#thoughts with softly

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How my Joel’s kiss you after a long time apart…

AFTERCARE!Joel doesn’t do big speeches or rehearsed apologies, he just acts like a man who almost lost something he can’t replace. He doesn’t kiss you right away when he sees you. He just stares for a second too long, checking you for injuries, jaw tight like he’s holding his breath. When he finally moves, it’s not gentle at first, it’s fast. One hand at your waist, the other at the back of your neck, pulling you in like he couldn’t survive another second of distance.

15 Minutes!Joel finds your mouth first, always. Even if you’re mid-sentence, mid-breath, mid-anything, his hand is already at your waist like muscle memory took over before thought did. His hand slides from your waist up your spine like he’s mapping where you still are, where you still fit against him. He exhales again, low and deep, and his voice is slick with amusement. “You’re trouble.”

Tears!Joel kiss starts a little rough, more pressure than precision. Not angry, just pent-up, like he’s been carrying too much silence in the time you’ve been apart and it all spills out at once. He exhales into it almost immediately and the second your mouth meets his, something in him finally unclenches. If you smile at him? He kisses you again immediately, like it short-circuits whatever restraint he was trying to keep.

Kitchen!Joel doesn’t kiss like a man who’s calm about it. He kisses like someone who’s been quietly missing air and finally found you again. The moment he’s close enough, his hand is already on your waist. He slows down without even realizing it. The urgency drains into something fuller, happier. When he breaks it, it’s barely a break at all, just enough to rest his forehead against yours again. His eyes stay closed for a second too long. Then, softly. “There you are.”

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Joel M blurbs

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Drive Home

Prompt: day 15 - stranded

Pairing: S1!Frank x reader

WC: 399

A/N: this is so short lolll but day 15 for @angsty-april gonna be changing my set up style of my posts soon, so keep an eye for that!

The night drags on, heavy with the weight of a long, frustrating day. The streets are empty, the quiet only broken by the distant hum of city lights and the occasional car passing by. You’re stranded, a little lost in both mind and space, when Frank Castle’s presence looms in your periphery. There’s an edge to him, something jilted, but you feel it: a strange, undeniable safety in his company.

When he offers you a ride home, a quiet voice inside you warns against it, but exhaustion and the isolation of the city streets pull you toward him. There’s something about the warmth of his car, the low rumble of the engine, that feels safer than the cold night air.

You thank him, your voice hesitant, unsure how many times you’ve said the words since you climbed into the passenger seat. Each ‘thank you’ feels hollow, but it’s all you can manage. Frank doesn’t reply, his expression unreadable, only acknowledging your gratitude with a brief, silent nod.

You’ve seen him once or twice around the prescient, before the murders. Before he lost everything.

He’s different now, you can tell even though you’re a stranger. He’s tauter, sharper. Devastated.

The ride to your apartment is quiet, filled with a tension that neither of you dares to break. You give him directions, your words stilted, trying to keep the silence from overwhelming you.

When he pulls up outside your building, you feel a sudden rush of gratitude mixed with reluctance. You’re about to open the door when Frank’s deep voice stops you.

“I’m gonna be blunt,” he says, his tone direct, unwavering. “You’re… well, you’re a sight. Too pretty to be on your own like this. So I’m telling you to get a gun.”

The words catch you off guard. You blink, unsure of what to say, your heart skipping in a strange rhythm. “I have no one to teach me to shoot.”

He doesn’t hesitate, his gaze unwavering as he reaches across, turning your palm upward with a deliberate gentleness. His fingers trace over your skin, and with a fluid motion, he writes his number inside your hand. “I will.”

You stare at the number as you walk inside, feeling the heat of his touch still burning through your palm, your chest tightening before you close your fingers, the blunts of your nails digging into where his hands had touched.

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Frank castle blurbs masterlist

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Fourth of July with Tears!Joel…

Find Tears here

A/N: I hope you all stay cool this 4th, have a hotdog for me

By the time the Fourth of July rolls around, everything feels a little less like ‘neighbor’ and a lot more like home.

