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[wordywarriorwrites]

Calendar Girl: December (Again)

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

“Merry Christmas to all,” Joel murmured to his nephew. “And to all, a good night.”

The toddler, who’d been nodding off for the last three pages, broke the comfortable silence by farting so loudly that he startled himself out of his own stupor and began to cry.

“Just like this father,” Maria joked.

Tommy chuckled and held out his hands, “Pass the stinker over.”

Officially relieved of baby duty, Joel handed him off just in time to see you, Ellie, and Charlotte exit the kitchen. Everyone chatted in low tones, mindful to keep things calm in consideration of the young boy who was still fighting sleep (even after a missed nap and being read The Night Before Christmas at least once by everyone in attendance). After Tommy changed and redressed his son, he held the fussy kiddo to his chest and swayed where he stood.

“Should we get going?” he asked. “Before he turns into a monster?”

Maria nodded and patted her husband’s arm, her smile soft as she gathered their belongings. After they bundled up and said their farewells, the trio headed out into the night cold, where fat snowflakes whirled and spiraled to join the blanket that already covered the ground. Joel stood watch on the porch, eyes on their retreating forms, and a few moments later, you, Ellie, and Charlotte joined him.

“We’re headed out, too,” Ellie said as she zipped up her coat.

Joel put his hands on his hips, “Alright, remind me of the plan again?”

“Party at the hall,” Charlotte piped up as she tugged on her mittens. “Then, back to my parents.”

Ellie tugged on her hat, “I’ll be staying over.”

“They’ll be back in the morning for breakfast,” you added. “And we’ll all go together to the town’s Christmas dinner tomorrow night.”

A gust of wind blew through the trees, and on the heels of it, Joel received another unexpected Christmas gift from Ellie. The first had been a set of delicately crafted wooden guitar picks; the second came in the form of a hug. Not an abrupt squeeze, but a genuine embrace, and on instinct, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

“Have fun, baby girl,” he managed to say around the lump in his throat.

“I’ll try,” she deadpanned.

Mitten hands joined. A chorus of be safe and see you tomorrow. Then, Charlotte and Ellie teetered together down the slippery porch steps, snow crunching beneath their boots as they carefully made their way along. This time, you stood by his side as he kept an eye on the girls, your arms wrapped around his waist and head tucked against his shoulder.

“Not a bad way to spend our anniversary,” you remarked quietly.

Joel nodded and squeezed your hip, “Not bad at all.”

Toddler-sized snow angels, now buried beneath fresh snowfall. A large snowman just a few feet away – built by Tommy and Maria. The tree inside – situated in the corner, decorated by Charlotte and Ellie, with the paper rings and ornaments that you’d painstakingly made yourself. Cards from friends and coworkers lined up on the mantlepiece of the fireplace that warmed the house and prompted steam to join up with frost on the windows.

Back inside the house, you went to the kitchen, and Joel turned his attention to reviving the fire. You returned with two servings of whisky and settled into what had become your place on the couch. Once the flames had been sufficiently stoked, he joined you, snuggled close with an arm around your shoulder and a blanket draped over both your laps.

Drinks sipped. Time alone savored. Conversation about mundane things, like dishes and laundry and leftovers. Ellie and Charlotte and how inseparable they’d become. Work and New Years. How big the baby had gotten. Joel needed a new pair of jeans. Maybe some boots, too. You were out of the bath soap you liked. Would there be enough bread and eggs for everyone tomorrow?

“Tired?” Joel murmured.

“No,” you replied.

“Want to go to bed anyway?”

“With you? Always.”

Glasses set aside, the two of you headed upstairs, the nightly routine somewhat altered by a shared shower that left you smelling like him from earlobes to toes. Veins buzzing with booze and desire, Joel trailed your towel-clad form into the bedroom. His eyes hungrily followed the trail of water droplets that cascaded down the nape of your neck, and he’d just set about chasing them with the tip of his tongue when he spotted a sprig of mistletoe on his pillow.

“Where’d you find this?” he asked as he carefully retrieved it.

You simply shrugged, as if it was a mystery, perhaps even a Christmas miracle. All glittery eyes and smiling bright, you plucked the mistletoe from his hand and held it above your head.

“Guess you better kiss me, Joel Miller.”

“Be bad luck if I didn’t.”

You jutted your chin, “Yes, it would.”

Mouth offered up, lips and tongue eager to meet. Warm, naked skin on soft, clean sheets, smoothed out over a bed that had somehow become more comfortable now that it was yours and his together. Your nimble fingers tangled in his still damp hair – kept longer now at your insistence. The taste of you in his mouth – drawn in, soft and slow, until your hitched breaths gave way to soft cries.

