Unknown: Chapter 2

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC!Hazel Collins

Series Summary: When a 12 year old girl shows up on Dieter's doorstep claiming to be his daughter his world is changed forever.

Rating: 18+ (explicit content)

Word Count: 2,000(ish)

Warnings: None in particular, just heed the rating

Author's Note: I have no idea how lawyers work and their process, so forgive me for just breezing by that part.

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Two days later, in the late morning, Dieter woke up in bed to the chime of text alerts. A lot of them.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his knuckles and rolled onto his side to reach for his cell phone that was laying on the night stand.

Once he collected it he entered the number code to get by the main screen and tapped on the text app.

Hazel: I can't believe you want a paternity test!

Really?

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Taylor. I have devoted a little throne in the corner of my mind for you. Because you are literally the queen of making me feel shit so viscerally in your writing. 👑

I was so excited when I'd seen you'd written some Pero. And it did not disappoint! I love how you wrote him, so tender and raw. A Pero in love is my kind of Pero. 😍

This was just utterly stunning and the images are in my head forever of him grunting and snarling away to himself, carrying that big trunk up all those steps. Just wonderful!

Absolutely love this and recommend it! 🖤

coffee and candor {one shot}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: Frankie picks you up for date number three and he's got it all planned out. Unfortunately, you're a little out of your depth with what he has in mind...

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: insecurities, frankie being excited and adorable gets it's own warning, competence kink, kissing, matching clothing, this is so fluffy and soft, um i think that's it tbh

A/N: while i'm still taking a short break from regular fic updates, this was a commission by the lovely @whocaresstillthelouvre. the prompt was 'nervous frankie x not outdoorsy! reader go on a hike early in their relationship'. i rather like how this turned out! i am still taking commissions even if i'm not working on wips at the moment. anything helps, please check out this post and this post to know more about what's goin' on in my lil corner. no pressure all all lovelies, i know things are tough for everyone! love y'll and hope the day is good to you ♡♡

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…What He Wants To Be…

For the April Showers Challenge, I decided to try my hand at writing a Joel Miller x Reader oneshot!

Warnings/Content: allusion to sex (not explicit), petname (one use of “darlin’”), no age gap specified but I do imagine Jackson!Joel, fluff???

Word Count: 538

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Joel Miller was not a good man.

You could ask any soul who had known him in the past twenty years and they would provide stories suitable for the most grizzly horror collection. They’d tell you how his words offered nothing better, all vulgar and rough around the edges just like him. In the night, when the cyan that painted the canvas of day bled into azure and cerulean, specked with greys and faded pinks, the images that plagued his mind were as twisted as his limbs in his bedsheets.

But for you, he wanted to be a good man — he needed to be a good man.

It was unclear how it even came to be that someone like you had nestled their way into his life and into his heart, wrapped your body around his in a declaration of love he thought he’d long since forgotten. But as his head fell back while he called to a God he did not believe in, as his worn and calloused hands fumbled to hold you close to him, he believed he could be a good man.

“Where’d you go just now?” You ask. Your hands are soaked and covered in bubbles from the dish soap you use to wash the dishes. Facing the window you can see the pouring rain outside, you can hear it pattering against the ground. The breeze drifts in but it’s not so cold that it’s unpleasant. Not when Joel’s arms are around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he hums along to the song playing from the record player — it’s decades old now. a man sings about being too old to lose it and too young to choose it. You aren’t really listening to the music anyway. Not when Joel speaks up.

“Nowhere special, darlin’,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. His eyes are closed as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

Moments like these remind you how glorious life can be, no matter how mundane said moment is. No matter how dreary it is outside or in your hearts, you know you have him. You can only hum in response as his lips pepper more kisses over your neck and across the space it meets your shoulder, swaying you to the music. The splosh of a spoon you drop into the soapy water does nothing to bring you away from the feel of him against you.

“Nowhere special at all,” he repeats as you turn to face him, wrapping your arms ‘round the back of his neck. It dampens his shirt but as long as you’re embracing him he doesn’t care. His lips are over yours in a second, treating you to the love he so desperately wants to give.

The remaining dishes are forgotten about as sinful-sweet words are whispered into the air. Your bodies entwine in a rhythm accompanied by the softest melody of love you could ever hope to express, defenceless and courageous in a world of woes and fear. Smiles tug at lips and hands wander while words of gentle affirmation are uttered.

Joel Miller was not a good man but by God did you make him feel like he was.

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Sprout [Pero Tovar x f!reader]

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Sequel to Seed.

Fandom: The Great Wall

Ships: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Tags/warnings: Pregnancy, pregnancy kink, pregnant sex, dirty talk, some angst and fighting but also making up with more sex, labor, you get it. Soft Pero!

Words: 5,999

Summary: After trying long and hard, you are finally pregnant. Pero is delighted, but now begins a time of waiting and fussing and, well, lots of sex. That's the plot.

