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baby, it's cold outside | joel miller
Summary | Patrolling with Joel is always easy, he's your friend after all, but when a snow storm forces you to stop halfway, you're both faced with feelings that you'd both rather ignore, but with nothing but time, talking about them is your only option.
Word Count | 4.2k
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader
Warnings | Explicit 18+. A snow storm and a cabin with a nice, warm fireplace. Unspecified age gap. Explicit smut - unprotected PiV (don't do this, pls be smart), oral sex (F), size kink if you squint, dirty talk, two idiots who love each other, some negative feelings towards the holidays but nothing else I can think of!
Authors Note | A huge thank you to the wonderful @hellishjoel for setting the 12 days of Pedro up and asking me to take part - this was so much fun to put together and I hope you all love it as much as I do!
12 Days of Pedro Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Thank you to the wonderful @saradika for the divider!
Despite having lived in Wyoming for years now, the winters were still a surprise to you. Icy cold winds, frosted windows every morning, thick downfalls of snow almost daily and a struggle to get warm no matter how many layers you wore. Some would call it picturesque, and you suppose you could see it, everywhere you turned in Jackson at this time of year, even though it was against the backdrop of the end of the world, it looked like it could adorn the cover of any Christmas card or be the setting for any Christmas movie. It didnât matter, because you hated it either way.
When the tree went up in the centre of town, and the lights got switched on, it only served to remind you how solitary you were. How you existed mainly entirely on your own. No family, barely any friends, always the talk of the gaggle of girls who would whisper to each other whenever you passed and start laughing to each other, or the boys who always wondered why instead of hanging around with people your own age, you opted to spend it alone, or with someone who was pushing sixty.
Because if there was a single person in this Godforsaken town that you could class as a friend, it was Joel Miller. Quiet, closed off, unapproachable until you chipped away at his hard exterior, just like you in so many ways, it was actually sickening really. You liked Joel, ever since Tommy had put you two together for patrols when Maria had given birth, it was like youâd found someone who finally understood your need to be alone.
Patrolling outside the walls gave you peace, let you leave your loneliness behind for a while, just you and the ground beneath your boots, the feeling that you were doing something wrong, were less of a person because of your lack of friends and relationships left behind at the gate. Youâd proven yourself capable more than enough times for Tommy to realise you were an asset. Youâd saved more than enough people with your good aim and quick trigger finger, been ruthless in getting rid of raiders who strayed too close to your safe haven, and he knew your need for solitude, which is why he trusted you on these longer routes, on the more complicated patrol rotations, the ones that would get you out of Jackson for a week.
You surmise thatâs probably why he chose to pair you up with Joel. In the two years youâd patrolled together, youâd come to realise that he needed that solitude just as much as you did. A way to leave behind being a father at the gate and remind himself of exactly who he was before. Out here, walking side-by-side next to you, he wasnât Ellieâs dad, he wasnât the man who still woke up in cold sweats remembering the heavy weight of his dead daughter in his arms, or that man who had lost almost everyone heâd ever cared for along the way, he was just Joel. Joel, who was more comfortable cradling a rifle in his arms than he was his infant nephew. Joel, who preferred comfortable silence instead of filling the quiet with talk. Joel, who, even when you suspected he hated you at the start, would have protected you to the death no matter what.
You were similar, far more than youâd like to admit, and as the weeks and months had drawn on, and youâd moved into being more comfortable with each other, he really was one of those things youâd wanted for so long. A friend. Someone to rely on, someone to drink with at the end of a hard patrol route, someone who made sure you ate when it was the last thing on your mind, someone who fixed the hole in your roof and put new planks of wood on your porch when you almost fell through it one day, someone who confided in you about how hard he found being a parent again, someone who opened up to you when things started to sour with Ellie. A friend.
He was also someone, in the last six months, that you suspected wanted to be more than your friend. It had started small, with things any good friend would do. He would offer you his arm when you walked during the winter so you wouldnât slip, started packing double lunch so he knew youâd eat when youâd go out together, but then it was the hand on the small of your back through town, or the way heâd sit close to you in the bar, knees knocking against yours just so he could put a hand on your knee to apologise for getting too close.
And itâs not like you didnât see that in him either. For a man who was almost sixty, he was incredibly handsome, able to do unspeakable things on patrol that neither of you would talk about to anyone else, strong in a way you didnât think youâd ever seen before. Sure, his hearing was shot in one ear, his middle soft with age, and his hair and beard peppered with grey hair, but Joel Miller was a sight.
But, what if youâd read his signals wrong? What if his kindness and that warm hand on your knee was just him being a Southern gentleman? You throw yourself at him and he doesnât feel the same, what happens then? You lose one of the very few friends youâve ever had, and thatâs somehow worse than knowing youâll never know what the feel of his skin is like under your touch or what it sounds like when he moans your name for you.
The patrol route is brutal this day, wind and snow making it hard to see anything in front of you. You and Joel had to shout loudly to each other in order to hear anything, so when you stumble across the cabin, halfway through the route, you both decide that itâs best to head inside, get warm and wait out the worst of the storm before carrying on. Safer that way, is what Joel said, but you think itâs got more to do with the cold on his joints than the safety. Even at your younger age, your bones were certainly aching.
The wind whips a flurry of snow into the abandoned cabin when Joel pushes the door open, ushering you inside quickly, shutting the door quickly behind the two of you before more snow can follow you in. He sets his rifle down near the door and his backpack on the worn, moth-eaten couch, kneeling in front of the fireplace.
This particular cabin is a regular stop on this patrol route, an agreement between the residents of Jackson who frequent it to keep it stocked with firewood during the cold season. You silently note to thank whoever had patrolled before you for stacking the fireplace so all Joel really needs to do is set fire to the scrunched paper dotted through the wood to get the warmth of the fire flooding the small front room.
âReckon weâre here for the long run,â Joel grumbles, holding flat palms up to the flames to warm his hands, âAinât no way weâre walking anywhere in that.â
And heâs right, the light of the day is fading fast and even in daylight, the blizzard had been a nightmare to traverse. Itâs not like youâre wanting to rush back though, you sometimes wish you could pack everything up and come out here for good, live in your solitude until the end of your days, but for now, just a few more nights away from the place that reminds you just how alone you are will do.
You settle down on the couch, trying to burrow further into the coat around your body, not bothering to take your gloves or your hat off until the flames of the fire are stronger.
âCome sit closer,â Joel murmurs, motioning with his hand for you to sit on the floor next to him, âWarm up a little.â
You slip down from the couch and scoot along the floor until youâre sat next to him. Joel reaches over and takes hold of your wrist, gently pulling off your glove, âTheyâre damp,â He states, reaching for your other hand to do the same, âTake your coat off too, youâll get a chill otherwise.â
Working to unzip the front to pull it off, whilst Joel throws an extra few pieces of wood on the fire, you settle a little bit closer to the flames, feeling the warmth start to seep through your other layers. He stands, taking your coat and his, hanging them on either end of the fireplace to dry out a little, then he sits back down next to you, although a little closer than he had been before, so close that you can feel the heat of his body next to you.
You take a moment to steal a look up at him, his body larger than yours, towering a little next to you, but in the glow of the flames heâs fucking breathtaking. You get lost in tracing his jaw and the hook of his nose with your eyes that heâs turning his head to face you before you can turn away from him. He catches you with that small smile that is saved only for his family normally, Ellie, Tommy, sometimes Maria, and now, more often, you. So you smile back at him, let the warmth lick through your body, and before you realise it, heâs leaning his, broad shoulders bumping yours as his face gets closer, and God, it would be so easy to let him do it, move your face towards him, press your lips to his and burn it all to hell, but as he inches closer, that pit is opening in your stomach, bubbling anxiety and dread, so as he inches closer, you have to stop him.
You bring one of your fingers up to press against his lips gently, watching as he purses them against your touch a little, but then his eyes open when you speak, so softly, so quietly that he almost missed your plea, âPlease donât.â
Itâs like youâve burnt him with the way he not only drags his face from you, but his whole body, putting so much distance between the two of you that you almost cry. He clears his throat, running his hand over his face, âRight,â He mumbles, âSorry.â
âDonât apologise,â You insist, not meeting his eyes though, âYou donât need to be sorry.â
âStupid of me,â He shakes his head, âJust thought-â He sucks in a breath and pushes it out on a sigh, âThought maybe youâd feel the same, but it was stupid.â
âIt wasnât stupid, Joel,â You sigh, finally turning to him, âItâs okay.â
âMakes sense,â He shrugs, eyes boring holes into the flames in front of you, âIâm old, too old for you to want me.â
âIt has nothing to do with you being too old for me Joel, I couldnât give less of a fuck about that.â
You expect him to drop it, like he often does with these kinds of conversation, the ones that involve feelings, but he doesnât.
âThen what is it?â
âWell, it has nothing to do with your grey hairs or your creaky fucking knees, thatâs for sure.â
Heâs looking at you with a look that says to get fucked, hurry up, tell him the real reason for all this.
âI could be shit in bed for all you know.â
âWell thatâs easy to rectify, just need a little practice.â
It makes you snort, âCan we be fucking serious for a minute, Miller?â
âYouâre the one who said it first.â
âWhat happens when it goes tits up?â You ask, âWhen you get bored of me, or realise Iâm not what you thought I was, what happens then?â He opens his mouth to respond to you, but you beat him to it, âI lose my best friend, thatâs what happens, the only person in this Godforsaken world that I have, and I donât want that, I donât want a world where Iâm without you.â
âWho says itâs going to go tits up?â He counters, âBaby, Iâm old, I ainât gonna go running off, I just want somethinâ good, somethinâ happy, and I want that with you,â Just like you had done before, he starts talking again before you can add something, âPut your faith in somethinâ, darlinâ,â Heâs moving back towards you now, shifting closer, âPut your faith in, me.â
It sounds so easy when he says it like that, because you had once before, without even realising. Let him in, let him get close, to know everything youâd been through, share everything heâd been through. You let him sit with you late at night in the summer, strumming his guitar on your porch, he lets you share his whiskey when you need it.
âIâm still gonna be your best friend,â He urges, that warm palm resting on your knee, âThat ainât gonna change, weâre just gonna add to it.â
And for some reason, it snaps, all of your good judgement and everything that was holding you back. His face is cradled in your palms before you know it, your body straddling his lap as your mouth slants over his, a surprised gasp swallowed by your mouth as his lips open against yours, his hands coming to rest on the globes of your ass through your jeans, pulling you closer, chest flush to chest as you soak this in.
Hands dropping to the collar of his shirt, you start to slowly unbutton it, mouth still against his, tongue tasting him as your fingers push button after button through their holes until you can push it from his shoulders, drag his arms from it, drag his undershirt from itâs place tucked into his jeans.
Joel gasps when your hands make contact with the skin under it, fingers still slightly icy from the cold, but that too is swallowed by your mouth, as is the moan that drags from your throat when he bucks his hips into yours.
He pulls away from your lips, forehead pressed to yours as you both breathe deeply, âDonât seem shit in bed so far.â He chuckles.
âI was fucking with you Joel,â You smile, punctuating it with a roll of your hips into his, âIâm a delight in bed.â
âProve it.â
âCanât.â
âWhy not?â
âThis is the floor Joel,â Which earns you a squeeze to your ass, âIâve never fucked someone on the floor before.â
Before you know whatâs happening, heâs flipped you over, your back pressed to the dusty wooden floor, his body looming over yours, fingers picking the button of your jeans apart, pulling the zipper down, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down your legs, underwear along with them too, before theyâre thrown behind him somewhere, forgotten as he parts your knees, legs spread, exposed to him, and you think you might die from the way he looks at you. You bury your head into your shoulder, trying to escape his gaze as he drags his thumb along your folds, growling when he feels how wet you are just from his mouth on yours.
Youâre vaguely aware of the sounds of his feet hitting one of the armchairs behind him as he lowers his chest to the floor, hands pulling at your hips, your back dragging across the wooden floor as his mouth presses a single, feather-light kiss to your clit. The smallest of touches to your body has your back arching into him.
How long has it been? Not since you fucked someone, because in the grand scheme of things that hasnât been too long. No, how long has it been since someone actually made you feel good? Years, you think. Too long. Too long since sex was anything more than just stress relief, pressed against the brick wall by the Tipsy Bison, letting someone fuck you so you could feel something, giving them the bragging rights of fucking the town outcast in return.
This is different. So different. Joel is slow with it, parting you in front of his face with his thumbs, tongue swirling through the slick youâre not even embarrassed about now, tasting you, drinking you in, before he drags his perfect mouth up, lapping gently at your clit with the tip of his tongue.
âTaste so fuckinâ good for me, baby.â He coos against your skin, his praise making you preen, hips chasing the feeling of his mouth on you, he chuckles at your desperation, âHow longâs it been since someone made you feel good, huh?â
Your fingers tangle in the curls on his head, dragging him back down to your cunt to silence him, âToo long.â Is all you offer as he feasts on you.
Tongue swirling, lips suckling, fingers digging into the skin of your hips, dragging you slowly but surely to the edge, the fire in your blood no match for the fire against your skin. Heâs fucking good at this, knows exactly how to listen to your moans, the way you pull at his hair when he does something you like, collecting the little gasps and hip movements until heâs working a pattern on your pussy that makes you feeling like youâre going to explode, combust, maybe even die a little.
âDonât stop,â You urge, breathless, sheen of sweat settling across what skin of yours is exposed to the flames near to you, âGonna - fuck Joel - gonna cum.â
Thatâs when he pushes two of his fingers into you. Hooking them up inside of your cunt, your legs dropping open further than you thought possible as he works you and works you. Youâve gone quiet, letting out only short breathes when holding them in makes your head light, fingers so tight in his hair that you think itâs probably hurting.
Then, you think you find God, right there on the dirty, dusty floor, when the coil snaps inside of you. Your back arches off the floor, thighs clenched around Joelâs head as his tongue continues the flicks against your clit, ignoring the high-pitches whines of too much, Joel listening instead to the movement of your legs, the way your entire body convulses until you truly are spent for him.
Joel pushes himself up onto his knees, dragging his undershirt over his head, pulling his belt through its loops as youâre sitting up, dragging the upper portion of your clothes off, naked on the floor for him, the flames from the fire keeping you warm, even if your nipples do pebble and peak against the cold.
âFuckinâ hell,â Joel breathes out as your hand settles on your pussy, fingers dragging through the slick to lazily move over your clit, âI wish you could see yourself right now, baby,â He crones, pushing down his jeans, cock springing free, immediately clasped in his fist, movements slow as he watches you touch yourself, âPretty as a fuckinâ picture.â
His body falls forward, coverings yours, but this isnât what you want. Hand on his chest, youâre pushing him back, âWanna ride you, Joel.â You whine.
Like a kid on Christmas, heâs on his back in seconds, jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles because if youâre not sinking down on him in the next few seconds, heâs going to scream. You settle your thighs on either side of his hips, his cock, heavy and throbbing against his stomach. Heâs watching you, as you take the base of him in your hand, line him up with that aching core of yours, head notching into you, where you just keep him for a moment, let him stretch you as you ground yourself with palms on his chest, sinking down, inch by inch until heâs fully buried inside you, warmth wrapping around him, just like the warmth from the fire against his skin.
You start moving your hips, his cock so deep in you he swears if he put a palm on your lower belly, heâd feel himself through your skin with the way youâre grinding against him, head thrown back, mouth dropped open. He wishes he could take a photo of this. He doesnât think heâs seen a nicer sight in his life.
âItâs a lot, ainât it baby?â He coos, hands on your hips, guiding your movements, he knows heâs big, been told enough times through his life, but the way youâre slow, getting used to him inside him, has him on the verge of spilling inside you already.
âSo big, Joel.â You whine, leaning back now, hands on his knees which have moved up, his feet planted on the floor now, and God alive, if he thought you were a sight before, youâre a fucking masterpiece now as you start bouncing on his cock.
He canât help himself, he is only a man after all, his hands trailing up the curves of your side, taking hold of your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers, listening to the way you sing for him. Somehow, he finds core strength from somewhere, pushes himself up, one hand behind him to prop him where he is, as his mouth sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolling that pebbled peak with his tongue, your arm wrapping around his shoulders to steady yourself against him, hips still working against his, finger tangling in the curls near his neck, keeping his mouth anchored right where it is.
Joel pulls off you, a wet smack from his lips as he looks up at you with those beautiful brown orbs, âFeel so fuckinâ good, baby,â He praises, âSo tight around me, like you were made for me.â
âWanna feel you,â You moan, head dropping against his shoulder, âWanna feel you come for me.â
Heâs wrapping his arms around your back, dragging you down with him as he rests himself back on the floor, your chest pressed to his as he finally takes control. Feet planted on the floor with your teeth digging into his shoulders, he fucks up into you, the cabin filled with nothing but breathy moans and a lewd smack of skin as he pounds himself into you. In an ideal world heâd focus on making you come again, feeling you clench around his cock as you fall apart would be incredible, but he thinks there will be time for that later.
Heâs so fucking close, you can feel it, the way his fingers are gripping t every inch of skin they can reach, the way his hips are faltering and how your name is more of a feature on his lips. You let out a surprise squeal as he flips you both, your back now to the ground as his cock slips out of you, his fist replacing the wet heat of your cunt as the warmth of his cum splashes across your lower belly, a howl, not unlike an animal, falling from his mouth as he paints you, claims you as his own with those ropes of cum across your skin.
When all is said and done, and heâs taken in the sight of your skin splashed with his spend, the two of you lying in front of the fire, one blanket dragged from the bed on the floor to soften the harsh wood, another pooled around both your hips, this feels like home. Both you and Joel, led on your side, watching each other, and the flickering light of the fire bathes you both in orange, in warmth.
His hand traces your face, thumb dragging across your bottom lip as he leans in to kiss you. Hours later, with harsh wind and snow still swirling outside, he brushes a thumb across your nipple, your hand reaching down between you to find him hard again. He puts you on your back this time, creaky knees be damned, slides his cock into your aching cunt once more, fucks you slowly, the entirety of his weight pressed against you. That orange glow almost convincing you that this was before, when things were normal, romantic even, as his lips leaves tiny bruises across your skin.
When heâs marked you once more as his, cum splashed from your pussy to your tits, he lies back down, the broad expanse of his back to the dying embers of the fire, your back pressed to his front, his arm snaked under your neck, urging you to sleep, and as you drift off, Joelâs hot breath against the skin of your ear, his other arm draped loosely over your waist, you pray that the snow is just as bad in the morning, because if it were possible, you want to return even less now, want to remain huddled next to Joel, on the floor, for the rest of your life.
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your (my) life with rhett abbott.
rhett abbott x reader.
ïż« summary: a life with rhett.
ïż« word count: 680.
ïż« warnings: mentions of sex, some angst, children and fluff.
ïż« authors notes: this is a collection of daydreams i have about my cowboy husband. my main masterlist can be found here! đ
Rhett is a little awkward and shy. For a burly bull rider, when he first asked you out, his thumb moved between each fingernail to pick at it. His hands were twitching with nerves. From a first glance, he simply looked like a man asking a person out. His hands were by his sides and he stood tall.
His father told him to never look small, even though he made Rhett feel so small sometimes.
When you replied with a beaming smile that you would love to go out with him sometime, his cheeks became flushed with a warm pink, that spread over the tops of his ears and down his neck in a hot flush.
He gets grumpy too. His eyebrows knit together in a firm line. His eyes become stone and his eyelids grow heavy. Heâll focus on one particular spot of dirt on his jeans, not baring to look at anything else. He clenches his teeth tightly together and his jaw becomes firmly set.
But, he stands up for himself and what he thinks is right. However, it comes off as him being defensive and angry when really, heâs only trying to protect the things that he loves most. That being the life youâve built together on your ranch and most importantly, you and your little baby girl.
Bonnie Abbott was born in the early spring. You spent many days in the summer standing on your front porch, with her in your arms and watching Rhett work not too far from your home. He couldnât bear to spend long periods away from you both, so he always opted to do work closer to your home during the day.
You would hold her chubby little hand and wave it for her, humming in a sweet voice, âWave to Daddy, Bonnie!â
You watch as your three ranch cats jump from the rooftops and fences of the barn. Your Anatolian Shepherd, Daisy, sits by your feet and keeps a careful and protective watch over both you and Bonnie. Robin, your Blue Heeler, is always quick on Rhettâs heels and trails around behind him, as he works in the hot and sticky Wyoming summer heat. Rhett whistles sharply between his lips and Robin is always quick to follow.
You still live in Wyoming, but you chose your ranch to be two towns over from Wabang. Rhett wanted to distance himself from his family, but he couldnât leave them completely. Heâs still holding onto this deeply entrenched guilt, that therefore causes him to tether to them.
Heâs working on it though. Heâs working on himself.
He doesnât deny his mother and father of seeing his grandchild. You go back to visit when you can, but you normally leave after spending the day there. Rhett can only bear so many hours before the familiar and tell-tale signs of his set frown and tense jaw begin to appear. You still go back for occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those are the only two occasions when you, Rhett and Bonnie will stay the night.
His old room is still there. It still comforts him.
You press up against Rhett in his small bed and keep him warm, whilst Bonnie sleeps soundly beside you both in her crib. His room is nearly identical to when he left it, but these small changes with you both now being in there with him, is what gives him the harmony to fall asleep.
You asked Rhett once if he would be gentle with you, as he had your beautiful naked body below him.
âWill you be gentle with me? Please be gentle with me.â
He gave you the love that you so dearly deserved. He calls you his âbaby,â his âdarlinââ, his love.
He is your dream. He is your cowboy, but a man who needs to be wanted. He needs to feel wanted. He gets so much validation from you, in every way. Emotionally, physically, sexually⊠And you give that to him without hesitation. Heâs so over the moon with you. Heâs so profoundly and deeply in love with you.
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joel miller masterlist
⥠fic notifs l ao3 âĄ
đ„= indicates smut
oneshots & drabbles
not a thing l part ii summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so youâd thought she was asleep.
weakness l part ii đ„ summary: An afternoon at Bill and Frankâs takes an unexpected turn for you and Joel when some feelings start coming to the surface.
we need you summary: Afraid of failing the two of the people he cares about more than anything, Joel decides you and Ellie are better off without him.
jealous summary: You arenât together, but Joel doesn't want to see you with anyone else.
stay summary: Youâre in Jackson with Joel and Ellie after Salt Lake City and the loss of somebody you failed to protect haunts you and leaves you wondering if the wound will ever healâand how youâll ever go on if it never does.
what he didnât do summary: Youâre very recently divorced, but that doesnât stop a certain brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.
strawberry đ„ summary: You feel ashamed for using your safe word with Joel during a sessionâhe assures you youâre his good girl no matter what. AU, NO OUTBREAK (TW) DDLG
punishment đ„ summary: You drag your boyfriend to your best friendâs annual Halloween party and get brave after a couple of drinksâitâs not like Joelâs really going to punish you while all of your friends are under the same roof, right? AU, NO OUTBREAK (TW) DDLG. POSSIBLE DUBCON.
captive đ„ summary: You find yourself missing your captor while heâs out on an early morning hunt with the rest of the group. TW DARK!JOE. DUBCON.
frosting đ„ summary: Joel agrees to help you decorate Christmas cookies and things get a little messy. AU, NO OUTBREAK (TW) DDLG
someone to be thankful for đ„ summary: Itâs Thanksgivingâwhen dinner with your nightmare of a family goes south, you find comfort in the person you least expect it from: your fatherâs best friend, Joel Miller. AU, NO OUTBREAK, DBF! Joel Miller
series
a safe haven l ongoing l đ„ summary: When Joel Miller and Ellie Williams return to Jackson, Wyoming to begin their new lives, the last thing Joel expects is to catch the eye of the thriving communityâs equine veterinarian. Young, beautiful, and married, Joel knows that he should stay away from a woman like you, but he canât help but to be drawn to you like a moth to a flame. As you start growing closer to both Joel and Ellie, you find out all about the secrets they both carryâand they find out youâve been hiding a secret or two of your own.
fall into temptation l completed l đ„ summary: Of all the women to catch Joel Millerâs attentionâit just had to be one of the goddamn preacherâs daughters.
miscellaneous
snapshots l ongoing summary: Moments of Joel Millerâs life in Jackson, Wyoming with his girls.
divider credit @/saradika đ€
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TIS THE DAMN SEASON
ELLIE WILLIAMS
đ€ . ââ the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to youâ and my hometown. Ë* .
pairing: modern au!ellie x ex!reader. based on this song. series summary: jackson, wyoming suffocated you for eighteen years. the only breath of fresh air you got in that small town was your girlfriend, ellie williams, and your friends. the moment you graduate high-school you decide you have to leave for the city. leave them. three years later, you come home for the holidays, and nothings changed. except the fact that in your absence, your family began including your exâs family in their holiday season. you quickly realize how easy it is to fall into old habits with old people. series warnings: heavy angst. hurt with little comfort. some fluff, some smut .christmas/holiday celebrations. high school sweethearts turned exes turned fwb. unhappy-ish ending.
