#janas recs

[guiltyasdave]

oh my god oh my god oh my god

i felt this in my bones, your writing is so visceral and gorgeous and i just loooove this version of joel. i want what they have 🥹

thank you for this beautiful story <3

take your medicine

pre-outbreak joel miller x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ minors dni summary: *tv sales advert voice* so you've been finding it hard to reach orgasm? lucky for you, our best-selling item "hunky boyfriend joel" is on sale at half price. shipping is free, and he is very determined to help you achieve your goals! call the number on your screen to buy now! OR your medication makes it difficult to orgasm so joel (and your vibrator) help make it happen. warnings/tags: set in the early 2000s aka early thirties joel my lover boyyyy, boyfriend joel, depression [nothing dark or sad], anti-depressants, brief discussion of food/eating, cigarette smoking [f], soft!supportive!joel, mentions of masturbation [f], unprotected piv sex, use of a sex toy, ride 'em cowgirl (1939) dir. samuel diege, cream pie, dirty talk, joel talks you through it. word count: 2.9k masterlist a/n: so this one is.... self-indulgent. shout out to all my friends on anti-depressants that are strugglin' to reach orgasm. me too, pals, me too. and there will be no medication shaming on this account, no there will not! so happy sunday, i hope someone else out there enjoys this short little thing with me x follow @hier--soirupdates if you'd like to be notified when i share my writing

Medication is a journey, they say. Every day will be different.

Medication is not the end all be all, they say. We can always try different avenues.

Six months on, now.

Six months since Let’s try the Zoloft for a few months.

Six months since We can reassess in April.

It’s June and summer has settled over Austin with a hot wet vengeance. April came and went with a mutual agreement that you weren’t ready to be weaned off yet. A gentle hand on your forearm and a softly spoken Why don’t we check in again in July?

A low dose. A starter dose. A you shouldn’t experience too many side-effects dose.  

And she was right – for the most part. There were no headaches, no nausea, no dizzy spells, no changes in appetite. That shallow, low mood that’d been haunting you for months suddenly began to lift. Begrudging exercise in the afternoons, a three-meals-a-day regiment implemented by your boyfriend, and a happy little pill with every morning coffee.

But fuck – you can count the number of orgasms you’ve had since January on one hand.

Countless nights spent alone in your bed, tangled betwixt sweaty sheets, fingers and forearm cramping until you finally give up. Drink a cold glass of water, wet your face, and go to bed frustrated; a routine disappointment.

You’d gotten lucky a few times, of course. Vibrator on the highest setting possible, pussy all puffed up and numb from the rough speed. Frustrated tears in your eyes, lightheaded by the time you finally feel that sweet sweet relief coursing through your veins.

A few times with Joel, too, in those first few months. And ignorance was bliss—quite literally—until he caught onto what you’d been doing.

“What was different tonight?” he’d asked you on one of those nights, laid out beside each other in his bed. Chests heaving, satisfied smiles spread across your faces.

Your hand had paused against his head, fingers twisted up in his sweaty curls, and you hesitated. So quick, the briefest pause before trying to play it off, but he caught it. Always too perceptive, too watchful of an eye; especially since you’d been diagnosed.

“What’s wrong?” Joel frowned.

“I… didn’t… my…” you’d mumbled, face tucked against his pillow.

“Can’t hear you when you do that,” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Baby?”

“I didn’t take my meds today,” you repeated, voice still low, still wary. But you could tell he heard you. Knew from the way his body stiffened beside you. From how when you looked over his smile had dropped, eyebrows pinching inward. 

For a moment he didn’t even say anything. He hardly breathed. And then—Darlin’, why would you do that?—so painfully soft, the faintest tinge of worry in that deep, rasping voice of his. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed, and something hot began to burn behind your eyes. Wet, pinching shame. “Just… I woke up and I wanted you. And I wanted it to feel like it used to for us, and I can never… you know I can’t finish when I’m on them, and I hate feeling like I’m disappointing you—”

“Baby,” Joel shook his head, strong hand cupping your jaw. His forehead knocked against yours; a tender but firm kind of insistence. The type that says look me in the fucking eyes and listen up. “You’re not disappointin’ me.”

“Joel,” you sighed, face hot, foreheads tacky where they pressed together.

“No,” he grunted. “I fuckin’ mean it. This stuff takes time, okay? We’ll figure it out the way we always do. Just… don’t do that again. Please.”

“I won’t,” you murmured feebly, nose smushed against his.  

“Promise me,” Joel had urged you. “Promise me you’ll take your medicine.” 

“I promise, Joel.”

You kept strong on that promise. Didn’t get frustrated when he’d stay over more nights than usual, or drag you back to his place in the evenings – all just to watch you pop that little white pill in the mornings.  

It brought out something new in him, the day you’d showed him the prescription. Like some instinctual protectiveness was unlocked and he just kicked into hyperdrive.

Cutting work early to drive you to your doctor’s office, cooking up different meals every night for dinner.

Most days you wake up alone in his bed; wipe the sleep out of your eyes as you wander downstairs. Let him nudge you into a chair at the table, beside Sarah, so he can set identical bowls of cereal in front of the two of you—his girls. Hell, if you had a dollar for every time that man has said Breakfast is the most important meal of the day in the past six months, you’d have more money than you could spend.

Joel didn’t even get mad when you started smoking again in May.

Didn’t bat an eye when he found you at two in the morning, sat on the back porch in one of his sweatshirts with the smell of tobacco staining your fingers.

“Been a long time since I seen once of those in your mouth,” he’d smirked, settling onto the stoop beside you.

“I’m sorry,” you grimaced, remembering how proud he’d been when you quit. He rested his head against your shoulder, eyes watering with a yawn.

“S’late,” he grumbled sleepily. “N’you smell now.”

“I’m sorry,” you’d repeated, stamping the cigarette into the concrete. “Today was just… hard. Couldn’t sleep.”  

“S’okay,” Joel told you. “Just don’t like it when you sneak out on me, yeah? You know I ain’t judgin’ you.”

The only thing that frustrates Joel, is that he comes, and you don’t.

And it’s not a frustration with you. No, it’s a hot faced guilt that spreads through him every time you fuck. Evident in those frantic touches, desperate pleas of your name, of tell me what to do, tell me how to help, of fuck I’m sorry.

Because you still want him, despite it all. Still can’t help your wandering hands, your fingers that tease back his bed sheets and then his boxers and coax orgasm after orgasm out of him, night after night.

Tonight, you thought, would be no different.

Covers strewn across the end of your bed, pillows askew, you sit astride his lap.

It’s hot; the AC in your apartment has been broken all week, and your thighs are tacky with sweat where they press against his skin. Everything wet – sweat in your hair, slick between your thighs, the soft squelching sound that raises with every press of his cock inside of you.

“Fuck,” Joel pants, hands tight against your waist. “I can’t—goddammit, I’m not gonna last, baby.” 

“It’s okay,” you moan, eyelids heavy as you rock your hips over his.

It’s late, and you both have work early in the morning, but the burn is so good like this. The heavy weight of him reaching so far, pushing the limits of what your body can take. For years it’s been your favourite way to fuck him; poised above his body, admiring the way his stomach tightens and his eyes roll when you sink down on his cock.

“What can I do?” his voice is strained, the veins in his neck bulging as he holds his breath – anything to stave off the impending high.

You only whimper pathetically, grinding your hips into his. Can feel everything in your stomach knotting up into a white-hot ball.

“Hey,” Joel urges, hand landing in a soft slap against your outer thigh. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know,” you cry out, shaking your head. “It’s right there, but I…”

“But what?” he murmurs, hips snapping up again.

