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trulybetty · 2 months ago

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honey, it's cold outside

pairing: jackson!joel x reader word count: 2,243 warnings: just domesticity, no descriptions of reader, use of a nickname, no y/n, soft & cozy post tlou season one joel estimated reading time: 11 minutes summary: christmas eve in jackson and joel is looking to be anywhere but alone, not that he would tell you that - but you know joel. ao3: linked

x. honey masterlist

honey, it's cold outside.

The snow had started to come down sometime in the afternoon. Soft and light at first, barely sticking to the ground, too warm for it to settle. However, by the time the sun had dipped below the horizon, the darkness of the evening closing in, down with it came the temperature, dropping considerably. That was when it had started to come down thick and heavy. It now blanketed Jackson in a still, quiet kind of peace. The kind that made the world feel a little smaller, like it was just you, the house, the storm beyond the frosty windows and that the world, maybe, hadn’t fallen apart.

Joel had come over earlier that afternoon, mumbling something about fixing the creaky hinge on your front door. You knew better though. Lately he’d been even more restless than usual since Ellie had moved into the converted garage at the back of their house—claiming she needed her own space from ‘the old man’. Despite the fact that being still so close it was almost debatable if it truly was independence. Especially considering she raided the fridge still on a daily basis. She was acclimating to life in Jackson at such a fast pace. He missed her, but he’d never say it outright, not unless you pressed. Even then, if so, it would be a grumbled confession, his voice low, rough as gravel.

By the time Ellie and Dina had left for the Christmas Eve gathering at the main hall, stopping by briefly to see if either of you wanted anything, Joel was still at your home. Shoulders stiff under the weight of a now damp jacket, boots tracking melting snow across your entranceway. You didn’t mind. He’d made himself useful, fixing the creaky hinge on your front door, tightening the screws on the loose leg of your kitchen table, fixing the shelf underneath the bathroom mirror and finally putting the stubborn kitchen drawer back on its track. But now he seemed to linger, standing awkwardly in the living room like he wasn’t sure whether to stay and find something else to fix or leave.

“Joel,” you called, soft but insistent, from the couch where a fire Joel had insisted on starting earlier, crackled low in the hearth, “Sit down. You’re making the place look untidy.”

His face flushed as he hesitated, always cautious, always trying to gauge whether he was overstepping. The once urge to account for threats in a life before Jackson, replaced by a lingering uncertainty in a world that had begun to feel like home again. Eventually, he relented, shrugging off his coat and hanging it by the door, his boots followed next—slipped off and placed near the fire to dry. Before he could choose the old worn leather armchair across from you, you tapped the space on the couch beside you. The cushions dipped under his weight, drawing you closer to him than you’d planned, not that you minded. His warmth radiated, a welcome contrast to the cold pressing against the windows trying to find its way in.

For a while, you both sat in companionable silence, watching the flames flicker and dance, listening to the occasional groan of the wind against the house. You could see through him like an open book, you didn’t miss the way his hands flexed now and then, restless even in the stillness.

“You could’ve gone to the main hall with Ellie,” you said, breaking the quiet.

Joel shook his head, his lips twitching like he was attempting to fight a smile, “Crowds ain’t my thing.”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, a wry smile on your lips that you made no attempt to hide, “Could’ve fooled me. You’re the most popular guy in Jackson.”

That earned a soft huff of laughter, his shoulders relaxing just a little. “Not sure that’s somethin’ to be proud of.”

“You don’t fool me either, you know,” your voice was gentle, more teasing than serious. “I know you don’t want to be alone tonight.”

He didn’t answer, at least not right away, but you knew Joel well enough to let the silence stretch out before you. Eventually, he sighed, long and slow, and dropped his head against the back of the couch.

“Guess not,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

You reached out, resting your hand over his, his fingers twitched under yours but didn’t pull away.

“Stay,” you said. It wasn’t a question.

