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[takemeawaytocamelot]

Chapters: 33/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall, Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Frank Randall, Geillis Duncan Additional Tags: Psychic Abilities Summary:

Claire Beauchamp is dragged by her best friend and flatmate, Geillis Duncan, to go visit a powerful psychic to prove once and for all that true love exists. Claire is a practical woman and finds the idea of true love pointless. Jamie Fraser is a powerful psychic who can glimpse the future. When he meets Claire, something changes. Like they were destined to find each other.

[punkshort]

My life has been a chaotic mess. The amount of Pedro character fic I’ve been behind on has grown and became an overwhelming mountain that made me anxious. Last night, I needed a good fic to get myself through a moment and I found Roomates. I love it, thanks for writing 💜

Oh gosh, I'm sorry life has been stressful for you lately. I'm honored you found some comfort in my fics when you were feeling especially down ❤️ I hope you're having a better day today 😘

[pedrospatch]

Happy happy birthdayyyyyy 🎈🎉

His shoulders good lordt *wipes drool* I answered an ask with this same gif and it seriously does me in every damn time lmao

thank you so much lovely! ❤️

[takemeawaytocamelot]

Red Jamie and the White Lady: Chapter 33

*THIS IS A LATE ADD ON*

I’m so sorry my beautiful, wonderful @diversemediums!!! You’re the best beta reader/editor/contributor to this story and I love you! I’m sorry I forgot to tag you on the actual release of the chapter!

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser was adrift. A broken man. Small things stood out to him. The feel of cold blood soaking his knees. The stillness of Claire, cradled in his arms. The way her hair stuck to his skin, absorbing his tears. If the world opened up and swallowed him, he would welcome it gratefully.

“Jamie?”

His grip on her tightened as his breath hitched. All he wanted was to hear her speak again, to feel her hands in his, to get lost in the scent of her hair. Her hair no longer smelled of flowers. All he could scent was blood.

“Jamie!”

The grief must be getting to him. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt and now he was hallucinating the sound of her voice. He could hear shuffling behind him and held Claire closer. He wasn’t ready to let her go, just yet.

“Jamie, lad! Open your eyes!” Murtagh cried out.

But why would he want to see it all again? The blood, her pale skin growing paler and clammy, the light dimming in her eyes.

A cold, wet hand touched his cheek and he leaned into it. Then he froze. Did his auditory hallucination just… touch him?

His eyes sprang open in a panic only to see Claire gazing up at him. Her eyes were clear and glossy, not clouded and dim.

“Claire?” His voice cracked, his throat dry.

“Eyes… open… soldier,” she gasped.

Before he could process what he was seeing, the connection that had been severed flared to life. For a moment, he lost his ability to breathe. His heart began beating erratically and he couldn’t stop the smile that came to his face. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she winced as she breathed. She tried to hide her groan of pain, but he heard it.

“We need to get her to hospital,” Jamie said, his voice rough and cracking.

He wished, more than anything, that he could carry her himself. His body had been through too much in the last few hours, so he trusted her to Murtagh. Angus and Rupert slung one of his arms over each of their shoulders and the whole group slowly began leaving the compound. Once they were a fair distance away, one of them called for emergency services. Everything became a blur after that.

Flashing lights. Questions like who shot her? What were they doing in the middle of nowhere? Why wasn’t she bleeding anymore when she definitely should be. Things came into sudden focus when one of the paramedics insisted Jamie ride in a different ambulance.

“No,” he said with what Scottish stubbornness he could muster. “I’ll ride wi’ her.”

“Sir,” the young man said. “We need to work on you too. You’ve blood all over your face and we need to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

“The only way to keep me out of that ambulance,” he growled, pointing to where Claire was being loaded in. “Is to knock me out and strap me down. I’m riding wi’ her to hospital or so help me, you’ll be the one needing an ambulance!”

“Are you threatening me?”

Jamie began to take a deep breath when Murtagh stepped in.

“Look,” he said softly to the offended paramedic. “He’s been through a lot today. That’s his wife there and he watched her get injured. If you let him ride in wi’ her, at least he’ll be going to hospital too, aye?”

The man rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But if you get in the way of me helping my patient, so help me I’ll recommend the doctors sedate you and put you in a separate wing.”

Jamie nodded once and hopped in the back. The doors closed as Murtagh, Rupert, and Angus looked on. He was sure they’d drive to the hospital once they got back to their car.

“Jamie.”

He turned to look at his beautiful wife, who was miraculously still breathing.

“I’m right here, Sassenach.”

“You’re as hurt as I am,” she whispered. “You need to be seen to.”

With a smile, he took her hand. It was warmer, but still far colder than he’d like.

“I’m fine. I’ve been away from you for too long. I’ll not leave your side now.”

She sighed at him and did her best to glare at him. There was no way she’d win this argument. Besides, they were on their way and couldn’t change it now.

He watched in tormented worry as the medic began hooking Claire up to all sorts of things. Immediately he began a transfusion due to her blood loss, along with a number of other things.

“This will help with the pain, Claire. Just rest. We’ll take good care of you.”

“I don’t want…” She looked to Jamie in a panic. “I’d rather stay awake.”

“Rest, Claire,” he said gently. “I’ll be here when ye wake.”

***

The sound of beeping was the first thing she noticed. That was quickly followed by the sharp scent of disinfectant. Was she in hospital? The last thing she really remembered was…

“Jamie!”

She sat up quickly, which she immediately regretted. Her chest throbbed and her head swam. Frantically, she searched around her to see if her Scottish brute was nearby. He shouldn’t be here in the hospital with her. People could track him down in such a public place. She heard a soft rustling, just out of view.

“I’m here, as promised,” he said from beside her.

Gingerly turning her head, she saw him sitting in a small chair. His face was beautiful, though it looked drawn with worry. His eyes were… They churned and roiled as he looked at her. She made a soft sound as he took her hand, enveloping hers with his own.

“Claire, ye ken I love ye. But if ye ever scare me like that again,” he stopped, voice quavering.