“I don’t think I can,” you finally admit, eyebrows drawn tight in frustration. Your lower lip is bitten raw at this point, incessantly gnawed at by your own teeth. His grip tightens on your hips and he drags you upward until his length slips out, falling against his stomach with a wet smack.

“C’mon, tell me what you need,” he says quickly, and you’re sure that the desperation you see in his eyes is mirrored in your own. Pupils blown round and fat, endless black—pleading.

You stare down at him for a moment. Watch the way his chest heaves with harsh, stilted breathes. How little dots of sweat have gathered at the hollow of his throat. And fuck, you want it so bad.

“Top drawer,” you exhale roughly, pointing to the side table.

Joel doesn’t question the order. Doesn’t say a word as he spreads a long arm across the bed, yanking the drawer open and shoving his hand inside. You watch him rifle around for a moment, pulse increasing as you wait for him to find what you want. What you need. And you can tell when he does; his shoulders stiffen and he lets out a choked sort of sound, pulling out the black wand and shoving it into your hand.

“Show me,” he says, eyes wild.

Your finger drops down against the button, turning your hand to show him which one to press.

“There’s four settings,” you murmur, slipping it back into his palm.

“Does this normally help?” he asks, grunting softly as you grip his cock, notching the tip back at your entrance.

“Sometimes,” you sigh, sinking down, sucking in the heavy weight of him. “Can still take a—a little while.”

He presses the button tentatively, watching as the rounded head of the wand starts to vibrate. Spread open around him, he can see your swollen little clit so easily, and he lowers the wand to press against it. Your body jolts forward, mouth splitting open with a groan as heat flares through you. Your hips stutter against him instinctively, chasing that intense feeling, and he looses a gravelly moan at the feeling of your wasted cunt squeezing around him.

“Look at that,” Joel grunts, dark eyes trained on your face. That wicked pink tongue slips out to wet his lips and he nods in encouragement. “I know, baby, I know it’s a lot, you feel good?” 

“Yes,” you gasp, jaw going slack as you settle into the feeling. “Fuck, yes, it’s good, it’s good.”

It’s nothing you’ve ever felt before; nothing your past boyfriends had ever been comfortable enough to try. It has the muscles in your thighs tensing up already; the thick press of his cock paired with that unrelenting, almost overbearing, vibration.

“Can feel it,” he hisses out, head tilting back into the mattress.

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” he nods, expression grim. The muscle in his jaw twitches. “So fuckin’ tight like this. All wound up, y’need it so bad, I know.”

You moan, eyelids fluttering as he presses the button again, notching it to a higher speed. You lift up slowly and then press back down over him, and the two of you groan in unison. His free hand falls against the curve of your ass and he squeezes, encouraging you to rock against him, starting up a steady pace.

One of your hands settles on your chest, fingers twisting and pulling at your nipples. You need more, always more, something, anything.

“Look so fuckin’ good like this,” Joel mutters, and you can tell how fucked out he is already as he watches you. Dark eyes glazing over, mouth hanging open deliriously. “My pretty girl, so damn good for me.”  

Your heart stumbles in your chest and you whimper, appreciation for him flooding your senses. He’s been so close for so long tonight already, teetering precariously on that edge but holding off for you. Fucking you into the mattress before pulling out and tucking his face between your thighs, doing his damnedest to get you to that same place. Urging you to get on top, to take what you needed, to use him to get yourself off.  

“I love you,” you mumble breathlessly, eyes pinching closed as something sharp starts to tingle at the bottom of your stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” Joel snarls, hips snapping upward.  

“What ar—” your words cut off with choked moan as he clicks the button again, and then again, taking it to the highest speed. Your shoulders shake and you tilt forward a little, hand gripping his shoulder to steady yourself.

“Joel,” you cry out, chest heaving and stomach tightening.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist, searching for something to ground yourself against. That firm press against your clit doesn’t falter for a second, and you let out a rough moan.  

“Good,” he grunts. “Good girl, give it to me.”

The muscle in his bicep spasms and strains beneath the skin, everything pulled taut as he keeps the wand pressed firmly against you. And it’s almost painful, the way you can feel your high coiling inside you, burning, but never quite reaching fever pitch the way you need it to. 

A symphony that builds and billows and writhes within you. Sloping swells of violins and cellos and trumpets. Up, up, up to that shattering crescendo you just can’t seem to reach.

“Joel,” you mewl, and there’s tears in your eyes, on your cheeks. Hot, fat tears that stain your face now, dripping from your chin to splatter against his chest.

“C’mon now,” he grunts, hips shifting up off the bed, meeting you thrust for thrust. The stretch of his cock is so wide, so deep, and every shift of his body punches the air from your lungs.

“I don’t know if I can,” you shake your head, stomach on fire. The vibrations are so intense, the speed so fast, you can feel your clit going numb beneath it. But Joel doesn’t pull away, doesn’t stop the fast pace of his hips. The muscles in his abdomen twitch under you, tan skin glistening with sweat.

“You’re so close,” he goads, jaw tight. “Don’t fight it, baby.”

“Stop moving,” you beg then, your voice a high keen. Joel stills instantly, wary eyes darting across your face. He doesn’t pull the vibrator away though. Not yet.

“Fuck,” you cry out, hand firm against his stomach. “Just let me-just—”

Knees on fire against the bed, you grind your hips down into his. Gasp as his cock presses hot and heavy against something deep inside of you that sets your entire body shaking, vibrating against him; buzzing at the same high-speed rhythm as the wand between your legs. You rut against him again and again and then something pulls tight and hot at the base of your spine.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, eyes widening. “Oh god, Joel, I think—”

“Shh, I know, I know,” he moans. A bead of sweat rolls from his hairline to his chin. “You’re okay, let it happen.”

“Touch me,” you say, breathless and needy and so so desperate. “Fuck, please.”

Joel groans – a deep, guttural thing. A sound that comes from somewhere in the base of his stomach. It rattles your bones and has your fingernails digging into his stomach, and then his hand is on your chest. Rough fingers squeezing and stroking and pinching and you’re gasping, keening his name as he whispers frenzied words of encouragement and it’s building it’s building it’s building and and and—

Everything goes silent when you come. It’s all blurred vision and deafened ears; an intense ache in your jaw from the way your mouth hangs open. You can feel a vein in your neck, raging beneath the skin; a staccato rushing sound that echoes inside your head.

And you think you can hear Joel’s voice, somewhere beyond it all; Fuck, there it is, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.

When your eyes flutter open, you can only see Joel’s face swimming in your vision. His eyes rolling back, lips parted as he snarls your name.

“Fuck,” he spits. “—yeah, that’s it, there we fuckin’ go.”

You feel his cock kick inside of you; fast jerking spasms and then a warm rush as he starts to come. Your hand wraps around his, pushing the wand to the side of the bed, but he doesn’t fucking stop. He grips your waist and fucks up into you, spitting curses and warbled slurs of your name as he pumps you full of his hot spend.

It’s obscene – a mix of your come and his, squeezing out around his girth and smearing against the inside of your thighs. It pools around the base of his cock and you whimper at the sight, swollen cunt still tightening around him. Only when you start to sag down against his chest does he rest, his thighs twitching and tensing with the aftershocks of his high.  

Joel raises a hand, calloused thumb brushing the tears from your cheeks. Then, carefully, he grips the back of your neck, guiding you down to rest against his chest.