Sunlight

Song: Sunlight Character: Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!Reader Summary: Joel Miller has avoided love, pushed it away at the first sight to stay in the darkness. But then he meets you, and he wonders if he was wrong after all. Word Count: 578 Rating: Mature, mentions of smut Warnings/tags: post-outbreak, takes place in Jackson, vague mentions of smut, angst, Joel hates feelings, everyone loves Reader, grumpy sunshine trope incoming, heavy use of Hozier lyrics, no use of y/n, not beta’d

a/n: This is my entry for @wannab-urs Hozier Drabble Challenge! This felt like the perfect pairing for the song, so thank you Gin! Hope I did it justice.

Ever since the outbreak, since losing Sarah, Joel has shunned the light of love of any kind. He preferred to stay in the cool, detached predictability of a life without it. It was dark, but it wasn’t dangerous for his heart. That was, until you showed up in Jackson.

i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand

+ bonus ravi the tattletale landlord lying liar who lies

+ the egregiously offended 118 who will still save his ass any day

Why don't you just hold on to me... and never let go.

♡ eddie diaz + underrated scenes 8/? ♡ → 5.15: 'FOMO'

Me 🤝 Eddie: Lapsed Catholics

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Okay, it's the usual rules. The top four vote-getters from today will go to round two tomorrow. The two winners of that round will face off (that will be a hilarious joke in just a minute) for the CHAMPIONSHIP! Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments/tags/replies!

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post-outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel wakes you up from a nightmare

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, nightmares, (brief) description of violence, description of a panic attack, angst, fluff, comfort, established relationship, readers age is not specified (let me know if I missed anything)

W/C: 690

A/N: I want a Joel Miller in my bed in case I get nightmares sigh

You’re running as fast as you can. There are tears in your eyes - you’re not sure if they’re from the fear or the battering wind - but you are running despite them. Blurrily trying to navigate your way through the woods at top speed, you have no idea where you are, but you can’t stop running.

Joel. Where is Joel?

You start yelling for him while keeping up speed. You got separated. He must have split off in a different direction from you when you got ambushed. You try your hardest to glance around you while you’re running, to catch a glimpse of him in the treeline, but you can’t. You risk a look back over your shoulder, misjudging your step and tripping over an unearthed tree root. You fall flat on your face, and you feel a firm hand grab your ankle.

You start to scream louder.

“Joel!”

“Joel! Help, please! Joel-”

Your eyes shoot wide open. You’re screaming, panicked, sitting up so quickly that all your blood rushes from your head, your vision turning white, your ears ringing, your head pounding. Scanning the room as quickly as you can, you begin to make out familiar shapes. Your wardrobe, your bathroom door ajar, your bed, Joel.

His hand is planted firmly on the side of your face, urging you to look at him. He’s saying something to you but you can’t hear it. You can’t breathe, you’re shaking, everything feels fuzzy and heavy and-

“Breathe darlin’, breathe for me”, you hear his voice, muffled but steady.

Your darting eyes meet his, he’s close to you but not crowding, and for a split second you think he looks frightened. Within a blink, he is composed, cool and collected, steadily taking one of your hands in his.

“That’s it sweetheart, just take a deep breath for me. In and out. That’s it darlin’. That’s it”.

You try to match his breathing, and within a few minutes, your vision isn’t so fuzzy, neither is your hearing, and you begin to remember where you are. You’re in yours and Joel’s house in Jackson. You’re safe here. You’re not out there anymore. You’re safe here.

Joel pulls you closer to him as he realises you’re gently crying, your face tucked into his bare neck and your legs curled up on his lap. One of his hands is resting on the back of your head, the other rubbing slowly up and down your calf, and you begin to feel grounded again.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve gotchu baby”.

You hesitantly wrap your arms around him, pressing your ear into his chest, listening to his heartbeat, willing yours to slow down to the same pace.

Joel doesn’t rush you. He knows all too well how hard it can be to recover from night terrors like these. He lets you take your time to slow things down, to come back to the present moment, and he just holds you.

“Can we go outside? I need some air”, he hears you softly croak out after a few minutes.

“Of course, wait here a minute”, he replies, gently coaxing your arms from around his midsection before leaving the room. Not a minute later, he comes back into the room holding both of your wooly winter coats, helping you to slip your arms into the sleeves, before you both plod out onto the front porch.

It’s 3am, you spot on the clock on your way outside, so the streets of Jackson are quiet. You both sit on the wooden bench Joel crafted for you both last Summer, and you huddle up together like penguins in the cold, taking deep breaths and watching the snow fall, illuminated by the fairy lights which hang over the streets.

“Thank you”, you whisper into the cold night air.

Joel doesn’t reply, but you feel his arms tighten around you, and though there's two layers of thick coats separating you from him, it makes you feel a little warmer.

He turns his face towards you and plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

“I love you, darlin’”.

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