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Master List
What I've been working on lately. All works are 18+, minors DNI
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A note on tipping (AKA please read before you tip!)
Joel Miller x Female Reader
Oneshots/Requests
Bane of My Existence (QZ Smuggler!Joel Miller x Female Reader)
Undone (Dom!Joel Miller x Sub!Female Reader)
Homecoming (DBF!Joel x Female Reader)
Lavender No Outbreak AU Masterlist
Sick Leave (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)
Date Night (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)
Girl Dad (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender)
Long Day (Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender AU)
Long Distance (DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader from Homecoming)
Pick Me (Joel Miller x Female Reader)
Proof of Life (Darkish!Joel Miller x Female Reader, QZ era)
The Watch (Joel Miller x Female Reader, QZ era)
Fucksgiving 2K23: Gray Sweatpants
Game Time - A New in Town College Football One Shot
Wonderland - A Lavender No Outbreak AU One Shot
What Was Lost... - A Lavender One Shot set between chapters 8 and 9
...Can Be Found - A Lavender One Shot set between chapters 47 and 48
Expecting - A Lavender Drabble set between chapters 48 and 49
Undone - No Outbreak AU Joel Miller x Female Reader
Curse and Comfort - A Jackson!Joel Period One Shot
Yearling
After years of surviving in the wilds of Wyoming after the cordyceps outbreak, you find yourself in Jackson. It's a town filled with friendly faces and the kind of world you hardly remember, let alone can connect with or understand. But one man - Joel Miller, another loner, like you - makes you think that trying to find your place in society again might be worth it.
A slow burn friends-to-lovers fan fic.
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Yearling No Outbreak AU
Bambi and Joel find each other in every timeline.
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The Savage and the Sanctuary
After the death of his daughter, Joel Miller fell apart. But when searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle and within his own rage doesn't fix it, he resigns himself to working for his brother in private security. It's a job that starts him down the path to stability and a semblance of a life, even if it's not one he particularly wants. At least it does until you show up.
The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?
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Halcyon
When your life falls apart, you find yourself back in your hometown of Austin, Texas for the first time in more than a decade. Eager to make your own way after a rough divorce, you reconnect with your high school best friend Joel Miller - a man you never thought would be in your life again.
Things have changed since your falling out just before you left for college but friendship with Joel comes easy. His life isn't in any better shape than your own and the two of you make a vow to get your acts together - personal, professional and romantic - in the span of a year. But will your burgeoning connection make it so you can figure everything out or will your history together get in the way?
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Stranger in a bar
You meet a stranger in a bar, one who is fun and sexy and makes you wonder if the single life is all it's cracked up to be. But there's one big problem: you probably shouldn't be fucking your dad's best friend.
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Run Rabbit
It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. Theyâre harsh, theyâre cold and theyâre killers. But, as a nurse, youâre a valuable person to have around and theyâre not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.
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Holly Jolly
Joel Miller has never been a fan of Christmas. It's stressful, it's expensive and it's depressing. But a chance meeting in line to take his five-year-old daughter to see Santa might just change that.
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New in Town
When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type.
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Haunted House - A Halloween one shot
Manic Monday - A New in Town Drabble
Lavender
An age-gap grumpy/sunshine friends-to-lovers (and eventually friends-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers) fanfic that starts pre-outbreak. Will be long running and updated regularly and run through the outbreak and at least season one of TLOU.
Lavender Masterlist
Lavender No Outbreak AU Masterlist
My casting of the OCs
Found Family - Fan Art
Joel & Doc - Fan Art
Family Portrait
Joel - Fan Art
The Mandalorian x Female Reader
Excerpts and previews of Beskar Doll (found in total on AO3), an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers slow burn fic.
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Buycika - a Beskar Doll Drabble
Growing - A Beskar Doll Drabble
Overcome - Din Djarin x Female Reader
For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine
Featuring Joel Miller, Oberyn Martell, Din Djarin
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My Journey to You | Series Masterlist
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Summary | (Post Outbreak) For the past year Joel Miller (age 52), You (Female Reader age 27), and Ellie (age 14) have been searching for Joel's brother Tommy. Recently someone had told you that he had settled in Jackson, Wyoming and now that is where you three are headed. Somewhere along the way, you have fallen hard for the broody, quiet, and sometimes grumpy man named Joel Miller. As the two of you navigate the wilderness together you also have to navigate your feelings for one another in the presence of a teenage girl named Ellie. Survival in the wilderness does not come easy and neither does a relationship with Joel Miller. The question is, can you survive the journey?
Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader. Ellie just is a travel companion and a teenager who is often difficult to deal with.
Fic Warnings | 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Smut, language, unprotected sex, no use of Y/N. See each chapter for specific warnings
Fic Notes | Welcome to my first ever Joel Miller x F!Reader fanfiction. I hope you all like it, as I am enjoying writing it.
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Chapters
Prequel: Just This Once
Ch 1: Frozen Desire
Ch 2: Blood & Pain
Ch 3: Even Tough Hearts Break Under Pressure
Ch 4: Please, I Need You
Ch 5: Woodland Fun
Ch 6: You're Forever Mine
Ch 7: A Silent Promise to You
Ch 8: A Christmas Story
Ch 8.5: Dance With Me
Ch 9: Blood Within Me
Chapter 10 (in progress of writing)
going to be more than 10 chapters, unknown total yet.
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The Last To Know | Part Three
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John Brady x Pilot!Female Reader
The 100th should be nearing the end of its training, receiving its certification for overseas combat. However, as you and Brady both know - man plans, god laughs. Obstacles, however, sometimes present hidden opportunities for connection.
Warnings: MAJOR Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Original Characters, Plane Crashes, Minor Original Character Death, Vomit, Era Typical Sexism/Misogyny, Alcohol Consumption, Tobacco Smoking, Canon Typical Violence, Language, Enemies to Lovers, Weapons of War, Inevitable Musical and Flying Inaccuracies, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.
Author's Note: This story contains an alternate universe where women have been allowed to fly in combat with the USAAF - in a very limited experiment. Reader is a trumpet player. Brief references to Reader's family and backstory. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
Word Count: 6135
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December 1942
âAny news?â Thornton asked as she sank down into the empty chair opposite you.
Shaking your head, you lowered your eyes to the faintly steaming mug cupped between your hands, trying to calm the hopeful race of your heart. You had thought, in vain, she might be bearing word of Bradyâs crew. âNo Maâam.â
She hummed in disappointment, settling back in her seat as she tossed her cap onto the tabletop, carelessness betraying her fatigue. In all honestly, you should be in bed. You, Thornton, and every other person loitering around the Officerâs Club this late on Christmas Eve.
âWell, Merry Christmas, Lieutenant.â She murmured, straightening her jacket as you took a slow slip of your drink.
Correction â this early on Christmas morning.
âYou, too.â You sighed, the pair of you offering tight-lipped nods to Matthews, the barman on duty, as he delivered a cup of coffee for Thornton without prompting.
The forecast that afternoon had been clear skies, no reason to doubt the practice missions slated for the 418th. Not until the planes began returning within an hour or two of take off, bearing reports of abysmal weather â little to no visibility, high winds, heavy snow. All but one plane had returned by sundown.
It was not unheard of for things to go awry during training. Plenty of statistics outlined the dangers of just learning how to fly a B-17, never mind taking it into combat. But this would be the first for the 100th.
As to what you were doing here, participating in this vigil â that was certainly more complicated. A question you were not entirely equipped to answer. All you knew is that you had found it impossible to consider turning in the for night with the status of his entire crew unknown. Croz had proven himself a humble gentleman, Hambone more of an enigma, while Hoerr seemed polite enough â holding doors for any lady who crossed his path, no matter what her occupation.
Perhaps it was the question mark that hung over the fate of those ten men that left you feeling so unsettled, seeking the company of the likeminded in the brightly lit, uncharacteristically quiet Club. The sound of the door closing lifted your, and everyone elseâs, head, your heart leaping into your throat as Flescher stepped into view. The entire crowd seemed to hold its collective breath, waiting on the 418thâs CO to speak, until Bucky sidled up behind him grinning broadly.
âCrash landed in Wyoming, all ten of âem are shaken up but fine.â Egan crowed, basking in the cheer of delight that went up from the collected officers.
Exhaling in relief, you sank lower in your chair, taking a deep sip to finish your drink as Matthews was quickly put to service pouring celebratory shots.
âThatâs my cue.â You nodded to Thornton, standing wearily, feeling suddenly fatigued as the nervous worry that had been keeping you awake rapidly leeched from your body.
âNot staying to celebrate?â She quirked an eyebrow.
âIâm already up way past my bedtime, Maâam. Merry Christmas.â You repeated with a nod, setting your empty mug on the return cart before sliding around the perimeter of the room to avoid getting ensnared in any raucous celebrations.
The night air was cold, sending your hands diving into the fleece-lined pockets of your jacket, breath misting from your lips as you made your way back to barracks. Getting ready as quietly as possible, adding a few more pieces of wood to the stoves before shuffling towards your bed, you turned to the rack beside yours as Lionheart whispered your name.
âYeah?â You replied just as quietly.
âWhatâs the word?â
âSafe in Wyoming.â
âMmm thatâs good.â She murmured, voice laden with sleep as she turned over, falling still as she was soon unconscious once more.
Sliding onto your mattress and pulling the blankets right up to your chin, you swallowed tightly as you found yourself wholeheartedly in agreement. It was good that they were safe. Every single one of them. Even that irksome Brady.
They were back on base within two days, a new plane arriving for them just one day after that â war production had vastly improved, even in the last two months. They returned to a Group in the midst of packing up to move to yet another base, another phase of training.
Sioux City, Iowa was your next home, located at the convergence of the states of Iowa, South Dakota, and Nebraska. Arriving the very first day of 1943, the only warmth was in the greeting from the local ground crew, the 100thâs having split off to Kearney, Nebraska to receive their next phase of training separately. The temperature was all of nine degrees, the cold of the wind gnawing at any exposing skin and laying down thick sheets of ice on the runways.
Despite hygiene regulations requiring space between beds, everyone in the barracks found it a great deal warmer to sleep as close to one another as possible, cots pushed together, huddled under as many blankets as could be found, some even resorting to their high-altitude gear to get comfortable. The deep freeze held Iowa tight in its grasp and did not let go for the first week of January. Aircraft engines refused to start, more than a few personnel were injured due to slips and falls on the treacherous ice lurking beneath skiffs of powdery snow or deceptively coloured as black as innocuous concrete.
The 100th found itself grounded at the mercy of mother nature, the vast majority of your colleagues revelling in the proximity to the city and its numerous USO dances. You, yourself, found the lull in activity and purpose tedious.
Burying your nose into the fleecy collar of your flight jacket after yet another failed attempt at a practice mission, you parted ways with your frostbitten crew. The invitation to spend another afternoon in the womenâs make-shift club poring over the haul of fashion magazines Nita had procured on her trip off base make your stomach turn and you eagerly pointed your toes towards the hangar to see what the boys in the ground crew were up to. While you might not be able to get up into the air today, you could at least spend time with experienced technicians and perhaps learn a thing or two.
Pulling open the heavy man-door, you stepped into the slightly warmer space where the sounds of repair and idle chatter bounced off the metal roof and walls. There were a few other officers in attendance, most likely longing to be in the air, same as you, but stuck here on the frozen plains with nothing better to do than watch the men in grease-stained coveralls dissemble engines and work on the guts of the machines they normally flew in.
There was one man, off to the side, with several open cans of paint, carefully working on some nose art on a rather spotless looking aircraft. Raising a curious eyebrow as you found painting to be a rather optimistic endeavour in these temperatures, you found your feet carrying you in his direction, peering over at the tail number. â42-300071â you noted with a slight huff. Bradyâs new plane, of course. At the sarcastic exhale, the unfamiliar man looked up to you quickly and you stepped closer to address him properly.
âPretty sure youâve got the lettering wrong there, Sergeant.â Your lips twitched playfully, watching him pale nervously as his eyes darted back to the three-quarters finished âSkipper.â
âMâŠMaâam?â He squeaked out nervously, drawing the attention of several passers-by.
âThat should most definitely read âBradyâs Crash Wagon.ââ A grin snuck its way onto your lips as the hangar erupted with laughter, a rather perturbed John Brady stalking around the nose of the plane to eye you in annoyance.
Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, lest you burst out laughing, you could not help but notice that his cap was pulled low on his head, pushing his ears out slightly, giving him the appearance of an overgrown field mouse. Raising a shoulder in a half-shrug of nonchalance, you continued on your way towards an engine stripped of its parts, crouching down to watch the technician hard at work on one of the gears â a tiny yet integral piece.
âYouâre a real cut-up, Bo Peep.â Egan beamed, clapping you on the shoulder playfully, driving that laugh that had been stubbornly hovering in the back of your throat past the barrier of your lips as you straightened to face him. You could not help but notice the faint-hearted laugh he produced, the fact that the expression did not quite reach his eyes.
âYou ok, Major?â You murmured, referring to him by his recently promoted rank.
His eyes met yours, studying you for a moment before he nodded and offered a wink. âJust fine, Bo Peep. Stay warm, huh?â He patted your shoulder again before moving along, leaving you alone with your confusion and growing sense of unease.
A glance back over your shoulder at the flushed face of Brady, surrounded by his bright-faced comrades as they watched the final touches being put on the nose of his plane provided no insights. Buckyâs uncharacteristic moment of solemnity became did not become more understandable until Thornton cornered you a few days later with the news that Wing was reticent to certify the 100th for overseas combat. The lack of flying days here in Iowa, combined with the limited planes available at the outset in Washington, capped off with the disorderly transition from base to base â including one particular crewâs detour to Minneapolis to send a message via wrench dropped out of a machine gun portâŠwell it had all raised a lot of doubts in the minds of your superiors.
âHow bad are we talking here?â You murmured, leaning in closer as a few girls filtered by towards the showers. âA complete failure of the experiment?â Your throat clenched painfully around the words, feeling more than a little queasy at the thought that after months of hard work, you might be packing it up to head home anyway.
âDutch doesnât foresee it being quite so dire, just promise me youâll keep your nose clean, Lieutenant. Weâve been perfect thus far, now we must be simply flawless.â
âUnderstood, Maâam.â You nodded quickly, parting with a sharp salute, hurrying toward the Mess Hall to dig into some breakfast.
The warmth on the breeze, a sudden turn in the weather, was a hopeful sign and one that did allow you all to get back into the air. Your efforts to arrange Deep in the Heart of Texas for the 280thâs band to play for Thornton on her birthday, in honor of her home state, also proved an excellent distraction. While the vast majority of officers had absconded off base for one of the ubiquitous USO dances, you had taken up residence in the corner of the Officerâs Club, taking the record player hostage as the Ladies Club did not have one on this base. With your one purchased copy of the score, and multiple handwritten versions spread out on the table before you, Matthews groaned as you set the needle on the outside of the record to play the song yet again, wanting to read through the clarinet part you had just written out.
âIâm so sorry, I promise Iâll buy another drink in a moment and improve your sales for the night.â You glanced back over your shoulder at him apologetically, startled to meet the blue eyes of Brady, leaning up against the bar.
âWhatever you say, Lieutenant.â Matthews huffed good naturedly and you jerked your focus back to the task at hand as the voice of Bing Crosby, playing significantly quieter than usual, still managed to fill the basically empty club as your eyes traced along your penciled in notes.
As the song came to end, you lifted the needle, the tuneless scratching of vinyl ceasing, as you tapped your pencil against your lower lip in thought. The arrangement seemed fine in all honesty, but fine was most definitely not what you were aiming for with your birthday tribute to the inspiration for your entire squadron. Pulling the score for the trumpets closer you exhaled heavily, once again debating about which instrument ought to be carrying the melody in the second verse when a voice startled you from behind.
âSaxophones ought to be stepping out there.â Brady murmured thoughtfully, ice clinking against the side of his glass as he took a sip.
Shoulders stiffening nearly to your ears, you glared down at the page before you. âOf course you would say that; you spend all your spare time with a reed in your mouth.â
Huffing a little, he settled down, completely uninvited, in the chair to your left. âLook here, horn lady,â his annoyingly elegant finger jabbed into the sheet music, âyouâre overlooking a powerful and impactful instrument that would add dimension to this section.â
Wrenching your eyes from his insistent digit to his stubbornly set face, his jaw jutting slightly forward, you began to regret referring to his mouth earlier as your eyes were tempted to drift there. âYou forget that I only have two to rely upon.â You countered quickly, trying to distract yourself.
âOnly takes one good saxophone to steal the show.â He replied with a minute smirk, slowly sipping his drink and making you grit your teeth before pulling the scores together.
Using your eraser, you made his suggested changes for the second verse, putting the saxophones in the spotlight and the clarinets on harmony, before setting it all in front of him. âYou listen, Iâve stared at this far too long.â
Standing quickly, you set the song to play once more before stalking over to the bar, intent on fetching the drink from Matthews as promised. Assuming the lean Brady had occupied a few minutes prior, you were pleasantly surprised to see him still sat at the table, diligently reviewing the music before him as the song played. Paying and tipping Matthews handsomely as you accepted your beverage, your lips parted in surprise as Brady went to the lengths of setting the song to play again.
âChrist almighty, there are two of you now.â Matthews groaned bitterly and you shot him yet another apologetic grimace.
âSorry, Matthews.â
âWhatever, justâŠIâll be in the back doing stock if anyone needs me.â He sighed dramatically, tossing his towel over his shoulder and disappearing through the doorway behind the bar.
Returning to the table slowly, you swallowed to find Brady jotting down his thoughts on the back of a spare sheet. Resuming your seat carefully, so as not to disturb him, you froze slightly as he suddenly turned his gaze to you.
âItâs a fair startââ He began and so did your struggle to actually listen to the rest of what he had to say rather than immediately fight back defensively.
Though it utterly galled you to admit it, he made numerous good points. You had heard he was a professional musician, had done his degree in music, played with Bunny Berrigan. Hell, you had seen and heard him play yourself at that holiday concert. And his acumen was showing here again, right now. Swallowing your pride, as much as it painfully scraped its way down your throat, you forced yourself to take his advice, to make the changes. Until it came to your substitution for the claps during the refrain.
âI say keep them with the horns, but donât play these notes, actually clap â youâll get the audience to join in.â
Your pencil halted in place above your score, head jerking up to look at him. âYouâd reduce us to percussion.â You said flatly, tone dripping with disbelief.
Sighing impatiently, he leaned back in his chair crossing his arms. âFine, someone needs to clap. Your bandleader?â
Raising both your eyebrows, a laugh of disbelief escaped you. âKeever?! Oh thatâs rich sheâdâŠâ your voice trailed off as you imagined her displeasure. How annoyed she would be at such a lowly job and yet how easily explainable it would be. A dark grin of delight tugged at your lips, and you nodded firmly, grabbing the clarinet score and making a special note, just for Keever.
âOnce more, to be sure?â He asked around the pipe now clenched in his teeth, and you nodded firmly, laying the parts at an angle between the pair of you as he set up the record to play one more time, the heavy thud of a box being dropped on the bar sounding from behind you.
The pair of you glanced back to see Matthews disappearing back into the stockroom, muttering unintelligibly under his breath, before turning back to look over your handiwork, nodding along quietly as the song played before you leaned back with a sigh of relief.
âThatâs it.â Brady nodded, turning off the record player, curls of smoke trailing from his lips.
Nodding as you finished the dregs of your drink with one deep swallow, you moved to assemble your papers into order, blinking as he held out the record for you to tuck away into its sleeve. Not quite capable of offering words of thanks to the man, you opted instead to provide a deep nod of gratitude, packing it away and heading out for the night.
The band had a week and a half to perfect the piece, using every available moment to practice. The unfinished pool, construction halted for the winter, proved to be the perfect space to keep the endeavour secret â though both yourself and Keever found it much harder to explained prolonged absences to Thornton. After one too many close calls, and one rather intense exchange involving a remarkable amount of perspiration for January in Iowa, you found it necessary to employ the assistance of Egan to keep her off the scent. The man proved more than eager and up to the task at distracting her with inane drabble or outright chaos as the situation warranted.
He was with her right now, distracting her with some meeting along with Dutch, Cleven, Kidd, Flescher, AlkireâŠat least you were desperately trying to convince yourself that was all it was â and not the dire news you had been praying would not come to pass. Andie shouted your name, drawing your eyes from the blur of music stanzas in front of you to where your Co-pilot was setting down a large slab cake with the assistance of Lionheart.
âHere??â She called again and you gave her the thumbs up through the clouds of balloons and streamers â the decorations having reached astronomic proportions under Buckyâs insistence.
Turning back to warming up, your attention was once again snagged by actions on the floor as Dutch hurried in with Cleven, sliding his blunt fingers into his mouth and giving a sharp whistle. âSheâs two minutes out! Places!â
There were times when you questioned the military training of the members of the 100th, but this was not one of them. With surprising efficiency, all of those gathered, including the enlisted women with special permission to enter the Officerâs Club for the evening, quieted down and assembled along the sides of the room emptied of furniture to allow for the extra bodies. You barely registered the opening of the door before a great cheer when up, Keever turning to the band expectantly. Holding the opening note of Happy Birthday for a few beats until the crowd took the cue, she signalled with a bob of her head to proceed with the rest of the tune, the band playing as the crowd eagerly sang to the blushing woman as Bucky guided her to the over-sized cake on the bar.
There were more cheers, which then tripled in volume once she blew out the candles and then, at last, came time for your surprise. Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from your palms onto your olive drab skirt while the attention of the crowd was elsewhere, you took a steadying breath as Keever turned back to begin Deep in the Heart of Texas. As you had assumed, there had been a great deal of push back from her regarding the refrain claps, but you had done an admirable job selling her importance of that role as bandleader. And watching her eyes light up upon taking in the force with which the crowd executed those claps along with her convinced you that it had been worth it.
Damn that John Brady.
Shuffling from the bandstand to thunderous applause at the end of the song, you smiled to Matthews gratefully as he cued up the record player, revellers taking to the dancefloor as you moved to find your instrument case to pack up.
âLieutenant.â Thorntonâs voice cut through the din as her hand landed on your shoulder with a squeeze. Turning to face her warmly, your eyes widened as she pulled you close in a warm embrace. âThank you.â She said emphatically in your ear.
Pulling back with a quizzical look on your face, she cracked a small smile.
âEgan.â She clarified and you shook your head with a smirk, feeling the expression leech away as her face fell solemn.
âMaâam?â
âItâs not dissolution butâŠmore training. A month at least.â She leaned in, confirming that the meeting had, in fact, not been a ruse.
Setting your mouth into a grim line, you exhaled deeply through your nose, nodding once to show you had heard her even if you did not fully understand the reasoning. Parting from you with one final squeeze of your shoulder, you turned to wend your way through the raucous crowd, punching the door open into the frigid night, forgetting all about your case. You were about ten steps away from the building when you heard Brady calling your name.
Turning back sharply, you saw him jogging over to you, trumpet case in hand. âIt was good.â
Snagging it from him roughly, you gulped. âNot good enough.â
âWhat are you talking about?â He tilted his head, acutely resembling a bewildered puppy.
Casting your eyes around the desolate exterior of the building and finding only the ghosts of your exhales hanging in the air, you swallowed. âWeâre not getting certification.â
His gaze hardened. âYour scores are perfect.â He muttered, tone soured by what you could only assume was envy.
Bradyâs reply wrung a bitter laugh from your aching chest. âI could turn water into wine, Brady, and they would say itâs because I canât make beer. Besides, theyâre not going to certify one crew, one squadron even. Itâs the whole Group or nothing.â
âDamn.â He grunted. âDo you know how long?â
âA month, at least. Just pray itâs not in this desolate ice field.â You shook your head, leaving him alone in the freezing night.
It was not. At least not for the 418th and 280th. Two days after Thorntonâs tainted birthday celebrations, you were on the move once again, to Boise, Idaho. The semi-arid conditions there brought a return temperatures in the forties and regular training flights without the same biting cold of Iowa. It did little to lift the spirits of the splintered squadrons, the 349th, 350th, and 351st scattered hither and yon, the entire Groupâs future feeling utterly precarious despite Thorntons assurances that it would not be a permanent separation.
Certain men, of whom Pratt was the most vocal, were more than happy to lay the blame at the feet of the women of the 280th, but in comparison, both on paper and in the air, your squadron was unquestionably outperforming any other as the calendar turned first to February and then onto March. Temperatures rose, the spring rains came to the Treasure Valley, and Blakely married his Sioux City sweetheart, shipped in by train for the occasion accompanied by Hamboneâs wife.