Your shoulders slump and you press a lazy kiss against the jut of his collarbone. And for a moment there’s just this. No sounds but that of heavy breaths and a soft buzzing, forgotten somewhere in the sheets. The swipe of his fingertips down your spine, your lips against his salty skin. A gentle tap against your waist and he’s slipping out of you with a sigh, but not letting you pull away, not letting you move from where you’ve collapsed directly on top of him.

“Missed that,” you slur sleepily, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“Me too,” he mumbles. “Did so good. Made me proud.”

“S’that right?” you smile against his skin.

“S’right, baby.”

You hum, dragging your head up to press a kiss against his mouth. Both of you so exhausted that it’s just a brief, lazy swipe of your lips, but it’s enough. It’s thank you.

“Shower?” he suggests softly, smiling up at you.  

“Or… cigarette?” you respond, eyebrows raised, teasing.  

“Watch it,” he smarts, laying a quick smack against your ass before nudging you off of him. He stands and holds out a hand to help you off the bed, tutting underneath his breath. “Although I guess you’ve earned it.”

a/n: in hindsight, idk why the fuck i wrote that it took them six months to try this but what can you do lmao.

thank you for reading! x

[guiltyasdave]

jana’s fic recs

hi hello, it’s been a minute, but here are the fics that i’ve read and loved lately, in case you’re looking for something to read over the holidays 🫶🏻

you know the drill, if you read any of these fics (or any fic really) and end up liking it, please please let the writer know! i promise you, comments and reblogs are always so greatly appreciated.

all my recs ever are here & dividers are by @/ enchanthings <3

the recs are organized by character and the added emojis indicate the contents a little. still, please play attention to the tags/warnings provided by the writers and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

frankie morales

more than letters by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

24 hours by @jolapeno 💘📖

joel miller

of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

take care by @justagalwhowrites 💘❤️‍🔥📖

easy to please by @gutsby ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

lock the gate by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

see you at three by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥📚

one night early by @almostfoxglove 💘📖

daddy next door by @cavillscurls 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

mess of mine by @cavillscurls 💘❤️‍🔥📖

good neighbors by @joelstummy 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

sex on fire by @macfrog 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

take your medicine by @hier--soir 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

through the glass by @murder-wife ❤️‍🔥📖

[guiltyasdave]

jana's 2024 faves

hi! as 2024 draws to a close, i thought i’d go through all the fics i read and loved this year and create a list of my favorites. as it turns out, i read a ton, so this list is a two-parter and i’m not doing my usual emoji-guide, because otherwise i’d be here forever 🫠 so many stories moved me this year, made me cry, made me laugh, and i’m really grateful to be part of this community.

i hope you’re having a beautiful end of the year, and if you need something to read: you might find it here :) if you do, please remember to show the writers some love 🫶🏻

dividers of course by the amazing @saradika-graphics! <3

javier peña

go your own way by @schnarfer

on call by @hellishjoel

girl next door by @goodwithcheese

i'll carry you by @almostfoxglove

a litany of lethe by @kiwisbell

scathed by @dancingtotuyo

the everything shower by @iknowisoundcrazy

joel miller

you know you never stood a chance & of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads

from eden by @5oh5

a stranger's heart without a home by @morning-star-joy

short days, long nights by @frannyzooey

sex on fire, san angelo & cowboy like me by @macfrog

smother by @beardedjoel

a lover's pinch by @hier--soir

the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda

woman by @dancingtotuyo

your summer dream by @tonysopranosrobe

feelings on fire by @pedropeach

i know it when i see it by @bageldaddy

helen by @kiwisbell

teacher's pet by @javiscigarette

dress up joel by @covetyou

daddy next door by @cavillscurls

clot & listen/watch/touch by @luxurychristmaspudding

chrysalism by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

does anyone know where the love of good goes? by @shellshocklove

hands on your knees by @northernbluess

how do you sleep? by @thriftedtchotchkes

interlude by @wethairjoel

cover me up, see you at three & lock the gate by @almostfoxglove

living high until that fatal day by @familyvideostevie

good neighbors, gimme what i want & meet me in the back by @joelstummy

hungry, lonely, violent by @dontloooknow

marcus acacius

the nymphiad by @pascalispretty

max phillips

i cannot get you close enough by @leslie-lyman

the prettiest by @almostfoxglove

unnamed materialists character

quicksand by @javier-pena

<- part 1

[guiltyasdave]

guess who’s back 😌 i took a bit of a break from weekly fic recs last month, because i wasn’t reading that much anyway and a lot of stuff was happening in my personal life (i kicked depression’s ass and went back to work, yay me!), so i’m gonna do a monthly rec list instead.

find the masterlist with all my recs ever right here and please remember to give the writers some love <3

dividers by @/enchanthings!

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

— pedro pascal characters —

dave york

when the blood creeps and the nerves prick by @gasolinerainbowpuddles ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

reversal by @punkseyes 💘❤️‍🔥📖

sunshine & rainbows by @jeewrites 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

after by @sp00kymulderr ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

good luck, babe by @schnarfer 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

dieter bravo

close encounters of the corn kind by @whocaresstillthelouvre 💘📖

din djarin

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads 🤍🖤📖

frankie morales

in the woods by @tonysopranosrobe 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

the harvest festival by @iknowisoundcrazy 💘📖

jack daniels

a bit of a fright by @leslie-lyman 💘🤍📖

javier peña

seasons change by @punkshort 💘🤍📖

i’ll carry you by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

joel miller

goodnight kiss 💘📖, older!boyfriend joel 💘❤️‍🔥📚 & wherever you stray, i’ll follow 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖 by @cavillscurls

of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

smother by @beardedjoel 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

sunset by @5oh5 💘❤️‍🔥📖

chrysalism by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

daddy dom!joel collection by @joelsdagger 💘❤️‍🔥📚

a great honor ❤️‍🔥🖤📖 & good neighbors ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚 by @joelstummy

brother by @macfrog 🤍📖

see you at three by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

stay awhile by @mrsmando 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

marcus pike

only for you by @burntheedges 💘❤️‍🔥📖

max phillips

i cannot get you close enough by @leslie-lyman 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

oberyn martell

he will slay you with his tongue by @iamasaddie ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

— hugh jackman characters —

gabriel van helsing

…fucks you in his jacket by @moonlight-prose ❤️‍🔥📖

logan howlett

of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

several kinktober fics by @eupheme (individual warnings!)

future boyfriend by @wlwloverwrites ❤️‍🔥📖

several kinktober fics by @avocado-writing (individual warnings!)

wondering why 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖 & dust to dust 💘❤️‍🔥📖 by @moonlight-prose

slippin’ and slidin’ all over you! by @sceletaflores ❤️‍🔥📖

dream incarnate by @dollfacefantasy 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

steal away by @nymphoniah ❤️‍🔥📖

no end to this road by @logaenhowlett ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

strangers by @silverskyeline ❤️‍🔥📖

sugar on the rim by @ovaryacted 💘❤️‍🔥📖

my own writing

every breath you take — dave york x f!reader 🤍🖤📖

[guiltyasdave]

jana's 2024 faves

hi! as 2024 draws to a close, i thought i’d go through all the fics i read and loved this year and create a list of my favorites. as it turns out, i read a ton, so this list is a two-parter and i’m not doing my usual emoji-guide, because otherwise i’d be here forever 🫠 so many stories moved me this year, made me cry, made me laugh, and i’m really grateful to be part of this community.