The consonants and vowels of his name gasped, stretched, elongated, in the wake of your orgasm. One that he prolongs, driven by his own, base need to ensure your satisfaction, to hear and see you come apart for him again, to bask in the light of your pleasure. When you call out to him, beckon him, he answers without hesitation.

“Been thinking about this all day,” you exhaled.

Joel smirked and nuzzled his nose against yours, “Sorry to have kept you waitin’.”

“No, you’re not,” you giggled as you nipped at his chin. “You knew what you were doing this morning. Teasing me like that.”

“M’sorry, sweetheart,” he rumbled playfully.

Your lower lip, stuck out in a mock-pout, urges him on. As soon as he kisses you, you draw him into your arms, and secure your knees against his ribs. Mouths fused, ankles pressed into his lower back, you take him into you – hips tilted up with unbridled want that will no longer be delayed or denied. Fingertips dug into the plush flesh of your thighs, canines sunk into his lower lip, Joel tries to anchor himself, but it’s damn near impossible.

Eyes focused on your fluttering lashes and parted lips. Bodies pressed tight together. Joel sets a careful pace; a slow surge-and-retreat that he’s come to learn works best. It makes him last longer, and the effort it takes to get you off is worth it – especially because it leaves you a trembling, satiated, resplendent mess afterward. His back and his knees have never thanked him for it, but when he’s deep inside you like this, when he can feel you coming, when you make it so easy, every day, to fall in love with you even more…

“Needed this,” you exhaled, breath hitched and thighs trembling, teeth sunk into his shoulder as you squeezed, squeezed, squeezed all around him. “Needed you.”

A statement of fact – not a confession. Because there are no secrets between the two of you, not any longer. And you don’t have to say it, but you do anyway, because you know Joel never tires of hearing it. That confirmation of your desire, your wish to have him near, to be with him, to share your time and life with him – he reciprocates, feels the same, expressing it often – more with action than words, but still.

Cock burrowed deep and thrusts steady no longer because you’ve come around him, and it’s impossible not to follow you down – hips flushed tight against the cradle of you, groan released against the hallow of your throat, nonsensical things, soft, tender things, all mumbled against the shell of your ear, the hairs along your brow, the slope of your nose…

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Joel whispered.

You cupped his cheek and smiled up at him, “Merry Christmas, Joel.”

Fin.

[punemy-spotted]

Ooo, please?? ✒️🥰

ps: not to be weird, but I love pens. lol

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

Howdy, howdy! 27 seconds, please!

omg bringing this back for a second because this got buried in my inbox shhhhhhh

okay so 27 Seconds is an angsty Marcus Pike thing i did, also for Kel's Taylor Swift writing challenge way back in the day.

this one is kinda layered. it's inspired by her song Last Kiss, which features a 27-second-long instrumental intro because the guy she talks about in the song broke up with her in a 27-second phone call.

i had a lot of fun referencing specific lyrics ("the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58" / "the words that you whispered for just us to know" / "so i'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes" / "so i'll watch your life in pictures" / "your name forever the name on my lips") especially because as much as i adore Marcus, it's just so easy to torture him 😅

fic titles ask game

[freelancearsonist]

oh god it took me a month just to decide who my most beloved is sjdlkjsflksddflksd

sorry for the late response BUT i believe javi p LOVES a good ice cream especially on a hot summer day. i think he goes for something a little more ✨ fancy ✨ like coffee (it fits him tbh)

thank you so much for the question!!

[burntheedges]

Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 12/27 | Fic count: 56!

Dave York

Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU

Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in

Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk | 7k | Dieter x f!actress!reader Trope: fake dating

Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Dieter Bravo

Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel

Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord

Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed

Din Djarin

Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip

Dio Morrissey

Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Ezra (Prospect)

To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop

Frankie Morales

a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic

Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in

Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!

Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining

GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes

I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU

I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship

To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

Jack Daniels

i'd give anything for more time by @penvisions | 2k | Jack x f!reader trope: time loop

If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates

Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating

Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers

Javi Gutierrez

Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates

To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

Javier Peña

3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | there’s a part 2 and 3!

GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed

Joel Miller

Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader

drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip

For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia

Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates

If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary

It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel

Marcus Moreno

Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Marcus Pike

Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!

Max Phillips

A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining

Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Nathan Landry

consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Oberyn Martell

sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship

The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary

Pero Tovar

Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia

nothing is sure by @tinytinymenace | 2.5k | Pero x OFC Trope: didn't know they were dating

Tim Rockford

|Bump in the Night| by @dc418writes | Tim x black!reader Trope: friends to lovers

Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

🌞📖 Summer readin' 💕🕶️

It's been a loooong time since I've indulged in reading fic. Time is always the biggest issue, but if I'm being really really honest, I have a bit of a complex when it comes to reading. I never feel like I read enough, or I don't read widely enough, and the guilt got to a point where it's been been easier to not read anything at all.