You had been learning more than just their names during this prolonged period of training in exile, finding that not only had the weather thawed but so too had some of their reticence to interact with the ladies of the 280th as equals. That was, of course, not to say that things did not remain frosty between you and Brady â no, that friction would most likely never resolve, but perhaps the pair of you might be able to function as colleagues.
March 29 dawned warm and remarkably humid, sending your eyes suspiciously skyward to assess the seemingly innocent clouds scudding along briskly in the stiff breeze. Halting your steps on your way to the Mess Hall, you planted your hands on your hips and furrowed your brow, doing your best to ignore the way Andie was snickering at you.
âYou trying to give Stormy a run for his money?â
Shaking your head with a sigh, mostly at yourself, you put one foot in front of the other to continue onward toward breakfast. âWeatherâs off, thatâs all.â You shrugged and held the door open for her to make up for delaying her meal.
With a nod of thanks she stepped into the Officerâs Mess, usually filled with a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces here in Idaho. In a way it had been a blessing your squadron had been sent along with another â it limited the number of unpleasant encounters with each new Group rotation, watching some other bunch of men making their way through training more expediently than the 100th also had the added benefit of forging deeper bonds between your two squadrons. The Mess was quieter today, however, the members of the 393rd Bomb Group off on an early morning mission. They would surely be moving on next week and the question on everyoneâs mind was, would you also get that chance?
It had been a cramped stay, with no spare buildings for the women to make their own club, no time or space for the band to practice. The desire to get certified and get into combat was searing inside everyone by now, it was just a matter of convincing Wing that you were truly ready. Bellies full, crews were assembled and loaded onto transport trucks after the briefing. Dual squadron bombing run without ordinance was the order of the day, but you found your eyes narrowing in on the clouds beginning to grow vertically over the valley as the heat of the day increased under the influence of the sun.
âIf the weather allowsâŠâ You muttered under your breath to yourself as you jumped off the truck in front of your plane, which the girls had lovingly named âIce Boxâ thanks to the cold temperatures you all endured while flying inside it.
âOk, Stormy.â Andie sassed, happy to assure you she had overheard your pessimism before she slid aboard, making you roll your eyes as you followed.
You wished you had not been right. In fact, there were a lot of things you wished went differently that day.
Take off was rough, the plane buffeted by cross winds and turbulence that had even the seasoned members of your crew questioning the wisdom of their generous breakfast. After much discussion between Blakely and Thornton, the squadrons pushed higher to try and find a smoother altitude above the clouds. The problem was the clouds only continued to bubble and boil higher and higher into the stratosphere, seeming to chase your aircraft.
Glancing out the small window to your left, you frowned as there was no friendly flat-top to these clouds, apparently nothing to limit their towering heights. Listening to nothing other than the sound of your own exhales echoing harshly against the rubber of your mask, you bit off a curse and made the decision to call the lead plane of your squadron to express your concern about the obvious storm clouds.
âZoot Suit three to Zoot Suit lead.â
âGo ahead.â Came Thorntonâs reply, tone perfectly even.
âIâm thinking these storm clouds are more dangerous than they look.â
âZoot Suit three, same conversation occurring in our cockpit, standby.â
Exhaling slowly, both relieved that she agreed and yet tension increasing now that your sense of apprehension was validated, you nearly missed the bolt of lightning that jumped from one cloud to another in front of the nose of your plane. The thunder, however, was inescapable, the airframe of your B-17 rattling with the proximity of it.
âWell!â Andie huffed. âThink that oughta convince her.â
You were about to reply when a forceful updraft caught the underside of the left wing, driving the plane towards the underside of Biddickâs fort above you, cockeyed, but at such an acute angle you were increasingly at risk of stalling out and sliding backward into the 280thâs formation behind you.
âShit.â You hissed before barking out to the crew. âHold on!â
Grasping the throttles, you split the right backward and the left forward, trying to drive the left wing downward as you pulled on the yoke to bank clear of any other planes. The engines whined at the sudden and disparate demands, but thankfully complied, the aircraft spiralling down and away from causing any harm to those around you. Gritting your teeth against the force of the turn, you fought to level out once you had dropped clear, shooting Andie a grateful look as her hand joined yours on the throttle and you pulled on the yokes together.
Chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath, the adrenaline was still singing through your veins as Thorntonâs voice came through your headset.
âZoot Suit lead to Zoot Suit three, everything all right down there?â
âLevelled out now, yes Maïżœïżœïżœam.â Your voice was embarrassingly thin but nevertheless audible.
âZoot Suit lead to all Zoot Suit pilots, Charlie, Delta, Eight, Niner, Alpha, Echo.â
Heaving a sight of relief as she called out the scrub code for your squadron, you remained at your lower altitude, watching the 280th peel off and descend before moving to join their tail as they headed back to base.
âRed Meat lead to all Read Meat pilots, following suit.â Came Blakelyâs call shortly after was very validating to hear, though the derisive snort emanating from Pratt made your grip tighten painfully on the controls.
âOne dumb girl canât control her plane and we have to scrub?â He remarked snidely across all the channels, making your blood boil.
âRed Meat six, you have been given the order to scrub, you will turn that plane around or I will take it up with Flescher the moment we land.â
Instinctively looking over your shoulder told you nothing, nothing visible but empty sky from your vantage point, but from the sounds of it, Pratt was continuing on along the mission route, through the thickening clouds and almost persistent thunder.
âCowardâŠâ Was the last transmission, a cruel barb that made your very skin crawl as you would have happily defied that label being applied to any person in the air at the moment, even if it cost you your life.
No further arguments exchanged, you were left the assume that Pratt had complied. Rain opened up, an obscuring curtain of water that nearly hid the runway from view. Mercifully, you were not the first to land, relying on those that found the ground safely before you to help guide you out of the unfriendly sky. Taxiing to your hardstand, you were in the process of removing your flying helmet when Prattâs plane, being batted about in the wind as though it was crafted of paper, made your breath catch in your throat. Lightning tore through the sky once more, that clouds having since coalesced into one solid wall of black behind him, making the mighty flying fortress appear small.
The sight of an updraft snagging his plane, an occurrence not dissimilar to that which you and your crew had narrowly escaped, sent your heart plummeting, your eyes sliding shut in resignation as the aircraft was thrown helplessly higher into the sky before arcing viciously towards the ground. The resulting cacophonous boom of the explosion, distinct from thunder, had the ladies still sheltering inside the bomber crying out in terror.
âWho was it?â
âOh god we gotta go help them!â
âNo one coulda survived thatâŠâ
Yanking the helmet the rest of the way off your head to remove the headset from your ears, you pressed your thumb between your eyebrows to fight off the intense wave of nausea threatening you. The bitter taste of bile was in the back of your throat, creeping higher, and you struggled to take calming breaths as the storm continued to rage outside.
There was not a kind bone in that manâs body, but you had not wished him death. Not even after he accused you of incompetence, nor each and everyone of you of cowardice. Wrenching the sliding window of the cockpit open you stuck your head out the side to lose the remnants of your breakfast, warm rain pelting your face in the process, washing away the evidence.
Retreating back to your seat, you looked to Andie startled as she held out a handkerchief, by some miracle keeping all commentary to herself for once. Quickly drying your face, you tucked it into your pocket with a nod of thanks before wending your way back toward the hatch, coaxing the wide-eyed, shocked girls from the plane and into the covered crew truck to be ferried back to the briefing hut.
That interrogation felt a lot less like practice, Dutch making a beeline for your table and leaning in closely to listen in on your description of the evasive action you had taken, followed by your crewâs collective description of the crash.
The entire room felt muted, everyoneâs voices lowered, hushed, like you were already attending the funerals of those eleven men â Prattâs crew and their experienced observer â who had fallen out of the sky trying to land in the storm.
Maybe if Pratt had turned around when Blakely ordered, he could have beaten the brunt of it. Or maybe there had been nothing that he could have done.
You were starting to feel sick again, excessive perspiration accumulating beneath your flight suit, driving you to open it halfway. Rising quickly to your feet as soon as you were dismissed, you stepped outside desperately to gulp in the fresh air, finding it smelling sweet and feeling cool now that the storm had passed, taking all the humidity with it.
âBo-peep!â Blakely called out and you turned to see him standing off to the side with a few pilots from the 418th, sharing matches to light their preferred delivery methods for their precious tobacco.
Swallowing hesitantly as he waved you over, you took another life-saving breath of restorative air before moving to join them, more than a little curious at the invitation.
âWhat did you do before all this?â He asked, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear to light once the book of matches reached him.
Furrowing your brows slightly as you looked from him to Biddick, then Brady, it slowly dawned on you that this was some odd form of acceptance into the group. Tucking the piece of gum you had been fervently chewing to overcome the taste of vomit into your cheek, you shrugged.
âCrop-dusting, mostly, odd jobs in the winter.â
His brown eyes widened slightly as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke up and away from you. âYou flew before joining up.â It was not a question, more of an âaha!â statement.
Nodding slowly, you tucked your thumbs into the corners of your pockets. âAlmost two years.â
âHowâd you get out of that updraft?â Bradyâs blunt question cut through Blakelyâs moment of revelation, drawing all eyes onto him.
His fingers were tightly grasping the bowl of his pipe, eyes fix firmly on you.
âYeah, you didnât even clip the lady beside you, spin out, stall, nothinâ.â Biddick shook his head in disbelief.
Bowing your head slightly under the intense scrutiny and praise, you shrugged humbly before taking a breath, trying to remember what you had even done. It had all been instinct. âSplit the throttles to overcome the punch to the left wing, took her down in a sharp turn, then Andie and I levelled her out together.â You spoke slowly as each motion came back to you.
âWell, hell, you be sure to tell me anytime I need to stay away from a cloud alright?â Blakely smirked and you laughed softly in surprise.
âWill do.â You nodded in return.
You felt comfort in the sudden levity, in the grins they sent your way, the claps they landed on your shoulder. You had earned their respect, even if it had taken nearly five months, and it meant a lot.
Even if Brady was staring at you silently with his striking blue eyes, his pipe clenched between his teeth.
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Welcome to my collection of series! Listed by character, including drabbles and specials set within each universe. Please read tags and warnings listed under each series and chapter before reading. All my series are 18+ only, minors DNI.
DIETER BRAVO
Consent (complete)
E đ | Eight-part series | Intimacy Coordinator F!Reader
You are the intimacy coordinator for Dieter Bravoâs risquĂ© new film. When he fails to show up for rehearsal, you go in search for him. Did you really expect to find him in anything but a compromising position?
Itâs Consent Season (complete)
A trio of fics voted by readers for the 2022 holiday season, set after the main series.
JACK DANIELS
Palomino (complete)
E đ | Nine-part series | solo travel romance | F!reader
Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip youâd booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need.
A Palomino Christmas (complete)
Holidays special 2022, set after the end of the series.
JOEL MILLER
Seams (in progress)
Will be E đ | short mini series | Sewist F!Reader
Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a ânormalâ life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little⊠tight.
One day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store for help. There, he meets you.
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Prompt: hot chocolate Pairing: joel miller x f!Reader Word Count: 3,196 Warnings: barely beta'd, all mistakes my own, this is au and way off the plot of anything to do with TLOU, mentions of coffee and festive fluff and introductions to our characters â Summary: maplewood, a small town nestled in northern bc where people flock to see the festive decorations of main street and enjoy the festive traditions. finding yourself back home and working for the family business, you strike up a friendship with the town's local contractor. AO3: Linked
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The Little Coffee Shop Around the Corner - Part I
Joel Miller was the type who didnât believe in buying coffee from a coffee shop. He had a perfectly good coffee maker at home that heâd had for a quarter century now. One that had moved countries and still worked just as well as it had done the first day heâd bought it.Â
Well, that was until that very morning.Â
With a sputter and a final wheeze, the machine gave up the ghost, leaving Joel staring in disbelief at his kitchen counter. Grudgingly accepting defeat, he grabbed his coat and ventured out to his truck on the brisk Maplewood morning.
Heâd moved to the small Canadian town a handful of years ago with his daughter Sarah from Austin Texas. Many had questioned his decision to move not just to another country, but to a town that was drastically different and far removed from Austin.
He hadnât answered with much more than a shrug.
His contracting business had been doing well enough to live an easy life, step back and enjoy someone else taking the reigns.Â
That was until he became a widow at the age of thirty-six and all heâd wanted to do was get out of dodge. Everywhere he turned, there were reminders of her, making it too difficult for him to stay.
Sarah's arrival came after both of his parents had passed away. His brother Tommy had already moved to Wyoming in pursuit of joining a community that he insisted wasn't a commune, and he had settled down and started a family. This left him alone with Sarah, so when they were presented with the opportunity for her to receive a scholarship from a prestigious Canadian school with full access to their renowned soccer program, they eagerly took it as a chance for a new beginning. Despite its remote location in British Columbia, they saw it as a fresh start.
The transition had been challenging, no doubt about it. Neither of them possessed any winter clothing, and they both had to adapt to a new currency (Joel still struggled with the difference between a Loonie and a Toonie) while navigating unfamiliar locations. However, the warmth of the town's reception overshadowed all of those challenges. No one prodded for information or tried to uncover gossip; instead, they were embraced with open arms and quickly became just another part of the Maplewood community.
Sarah had quickly adapted to her new school, which didn't come as a surprise. Meanwhile, Joel had discovered that the town was in desperate need of a handyman, and soon enough Miller Contracting was back in business.Â
Pulling into a parking space on the main street outside of the bookstore Sarah often frequented, Joel rubbed his hands together cursing leaving his gloves at home. Despite his years in Maplewood, winter still felt like a shock every time it rolled around.
After taking a moment to orient himself, he recalled that the coffee shop was located to the left around the corner. With this in mind, he began his journey to the end of the street. Luckily, his workload for the day was relatively light, so this unexpected diversion wouldn't cause too much delay
The stores had wasted no time in getting out their Christmas decorations, he looked across the street as he walked to the bakery - its window frames draped in holly and ivy, punctuated by glittering baubles were no exception. Merry Tree Trek, a Christmas tree scavenger hunt put on by the town's businesses was due to start the following day. One of the many traditions Maplewood had for the festive season.Â
As Joel entered 'True North Brews,' the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the gentle hum of conversation welcomed him. The shop was packed with locals, all happily chatting away as they waited for their orders to be ready. Standing in line, he scanned the menu, feeling out of his depth. This was Sarahâs territory - he usually was just there to provide payment before they headed on to whatever errand needed to be completed next.
He took in the festive decor as he waited in line. Christmas lights had been strung along the edges of the bar, while fake holly adorned every pillar in sight. Paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling and garlands of green and red festooned the fireplace. Which crackled merrily at one end of the room, and he smiled to himself as he watched an elderly couple sitting close together on one of the sofas near it - no doubt soaking up every minute of extra warmth they could get before trudging back out into the cold night air.
Thatâs when he noticed you behind the counter. You were relatively new, he knew your name and that you were the owner's daughter â Sarah had regaled your appearance in Maplewood several months back when you'd stopped by the bakery. Right now you were serving the townâs newest member of the tourism board, he couldnât remember her name but knew heâd seen her with Marcus from the bakery here and there. Your eyes met briefly, and a hint of a smile danced on your lips.
Finally, it was his turn to order, âHey Joel,â you said, recognizing him from his numerous visits with his daughter, âNo Sarah today?â
He shook his head, âJust me.â
âIn that case, what can I make for you?â you asked, your voice cheery in light of Joelâs look of utmost confusion.
âJust coffee, please,â he said, in a tone that suggested this was an everyday request.
You raised an eyebrow playfully. âCoffee? Coffee means a lot of different things around here. What kind of coffee would you like?â
Joel scratched his head, looking a bit lost. âUh, just your regular coffee, you know? Nothing fancy,â he replied, his Texas drawl more pronounced.
You leaned against the counter with a friendly grin. âHow about trying something a bit festive? A peppermint mocha, perhaps? It's like a holiday in a cup!â
Joel's eyebrows rose in surprise, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. âThat's far too fancy for my tastes.â he laughed, âJust a regular black coffee will do.â
You nodded understandingly but with a twinkle in your eye. âTell you what, how about an Americano? It's close to black coffee but with a bit more character. It's on the house, and if you don't like it, you can come back, and I'll make you a straight-up black coffee. But, I have a hunch you might enjoy the Americano.â
Joel looked surprised but intrigued. âWell, when you put it that way... sure, I'll give it a try.â
As you began preparing his order, Joel glanced around, noticing the line behind him starting to grow. âLooks like you've got a busy day ahead,â he remarked.
You smiled, handing him the Americano. âMaplewood wakes up early during the holiday season. Enjoy your coffee, and remember, if it's not to your liking, come back up for that black coffee.â
Joel opened his mouth to respond, but the bustling line behind him urged him forward, cutting short the chance for a proper response. He settled for a quick, âThanks,â and moved aside.
Later that day as you were wiping down the counters, your mother Jean and the current owner of the coffee shop, joined you out front. âI've been thinking,â she began, her voice laced with a blend of both excitement and seriousness.Â
âThatâs dangerous,â you quipped, ignoring the scowl she sent you as she made her way around the counter to the front of the store.
âI was thinking,â she said ignoring you, âthat now might be a good time for me to step back with you back in town.â
You paused, cloth in hand. Coming back to Maplewood hadn't been your first choice, especially after things ended with Max. Your ex-boyfriend who had suddenly gotten too tied up in climbing the corporate ladder, after a business trip across seas, to notice the relationship unravelling.Â
âI really donât know how long Iâm going to be here,â you replied, having already been in town a month longer than your original plan of just six weeks.
The statement was not an exaggeration; the apartment had been in Max's name, and the two of you had always planned to add your own on the deed. But procrastination got in the way. With rental prices on the rise and a sabbatical from work, coming home was your only option until you could figure out your next move.
She shrugged, âDoesnât matter, as long as itâs long enough for me to do some travelling, get a taste of what an early retirement could look like.â
You sighed, âWhatâs the angle here, Mom?â
âWhat angle?â she responded as she fussed with the tree youâd both decorated with coffee-themed decor the night before for the Merry Tree Trek.
Your mother had a knack for mixing business with motherly concern in a way that only she could. She glanced at you over the rim of her glasses, a half-smile playing on her lips.
âNo angle,â She said, adjusting a tiny coffee bean ornament. âI've been running True North Brews since before you were born, and it's been a dream. But, I'm not getting any younger, and the world's a big place. I'd like to see some of it while I still can.â
You couldn't help but smile at her adventurous spirit, something you had undoubtedly inherited. âYou want to travel? Since when?â
âSince always,â she replied with a twinkle in her eye. âThe shop has been in our family for two generations now. I'd hate to see it end up in different hands, or worse, closed down.â
The weight of her words hung in the air. Taking over the coffee shop wasn't something you had considered seriously. You had other dreams, didn't you? But then again, the shop was more than just a business; it was a piece of Maplewood's heart, and undeniably, a big part of your family's legacy.
Your mother continued, âI know you're figuring things out, and I'm not asking you to decide right this second. But think about it. This place could use your touch and your ideas. You've always had a knack for making people feel welcome, just like your grandmother did when she opened this place.â
You leaned against the counter, absorbing her words. The coffee shop had been a staple in your life for as long as you could remember. Your earliest memories were of playing behind the counter, the smell of coffee always in the air.
Perhaps this unexpected turn of events was not just a setback but an opportunity, a chance to add your chapter to the story of Maple Brews.
âI'll think about it,â you said finally, a mix of apprehension and excitement bubbling inside you. But you still threw her a pointed look, âjust thinking about it, okay?â
âThat's all I'm asking,â she replied, her eyes softening. âNow, help me with this stubborn string of lights, will you? This tree needs to look perfect for when the scavenger hunt starts this afternoon.â
It was nearing closing when the ring of the bell at the front door rang signalling a customer. Looking up you saw Marcus, the owner of Maple Delights standing at the door, stamping his feet to rid his boots of the snow that had started the fall that afternoon.
âHey Marcus,â you greeted, âcan I get you anything?â you asked as you accepted a stack of pink cake boxes from him. Maple Delights had a long-standing business deal with True North Brews to sell their baked goods in their displays - one that extended beyond Marcus' tenure as owner.
He gave you a wide smile, âActually, itâs what you can do for me?â
You raised an eyebrow, âWell, Iâm intrigued.â
âSo, the Jingle Bell Movie night later this month,â he said, posing the event as a question. It was an annual tradition of the town, with everyone coming together for an evening of festivities and movie-watching in the community centre. âI was thinking, what if Maple Delights and True North Brews tag-teamed the event?â
Your interest was piqued. âGo on,â you encouraged.
Marcus's eyes lit up. âI'll supply the treatsâcookies, pastries, you name itâand you guys could handle the hot drinks? Hot chocolate, spiced cider, maybe some festive coffee concoctions?â
You nodded, already visualizing the bustling event. âSounds like a perfect match to me. Maple Delights' treats and our drinks? The town will love it!â
âHey, speaking of the bakery, question for you about the renovations you did when you bought the place. You restored it to its original façade, right?â you asked, as Marcus leant against the counter.
He smiled, a hint of pride in his voice. âYeah, I did. Wanted to preserve a piece of Maplewoodâs history. The building has such character, it felt right to bring it back to its former glory.â
âWell, it certainly is stunning. It must've been quite a project,â you remarked.
Marcus nodded. âIt was a labour of love, but totally worth it in the end.â
Your mind was buzzing with ideas and your mother's earlier conversation replaying over in your head, âWho did you get in to do the work?â you asked, knowing that Maplewood wasn't exactly crawling with talented contractors and designers.
âActually it was Joel Miller, he did the renovation.â
âReally?â you asked, surprised.
Marcus chuckled. âJoel really did some great work on the bakery. He's got a really good eye for detail. Took my vision and made it even better than I could have imagined.â
You were impressed. âWow, well he did an amazing job. It was one of the first things I noticed when I came back. It adds so much charm to the street.â
âThanks,â Marcus said, a warm smile on his face. âJoel's a really talented guy. He's a great addition to the community, both him and Sarah.â
âWell, if he did such a great job with the bakery, maybe he could help us with the coffee shop,â you said, half-jokingly.
Marcus raised an eyebrow. âYou're thinking of doing a reno?â
You hesitated, feeling a bit exposed not having intended to speak out loud your internal thoughts, âIt's something my mom and I have discussed in the past, but she's the type if it ain't broke don't fix it.â
Marcus laughed, âI can testify to that, I mentioned I was looking to scale back serving coffee in the bakery, and asked if she had any interest in the espresso machine,â you rolled your eyes knowing what was coming, you'd been begging her to replace the old machine for years, âtold me that this one,â he jerked his thumb in the direction of the tired looking machine, âworked just fine.â
You shook your head, âOne of these days she's going to realize giving it a good thud is probably doing more damage than fixing it.â
Marcus glanced at his watch. âI should get going. Got to make sure we have enough gingerbread dough for tomorrow. Those gingerbread men won't bake themselves!â
âThanks for stopping by. Let's touch base early next week to finalize those plans for the movie night.â
With a nod and a wave, you watched Marcus leave, but now the seed of an idea was planted in your mind. A reno could be just what True North Brews needed to give it a fresh look and make it stand out. But you weren't taking over, you reminded yourself, no -- it was just you helping out with the family business, nothing more, right?
The next morning, Joelâs kitchen still lacked a new coffee maker. The old one sat forlornly on the counter, a reminder of a morning routine disrupted. With a resigned sigh, Joel grabbed his coat and headed out to his truck. The town was slowly waking up, the street sprinkled with early risers and the promise of a busy day ahead.
As he pushed open the door of the coffee shop, the familiar jingle of the bell greeted him, along with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. You looked up from the espresso machine, a smile spreading across your face as you recognized him.
âMorning, Joel,â you greeted. âAmericano?â you asked with a hopeful smile since he'd never returned for that black coffee.
Joel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. âYou know, I never thought Iâd say this, but I think I actually like it a bit more than my usual.â
You laughed as you prepared his coffee. âGlad to hear that. We might make a coffee aficionado out of you yet.â
âLet's not get too ahead of ourselves.â he laughed as he watched you prepare his drink.
Handing him his coffee, you hesitated for a moment before speaking. âActually Joel, can I ask you something about your contracting work?â
He looked surprised but nodded. âSure, what about it?â
âI heard from Marcus that you did the renovation work on the bakery. It looks incredible. Said you kept the original design when you worked on it?â
Joelâs expression softened, a hint of pride in his eyes. âYeah, I did. Marcus wanted to retain the historical look of the building. It was a great project to work on, restoring it to its original state while giving it all the modern requirements.â
You were genuinely interested. âThatâs impressive. Itâs such an integral part of the townâs charm. Iâve been thinking, True North Brews could use a bit of sprucing up. Would you perhaps be up for discussing a quote any time soon?â
Joel looked around the coffee shop, considering. âSure, Iâd be happy to. What did you have in mind?â
âI'm not too sure, mostly starting fixing what needs fixing and going from there, just keeping the cozy vibe but maybe adding a little Maplewood flair to it.â
He nodded, sipping at his coffee thoughtfully. âSounds like a good project. Why donât we sit down sometime next week and go over what youâre thinking? I can put together some ideas and a quote for you.â
âThat would be great,â you replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of giving the coffee shop a fresh, new look.