Her breath hitched as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m not going-”

Two knocks at the door interrupted them before the doctor walked in. He was of average height, distinctive black eyebrows and black hair. When he smiled up at them, she got a distinct impression of Mr. Bean.

“Ah, Claire Beauchamp. I’m glad to see you’re awake.”

“It’s Fraser,” Jamie grumbled.

“Ah,” the doctor said, scribbling down a note. “Claire Fraser Beauchamp. Well it looks like your wound is healing well. You’re incredibly lucky. It’s miraculous really, that you’re still with us. A medical marvel.”

Jamie met Claire’s eyes, eyebrows raised.

“You’ll be happy to know,” the doctor continued, “That both of your babies are doing just fine as well, despite the recent trauma. We’d like to keep you in for a little bit longer until you’re more stable, but you should be able to go home soon. Let us know if you’re in too much pain and we’ll give you something that will be safe to take with some buns in the oven.”

Tucking Claire’s chart under his arm, he turned to leave.

Jamie stared at Claire as she stared in shock at the doctor’s retreating back. His ears were ringing.

“I’m sorry, did you say-” Claire started.

“Babies?!” Jamie finished. “As in… Claire’s pregnant?”

The doctor turned around with a furrowed brow.

“Well, yes. You’re several weeks along, Mrs. Fraser Beauchamp. Twins as well.”

“Twi- Wait. No. Her name is Claire Fraser. JUST Fraser.”

“Jamie,” Claire barked, silencing him with a squeeze of her hand, staring at the doctor. “You’re sure I’m pregnant, doctor?”

He looked between the pair of them, confused.

“Of course, Mrs. Beauchamp Fraser. We can test again if you like. Better yet, I can ring someone from obstetrics down here and give you an ultrasound.”

“That’s not her-” Jamie started, finding something to cling to in the wake of everything that happened in the last five minutes.

“Hush,” she said, putting a placating hand on his arm. “We’d appreciate that, doctor. Thank you.”

He smiled and nearly bolted from the room. The beeping from the heart monitor began to pick up speed. Jamie began brushing the hair from her face, gently petting it down in an attempt to calm her. He looked worried, and not just about the impending children.

“Jamie, we…”

The hand that was holding hers moved over her abdomen.

“We’re gonna be parents,” he said softly.

He began to blink rapidly, quickly brushing the back of his hand over his eyes. Was he… crying?

“To two babies. Are we ready for that?”

She looked up at him slowly, worried at what she’d find in his eyes. The warmth swirling in the blue depths gave her comfort and peace.

“Probably not,” he said with a chuckle. “But I think between the two of us, we can manage. Christ. Can you imagine, Claire? A wee little lass running around wi’ your curls? Or a braw lad wi’ my eyes?”

The squealing giggles of two little girls rang in Claire’s ears, carried on the ocean breeze.

“Yes, I can.”

“Claire, I… I wanna ask ye something.”

Frowning, she watched as he stood up from his chair. Her eyes went wide when he got down on one knee with a wince.

“Jamie, what are you-”

“Claire,” he interrupted. “I ken we handfast and we’re married as far as we’re concerned. But… would ye marry me? Again?”

God, this man. Her lips began to tremble and she fought back joyful tears. Here he was, in pain from who knows what injuries, kneeling on the floor, proposing to her like they weren’t already married. And expecting children! This beautiful buffoon was the love of her life.

“Oh Jamie. Of course I’ll marry you again.”

Once he stood again, he leaned over to give her a soft kiss.

“Good. Then we’ll make sure ye change yer name. Legally. So anyone who meets you will know ye belong to me.”

“Like the doctor who can’t quite get my name right?”

“Like that bloody wee doctor, aye,” he said, glaring at the door.

Claire huffed out a laugh, wincing as pain blossomed from her wound. Jamie’s brow furrowed.

“Ye need rest, mo ghràdh. Dinna fash. I’ll be right here.”

Claire’s eyes closed as Jamie placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. With a yawn, she settled into the hospital bed and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of waves hitting the shore made her smile. Both little girls waved at her from where they were burying someone in the sand. The dark mop of hair suggested Murtagh. A hand settled on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

“They’re beautiful lasses, aren’t they?” Jamie asked.

“Yes, they are. Can you believe they’re ours?”

“Aye, I can. They’ve your courage and beauty.”

Claire leaned into him.

“And your strength and loyalty.”

“I can’t wait to see what our Fraser lassies will do.”

Blinking slowly, Claire looked around her hospital room. Jamie’s hand was resting over her abdomen while he slept in the chair beside her bed. She placed her hand on top of his, just over the place where their two children grew.

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

Good Saturday, y’all.

Topic of today’s rant: PEOPLE PRINTING AND SELLING FANFIC & GENERAL FANDOM ETIQUETTE

Profiting from fanfic will ruin it for everyone.

I want all of you who gift us your stories to be safe from lawsuits and beware that your content might be stolen.

Not to be on a soapbox and preaching to the choir but here are.

There are many authors pulling their work off AO3 because people acting on bad faith are printing and binding fics to sell on etsy thus infringing copyright laws. Fanfic has always been a grey area and we are allowed to exist in this grey area because we are not profiting from it. The minute money is exchanged, every party involved is breaking the law.

Why am I complaining about this yet again? Because we might be deprived from enjoying fanfic with the freedom we currently have because the fanfic authors will fear getting sued. If third parties are stealing our work and selling it, publishers and studios won’t care to know who sold it. It is your handle (thus IP address) on the sold fanfic. Because, get this, they are doing downloads straight from ao3 with your usernames.

Manacled is being pulled from ao3 because the author will publish it as a book. People are putting the book at risk by selling printed versions of it on Etsy.

I believe many of us who fall on the 20 years of reading fanfic side rather than on the 20 year olds reading fanfic will remember the Anne Rice days. These are not fully over because her son is carrying on the legacy of suing everyone who writes fanfic of her work. And if I may say, she didn’t invent vampires and should’ve taken many seats. I digress.

I am not sure of the levels of awareness within this community and to what extent it can affect all of us. TikTok is a massive contributor to this problem (as it is to many other problems. Again, I digress) since booktok and the binding folks discovered ao3.

