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Joel Miller x f!Reader The Last of Us 6.6k Words/ 3rd POV Feral Reader Masterlist Summary: She never paid attention to the newcomers when they joined Jackson until one of them begins to get close to Joel. Warning: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Violence. Sexual Content. 18+ Minors DNI

She didn’t care when Jackson got new people. She wasn’t one of the regulars that crowded around the entrance, watching patrol bring them through, so similar to how they joined. No, she didn’t care because the rest of Jackson didn’t matter, just the two people she currently lived with. If it didn’t have to do with Joel and Ellie, she didn’t care. So it was at least a month before she met Harper, when she was added to their patrol duty.

The other women in town, the ones that frequently fawned over Joel Miller, were different from his companion and she knew that. Her insecurity frequently reminded her that she didn’t belong in Jackson with these women that still took the time to dress up and do their hair. But she had seen Joel downright ignore their flirting enough times, had heard him reassure her that wasn’t the type he was interested in. Someone to watch his back. With teeth, he had said. Harper had teeth. She was a good shot, wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, and never complained about the work. She got along well with Maria, with everyone really, able to get them to talk about their interests and lives easily and seemed like an open book. Harper helped with the horses and in the food hall and knew how to cook and how to clean a rifle properly. And to her dismay, as she watched the patrol party enter the gates where she definitely wasn’t waiting for the man she lived with, Harper could make Joel smile. Not a smirk or a condescending tilt of the lips, but an actual smile. She watched them dismount from the horses and the woman laughed at something Joel said, his lips curving into a grin, and her heart dropped in her stomach. Because she wasn’t sure the man had ever smiled like that around her. Easy and charming, relaxed. Suddenly she was the old version of herself, anxious and unsure, insecure in her own skin and embarrassed. All her faults and problems blared in her head alongside the echo of the threat hanging over her head. Assimilate or get kicked out of Jackson. She was on her last strike after three rough months of living there while this woman had shown up and fit in better than she ever could after only a month. Her nails dug into her thigh sharply, the small hints of pain trying to keep her grounded. She’d almost convinced herself to turn around and walk home, leave before Joel could see her standing there with all her defects, but then his eyes met hers. And if she didn’t feel awful enough, his smile dimmed a bit, became unsure and almost bashful. Like he didn’t want her to see it. She wondered if Harper had noticed his eyes were more hazel than brown when he was in a good mood. They both walked over to her and she stood there, stiff and stabbing into her own skin, wanting to bolt. Harper turned to her, light hair catching the sun and blue eyes glistening. Perfect and still pretty even after the world went to shit while she was very aware she hadn’t brushed her hair in three days. “Oh hi, I don’t think we’ve officially met,” she smiled sweetly, adjusting the rifle on her back and the bandana around her neck. Joel cleared his throat, nodding towards her and ignoring the furrowed brow that was permanently on her face around strangers, “Harper, this is Red. Red, Harper.” “I’ve heard so much about you. Red’s such an interesting name,” she smiled with a light chuckle though it wasn’t as wide as the one that had been aimed at Joel, her eyes roaming over her. Taking her measure. She only frowned and ignored her eye contact, staring at Joel’s shoulder instead. “It’s not my name,” the words were quiet but raspy, a growl. Harper’s smile tightened in the corner of her eye. The silence weighed between them, stifling, and Joel cleared his throat, “Harper happens to be from Austin. We frequented some of the same spots surprisingly.” The words were almost an explanation or an apology, or an excuse. She didn’t reply, eyes still solely focused on his shoulder and avoiding looking at either of them. Small talk was hard on most occasions but this seemed impossible. She wasn’t sure how she should reply to that. Congrats? Good job finding another person you could easily talk to besides me? She chewed the inside of her lip, feeling uncomfortable and desperately wanting to run, words stuck until she nodded and spit out, “I’ll see you at the house later.” His brow had furrowed when she swiveled on her heel and started walking down the street, rigid and feeling the small welts of blood seeping into her jeans from her nails. ___________________ It wasn’t long before she started seeing Harper everywhere and she grit her teeth every time.