i hope you’re having a beautiful end of the year, and if you need something to read: you might find it here :) if you do, please remember to show the writers some love 🫶🏻

dividers of course by the amazing @saradika-graphics! <3

dave york

the violence of you & pitch black by @whataperfectwasteoftime

sight universe by @goodwithcheese

starving season by @wannab-urs

mindfuck by @whatsnewalycat

in the shadows of others, we grow by @sin-djarin (featuring tim rockford)

volatile by @javier-pena

sharpshooter by @foli-vora

in the sheets, let them see & repenting by @sizzlingcloudmentality

isn't she a doll? by @hauntedhowlett-writes

hitman by @punkshort

after by @sp00kymulderr

dieter bravo

if wishes came true by @schnarfer

consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin

close encounters of the corn kind by @whocaresstillthelouvre

din djarin

live to rise by @corazondebeskar-reads

best kept secret by @lincolndjarin

bleed for me by @saradika

hatch by @secretelephanttattoo

ezra

in the dark by @frannyzooey

frankie morales

listen/watch/touch & on call by @luxurychristmaspudding

do me yourself by @jolapeno

tonight you belong to me by @intheorangebedroom

more than letters by @almostfoxglove

jack 'whiskey' daniels

palomino by @fuckyeahdindjarin

-> part 2

[guiltyasdave]

it’s that time of the week again 🫶🏻 and it’s rather heavy on series this time, so if you’re looking for a good long fic to dig into, you might find one here :)

as always, if you read any of these and enjoy them, please show the writers some love <3

for a list of all my recs ever, go here!

i'll sort the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be your cup of tea.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

aaaand a new one:

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

dave york

solum by @ezrasbirdie ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

the honey inside your hive by @ezrasbirdie ❤️‍🔥📖

rare by @ezrasbirdie 💘❤️‍🔥📖

work song by @eupheme 💘🤍📖

dave york & marcus pike

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

desires & complications by @ezrasbirdie 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

din djarin

i’d look for you by @undercoverpena 💘📖

javier peña

on call by @hellishjoel 💘❤️‍🔥📖

old habits die hard by @liltangerineart 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

joel miller

chrysalism by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

birds of a feather by @macfrog 📖

does anyone know where the love of god goes? by @shellshocklove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

i wanna be your lover by @shellshocklove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

curls by @tommysversion 💘❤️‍🔥📖

your summer dream by @swiftispunk 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

heartbeat by @joelsgreenflannel 🤍📖

the art of breaking by @corazondebeskar-reads ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

resting eyes by @frenchiereading 💘📖

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

max phillips

i cannot get you close enough by @leslie-lyman 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

in other news

i have nothing new of my own writing to share this week, but in case you missed it and want to join, there’s now a dave york brainrot discord server 🥰 click here for more info <3

[guiltyasdave]

it’s sunday, so it’s time again :) it’s very joel centered this week, because honestly, is anyone okay after that photo?

as always, if you read any of these and enjoy them, please show the writers some love <3

for a list of all my recs ever, go here!

i'll sort the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be your cup of tea.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

dave york

line of sight by @goodwithcheese ❤️‍🔥

starving season by @wannab-urs ❤️‍🔥🤍

respect by @morallyinept 💘❤️‍🔥

dieter bravo

seeded by @covetyou

din djarin

you’re the loss of my life by @beskarandblasters 🤍

frankie morales

backspin by @macfrog ❤️‍🔥

do me yourself by @undercoverpena 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

joel miller

watch your mouth by @gutsby ❤️‍🔥

have a good night by @punkshort 💘❤️‍🔥

freedom felt like summer by @thetriumphantpanda ❤️‍🔥

of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤

and i lost you by @lotusbxtch 🤍

feeling so high school when i look at you by @joelsgreenflannel 💘

rough on the surface by @proxima-writes ❤️‍🔥

take me by @aurorawritestoescape ❤️‍🔥🖤

meet me in the back by @atticrissfinch 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

lonely together by @gasolinerainbowpuddles ❤️‍🔥

for your safety by @endlessthxxghts ❤️‍🔥

it’s a scratch by @undercoverpena 🤍

hiding in a car with joel miller by @undercoverpena

midnight bedsheets by @undercoverpena 💘

soft & quiet by @jksprincess10 ❤️‍🔥

greys by @mrsmando 💘

smother by @beardedjoel 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤

as you’ve always been by @ezrasbirdie 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

my own writing

just close your eyes - joel miller x f!reader 💘🤍

[guiltyasdave]

masterlist

so... i had the (insane) idea to go through all of my fic recs and to put them into one gigantic list. i don't want to talk about how long this took me BUT here we are! this list is gonna work like an archive, and going forward i'll be doing weekly fic recs (also linked down below).

please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3

weekly fic recs

2024 faves part 1 & part 2

clint oneshots

comandante veracruz oneshots

dave york oneshots

dave york series

dieter bravo oneshots

dieter bravo series

din djarin oneshots

din djarin series

ezra oneshots

ezra series

frankie morales oneshots

frankie morales series

jack daniels oneshots

jack daniels series

javi gutierrez oneshots

javier peña oneshots

javier peña series

joel miller oneshots - part 1

joel miller oneshots - part 2

joel miller oneshots - part 3

joel miller series

lucien flores oneshots

marcus pike oneshots

marcus pike series

max phillips oneshots

max phillips series

oberyn martell oneshots

tim rockford oneshots

march fic recs part 1 & part 2

my 1500 kisses challenge masterlist

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

[guiltyasdave]

sunday means weekly rec roundup :) there’s quite a few pedro boys, and of course, the ever growing logan list lmao

find all my recs ever here and as always, please show the writers some love <3

dividers by @/enchanthings ✨

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/ warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

dave york

close shave by @mothandpidgeon 🤍📖

slow by @sizzlingcloudmentality 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

the dark dresses lightly by @kedsandtubesocks 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

javier peña

i’ll carry you by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

joel miller

landslide by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

be gentle with your soft body by @tinytinymenace 💘🤍📖

interlude by @wethairjoel 🤍🖤📖

chrysalism by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

seeing clearly by @ashleyfilm 💘🤍📚

if the wind turns by @itsokbbygrl 💘🤍📖

first impressions by @punkshort 💘❤️‍🔥📖

logan howlett/wolverine

intoxicating and intimate by @ozarkthedog ❤️‍🔥📖

suspension bridge effect by @d1stalker 💘📖

burning slow by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥📖

messy by @silverskyeline ❤️‍🔥📖

logan’s sense of smell by @ddejavvu ❤️‍🔥📖

right where you left me by @moonlight-prose 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

heavy metal lover! by @sceletaflores 💘❤️‍🔥📖

all’s fair in love and viscera… by @sceletaflores 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

wall sex by @sceletaflores ❤️‍🔥📖

rooftops by @superhoeva 💘🤍📖

logan howlett & wade wilson

the home sweet home series by @teamred 💘❤️‍🔥📚

[guiltyasdave]

weekly fic roundup, let’s go! 🫶🏻

the logan brainrot is still in full effect, but i managed to read quite a bit from my pedro boy tbr as well, so yay!