You might think, I only post on tumblr so my content is safe. Well, they are finding their way here too. They cringe because tumblr is for old people but they still make their way here with their bad manners and pillaging behaviour.

I want all of you who gift your stories to be safe, lawsuit free, not lose your content and not be afraid of sharing.

I wish I had a definitive solution to this problem but I can only think of small actions:

report the etsy accounts selling fanfic/fanfic commissions,

report the TikTok accounts selling binding for fanfic work,

go back to the days of putting disclaimers on your notes that you don’t own the characters and you are not profiting from the story.

Tagging some authors* here for visibility so you can cascade to more people. Absolutely no pressure tag.

@theywhowriteandknowthings @tightjeansjavi @diversemediums @goodwithcheese @nerdieforpedro @fhatbhabie @undercoverpena @thelightsandtheroses @ezrasbirdie @notjustjavierpena @javierpena-inatacvest @freshlyrage @5oh5 @wardenparker @endlessthxxghts @creedslove @sp00kymulderr @secretelephanttattoo @gnpwdrnwhiskey @whatsnewalycat @pedrostylez @thetriumphantpanda @toointojoelmiller @dancingtotuyo @agentjackdaniels @ladamedusoif @lotrefcp @wildemaven @musings-of-a-rose @justagalwhowrites @morallyinept @pedropascalsx @criticallyacclaimedstranger @pennyserenade @kteague @astoryisaloveaffair @moralesispunk @linzels-blog @metalnecklace

*I can remove the tag if you are not comfortable with being associated with this post.

[justagalwhowrites]

Turkey Trouble - A TSATS Thanksgiving One Shot

You try to make Thanksgiving dinner for your newly adopted niece, Ellie, but need some help from Joel. A one shot set in the The Savage and the Sanctuary universe.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Joel Miller x Movie Star!Female Reader (from The Savage and the Sanctuary)

Length: 1.7k

CW: SFW; lil angst; modern no outbreak AU but Sarah is still dead (sorry Joel); NO SMUT; no use of Y/N; whole fic this is set in has mature themes and will have smut so minors DNI 18+ only

A/N: You can thank @diversemediums for this because she gave me the brain rot. This would be harder to read as a stand alone fic but it can be done with the understanding that Joel is reader's bodyguard and they have an antagonistic relationship. Reader has recently adopted her best friend's daughter, Ellie, after her friend's death. I'm not sure yet if this is canon or not but it could be? I haven't written to this time in the story yet but I THINK this is about where they'll be emotionally at Thanksgiving.

Joel hated Thanksgiving. 

He used to like it. Back when he was a father he liked it. He and Sarah would watch the parade, he’d make cinnamon rolls and the whole dinner spread, Tommy would bring over burnt mac and cheese and the three of them would go to Waffle House and to pick out a Christmas tree the next morning. 

Now, it was all a reminder of everything he’d lost, of just how little he had left to live for. 

So he took his time getting out of bed on Thanksgiving morning, not looking forward to spending the day missing something he could never have again, something that seemed even more painful when he was facing it with you and Ellie. 

But, eventually, his need for coffee forced him to move and he padded to the kitchen, not bothering to change out of the flannel pants and t-shirt he’d slept in. 

Ellie was on the couch with a mug of cocoa and a cinnamon roll, the parade on and she smirked at him. 

“Well don’t you look pretty in the morning,” she teased. 

“It’s Thanksgiving,” he said, trying to not take his foul mood out on the kid he’d become overly fond of in the last few months. “Not in the mood for a fashion show today.” 

“Oh so the jeans are a fashion show,” she said. “Got it.” 

He rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen. 

“Careful,” she called after him. “She’s in a mood.” 

���Great,” he muttered, pressing on, anyway. 

You were, indeed, in a mood, standing at your massive kitchen island with a turkey that was far too big for the number of people you were feeding, frowning at a recipe, your hands covered in butter. 

Joel snorted. 

“The hell are you doin’?” 

You looked up to find him, seemingly surprised to find him there.

“Making a turkey,” you said. “What does it look like?” 

“Looks like you’re making a mess,” he said, going around you for the mugs and pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Well, cooking is messy,” you said, chin up defiantly. 

“Not that messy,” he said, smirking a little as he leaned back against the counter, crossing an arm over his chest while he drank his coffee. “Where’s Esmo.” 

“It’s Thanksgiving,” you said, incredulous. “I’m not about to ask her to work.” 

“Right,” he said, even though he definitely should have seen that coming when he thought about it. “You ever made a Thanksgiving dinner before?” 

“None of your business,” you said, going back to the turkey and trying to smear butter over it and failing. 

“It is if I’m stuck using this kitchen,” he said. “You’re gonna get salmonella everywhere.”

You glared at him. 

“Well there’s a first time for everything,” you said. “And all I have to do is follow the recipe, so…” 

Joel shoved himself off the counter and looked over your shoulder, down at the recipe. It was not, as he’d expected, some bullshit celebrity cookbook but a simple, handwritten index card. 

He skimmed the instructions and realized that there were parts missing that were probably simple assumptions that you just didn’t know about. 

“Where’s this from?” He asked. 

“Anna,” you said. “Ellie’s mom. She’s hosted Thanksgiving and made a legitimately amazing turkey, Ellie loved it even as a little kid. I should have paid more attention last year but I was stupid and I didn’t and I just want Ellie to have a normal Thanksgiving and I have Anna’s recipe and I just need to figure it out…”

Joel’s chest tightened at that. You wanted Ellie to have a good Thanksgiving, a holiday that was like the ones she had before her mother died. She deserved that. And Joel understood why you’d be dead set on being the one to give it to her. 

He cleared his throat before he got too choked up, trying to remind himself of the distance he’d been struggling to maintain with you. 

“Well, you’re doing it wrong,” he said, taking a sip of coffee. 

You glared at him. 

“Unless you’re some Thanksgiving dinner expert…” 

“Made more than you have,” he said, almost smug. 

“Really,” you said brows raised, incredulous. He shrugged. “You’ve made a turkey.” 