When she walked into the bar, the location on her list of places to search for Ellie, she found Joel and Tommy chatting with the woman at the bar top. She was talking rapidly, a smile on her face and hands waving as she told some story. A hand talker. Tommy was behind the bar, leaning on it and seeming enraptured by the conversation while Joel was standing with his elbow resting on the counter, body fully turned to face Harper. All three chuckled at something and she watched as her hand landed on Joel’s arm, staying there a few seconds too long before sliding off. Too lingering to be innocent. She wanted to snap her teeth at her, go up to them and put her hand on his back or in his belt loops, a move he’d done so often to her. Push him against the countertop and take his mouth with hers or even straight grab Harper’s perfect hair and slam her face against the table. A million images flashed through her head only to come to a halt at remembering her predicament. Joel’s urges to try to join the community or risk getting kicked out. She knew she was a fine thread away from getting booted. One wrong step out the door and probably bashing in perfect new girl Harper’s face would do the trick faster than she could blink. So instead she pivoted, snarl in her throat, and walked out the bar. Harper became a regular on Joel’s shift. She only worked with the newcomer a couple times. She was good and that irritated her. The woman was a survivor and knew how to handle herself and watch out for others. All the things she usually found lacking in the townspeople and hated, Harper had that and more. She didn’t know what to do with that knowledge and the growing list of the woman’s skills. They’d been scouting out a small location, a couple of cabins a few hours away from Jackson. She’d rode to the far side of them and gotten off, checking the houses for anyone hiding out or seeing if there was anything good to scavenge. When she heard the sound of glass shattering and heavy thumps a few houses down, voices crying out, her heart almost pounded out of her chest. That’s where Joel had been checking. She’d ran fast, bow out, feet carrying her quicker than she’d ever run before on the muddy Spring ground. Previous moments flashed in her mind. Too many close calls. Joel’s blood on her hands from a stab wound. Joel hurt. But the action was already over as she barreled into the room. A Clicker lay bleeding out on the floor, a large hatchet stuck in the fungi petals of its face, mouth in a grotesque scream. Joel was panting on the floor with his back against the corner, pistol in hand unfired, while Harper stood over the infected triumphant. With a grin, she ripped the hatchet from its head and walked over to Joel, offering him a hand. She felt useless. Harper had his back. Teeth. _____________________________ Tommy had finally found her a job she was actually fairly decent at, after being taken off both kitchen and farming duty, but noticing she seemed calmest with animals. People didn’t want to work with her and in her mind that was fine, but in Maria’s it made her a problem. But she liked the dog kennels. They weren’t unlike her. She could understand their wants and needs, their habits and what they deemed their territory. Training them wasn’t easy but it was rewarding and it came with the added benefit that she was around the animals more often than people. She didn’t have to be talkative or put on a mask. They knew hand signs, could read her feelings and what she wanted. It felt comfortable to be with them. Often in the morning she would go and feed the dogs, go over their exercises, walk them in the outside yard they had set aside behind the kennels. Ellie had fallen in love with them as well and sometimes would tag along, was even there when one of the dogs gave birth. She’d been grossed out initially but once the blood and the goo and all the disgusting parts of birth was over and done with she held the small puppies in her hands and helped them find spots to feed. Joel had come a few times, watched them with arms resting on the pen door as they sat in the hay and held the tiny jelly bean puppies. Ellie had grinned, taking over naming duty, and had even held one up forcing Joel to name one. He’d frowned, shrugging at the little brown squirming blob, scratching at his beard, “I don’t know, Brownie?” “Really?” Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes, “So original. Naming it after its color.” “You named me after my shirt,” she chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the teenager. Those first few days when she hadn’t known how to interact but knew she had to make sure the girl was safe. Unwilling to give any piece of herself, especially her name. So Ellie had formed a piece from the rubble and taken it for herself. Ellie huffed with a sniff, nose turning up, and ignored the dig, “Whatever, Red suited you.” She held the squirming puppies in her lap, watching them seek warmth while holding a small container of sugared ice for the mama to lick and enjoy after pushing out ten little bodies, “Good thing I wasn’t wearing a different colored shirt.” Joel’s eyes were on her and she looked up at him, finding him watching her with the slightest tilt of his lips. She knew he was worried about her, had already been fighting tooth and nail with his brother and his pregnant wife over her position. He was working harder to help her than Ellie who had adjusted quickly. This was the one job inside of Jackson’s walls she was relaxed in and she could feel him taking in the way she seemed at ease. The smile grew, warming. “Did Maggie have the pups?” a familiar voice rang out. The smile vanished and she stiffened.