-> all my recs ever

as always, please show the writers some love!

dividers by @/enchanthings <3

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/ warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

dave york

hold still by @almostfoxglove ❤️‍🔥📖

neighborly affairs by @suzdin ❤️‍🔥📖

hitman by @punkshort 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

it’s all forgotten now by @moonlight-prose 🖤📖

javier peña

a litany of lethe by @kiwisbell 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

joel miller

older!boyfriend joel by @cavillscurls 💘❤️‍🔥📚

the older one by @frannyzooey 💘❤️‍🔥📖

monster by @lokischocolatefountain 💘📖

flinched by @punkshort 🤍📖 (for now!)

how do you sleep? by @thriftedtchotchkes 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

brat by @shellshocklove ❤️‍🔥📖

logan howlett/wolverine

sweetness of the damned by @moonlight-prose ❤️‍🔥📖

the grave of lust by @moonlight-prose 💘❤️‍🔥📖

heart made of glass by @moonlight-prose 💘🤍📖

slow by @moonlight-prose ❤️‍🔥📖

taste me on your tongue by @moonlight-prose ❤️‍🔥📖

right where you left me by @moonlight-prose 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

all of you, all of me by @d1stalker 💘🤍📖

a peaceful repose by @d1stalker 💘📖

knuckle velvet by @ohcaptains ❤️‍🔥📖

bloodthirsty by @proxima-writes ❤️‍🔥📖

sugar, sugar by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

look at me by @silverskyeline 💘❤️‍🔥📖

say you’ll remember me by @avocado-writing 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

cutman by @avocado-writing 💘❤️‍🔥📖

the place where the pages meet by @avocado-writing 💘❤️‍🔥📖

modern love by @imaginedisish 💘📖

not your man by @studioghibelli ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

[guiltyasdave]

cute cute cute CUTEEEEEEE i’m swooning 🥹

i love your christmas stories, shortie. like a hallmark movie, only way better haha <3

Sweater Weather

Thank you @canteenee4 for this prompt!

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: A famous popstar's Christmas Eve concert brings an unexpected love into your life.

Warnings: language, flirting, fluff, shitty exes - not much else!

WC: 4.1K

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

"Oh, thank god!" you exclaimed under your breath when you saw it. You didn't even care what size it was, Ellie was going to wear that damn sweater if it was the last thing she ever did. "Ellie! Over here!" you called out into the busy store as you hurried over to the table.

Of course the merchandise for the most popular singer in the world would be almost gone so close to the holidays, but compounded with the fact that tickets were going on sale in just a few hours for the only show she planned on having in Austin caused your chances for finding what Ellie wanted even slimmer. But when you spotted one singular sweater folded and all alone on a display table, the very same one Ellie had pointed out on the website where it was listed as sold out everywhere, you let yourself for just one moment imagine your parents were looking out for you somehow.

With a sigh of relief and the smallest flicker of Christmas spirit, you reached out to grab the sweater, but your smile slipped from your face when you were met with some unexpected resistance in the form of another person's fist curling around the fabric from the other side of the table.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, eyes darting up to glare at the person who dared try to steal your victory. But when you locked eyes with quite possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen, your throat went dry and your grip on the sweater loosened.

"Shit, uh," he stammered, realizing your predicament. You both still held onto the sweater, unsure what to do. You blinked and looked around the crowded store.

"Maybe we can ask a worker if there's any more?" you tried, knowing full well there was close to a zero percent chance of there being any more in the back. It was a miracle you had found the one you did. Your handsome stranger seemed to have the same thought.

"Doubt it. Me and my kid have been searchin' all over town for this... stuff," he replied, motioning towards the empty table with a stunning photograph of the pop star in the center. "What do you want for it? I promised her I'd get somethin' for Christmas."

"Well, I promised my little sister the same thing," you argued with one hand on your hip. "I'm gonna try to get tickets later for the show and she's insisting she needs something with this girl's face on it to wear-"

"Yeah, same here," he said with an exasperated huff. It seemed as though you were at an impasse: two guardians who wanted to give the perfect Christmas to their respective teens, no matter how silly or frivolous it seemed to the two of you.

"Sarah?"

"Ellie?"

You each turned your heads towards the familiar voices. Both girls all wrapped up in bulky winter coats and scarves looked at one another in delight as they approached the table, ignoring you both and the sweater still held firmly in your hands.

"What are you doing here?" the curly haired girl, apparently named Sarah, asked your younger sister.

"Christmas shopping, duh!" Ellie laughed while holding up an armful of bags. Her eyes flickered to yours, then to Sarah's father, and then the sweater. "Oh, no," she said softly. Then Sarah glanced down and mirrored the same look as Ellie.

"How do you know each other?" you asked Ellie, hoping to deflect and buy some time.

"We go to school together. Sarah's a year older but we're in the same science class," she explained.

"Is this the last one?" Sarah asked her dad. Your eyes met again, neither of you wanting to let down your girls but still not sure what to do.

"Yeah, babygirl, but this nice lady had it first," he said, finally letting go of the fabric. You swallowed thickly, surprised by the kindness he showed you. It wasn't even true. If anything, you had both grabbed it at the exact same time.

You watched Sarah try to hide her disappointment and finally a lightbulb went off when you came up with a great idea.

"Hey," you said before they could walk away. The man turned to you with the softest pair of brown eyes you'd ever seen and your heart skipped a beat. "What if we all went to the concert together? The girls can share the sweater or something-"

"Yes!" both teens exclaimed while jumping on the balls of their feet. A slow smile stretched across the man's face before shrugging and extending his hand.

"Guess that's the plan. Name's Joel," he said. You told him your name and slipped your hand into his, both of you jumping when the static charge shocked you. Each of you laughed softly when you pulled away and the girls exchanged mischievous looks behind your backs.

"Well, alright, first thing's first - let's buy this damn thing before another person tries to take it and then maybe we can get something to eat in the food court. It's just a few hours til the tickets go on sale, we can make sure to get the seats together," you said, protectively bunching up the sweater under your arm.

After one quick disagreement over who should pay for the sweater (Joel won and you promised to buy him a beer at the concert to repay him), you found yourselves in the food court finishing up Panda Express and Cinnabon while you listened to the girls talk excitedly about the concert and which songs they'd hoped to hear.

"Can we go to the arcade?" Ellie asked once she got rid of your trash. You pretended to be annoyed but couldn't stop yourself from grinning when you handed over some money.

"Sure, just bleed us dry," Joel joked when handing over some cash to Sarah. She kissed him on the cheek before tossing a thanks, dad! over her shoulder and disappeared with Ellie into the arcade shoved in the corner of the food court.

You pressed your lips together and looked around, suddenly feeling a little nervous now that you were alone. For the past hour you had tried your best not to get caught giving googly eyes to the man sitting across from you, but it was hard when he was so painfully attractive.

"So, uh," you said, clearing your throat and pulling out your phone. "How many seats are we looking to get together? Just the four or is Sarah's mom going to be joining us?"

You knew he would be able to see right through you so you kept your eyes locked on your phone screen. The tickets weren't even on sale yet but you still pretended to scroll the website while you waited for his answer.

"Nah, just us. Her mom ain't in the picture anymore," he replied. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling when he shifted in his seat and asked, "Uh, what 'bout you guys? You wanna bring a boyfriend or somethin'?"

"No, no boyfriend," you told him quietly, eyes shyly flickering up to his once before chickening out and looking back down at your phone. Joel smirked and leaned forward on his elbows.

"I ain't got anyone, either. Case you were wonderin'."

You nodded and pursed your lips while your heart did cartwheels in your chest.

"Good. That's good. You know, it's easier to get four seats together."

"Yeah, 'course," Joel replied. He watched you closely, catching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and bit your lip. You heard Ellie's familiar laugh somewhere within the depths of the arcade and you smiled.

"Sounds like they're having fun," you said before forcing yourself to look him in the eye. It was then you noticed the first hints of grey in his beard dusting the corners of his jaw. He probably wasn't much older than forty and damn, did he wear it well.

"You're a good sister for doin' all this," he told you warmly. You sighed and began to rip up an unused napkin left on the table.