I'm trying to reconnect with the joy of reading, so I picked a selection ok more like a smorgasbord of writers that I've always wanted to read but haven't yet (or in a couple of cases, to read more of). I had the best time delving into these amazing fics, and I will queue up my reblogs over the course of the week, in no particular order ❤️ I hope y'all get to read these gems too, and don't forget to reblog if you do 🥰

@guiltyasdave - Delicate | Modern!Oberyn Martell

@frenchiereading - Resting Eyes | Joel Miller

@schnarfer - The Cowboy & the Thief | Jack Daniels

@morallyinept - Till Death | Marcus Acacius

@trulybetty - Sequins | Joel Miller

@artsy-girl-76 - Date Night - An Evening at the Arcade | Frankie Morales

@perotovar - ásjá - A Winter Solstice Story | Pero Tovar

@sixhours - Looking for the Light | Joel Miller

@burntheedges - Good | Clint

@aurorawritestoescape - Hot For You | Joel Miller

@thosewickedlovelies - Press Play | Tim Rockford

@sawymredfox - Moonlight Flight | Pero Tovar

@wordywarriorwrites - Feels Like Home | Javier Peña

@ghotifishreads - A fake date with Joel Miller | Joel Miller

@missredherring - Dieter does Dorne | Dieter Bravo

@thelightsandtheroses - Everywhere, Everything | Joel Miller bouncer!AU

@604to647 - Hold On | Tim Rockford

@pascalispretty - Each Man's Mad Desire | Marcus Acacius

[wordywarriorwrites]

@sillyrabbit81 Thank you for hosting and mentioning me!

Milestone Celebration 2023

Masterlist of fics for the celebration by me and other amazing writers who contributed. Thank you so much to all the writers who participated.

Original post with the prompt game can be found here.

A Waiting Place: Slow & Romantic / Mirror Sex, by @deandoesthingstome

Say It: Embarrassed & Shy/ Dirty Talk, by @sillyrabbit81

Tongue-Tied: Playful & Happy/ Tied up // Smug & Sadistic/ Dirty talk, by @raccoon-eyed-rebel

Mystery: Sleepy & Lazy/ Bath or Shower Sex, by @wordywarriorwrites

Exposed: Possessive & Rough/ Face Fucking, by @fvckinghenrycavill

[wordywarriorwrites]

Calendar Girl - Masterlist

Title: Calendar Girl | A03 | Rating: E

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months.

Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of r*ape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

01: December

02: January

03: February

04: March

05: April

06: May

07: June

08: June - Part 2

09: July

10: August

11: September

12: October

13: November

14: December (Again)

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

We're gonna pretend this was sent on anon...

IT’S TRUE, SWEAR, SCOUT’S HONOR

YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WANTED AND BOY YOU GOT HER

BRAND NEW, FULL THROTTLE

YOU ALREADY KNOW, BABE

[freelancearsonist]

Hi, hi! Fellow Pedro Scout here, sending you an Asknado! What Pedro character is your favorite to read and/or write?

hello my love!

my favorite to read is a toss up, it really just depends on my mood 😂 i guess i read the most joel bc there's the most fic for him? but i ADORE a well-written ezra fic bc his voice is so unique and the world is so fascinating

i think right now i enjoy writing dieter the most? he's so eccentric and fun and there's a lot of character depth to explore djkasldja

thank you so much for stopping by!! <3

[wordywarriorwrites]

✨ happy new year! ✨

it's not yet 2024 where i am but it is where my love @ravensmadreads is, so happy new year already enjoying january 1st!

i usually overthink around my birthday as i march towards death but you lovely people have really made me think about 2023 as it comes to a close. i feel weird talking about myself (unless im drunk and we haven't started drinking yet so hold onto your butts for that possibility), so i'm just going to say this:

You all changed my life.

there, that's it. if you read this and you think it doesn't mean you, yes it does. not a day goes by where this place, this community does not bring me joy and warmth. i hope you get that job you wanted, or you get that fur baby adoption you've been hoping for, or you get accepted to that school you wanted to, or you graduate with all the honors, or you create the thing you've always wanted to, or you get the baby you've been hoping for, or the person who makes you heart flip says i love you. i'm nervous about next year because it truly feels like a year where anything can happen 🤍

now to the fandom stuff:

i've never done a fic rec list because inevitably, i'm a fucking moron and i leave someone out. i know it hurts when i'm left out of a fic rec list so i never want to do that to anyone here. what follows is a list of fics that spoke specifically to me. the old saying goes is that you don't write fanfic for yourself, you write it for the five freaks on discord that can't write coherent sentences after you publish -- and it's true. fanfic isn't about numbers -- i would much rather write for my five freaks on my discord (where my work has deep, emotional impact for them) than try to write for a large crowd that i will never ever manage to please all at once.

my wish for you in 2024 you all find your freaks. and i hope i'm one of them.

side note: there are a couple fics not on the list because i wanted to highlight fics that i didn't see much on other end of the year rec lists. but @iamskyereads 's Compulsion should be read in graduate programs and @whatsnewalycat already knows i'm going to name my first born child after her for her Psychomanteum. yall rock my goddamn world.

so without further adieu . . . these are the fics i read this year that tickled me pink.