Placing his coffee on the counter, Joel handed you his business card from his wallet, giving you a quick glimpse of a family portrait tucked inside.Â
âHere,â he said pocketing his wallet and handing you his business card, âwhy don't you give me a call and we can arrange something?â
You smiled as you traced the logo of Miller Contracting, âSure, sounds like a plan!â
As Joel left, coffee in hand, you couldnât help but feel a sense of anticipation. Not only at the idea of possible renovations but for the growing sense of community you had quickly settled into while only being back for a short period in Maplewood. But before you could think any further about it, the bell above the door rang and a group of tourists trekked in, Merry Tree Trek maps in hand.
You gave them a wide smile as you welcomed them in, âWelcome to True North Brews, what can I get started for you?â
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New Traditions
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x afab!reader
Summary: As the first holiday season in your new home approaches, Rhett and you start new traditions and make promises (wc: 3k)
Warnings/Fic notes: mentions of unhappy childhoods (reader and Rhett probably needed more hugs as kids). Allusions to a rich!reader. Me using decorating as smokescreen for a character study lol. Daddy issues galore. The Christmas music is very self indulgent on my part too. Allusions/mentions to 18+ content
A/N: *Mariah Carey whistle note* ITS TIMEEEEEE. Lmao hiii, I hope you all are doing well. It has been a minute since I have written for a fandom outside of hotd so please bear with me on that front. I eventually want to take request soon (for Rhett, some tgm characters, and Calvin Evans) so my inbox is always open if yâall are interested - just shoot me something. If you read anything you like please reblog, like, and or comment. Also let me know when yâall put your decorations up (if you celebrate anything). Iâm a staunch first weekend of December girlie myself â€ïž
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As pathetic as it sounds out loud, Rhett had grown accustomed to having the rug pulled out from under him. He had a looming and painful history with differentiating the cards life dealt him and what he deserves; over time, they began to blur together. At a certain point, he just resigned himself to life just being sort of... eh. Reminding himself that though things could be better, they could also be much, much worse.
It would all combinate in this hazy, syrupy snapshot of moments that ran together. At least, that is what he thought till he met you.
He thinks you would not understand it if he told you - that you are one of those people that is easy to love, while people like him took work to want. Hard work. Something that would be likened to the type of manual labor a Wyoming, farm grown boy like him is used to doing day in and day out. If he dared to express it, you would give him a good-natured laugh and shake your head like you always did when he said something self-deprecating.
"What kind of women do you take me for, Abbott," followed by a playful eye roll. "The type that settles?"
Rhett supposes that was the conundrum with you. Because the statement is not wrong; nothing about you gave off the impression you would settle for anything. That could come from a life of having almost everything at your fingertips. But the questions still tickle his tongue and doubts still makes his brain hazy.
It has only compounded since the two of you moved in together.
It was you who posed the suggestion, a shy smile on your lips. Despite the skepticism and disappointment from your parents, it did not feel right for you to sell your grandmother's ranch, the one your father grew up on, after she passed. You insisted on keeping it yourself, clearly having a soft spot for the house you would visit whenever you had the chance to.
Our home, you called it.
Your baking kits in the kitchen, his horses in the stable, and various clothes in the closets. He should feel reassured by this all⊠and yet⊠he waits for the other shoe to drop. For the rug to once again be pulled out from under him. Everything is so warm and new, and he worries about the day it slips through his fingers like sand.
Words in general, and expressing this specifically, does not come easy for him. Though loving you comes as easy as breathing for him. Rhett puts all that stuffing emotions and feelings away to good use as he tries to focus on the present. The only thing that manages to keep his mind clear is keeping his hands busy. So, he tries to make up for it in any way he can. The pale wall color your grandma insisted on keeping but reminded you of a sterile hospital? Painted to something more vibrant. The light fixtures in the kitchen that you said were âfar too phallic to enjoy a meal underâ? Well, those new ones are the best money could buy.
He just finished the building that rocking chair you got for the porch when you stick your head out of the house to call him in for dinner, eyes alight with something he could not put his finger on.
Dinner was silent, too silent for you, who always could spark up a conversation with anyone. A tiny sense of dread sets in, and he canât help but think it maybe something he did⊠or did not do.
âThe chicken is good,â he tries to start any kind of conversation or joy behind the eyes, but all he gets is an empty smile.
The unnerving quietness carries on for a few of minutes, but you suddenly drop your fork on the plate with a clank.
âDid y'all go all out for Christmas?â
Along with the noise the fork made, the question startled Rhett. He blinks blankly utterly confused by how it went from silence to that.
âWhat?â
âOh, sorry,â your lips downturn into an embarrassed frown. âI should not have assumed yâall even celebrate it. I guess I just assumed with your mom and all.â
âNo, we do celebrate,â he shakes head.
âSo, did you go all out? When did you guys put the decorations out?â
Rhett shifts in his seat uncomfortably. Much like everything else that comes to his family, it is never linear or easy. He doesnât know how to explain how one year they just stopped decorating; gifts and midnight mass were seen as hassles not the usual. Everything that the holidays stood for: family, love, gratefulness, togetherness was the antithesis of them. The joy and warmth of the holidays was sucked from the house and never came back till Amy was old enough to know what Christmas was - till Rebecca and his ma teamed up one day to make a fuss about the house being cold and sterile. What they meant is that Royal was cold⊠and sterile.
Rhett can still remember the look of disbelief in Rebeccaâs eyes when Perry didnât back her up on the matter. It was a look Rhett had seen from when he was a teen till the last day, he saw Becca. He still gets a rotten taste in his mouth thinking about he never got to tell her how much she meant to him. But that would also mean admitting that often his biggest advocate was a woman basically forced into the family versus the people he shared actual blood with.
Slight embarrassment burns his mouth like a hot iron down his thoat.
With a tight throat, Rhett shrugs. âIt changed every year,â he lies. Then shakes his head. âIt wasnât a big deal really.â
Almost as abruptly as you stopped eating, you get up from the kitchen table. He just about calls out to see if you are ok, but you come back in the dining area carrying a picture.
âWhen I was cleaning out the garage, I found this.â
Rhett leans over, and he canât help the slow grin that settles on his face. At first, he didnât recognize the faces in the picture but then he saw a familiar crooked, mischievous smile, but this time on a younger girl. A little you. Decked out in a red, poofy dress and tiny white fur shawl. Shiny black saddle shoes that gleam even in the old photo.
âMy baby as a baby,â he whispers.
Rhett continues to scan the photo. Behind you was two older people, and he can only assume they are your parents. They are exactly how he thought they would be and nothing like he thought at the same time. Your mom casually glamourous in green, your dad in a suit far too done up just for family dinner with a heavy hand on your shoulder. You wear her eyes but his nose. Right behind the three of you, a heavily decorated banister and in the foreground a Christmas tree so large that Rhett thinks it has to be a safety hazard.
You do not seem as happy or in awe of the relic as him, in fact you look sick at the sight.
âThat was taken before they sat me down to tell me they were getting a divorce.â
Rhettâs heart sinks a little at the as the way your mouth juts out in bitterness.
âLooking back on it, I should have known. Dad was never home, mom was detached, probably depressed. Ya know, I remember them specifically saying that nothing would change, and naive little me not only believe that but wanted it. Not realizing something was just⊠off. But I guess most nine-year-oldâs canât tell the difference.â
He supposed it was easier for him to paint a rosier picture of your parents, for his sake and yours. Maybe winters in Texas were better than ones he experienced, maybe life was better. He has seen pictures of house, the compound, you grew up on. But now hearing what you are saying made pity take over the normal envy.
Rhett reaches out to grab your hand, and squeezes. âMâ sorry.â
You wave your free hand nonchalantly thought the casualness does not meet your eyes fully.
âNo use crying over spilt milk,â you sigh. âI just saw the picture and tried to rack my brain for the last time we were all together for the holidays. After that one, it was one year with mama, the next with dad. And I don't think we ever decorated the house together. That was my caregiver, Jodie's job. Made me curious other peopleâs traditions I guess."
Rhett fiddles with the rings on your fingers while chewing on the fleshy part on the inside of his cheek.
âMaybe we can make our own,â he mutters softly. âStartinâ this year.â
You look up through your lashes, eyes fluttering away from the picture that sat on the table.
âReally?â
He nods. If that is what you want, heâd do it for you. Like he would do anything for you. Your gaze goes out the window across from the table. The leaves on the trees already began to change and fall to the ground. Going from green to various shades of red, purple, and brown. The season already has changed; heat melting away as the temperature dropped and cool breeze set in.
Your spirit noticeably lightens. âDo you think we can get a real tree? Mamma always said it was too much of hassle to get a real one.â
Rhett holds up his hand and extends his pinky. âAs long as there is mistletoe in the house.â
Under new light fixtures, and with the sun grazing the ground as it sets, the two of you made your first promise.
Investments are important.
Your father told you so all your life. To the giant painting he bought for the Tennessee house (the one you later realized was a Degas), the stocks he bought for you for your fifteenth birthday, or his insistence you go to his alma mater. All investments that he expected payoff for. Your father will always be the smartest businessman you know, and he still managed to be so clueless with everything else.
People are not investments. Not really, at least. Not in the way your father looked at it. You can put money and effort into something, but it is never a guarantee it will work out that way. And you canât just leave when things do not go your way. Your poor father never seemed to understand that, and you think it broke your grandmaâs heart in the process.
And maybe you are no better than him. As a child, you admittedly reaped the benefits your parents offered you, almost to a fault. They would often laugh at your ability to move on to the next thing without so much as a blink of an eye. Onto the next toy, the next piece of clothing, the next makeup item. How can you criticize behavior you gave into yourself?
âYouâre a reformed brat,â Jennie, your old debutant buddy turned psychologist said over the phone. âGive yourself some grace. At least you want better yourself now.â
So, you gave yourself just that. You didnât sell your grandmaâs place for the equity or whatever bullshit your dad mentioned. You didnât Amelia County leave though your mom offered to set you up with her in New York. And God⊠youâre letting your fall - fall so deeply in love with Rhett, despite the voice in your head that tells you not to.
You replay your, in your opinion, embarrassing meeting. Bursting into tears in the middle of a grocery store was not the romantic story you want to tell others. But he came up to you to say that though he only spoke to her a handful of times when she would stay in her vacation home in Wabang, he knew your grandmother was a good woman and would be missed.
A blubbery mess of grief right next to the meat aisle spiraled into decorating your grandmother's house together - your house.
With Frank Sinatraâs version of âLet it Snowâ playing in the background, a rush of giddiness takes over. Jodie always said you had an eye for pretty things.
"A little excited, no," Rhett eyes copious amounts of bags you brought into the house. âItâs not even December yet.â
You survey the bags and boxes laid out. So, you went slightly overboard. Like driving out of town to the nearest big city to do some more shopping. Some habits die hard.
"This is just the starter stuff," you pull reams of garland out of the bag. âJust wait till they start selling the trees. Oh! And I got ingredients to teach you how to make sugar cookies from scratch.â
Rhett is silent for a moment, and you wonder if it is too much too fast. Your mother always said that enthusiasm, especially around men, should be tempered and demure. No one likes a girl that acts like a dog with a bone, sweetheart.
âDo.. do you think we can invite Amy over for the cookies thing,â his cobalt eyes soften at the mention of his niece. âI think she would like that.â
âOf course.â
You knew how important it was to Rhett for things to stay good with Amy. Her reception of the move was the only one he seemed to care about. You could not help but think the rest of Rhettâs family was skeptical about his decision. Cecilia was always kind towards you, and she was mostly receptive to the idea, but you assume it must hurt to see her baby venture out. Something about her reminded you of your own mother. Two women clearly used to the short end of the stick, and had to find ways to deal with it. While your mother found salvation in travel and extravagant parties, Cecilia found hers in faith.
Perry was well⊠Perry, about the whole thing. Just based on how he handled the news, and small tidbits you picked up from Rhett, it seemed like Perry was upset about Rhett making a choice just for himself. A luxury that the eldest son had a premium on for some time.
But you think it was the patriarch of the family who took it the hardest. It may be the reality of having two less hands around 24/7 like Rhett says, but you tend to think it is something deeper with Royal. Anger, sadness, pride - all of them??? You donât know.
But what you do know is that family tension is something both you and Rhett know far too well.
After unpacking the bags and boxes you got, the smoky coos of Frank Sinatra transition into the pop Christmas playlist you put together. You donât remember when the bottle of red wine came out, whether it was between Britney singing about what she wants for Christmas that year or Mariah singing about a holy night. It might have been after you insisted the two of you try your hand at diy decorations. But Rhett rolled his eyes when you talked about getting glasses, taking swings straight from the bottle instead.
âI donât know how you drink this shit,â he wrinkled his nose, but he takes another hit.
âJust like you enjoy your watery beer,â you retake the bottle from him to have some more yourself.
âLast time I checked,â he expertly ties red and green ribbon into pretty bows and knots. âYou were there with me, drinkinâ said watery beer.â
You bite your lip as you watch his brows furrow, and he pokes his tongue out sweetly as he ties meticulously.
âYouâre quite good at that.â
ââM good with ropes too.â
It could be the red wine, which always made your insides warm and fuzzy. Or if could just be the Rhett of it all. Him indulging this perhaps silly childhood wound of yours in full earnest.
âHmmm,â you shuffle closer to him. The two of you might a makeshift area on the living room floor of pillows and blankets. An almost sickly-sweet peppermint candle ablaze on the table, and the fireplace crackling nearby.
âRoyal used to make me secure the lines and pull logs. Kinda got good at it.â
By this time, youâre stuck at his side, suddenly a little fixated on hair on his neck that trickles up to his jaw and cheeks. You like him like this; hair falling from behind where it is tucked behind his ears. Scruffy and soft.
âMaybe you can show me how good you are.â
Rhettâs attention still doesnât stray from the ribbons he cuts and ties, a task he is clearly taking seriously, but he nods in agreement. You roll your eyes slightly at how oblivious he can be.
âOn me, Rhett,â you spell it out for him. âYou can use the ropes on me.â
He stops and turns with a look of wanton, wetting his lips for a moment.
âYeah,â he asks, the inflection at the end of the question breathy and soft.
You nuzzle your nose into area right under his ear with a hum, kissing the skin there and taking in the smell of his cologne. A woodsy scent with sprites of magnolia and cedar. It was one that consumed the bedroom and your mind. You spent much of your formative years pretending to hate the idea of being desired or wanted - chasteness an idea drilled into your head since you were a little girl and told by the ladies of your church that the only thing worse than being ungodly is being âfastâ. Then you spent college overcorrecting to the point of farce. Letting the guys you knew had little regard for how you felt at the end of it make decisions for you. Emotionally, mentally, and sexually.
Your first time with Rhett was a hodgepodge of giggle and sighs only to be heard by vast emptiness of the home you do sit in now. His boots and jeans askew on the floor. You eccentric grandmaâs knick knacks watching you two. Most notably, the cat clock that reflected in the moonlight, the one Rhett insisted you keep when he moved in. After him eating you out until you cried, and a night that ended in you making a trip to the local pharmacy for a Plan B, you honestly expected a series of awkward moments that would single-handedly ruin the small town bliss you experienced for the first time. And yet, in the morning, his lips turned up in a shy smile and he asked if you had bacon in the fridge.
You didnât realize how badly you were under water and needed to breathe until you came to Wabang. Your lips work their way up his jaw til you reach the corner of his mouth.
âLetâs make it another tradition.â
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Yellow Soul: Chapter One
Mulberry
Summary: Trapped in a relationship with your high school sweetheart Perry is like a never ending nightmare of always stepping on eggshells. One winter break changes everything as you are reintroduced to his younger brother, Rhett. Looking for an escape, Rhett provides the perfect shelter you crave.
Chapter Summary: You return to Wabang with the intention of celebrating Christmas with your boyfriend, Perry. What you discover instead is much more than you would have ever dreamed.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Minors DNI! No smut in this chapter, but there will be some later! Implied/Referenced Cheating!
Word Count: 7,000ish
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Itâs really hard to know anyone else, isn't it? No matter how long you've known them. It's hard enough to know yourself. Â
The heater was on full blast, a constant whirring noise that threatened to drown out the music playing. The hot air smelled like burning dust, the scent of your light blue air freshener fading away, the little tree swinging with the bumps on the road. The dark gray truck interior is starkly different from the wintry conditions on the road outside. Dirty snow was piled up high on the sides of the road, the man made mountains sure to be taller than you.Â
Already you saw several unattended vehicles resting on the side banks, surrendered to the cold with orange tow tags hanging from the side mirrors.Â
Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you look at the digital clock on the dash.Â
Five fifty-seven PM.Â
You would be at the ranch in about twenty-one minutes, that is if your poor truck could survive another second on the slick road. The blue/green salt they sprinkled on the road was doing nothing to calm your nerves. You pushed the worrisome thought away, trying to think about how you couldn't wait to see Perry, and his family of course.
You hadn't been home properly in a few years, just brief visits for a day or two.Â
When you tell people you grew up in Wabang, they look at you with confusion. Then, you explain it is a tiny little town, kind of by Lander, but more East.Â
You would think the residents at the University of Wyoming would get the concept of tiny towns by now.
You were lucky to be there. Especially in a graduate program that you were almost done with. Leaving Wabang at eighteen was definitely a difficult decision though. You left your whole family, immediate and extended for Laramie, Wyoming. That also meant you had to leave Perry, who decided to stay and work on his familyâs farm after graduation, now working at a local hardware store.Â
You drove on the opposing side of the road to avoid a big ice chunk sitting in the middle of the path, cautiously returning to your side.
Perry made such an effort to see you, the relationship had been going for six years.Â
Now, the dynamic was different. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made you know he was ready to settle down. Get married. Have you be his bride. Perry was rushing you to finish school so you could return to Wabang. Â
The ranch land here was flat and familiar.Â
You would be nodding along silently as he detailed how he wanted to take over the ranch, and he wanted to do it with you. It wasnât like you were appalled by the idea, but it was a bit depressing to think of yourself barefoot and pregnant on a ranch in the middle of nowhere after getting your masterâs degree. Possibly even living with his parents.Â
Perry was so insistent on the idea, it was like he didn't want to give you a voice in the matter.Â
But you loved Perry, right? Of course you did, because why would you still get butterflies in your stomach when your phone vibrated, showing his name on the screen? Or was that nervousness? You two were twenty-three for god sake, you had your whole life ahead of you to settle down and get married, why did Perry need to do it so fast?
Off handedly, you reached into the cupholder and turned on your phone, glancing down at the screen saver. It was you and Perry, a recent picture from the last time he came down to Laramie. He had his eyes closed, pressing a kiss to your smiling face with the Laramie Plains Museum in the background, the great house looking beautiful and regal.Â
Maybe he was worried about losing you.Â
You learned quickly that you couldnât tell him everything while you were gone. Too many times you had just casually mentioned a manâs name (whether that was a friendâs boyfriend or a lab partner) and he would give you the third degree.Â
Many times you would be sitting there on your bed, phone on speaker as you answered every question. Perry had like it was a mental checklist. Fiddling with the stitching of your jersey comforter, highly uncomfortable and on the verge of begging him to just drop it.Â
He would get mad, possessive. You knew it wasn't a healthy response, but Perry had always been like this.Â
All of your friends were highly jealous of you, constantly reminding you how lucky you are that you have him. They all would send you videos and pictures on social media of wedding dresses, you were pretty sure they had all figured out who was going to wear what in the event of your wedding.
Never would you think about telling them the doubts you had.Â
From the front windshield, you could finally see the Abbott ranch through the snowy haze. There it stood in all of its rustic beauty, a thick blanket of snow heavily sitting on top and around all the surrounding fixtures and land. A few trucks sat near the house, all angled differently.Â
There was that feeling of nervousness in your stomach again as you drove through their giant arch. The feeling settled itself deep in your stomach, gnawing at your intestines as you recognized all of the vehicles there. Perry was definitely here, and so was the rest of his family. You parked behind Perry.Â
Even though his parents were against staying together after highschool because they didn't want it to end in heartbreak, you still adored them.Â
Cecilia and your mom went to bible study every week and were devoted followers of Christ. It was often that your momma would drag you to their ranch with her bible in hand, toting other things like a casserole and maybe even a knitting project she was working on. They would laugh and laugh, hardly getting anything done because most of their time was consumed by gossip (which your mom had lots of, considering you lived just minutes from town square).Â
You would go up to Perryâs room and play with his toys, when you got older you would go horseback riding on the trail behind their house with him.Â
The two of you shared your first kiss on that trail.Â
Dad on the other hand, did have a friendly relationship with Royal but never went out of his way to become his confidant. Neither man seemed to mind though, just comfortably enjoying the silence between shared beers and musings about cattle or trucks.Â
But, the two moms were thrilled when they both had babies within months of one another, one boy, one girl. Destined (loosley) to be with one another.Â
Then there was Rhett.Â
Younger, rowdier, much more mischievous than Perry. Rhett did strive for his parentâs approval, but it was much less pressing in his mind than his own free will. Born three years after Perry and you, he tagged along for a while but when he got into his teen years, he would rather be caught dead than hanging out with his brother and a girl.Â
Last time you saw the Abbotts fully was a couple of years ago. You wondered absentmindedly if Rhett still was that lanky six foot teen with the bad attitude.Â
Your keys jingle as you cut the engine, but you just sat and stared at the house. Snow capped mountains loomed behind it, almost threatening to overtake it. As the heater died out, all the heat left the truck slowly and you decided it was best to go in and try to keep your butterflies under control. Even in the truck cab, the cold was seeping into your bones.Â
Grabbing your purse and puffer jacket from the passenger seat, you slowly made it to the porch, thankful for the tall boots you had invested in before coming here. Snow was piled up on either side of the walkway, just like the road. You looked up as you shuffled your way to the door. By the way itâs coming down, you knew the walkway would have to be shoveled again by morning.Â
The light wood porch is creaky under your heavy boots. You raise your hand to knock, hesitating a moment before rapping your knuckles harshly against the thick wooden door. Your hands were frozen. The quiet hum of winter was interrupted by muffled yelling on the other side of the door, footsteps walking from room to room, and more yelling. It was Ceciliaâs voice by the way her inflection changed, pulling a small smile from you.Â
The door opened suddenly, a blast of warm air hitting you in the face as the old door groaned. The house smelled like a home cooked meal, your mouth watering. You could tell it took a moment for Royal to recognize you, his gruff face going from complete confusion to fondness after a second or two.
 His facial hair was noticeably grayer since the last time you saw him. Hair still in that neat side swept style. Royal had a small scratch above his right eyebrow.Â
âPerry, you better get your ass down here!â He bellowed over his shoulder before wrapping you in a great bear hug, the smell of pine engulfing you. Royal all but pulled you inside, slamming the door behind you two. Footsteps stomped down the many stairs as the two of you pulled away, looking up and into the stairwell as you heard Perryâs familiar voice shout incoherent things.Â
âHow was the ride over?â He was rough, but in a comforting way.Â
âNot as bad as I thought it'd be.â You replied, smiling at him. Trying your best to keep your chattering teeth at bay.Â
You took the moment to dry off your feet at the inside door mat. Someone must've been doing a lot of work outside today. There was a pair of dirty snow boots sitting where you kicked off yours.
From what you could see of the house, it was still rustic as ever. Dimly lit in a soft amber glow, dark wood floors and peeling wallpaper. You knew they didn't mind though, especially because it was such a historical house. It held many memories for the whole Abbott clan. The fireplace was raging, crackling and providing warmth to the whole house.Â
Your attention is pulled away from a knot missing in the hardwood below your feet as the creaks from the steps get louder. You smiled up at him. He hadn't noticed you yet, his eyes going directly to Royal. Grumbling something about the cold. Soon he turned to you, stopping in his tracks, mouth parted in surprise.
Perryâs hair had grown a little longer since the last time you saw him, his sideburns curling over his ears. You could see that he was still sporting his stubble, which you had begged him to shave the last time you two had facetimed. The freckles from the summer had faded slightly.Â
Next thing you knew you were knocked off your feet, he was crushing you in his arms. Perry was a wall of muscle, his chest solid and warm under the blue long sleeve shirt he wore.Â
âHow- how did you even get here? I was going to see you in a few days!â He beamed in shock and excitement, pulling back to look at your wind-bitten face. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners.
âI wanted to surprise you! I missed you too much.â You mumbled and pressed your head into the juncture of his neck, your hands on his back, moving you closer to him. Your nose was warming against his shoulder.Â
You were excited to see him, but not as much as you hoped. The giddiness you usually had faded into a slight simmering below your skin.Â
âWho the hell is here? You can't just be havinâ people come in without-'' Cecilia's voice called from the kitchen, her words cut off as she sees the two of you in the foyer.