"I try to make the holidays extra fun for her ever since our parents passed away."

Joel's face softened and his eyebrows knit together.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he all but whispered. You saw his fingers flinch like he wanted to reach out across the table for your hand, but he kept them linked together. "When'd it happen?"

"Ellie was eight so, six years ago," you told him. "Car accident. Luckily they had me when they were young so I was already twenty-two when it happened. I had no idea what to do for the longest time but somehow we made it work. She's been so incredible. She's tough and strong and smart..." you trailed off and gave Joel a little smile. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"Nah, don't worry 'bout it. I can relate. I mean, sort of. Sarah's mom took off when she was only a year old," Joel began. Your fingers paused their destruction on the napkin to listen. "I had no idea what to do, either. I had just started my construction business and for months I thought I'd have to sell it, but we just focused on gettin' through one day at a time. I had help from my brother and our parents but goddamn, there were days I was afraid I would fall asleep sawin' two by fours," he said with a chuckle.

"Crazy the things we're capable of when we're put to the test," you told him quietly. He nodded solemnly, scanning your face for a moment and you could have sworn his eyes lingered on your lips. The tips of his ears went a little pink when he tore his eyes away and you hid a smile behind your hand.

"So... you sure you wanna spend Christmas Eve at a concert with a stranger and his kid?" he teased, dragging his gaze back to you. He grinned when you leaned back and laughed.

"Yeah, why not? You're not gonna murder me, are you?"

"Nah, if I was gonna do that, I woulda done it back at the store," he joked, making you laugh even louder.

You were about to say something snarky in response when an alert went off on your phone and you gasped.

"Shit! The tickets! We have, like, two minutes before they go on sale!"

Joel scooted his chair closer so he could peer over your shoulder while you feverishly refreshed the page on your phone. It was a miracle you were able to think straight and snag four tickets together in a pretty decent section when all you could smell was his heavenly cologne insanely close to you.

"Okay, we did it!" you exclaimed when you got the confirmation email, then smiled when you got a Venmo notification with Joel's picture as the icon for his half of the tickets.

"Cute picture. Looks like you had a little too much fun that night," you giggled when you zoomed in on his heavy lidded eyes and the drink in his hand.

"Alright, alright, that was taken a long time ago," Joel chuckled while covering your phone with his palm. You swore you saw his cheeks starting to tint and it just made him even more adorable.

"Hey, so, uh... what's your number? You know, so I can send you the tickets," you tried to say casually, but he arched an eyebrow and leaned in so one arm rested on the table and the other on the back of your chair.

"If you just wanted my number, darlin', you coulda asked. Don't gotta pretend it's 'bout the tickets," he said with a smirk.

Your jaw dropped and you felt your face grow warm, making him laugh and lean in a little closer.

"Oh, you wish," you shot back when you got your bearings.

"Yeah, I do, actually," he replied smoothly. His laughter died down but his smile remained. "No pressure or nothin'," he added when you didn't answer right away.

"Oh! Um, well, ye-"

Ellie and Sarah interrupted your terrible attempt at flirting when they came racing up to you from across the food court, seemingly unphased by how close you and Joel were sitting.

"Did you get the tickets?" Ellie asked breathlessly when they made it to your table. Ah, no wonder they didn't seem to care.

"'Course we did. We're makin' Christmas dreams come true over here while you two are off wastin' our money in those damn machines," Joel said while gesturing towards the arcade.

"We?" you repeated while holding up your phone. Joel glanced at you with a twinkle in his eye and shrugged. But the girls didn't hear you because they were jumping around excitedly and babbling to one another about the concert. While they were distracted, Joel pulled out a pen from his shirt pocket along with a business card and flipped it over to jot down something on the back.

"Here," he said, handing you the card and standing up. You looked down at it briefly, Joel Miller, Miller Construction with a business number and fax with a little black and white house next to it. You flipped it over and your heart skipped a beat when you saw he had scrawled his cell phone number on the back.

"For the tickets or... anythin' else," he told you with a wink that made your knees weak.

"Okay," was all you could muster as you watched him and Sarah walk away. It took Ellie poking you in the ribs for you to snap out of it.

"Ouch!"

"You got the hots for Sarah's dad," she teased in a sing-song voice.

"I do not!" you argued. Ellie stood and began to walk in the opposite direction, back towards the part of the mall where you parked your car.

"So you won't mind if I ask Sarah what her dad thinks of you?" she called back over her shoulder with a smirk. You gasped and jumped up to chase after her.

"Don't you dare!"

Then you took a moment to think it over before adding, "Just don't let him think I was asking."

Ellie threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, boy, you got it bad."

Christmas Eve

You weren't sure why you were so nervous, but you were. The entire ride to the stadium had you fidgeting anxiously in your seat, every mile closer making your heart beat faster and faster.

It would be the first time seeing him since the mall, but it certainly wasn't the last time you spoke.

After about three days of trying to stay strong, you caved and texted Joel.

Saw a Miller Construction truck on the highway today but sadly, it wasn't you

To your delight, it only took him a few minutes to reply.

You need some work done, darlin? Cuz I can stop over any time ;)

You giggled to yourself, happy you didn't even need to tell him who you were. You were partly relieved that he wasn't talking to several women at once, and partly pleased that you made a big enough impression to be memorable.

After that, you somehow found yourself texting him almost every single evening. Like clockwork, Ellie would take a shower and do her homework in her room with music pumping from her speakers while you snuck away to your bedroom to text Joel. It started out simple. Questions like, How was your day? Did you get caught in that nasty storm? Are you going to the science fair? And eventually it morphed into more personal questions.

Joel: how do you take your coffee in the morning?

You: excuse me?

Joel: what? don't drink coffee?

You: why do you want to know? what popped into your head that made you ask that question?

Joel: I think I struck a nerve. Let me try another one - how do you like your eggs?

You: OMG

One night you both happened to be watching the same movie. You found it kind of endearing you were two of the few people left who still watched cable television, and you told him so when he got sick of texting you back and forth about the movie and opted to call you, instead.

At first, your nerves spiked when you saw him calling your phone, but you quickly shrugged it off and answered before you changed your mind. And you were glad you did. Talking to Joel was easy. You could sit in a comfortable silence and watch the movie with your phone pressed against your ear without feeling the least bit uneasy. Most of the time, your conversations were casual, but typically towards the end of the night they got a little flirty.

"Anyone ever do that for you?" he asked through the phone.

"What? Ask me to marry them?" you replied as you watched the two main characters on the television jump around happily with a sparkling ring on the girl's finger.

"Yeah."

You shook your head. "Nope. Been a little busy the past few years, haven't had time for much of a love life," you admitted, then cleared your throat, praying you didn't sound too pathetic. "What about you?"

"Nope. Never."

"Not even Sarah's mom?"

Joel scoffed. "Thought 'bout it once or twice but glad I didn't. Would've made shit a whole lot worse, lemme tell you."

You hummed sadly, not wanting to pry too much but also intensely curious. But right as you were about to change the subject, he spoke again.

"I think she hated bein' a mom," he suddenly said. You went quiet, eyebrows raised in surprise at his cold tone. "Blamed me for everythin' towards the end. Said it was my fault we even had a kid in the first place. Who the hell checks expiration dates on condoms? It was in my goddamn wallet for Christ knows how long and in the heat of the moment she expects me to turn on the light and look at the date?"

You could hear his hand dragging roughly through his beard when he sighed.

"Sorry. Anyway. She took off. Tried to stay in contact with Sarah but the second she found another guy she lost interest. Is what it is, I suppose," he said tiredly. Then he clicked his tongue and you heard his sheets shuffle. "What 'bout you? When was your last boyfriend?"