“Sure,” he said. “Plenty. Not sure if you know this but most people don’t got private chefs at their beck and call…” 

“Oh, fuck off.” 

“Do you want my help or not?” He asked. 

“I wasn’t aware you were offering,” you said. 

“Well,” he shrugged. “I am.” 

You ground your teeth for moment before you sighed, literally throwing up your hands. 

“Fine,” you said. “Show me.” 

“Well,” he said, putting his cup down. “For starters…” 

He stuck his hand inside the cavity of the bird and found the neck, pulling it free and holding it up. 

“You gotta take this out.” 

You laughed and groaned. 

“Jesus,” you said. “Alright, Big Miller, show me how it’s done.” 

Joel had to give you credit, you’d done a better job than he’d expected once he took a closer look at the bird. He helped get the rest of dinner ready to go, giving you smaller tasks to do while he managed the turkey. With the two of you working together, you were both able to make it to the living room before the parade was done, sitting on either side of Ellie and watching the musical acts perform and the floats go by. 

Part of him hurt, sitting there with a girl who wasn’t his daughter doing something that had once felt sacred. He didn’t let himself hurt like that anymore, he tried to drown it or shove it down deep as best he could but sometimes he just couldn’t. He couldn’t now. 

But, for some reason, it didn’t bother him the same way this time. Hearing Ellie make a bad pun (“Did you know they took turkey off the menu for Thanksgiving? I suspect fowl play.”), watching you bob your head in time to a musical number, smelling the turkey once it had been in the oven for a bit, even the taste of the coffee with the cinnamon roll warmed something inside him. The pain of loss was still there but so was this strange sense that it didn’t need to consume all of him. That there could be moments worth living for, things that weren’t defined by the missing pieces - even if that piece felt like everything. 

You got the hang of basting relatively quickly and Joel showed you how to make the other Thanksgiving staples, things that he’d once made for his daughter that he was now making for the girl who had become yours. When Elise, Ellie’s grandmother, came over that afternoon, things had come together well. 

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” You asked Joel as you arranged the last of the dishes on the laden dining room table. “You don’t strike me as the chef type.” 

Joel looked at you for a moment and considered telling you the truth, at least for a second. Part of him wanted you to know this, know him. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to say it, her name getting stuck in his throat. 

Instead he just shrugged, setting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. 

“Tommy ain’t much of a cook,” he said. “When our mom died, Thanksgiving didn’t make itself.” 

You cocked your head at him for a moment, like you were trying to decide if he was telling the truth, and then nodded slowly, like you were filing information away. 

“Well, thank you,” you said. “You really did save the day.” 

He shrugged again and took his place at the table with you, Ellie and Elise. 

When the meal was over and the dishes were done, he tried to keep to his room but instead found himself drawn away, something inside him tugging him toward the rest of the world. He went to the living room and found you on the couch, your legs tucked alongside yourself as you watched a movie. 

“Leftovers are in the fridge,” you said, barely glancing his way. 

He grunted and acted like he was walking toward the kitchen but, instead, stopped behind the couch, watching the movie, too. 

“What is this?” He asked eventually. 

You glanced over your shoulder at him and then back at the screen. 

“Love, Actually,” you said. “I used to watch it with Anna after Ellie was in bed on Thanksgiving. Have you seen it?” 

“Heard of it,” he said. “Ain’t seen it, though.” 

“It’s these individual stories about all these different kinds of love. I’m only a few minutes in if you want to watch,” you said, looking at him almost hopefully. He was taken aback, silent for a beat too long and you shook your head. “Never mind…” 

“No,” he said quickly. “Just… yeah, I can watch.” 

“Yeah?” You asked, brows raised. 

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Not like I’m going fuckin’ black Friday shopping in the morning.” 

He sat on the opposite end of the massive couch from you but, over time, drifted closer until the two of you were beside each other. Not touching but a sense of familiarity he wasn’t used to anymore hanging over you both. 

“So,” you said when the movie ended, tears clinging to your eyelashes. “What’d you think?” 

“Not bad,” he said. “Not sure it’s my thing but… not bad.” 

You smiled a little at that. 

“I should get to bed though,” he said. 

“Right,” you said, drying your eyes as he got up. “Hey, Joel?” 

“Hm.” 

“Thank you,” you said. “For everything you did today. I’d have fucked it all up without your help and Ellie deserves better and just… thank you.” 

“Sure,” Joel said. “It… it was nice. Best Thanksgiving I’ve had in a while.” 

“Really?” You asked, brows raised. 

He nodded, the truth of that clutching hard at his chest, just how much you and Ellie had come to mean to him in the months he’d been protecting you, this keen vulnerability settling in him at that thought. 

But he’d deal with that later. He wasn’t going to let it ruin shit now. 

“Yeah,” he said. “It was.’

[evolnoomym]

🖤 WIP WEDNESDAY 🖤

Thank you for the tags @ace-turned-confused and @penvisions 🙏🏻

I don’t have a whole lot since my energy is used for other things but I hope I get back to writing as soon as I got my apartment (the first apartment viewing was not great and the second one that was perfect is already gone so now I have to look at more apartments 🫠🫠🫠)

Anyway I got the inspo to create a lil moodboard for the “How far does the dark go?🖤” couple

Shoutout to the horny delegation and @yorksgirl your Tuesday post played into this happening ❤️‍🔥

The delegates: @maggiemayhemnj @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @goodwithcheese @diversemediums @jolapeno @nerdieforpedro @violetbranwen @ladamedusoif @seratuyo @inept-the-magnificent @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain @thelightsandtheroses @javierpena-inatacvest

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @thundermartini @joelsdagger @hellishjoel @shellshocklove @guiltyasdave @sizzlingcloudmentality @macfrog @corazondebeskar @amanitacowboy @whocaresstillthelouvre @ozarkthedog @pedropeach @punkshort @beardedjoel @iamasaddie (and anyone who sees this 🫶🏻)

[annagoober]

TBT: Today’s wonderful story is from 2017 by @diversemediums and @takemeawaytocamelot. “Red Jamie and the White Lady” does not have an epilogue. Enjoy!