With his head still resting on the back of the couch he turned to look at you, his expression unreadable. So very much Joel. His hand, still underneath yours, flexed as his calloused fingers turned and intertwined with yours, before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

The dishes clinked softly as you carried them into the kitchen, balancing a stack of plates, cutlery and glasses while Joel trailed behind, muttering something under his breath about how you didn’t have to fuss. He had said he didn’t want dinner—he’d come by to fix the hinge, nothing more, already overstaying his welcome at your insistence—but you’d caught the way his eyes had lingered on the roast chicken and vegetables as you’d prepared what you’d said was your own plate, knowing exactly how this conversation was going to go. And when you had insisted, placing the plate down at the table, he’d sat down and eaten without protest.

Then he’d had seconds.

“You know, for someone who wasn’t hungry, you sure made a dent in that chicken,” you called over your shoulder, setting the plates in the sink.

Joel grunted, the kind of sound that wasn’t quite an agreement but wasn’t denial either, “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

You glanced at him, standing there in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as if he were trying to take up less space. His face betrayed him though—a flicker of something softer in his eyes, like maybe he wasn’t used to being fed because someone simply wanted to.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” you said, rinsing the plates under warm water. “Not hungry actually means two servings.”

His lips twitched, the barest hint of a smirk breaking through his normally guarded expression, as he pushed himself off of the doorframe and headed over to the sink where you stood. Gently, he nudged you away with his hip as he took the dish from your hand and continued washing them. “You’re funny,” he said with a pointed look telling you to sit down when you attempted to dry the plates.

You rolled your eyes as you took a seat at the now steady kitchen table, “Just calling it as I see it.”

The conversation between the two of you was light, easy in a way that felt rare. Joel had a way of being in the room without really letting himself be in it, like he always had one foot out of the door. But tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the snowstorm hemming him in or the warmth of the fire lulling him into a sense of ease, he certainly didn’t look like he was in a hurry to leave.

You watched as he finished with the dishes, drying his hands on a towel before he put everything away, needing no direction from you—now familiar with where everything was kept.

“You want to sit back by the fire for a bit?” you asked, “or are you still pretending you’re here for that hinge?”

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze drifting to the window where the snow continued to fall, thick and relentless. Finally, he nodded, the motion small but enough.

Joel had stayed, as you knew he would, his body sinking deeper into the couch with every passing hour. His arm slowly found your shoulder, pulling you close until you were nestled against him, the warmth of his body a comfort alongside the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your ear. You talked about nothing and everything—the state of the roads, how quiet Jackson felt with most people at the Christmas Eve gathering, and Ellie’s recent streak of stubborn independence. Joel had smiled at that, a wry, tired kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“She’s doin’ alright,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Better than I was at her age,” he paused, “all things considered.”

You didn’t press him. Joel didn’t like to linger on the past, even if it was woven into every line on his face, every guarded word. You cherished any piece of it he shared, keeping space for it and letting the silence fill the gaps in between. You offered him what you could in return: a soft place to land, a steady presence so he didn’t have to put as much effort into maintaining the solid defences he had built up.

When you had suggested heading to bed soon, he had hesitated, his hand holding the arm of the couch like it was an anchor, “I should probably head back—”

“To an empty house?” You tilted your head, your voice gentle but firm, “Did you say Ellie wanted to spend the night at Dina’s place? Plus there’s the small issue of the blizzard outside. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

He sighed, long and slow, but didn’t argue. There was something in his eyes—a weariness you’d only seen on him when he thought no one was looking. It wasn’t just the snow keeping him here, he could have made the short walk home easily, and you both knew it.

The fire had burned to embers, casting the room in flickering shadows. The snowfall outside had softened, but the cold still crept through the walls with the dying heat unable to stave it off. Upstairs, your bed waited, the sheets warm and heavy.

Joel followed you without question, quiet as ever, but you caught the softness in his gaze as he took your outstretched hand. He seemed lighter, like the weight he carried every day had been set down, if only for a little while.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the storm outside, but thin enough that the glow from the strings of lights that adorned Jackson could still be seen. You returned from the bathroom, face clean and clothes changed, to find Joel stood by the edge of the bed. You weren’t sure if he was waiting for you or if he was testing if the familiar fragile thread of tension had truly been left behind.

You climbed under the blankets first, patting the spot beside you with a quiet smile.

“C’mon, Miller. Bed’s not gonna bite, can’t promise about me though.”