The kennels had been converted from one of the old stables, the dogs held in old horse stalls on either side of the room. She couldn’t see the woman from her position on the floor, the walls of the stall blocking the view, but she knew it was Harper that had walked in. She came up to Joel’s side, almost touching shoulders, and looked down at her and Ellie with the pups and Maggie. “Oh, hi Red,” Harper’s smile became a bit tighter, head tilting, “I didn’t realize you were the one taking care of her.” She didn’t answer, averting her gaze to Maggie and adjusting the bowl for her to lick. Ellie answered instead, enthusiastically holding the puppy up in her hand, “She takes care of the dogs now! Joel named this one.” The man frowned almost bashfully, shrugging, “It’s Brownie.” Harper laughed and her dimples showed, head quirking as she looked at him, “That’s adorable.” She couldn’t get up and leave with the puppies all around her and both Joel and Harper leaning on the pen door. She was trapped, listening to them chat and laugh and Ellie showing off all the dogs while she sat there and tried to be invisible. She wanted to scream, rage, do something other than be meek and small. It was like every time the woman showed up, the version of her from two decades before took over her skin. The girl who had been shy and timid and didn’t know how to fight back. She wanted to scream at her to do something, say something, snarl at Harper that if she touched Joel one more fucking time she’d break her wrist and shove it down her throat. Instead, she sat there, listening to Ellie talk to her easily and Joel’s soft musings, the three of them getting along better than she ever did. Try. Try. Joel’s pleas haunted her constantly. She was trying. God, was she fucking trying so hard. But this wasn’t an instance like with Grant who had touched her and paid the price or his fucking brother who had sneered in her face and called her a bitch. She could argue those were justified. She could have done worse to them and didn’t. But the problem was Harper hadn’t done anything wrong to her. She hadn’t been mean, she hadn’t touched her, hadn’t done anything but make her feel small in comparison to her presence. There was no reason to fight her, to twist her pretty locks in her fingers and smash her face in until the strands turned red and she was nothing but a cavernous hole. She hated settlement life. She hated the fucking politics of it all, the dance to be respectable. Before, there was no time to worry about feelings or what her and Joel were, how he felt towards her, what her role was in their complicated mess of a relationship. It had moved beyond just sex, but she wasn’t sure what exactly. They’d gone through hell together. Maybe it was that she happened to be there, a place holder to fulfill all he needed while taking care of Ellie, but now he had options. There were other women that could fill that place. Could be a better guardian to Ellie, could take care of Joel, could watch both of their backs. One that didn’t cause problems or that he had to jump to defend or cause Ellie to yell at gawking strangers on her behalf. She tried not to focus on it. Swallowed it down deep in the pit of her stomach and refocused back on the things that mattered, which were caring for Joel and Ellie.