[capypub]

Taking the High Road - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of my Without Warning Extended Scenes Series (Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC)

Rating: T (language, hints to smut but no actual smut)

Summary: Joel doesn't like seeing his girl upset when she overhears some negative comments about their relationship. He chooses not to kill them, but still makes them pay for their insolence.

MDNI. 18+ content.

AN: Thank you so much to @diversemediums for so many amazing ideas and prompts ❤️❤️❤️

Without Warning Masterlist

“Pity Joel is stuck babysitting tonight…”

“That’s his date?! She’s like fourteen!”

“He must get so bored listening to her talk about homework and prom all the time…”

“She looks like she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing in bed. He’s probably only in it because she’s a tight hole to fuck.”

They laughed.

Uncomfortable. Discouraged and uncomfortable were two of the first words that came to mind after she’d left the bathroom, her heels clicking hastily down the hall back to the main room.

She’d gone with Joel to some sort of networking event. Apparently his contracting company had constructed the building they were holding the event at tonight. 

“What’s wrong?” Joel asked once she’d returned to his side, immediately noticing the change in her demeanor.

“N-nothing…I’m gonna head home,” she said, unable to look at him.

He didn’t even excuse himself from the group of wealthy-looking business men. Rather, he gave a hard look with a slight tilt of his head and they dispersed quickly. He pulled her away from the crowd to a corner near the entrance. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” he asked, the weight of his rough hands on her shoulders a comforting distraction from the shame tinting her whole body pink. 

She couldn’t cry here, not when the same women who talked so crudely about her were lingering at the bar nearby, stealing glances and smirking triumphantly. She was just proving them right and she hated it.

“I need to go home, Joel,” Indi snapped, her voice quivering. 

His brow arched. He’d tracked her gaze across the room to the group of wives lingering at one end. Scowling now, he suspected something had happened when you had gone to the bathroom.

“What happened?” he demanded, ignoring her request. “They say somethin’ to you?” he questioned, leaning down closer to their face.

“N-no, I just…” she sighed, looking up at the ceiling, willing her tears to remain behind her eyes. 

They were still fairly new in their relationship, nothing official having been stated, but the implications were there. Joel made it very clear that he was committed to her with his actions, his demonstrations of affection. The words hadn’t been necessary. 

Looking around, she realized just how out of place she felt. All these people were at least thirty or older, established, successful, they could probably explain to her what a 401(k) actually is and how to use it. 

“Hey, look at me. What’d they say to you?” Joel demanded, his tone rough as he brought her focus back to him.

She shook her head, her anxious little brain now worried that she was upsetting him or that she might embarrass him when such a thought hadn’t crossed her mind even when he asked her to be his date.

“Sweetheart,” Joel sighed, softening his tone just a bit. “Let’s step outside, I need some air,” he decided, wrapping an arm around her and guiding the both of them out the front of the building, away from the curious eyes. 

Once they were both standing out in the warm summer night air, she took a deep breath, her hands slightly trembling as she watched Joel pace in front of her. She saw how his hand would go to touch his gun, but then he’d stop himself and ball that same hand into a fist, continuing to walk in tense circles. 

“Joel…Joel, stop that, please,” she sighed, tired of seeing him go round and round.

“Tell me what they said to you,I know how those stuck-up housewives can get, baby, so just say it,” he insisted, finally stopping to stand in front of her, placing both palms flat against the wall she leaned on, trapping her between his large arms. 

Her lower lip trembled. She couldn’t look at him as she told him, eyes cast down to his dress boots, black and shiny under the street light. 

“I’ll fuckin’ end them,” Joel all but growled to himself, his own head bowed as he closed his eyes, attempting to contain his rage.

“Stop that, you can’t solve everything with violence. It doesn’t matter anyway,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, still looking at the ground. 

“Hey…hey!” he snapped after lifting his head, grabbing her chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze to meet his own heated one. “You don’t believe a fuckin’ thing they say, sugar, you hear me?”

“Joel, lower your voice,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Nothing, not a single fuckin’ word of what they said is even remotely true. You and I got somethin’ they wished they could have, yeah?”

“...yeah.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna make you believe it, baby, I know you don’t right now, but you will,” he said, pulling her into his chest, his arms like steel around her smaller frame as he hugged her. 

Joel took them home quickly after bidding his client a quick goodbye, claiming something at home had come up with his kid. 

Indi was quiet the entire ride, shoulders slouched forward, head bowed, lip trembling. He hated it. He hated seeing her usual bright eyes so dim and discouraged. 

“I want you to know, darlin’, that I rarely think about the age difference,” he said slowly as they drove down the quiet road leading to his house. “You’re so smart and so funny, sweetheart, I will never get bored of talking to you. You make me feel young again, in all the best ways, baby, you have to see that. Tell me you see that…don’t you?” he asked, parking the car, turning the key, leaving them to sit in the stillness of the garage as he gripped both her hands in his.

“I-it’s just,” she sighed, frustrated and self-disparaging. “You have your life together, you have a house and a job, you have an actual savings account and your own car…you have a life established already, Joel…and I’m still trying to figure out mine day-by-day.”

“I don’t have shit without you, Indi,” he stated matter-of-factly, his voice sharp, commanding. “The house, the car, all that could get taken away and I’d get it back, I’d recover, rebuild, whatever. But you…you, darlin’, I can’t ever replace you, replace this feeling that I can get only with you,” he continued, his tone so serious and gruff, suggesting he was frustrated or angry. 

“Thank you, Joel,” she said softly, his words touching her heart, relieving some of the negativity still flooding her mind.

“You let me deal with those bitches, alright? No one talks about you like that. Ever. If some shit like that ever happens again, you tell me, right then and there, understood?” he grunted, getting out of the truck in a haste, going around the front to get her door and pull her inside.

“Okay, Joel,” she murmured, his aggression teetering between comforting and unnerving. 

He sighed, shutting the garage door and pulling his girl into a tight embrace. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent, exhaling a deep breath along with some of his tension. 

They stood in the dark kitchen for a long while, the silence thick with Joel’s lingering anger and Indi’s lingering self-doubt.

“Do you promise?” she asked softly in his good ear.