He snorted softly at that, unbuttoning the plaid shirt he wore, leaving him in a soft tee and worn jeans. He climbed into the bed, it wasn’t the first time, but it still felt new, tender. Joel shifted hesitantly, his body stiff as he lay on his side, his back to you. It wasn't a matter of ignoring you, but rather a well-ingrained means of survival—facing the exit and keeping his good ear alert for any potential danger. You didn’t need an invitation. Sliding closer, you wrapped an arm around his waist, your forehead pressing lightly between his shoulder blades. He stilled for a moment, then let out a breath that sounded almost like relief, his hand moving tentatively to rest over yours where it lay against his stomach.

“Alright?” you murmured, your voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m alright.”

The moment stretched, the sound of the wind outside fading into the background as your breathing fell into rhythm with his. His body feeling solid against yours, bringing warmth that chased the lingering chill away.

After a beat, you broke the silence, “Don’t think about slipping out—everything will still be there tomorrow if you stay the night. Sleep, if just for tonight.”

“You always this bossy?” he asked after a while, as if this was a new revelation, his voice a quiet rumble.

“Only when you’re being stubborn,” you shot back, your tone light. “Which is… most of the time.”

He huffed out a laugh, the sound low and genuine. “Fair enough.”

You smiled against his back, the curve of your lips just brushing the bare skin above the collar of his shirt. This wasn’t perfect—nothing with Joel ever was—but it felt right in a way you couldn’t quite explain, nor felt the need to solve. Holding him like that, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, it was easy to forget it all. Just focus on the quiet, the warmth of your bed, that there was only you and Joel. And for that night? That was enough.

The rhythm of Joe’s breathing slowed and evened out, his body melting against yours as if he’d been waiting for this—someone, you, to hold him steady. To remind him it was okay to let go, even for a little while, so you held him a little tighter, your legs tangling under the blankets.

The smokey scent of the put-out fire from downstairs lingered, and the house creaked again as the wind pushed against it, only making the space between you and Joel feel cozier. You closed your eyes and listened to Joel’s faint snores, the ones that he would swear he didn’t make, as you fell into sleep—there in the quiet glow of the night, everything felt whole.

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intothetr33s · 5 months ago

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DAILY

Wipe counter

Microwave sauces and/or stews

Scrub microwave interior

Wash pet bowls

Clean gutters

Brush barbecue

WEEKLY

Take out recycling

Clean mirrors

Vacuum floors

Recharge used rechargeable batteries

Sort and reorganise sauces in refrigerator

Launder tablecloths and placemats

Shovel snow

Sanitise toilet

MONTHLY

Wash windows

Dust ceiling fans, baseboards, and lamps

Vacuum dog

Replenish dog

Launder couch cushion covers

Disassemble and clean desktop computer

Remove expired milks from refrigerator and/or laundry room

Mop kitchen and bathroom floors

Deep-clean bathtub

QUARTERLY

Deep clean oven

Wash pet bed

Reshelve library

Vacuum vacuum filter using secondary vacuum

Reassemble desktop computer

Change door hinges

Discard expired condiments

Replace baking soda box in refrigerator

Make bed

Descale electric kettle

Rescale electric kettle

Descale electric kettle

Sharpen lawnmower blade

YEARLY

Vacuum secondary vacuum filter using primary vacuum

Shine shoes

Alphabetize cookbook collection

Lubricate garage door mechanism

Shred coffee table book

Mow lawn

Powerwash patio and garage door

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chaoticdesertdweller · 2 years ago

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Sorry for the long post but I'm just head over heels for this house!!!!

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, description of violence - against established characters and oc.

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“Hands up, weapons on the floor.” The voice was deep, commanding.

The dark-haired man wore a grey suit, a navy tie, and newly shined black shoes. The three other men, who stood behind you, surrounding both you and Jax, had guns in hand, and wore similar attire. If you weren’t in this situation, you would’ve thought they were accountants.

In the dimly lit garage, the hairs on your arms rose. But you weren’t going to show any fear. Blinking once, slowly, you swallowed and looked the gangster in the eyes. Slowly raising your hands, you didn’t bother lifting your leg pants and taking the knife from your boot. They could find it on their own. Even if that was a bad decision. You didn’t think it mattered; you were in deep shit anyway.