âPerry, did you know she was cominâ?â She asks, practically bouncing towards you in happiness, her open flannel swinging around her sides. The Abbot family must have a collective gene that makes them stronger than bears, because Cecilia easily pries you out of his grip, crushing your ribs in a hug.Â
You couldn't help but let out a strangled laugh, hugging her back. You explained that you got sick of waiting in your dull apartment because all your roommates had gone home, and you missed her, of course.
 That brought a huge smile to her face. Cecilia and Perry shared the same crinkles at the corners of their eyes and smile lines at their mouths.Â
Discarding your jacket in the coat closet full of snow pants and snow suits, the four of you settled in the retro kitchen.
Immediately, despite her protests, you started to help Cecilia finish dinner. Royal and Perry sat at the table, chatting about what they were going to do with the cattle tomorrow with the incoming snowstorm.Â
This was exactly the reason why you did not want to settle down yet. You knew Royal and his two sons did respect Cecilia, but every day always ended the same. She would work all day, just as hard as any of them, but even when she got home, the work wouldn't stop.Â
Cecilia would stay up later than everyone else to get ready for the next day.Â
Standing by the stove, you tended to the gravy in the big pot, adding all the seasonings that Cecilia gave you to put in it. Watching it turn from a white/beige to a slightly deeper color once you stirred in the chili powder, the savory smell making your stomach grumble.Â
A couple times, Perry stood and wrapped his arms around your middle, too tight, his warm breath tickling your neck, too warm, telling you how much he missed you. Each time you tolerated it for a bit, but shrugged him off. Perry smelled like freshly cut wood in the rain, the scent filling your nose.Â
By the time the chicken and gravy was done, it was already pitch black outside. The darkness was flush against the window above the sink, preventing anyone to see out of it.Â
Cecilia and you passed out plates and silverware on the table, resting them on the flaxen placemats. When you set down the fifth plate, you remember Rhett. He had not been down to the main level yet but as you were cooking you could hear soft footsteps padding around on the floor above you.Â
Royal got up from his seat and stood at the end of the stairs to call Rhettâs name, letting him know that dinner was ready. Your heart picked up a bit upon hearing someone close a door and walk down the stairs. Why were you so nervous to see Rhett? He was rude, standoffish, and snarky. You could swear the last time you saw him he hadn't taken a shower in a month.Â
Not to mention he was just Perryâs brother, not a new unfamiliar person.Â
To busy yourself, you dish up after Cecilia and settle next to Perry, the wooden chair squeaking against the tile. Perryâs arms snake around your hips before you can sit down, pressing his nose deep into your side where your shirt rode up, exposing your bare stomach to him.Â
It was a loving gesture, you told yourself. Perry loves you so much. So why do you feel the urge to brush his arms from you? The tightness distressed you, anchored you in the worst of ways to him. But as soon as it started, it was over and you were free to sit down next to him. The only lingering touch was his shoulder pressed against yours, the sound of fabric brushing against fabric filling your ears.Â
âWhoâs that?â A gruff voice said behind you. Whipping your head around, your eyes connected with a shiny brass belt buckle a few feet from you.Â
Slowly, you looked up. By the time Cecilia started talking, you were still tilting your head further and further up to see his face. Slim hips, tight light gray shirt displaying a strong torso and impossibly broad shoulders.
Rhett. Of course it was Rhett. But it couldn't be. He looked so different.Â
â...Perryâs girlfriend, the one that you've known sinceâŠâ Still, even with Cecilia talking (clearly annoyed at Rhett), your mind went blank when you saw his face. The Rhett you once knew, the gangly beanpole obsessed with bull riding, was all grown up. His face had sharper lines, all the baby fat gone from his features. Hair no longer cropped short (much to Royalâs dismay), but longer and flipping outward near his neck, pushed behind his ears.
What were they putting in the Abbott well water that caused angsty teen boys to turn into hot grown men?Â
Rhett listened to his mom, his piercing blue eyes boring into yours. He nodded in your direction, âHey.â He said roughly, one side of his mouth quirking up as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Your heart was beating out of your chest.Â
âHey.â You repeat and shut your mouth quickly, an embarrassed flush covering your cheeks as you turn back to your plate, hands shaking as you picked up your fork and busied yourself with your meal.Â
Royal led the family in prayer. Dropping your head in your hands, thankful for the moment of relief to yourself as he asked the lord to bless the family. When he made a comment about being grateful you made it here safe, you smiled and looked up from your hands.Â
The start of dinner eased your nerves, settling into a routine of talking when you needed and laughing.Â
Rhett sat right in front of you, was it on purpose or accident, you didn't know. What you did know was he would not stop looking at you. Whenever you looked up from your plate, there he was. Light stubble dusted his face, the look of it much more intriguing than Perryâs patchy stubble.Â
He still had the same long fluttery lashes and when he looked down, the warm buttery overhead light cast small shadows on top of his cheeks, which were freckled slightly.Â
Rhettâs hands were rough, you could see the callouses from here. The fork he was holding seemed like it was made for someone much smaller. Your breath caught in your chest when you noticed the veins wrapping around his forearms like snakes, disappearing under his rolled up sleeves.Â
It was suddenly too hot in the kitchen. You tugged at the opening of your sweatshirt, trying to fan some air down there discreetly. Vulnerable situations did not come often to you, so you felt crippled in this moment.Â
Dinner felt like it was hours long, but the food was good. It was torture trying to avoid Rhettâs gaze as well as his brotherâs heavy arm around your shoulders. But thank god, it came to a close and now it was time to clean up. Royal excused himself outside, no doubt to shovel snow, you assume.Â
âRhett, now don't go up to your room just yet!â Cecilia said firmly as Rhett stood from the table, stalling and turning to his mother. âItâs your turn to do the dishes tonight- and don't you âbutâ me.â She added even before Rhett could open his mouth to argue.Â
âI can help!â You flushed at how painfully eager you sounded.Â
Why the fuck were you volunteering? Were you out of your mind?Â
âIt really is no problem, it'll go by much faster with two people.â You added nonchalantly, standing up and gathering you and Perryâs plates. Cecilia protested but you assured her you were more than happy to help, pecking her on the cheek as you passed her on the way to the sink.Â
Perry walked over to where you were at the counter, grabbing a handful of your ass before mumbling something about being in the living room. Mustering up a half smile, you nodded and watched him go, embarrassed by the display. Cecilia thanked you again and went to start a load of laundry.
âHow long are you staying for?â Rhett was behind you, still standing at his spot before picking up the other dishes at the table.
âOh, uh, maybe like a week? Week ân a half? I was lucky and got it off work.â You answer, plugging up the drain with the metal stopper before turning on the sink, low enough so you could still hear him. âMy truck, um, started making this weird noise on the way over. Called my dad but he couldn't do much.â You call over your shoulder, âYou're good with trucks, right? Maybe you can take a look at it while I'm still here?â The thought of him leaning over your truck, in the summer, sweaty and hot, made your stomach flip.
âYeah, no I can definitely take a look for you.â His voice seemed closer. âAlmost didn't recognize you.â He was much closer now, making you turn your head to see where he was, to keep an eye on him. Rhett walked over to your side, setting the plates on the counter. The harsh ceramic scrape made you cringe.Â
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.Â
âI donât think your daddy recognized me either, he almost left me out to freeze.â You laughed, âYou look pretty unrecognizable yourself, Rhett.â He leaned against the counter beside you, folding his arms over his chest. His stance wasn't defensive, just casual as he watched you turn off the faucet and swirl dish soap into it. The water turned milky white.Â
âBeen ridinâ more. This past season was my second one out of the senior category.âÂ
Well, that explained his bulked up frame. You could tell by the way he talked that he was prideful about it. When you looked up from the water, a crooked smile was on his face.Â
âPerryâs been telling me about it. Heâs pretty proud of you.â You held his gaze, swallowing the tight knot in your throat that accumulated suddenly. âSay, how âbout you dry, and Iâll wash?âÂ
Rhett nodded, reaching down to open a cabinet and pulling out some rags. You quickly busied yourself with dunking the plates and using the little scrubber Cecilia had to clean them. He was almost silent for the rest of the time, which brought you a great peace of mind. It was easier to stay calm when you were too worried about scrubbing.Â
Desire ladled deep in your stomach. It was tight, like a snake was wrapping around your hips. But you shamefully tried to cover it up, the fire blanket you used slipping when you would glance up from the basin to look at him. The way his brows furrowed, tongue sticking out to lick his bottom lip every so often. Â
While you washed the dishes, Royal brought in your suitcase from your truck, which you had thanked him profusely for. Especially now that it was starting to snow heavily. Due to this, you decided to forgo seeing your parents tonight, instead hauling your suitcase and duffle bag up the stairs and to Perryâs bedroom.Â
It had only changed a little since you were last here. Just a few more photos of the two of you decorated the walls. Â
You dialed your mom once you were up there, a quick little call despite her wanting to talk for hours. The hand holding the phone to your cheek grew tired and you switched sides.Â
âMa, Iâm exhausted.â You finally said after talking for a while, âDon't forget we have to wake up early, I have to see you tomorrow, right?â You remind her as you sit on Perryâs bed, noting that the sheets have not changed since the two of you were teens. That should be something you should get him for his birthday.Â
âRight sweetheart,â You can sense the smile in her voice, âWill you and Perry meet us for breakfast? Is Odessa's CafĂ© okay?â She asks, almost insinuating you forgot the name of literally the only good diner in town.Â
âYes, momma. I will be sure to wake Perry up extra early so we can meet you there. Is dad coming too?âÂ
âHe is, and he informed me that you told him you were coming home.â She says, mocking a hurtful tone. You roll your eyes, laughing as you lay down on the bed, situating a pillow under your head.
âOnly because my truck started acting weird. He pried it out of me, you know how he is.â Your mom was the one to laugh this time. You loved it when she did. She had a crystal clear laugh that always echoed down the hallways of your childhood home. Momma was definitely a glass half full person, and you loved that about her.Â
The call came to an end after you exchanged âI love yousâ and you laid the phone on your stomach, looking up at the cracked ceiling. Rhettâs face drifted into your thoughts again. You sat up suddenly and vigorously shook your head, trying to get him out. It was scaring you, these sudden feelings you felt for the youngest Abbott son.Â
Never in your entire time of knowing him have you ever had a crush on him.Â
Sure, he was always cute, but in a best friendâs little brother way of being cute. Not a âtie me up like one of your rodeo calvesâ hot. The thought made you groan in disgust of yourself. You were already doubting you and Perryâs relationship, so it would be the biggest Wabang scandal if you got with Rhett instead, the younger Abbott son, and you couldn't do that to either of the families.Â
Not that Rhett would even be interested in you, God, like you even were on his radar. From what Perry said during your weekly facetime, Rhett was with a new buckle bunny every week. Supposedly, he had gained quite a fan club from his bull riding adventures. Fresh, talented rider, son of a former champion.Â
The last name Abbott immediately turned heads at rodeos.Â
Rapping knuckles on the doorframe drew you from your thoughts, looking up at Perryâs kind face in the doorway. The hall light shone behind him like a halo before it was turned off, presumably by Royal who wanted to conserve electricity.Â
âYou doinâ okay, babe?â Perry asks, walking over and sinking down on the bed next to you. It was a smaller mattress, probably a full size.
Nodding, you move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, desperately trying to push away the thoughts you had earlier. You feel ashamed of yourself.Â
âIâm fine. Just tired, that's all.â You kiss his bicep, âMy ma wants us to meet her and my dad at Odessaâs tomorrow. Is that okay with you?â You ask, fingers rubbing at the fraying edge of your sage green sweatshirt. It was Perryâs, but you had stolen it before moving away.Â
âSure, hun. Sounds like an amazing idea.â His words were muffled by your hair, his large hand sliding over your jean clad thigh that was closest to him. Nervousness returned in your stomach. You checked your watch, nine thirty-seven.Â
You should be getting ready to go to bed.Â
Perryâs hand drifted over your other thigh, fingertips drawing little designs into the dark wash fabric. Pulling away from him, you give Perry a sheepish smile at the sound of him huffing, annoyed you were scooting off the bed.
âLet me get ready for bed, I stink from the ride over.â Which was true, you had woken up late and in the rush to get ready to go, you had forgotten to take a shower. Perry laid back on his elbows, watching you gather your toiletry bag and some pjs.
âHurry, I haven't seen you in forever.âÂ
You chuckled nervously at the comment, turning to face him, a goofy smile on his face. âYou facetimed me the other week. You saw plenty then.â You reminded him, turning on your heel and walking briskly out of his room. Letting out a heavy sigh as you walked down the hallway and the stairs. The best working shower was on the main level. You were praying no one was using it, because then you would probably have to go upstairs and join Perry again.Â
It wasn't like you didn't enjoy sex with Perry. He was a kind lover, someone that enjoyed drawing things out and âmaking loveâ as he put it. That was fine when you guys were teens, and had absolutely no idea what either one was doing.Â
Your sex life was stagnant, and that was the plainest way of putting it.
No ups or downs and recently, you were starting to get intrigued about your roommate's hookup stories. Frequently, you found yourself sitting on the couch listening intently as she told you all the nitty gritty details, which normally you would have turned your nose up at.Â
Sex with him was just repetitive, and even when you tried to spice things up, he complained that he didn't like change or what you requested was too freaky for him, even when it was just a little spank on your ass.Â
You should have brought your phone, it was almost pitch black in the house. It seemed like everyone had returned to their rooms. Somehow, by some grace of god, you stumbled your way to the bathroom. Turning on the light ignited a low buzzing, the vanity bulbs assaulting your eyes. The main bathroom had this amazing clawfoot tub, ivory basin and brass handles. Royal installed a shower head above it a few years ago, the matching brass pipes snaking up the wall.Â
The water took a while to heat up, and only stayed like that for a few minutes so your shower was fairly short. You resorted to only scrubbing the necessary parts of your body like your armpits and feet, the rest of your body just got a quick once over. Casually, you cleaned between your legs with the warm water, not wanting to get yourself worked up at all.Â
Coming out, the steam swirled around you. But the draft from under the door was sure to kill it quickly.Â
The towel you brought did a shockingly poor job of soaking up the water, and you suspected that you or your roommate may have added too much soap in the washer when you were cleaning it. Still, you ran it over your body and patted yourself dry the best you could. The pjs you brought still clung to your damp body despite both the shirt and sweats you brought were both loose fitting. Â
Slowly though, you moisturize your face and brushed your teeth. Studying your face in the mirror. It was evident you were not the teenager you used to be. You lost your braces, your figure had filled out, and you just looked more mature in the face. Did Rhett notice how different you looked? Did he find you prettier?
Did he even care?Â
You grabbed onto the porcelain sink as you spit your toothpaste out, rinsing your mouth off with the freezing water. It was more than ridiculous that you were thinking about him in this way, especially because you were three years his senior. Not an incriminating age gap, but enough to where you were sure you would teasingly be called a cougar by your friends.Â
Folding your clothes and placing your toiletries back in the zippered clutch, you opened the door to darkness.
You tried, quietly, to make your way back to Perryâs room. Again, you cursed yourself for forgetting your phone. The flashlight would be great to have right about now.Â
Embarrassingly, you ended up stubbing your toe a few times on the stairs before you made your way to the landing. Each time clamping a hand tightly over your mouth to avoid waking up the whole house with your curses.Â
Finally, after what felt like an hour cautiously making your way to the second floor, you sagged against the wall nearest to Perryâs room, laughing internally at the crazy act you put on to get to the second floor. It was a relief that his room happened to be one of the first doors, so you slowly felt along the wall till you found it, which was cracked open a bit.Â
Perry must've closed it after you left.
You pushed it open and slid in, softly shutting it behind yourself. It smelled a little different than how you remembered it, more like a spicy smell with an undertone of earth. Rather than a woodsy smell. The window beside his bed was covered loosely by the curtains, the smallest sliver of light slicing through the room. Thinking nothing of it, you padded a few steps forward, leaning down and searching for your duffle bag to put your dirty clothes in. After no such luck, you dropped your clothes and toiletry bag on the floor.Â
It was so warm in the room, heating up your skin and making you sleepy.Â
The bed creaked behind you, blankets rustling softly.
Adjusting your shirt, the armpits bunched uncomfortably around your shoulders. You made your way to the empty side of the bed, your eyes had adjusted more in the dark, just enough to see a figure laying under the covers.Â
Your legs hang off the side of the bed when you sit down, you scrub a hand over your face, worried at what tomorrow might bring. Sure, you were excited to see your family, but it was always nerve wracking coming home. There were so many things you left behind in Wabang, including the lifestyle your parents ingrained into you. Â
The mattress creaked again, Perry turning towards you. It dipped as he moved closer.Â
A large warm hand settles higher up on your side, sliding down and fingers now curling around your hip. Your hand instinctively covers Perryâs, your thumb caressing across his knuckles. The touch made you shiver, his fingers pressing harder into your flesh at the reaction.Â
The pants you wore were loose enough in the waist that just by the sudden flexing of his fingers, his pinky dipped below and brushed along the sensitive skin of your hip. You were sure he would realize you weren't wearing any underwear. Â
âYou okay?â A sleepy, groggy voice asks in the dark.Â
That was most definitely not Perry.Â
Stiffening, you tear your hand away and spin around on the bed, looking directly at Rhett. Eyes finally adjusted, you could faintly see his face, full of sleep and turned towards you. He was propped up on an elbow, the sheets once covering him now pooled around his waist, exposing his bare chest.Â
âOh my god.â You whisper-shout, a metallic taste filling your mouth as you scramble to a standing position, âI thought- I thought this was Perryâs room. Oh my god I am so sorry.â You babble, walking frantically over to where you thought you dropped your bag and clothes.
âOther door, across the hall.â Rhett mumbles, voice still laced with sleep. He watched as you bent down, hands searching for your clothes. Your heart was racing and you were breathing heavily, beyond embarrassed. Rhett rolled over to one side of his bed and turned on his bedside lamp. Â
The lamp washes the room in a dim canary light, illuminating your things on the floor. You let out a soft oh and grab them, holding it close to your chest. The rational part of your brain tells you to leave right then and there, to scurry back over to Perryâs room and save yourself any more embarrassment. The stupid part of your brain tells you to be curious and look at Rhett in the lamp light.Â
Turning over your shoulder, you make eye contact with him, clutching your things tighter to you. You weren't much to look at, no makeup, hair not done, donning baggy clothes.Â
Even still, Rhettâs eyes raked over you, and you could swear you could feel it. What you were doing was not much better. Ogling his bare chest, you noticed a raised pink scar on his left shoulder. You couldn't help but stare more, absorbing as much as you could. A tinge of desire pooled between your legs.
You were the first to break the silence, âThank you, for the uhm,â You tip your head towards the lamp, âthe light.â You finish, now backing towards the door. His hair was messy, some strands sticking to his cheeks.
âNot a problem.â Rhett says simply, the muscles in his jaw tensing, âYou uh, you smell nice.â He finishes.Â
Rhett was not a man of many words, not to say that he was dumb. But he never said anything unless he was told or compelled to. Like the last time he said you looked nice was when you were in fourth grade and had an unfortunate run in with the scissors, cutting yourself jagged bangs. Rhett started cackling when he saw what you had done, Cecilia smacking him on the back of the head and forcing him to tell you that âyou look niceâ.Â
âThank you?â You didn't mean to phrase it as a question, it just came out that way.Â
Excusing yourself, you all but ran out of his room, making sure to close the door behind you, accidentally closing it a bit too hard. Cringing, you crossed the hallway and pushed yourself inside Perryâs room. He was sleeping of course, you could hear his soft snores.Â
Dropping your things on your duffle bag, you ease yourself next to Perry, careful not to disturb him. His back was turned towards you. Even while sandwiched between cold sheets and your boyfriend right beside you, you could still feel Rhettâs hand on your hip.Â
How he squeezed it, a probably innocent gesture turned sinful in your mind. How his pinky brushed over the skin of your inner hip. It burned like a branding iron.Â
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It was still dark when you opened your eyes, the soft exhales from Perry the only thing that fills the room.Â
Your stomach was in knots. It had been since you laid down, twisting and hurting. The skin on your hip was rubbed raw by the time you finally fell asleep. Your fingers tracing the same path Rhettâs took when your pants loosened.Â
Never would you admit it out loud. Never would you admit the commitment you had for Perry was slipping. It was too much change. You were staying with him out of convenience.Â
Scared. That's what you were.Â
The thought of breaking up with him also brought the thought of a storm that would come. You slipped out of bed soon after waking up, the cold floor like needles in your feet.
You just needed a drink of water, anything that would quench your parched throat that was like gravel. To your surprise, the saucer light above the dining table was on and it showed up the stairs. Just enough to where you didn't need your phone light.Â
A huge shiver ran down your spine when you saw why the light source was on. The very person you did not want to see was sitting at the end, forehead resting on his clasped fists. But when you went to turn up the stairs, it was too late.
The sudden shift of your feet caused the old stairs to let out a painful groan, Rhett lifting his head from where it was resting. So you forced yourself to make it down the last few platforms, twisting your hands nervously in front of you. A diffident smile on your face.
Rhett didnât seem bothered by your presence, just watching as you grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filling it with tap water.Â
âCanât sleep?â
âNot a bit.â
God, who knew a voice would have such an effect on you.
âMe neither. Which is bad because I have to go see my parents in a bit.â You tried to lighten the mood, pulling out the chair closest to him before settling down.Â
The coaster you grabbed was doing a great job at collecting the condensation sweating off your glass.Â
You were trying to focus on something besides him.Â
Rhett snorted in response, scrubbing a rough hand over his chin. His eyes were trained on the side of your face. They burned a hole in your cheek. You lifted your face up, your fingertips dragging lightly on the side of the glass.Â
It honestly wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. The silence was semi-comfortable, as comfortable as it could be.Â
âRe-Remember when you guys still had that chicken coup near the barn? âN the three of us somehow managed to climb up to the roof? Perry dared you to jump and you were so confident you could fly-â You started, recounting the memory to break the silence.
âThen I broke my elbow.â He finishes with a laugh. âListen, it still clicks.â He holds his left arm out and bends it a few times. In the silence you could hear a faint popping noise, then you snorted a laugh out your nose.Â
âGosh, I tried to stop you! Almost ripped your shirt in half trying to grab you, ya know.âÂ
âI don't think I even hesitated.â He laughed, cheeks reddened in embarrassment. Â
âTo be honest Iâm not sure how you didnât cry. I wouldâve started bawling my eyes out.â
âI think I did when you left with your momma.â Rhett said, his goofy smile fading a bit.
Cocking your head, you furrowed your brows, âWhy then? I thought they took you to the doc a bit after I was gone?âÂ
âWell- becauseâŠâ Rhett rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the table for a second.
âI think because you were beinâ so nice to me. Like Iâm pretty sure you basically carried me inside. Sat with me when my dad was lookinâ me over, brought me a glass of water too.âÂ
You gave him a crooked smile, dipping your head, âWell⊠I felt bad, like really bad. Especially when Royal was makinâ you bend your arm ân stuff.â You cringed at the memory, âHe was pretty rough for you being what? Eleven, maybe twelve years old?âÂ
Rhett bit the inside of his cheek and hummed, a faint smile still on his lips. Behind him, the world was still black. You hoped it would stay like that for a while so you could have Rhett all to yourself.Â
âI was also trying to hold it together so I wouldn't cry âfront of a pretty girl like you.â Â
The world stopped spinning. You could feel its immeasurable halt against your body, the velocity of the sudden stop sliding your chair so your back slammed against the kitchen counters.Â
Your chair never moved.
But even through all this, Rhettâs strong gaze never wavered. It pinned you in place like someone trying to preserve a moth for their collection.Â
âYou thought I was pretty?â
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hi friends! this is mollie from @bcofl0ve starting a side blog to keep fic in it's own bubble from gossip/update stuff since that's what it seemed like ppl wanted re: my end of year survey! please send any requests here on this blog, NOT on bcofl0ve. thank you!
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all again : bucky distanced himself after the wedding. call it what you want, self preservation, selfish- cowardly. but hearing about margeâs death knocked him back- and forward into san bernardino like a slingshot. he was expecting gale to be pissed, that much he accepted on the trip from the pentagon. what he wasnât expecting was the little girl that opened the door instead of his old friend.
all again headcanons
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touch starved gale 1, 2
i wish you were a girl
baseball delusions
slight age regression bucky x daddy!gale
nsfw! bucky experiencing SA in the stalag
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lore masterdoc - you are welcome to write in this au but please consult the doc and message me! / timeline ish
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east side of sorrow : someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of the story. not to john egan, not after the war.