“Promise what, sugar?” he murmured, his lips pressing into her temple as he held her.

“Do you promise that…you’re not only with me…because I’m…youn-.”

“Don’t even finish that question,” he cut her off with a low growl, removing his hands to hold her jaw tightly, keeping her teary eyes locked on him. “You know damn well I’m not with you for that, you could be thirty, forty years old, sweetheart, and I’d still be just as wild about you. It’s not the age, baby, it was never the age, okay?” he urged her, brushing his thumbs along her cheekbones. 

She closed her eyes, relief from his words washing over her as a few tears slipped past her lashes. Joel immediately wiped them away with the tips of his thumbs, pressing his forehead to hers as he breathed her in, wanting nothing more than to take all her pain, all her doubt away. 

“Let’s get you showered and in bed, hm? Wash off all that bullshit from tonight,” he suggested, kissing her forehead again before leading her up the stairs. 

He took his time with her in the shower, whispering nothing but sweet praises and encouragement as he brought her to orgasm again and again. She would collapse into bed, satiated, clean, and comfortable, the scarce lingering doubt disappearing with her sense of logic while he fucked her under the shower head.  That night while she slept beside him, Joel sat up on his phone. He had one of his informants look into the guest list at the event tonight, easily identifying who those women were based on security footage from that night sent to his phone. Glancing down at the woman still sleeping beside him, he leaned over and gently kissed her temple, running his fingers down the back of her head. 

“I’ll take care of this, baby, don’t you worry,” he murmured softly, slipping out of bed to go to his office and make a few career ending, social status destroying, marriage ending phone calls. 

Afterwards, when all was said and done and the sun had risen on a new day, Joel took his girl out to breakfast, feeling quite proud of himself for not immediately putting a hit on those women, rather taking the higher road and choosing to engage in social  identity destruction that they’ll never come back from.

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☆some more of my favorite fics ☆ fic rec masterlist is here

a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups

My Brother's Keeper by @diversemediums

The Two of Us by @yourwinchesterbros

call me by @macfrog

i'll be needing stitches by @thetriumphantpanda

easy, plaid-shirt mornings by @morning-star-joy

Keeping up by @talaok

Tender by @brighttears

bath time by @luvrxbunny

an open invitation by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Sweet spot by @javiscigarette

give in by @cupofjoel

clouds by @softlyspector

seasons by @loquaciousferret

speak now by @mendessi

stranded by @soullumii

whatever you want by @inkedells

in my hometown by @swiftispunk

in a feud with her neighbor by @proxima-writes

if the door wasn't shut by @heartpascal

I want your video by @tieronecrush

Friendly Neighborhood Handyman by @juletheghoul

Float Like a Feather by @wheresarizona

Yellow by @ilovepedro

heat lightning by @millerscoffee

Falling into My SIns by @inthe-dark-tonight

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THE WAIT IS OVER

First of all, I’m still alive! I’m here! It’s been a long couple of years for me, lots of big life things happened. BUT I’m here and guess what, I have news! I’ve written a new chapter of Red Jamie and the White Lady! You saw that right, friends! RJWL is back, baby! @diversemediums and I have worked tirelessly to make a beautiful chapter for you all. Since it’s been like 3 years, I have no idea how this new Tumblr works. I honestly can’t find links or my master list or anything. So, if I do somehow figure that out, I’ll post links. But otherwise, check back in the next day or two and there will be a NEW CHAPTER!!!!

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Hemmy's Recommendation List - Joel Miller

Joel Miller

Hi! I am Hemmy and live in a delusional world where I am the female companion to Frankie Morales, Joel Miller and Javier Peña. The amazing banner by the incredible @proxima-writes @pr0ximamidnight; mid-banners and dividers by @cafekitsune

This is my first-ever recommendation list and I am trying to figure out the best format.

These are fics that I have read and enjoyed. I am sure there are many more out there that I have yet to discover. If you have any suggestions, please comment so we can all add them to our 'to be read' lists.

Link to Masterlist

Self-plug: if you need a beta reader or want help with Spanish for the ones who write Javi P and Frankie, hit me up!

Disclaimer:

These creators are putting out content for free and do not have to cater to your personal preferences or expectations of how this or that character should be written.

You are not forced to read through it. Feel free to abandon a series or one-shot halfway through if it is not working for you.

If a creator has not explicitly asked for feedback for their work, keep your opinion to yourself. If they are open to feedback, mind your fucking manners.

Heed warnings and tags, if you don't like soft!Javi, don't read anything with that tag. It is THAT simple. Apply that logic to everything else that is not to your taste.

Warnings and tags on each fic. Read at your discretion. You are responsible for the content you choose to consume.

Joel Miller

GIF by pedro-pascal

Series

Alone Together  @toointojoelmiller Balsam  @thesimulationswarm Blue Jeans 'n Texas Dreams  @tightjeansjavi In the Woods Somewhere  @thetriumphantpanda June  @atinylittlepain My Brother's Keeper  @diversemediums My Haven Could Be You  @firsttimewriter92 My Journey To You  @starry-eyes-love Please Don't Go  @toointojoelmiller Reflections Of The Moon  @chloeangelic Rendezvous  @chloeangelic Seams  @fuckyeahdindjarin Short Days, Long Nights  @frannyzooey Slow Hands  @tightjeansjavi Souls Don't Meet by Accident  @pedrotonin Yearling  @justagalwhowrites

One Shots

Be Good To Me  @metalnecklace Cold As Ice  @bubbles-for-all-of-us I've Got Nothing Left To Hide  @joelmillers-whore Joel's Children  @absurdthirst Like a Virgin  @talaok Mornin' Sunshine  @tightjeansjavi Outpace The Dawn  @metalnecklace Please Let Me  @metalnecklace Slice of Paradise  @bubbles-for-all-of-us Squirming  @frannyzooey Tender  @brighttears The Old Fashioned Way  @toxicanonymity The Only Thing I Did Right  @joelmillers-whore The Two Of Us  @yourwinchesterbros

Link to Masterlist

[justagalwhowrites]

Get To Know Me pt 1

Thank you for the tag, @sheepdogchick3 !