Usually you’d have your firearm, on you or near you, but for some reason you had left it in the car. Where your bag was…and your phone. The keys were in your back pocket, but it wasn’t a realistic plan to try and retrieve it. Even if the men let you go anywhere near your car, they wouldn’t dare let you in it. So, you did all you could do, you held onto the hope that the Club would get here in time. And you held onto that hope like you were hanging from a goddamn rope.

Jax, who you knew was pissed, threw his gun on the ground. The closest man kicked it out of reach. Tonight, Jax’s usual white sneakers had been replaced by boots, the kind that biker’s usually wore. The difference between the two men’s shoes was apparent. You couldn’t help but notice. Where Jax’s was worn in, scuffed, and scratched, the other man’s was smooth, spotless…unblemished.

The next command came in the same tone as the first, “hands behind your head.” Reality kicked in and you felt your breathing hitch. What’s happening, what’s happening, what’s happening. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew what would ground you.

So, you stole a glance at Jax; he did the same.

His eyes were pleading, apologetic, protective. The knot in your stomach loosened a little. He nodded, only once, and you felt as if you could breathe again.

You complied and the both of you interlocked your hands behind your head and waited for your next order. But no order came, only the ramblings of a grieving man.

“You killed our men, my brothers. The men I had sworn in myself-” blocking out his monologue, you placed the man; the one from the car. He had been in the backseat. Maybe he didn’t know you were the one in the other car? Did it matter? Were you going to experience everything the same anyway? You could feel yourself getting lost in your thoughts but then there was quick and violent movement.

They were on Jax like flies to shit, ripping up his shirt and finding a second gun, and the knife that hung on his pants. One guy backhanded him across the face.

You flinched, catching the yelp in your throat before it could jump out. It was as if you could feel his pain. As if your cheek stung as well.

However, you didn’t want to give these men leverage. If they knew you cared for Jax, if they knew how much you cared for him, they would wave it above your head and use it against you.

So, you did the best you could to steel your face. Your eyes focused on the hinges of the garage door, and you let your mind wander into how old they must be. Because you knew that if you looked at Jax, you would be on your knees, begging them not to hurt him. So on you stared. Thinking of how dirty the garage looked, how much dust had collected.

But he sensed it. The lack of movement, the stupid goddamn gangster sensed that you had gone still. That was what caught his eye. The bare movement of your chest, the calmness in which you outwardly held yourself.

“And you, who are you to him?” Begrudgingly, you met his gaze; brown eyes staring into your hazel ones. You made sure to give him the coldest glare you had ever given anyone.

“Employee,” you said in a stern, icy tone.

“What are you employed for? Sucking di-“

“HEY, you watch your fucking mouth,” Jax interrupted, spitting the words. It earned him a swift fist to the gut, sending him to his knees.

“Don’t!” The word slipped out. You didn’t know which gangster you were talking to. The one with the gun in his hand or the one on the floor.

“Don’t? Don’t? A woman,” he walked over to you and grabbed hold of your hair. Your stomach sank as he yanked backwards, “does not tell me what to do.”

He was face to face with you now, and you could see the wrinkles on his tanned face. He didn’t seem old, but up close, he aged about ten years.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jax move onto his knees and try to crawl to you. The other men held him back, but there was a vicious look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but let a tear slip.

Seeing that made Jax bark in anguish, “LET HER GO!”

The grip didn’t loosen, and your head started to throb. You could feel the cold press of the gun underneath your chin, and you couldn’t move. But like a rabid dog, you snarled. Thinking of your dogs at home and how they growled when danger was near, you started to emulate them. Later on, you would find out that it was a way to handle what was going on.

You didn’t remember actively deciding to act like your Dobermann, but you remembered the change in your demeanour. You back straightened, a smirk slipped onto your lips, and your eyes darkened. It was like you couldn’t feel the fingers tightly gripping your hair. But the knife in your boot felt heavy and you instantly thought, ‘fuck it.’

Lunging forward you bit down hard on the man’s nose and pulled backward. The fingers slid from your hair, and you reached for your knife. The movements were quick, but also very unexpected, as the other men had no idea what to do.

