastic: you hate me

Yn_yln: NO IM SORRY LMAO

Mandys_iphone: save the date!

Thatmartinkid: is this true..?

Yn_yln: sorry you took too long

Thatmartinkid: hamzah lets get out of here…

Yn_yln: you moved on quickly

User529: who is the man in all of these?

User3: I think maybe hamzah?

User5: Are they dating?

User82: yeah they are

User5: source?

User82: I dont have one

User538: they are laying awfully close😭

User219: so unfair

Posted by Clairedrakee

Liked by thatmartinkid, yn_yln, and 1,583,492 others.

“Girls night ayyye!”

Comments

Mandys_iphone: we all kissed

Yn_yln: this is true

Hamzahthefantastic: you guys are weird

Clairedrakee: someone’s jealous!

Thatmartinkid: mandy i dont like you hanging around with bad influences..

Yn_yln: I love you both ❤️❤️❤️

Clairedrakee: love you too!!

Mandys_iphone: aww I love you too

Hamzahthefantastic: do you guys remember texting me?

Clairedrakee: no?

Yn_yln: what did we say😭

Hamzahthefantastic: nothing 😉

Thatmartinkid: I don’t like that wink it did something to me

User264: I wanna be friends with them

Posted by hamzahthefantastic

Liked by yn_yln, thatmartinkid, and 1,375,685 others.

Comments

Thatmartinkid: woahh who sent you that text? 😳

Hamzahthefantastic: 🤷🏽‍♂️

Clairedrakee: i have a hypothesis

Yn_yln: HAMZAH OMG.

Hamzahthefantastic: what

Yn_yln: die.

User4655: oh hes in the doghouse

User633: this is undeniable proof bro

User364: i think they did it but i just cant prove it 🧐

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