Raikkonen is an inspiration because he proves that you don't have to be the most talkative person to succeed in life. You are isolated (or at least can be) so much as a quiet person. It's nice to see one of us quiet people succeed.
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Raikkonen is an inspiration because he proves that you don't have to be the most talkative person to succeed in life. You are isolated (or at least can be) so much as a quiet person. It's nice to see one of us quiet people succeed.
Last Call Confessions
Jackson!Joel x bartender!Reader (mid-30s, f) [Explicit, MDNI] ongoing WIP, no use of "Y/N", Slow Burn, Joel Lives
The people of Jackson love your bar, it's like a refuge within a refuge. You return from a supply run shortly before Joel Miller returns from a failed trip west. He quickly becomes a regular, but it's not the drinks that keep him coming back for more… it's you. Joel wants you, but he feels as though he shouldn't. He can't bring himself to stay away, but he reckons if he confesses even half of the atrocities he's committed, he may just be able to scare you off.
Chapter 1 (4,190 words): [ao3 link]
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Btw, if you don't want to see my work vents, and like user specific tags to hide, I'll be tagging all future work vents as #i hate this shit ass job.
Call themselves a rock band, yet censor the word "God". Should be a fucking shamed of themselves
People will tell you you're a legend, but refuse to talk to you
Missed the train for a work night out, but I have also avoid a night of socialization