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where my frankie and santi girlies (gn) at? i got something in the works and would love to tag y'all once it's done 👀

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🐎 small talking about …worst weather they’ve each been in, or best/favourite weather they each have. Everybody can talk about the weather, even grumpy Joel Miller…

@jessthebaker ooooh yes i LOVE this idea, even the grumpiest of grumpy joel miller can dad talk about the weather

word count: 1k (got a little carried away bc i love these two so much, oops)

warnings: horses be tricky, reader has phonophobia, thunder, storms, summer storms

a/n: this was so fun! i decided to write about their experiences with bad weather, but i made him not grumpy since well, i was feelin' like this would be a bit further along in their patrol partnership

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“This pressure in the air is…” You trailed off as you gazed up at the darkened sky. The deep, moody gray having crawled across the sky to blanket the sun. Lightning burst to life on the horizon, making you freeze atop Lowry. The sweet horse so attuned to you that she paused in her slow, meandering steps.

Thunder boomed, echoing across the open plains, startling you even as you waited for the sound with a held breath.

“We should head back, storm’s comin’ in fast.” Joel regarded you atop his own horse, Kiana. She whinnied, not liking the direction he was turning her toward with gentle motions of the reigns. The hush of rain on the horizon was loud as it moved toward you both. Wetting the plains with fat droplets that did nothing to quell the humidity that had made the air dense and hard to breath. Intensifying the heat of the mid-summer day and almost instantly flooding the ground into a muddy mess.

“Yeah, good call.” Following his lead, you steered Lowry to turn around. It had been too slow a realization on both your parts, clothing soaked and sticking to your skin and weighing down your hair as you closed the distance back toward the settlement. With a piercing whistle just as you crested a slippery hill, Joel let the guards on duty know that you were back.

Laughter bubbled up from them underneath their makeshift protection against the rain atop the tall, foreboding wall that protected your town. You couldn’t help but share in their good moods despite the sudden shift in weather when you and Joel finally found yourselves underneath the eaves of the stables.

His graying curls were soaked, one of them so affected it looked like a ringlet as it fell over his forehead and flopped with his every move. Heat bloomed in your chest when he tossed you a mild glare, but the sparkle in his dark eyes told you he didn’t mind it so much.

“Alright, I get it, I look like a drowned rat.” He shoved at you lightly as you dismounted and began to tend to Lowery. She knickered before she shook out the water from her fur without warning. Kiana imitated her, pelting you both.

“Alright, enough.” His quiet command had the two horses baring their teeth in a true flehmen response.

“That the worst weather you been caught in?” You removed your wide brimmed hat, grateful for the little shield it had made over your hair and face. Until the horses had decided to mess around, picking up on the easy-going mood despite the rain.

“Nah, worst would be a snowstorm back in Boston. QZ hadn’t been prepared for it, we lost what little power we had for nearly two weeks.” He easily spoke as he began to tend to his own horse, rich velvet voice soothing with the backdrop of the hard rain. “Before that it had been…fix or six years ago when I was out on a run. Nearly got picked up by a tornado as I sought out shelter where I could.”

“Oh geez, that’s intense.” You hung up the saddle just outside of Lowrey’s nook, closing the tall door behind you and ensuring the lock latched shut.

“What about you?” You turned from where you had offered the appaloosa a handful of hay. The tickle of her soft, velvety muzzle bringing a smile to your face. Joel was hanging up his own saddle, detaching the supplies he had fastened to it. His shot gun still secured across his broad shoulders.

“Hands down the ice storm that hit my city before the year before the Outbreak. Entire thing shut down because ice was built up about three inches thick on every roadway and street. Then it hailed and snowed for a week straight. Took forever for it to thaw out with the temps below freezing for so long. It was a bad winter, that’s for sure. But we never lost power, thankfully.” Walking side by side, you stoon just inside the stables with the man. Both of you staring out at the sheet of steady rain coming down from the even darker sky. It looked like dusk, even though the day had been new and the sun had just risen a few hours ago.

“Chicago?” He looked over at you, eyes roving over your profile. He noticed how your long lashes stuck together, the way your clothing stuck to your skin. Stepping away he rummaged around the collection of items stored around the doorway. With a grunt of appreciation at his stroke of good luck, he presented you with a worn umbrella.