"Sarah's mom was your last relationship?" you asked, mentally doing the math. Joel chuckled.

"Last serious one. Had a few dates with a few women here 'n there, nothin' lasted more than a month. Now don't change the topic, tell me 'bout you."

"Uh, well, last year I guess. I was dating a guy named Tim. We were together... nine months? Give or take?" Your nose scrunched up as you tried to remember, surprised at how much time had passed.

"And what happened to the honorable Tim?" he asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.

"What always happens," you said, "People grow apart. People get busy and don't have the time to give." You lowered your voice to a grumble when you said, "Some people have to grow up fast and take care of their sister and can't look after a grown ass man at the same time."

Joel whistled on the other end of the phone and you felt the corner of your mouth twitch.

"He was lookin' for a mama, not a partner," Joel stated plainly. You nodded.

"Yeah. That's a good way to put it."

"Well, his loss is my gain."

You laughed, completely ignoring the movie by that point.

"Did I miss the part where we're dating?"

"We ain't?" he asked. "We talk every damn day. Tell each other everythin'. We just haven't made it official yet."

"And what would make it official, exactly?" you pressed with your heart hammering in your chest.

"First date, of course," Joel said, "Christmas Eve. It'll be our first date and we'll make it official."

You laughed nervously, cheeks on fire from how forward he was being.

"Well... okay."

That was four nights ago. Now you had parked your car and you were following Ellie towards the stadium along with thousands of other fans buzzing with excitement in every direction, completely unaware your excitement was for an entirely different reason.

"C'mon, this way! They said they'd meet us by gate seven," Ellie said, grabbing your hand to make you move faster. She was clad in the sweater her and Sarah promised to share: Ellie got it the first act of the concert, Sarah the second act. A week ago they had stayed after school to decorate tshirts to wear anyway, and it had you wondering why they even cared about the sweater anymore when they had so much fun making the shirts together, but you decided not to point it out and just be grateful the stupid sweater brought you and Joel together.

You spotted him before Ellie even pointed them out. The stadium was decorated with Christmas trees and the television screens mounted in every direction flashed pictures of the famous popstar wearing a Santa hat or other holiday garb, but you still saw him through all the noise. He was one of the few men in a sea of women, to start. But he was tall and broad and exactly as you remembered him: loose, dark curls that sat perfectly on top of his head, a slight dusting of grey at the corner of his jaw, and gorgeous dark eyes that you could drown in. When he turned his head and spotted you, your heart rate spiked and you raised one shaky hand in their direction.

The girls were oblivious practically the entire night. They were on cloud nine, screaming this is the best Christmas ever! and dancing to every single song while you and Joel watched them have the time of their lives.

It was impossible to talk. It was too loud and everything you wanted to say was too important to be yelled into his ear around eighty thousand people. So you stood next to him, hips swaying to the music, lips mouthing the words to the songs you recognized from the radio, and smiling as the girls screamed when they heard the first chord of the next song.

When the music quieted down to a ballad, the stadium grew more still and people brought out their phones with the flashlights on. It was kind of beautiful, you thought, to see so many tiny little lights moving in sync around the crowded arena. It felt like you were a part of something bigger and you finally understood why Ellie and Sarah were so excited to see the concert live.

"Pretty damn good first date," Joel said in your ear now that it was quiet enough to hear him. You grinned and tilted your chin up to look at him.

"Better than mini golf."

"Better than a movie."

"Better than bowling."

"Now, hey, wait," Joel said, making you laugh. He smirked. "I happen to like bowling."

"We can go bowling on our second date, then," you told him when your hand nervously found his at your side. Your fingers laced together and he drew you half a step closer.

"Deal," he replied, eyes flicking down to your mouth briefly before leaning down and pressing his lips tenderly against yours. You shouldn't have been surprised, but you were. However, you recovered quickly and immediately retuned the kiss while looping your other arm around the back of his neck. You could feel him smile as his lips continued to massage yours, temporarily forgetting where you were until you heard -

"Ew!" Sarah giggled somewhere behind you.

"Gross! Come on!" Ellie added, but you knew her well enough to know she was smiling. When you broke away and turned around, you confirmed your suspicion was correct. Both girls were staring at you with huge smiles plastered across their faces.

"Sorry," you told them, grateful for the dim lighting so they couldn't see how embarrassed you were. Joel's arm snaked around your waist from behind and tugged you close.

"Well, I ain't," he said firmly. "You two enjoy the concert and mind your own business."

Both girls dissolved into a fit of giggles and began whispering amongst themselves when Joel spun you back around. He cupped your face and dragged his thumb across your cheek with a smile.

"So, it's official?" he asked you. You grinned and nodded.

"Yeah. It's official."

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[guiltyasdave]

…maybe i’ll just move the weekly roundup to monday, since i’m somehow never able to do them on sundays? i feel like we need the escapism more on mondays anyway.

i'm still very much consumed by the logan brainrot. if that bothers you, i... can't help you.

as always, please show the writers some love 🫶🏻

-> all my recs ever

dividers by @/enchanthings <3

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/ warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

dave york

take the heat away, make the girl stay by @noceurous 💘❤️‍🔥📖

isn’t she a doll? by @proxima-writes ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

i’ll protect you by @wardenparker 🤍📖

melt by @sizzlingcloudmentality 💘❤️‍🔥📖

dieter bravo

consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

frankie morales

on call by @luxurychristmaspudding 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

javier peña

girldad!javier by @javierpena-inatacvest 📖

weave by @5oh5 ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

an end to drought by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥📖

joel miller

girldad!joel by @whocaresstillthelouvre 📖

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

bonus non-pedro boy #1 billy butcher (the boys)

fucking diabolical by @macfrog ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

& old man of the hour <3 logan howlett/wolverine

keep quiet by @sinsofsummers ❤️‍🔥📖

petrichor by @missredherring 💘📖

fridays by @superhoeva ❤️‍🔥📖

on his six by @superhoeva 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

morning ride by @wannab-urs 💘❤️‍🔥📖

make it hurt by @wannab-urs ❤️‍🔥📖

room for rent by @proxima-writes 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

nasty dog by @not-neverland06 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

secondhand smoke by @ovaryacted 💘❤️‍🔥📖

guard dog by @ovaryacted 💘❤️‍🔥📖

any other way by @teamred 💘❤️‍🔥📚

poker face by @imaginedisish 💘❤️‍🔥📖

come on and show me by @eupheme (featuring wade wilson) 💘❤️‍🔥📚

my own writing

help me hold onto you — logan howlett x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

[guiltyasdave]

happy sunday, happy december 1st and happy weekly fic rec time 🫶🏻

you know the drill, if you read any of these fics (or any fic really) and end up liking it, please please let the writer know!

all my recs ever can be found here & dividers are by @/enchanthings <3

the recs are organized by character and the added emojis indicate the contents a little. still, please play attention to the tags/warnings provided by the writers and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

din djarin

well it’s love, make it hurt by @corazondebeskar-reads 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

shadows by @burntheedges 💘❤️‍🔥📖

frankie morales

brand new baby girl by @tieronecrush 💘❤️‍🔥📖

jack daniels

two fingers of whiskey by @morallyinept 💘❤️‍🔥📖

joel miller

the bright green string of fate by @iknowisoundcrazy 💘🤍📖

purr by @joelstummy ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

see you at three by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

feelings are a lot of work by @iamasaddie ❤️‍🔥📖

maybe, maybe by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

hungry, lonely, violent by @dontloooknow 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

joel miller & tommy miller

double shot by @thesimulationswarm ❤️‍🔥📚

[guiltyasdave]

hello and happy (🥴) monday, welcome to a late edition of weekly fic recs, from my still severely fever-addled brain 🫠 (for real though, i’m dying out here, please send some healing vibes or something. i’m unfortunately also bored out of my mind, so i’m putting this together anyway. if i mess up something on here, bear with me pls)

i fully succumbed to the logan brainrot this week (I’M JUST A GIRL!), so this is like 50% pedro boys and 50% logan lol. as always, please show the writers some love <3