ESOS gale pov by @swifty-fox
nsfw!! ESOS curt pov (curt/kenny) by @swifty-fox
phone POVs
gale | bucky | curt | ken | dad!gale | dad!bucky
headcanons (war time)
basic bckgrnd/how buck and bucky (and curt) met âą general established relationship hcs âą first i love you
headcanons (pre: adopting josie)
settling back in wyoming after the war âą bucky meeting galeâs dad âą bucky realizing he needs help âą buckyâs mental health saga 1 - 2 - 3 âą gale having a hard time with buckyâs mental health âą camp counselor bucky âą the wedding
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headcanons (not just buckbucky related)
curt lives! âą ken + early curt/ken bckgrnd
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Your Eyes Outshine The Town
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (Just Too Good To Be Gone pairing)
Word count:Â 9,586
Rating:Â M - language, light sexual content, but nothing graphicÂ
Warnings: If you donât want to know certain plot spoilers from The Last of Us, you shouldnât read this.Â
Summary: Joel and Ellieâs first Christmas in Jackson is going to be special for a lot of reasons - even though the townâs celebration is a tradition youâve become accustomed to over the years youâve spent in Wyoming.
Authorâs Note: An anon asked if I was going to write something for Joel for Christmas, and even though I said no and this isnât what I *was* working on, itâs just as important. (That other piece will hopefully be ready to go for the premiere of the show, and it is SPICY).Â
This takes place about 7-8 months after Joel and Ellie return to Jackson, and a few months after Help Me Get Away From Myself.Â
Merry Christmas to all that celebrate - and to those that donât, I hope you have a safe and happy weekend!Â
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Song Suggestion: âThis Christmasâ by Donny Hathaway
When he woke up to snow covering the ground in Jackson for the first time, Joel froze in front of the window in his bedroom, staring out at it.Â
It wasnât that heâd never seen snow before; heâd seen plenty.Â
It wasnât even that he hadnât seen snow in Jackson before, because it had been spitting snow for the previous week - squalls that blew through the city, coating the remaining leaves and branches on the trees and bushes for a few hours before it dripped away, leaving everything damp.Â
But it was the first time heâd seen the undisturbed streets and sidewalks, the first time he took notice of the way that it covered the roof of the house across the street from him, thin wisps of gray smoke curling from the chimney in the early morning light.Â
And when he looked back over his shoulder at his bed - where you were sleeping on your side, one hand tucked beneath the pillow, blanket pulled up to your chin, he let out a slow breath, closing his eyes and nodding. This is life now. My life.Â
Instead of having to worry about what the snow used to mean - chilled, damp clothes and waterlogged socks from moisture leaking through hastily repaired boots, a lack of dry firewood, freezing nights spent huddled around whatever small source of warmth could be created - that morning, the snow only meant that the entire city would be a little slower⊠and that he could take it easy.Â
So on that morning - Joelâs first real snowfall in Jackson - he turned away from the window after giving it one last look and then climbed back into bed next to you, one arm slipping around your waist as he urged you back toward him.Â
You mumbled something, the man unable to make out what it was, but you settled your hand over his and squeezed, sighing out his name. âCouple inches of snow out there.â You sighed again, humming - and that time, Joel did catch your words.Â
âKnew it was coming.â You yawned, body stiffening briefly. âGo back to sleep, Joel. Just for a little while.â
You didnât have to tell him twice.Â
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That morning was the first of many snows throughout November and the beginning of December, and as the days got shorter and colder, the snow melted less between storms.Â
It turned the streets into slushy messes and the sidewalks into ice. It resulted in the need for either a fire to be lit constantly, or one of the multiple space heaters he owned to be plugged in and turned on - but he didnât mind.Â
He didnât mind because despite the chilly patrol routes and extra layers he had to put on, it was always worth it to come home to his house and see Ellieâs light on, to see smoke coming from the chimney in her roof - to know that she was alright, and that they didnât have to repeat the previous winter. And we never do again.Â
But even the seven months that heâd been back in Jackson - the integration into the community and the gradual decrease of his anxiety over every moment of every day - hadnât prepared him for the night heâd been heading toward the diner to meet you for dinner and heâd seen a large tree in the center of the square, multiple people working to put it upright. Is that a Christmas tree?Â
Heâd stopped in his tracks again, blinking slowly as he watched men with power tools constructing a base around the trunk. Itâs a damn Christmas tree. Making a mental note to ask you about it while the two of you ate, he shook his head and then stuffed his hands into the pockets of his tan jacket, raising his shoulders and ducking his chin below the collar of the coat.Â
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âOf course itâs a Christmas tree, Joel.â You sipped from your coffee mug, the steaming liquid inside warming you as you swallowed. Wish it was coffee and not tea. âDidnât Tommy tell you? He said that he was going to ask you to let Ellie know.âÂ
âHe didnât say shit.â Joel leaned back in his chair, the remnants of his dinner - runny egg yolks and toast crumbs - smeared across the surface of his plate. âI was just walkinâ here and saw that they were puttinâ it up.âÂ
âYeah. Some of the guys hauled it back the other day. They pulled it down off the mountain behind my place.â You rolled your eyes. âNot like anyoneâs been skiing there in a couple decades, so it might as well do something for this town.âÂ
You watched the subtle twitch of his lips at your joke, but Joel didnât say anything else, keeping his eyes on you. It was strange to you sometimes, to remember just how much of life in Jackson he and Ellie hadnât experienced yet, and Christmas - likely his first safe Christmas season, and maybe Ellieâs first real celebration of the season entirely - was only the most recent thing you could think of.Â
âSo you should tell Ellie. Itâs nothing like old Christmas celebrations used to be, but she wasnât⊠she wonât remember those likewe do.â Tightening your hands around the mug, you shrugged. âShe might like it.â
âSheâll love it.â He reached across the table, fingertips sliding beneath yours and urging one hand away from the mug. You let him, twisting your wrist and pressing your palm to his. âEspecially if thereâs lights.â
âThere are.â You grinned at that, eyes moving up from your joined hands to his face. âNot a lot of them, but there are lights. And since the treeâs huge, lots of kids make ornaments every year - out of pinecones and sticks and string and all that ⊠and the night they turn it on, everyone hangs their ornaments.â
âWhat happens to âem?â You heard the interest in his voice and it made your heartbeat surge with happiness, like it did every time Joel let his guard down and indulged in moments of normalcy. âAt the end of the season?âÂ
âMost of the time theyâre ruined. Jackson gets a lot of snow in the winter, as you can see.â You gestured toward the windows, indicating the softly falling snow outside, and he nodded. âBut the ones that arenât a mess? The kids can take them back if they want, but most of them donât remember what they made, soâŠâ You shrugged. âThey just get tossed.âÂ
âDo you want to tell Ellie?â He released your hand, drawing his back toward his body. âYou are coming over tonight, right?âÂ
âI am.â Youâd been spending more time at Joelâs place ever since getting back from the trip to the cabins at the end of September, but since what you had was still new, you didnât want to wear out your welcome. âWhereâs she at right now?â
âProbably out somewhere with the kids sheâs in school with.â He scratched the side of his neck. âShe came home earlier this afternoon and dropped her stuff of and then ran off with that dark haired girl, Dina?âÂ
âTheyâre probably at Dinaâs house, then.â You took another drink. âIf we head back now, we can get a fire going before it gets too cold in your place.â
âYeah.â He stood, reaching for his coat and pulling it on, your eyes following his movement. âEven though when you say we I know you mean me.âÂ
You stood, too, holding back a snort, and only a minute later, the two of you were making your way down the snowy street and back toward his house, both of you with your heads covered and ducked down.Â
Neither of you spoke much as you walked, hurrying toward your destination, but when you were safely in his front hall, the door shut behind you, you groaned, shivering as you took your jacket off again. He hurried into the living room and knelt down to light the waiting fire, and you followed, perching on the end of the couch cushions. âI only meant you because youâre so much better at starting fires than I am.âÂ
âYeah, sure.â He looked back at you over one shoulder, smirking. âYou just like watching me like this.âÂ
âYou caught me.â Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide the surprise in your voice at the bold way he flirted with you - the action very uncharacteristic of Joel as you knew him to be, but something that was happening more as he spent each additional day in Jackson. âHow can I resist you when youâre kneeling in front of a -â
âAnybody home?â You heard Ellieâs voice before you saw the girl, and even though you caught Joelâs flinch at the sudden sound, he relaxed quickly, turning away from you and back to the fire.Â
âIn here, Ellie.â Leaning back, you crossed your legs at the ankle, still keeping your eyes on Joelâs broad shoulders. âBoth of us.âÂ
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âDid you guys see that big tree?â He was still busy with the fire, coaxing the remaining embers from that morning alight with scraps of kindling, but he knew the girl was excited from the sound of her voice. âDina said that Jacksonâs Christmas is really cool, and that everyone goes, even the people that donât celebrate. That means sheâs going to be there too, with her family, and -âÂ
âSlow down, Ellie.â Tiny flames licked at the wood, and once he was satisfied that theyâd catch, Joel stood, brushing his hands off on his jeans. âApparently my brother was supposed to tell me what was goinâ on, but he didnât. I just found out about that tree a couple hours ago, too.â
âIâve never celebrated Christmas before.â The girl plopped down onto the chair, leaving only the space next to you open. Oh, you little shit. âWhatâs it like?âÂ
âWell.â You leaned in, putting your feet flat on the floor and resting one elbow on the arm of the couch as Joel sat next to you. âThere are cookies. Lots of cookies. And some of the adults like to sing old Christmas carols. I was telling Joel earlier that a lot of the kids like to make ornaments to hang on the big tree, so you can definitely do that, too.âÂ
He watched as the girlâs eyes widened, Ellie looking between the two of you in excitement. He loved seeing that expression on her face, and though heâd only had the opportunity a handful of times - seeing the sunrise on the way out of Boston, looking out and over a lake on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, and when theyâd stumbled on the giraffes in Salt Lake City the three clearest in his mind - he looked forward to seeing it more often. And now I might get to.Â
âAre there presents?â You laughed at that, shoulders shaking as you leaned over and toward him, Joelâs arm going around you to steady your body. âBecause Iâve read that -
âYeah, Ellie, there are presents at Christmas.â Joel heard you clear your throat, the manâs eyes narrowing in anticipation of whatever it was that you were about to say. âBut most of them are handmade - scarves and socks and clothes. Food, from the people that are really good at it.âÂ
âWhat else would there be?â She blinked, frowning. âI mean, what else do people need besides -â
âBack before, EllieâŠâ He paused, thinking. âChristmas presents werenât about the things you needed. People would buy stuff just because they thought someone else would like it, even if it wasnât useful.âÂ
âLike movies and music and video games.â You pointed to the shelves across the room. âThat kind of stuff was what people wanted, to keep themselves occupied when they werenât at work or in school.âÂ
âJewelry was another big one.â Joel smiled - showing teeth - as a memory came back to him. âI remember one year, Tommy was seeinâ this woman. Had to be ⊠I donât know, three, maybe four years before everything changed?â Ellie leaned in closer, eyes wide and focused on him, and he felt you shift closer, your arm going around him. âAnd he wanted to get her somethinâ real nice for Christmas, so he tried to find a necklace for her.â Joel rubbed at his face with his hand. âAnd I shit you not, it was probably the ugliest thing Iâve ever seen in my life, had this big olâ flower charm on it.â He paused, laughing. âHe was so damn proud of it, and when he gave it to her for Christmas, we were all waitinâ to see what sheâd say and âŠâÂ
âAnd?â It was you that spoke up, fingers curling into the soft flannel that covered his ribs. âWhat did she think?âÂ
âShe loved it.â Joel scoffed and Ellie laughed hard, the girlâs giggle warming the room up even more than the fire already had. Oh, I love hearinâ that.  âShe didnât take that goddamn thing off for months, and then when they broke up, he found it in his mailbox and smashed into pieces even though she was the one that ended it.âÂ
âWas he madâ Ellieâs foot tapped on the floor, her hands gripping her knees. âTommy? Was he -â
âNo. See the damn thing was made of real gold, and so he took all the broken pieces and sold âem and then he and I went out and got drunk.âÂ
It was a good memory - one of the last Christmas gatherings that theyâd had as a family, a couple cousins and one uncle driving in from various parts of the state to celebrate, but heâd forgotten all about the necklace until that moment. Wonder if Tommy ever thinks about it. âPeople used to make Christmas lists, Ellie.â You spoke up again, Joel turning his head to look at you. âPut stuff on them that they wanted or needed so that if people were going to get them a gift, they knew what to look for.âÂ
âDo you make lists here?â Ellie blinked slowly. âSince there are presents?â
âSome of the kids do. They put things on them like toys and books and clothes and so a couple weeks before Christmas, someone takes all those lists and goes through what weâve got in storage to see if anything fits. Itâs not always exactly what they asked for, but usually ⊠usually we can get something for everyone since we have so much stockpiled.âÂ
âI didnât know that.â Joelâs voice was quiet, and when you met his eyes and shrugged, he knew immediately that you were one of the ones that did the searching, even though you hadnât told him as much. âThatâs real nice.âÂ
âYeah. And it works out for the kids that donât celebrate Christmas, too. The tree in the center of town is a Christmas tree, and no one would ever say otherwise, but itâs just sort of become ⊠a symbol of the holidays in general. Warmth and comfort and happiness and all that.âÂ
âMakes sense.â He gave you a small smile - and a single nod of his head before turning his attention back to Ellie. âSo yeah. I guess we get to celebrate Christmas this year, kiddo.âÂ
âCool.â Her smile lit up her face, eyes brightening. âSo when is it?âÂ
âThe lights will go on in a couple days, but the town celebration is December 23rd.â You sat up straight, Joel watching as you adjusted the hem of your shirt. âSo youâve got some time. And,â you continued, turning your attention to him. âSince this is the first Christmas here for both of you, if thereâs anything you can think of that you want or need⊠let me know.â There was another pause and then you kept going, Joel barely able to conceal his laugh at the glint in your eyes. âBecause I can put in a good word with Santa Claus.â
Ellie, on the other hand couldnât stop herself from laughing and the two of you joined her moments later, Joel pulling you against his chest and kissing the top of your head.
He hadnât given Christmas much more than a passing thought in years - but as he sat in his cozy living room, laughing with the two of you, he knew that it wouldnât be the case that year.Â
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âWeâre going to be late if we donât hurry up.âÂ
Ellie was nearly bouncing up and down as she waited for you to pull your coat on, the girl bundled up in a thick jacket of her own, along with a hat and a pair of gloves sticking out of one of her pockets. âIâm coming. Itâs fine, though. We wonât be late.âÂ
âWhat took you so long to get back? I thought you didnât work today.âÂ
âI didnât. Someone took my shift so that I could make sure everything was done for tonight.â Youâd gotten sidetracked checking names on the gifts that had been collected, making sure that no one was left out, and before youâd realized it, it was an hour until you were supposed to leave. âTook me a little longer than I thought it would.âÂ
âJoelâs probably already there. He left hours ago for Tommyâs. Radioed over to make sure I was going to leave on time, and - â
âWell you did.â Smiling at the girl, you picked up your own walkie, pressing a button on the side. âJoel? If youâre still at Tommy and Mariaâs, weâre getting ready to leave now. See you in a few.âÂ
It took a few seconds for his response - a quick âGotcha. See you soonâ - but as soon as heâd spoken, you and Ellie headed for the door, the girl walking next to you with her hands stuffed into her coat pockets. âDid you ask for anything this year?âÂ
âNo.â It was the truth - sort of. Youâd hinted to one of the bakery girls that it would be great to have an extra loaf of sourdough so that you could make Joel and Ellie a nice breakfast on Christmas morning, and youâd put your name on the list for a replacement space heater, but aside from that, you hadnât thought of anything else that you needed. Because Iâve got exactly what I want. âWhat about you?âÂ
âYou already looked at my list.â She glanced up at you and adjusted the straps on her backpack, waiting a few seconds. âI know you did, so -â
âYeah, but I mean ⊠did you mention anything to Joel? To Cat or Dina? To Maria and Tommy? Anything that you didnât put on that list?âÂ
âNo. I didnât⊠I didnât want to ask for anything because it feels⊠weird.â You understood where she was coming from - and needed her to know it.
âMy first Christmas here was like that, too. I didnât want to ask for anything because it just felt⊠weird. The worldâs gone to shit, and Iâm asking for presents, you know?â She nodded, quickening her steps as you reached the corner of Kelly and Cache, making a right and going north toward the center of town. âItâs ok to want things, Ellie. Youâve had a tough year and a half, and I know that youâve been through a lot more than most of the kids that grew up here, but you do still have a couple years til youâre an adult.âÂ
âIâll remember that for next year.â She reached out and squeezed your hand, keeping hold of it briefly. âWhy do you think Joel didnât want to walk with us?â You had your theories, but didnât want to mislead the girl - even unintentionally, and so you just shrugged, urging Ellie to walk faster.Â
âThereâs hot chocolate, Ellie.â You fell into step with a few other residents of Jackson as you got closer to the center of town, your eyes focused forward and waiting for the first glimpse of the massive tree and booths set up around it. âHot chocolate and cookies and music. And sometimes, someoneâs doing magic tricks and -â
âLast year at Christmastime I thought Joel was going to die.â She let out a shuddering breath and stopped walking, turning to face you. âAnd this year weâre here and weâre celebrating, and it just seems so⊠so fucking wrong, and -âÂ
âEllie.â You stopped, too, and then stepped closer, crouching down so that you could look her in the eye. âHe didnât die. You kept him alive. And you keeping him alive meant that he ended up bringing you back here. And yeah, I know itâs a lot to take in, especially when you grew up in a place like Boston and havenât ever experienced this before.â She nodded, her wide eyes glistening with tears. âIâve told him this so many times, and now Iâm going to tell you. There is nothing wrong with letting yourself experience life when you have the opportunity to.â
âBut -â
âNo. Ellie, youâre here. Youâre alive. Youâre surrounded by people that care about you. You get to be a teenager. Itâs not wrong. You donât need to feel guilty. Thatâs why weâve worked so hard to make things in Jackson as normal for everyone as we can.â Reaching out, you laid a hand on her shoulder. âAnd that means for you, too.â You couldnât imagine what those weeks had been like for Ellie and Joel, or what had gone through the girlâs mind during them - but you didnât want her to dwell on the past. Not now. Not tonight. âIf you ever want to talk about it, Iâm here. But tonight ⊠donât think about any of that, alright? You two deserve this.âÂ
âI⊠I can try.â She sniffed, using the back of her sleeve to wipe at her nose. âFor him.â
âNo.â You stood, hand still on her shoulder. âDonât try for him, Ellie. Do it for yourself.â You watched her for long seconds and saw the look in the girlâs eyes change from sadness and apprehension to one of resolve, her shoulders squaring.Â
âYeah. Ok.âÂ
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He was waiting for the two of you on one of the benches just outside the square, and Joel was doing something that he hadnât had much time to do in years: people watching.Â
There were people in Jackson that he hadnât ever met, but for the most part, Joel was able to place each person that walked by - some of them raising their hands to wave at him, others giving him a single nod of their chins as they hurried past. But each of them had a look on their faces that he hadnât seen in such abundance since before the outbreak. Happiness. Theyâre all⊠happy.Â
And he supposed that he was happy, too - content and satisfied in a way that still seemed foreign to him on most days. But it was easier as more time passed, and he was stunned to realize that he didnât feel like he had to be on alert at every moment - even when he was out in the open and exposed in the way he was while sitting on the bench.Â
But it was more than that - he didnât feel his heart twist in his chest when Ellie was out of sight anymore, and he often found himself leaving his house without a weapon, the only thing in his pocket his house keys.Â
The rate at which heâd settled into life in Jackson had stunned him - and he knew that meeting you had been a major part of it. But also.. The way Ellie took to her helped, too. He still had his days - just like anyone - but while a year ago he would have thought it impossible that heâd be in the position he was currently, Joel found that he had nothing to complain about.Â
That realization was reinforced when you and Ellie came into view, the girlâs head covered by a dark knit cap and yours shrouded with the large hood of your jacket. She was walking close to you, and for long moments, he did nothing but watch, making note of the way that the girl looked up at you, her cheeks rosy from the cold - and of the way you paid attention to not only what she was saying but also your surroundings, never focusing on one thing for too long.Â
Unlike many people in Jackson, you hadnât completely let your guard down despite how often you reminded him that it was safe within the walls, and he appreciated it. You looked out not only for yourself, but for the people that you were with, and when people meant Ellie? That was worth everything to Joel.Â
He pushed off of the bench and made his way toward you the two of you, weaving through everyone that was milling around. âHey, you t-â The words caught in his throat when Ellie broke away from you and sprinted toward him, throwing her arms around his body and pressing her cheek to his chest. Whatâs goinâ on? âEllie?â He hugged her back, the action almost automatic in a way that he hadnât ever believed would be possible again, and when he felt her trembling in his arms, he looked up at you, brow furrowed.Â
You shook your head, mouthing the word âlaterâ and he understood immediately, his hands moving from Ellieâs back to her shoulders. She let go a few seconds later and then took a step back, drawing in a long breath as she tilted her head to look up at him. âSorry. Iâm gonna go find Dina and Jesse. Bye!âÂ
She darted off, leaving the two of you standing a few feet apart. âWhat in the hell was -â
âShe feels guilty about being here.â Stepping closer, you reached up, touching his stomach with one gloved hand. âAfter what you went through last winter.â Oh. âAnd about more than that, too, but you were the first thing she brought up, and I think itâs ⊠itâs overwhelming for her.âÂ
âIâm sure it is. Itâs overwhelminâ for me, too.â Nodding sympathetically, you gave him a tight smile. âShould I go find her?â
âNah.â Closing the final distance between you, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, the tip of your nose cold against his skin. âJust let her find her friends. Sheâll be alright. And Iâm sure seeing you here tonight with me and Tommy and Maria will help.â He hummed in reply, unwilling to let you go - and you didnât seem to mind.Â
âCanât take you two anywhere, can we?â His brotherâs voice from behind him startled Joel, the two of you separating, though he kept his arm around your shoulders. âAlways gotta be right next to âŠâ He trailed off as Maria took her place beside him, the man wrinkling his nose. âAlright, I guess I have no room to talk.âÂ
âYou donât.â You put your hand on your hip, leaning into Joelâs side. âIâve seen the two of you Tommy Miller, and Joel and I arenât anywhere near as bad.â
âSheâs not lying.â Maria winked at him, and Joelâs smile grew, the manâs posture loosening. âGood to see you here, Joel.âÂ
âWouldnât have missed it.â Clearing his throat with a cough, he looked around the square, his eyes lingering on the tree. âNever would have heard the end of that from any of you.âÂ
âGot that right, big brother.â Tommy was smirking and Joel rolled his eyes, the four of you heading over for the hot chocolate table, each of you grabbing a cup of it. âDonât tell anyone.â Tommy waited til you were a few feet away before reaching into the interior pocket of his jacket and pulling out a flask. âGot the good stuff.âÂ
You held out your drink just as fast as Maria did, Joel joining shortly after, and once all of your cups had been sufficiently spiked, Joel was surprised to hear the other man clear his throat and ask everyone to raise their cups. âWhatâs this, Tommy? I thought it was Mariaâs turn to -â
âTold him he could have this one.â Mariaâs voice was quiet, and he watched her slip one arm around Tommyâs waist, tucking herself under his arm. âGo ahead, Tommy.â
You moved closer, and Joel watched as you raised your cup and then looked at him expectantly, not breaking eye contact until heâd lifted his hand an acceptable amount, too. Theyâre all in on this, whatever it is.Â
âTo another year in Jackson.â Tommy paused, glancing down and then back up, his eyes locking with Joelâs. âTo the first Christmas with my brother in ⊠too goddamn long.â He sucked a breath in, eyes widening, and Joel knew that you felt him stiffen, but the slow movement of your hand over his back never stopped, the motion soothing him even though Tommyâs words caught him off guard. âTo all the things none of us ever thought would be possible again.âÂ
There was more that Tommy wanted to say, but Joel saw him falter, heard the tremble in his voice, and so with a single nod, he pushed his cup forward and clinked the edge of it with Tommyâs, you and Maria joining in before all four of you sipped the drinks. Shit, I wasnât expectinâ that.