“Yeah, born and raised.” Your eyes held long felt emotions as you shook your head at his offering. With a tug, you secured your leather hat back atop your head. Fingers tipping the brim, you dismissed him. “Got my hat, you need it more.”

“Why don’t we share, sweetheart?”

“Joel Miller’s gonna walk me home in the rain.” The teasing tone of your voice may have been lost in the way your voice lilted but he didn’t seem to show if he noticed.

“Someone’s gotta protect you from the thunder.” A raised eyebrow, a challenge from the handsome man had you feeling weak in the knees. He was teasing you, he was actually being friendly with you and your stomach flipped. It had been so long since anyone outside of your extremely small circle had felt comfortable enough around you to do so.

“Y-yeah, I’m not the biggest fa-fan of loud noises.” One of your hands rubbed at the back of your neck, heat filling your cheeks as you realized he had noticed your twitch of every boom as you made your way back to the settlement.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha. But once the ice forms, you’re on your own.” His lips quirked up in a grin as he opened the umbrella and sidled back up beside you. With a small brush of your shoulders against his in silent retaliation, you both stepped out from under the safety of the stables and into the rain.

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Back again to celebrate with you 💜

Can I ask for 🍄 & 🪚

I’ve adored this series; and my emotions have been through it all

THANKYOU

bonus Pedro hand tax 💜😘

oh that pedro hand tax is...doing things to me. thank you so much 😭this series is to dear to me, i'm so glad i bite the bullet and posted the masterlist as nudge to get it rollin'! THANK YOU, bb

for the 🍄: hmm, i wonder what THIS could be, WHO that could be grump miller is staring at

for the 🪚 : joel totally made some cute plates and stuff to practice his carving skills with the hope in mind that olive would use them for snacks and stuff at meetings and gatherings

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Wow, I am appalled at the messages you’re receiving. Literally no one is required to read fanfics and to get this upset over fanfics to send hate mail says more about them than you at all. I’m sorry you’re going through this Dev, there is nothing wrong with your writing, titles, or story arcs.

thank you, nonnie

i had a moment of self-reflection over all this as it happened twice and then messages flooded in a week or so ago too

this us MY space and i will do what i want with it. i love y'all and we try our best to support each other and THAT is what matters

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Hey Lovely Dev 🖤

Just wanted to pop on and remind you of something.

You're amazing. You're brilliant. You're so kind and considerate, and such a lovely and creative human being. You deserve to be here and share your work that you work hard on.

I'm sorry you were targeted and have been harrassed for simply doing what you enjoy. I'm sure it's been horrible for you. But anyone who knows you and your space here can see you for who you really are and your creativity.

Fuck the haters.

I love you. We all do. 🖤

Hold your head up and wear your crown, bub! 👑🖤

JETT, the way i have been reading this like everyday and hoarding it in my inbox 😭

fuck the haters and tolls but YOU, i have endless love and respect for YOU. thank you so much for taking the time to send this, it's really been helping me to get past everything, truly

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I started reading “by the grit of sandpaper” after the first three chapters and grew such a huge appreciation for your writing! You are so extremely talented and I hope you know how many people appreciate you:) I am so sorry with everything you have been going through to the plagiarism and all of this. I know good things will come your way in the future!

oh my gosh, thank you?? i poured my soul into that fic and i'm so glad people are loving it as much as i do ♡

i'm manifesting some good things for all of us, bb

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Your angst lovin’ anon here just to say that I’ve read the last three chapters to Of Beskar and Kyber three times through (latest re-read being this morning) and it never stops being just as heartbreaking as the first time I read it. I am way too enthusiastic about the next chapter, no pressure of course! I hope moving is going well (:

oh angst anon, i'm so sorry i had to turn off the anon option for a bit :c

i cannot fathom you rereading them again! that means so much to me 😭i have been having some FEELINGS about our tin can man lately and been working on the next chapter when my brain allows

and moving is going lol, it's a hectic time for sure but i think we'll be okay, angst anon, i think we'll be okay ♡♡