God is a Woman by @wheresarizona the way arizona writes max is entirely unique. i love her descriptions of how cold he is and how he doesn't breathe. i read this and had to rethink everything i ever wrote for max

the impaler by @kiwisbell the dracula x johnathan x mina vibes in this are spectacular. this is a pairing i never thought i'd see much less enjoy so thoroughly. why is older tim being seduced by a younger max so hot??

night one by @haylzcyon this is one of the first fics i read by hayley and she pretty much set the standard for all marcus pike fics moving forward. his endless patience, his flirty attitude, how he see things the reader won't admit, and then the sleeping bag -- god i'd read a thousand more fics about this dymanic

blood & tinsel by @morallyinept so if i tried to list all of my favorite jett fics, we'd be here all night. but this one stands out to me because it's so well built. the description of the vampire "trance" or "glamor" or "compulsion" without using any of those words is INCREDIBLE. plus max is face-meltingly hot in this.

the world turned on its side by @idolatrybarbie this was a surprise that came outta nowhere, but it hit me like a fucking train. bea weaves a story that sticks with you and creates a frankie that makes my entire soul sing.

heat by @wordywarriorwrites okay, listen. the beauty of fanfic is that you can have insane, animalistic smut AND literary level writing. this fic is both. i have yet to come across another frankie abo fic that makes the dynamic more than a reason for the blorbos to fuck like animals. it's so well done, there's so much love here.

in fiction @sin-djarin yall know dieter is my boy so i am VERY particular about how he is written in fic. everyone's interpretation is valid, but for dieter fics to resonate with me, there has to be this special blend of humor, kindness, dorkiness, and a sexiness you didn't expect. this fic is all of that and more.

reminiscence by @projectionistwrites this was one of the first joel fics i read and there's something about it that just . . . feels right, feels natural to Joel. there's a raw honesty to both joel and the reader that just sunk into my chest. the back and forth over the drink, the SMUT, everything is just this beautiful snapshot of two lonely people in the apocalypse.

oct' 19 x ghosts by @trulybetty another author that if i tried to choose a favorite, i simply couldn't. betty created a lovely, lovely world with this one (and the rest of the prompts for this one and her december prompts). i love fics that add a new layer to dieter and this one opened him up in a way that made him glow!

renegade by @eupheme my personal favorite brand of joel is one that comes alive between reader's thighs. more boulder than human until you bring something to the surface. and this totally captures that. im a sucker for a good qz fuck-that-verges-on-love and i adore everything about it.

Dominica by @ohforficsake if you ever need proof that notes do not reflect the quality of a fic, look no further. the language, the mastery of tension, and beauty of these descriptions are one two punches that knock me on the ass. genuinely one of my favorite frankie fics of all time.

wanna bet? by @write-and-buried i debated putting this or her celestial navigation fic on this list, but this one just tickles me. i love it when authors throw in a confident, sex-obsessed dieter now and again and this makes me howl. and the DEBAUCHERY of the statue oh my god!

give it to me @sp00kymulderr okay now to be fair, this review is entirely biased. i genuinely love gideon and all that they bring to this fandom. plus, they let me scream about dieter and then sends me dieter pictures that make me scream even louder. this fic is SO important to me. dieter here is everything i need and want: hesitant, anxious, but so madly in love. if i could wake up in one single fic every day, it'd be this one.

stepwise by @the-scandalorian i joined this fandom through din and this has been, and always will be, one of my top favorites. the evolution of din from being touch averse to LUSTING after it, it kills me. it's a oneshot but so much is accomplished in such a short time. the writing here is simply superb.

salvatore by @devilmademewriteit i came for the premise, stayed for the smut, and continued for the banter. i go back to this one all the time for inspiration with my own writing and then i get sucked in and read the whole thing through -- twice. javi drives me absolutely wild in this.

a whole new can of worms by @hier--soir i accidentally read this out of order initially, but this was just reason for me to reread it from start to finish. fwb!joel can be really hit or miss for me, and primarily because this fic sets the standard. this feels like a real joel, a joel that has lost and found loved ones all through out his life and now in jackson, he can finally relearn what it means to be a lover. so good, so fun with the banter -- and the friggin' greenhouse scene -- woof!