You’re officially folded into Joel orbit now, somewhere between ‘the woman he’s seeing’ and the person Sarah insists gets ‘a seat at the good end of the picnic table.’ The Texas heat hasn’t let up one bit, but when you’re in the Millers backyard, you can’t say you mind much.

Joel is at the grill early, shirt already darkened with sweat, flipping burgers with a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. You watch him, grinning when he spares you a quick glance. Your presence out the open with him something he’s getting used to in the best way.

Sarah is everywhere at once.

She’s running barefoot through the grass with a sparkler she’s absolutely not supposed to light yet, insisting she’s ‘practicing.’ Every so often she darts up to you with something important, an update on the fireworks countdown, a complaint about how long adults take to cook food, or a dramatic retelling of how she ‘basically won’ at jump rope earlier in the week.

Joel just huffs a laugh every time, shaking his head like he’s trying not to smile too hard.

When the sun finally dips and the sky turns that deep, syrupy blue, you’re filled to the brim with happiness. Plates are half-forgotten on the table, and the radio plays faint country music from the porch. The three of you end up on a worn blanket in the yard, shoulders brushing without anyone thinking twice about it anymore.

When the fireworks start, Sarah gasps amazed that the sky can simply come alight.

Joel doesn’t look at the sky with her though, he just looks at you. He’s checking that you’re still part of this strange, good thing that somehow became permanent without either of you really meaning it to.

Later, when Sarah finally starts to nod off against his side, he shifts just enough to make space for you too, no words, just an easy pull of his arm. The three of you stay like that until the last firework fades, smoke curling into the night, and you press a kiss to his shoulder as you curl into him.

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Joel miller blurbs

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what about ranch life with free!Leon

Find free here

Thinking about how Leon would struggle for maybe a month or two to adapt to ranch life. The animals and the property upkeep but mostly the quiet. The peace that he isn’t used to. He’d keep his gun beneath the mattress just in case because old habits die hard, but he’d eventually settle. Would get into a routine of feeding the animals and tending the garden and letting you in close to his heart.

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Leon Kennedy blurbs

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Your For Me? Fic was super cute

Loved the writing 10/10

Thank you so much anon!!🤍

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OK, y’all, how much writing is too much writing? I don’t want to oversaturate, don’t want to scare away viewers with how much I post, but I’m ngl I have so much sitting in my Google Drive. I’ve already finished my second album inspired series, and I’m low-key working on the third. Should I set up a schedule or something??? I have at least seven drafts that are ready to be posted, and nearly 2 dozen fics that need to be edited…

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Hiiii! Excited to read your work!! Just wanted to lyk a few things (friendly I swear). Confessions didn’t make it into the “Frank castle x reader” feed? Idk why, sometimes the tags act wonky.

Also the fic is awesome but in the beginning it get confusing because the scene is in a bar but then suddenly they’re in an apartment?

Hi thank you! Ahh that sucks, maybe I’ll try retagging? Thanks for letting me know.

Also thank you for the critique! I don’t have any betas anymore and tbh I don’t edit too much and that’s definitely a string I let get away from me. I just edited it to all take place in the apartment LOLZ, thanks for pointing that out :)

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fics:

‘Incubus’ by @tearsof-scarlet (literally thought about this on for days)

‘Ribbon ‘round my neck, cherry colored’ by @barnesdreamcatcher (chefs. Kiss)

music:

film/tv:

I really enjoyed The Drama with Robert P. and Zendaya. The twist and the aftermath went deeper than I expected.

Finished season 2 of Gen V and GENUINELY, the Boys/Gen V universe is one of the best and well written shows out there. From the casting to the writing to the storylines, I literally have no notes. Chefs. Kiss.

Highlights:

Fully moved into my apartment☀︎

I have 11 full Joel miller fics in my docs just waited to be published & I’m so proud of them ‎๑

Hit 500 followers on tumblr and that is so cool ꔛ