Adrenaline was a kind friend in those moments of chaos. While the leader was bent over holding his nose, his men ran to his aid and you slashed upward, not knowing where you hit. Yet you heard a yell of pain.

Jax lunged toward the gun and in that same moment, Happy came into the garage shooting the targets farthest from you. Without a mechanical weapon, you knew that you would do more harm than good, so you moved to the side and watched as the Sons truly let loose some anarchy.

Lady luck was on your side that night, because just as the events unfolded inside, the Club had arrived to apprehend the men outside. With guns to their heads, the men fumbled into the garage, and were met with the dead bodies of their comrades.

When the threat was gone, and the approaching promise of death had disappeared, you crumbled. Not caring who saw, you slumped to the floor and let your head drop. Tears fell from your eyes and snot ran from your nose, and still, you did not care.

But none of the Sons judged you.

Not a single one thought less of you. Because if it weren’t for your actions, you, Jax and Happy might not have gotten out of this alive.

Jax knelt down beside you, a firm hand on your back, slowly rubbing soothing circles. He ripped off a part of his shirt and gave it to you to use as a tissue.

“Thank you,” he whispered and dropped down next to you. He moved a leg behind your back, as you slouched on the ground, facing the wall. Every Son in the room knew not to disturb you.

Jax let you cry, and cry and cry until you no longer could.

Internally, Jax was ripping himself apart. How could he let this happen?

This didn’t happen because of anything she did. It was all on me. I should have made sure the hit was finished, that no one walked away. I should have given her stricter instructions. I should have made sure no one was following her.

- ✦ -

After you had stopped crying, blown your nose and wiped your tears, you didn’t know what to say to Jax. He had let you rest your head on his chest. Had stroked your hair and held you close. You felt so safe with him.

“Ready?” he asked, moving his head to look into your eyes.

Your throat felt dry, like you couldn’t speak. So, you just nodded.

Jax got up, and held out his hand, when you grabbed it, your body felt like it was both hot and cold. Parts of you were in so much pain, and other parts were buzzing from the closeness with Jax. Your head felt like it was throbbing from the inside out.

Jax walked with a hand behind your back, leading you toward the rest of the men. You wanted so badly to keep hold of his hand, to feel as close as you were only seconds before. But he gently unclasped his hand from yours when you entered the room.

Happy had wiped the blood from his face and neck, but there were red splattering on his white shirt. When he saw you, he slowly walked over and held you in his arms.

“You did good,” he mumbled, and kissed your head. He let go but didn’t go far.

You felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable in front of these men, so you let your body and voice act naturally.

In a weak voice you asked, “who were they?” You were led to an empty seat and were given painkillers with a glass of water. You didn’t know who by exactly, you felt like you were in a haze.

“They were the last members of the Lin Triads,” explained Chibs, whose bloody nose had started to ease. The red handkerchief was just about soaked through. The triads must have put up a good fight, even though they were taken by surprise.

Tig was sitting on the arm of the chair, arms crossed over his chest. Juice were cleaning everything up; making it look like it was before. You knew Skeeter noticed even the smallest of changes, so you’d have to go back and make things exactly how they were before. But the thought exhausted you. Later. You’d leave it until later.

You slumped back in the chair and drank the rest of the water. Jax sat on the couch opposite you, leaning his head on a propped-up arm.

“Fuckin’ Triads,” Tig grunted, getting up and helping himself to some painkillers as well.

“’Least they’re all dead now,” Happy replied, looking at Chibs.

Chibs’ response was dry, “aye, they’re all dead now.”

- ✦ -

“I can’t promise that something like this won’t happen again.” Jax sat in the driver’s seat of the car, adamant that he was going to drive you home.

“I know,” you said in a voice stronger than you felt.

“But Zo seeing you with a gun pressed to your throat-“ he cut himself off. You had left the crematorium; Happy would lock up and leave the keys underneath your doormat for tomorrow.

“I know,” you whispered it now. Your throat clenched and you knew you would start crying soon. But you didn’t want to. You had cried enough.

“And you still want to work with the club?” Jax stole a few seconds to look at you, then returned his gaze back to the road.

“I knew what I was getting myself into…what I am getting myself into.”

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