You took the cup from him without him having to ask, and once Maria had done the same from her husband, Joel moved forward and wrapped his arms around Tommy, hugging him as tightly as was possible through their thick jackets. Damn, I really wasnât expecting this. They stayed locked in an embrace for a long time, Joelâs heart pounding, and when Tommy straightened up, he was barely holding his tears back, lips pressed together in a tight line. âWonât be the last, Tommy.âÂ
âIt better not be.â You cut in, leaning closer. âKinda like having you around, Joel Miller.â I like being around. That was all it took - and Joel didnât miss the silent acknowledgement Tommy shot you, or the way his chest rose and fell when he took a deep breath after taking his cocoa back from Maria. âWeâve got what, twenty minutes before this starts?â
âYeah.â Maria checked the clock, nodding. âIâve gotta give my little speech in about twenty, and then we pass out the presents.â She sipped her drink as the four of you walked closer to the tree, more people nodding hello as you passed. âAnd then the party starts. The little kids are gonna sing for us, so âŠâ She trailed off, clearing her throat. âSo weâll see what happens.â Smooth, Maria.Â
You split off from them a minute later, tugging on Joelâs arm as you pulled him off in the direction of Ellie and her friends, but you stopped short of reaching them, the two of you taking a seat on a different bench. âJust wanted to give you a minute, Joel. After the Ellie hug and Tommyâs toast, I thought ⊠well, I thought you needed it.â You put your hood down before turning your head to look at him.Â
âI do.â He leaned in, lips finding your temple. âThank you.â You didnât say anything in reply, but you did lay your head down and against his shoulder ⊠and despite the fact that Joel wasnât used to being so open with affection in public, he had to admit that with you, it was growing on him.Â
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The time that the two of you had sitting on the bench was cut short when Ellie ran up, Dina and Jesse in tow. She stood in front of you, her hands on her hips. âCan we stand together?â She wet her lips. âFor the presents, I mean?âÂ
âOf course, Ellie.â The words rumbled through him, and even with the layers separating you, you could feel his chest moving, the man nodding at the girl.Â
You loved seeing them together - loved watching as their relationship changed in front of your eyes, and even though the moments earlier had been difficult, they were proof that being in Jackson was the right thing for both of them. They could still be out there. Still be ⊠alone. He would have taken care of her, you were certain of it, but you knew what could happen, and that you didnât want to even entertain the thought of it happening to them.Â
Making your way over to where the crowd was gathered, you took your places near the front, Joelâs hand holding yours tightly, Ellie on his other side. Dina and Jesse stood close, the three teenagers talking quietly between themselves.Â
As you scanned the crowd, you were struck again with how normal things felt - and even though it was only for one night, it made you smile. There were still people guarding the walls, still people out on patrol - even more ready and waiting to spring into action on a momentâs notice ⊠but inside the walls of Jackson, you could forget about that for a few hours here and there. And we do. And itâs what keeps us ⊠going.Â
Squeezing Joelâs hand tighter as Maria moved to stand in front of the tree, Tommy a few feet away with his hands behind his back, you grinned at your friend, giving her a nod. âSheâs going to make this short, Joel. She hates public speaking.âÂ
âNot as much as my brother.â Joel snorted, the sound quiet. âNo way.â
Maria opened her speech by thanking everyone for coming and making a few general announcements - that snow removal duty lists were posted in the community center, that hours would be changing in some of the stores to coincide with the colder days and decreased amount of light, that the food pantry was going to be freshly stocked early in the new year, and that typical amounts of things were expected.Â
You were used to these announcements, and so while she spoke, you watched Joel, the man taking it all in with a look of surprise on his face - which you understood. Youâd heard about Boston and rationing from Tommy. You understood shortages and fighting for supplies - and youâd only had to do it for two years while Joel and Tommy had done it for many. Just another thing to love about this place, Joel.Â
You gripped his hand tighter, Mariaâs words changing into the holiday portion of the night. She reminded everyone that while the Christmas tree was the focal point of the celebration, it was not the only winter holiday that the residents of Jackson celebrated - and that the night was meant to honor those traditions too, both through food and other decorations that were placed around the plaza. âAnd it doesnât matter what holiday youâre celebrating, thereâs never a bad time for a present, right kids?âÂ
A chorus of cheers erupted around you, and like many of the people in the crowd, you clapped and laughed along with them. Maria thanked you by name along with the others that had acted as Santaâs elves to make sure everyoneâs wishes were granted, and at that, Joel released your hand and wound an arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close as he could while Ellie leaned forward and beamed at you. âItâs no big deal,â you whispered, cheeks burning. âI just like doing it.âÂ
âIt is a big deal and you know it.â He murmured the words into your ear, voice low. âTake some credit for once.â Alright. Agreeing with a nod, you settled back into place as Maria called out names a few at a time, the children of Jackson walking up to take their gifts from her.Â
Ellie, Dina, Tara and Jesse were called as a group, and you caught the surprise in her eyes as she turned back to face you. âI didnât ask for -â
âGo.â Gesturing with your chin, you winked. She made her way to the front of the crowd and took the box from Maria, stepping back to where you and Joel were standing, her lower lip caught firmly between her teeth.Â
âYou gonna open it?â Joel shifted on his feet, curiosity in his tone. âProbably should. It is a -â
âYeah, IâmâŠâ She frowned. âThis is my first ever Christmas present, so âŠâ It made your heart thump in your chest, and while she was focused on the gift in her hands, you and Joel shared a look, a quick shake of your head enough to keep him from speaking. You both had gifts for her to open on Christmas morning, but you didnât want to ruin the surprise. âWhoâs it from?â
âThink of it as being from Jackson, Ellie. Itâs not from one specific person.â You leaned forward. âBut I did pick it out.â That was all it took, the girl tearing open the paper to reveal a brightly colored box, one hand pulling the lid off while the other held it steady.Â
âOh, cool!â She grinned up at you, the smile wider than youâd ever seen it on her face. âArt supplies? This is âŠâ She swore under her breath, looking down at what she held in her hands. âPens and pencils? New notebooks?â She went quiet, staring into the box, and when she looked up at you, it took everything in you to keep your composure. âThank you. Thank you so much, I⊠damn this is cool.âÂ
âYouâre welcome, Ellie.â Reaching over, you squeezed her shoulder. âJust make sure you have fun using them, alright?â The girl assured you that she would and then turned around to show Dina and her other friends her present, the four of them talking excitedly about what theyâd received. âThat went well.â
âYou made her night.â He turned to face you, setting his hands on your shoulders. âThank you.âÂ
âOf course. Anything to make her smile.â He stared at you for a few seconds and then leaned in, kissing you on the forehead. âWhat was that for?â
âIâm gonna have to leave you here for a little while. I hope thatâs alright.â He stepped backwards, watching you with slightly narrowed eyes. âStay here with Ellie?âÂ
âWhere else would I go?â He didnât say anything, turning away from you and stopping next to the girl, leaning over to say something into her ear. You watched with curiosity, and when Ellie stepped next to you again a few seconds later, her eyes bright with excitement, you knew that something was up. âWhatâs going on, Ellie?â
âDonât worry about it.â You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off, opening the box she held again and pulling one of the notebooks out. âWhat should I draw first? I thought maybe I could go to sketch the horses in the stables, but Iâve already done that, and âŠâÂ
She was distracting you and you knew it, but you let it happen, inching closer to the girl and suggesting a few other things for her to draw - the mountains, the town square, some of the people in Jackson, Ellie jotting down a few ideas on the first page. âYou know, itâd be easier for you to hold that if you put everything else in your bag.â You tapped her on the back. âWhy did you bring this anyway?âÂ
âI didnât know how long weâd be out and I wanted a place to put my gloves and hat so I wouldnât lose them.â She glanced up at you. âHabit, I guess.â That makes sense. âWill you help me?â You nodded, unzipping her backpack and then taking the box from her, leaving the girl holding only the notebook and a pencil. As you tucked the box into the empty pocket and zipped it, you heard the crowd cheering again, your gaze raising from her to the space in front of the tree - where Joel was standing, holding his guitar, Tommy and Maria next to him. âSurprise.âÂ
 âEllie, what -â You watched as the younger kids began to make their way toward the front of the crowd, Tommy and Maria talking to the second man, whose fingers were wrapped around the neck of the guitar, flexing every now and then. âEllie, is he -â
âJust watch.â She pulled on your hand with one of hers, and you stepped through the crowd, too, breath caught around a lump in your throat.Â
Youâd heard him play before - the manâs nimble fingers strumming notes on his porch and at Tommy and Mariaâs, occasionally joining in with his voice, too, but youâd never known him to play for more than a few people at a time. And nearly everyoneâs here tonight. âWe canât do anything about the singing,â Maria started, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. âBut Joelâs agreed to play as a live backing track for a few of the carols tonight, if everyoneâs alright with that.âÂ
The kids cheered and some of the adults - including Tommy and Maria - clapped, but it was Ellieâs whistle from right next to you that carried the loudest, Joelâs eyes snapping immediately to her - and then to you, his gaze focused but also a little smug.Â
Maria slid the microphone into the stand and then lowered it, pushing it in front of Joel, who slung the guitarâs strap around his neck, getting it into position.Â
The first notes rang out over the square - Jingle Bells - and the crowd immediately joined in. But you couldnât take your eyes off of Joel, watching as he moved his fingers over the frets and strings without lifting his head, the crown of it - and his thick dark hair illuminated by the lights on the tree. For the first time in nearly 20 years, you didnât join in with the carol singing, one hand lifted to cover your mouth instead. âAre you ok?â Ellie nudged you. âIs this a -â
âEllie,â You turned your head as the song ended, Joel finally looking up and giving a single nod. âHeâs here because of you right now.â She sucked in a breath as he started another song - Frosty the Snowman - the man lowering his head again as he played. âRemember that, OK?âÂ
âYeah.â The girl sniffed and then nodded. âYeah, he is.â You returned your attention to Joel, making note of the set of his shoulders and the way he didnât fumble a single note, even in the cold.Â
He played a couple more - short ones like We Wish You A Merry Christmas and Deck The Halls, and then took a pause, looking up and inhaling deeply. His eyes landed on you and you nodded, gloved fingers of one hand pressed to your lips. âThis is gonna be my last one.â He cleared his throat, while still strumming, his voice audible through the mic even though it was quiet since it was positioned so low. âItâs about a reindeer named Rudolph.âÂ
The kids cheered again, and when Joel started playing the actual song, it didnât take them long to nearly drown him out with their voices. About halfway through the song, you watched his fingers falter, though he caught himself almost immediately. But then, out of the corner of one eye, you watched as Tommy turned away, bringing one hand up to wipe beneath his eyes. Whatâs going on?Â
Joel finished the song and then pulled his hand away from the strings, fingers curling into a loose fist, and you watched as he steadied himself by taking a deep breath, chin still tucked to his chest. The rest of the crowd was busy clapping and cheering, so they didnât see Joel raise his hand in the same motion as Tommy - but you did - and so did Ellie. The girl said your name and you turned toward her, uncertain. âWhy is -â
âI have no idea, Ellie. Iâll go find out though.â She glanced down at her notebook - a quick sketch of a man and a guitar visible on the page - and then back at you.Â
âOK. Let me know if he needs anything. Iâm gonna go and work on this.â Telling her you would, you made your way toward where Joel had moved off to, partially out of view next to the tree, Tommy close by.Â
You didnât want to interrupt, but when you heard what your best friendâs husband had to say, you didnât need to.Â
âHavenât heard you play that in 20 years. Not since the last Christmas with Sarah.âÂ
âÂ
Heâd almost made it through - almost, but then his fingers had started playing Rudolph, and he hadnât been able to stop them. It hit him harder than heâd expected, the familiar notes coaxed out with the picking of his fingers, and even though heâd heard the crowd singing along, he hadnât really heard them, the memory of Sarah and Tommyâs voices joining his in front of a well-lit Christmas tree in a previous life had been all that he could focus on.Â
He took a moment when the song ended, catching his breath, and then nodded once at the crowd before he headed for the side of the tree and found Tommy standing there, the manâs eyes rimmed with red. âFuck, Joel.âÂ
âYeah. I know.â There was nothing else to say, and so he waited, pulling the guitar from around his neck and gripping the neck of it as he held it by his side.Â
âHavenât heard you play that in 20 years. Not since the last Christmas with Sarah.âÂ
He heard your gasp at Tommyâs words, and when both men looked your way, Joelâs chest got tight at the sight of your expression - eyes wide and your body rigid. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to intrude.âÂ
âYouâre not.â Joel spoke, taking a half step toward you. âNot even close.â You moved toward him and though you were hesitant, you reached for his hand, Joel looking down as you took it. For once, your hand looked bigger than his, encased in the thick gloves you wore, and it made him smile, though the expression was gone only a few moments after it appeared. âTommyâs right, though. Used to play Christmas songs for us after we opened presents. Rudolph was ⊠was her âŠâ
âIt was her favorite.â Tommy cleared his throat, moving closer, and Joel only nodded again, fighting back tears. âSo Joel always played it last because he knew sheâd go nuts adding in all the little ⊠whatta you call them? The extras?â He laughed. âLike a lightbulb and like Monopoly?âÂ
âWe used to do that, too. Right after âSanta came to sayâ it was always the biggest, loudest âho ho hoâ, and -â
âYeah.â Joel interrupted, tightening his hold on your hand. âIt was.âÂ
âIt was good to hear it again, big brother.â Tommy cleared his throat and reached out, clapping a hand on Joelâs arm. âReal good.â He pointed with his free hand at the front of the tree, where the crowd had started singing again, led by Maria and a few of the other women. âBut Iâm gonna go sing with my wife now, if thatâs alright.â Yeah. Yeah, it is.Â
He nodded in reply, and when Tommy had brushed past you, telling you to have a good night, it was just the two of you left - and he didnât know what to say. You knew about Sarah. You knew what losing her had done to him, and you never pushed him to talk more than he wanted to about her. But tonight, I want her to. I want her to ⊠âDid you sing for her, Joel?â Still holding his hand, you led him over to the bench next to his guitar case. âNot just for Christmas, but ⊠when you played?â
âI did.â It was the right question - and one that he was more than happy to answer, Joel nodding as he zipped up the case. âStarted out when she was little - Iâd sing her nursery rhymes, the ABCs⊠all of those. When she got older, weâd sing songs on the radio together. She could play a little by the time she was eight or nine, and it wasâŠâ He sat back up, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of one hand. âIt was nice to have somethinâ we both liked.âÂ
âYou took her to concerts, right?â He nodded. âBet that was fun.âÂ
âIt was.â He looked up, the clouds all but gone and the moon and stars shining brightly. âWeâd try to go to one every time a band she liked came through Austin. Took her to see shows at the fair sometimes, too.âÂ
âI miss the fair.â You leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing. âAll that food? The games?â That got a short chuckle out of him, Joel nodding as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. âWho was her favorite?â
âCanât remember the name now. Something Drops. Was the last show we saw together before it all happened.â It was easier to talk with you about Sarah than he thought it would be, but even though that was the case, he felt his breaking point rapidly approaching. âSorry I didnât tell you about tonight. I didnât know ⊠I didnât want to get your hopes up and then back out last minute.â
âItâs fine. Iâm really glad you played. It was nice to see. And hear.â The crowd was beginning to disperse, everyone breaking away from the main tree and heading for the booths that surrounded it, and Joel figured that it wouldnât take long for Ellie to find the two of you.Â
You shivered next to him and Joel hummed your name, waiting until you sat up to look at him. âThere anything else to stay here and see?âÂ
âNot really, no. People are going to start heading home soon. Itâs cold as shit, and once the singingâs done, itâs just socializing.âÂ
âWe should get going then.â He looked down, eyes on his guitar case. âWant to get this back into the house.â He stood and reached out to take your hand but you surprised him, bending down and grabbing the strap of the case, rising to your feet and sliding it over one shoulder. âI can carry that.â
âIâve got it, Joel.â He opened his mouth to protest, but you shook your head, giving him a soft smile. âLetâs go find Ellie.âÂ
âÂ
Two hours later, the three of you were back at his house, Ellie tucked into her garage for the night and you sound asleep in his bed. But even though heâd taken you to bed - the sex slow and gentle, more roaming hands and lingering mouths than anything else, Joel was wide awake.Â
So he slipped out of bed, kissing your temple and coaxing a quiet sigh from your lips before he turned the space heater on and headed downstairs, pulling his boots and jacket back on. His guitar was leaning against the wall in his entryway and he grabbed that, too, carrying it onto the porch and lighting the lantern before he sat down.Â
He plucked a few notes once he was settled, but his eyes were trained forward - the man staring out at the street in front of him, on the single light in the neighborâs upstairs window, and then, finally, on the stars again, his fingers picking up speed as he continued to play.Â
The notes carried out into the still night air, and even though he wasnât playing anything in particular, Joel felt himself relaxing, the weight of the emotion from playing in front of the town and playing Sarahâs song bleeding out of him.Â
He wasnât surprised when, a few minutes later, he heard the door open and you stepped out onto the porch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders. âDidnât mean to wake you.
âItâs alright.â Shrugging, you lowered yourself onto the railing, bracing your back on the support beam. âUnless youâd rather I go back inside.âÂ
âNo.â He played another note and then pulled his hand away, raising it to scratch the back of his neck. âNo, stay.âÂ
And you did, leaning back and staying quiet, content to listen to Joel strumming the guitar in the frigid darkness. He was content, too, the man humming under his breath as he played, the creaking of the rocking chair he sat on quiet enough so that the music drowned it out.Â
But when he switched to a different song and started singing along as he played, he heard your sharp intake of breath, watching the way you leaned forward as he brought his gaze in from the horizon to meet yours.Â
It wasnât one that he played often - and because heâd wanted to keep things short and sweet for the kids earlier, heâd only practiced it a few times after finding the Christmas sheet music heâd used to refamiliarize himself with the songs. But it was one of his favorites, and it seemed natural to play it that night. Especially for her.Â
He wasnât the best singer - and he knew it - but you didnât seem to mind as you listened, head tilted to one side and your eyes closing briefly as he reached the first chorus, your smile growing from a small one into one that overtook your face. Is this really all it takes? All I need to beâŠÂ
When he paused between verses to take a breath, you stood, keeping your eyes on him, and Joel found himself unable to look away. I donât want to. He stumbled over the notes but you didnât seem to notice, leaning back against the wood again as you resituated the blanket, drawing it tighter around yourself.Â
He finished the second verse and then started another chorus but stopped abruptly, setting the guitar down and standing, taking the two steps it took him to reach you. âJoel, wh-â You breathed out the words, unable to do much because of the way the blanket was wrapped around you, and let him tip your chin up, mouth opening slightly in surprise.Â
âI know Iâm not the easiest person to be around.â He stroked your lower lip with his thumb, frowning. âAnd I know I drive you anâ Ellie crazy sometimes.â
âYou do.â You winked at him, Joel scoffing and blowing out a puff of air, his breath visible, even in the low light. âBut we donât mind.âÂ
âGood. I hope it stays that way.â Leaning in, he kissed you, his eyes finally closing as your mouths met. You stretched your arms out and enveloped him in the blanket with you, the pressure of your hands on his upper back pulling him in even closer.Â
It was unbelievable to him that a mere 8 months earlier, he hadnât known you, and as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and into your waiting mouth, he groaned at the realization that whatever he felt about the timeframe of your relationship, you likely did too.âWe should go inside, Joel. Itâs freezing out here.âÂ
You spoke against his cheek, but Joel didnât move toward the door, instead winding both arms around your body and hugging you tightly, keeping you rooted to the spot you stood in. âI think I can warm you up.â He sighed, kissing you again. âIn fact, I know I can.âÂ
The truth was that he was in no hurry to move - and for a man that had spent two decades of his life constantly looking over his shoulder and thinking three steps ahead, it was a drastic - but welcome - change for him.Â
He felt it then, the thing that had been slowly growing inside him over the previous few months threatening to spill from his lips. Oh, shit. As he stared at you, again focused on the look in your eyes, he saw it in them, too - though he knew that you were reluctant to admit it. Because she thinks itâll scare me.Â
And it did - it terrified him, after so long of keeping everyone at armâs length - including Tess - for the sake of ease. But as the two of you made your way back into the house, Joel grabbing the guitar along the way and you locking the door behind you, he understood that the terror he felt was a very different kind than he was used to. And it feels⊠good.
You both headed up the steps and back into the bedroom, Joel stopping to turn off the space heater before he climbed in next to you. âCâmere.â You rolled toward him and he pressed his forehead against yours, holding you like that. I think Iâm fallinâ in love with you the same way youâre fallinâ in love with me. But what came out was something else - not quite as revealing, but still just as meaningful. âCanât wait to spend Christmas with you. Didnât think itâd be like this again.âÂ
âYeah, wellâŠâ You kissed him, then, your mouth lingering on his, and he knew that he was right - that despite all of his previous objections and promises to do everything to protect himself, he did love you. Anâ she loves me, even if we canât say it yet. âYouâre stuck with me, Joel.âÂ
He laughed, the sound little more than a quiet huff, but it was interrupted by you pushing him onto his back and staring down at him, the smile still on your lips. Alright. This I can ⊠this I can do. âGonna let me warm you up now?â With a single nod, your mouth descended again, covering his.Â
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Jacqueline's return đ
Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)
Pairing: F!MCĂNikRyder
Summary: Jacqueline decides to visit her child in New Orleans. The city she left years ago.
Word Count: 4.7K words (Whoopsie. Sorry.)
Rating: Teen (Fluff, Angst, Drama, Past life)
Warnings: Drama ; Mention of Death ; Mention of Jacqueline's One-Night-Stand + pregnancy
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Author's note: It was supposed to be a short Mother's Day Oneshot, but turned out very long with some angst. It takes place after my released Oneshot: A Meeting in Wyoming
"Uh, rook... What the hell are you doing?", Nik was confused as he discovered his girlfriend running back and forth. One moment Alexis was in the kitchen baking something, then cleaning the living room and now she decided to sit on the dining table to craft something. It was early in the morning and he never saw her that hyper than ever.
"Nik, change your clothes!! Now!!! Hurry!!!"
"What's wrong with my every day outfit, rook?"
"You look like a nighthunter."
"But I am a nighthunter."
"Not today. Now hurry!! Wear a decent suit.", she commanded him without meeting his eyes as she was focused on what seemed like creating a beautiful card.
"Could you tell me what the hell is going on? Why're you so..."
"Nik, my mother is coming today!!"
"What?!!!"
"I said that my mom's comin..."
"The hell with that!! I heard you already, but why??! Weren't we both just recently in Wyoming and celebrated with her Christmas?", Nik panicked and also began to run back and forth, not knowing what to do.
Yes, you heard correctly. Alex's mother, Jacqueline Fontaine was back in New Orleans and ready to meet her daughter to reunite with her again. She just texted her that she just landed on her private jet and might be on her way to them soon. Last Christmas, Alex and Nik visited the wealthy businesswoman and accountant in Wyoming to spend some time together, reunite and let Alex introduce Nik Ryder as her boyfriend which was a wish from her mother. That time Nik may have revealed himself as a nighthunter as Jacqueline Fontaine herself revealed that she's aware of the supernatural side of the world, but meeting her now all of a sudden and unprepared? Will Nik still be able to hold the good impression he once made to Alex's mother?
"But rook, why suddenly all of this? Did something happen?", Nik got worried and watched how she ran towards to check the oven and then returned back to him.
"Nothing. She just texted today, missed me and wanted to spend some time with me like in the good old days. Because tomorrow's Mother's Day. Now please stop talking, I have an apple pie in the oven and I need to concentrate on the card I'm crafting for her. Everything needs to be perfect.", she looked a bit stressed and in a hurry without meeting his eyes.
"Can I help you with something?"
"Yeah, go and buy some flowers for my mother."
"Aren't the card and the pie enough? I think your mother will be just pleased to see you again and..."
"Nik, the flowers!!! Now!!! And then change into some nice clothes when you're back. Hurry!!!", she yelled and he did as she wished him to. After all, his girlfriend's mother was coming today and Alex knew her better than him, so he trusted her with the choices and the decisions. Better try to impress the guest while listening to her orders because wanted the best for themselves and Jacqueline.
After a little while, Nik finally returned back with a bouquet of fresh roses and showed them to Alex. The girl was suddenly preparing a chocolate cake.
"Uhh, what happened to the apple pie?"
"Got burned. We're having a chocolate cake for dessert instead. But Nik, why did you buy red roses?"
"Because they're your favorite flowers, so I assumed your mom would love..."
"But she loves a cactus."
"A cactus? The one that stings when you touch it? But that's not even a flower? How should I know?!!!"
"Fiiiiine, chocolate cake and roses instead. They're okay too.", his girlfriend agreed while cleaning their living room now.
"Damn, rook... You're filled with energy today. Maybe your mom should come more often cuz that way you'll clean my apartment more often.", he chuckled as she was busy with dusting and cleaning everything. After all, her mother was a perfectionist and everything had to be perfect. A few seconds later, Alex's phone buzzed with a text message. It was nobody else, but her mother who now decided to visit them tomorrow instead of today because she met an old friend of hers who convinced her to stay with her today. The sudden news immediately calmed the hard-working child down and plopped onto the white couch.
"What happened, rook?"
"Mom's not coming today. It seems like an old friend of her's convinced her to stay for tonight. But my mom's coming tomorrow which means it will give me even more time to organize something special for her."
"And the chocolate cake you baked? I won't eat that thing. I don't eat chocolate. Hey, why do we even have chocolate in our fridge?"