-> all my recs ever

dividers by @/enchanthings <3

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/ warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

dave york

you’re so dark by @wannab-urs ❤️‍🔥📖

dieter bravo

starlet by @whocaresstillthelouvre 💘❤️‍🔥📖

consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

any other week by @covetyou 💘📖

frankie morales, jack daniels & pero tovar

euclidean geometry by @leslie-lyman 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

javier peña

i’ll carry you by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

scathed by @dancingtotuyo 💘🤍🖤📚

joel miller

older!boyfriend joel miller by @cavillscurls 💘❤️‍🔥📚

fill me up by @aurorawritestoescape 💘❤️‍🔥📖

easy like sunday morning by @sugarcoated-lame 💘❤️‍🔥📖

joel miller & logan howlett

play nice by @kiwisbell ❤️‍🔥📖

and bonus: logan howlett/wolverine

handlebars by @wannab-urs 💘❤️‍🔥📖

tooth and nail by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥📖

sugar, sugar by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

trouble will find me by @eupheme 💘❤️‍🔥📖

fisting with wolverine by @missredherring 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

be my baby by @cavillscurls 💘❤️‍🔥📖

all day long by @ozarkthedog ❤️‍🔥📖

mine by @javier-pena 💘❤️‍🔥📖

my own writing

gold rush — oberyn martell x f!reader x dave york 💘❤️‍🔥📚

[guiltyasdave]

happy sunday and also happy pride! 🫶🏻

this week’s rec list has a lot of fics that were written for @iamasaddie’s kinky writing challenge, which is already the gift that keeps on giving haha <3

as always, if you read any of these please give the writers some love by reblogging or commenting!

for a list of all my recs ever, go here :)

i'll organize the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📖= oneshot • 📚= series

clint

good by @burntheedges (❤️‍🔥)🤍📖

dave york

this godforsaken mess by @agentmarcuspike ❤️‍🔥📖

to die for by @toomanystoriessolittletime 🤍📖 (featuring john wick) (in other words, sedate me)

thirsty by @pedrosarmsling ❤️‍🔥📖

mindfuck by @whatsnewalycat ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

ezra

more by @ezrasbirdie ❤️‍🔥📖

tongue tied by @chaotic-mystery ❤️‍🔥📖

frankie morales

on call by @luxurychristmaspudding 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

heat lightning by @chronically-ghosted 🤍📖

do me yourself by @undercoverpena 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

spell out miss you against my skin by @undercoverpena ❤️‍🔥📖

catch and release by @nothoughtsjustmeds 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

jack daniels

in our ivory tower by @freelancearsonist ❤️‍🔥📖

private eyes by @syd-djarin ❤️‍🔥📖

javi gutierrez

rebirth by @perotovar 💘📖

javier peña

meet me in the city where we won’t sleep by @undercoverpena 💘🤍📖

three’s a crowd by @amanitacowboy ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

joel miller

hands on your knees by @northernbluess 💘❤️‍🔥📖

like a wildfire by @northernbluess 💘❤️‍🔥📚

born of confusion and quiet collusion by @atticrissfinch ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

when his eyes open by @undercoverpena 💘🤍📖

dress up joel by @covetyou 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

papi chulo by @yxtkiwiyxt 💘❤️‍🔥📖

nicest thing by @schnarfer 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

just one by @endlessthxxghts ❤️‍🔥📖

swallow by @aurorawritestoescape ❤️‍🔥📖

handsy by @ovaryacted ❤️‍🔥📖

homecoming by @ovaryacted 💘📖

little girl with a big mouth by @missredherring ❤️‍🔥📖

oh, summer nights by @ozarkthedog ❤️‍🔥📖

lucien flores

trust is binding by @pedgito ❤️‍🔥📖

dripping red by @frenchiereading ❤️‍🔥📖

marcus pike

fevered flames by @joelalorian 💘❤️‍🔥📖

max phillips

addicted by @aurorawritestoescape ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

mr. ben

summertime sadness by @katiexpunk ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

pero tovar

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @hellfire-state-of-mind ❤️‍🔥📖

ted garcia

voice kink by @djarinmuse ❤️‍🔥📖

tess servopoulos

exit music by @hier--soir 🤍📖

tim rockford

the detective by @milla-frenchy ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

my own writing

nothing lasts forever - dbf!dave york x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

strawberry sugar - modern!oberyn martell x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥📖

in other news — i hit 1.5k followers today and i can’t express how grateful i am for each and every one of you! 🫶🏻 i’m thinking about maybe doing a writing challenge as a celebration, please let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in or if there’s something else that you’d like to see!

much love 🫶🏻

[guiltyasdave]

i usually do my weekly fic recs on sunday, but i’ll be pretty busy tomorrow, so i’m just doing them now :) and i looooved what i read this week, so please check these out!

especially right now, when being a fanfic writer isn't the most enjoyable experience tbh, please try spreading kindness and show your writers some love <3

a list of all my recs ever can be found here!

dividers by @/enchanthings ✨

i'm organizing the fics by character and adding emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/ warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

📚= oneshot • 📖= series

dave york

volatile by @javier-pena ❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

reckless by @whataperfectwasteoftime 💘❤️‍🔥📖

pitch black by @whataperfectwasteoftime 💖❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

tainted heart by @sizzlingcloudmentality ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

sight universe by @goodwithcheese 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

whisked away by @joelalorian 💘📖

dave york & tim rockford

pack your heart, you might need it by @sin-djarin 💖❤️‍🔥🤍📚

dieter bravo

dieter’s doggy style by @schnarfer 💘📖

dieter bravo & joel miller

stretch by @sp00kymulderr ❤️‍🔥📖

din djarin

hatch by @secretelephanttattoo 💘🤍📖

fifteen minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre 💘❤️‍🔥📖

frankie morales

europa by @the-mandawhor1an 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📖

javier peña

midnight rainstorms by @thundermartini 💘🤍📖

i’ll carry you by @almostfoxglove 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

joel miller

the checklist by @thetriumphantpanda 💖❤️‍🔥📚

smother by @beardedjoel 💖❤️‍🔥🤍🖤📚

ain’t that a bite by @almostfoxglove 💘📖

unbound by @sp00kymulderr ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

pretty baby by @mrsmando ❤️‍🔥🤍📖

on every street by @thundermartini 🤍📖

rotten by @alltheirdamn ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

lost cause by @joelalorian 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📖

pillow by @iamasaddie 💘📖

life and loss by @wildemaven 💘🤍📖

a fake soccer date by @toomanystoriessolittletime 💘❤️‍🔥📖

until then by @studioghibelli 🤍📖

lucien flores

trying something new by @missredherring 💘❤️‍🔥📖

marcus acacius

circumstance by @javier-pena ❤️‍🔥🖤📖

my own writing

wildest dreams — dave york x f!reader (now a finished series!!! 🥹) 💘❤️‍🔥🤍📚

dancing phantoms on the terrace — oberyn martell x f!reader 🤍📖