telltale heart @astroboots i am a SUCKER for 'frankie fixes his life' fics and this is one of the best. there are consequences for his choices in colombia, one that almost has him lose his family, and the woman he loves. this a real, genuine struggle for two people to overcome a seemingly impossible challenge in their marriage. you know the phrase, love conquers all? yeah this is that fic.

brand you in the way it counts by @charnelhouse charnel was one of the first authors i read for the pedroverse -- and i mean i READ her. i read every single one of her fics at least twice and this one always sends me over the edge. it's such an inspiration to my own writing and i keep going back to her whole body of work to be reminded i can always improve my own writing

west by @radiowallet when people want to know why fanfic matters, i want to show them this fic. it is achingly beautiful and written with a loving and gentle hand. joel is a messy, broken man but still capable, still good, still wanting to find love in this and i adore everything about this. Oneshots can be more devastating than multichapters because they end and this is one of them that drags me back to it constantly.

And to that weird little dude out of Chile who has no idea how much light he brings to the world…

Much love, Taylor 🤍

[avastrasposts]

Long fic recs - Part 3

Had to do a part 3! So many fics!

I've got a very long flight in a couple of days so I asked for recs for long fics and boy did you deliver!

Most of these links are for Ao3 as you can read offline on that site. Where I know the author has a Tumblr account, I've tagged them. Unfortunately I don't know the Tumblr name for some of them, so if you see someone you recognise who's not tagged, please tag them too.

I've divided them by character, and as usual, you're responsible for your own consumption, so read the warnings. If you like the story, tell the author, it's always appreciated!

I've taken the liberty to tag my personal favourites with a little ❤️And in this final post I've also added a couple of my own long fics!

Enjoy!

Frankie

The Bachelorette @icanbeyourjedi-writes

31 October prompts @trulybetty

The Pilot and his Girl (my own)

❤️Designated Person @whatsnewalycat

General Acacius

In another life @punkshort

Joel

Calendar Girl @wordywarriorwrites

Woman @dancingtotuyo

Happy birthday baby girl @sixhours

Ezra

Nine Lives @mothandpidgeon

Fink the Fox

That Awoo Inside You @oonajaeadira

Tim Rockford

The Rockford Files @bluestar22x

Pero Tovar

The Outcast @bluestar22x

❤️The Cross @blueeyesatnight

Sassenach and the Spaniard @absurdthirst & @wardenparker

Marcus Pike

Baby Fever @bluestar22x

Marcus Moreno

Second chances @bluestar22x

Zach Wellison

Finding Eden @bluestar22x

Dieter Bravo

Unknown @bluestar22x

Javi Gutierrez

The Writing Contest @bluestar22x

Jack Daniels

The Traveler @silksaddle

❤️Fallout @lady-bess

Almost all the Pedro boys in one fic

A Baker's Dozen (my own)

[guiltyasdave]

inspired by @the-blind-assassin-12 i joined her march fic madness 2024 challenge, with the goal to read and reblog 63 fics in 31 days.

i’ve read waaaayyyy more than that, but i’ll keep going until march is over and add every new fic to this list later :) i’m also thinking about starting a weekly rec list of fics that i’ve read, i’ll obviously still reblog them individually but i think it would be nice to have them in one place, since things can easily get lost on the dash.

in an attempt to keep this somewhat organized, i’ll sort this list by character. i love every fic on here, but i do read some dark shit, so please pay attention to the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be for you <3

part 1 because this is how i found out that you can’t tag more than 50 people lol • find part 2 here!

joel miller

when i move you move & company assets by @ghotifishreads

dancing with a ghost & texas reznikoff by @huntingingoodwill

daddy next door by @cavillscurls

seasons don’t, no quiet on this earth, no loyalty in the apocalypse, save your tears & better run by @corazondebeskar-reads

homemade by @gutsby

a day beyond this night by @quinnnfabrgay-writes

between two lungs & knuckles deep by @ozarkthedog

woman by @dancingtotuyo

him. he. joel. by @undercoverpena

late bloomer by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

smother by @beardedjoel

declined by @alltheirdamn

nylon lust by @decembermidnight

for you, for me by @swiftispunk

creature comforts & kiss it better by @galactic-basic

amateur by @ezrasbirdie

into the woods by @sugarcoated-lame

new perspective by @thetriumphantpanda

garnish by @penvisions

hanging on the telephone by @macfrog

some nights by @pedroacrossthestreet

helen by @kiwisbell

the duke’s illicit affair by @hellishjoel

javier peña

scathed by @dancingtotuyo

the hounds of hell by @aurorawritestoescape & @milla-frenchy

tres besos by @mrsmando

bend over by @endlessthxxghts

dave york

extra credit by @mothandpidgeon

din djarin

live to rise, nobody is coming to save you by @corazondebeskar-reads

dieter bravo

personal shopping by @huntingingoodwill

uninhibited by @ozarkthedog

frankie morales

do me yourself, midnight strikes, where is my prince? & a debt to pay by @undercoverpena