"Because I eat chocolate!! Dark chocolate. And relax, the cake's for tomorrow then."
"Alex, you're the one who should relax. Have you seen yourself the way you were running across our apartment as if the world's about to collapse? It's just Mother's Day tomorrow and I'm pretty sure Jacqueline will love whatever you prepare for her. She's your mom and pretty lucky to have you. Look at the things you're even preparing for her. Guess, the only mother who won't receive anything will be Lady Smoke.", Nik smirked.
"No, I don't think so. We all, including Vera, might have a problem with her. We don't like or support her, but... She's still Vera's mother. And mother is still a mother no matter what. A mother only wants the best for a child. Tonya raised Vera.", she tried to explain which surprised Nik.
A mother's a mother and always the first best friend someone could have. It's true and somehow made Nik think about his own mother. She was lovely, caring, always smiling and a total nature buff. He could still feel her warmth and embrace even though it was more than 17 years ago. A mother always wanted the best for their children and family. If only Nik's mom was alive, that would be perfect. He missed her and now missed her even more today. On Mother's Day. If their parents were somehow still alive, would he be also preparing gifts and surprises for them? The best breakfast in bed for Nik's mom was made by Nik and his dad. Picnic in their favorite place in the bayou. Buying gifts and the most beautiful flower bouquet. Thoughts of how life would have been if Nik's parents were alive made the young man a bit emotional and sad. If only they were with him.
"Everything okay, Nik?", Alex noticed Nik's absence and squeezed his shoulder a little.
"Uh, yeah. Just missin' my parents. Again."
"I'm so sorry, Nik.", she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him a little closer and met his silvery eyes.
"That's okay, rook. I got used to it.", he tried to smile a little to comfort her even though he was still very sad from the inside.
"Nik, I understand you. I lost my birthfather, Elric and my adoptive father too but it's nothing compared to your pain. You were so young and..."
Suddenly, Alex's phone buzzed with a text message. It was from her mother, Jacqueline. She opened the message and started to read. After a while, she got more relaxed and informed Nik about its content.
"Nik, we can relax. My mom will visit us tomorrow because it seemed like an old friend and not today, which means more time for preparing everything."
"Thank god, I didn't feel ready to meet her today. By the way, is Jacqueline the only one who's gonna get a gift?"
"What do you mean, Nik?"
"Don't you consider Lady Thalissa like a mother or what? I mean, Elijah may have adopted me but for me, he was like my dad."
"Oh, you're right!!! How could ever forget lovely Thalissa who's like a mother to me??!!! She considered me as her own child even though I was afraid in the beginning that she might turn into an evil stepmother. But I'm glad she's not and accepted me. I need a gift for her too. But what could I ever gift a duchess who probably has everything she needs?"
"Time.", Nik answered.
Even though he grew up all by himself, his words were wise ones. Because those were the things he wished for too. More time with his parents and loved ones before they left him alone in this world.
In the evening the nighthunter, Nik Ryder decided to visit Garrus at his bar downstairs. The Graveyard Shift.
After preparing his order, Garrus walked towards Nik and placed it on the table in front of him. A snake-tequila. A drink with an extremely sour taste which made Nik's eyes water a little when he drank it. It looked as if a dead snake was swimming inside it. And the hunter needed that drink with that nasty taste, to calm down his nerves.
"How are you, Nik darling?", the fae bartender greeted his friend.
"As always, Garrus. And you?"
"Well, I...", the fae suddenly stopped as his blue eyes landed on the woman who just entered his bar with a suitcase. Nik followed his gaze and got shocked just like Garrus. It's her!! Alex's mom is here??! Nik remembered her from the last meeting when he and Alex visited her in Wyoming during winter. The mother wore a light blouse and a short, black skirt with matching high heels. Earrings were hidden behind her black, shoulder-length hair. Her fair skin was covered with make-up. For her age, the woman has definitely held herself good.
Jacqueline was immediately surprised, when she suddenly recognized her daughter's boyfriend sitting in a bar with a strange-looking beverage in his hand. Not the best impression. He did once better when he and Alex came prepared to Wyoming.
"Jacqueline?!"
Garrus and Nik were startled by her sudden appearance, and then both were shocked at each other.
"You know her, Nik?"
"Of course, I should be askin' you? How do you...?"
"You're my daughter's boyfriend, Nik. Right? Excuse me, is that a dead snake in your drink?!!", the woman snorted who seemed very disgusted about Nik's choice of drink. She analyzed his strange clothing style, and weapons and immediately got alert.
"Where is my daughter?!!", she commanded to know and glared at him, like a protective parent would do in these circumstances.
"She's at home. But Jacqueline... I mean, Misses Fontaine... Weren't you supposed to arrive tomorrow? Tomorrow on Mother's Day."
"I came immediately after Alex texted me the address you both are living in and I... I can't believe it. You're living here?", she felt disappointed and hurt as if remembering something from the past. The over 200-year-old fae knew exactly everything. Her whole story, especially now...
"Wait, Jacqueline Fontaine is Alex's mother??!!! You had an affair with my duke?!!!"
"It was no affair, Garrus. Thalissa was aware of me and my dear Elric would never cheat on me or her. Mind your words!!", she felt insulted.
An emerald-green-colored snake smoothly revealed from under Jacqueline's sleeve to greet the two boys with an aggressive hiss.
"Shhhh... No, no, my Slitter. Don't be afraid, Mama is here with you and won't let anyone turn you into a nasty drink.", she sweet-talked to her pet snake called Slitter while glaring at Nik. He was hoping to impress his girlfriend's mother again and get back to her good side again. He had to do something.
"Actually, I don't serve the Snake Tequila to my customers. That's just Nik's special order."
"Wait Garrus, I... I... You know Jacqueline... I mean... Misses Fontaine??!! How?", Nik asked his fae friend.
"It's a long story, darling. I'm sorry but you and Alex...", the fae didn't dare to continue and hoped that Jacqueline would explain everything herself.
"Mom!!! You're here!!!", Alex excitedly squeaked and ran towards her mother for a hug as she entered the bar. Both mother and daughter reunited and gently wrapped each other for a long time while Slitter, the snake glided back under Jacqueline's sleeve.
"Alexis, baby... How are you?", she lovingly kissed her cheeks before they parted.
"I'm good. And you? I hope your journey was comfortable. Weren't you supposed to visit us tomorrow?", she asked her mother while taking her suitcase which Nik hadn't thought about doing it since he was since he was still trying to progress everything.
"I was. But after finding out where exactly you live, I just decided to take you with me. We're both heading back home to Wyoming"
"What??!! But why?", Nik and Alex panicked at the same time.
"Because you're my daughter. I missed you, Alex dearie."
"But Mom, I can't leave my friends. And what about Nik?", she asked her mother who had no words. Jacqueline turned her attention towards Garrus and Nik. That's when her eyes discover the crossbow which caught her attention. She took a few steps towards it and decided to hold Nik's weapon. The black crossbow. Her manicured fingers stroked the initials engraved on it. The letters E.R.
"Nik, you said you're a nighthunter. May I ask where you got this crossbow from?", she suddenly asked which surprised the young nighthunter.
"It's my dad's."
"And who is your father?", she dared to ask and clenched her grip with her eyes fixed on the weapon as if she was relieving an old memory.
"But why? What does it...?"
"Who's your father, Nik?!!!", she almost yelled.
"Elijah. Elijah Ryder."
"So that means your full name is... Nik Ryder. You're... You're Elijah's child??! And who's the mother?", Jacqueline set the crossbow back on the table and disappointedly took a few steps backward.
"Jacqueline, calm down. Elijah is not Nik's real birthfather, he just adopted him because a mysterious creature killed his birthparents when he was a little child. Elijah saved him and took him under his wing.", the fae explained.
"Mom, what is going on? How do you know about Nik's adoptive father?", Alex asked and Nik was also curious to know the answer.
It took her a few seconds to collect herself before she answered in an angry tone.
"Alex, that man, Elijah is a jerk and..."
"Woah, there cut your tongue before you dare to say anything wrong. That's my dad you're talkin' about, ma'am!!! ", Nik freaked out and couldn't just let anyone insult his father. The man who raised him.
Jacqueline felt insulted by his sudden behavior while Garrus tried to calm him down. That's no good impression in front of the girlfriend's mother he made which made Alex worry now. She only wanted her mother and boyfriend to get along with each other. Their last meeting was a success and they really got along with each other. Nik surely knew how to impress her, but now...
"The son is just like the father, I guess. And I can't see my daughter dating such a man. What if one day he chooses his father and the hunt over my child?"
Well, if only Jacqueline knew Nik once broke up with her because of the life lessons of his adoptive father, Elijah.
"Mom, Nik loves me and I love him. You liked him too and approved our relationship. Please, I apologize regarding Nik. He had a hard life. Please forget all this and let's spend some family time together.", Alex begged her mother which made Nik's heart melt. He felt bad for her.
"My Alexis, it's not your fault. Just be careful, not all men can't be trusted. Except for Elric. Let's say a Ryder can't be trusted.", she explained on her way to the bar's guest washroom.
While she was gone, the three were left alone. Quiet and shocked about what just happened.
"Garrus, explain. You know about this, right? What's going on?", Alex crossed her arms and expected an answer from her fae friend. It took him a few seconds before he replied. Alex and Nik, both waiting for an explanation.
"Folks, it's a long story before you two were even born. I'm sorry, but..."
Garrus tried to calm down before explaining but was too scared about his friend's reactions. But they deserve to know. Everything. Taking a deep breath, he continued.
"Nik, Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know that this woman was your mother, my fae friend. I didn't even notice by your surname or by your similar features... Sorry, but I know her. Elijah knew her too because..."
"Garrus, just spill the beans!!", Nik got impatient.
"Elijah knew Jacqueline because they were both partners..."
"Impossible!!", Nik angrily slammed his fist on the wooden table hard.
"Wait, they're weren't thaaat kind of partners. Calm down!! They were just a nighthunter duo."
"What??!!! My mom as a nighthunter??! Are you sure?"
"No, it can't be!! Dad would never!!! He was hunting alone and taught me to do the same. To stay alone.", Nik explained in a harsh tone.
"Yes, Nik he works and hunts alone. But before that, he had a hunting partner until..."
"Until I realized that Elijah didn't care about me. Always focused on the hunts, the missions and to save lifes. A man who thought with a brain and no heart. Old-fashioned and single-minded.", Jacqueline set foot out of the washroom after she finished and marched with clicking high-heels back to the three of them.
"Mom, you sound like you wanted his attention. Were you both... more than just work partner?", Alex dared to ask without wanting to know the answer. Even Nik was afraid of the answer and how it might affect his relationship with Alex.
"More than just partners??! Never!!!", she answered dramatically while petting her pet snake which was now sliding from her arm to her thigh. She loved Slitter like a child of her own. Her answer wasn't finished. Taking a deep breath, she continued as her expression softened.
"Alex, Nik, Garrus, I must confess. Elijah and I may have been work partners, but I do have a small crush on him in the beginning."
"Ewww, mom!!! Noooo!!!", Alex reacted which made her mother laugh a little.
"Don't worry, it was just a tiny crush. Nothing happened between us and didn't last long. Elric is the one and not Elijah. Elric is loving, caring, gentle and respects women. Look, Elijah is a good man too, but thinks I'm weak, helpless. He belittled me just because I'm a woman and not a man. Just because of his old-fashioned thoughts and annoying behavior. A woman can do the same things a man can do. Look at me, I'm a successful accountant and businesswoman because I believed in myself. While he didn't. I don't want to see that man ever again and neither this place which holds some memories of my past life."
"Oh, you won't see him anymore. He's dead.", Garrus sadly spoke.
"What??!"
"Elijah is dead, Jacqueline."
"That's impossible. Elijah can't be..."
"Garrus is saying the damn truth. My dad is dead. I lost him forever.", Nik sobbed. The young nighthunter let a single tear run down his cheek without noticing as he was thinking about him, reliving some old memories in his mind. He definitely didn't want them to know that right now there was like a whole tornado of emotions inside him. Not to look weak and reveal them in front of his girlfriend's mother.
After hearing the news, Jacqueline felt devastated and sad. She may not like that old man anymore, but hearing about the death of the most experienced and best nighthunter in New Orleans shook her.
"No, it can't be. The powerful Elric and skilled Elijah? How? Was it also the bloodwraith behind Elijah's death like it was behind my Elric's."
"No, mom. I told you about the bloodwraith before, that it was after the most powerful supernatural beings. But Elijah's a different story which happened 17 years ago.", Alex explained while stepping closer to Nik to comfort him. She took his hand in hers and gently squeezed for comfort while trying to make eye contact with him as their gaze was fixed on the wooden floor.
Jacqueline regretted and felt sorry for Nik. Seeing an innocent child growing up alone in such a dangerous world was unexpected for her, but was also really impressive. She realized that perhaps Elijah wasn't a bad man after all. If only the dead man could hear her thoughts of saying sorry to him. The woman stepped closer and placed her hand on Nik's shoulder to get his attention. Her pet snake returned back under her sleeve after it finished crawling on her leg.
"Poor Nik, I didn't know. I really didn't know but I can understand your pain and what you went through. That's just horrible and I have no more words left... You don't deserve this, especially not at such a young age. Elijah and I may had a problem, but... but now I feel... Elijah didn't deserve this. You don't deserve it either, Nik. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my behavior and everything. It's just... The life of a nighthunter is filled with danger and I'm worried for my daughter's future with you.", she apologized.
After a few minutes, Nik finally spoke after calming himself down. He turned around to face them.
"We're not here to remember old memories, okay. Today's Mother's Day, so you and your daughter, Alex should spend some time together. You two enjoy upstairs, I'll join you later. Maybe. Now if you'll excuse me.", Nik suggested and then left. When Alex and Garrus shouted where he was headed, he was already gone. He left the building in which the Graveyard Shift and his apartment were and went outside. Garrus decided to go after him, leaving Alex and Jacqueline alone in his bar. Both mother and daughter were the only ones now.
"Nik..."
"Alexis, give him some space."
"But Mom, today's Mother's Day and we're all supposed to be together and have fun."
"I'm not Nik's mother, but yours. And please don't ever consider me one day as Nik's future mother-in-law. It's our Mother's Day, darling. I'm here to see you and spend some time with you again."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you were excited to see my boyfriend like every curious parent is. I think. But after finding out more about Nik... I can't believe how..."
"Dear, I just want the best for you. Dating a man who's involved in dangerous work which includes bloodshed, risks, injuries and... Oh, you can't imagine. Oh, you can't imagine what I've been through. My nighthunter life was short, but Nik's been involved since childhood. I don't want anything to happen to you, Alex. He must have so many enemies and rivals. Besides, he was Elijah's child. I don't hate poor Nik, but he's been through a lot. I feel sorry for him and he seems nice, but... I have a bad feeling about your relationship with him."
"But mom..."
"He even lives in the apartment where I once lived about 30 years ago. I immediately came after recognizing the address. There are just too many old and unpleasant memories for me. Please, come back to me. New Orleans is dangerous.", Jacqueline begged her daughter and held her by her shoulders.
"Mom, I know what I've signed up for and don't worry. Nik won't let anything happen to me. Not even a single thing and I know it. He'll even die for me. He loves me and I love him. We're like bounded. As if Fate brought us together. And now I'm here with Nik in New Orleans."
"Very well, dear. I respect your decision, but I have warned you. Just stay safe."
"Don't worry, I will. Nik takes good care of me.", the daughter confirmed, took her mother's suitcase and went with her upstairs to the apartment.
When they finally entered the apartment, Alex placed the suitcase in the living room while her mother went into the bathroom to freshen up after a long flight. When she finished, she returned to face her daughter.
"A little chaotic in here, but that's manageable. I'm sure that you'll take care of everything well, darling."
"Are you hungry, mom?"
"No. On my way, I met an old friend of mine and we had a grand dinner together with her daughter, so I'm not hungry. Thank you. By the way, where's the room where I'll be staying?", Jacqueline asked.
"Uhhh... Well, as you know it's a small apartment with only one bedroom, a living room and Nik's office. Not big like you're used to now."
"Ah, right. Such a small life I had before. I hope you're not sharing one bed with your boyfriend already, dear. You both aren't married. And you know my story about my sudden pregnancy with your father, Lord Elric.", she raised an eyebrow which made Alex a little nervous.
"Uhhh, Nik suggested that you sleep with me in the bedroom and he'll take the couch. So, Mom, I'm sorry for the upcoming question, but I was wondering... Do you regret or ever regret that I was born? Your one-night stand with my father, Elric?", she hesitated without meeting her mother's brown eyes. After a little silence, Jacqueline spoke.
"To be honest, when I found out that I was having you, I got worried and almost panicked. Having a child from a person you just met was unexpected. I felt terrible and not ready, but thanks to your adoptive father, my work colleague, I made it through. He helped me, supported me, raised you and loved us both. A true man. He was in love with me and I just never noticed until you got born, Alex. You're a ray of sunshine and my everything. The only one I have left now in my life.", the mother confessed while remembering the death of the adoptive father too.
Three important men in her life were now dead. Elijah, her hunting partner. Elric, her first true love. And Alex's adoptive father, her lover.
"Mom... And here I always thought you didn't love me. That I was a burden to you and... I always tried to make you proud and still think it's not enough. Thanks for telling me. I love you too. Happy Mother's Day.", Alex felt loved and hugged her mother who hugged her back.
"Thank you, dear.", she gently kissed her forehead before they parted from each other.
"Mom, I made something for you. Tomorrow's actually Mother's Day, but I think every day should be Mother's Day because a mother is the first best friend of a child and I love you. I'm so happy to finally feel loved by you.", she confessed and showed Jacqueline the pink Mother's Day card she created for her. It was a handmade craft created by her which even included some sweet childhood pictures of her with her mother.
"Oh my, that's so beautiful. I love it, dear. Thank you.", she admired the gift as she held the card in her hands and was truly delighted by her daughter's creation. She felt even more impressed when Alex mentioned that Nik bought some flowers for her. Not her favorite cactus, but the roses were indeed beautiful.
A few hours later, Nik Ryder quietly entered the apartment without wanting to wake up Alex and her mother sleeping in the bedroom. But to his surprise, he found his girlfriend sitting lonely in the living room. Her eyes met his as he entered.
"Rook, why are you here? I told you that I'll take the couch and..."
"Nik, where did you go? I was worried about you.", she sadly confessed and hugged him.
"Just went to visit Elijah's grave. I can't believe he never told me that he had a hunting partner once and here he taught me to hunt alone and stay alone."
"Nik, don't blame your father. He just had a reason to do this and we don't know. Please, don't be sad. We already have each other and I'm glad that we became a couple."
"But your mom..."
"Hey, don't worry. She'll love you too, Nik. We'll be able to convince her, I know it. Besides, you know how to charm people.", she answered with a warm smile before planting a loving kiss on his cheek.
"Well, about charming people... On my way back, I bought a cactus for your mom. Her favorite. Luckily Luc could arrange one for me at night.", he smirked and pointed at the little gift bag he just brought which Alex hadn't noticed before.
"Nik, that's great!! Thanks. And tomorrow we'll visit Thalissa too. Because she's just like a mother to me and to her I'm like her own child. Best stepmother ever!!"
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Here is the masterlist of the holiday fics from the Flashifcs Holiday Prompt event. Thank you to everyone who participated and/or shared for others to see!
A Meeting in Wyoming - @ladylamrian (Nightbound; Nik Ryder x F!MC)
Holiday Shopping - @rosepetals1 (Perfect Match; Hayden Young x F!MC)
Christmas Tree Dilemma - @rosepetals1 (Perfect Match; Hayden Young x F!MC)
Turning the Page Chapter 7: Because I Love You - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)
Under the Mistletoe - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)
Dashing Through the Snow - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)
Turning the Page Chapter 8: Home is Where the Heart Is - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)
Favors - @cariantha (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)
Blame It On The Mistletoe - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)
Beneath the Mistletoe - @storyofmychoices (Blades of Light and Shadow; F!MC x OC / Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury / Mal Volari x F!MC / Tyril Starfury x OC)
Holiday Cheer - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC / Ethan Ramsey x F!MC / Tobias Carrick x F!MC)
Jouluyö - Christmas Night - @aalltarenunelma (Immortal Desires, ILITW, ILB Crossover; Multiple Pairings)
Impossibly Perfect - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart; Bryce Lahela x F!OC)
Youâre All I Need - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)
Marabelle Chapter 8: A Princess for a Prince - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)
Traditions - @bebepac (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)
Peppermint Kisses - @peonierose (Crimes of Passion; Trystan Thorne x F!MC)
Snowed in at the Cabin - @aallotarenunelma (It Lives; Lincoln McQuoid x NB!MC)
Making It Work - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)
#choicesflashfics#choices fanfiction#choices fanfic#choices prompt challenge#flashfics holiday prompts#masterlist#choices#playchoices
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Bob x Reader x Rhett Masterlist
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Blow Your Mind â Ë â§ Despite his mouth being full of Bob's cock, Rhett's eyes tell you that he has no problem finishing this soft-spoken WSO off if you're not feeling up to the task. Reflex tells you that you probably aren't up to it, not with how you haven't been able to keep your hands off each other all weekend. The aphrodisiac still coursing through your system suggests that one more round is easy. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Can't Wait â Ë â§Â Bob is stuck outside talking to some of your wedding guests, but you and Rhett can't wait for him anymore.  AO3 âĄÂ Tumblr
fae (forget about everything) â Ë â§Â After all these years, you finally marry them. You can't help but remember all the things that led up to this very moment.  AO3 âĄÂ Tumblr
Icing â Ë â§ This icing, in particular, is not going on the cake, but you donât mind so long as itâs on Bob Floyd. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Mornings Like These â Ë â§ âBaby!â Bob whines between his giggles, âTell your boyfriend to quit making me dance!â Tumblr
Not Rhett â Ë â§ "What the fuck," Rhett's words are the only confirmation you have that what you're seeing is real. Not a lone delusion you're having. Robert Floyd's gaze flickers over to you, then back to Rhett. "I see why you asked if I was Rhett, now." AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Rhett_16 is typing... â Ë â§ In which Rhett Abbott is acting out of character, and you can't stop thinking about the times you've spent with him and Bob Floyd. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Silver & Gold â Ë â§ Bob's having a crisis over whether he wants a silver or gold wedding ring. All you and Rhett want to do is set up the new Christmas tree. Shenanigans on the couch involving a ribbon ensue. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Streetlight Glow â Ë â§ Â In which you go against everything best friends should be doing and become something more. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
The Dreaming â Ë â§ "I'll heal," and you hate how Bob says it as if it's not a big deal. Like he's simply home because of a paper cut and not an accident that he can't bring himself to speak of. An accident that's got him wrapped in bandages and hobbling around in crutches because his left foot can't bear his full weight. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Two Little Rings â Ë â§ Bob keeps trying to ask you and Rhett to marry him, but he keeps picking the worst possible times to pop the question. Alternative title: Five times Bob tries to propose, and the one time he succeeds. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Void â Ë â§ You are the monsters they created, and they must suffer the consequences. But first, there are more important things that must be taken care of in the bedroom. AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Whispers In The Darkâ Ë â§ "This feels like a plot to kill me." "It is." "It's not," Rhett groans, running his hands through his hair, "what about watching the stars in the bed of my truck screams 'I'm going to kill you tonight' anyway?" AO3 ⥠Tumblr
Warmups
â Ë â§ Bob's voice is deeper than Rhett's in the mornings
â Ë â§ How Rhett evened out Bob
â Ë â§ Love is Rhett swallowing his dislike of the chickens
â Ë â§ Lunet, the two-headed calf
â Ë â§ Omega! Rhett x Omega! Reader x Alpha! Bob
â Ë â§ Rosehips
â Ë â§ Taking the boys to the beach
â Ë â§ You quit reacting to loud thumps around the house
â Ë â§ Waking up to giggling
Moodboards
â Ë â§ A universe where the Floytts stayed in Wyoming
â Ë â§ Happy Thanksgiving from the Floytts
â Ë â§ Hawthorn Origins: Fernwell
â Ë â§ Hawthorn Origins: Home
â Ë â§ Hawthorn Origins: Interstate
â Ë â§ Hawthorn Origins: Mettler, Texas
â Ë â§ Hawthorn Origins: Wabang, Wyoming
â Ë â§ Renovating an old rodeo stadiumÂ
â Ë â§ Streetlight Glow
â Ë â§ The Hawthorn Rodeo
â Ë â§ Void Bob Official Incident Report
â Ë â§ Void Bob Abyss
â Ë â§ Void Reader Individual Goes Missing During Snow Storm
â Ë â§ Void Reader Falling
â Ë â§ Void Rhett Local bull rider vanishes
â Ë â§ Void Rhett Surprise
â Ë â§ Void End [Epilogue]
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