1. Were you named after anyone? My middle name is my paternal grandmother's name.

2. When was the last time you cried? I teared up a bit Tuesday night but fully sobbed was probably last Friday.

3. Do you have kids? No BUT I have a bonus kiddo in the form of my foreign exchange student!

4. What sports do you/have you played? Softball and figure skating when I was in school.

5. Do you use sarcasm? My therapist once said "I can't picture you being anything but witty and bitingly sarcastic at the slightest provocation" so take that for what you will.

6. First thing you notice about people? Generally their demeanor, I will tiptoe around people who seem mad and like they might direct that anger at me. Second, probably height lol

7. What's your eye color? Hazel

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, I am NOT a scary movie person! I just don't like being scared like that. I love roller coasters, I love suspense but I'm not big on horror.

9. Any talents? The closest thing I have to a talent is probably writing. I'm also a pretty decent cook and baker. I was a decent actor and director back in the day but now I mostly just use those skills to be a decent public speaker. I also did speech and debate all through high school and college (so if you were on the college forensics circuit in 2008-2011 we probably bumped into each other at least once.) That's about it, I don't have much going for me lol

10. Where were you born? Texas but I don't live there anymore! I love leaning on my Texas history when writing pre-or-no-outbreak TLOU fics though lol like hell yeah I'm going to include little Texas things in there like HEB and Shiner Bock and kolache and Dublin Dr. Pepper FIGHT ME (please don't I will lose)

11. What are your hobbies? This lol But I read a lot, play a lot of board games and D&D (if you want to geek out about these things please DM me I'm so serious), we go hiking and camping a fair bit. I also love film and am going to be starting my big Oscar movie binge probably this weekend.

12. Do you have any pets? One dog named Yondu! He's a lab/pit mix and he's my baby boy, I birthed him myself. He's also incredibly stupid but he's just the sweetest dog you will ever meet, I love him. He's currently wearing a sweater because he loves being warm and he's a snuggly thing.

13. How tall are you? 5'10" (I know, I'm a giant)

14. Favorite subject in high school? English, psychology, theater, journalism.

15. Dream job? Novelist and columnist who is sometimes a talking head so I can get paid to rant about my political opinions. I was a columnist for a few years in there with some syndication when I got picked up by wire services but that's the closest I've come!

NPT: @tightjeansjavi @diversemediums and anyone else who wants to do this! My brain is oddly fried atm and coming up with tags is overly difficult lol

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The Ex - Mafia!Joel Miller Extended Scene

Part of my AU Mafia!Joel Miller x OFC Series

Without Warning Masterlist

Rating: 18+ (swearing, allusions to smut but no actual smut, brief mentions of drugs)

Summary: Joel takes his girl out to dinner. Her ex-boyfriend happens to be bartending. Joel asserts his dominance.

AN: Again, big thanks to @diversemediums for their prompts!

When Ethan raved about some new steakhouse that opened up downtown, Joel saw it as the perfect opportunity to treat his girl after a stressful couple weeks.

She had a break between the spring and summer semester, a much needed one that. He came home on a Friday afternoon and told her to get ready, that he’d be taking her out on a date. She didn’t refuse or question him either, excited at the prospect of going out to dinner with him, doing something together after he’d been gone for a couple days doing business in Dallas. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” he nearly growled in her ear, fisting the material of her little black dress at her hips. 

“Joel, dinner,” she reminded him with a soft laugh as he began to kiss along the curve of her neck, lips wet and hungry.

“We got time,” he muttered, one of his large hands slipping between her thighs to rub over her clit.

“Joel, I swear,” she gasped, grinning as he stroked her clit through her panties with rough fingers.

“Swear all you want, baby, lemme hear it,” he grunted, his smile evident in his tone as gripped her shoulder and turned her around to face him. 

She rolled her eyes, smiling as she took his hand and tugged him towards the door. “I’m hungry.”

“I got somethin’ to fill you up,” he remarked without skipping a beat, smirking as he reached around to grope her ass with a low, rumbling chuckle. 

She laughed, shaking her head as he dipped his head down to kiss her again, one final attempt at getting her to give in before they left. 

The restaurant was crowded when they arrived. Thankfully they were only late by ten minutes and Joel seemed intimidating enough in stature that the host didn’t argue about seating them. Once seated near the bar, Joel pulled Indi’s chair closer to his at the small, round table, so both their backs were to the wall, allowing them the view of the whole restaurant from their corner.

“That’s a nice touch,” she said with a giggle, pointing at the giant metal longhorn statue near the entrance of the restaurant, propped up on a platform with a plaque in front of it.

Joel scoffed lightly, his arm around the back of her chair. “S’alright,” he muttered, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips. 

Their waiter was fast, attentive, but also knew to leave them alone for the most part. Indi figured it must be because of Joel’s intimidating scowl, one always directed at others but never at her. 

“Hey, this kid keeps lookin’ at you,” Joel said lowly after they had ordered. “You know ‘m?”

She looked up at him, having been too distracted by the decor of the restaurant to feel anyone’s eyes before following his gaze to the bar. Joel seemed to be glaring at the bartender. The bartender was casting long glances at Indi.

“Oh…” she choked, her back stiffening as she realized who she was looking at. “Oh shit.”

“Who is that, darlin’?” Joel asked again.

“Um…th-that’s my…” she chuckled nervously, anxiety filling her stomach as she kept glancing over at the bartender. “Remember when I said I used to date a drug dealer?” she asked quietly, leaning close to him. “That’s him.”

Joel stared at her for a long moment, his brain short-circuiting for a minute as it tried to process the fact that he was currently sitting in the same room as his fiance’s ex-boyfriend. From the few things she’s mentioned about him throughout their relationship, a no good punk ex-boyfriend at that.

“That’s him?”

She nodded slowly, watching closely for his reaction. “What’s his name?”

“Joel,” she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation, “don’t start.”

“Name, darlin,” he demanded, keeping his voice low, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Joel,” she insisted.