home by @dancingtotuyo

object of my affection & sweet treat by @mrsmando

life is but a… by @wordywarriorwrites

acts of service by @swiftispunk

marcus pike

headshots by @secretelephanttattoo

jack daniels

sundress season by @kewwrites

marcus moreno

if it wasn’t for the nights by @simpingcowboy

the secret by @frannyzooey

tim rockford

moss by @5oh5

lucien flores

hungry eyes by @missredherring

two-pack habit & a motel tan by @trulybetty

like a moth to a flame by @ozarkthedog

precious by @jksprincess10

the party by @aurorawritestoescape

moaning, panting by @iamasaddie

boba fett (i don’t know how that happened, blame ang lol)

toys don’t talk by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

if you read any of these, please remember to show the writers some love! <3

[sixhours]

WIP Wednesday

Hey, I'm back! Kinda! Thanks for the tags @roselees and for last week's @wordywarriorwrites @bumblepony @djarins-cyare @chronicallyonlinewriter

@almostfoxglove and @sawymredfox I promise I wasn't ignoring you I was just stuck on planes all day.

More from bright spots:

“So…that’s it then?” she murmurs thickly, still looking out the window. “No cure?”

“No,” he whispers. “I’m…I’m sorry.” 

She snorts. “Yeah, right.”

“Ellie–”

“You didn’t like her. You didn’t want me to–”

“That ain’t–”

“You didn’t care about a cure, you didn’t care about–about what I wanted,” she continues, the words tumbling out in a rush, volume rising. “You didn’t care–you just wanted–”

He’s pulled the car over by the time she wheels on him, spitting the words like venom, reaching across the console to push at his chest.

“You never wanted this! You just wanted me to go back with you and play house with your stupid brother and–I’m not your kid! If you cared you would have let them–you would have let them–you never fucking cared, you never–”

She chokes on her words, throat claggy with tears and rage. Joel is looking at her like she’s broken something in him. Good, she thinks. Good, she hopes it fucking hurts, hope it tears him apart the way she’s being torn apart inside. She pushes him, shoves at him again, and again, and again, and he just sits there and takes it like an asshole.

Then he’s leaning forward and taking her chin in his fingers, eyes dark and shining and level with hers.

“The only thing I cared about was you,” he says tightly.

Tagging @ace-turned-confused @burntheedges @ameerawrites @march-flowerr @romanarose and anyone else who wants to share, have at it <3

[angelofsmalldeath-codeine]

Hemmy's Recommendation List - Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

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

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

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

Link to Masterlist

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

Disclaimer:

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

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

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

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

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

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

GIF by uuuhshiny

Series

A Fond Farewell  @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Amaryllis  @gracie7209 Because Of You  @kteague Delta Palms Tropical Resort  @linzels-blog Fix You  @astoryisaloveaffair Forest Ranger  @the-ginger-hedge-witch Grays I & II  @fuckyeahdindjarin I like the way you   @undercoverpena-fics Just a Number  @linzels-blog King Of Your Heart  @ruinedbylanadelrey My tears and my beers and my candles  @proxima-writes Shadow Of The Past  @lotrefcp Something Else  @pedrostylez Table For Two  @hellishjoel Take Your Time  @romanarose The Layover  @goodwithcheese The Melting Point  @penvisions The Road Ahead  @bellofthemeadow Third Time Is A Charm  @jwritesfanfics Those Ocean Eyes  @iamdesibell Worlds Get In the Way  @jokersfangirl84

One Shots

Always Here For You  @jwritesfanfics Burning Hearts  @wordywarriorwrites Bush Pilot  @legendary-pink-dot Cherry Flavoured  @pedrostylez Easy Like Breathing  @louswrld11 Focus  @pedrostylez Frankie's Way  @morallyinept Friends Don't Do This  @forever-rogue Gold Band  @moralesispunk Home From The Bar  @pedrostylez Not A Day Too Soon  @criticallyacclaimedstranger Over When It's Over  @gnpwdrnwhiskey Partner In Crime  @romanarose Seven Minutes In Heaven  @tieronecrush The Day 3 Words Are Said  @undercoverpena-fics The Day Frankie Meets You  @undercoverpena-fics Touch Me Like You Never, Push Me Like You Never  @quinnnfabrgay-writes Working Hard  @pedrostylez

Link to Masterlist

[wordywarriorwrites]

The Run

Title: The Run | A03 | Rating: M​

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two? Worried doesn't even begin to describe how Joel feels.

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language.

Brow furrowed and teeth clenched, Joel prowls the living room, the dull thud-thud-thud of his boot heels matching the thunderous pounding of his heart.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Tommy insists, bouncing his fussing son in his arms. “Just behind schedule, is all. You know how it can be.”

The glare he directs toward his brother stops any further placating dead in its tracks, and the floorboards continue to creak and groan as he restlessly strides back and forth. Being a day late returning from a run isn’t that big of a deal, but two?

The sky out the front window looks all sorts of picturesque; swaths of purple, orange, and pink serve as a backdrop to a glorious, snow-covered mountain range, but as the day slowly gives way to night, his mood also begins to turn dark. Unable to stop his brain from churning over the endless series of disastrous consequences this run could have, Joel resumes his pacing, gaze flickering over to the front door and the shotgun propped up against the wall beside it.

The town is in desperate need of medicine and other essential supplies. You’re the only doctor in Jackson; you know how to tell the difference between the fake shit and the real goods, so, it made sense for you to go. As for Joel? Well, he busted his arm helping build the new schoolhouse and had been urged by the collective to stay put.

Riding, hunting, hauling back the goods - they all require two hands, and there had been plenty of younger volunteers itching to get out of dodge for a bit. Being left behind, being seen as frail - as a liability - it felt akin to a kick in the nuts, but at the moment, he doesn’t give a shit about his pride. All he cares about is you and Ellie.

And if anything happened to either of you…

Joel runs an unsteady hand over his beard. Stalks over to the fireplace. Makes use of the fire iron by viciously poking at the wood and pushing at the coals.

Your time in the National Guard meant you could certainly take care of yourself, and Ellie - who could handle a gun much better now - had tagged along to watch your six. Joel knew the two of you would look out for each other, but he also knew what could happen if shit went sideways. An every-person-for-themselves mentality would set in right quick, and if experience taught him anything, chaos could quickly dissolve into violence, and turn so-called friends into very real adversaries faster than lightning.

Twilight hits and Joel makes up his mind. All he can picture is the two of you hurt - or worse - and he can’t sit on his hands anymore. Tommy tries to talk him out of it, but even his insistency and the protesting-like wails his nephew emits can’t deter him from what he knows he needs to do. He gets his emergency bag of supplies from the hall closet and is reaching for an extra box of ammo from the top shelf when the door abruptly swings open and Ellie strolls in.

Joel hears her laugh, and just like that, his gear slips from his hands. He knows her mirth means all is well, but still, he looks for you. He clocks your high, no-nonsense ponytail. The purple scarf one of your patients knitted you for Christmas. The smile that doesn’t quite reach your grave eyes and the scar along the apple of your cheek and your posh accent interspersed with Ellie’s chattering.

Neither of you appears worse for wear, and Ellie proves it by issuing him one of her infamous rib-cracking hugs. Joel holds her a bit longer than he normally would, and uses the toe of his boot to discreetly kick his bag and the box shells back into the closet and out of sight.

Tommy enters the foyer; his sigh of relief is audible as he welcomes you and Ellie home, and the baby exudes excitement, clapping and squealing at your arrival. Ellie drops her pack at the foot of the stairs, gives them a jovial wave, and announces she’s going to stay with her girlfriend for the night.

Her arrival and subsequent departure are a whirlwind. Joel barely has a second to process it because once you’re divested of your own travel garb, you take his nephew into your arms, and pepper his chubby cheeks with sloppy kisses. The kid is all gummy grins, gurgles, and giggles, and as Tommy catches you up on what you missed while you were away, Joel carefully shuts the closet door and takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself.

His brain registers some of the conversation. Instead of coming home straight away, you dropped the haul off at the clinic. Stopped at the mess hall to chat with Maria, who was relieved you were able to get your hands on some morphine and antibiotics that weren’t expired. When you say something about a shower and checking on a few patients before calling it a night, Joel’s composure finally snaps.

“I’m going to bed,” he barks as he heads for the stairs.

Both you and Tommy call after him, but he keeps going, taking the steps two at a time. Joel catches the tail end of your abrupt goodbye to his brother. The baby whines, clearly unhappy with the turn of events, and then, they’re gone. The front door shuts. The stairs creak with your hasty footsteps. He’s just easing himself down on the foot of the mattress when you step into your shared bedroom, sporting a deep frown between your brows.

“What’s wrong?” you urge.

Joel rubs his hands on his knees and looks up at the ceiling, “One day there, one day back. That’s what you said. But it’s been four days. Four fucking days.”

You curse. Rush forward. Wrap your arms around him and hold his head as he burrows his face against your sternum. It isn’t until he’s able to hear your heartbeat beneath his good ear that he realizes it’s not anger that’s been gripping him for the past forty-eight hours, but fear.

After Sarah, he stopped giving a fuck. But then, Ellie came along, and fear became part of his everyday reality again. And now, there’s you. You came with a whole different set of brand-new fears, and his heart is so damn full of that special, deadly combination that is protectiveness and love, and he doesn’t know how to be calm or rational when it comes to you.