“Don’t make me ask you again, sweetheart…I have no problem tyin’ you up tonight for makin’ me repeat myself,” he warned, leaning in close, his lips brushing her earlobe as he practically growled his threat at her.

She gripped his forearm with a shiver, that tone immediately sending a wave of desire between her legs. He chuckled, already knowing the effect he was having, reading her desire like an open book. “I’m waitin’, sugar,” he drawled, bringing his free hand up to caress her jaw, his thumb brushing her lower lip as she shuddered against his touch. 

“Derek,” she sighed, blinking slowly up at her fiance, brain already beginning to shut off and fully submit to him.

“Thank you, baby, that’s all I needed to know,” he cooed at her, his dark tone vanished, replaced with a gentle warmth. 

He drops the topic after that. Joel does an excellent job of keeping his girl focussed on him and their date, engaging her in conversation about things he knew would keep her talking, keep her smiling at him. All the while, he would sneak glances at the kid behind the bar, who still blatantly stared at their table as he worked. It annoyed him, but not to the point he felt he needed to act. 

And then his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Fuck, it’s Tess. Give me a minute, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighed, scooting his chair back to step away.

“It’s fine, Joel,” she insisted, continuing to eat as he walked towards the men’s bathroom, bringing the phone up to his ear. 

Joel had been gone all of ten seconds before Derek approached their table, hands in his pockets, smelling like stale alcohol and a hint of weed. 

“Hey Indi,” he greets her with a smirk. “What do you want?” she sighed, having a feeling this might happen if Joel left her side. 

“That’s your new dude?” he asked, shifting his weight to one side as his eyes trailed down to her chest.

“Yes, that’s my fiance actually, so get lost,” she declared, bringing her wine glass to her lips.

“You know who that is right?” Derek continued with a low chuckle and a shake of his head. “You thought I was into some shit, baby, that’s the kingpin of the whole city…” 

“So you’re still dealing, then?” she muttered, setting her glass down slowly.

He shrugged, trying to appear confident and nonchalant. “Not like I used to, only the natural stuff now.”

She didn’t believe him for a second. “That’s great, you can leave now,” she huffed, her eyes sharp as she glared at him. 

“Damn girl, chill out. Just tryin’ have a conversation with you. You know, catch up,” he insisted with a flirtatious grin. 

“That’s not a good idea,” she stated, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed across her chest.

“Come on, babe, you know we had fun,” he cooed at her, only causing her glare to harden.

“Fuck off, Derek.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes, his easy smirk shifting into a scowl. “Look, is your man needin’ another guy? I’m lookin’ to make some cash and rollin’ with the Millers is guaranteed bank,” he said, leaning on the table, his palms flat on the tablecloth as he spoke to her.

Before she could go off on him for his sheer audacity, another figure approached the table. Indi exhaled a breath of relief, finding Joel standing tall beside his chair, eyes cold and jaw tense as he stared down at Derek.

“Best be gettin’ away from her, kid,” he growled, taking his seat. 

“O-oh, uh, Mr. Miller, I’m…I was just catching up with Indi, we, um, we used to date, you know?” Derek stuttered, standing straight with his hands in his pockets again.

“That so?” Joel drawled, bringing his arm around the back of her chair, his hand protectively on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah, yes, sir. I was tellin’ her that I’m still in the game…thought maybe you could use another guy on the streets, uh…workin’ for you, sir.”

Joel glared at him, his free hand on the table, holding his whiskey glass as he scanned Derek who shifted nervously from one foot to the other. He raised a brow at the younger man with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t need some punk-ass kid touchin’ what’s mine, including my product. Get back to your day job, Derek,” Joel stated in a low tone, stating the other man’s name with obvious warning. 

Derek gulped, intimidated by Joel already knowing his name without him having mentioned it yet. He looked at Indi and then back Joel. Her expression was blank as she leaned into Joel’s side, her gaze steady on Derek, standing her ground with a disinterested shrug.

“Y-yeah, alright,” he nodded with a scoff, ducking his head as he turned around.

“Hey, kid,” Joel said as Derek went to walk away.

He turned back around, a slight spark of hopefulness in his eyes. 

Joel’s gaze was icy as he glared at the younger man. “Speak to my girl again and I’ll break your fuckin’ jaw.”

She knew she shouldn’t be as turned on as she was when Joel so openly threatened her ex-boyfriend, but she couldn’t help it. When he got like this, he seemed to radiate power and dominance even more than normal, his energy drawing her in like a magnet.

When Derek was gone, she leaned into Joel’s side, her hand on his thigh as she whispered in his ear. “That was really hot, handsome.”

He chuckled, a low sound deep in his chest as he watched her eyes dilate fully in the low light. “Got you all hot and bothered, baby?” 

She nodded, biting her lower lip, leaning into him to kiss him. “Very…”

He smirked, bringing one large hand to her jaw and kissing her hard, his fingers curling into her hair as she sighed. He felt her hand inch up his thigh further, her engagement ring clinking lightly against his belt buckle. 

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’m ready for dessert.”

[justagalwhowrites]

WIP Wednesday

Ahhhh thank you @tightjeansjavi my love for the tag!

I'm chugging away on Run Rabbit at the moment. Stuff is happening!

“Joel!” You shrieked, trying your best to rip yourself away from it as it pulled your arms toward its mouth so hard it almost dislocated your shoulder. “Joel, please!”  The infected sank its teeth into your arm but didn’t penetrate the thick coat as you tried to rip yourself free. For a moment, you thought you had, the pressure from its jaw letting up. But it just roared, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer, searching for skin it could reach.  For a moment, as you watched what used to be a human woman stretch her open mouth toward your throat, you were almost surprised that this was how it was going to end for you.  It shouldn’t be a surprise. It was the apocalypse, after all. It should make sense that the thing that made the world end took you out, too. But it had felt all but impossible for so long. Like you’d survived so much, worked so hard, pushed for so long that it wasn’t coming for you anymore. Like, eventually, things were going to slot into place and you were going to have a semblance of a life in the reality you now called home. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. You weren’t supposed to end like this. 

NP Tags: @netherfeildren @toxicanonymity @diversemediums @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and anyone else who wants to join in!