And Joel would rather be swarmed by a thousand clickers than see you hurt or taken from him.

“A couple of the horses went lame,” you explain, voice muffled against the crown of his head. “Everyone insisted we remain together, so, we had to walk for a time. Nothing more.”

Joel wraps his arms around you. Swallows back the fist-sized lump at the base of his throat. Pulls you down to sit sidesaddle on his lap, and then, drops a relieved kiss to your brow. Your eyes and cheeks are next, and when you accept the kiss he presses to your lips, it’s more than a relief.

It feels like home. You feel like home.

It’s in the way your soft mouth parts and makes way for him, and the way goosebumps climb up his neck when you trail a fingertip along the shell of his ear. It’s the way his hand fits perfectly over the curve of your hip, and the way you hum and sigh with contentment when he squeezes you just a bit tighter. It’s in the way you playfully nip his chin and make him chuckle, and the way he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your throat and makes you gasp.

Belt, button, zipper. You’ve got your hand down the front of his pants because you’re deft like that, and the way you look him straight in the eye as you stroke him makes his belly swoop and his cock jump. When you twist your wrist just right, Joel drips like a leaky faucet, and both the sight and sound of you jerking him off makes him hot all over. 

“Missed you,” he breathes into your mouth.

You smile against his lips. This time, it is completely genuine, and it only gets better from there.

Undressing is a hasty thing because he’s impatient; of course, that means he’s way more of a hindrance than a help, and it’s all shared, breathless laughter until you’re naked astride him. Then, he gets serious about refamiliarizing his mouth and hands with the softness of your neck and stomach, the plushness of your hips and ass, and the tenderness of your inner thighs and the apex between.

You cup his face, meeting his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, and he finds your folds with careful, explorative fingers. You’re exactly where he wants you to be - all hot, wet, willing, and totally, completely his. Joel puts his good hand to use by pressing the heel of it against your clit and working the spot deep inside you - the one that makes your thighs shake - with the tips of his fingers.

“Was worried,” Joel exhales against the column of your throat. “Outta my fuckin’ mind…”

You let out a choked sound and murmured reassurances - you’re with him, you’re not going anywhere, wild horses, and all that good shit. It isn’t trite - you mean what you say, wholeheartedly. And fuck, the way you come - writhing in his lap and clenching around his fingers, the way you tell him you want him inside you - tongue in his mouth and nails clawing his shoulders. It beats back the nagging doubts and fears and does absolute wonders for his ego.

Joel lines himself up. Holds his breath while you sink down. Watches your lashes flutter and your teeth dig into your lower lip as your hips rock and roll in a leisurely, steady tempo. It’s a rhythm he knows - one he is more than happy to follow - and he drops kisses on your collarbone as you run your fingers through his hair and hold him close.

“Joel,” you moan, face upturned and eyes shut tight. “I’m close, Joel.”

“Good,” he drawls, giving his thumb a quick suck before pressing the pad of it to your clit. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”

Firm, rapid circles - it’s what you like and what gets you there the fastest. You tighten and pulsate as the second wave begins to crest, and when you come, Joel guides you by the waist, helping you see it through and ride it out. You’re still vibrating in the aftermath when you tell him to take you, take whatever he wants, however he wants, and your insistency is all the permission he needs.

Joel rolls you onto your back and you go with it willingly - all glossy-eyed and boneless and welcoming, and the way your eyes shine when you look up at him - it makes him so eager for it. Eager like the first time. Eager to lose himself inside of you. Eager to please you any way he can.

He pins you beneath him and nips at your lower lip, “Gonna lemme love you how I wanna?”

“Don’t I always?” you quip with a throaty laugh.

Joel maneuvers you how he likes it - hips high and legs hitched over the crooks of his elbows so he can bottom out completely. His broken arm screams in protest, and he hisses with the discomfort of it, but you don’t urge caution because when you’re beneath him like this - when he’s got you wide open, when he’s driving into you with deep, sharp thrusts - you’re not a doctor. 

You’re his. Only his.

White-hot heat builds in the pit of his stomach. A dozen strokes, and then, you let out a sharp cry and bear down on him. You squeeze his cock so tight that you practically yank the release right out of him, and the sudden pleasure of it is blinding and brutal and so damn good.

With a low, muffled groan, he lowers himself to sprawl atop of you, and you take the weight of him without complaint. His arm throbs, but with his cheek pressed to your chest and your warmth still surrounding him, Joel can’t be bothered to give a single fuck about the twinges. He’s completely and utterly content, and he wants to hang onto that feeling for as long as possible.

“I missed you, too,” you eventually whisper, fingertips ghosting along his jaw.

Joel nuzzles your breast before slowly lifting his head to look at you.

“No more runs without me, alright?”

You smile again - with all sincerity - and nod once.

“Alright.”