She tried not to think about it when later that evening when they’d gone to bed he pulled her into his body, hands roaming over her soft belly before gripping her tightly and pushing his hard length against her backside. She tried not to think when his fingers slipped inside of her, pumping in and out as his other hand squeezed her tit and pinched her nipped. Tried not to think if he was pushing into her from behind because he was imagining someone else’s face. The confusion turned to a twisted sort of pain and hurt and rage that needed an outlet. Defiance against her situation. She couldn’t do anything outside the walls of their house and her frustration was tearing her up. She was a fox with its foot caught in a trap, snapping and snarling at whatever she could but unable to do anything. She pulled away, feeling him slip out of her, and shoved him onto his back. Joel let out a small grunt at the hard push, but she didn’t care as she climbed on top of him, watching the small bit of confusion in his eyes. He knew something was off, but didn’t stop her. Let her take what she needed. She had to feel some ounce of control. So she rode him hard, nothing gentle to the way she rose and fell on him, sweat coating her skin and panting. There was no rhythm to it, only primal need and hurt carrying her movements. He sat up, brows furrowed and not keen on the distance of laying back, the angle changing enough she groaned. His hand caressed her neck softly in contrast to her harsh movements and the small tattooed stars on her collarbone he was always infatuated with. Almost as if he was trying to bring that version of her back to herself. But she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to give him an ounce of control over her, show him he could affect her at all. Because that meant someone else had the power to hurt her. Twisting her fingers in his curls tightly, she crushed her lips to his to avoid his searching eyes, swallowing every sound he made from the pleasure of their jutting hips. Her nails scraped along his scalp and into his shoulder hard enough she knew there would be red lines in the morning. He was letting himself be distracted, giving in, snapping his hips into hers equally rough with arms a tight band around her middle and holding her to his chest. They were wrapped around each other. For once there wasn’t the coaxing sound of his urgings as he drew her moans from her usually quiet throat, his praise at how good she was for him and how she felt. He was silent in the face of her aggression and she wasn’t sure how to feel, trying desperately to chase that control and release of her emotions. Her lips left his swollen and bruised and she pressed open mouth kisses onto the hard muscle of his shoulder as the pace became a mess. It wasn’t about her orgasm at that moment. She wanted to make him come, drag it from him like a trophy. Show him exactly what she could do to him. And when he did find his release, the hot spend of his arousal filling her, she bit down hard into the skin of his neck making him groan harder and dig his fingers into her skin. He tasted like sweat and salt and the earthy air from working outside. She didn’t come, didn’t mention it or even want it, only held him tightly as he came down from the high and slid his hand over her naked back. His grip was a little harder and she kept her face tucked into his neck when he tried to meet her eyes. They went to bed without any discussion, him holding her to his chest while her eyes stared into the darkness longer, listening to his breaths. The sound of knocking in the early morning woke them up. She heard Joel curse and throw on pants and a flannel, not bothering to button it up before lumbering down the stairs. Sleep beckoned to pull her back under, breasts pressed into the cool sheets and covers slid down from Joel leaving. It was usually Tommy, up early and taking care of things or letting him know of any problems. But she paused at the distinctly female voice she heard. A few minutes later Joel came back into the room and began to dress fully. She bit her lip, watching him from where her face was shoved into the pillow, brows furrowed. Boots, jacket, holster, gun. Everything signs he was leaving the walls. He looked at her after snapping in his gun and paused when he noticed she was awake and staring, two large unblinking eyes watching him from behind her arms. Joel hesitated in the darkness, contemplating, almost guilty. It was supposed to be his day off. Yet here he was, racing off. “Harper said one of the guys is sick and they’re short one so I’m gonna go help out with morning patrol,” he explained and nodded to himself, thumbs in his belt. A reasonable excuse. She wondered if he hadn’t noticed she was awake would he have left without telling her? But still, she said nothing and tucked her face back into the pillow, exhausted and a little sad and drowning in her own deteriorating self-esteem and doubt. A few moments later, she ignored the trail of his fingers on her naked back, soft and apologetic, before he left the room. Most of the time it was Tommy asking him to fill in. He didn’t say yes often and would tell him to shove it before going back to their bed. But Harper had asked this time and she felt her hackles raise at the fact she’d come to their house. To ask him specifically. And he’s been quick to say yes.

These feelings weren’t something she knew how to process or handle. Who the fuck handled being jealous of all things in the apocalypse? It was ridiculous, but settling in Jackson had allowed those things to creep in. She became aware of all she lacked and all she couldn’t handle and how other people didn’t have the same issues as her. She let her instincts guide her. The kennels became her home. She knew when Joel was home and avoided him, knowing that if she didn’t see him with Harper then it wouldn’t hurt as much versus death by a thousand cuts. She knew better than to try and sleep in the downstairs room, he’d only find her and yell at her to go upstairs, so she went to bed early or late. Asleep before he would show up or waiting until he was sleeping himself. Ellie followed her around when she wasn’t going to classes or helping out where she could. The girl never asked directly what was wrong, but she knew something was up. There was worry in her eyes and she would ask for help with inane tasks, trying to lure her home like luring a frightened dog home with a treat. She didn’t want to worry or hurt her, but the feelings were choking her and she didn’t know how to cope. Some nights, she missed her sister and having someone to walk her through it all. Annie had been so much smarter than her despite her young age. She understood the world better, was sassy like Ellie, and could read people so well. Unlike her who was gullible back then and immensely naive, unsure and anxious constantly. Book smart, but not much else. But Annie was gone along with that version of her.

Sometimes she’d feel Joel inching closer to her in the bed, hands ghosting over her shoulder or brushing through her hair when he thought she was asleep. His lips brushing her skin. Never pushing, far too patient.

When he left for morning patrol, she pretended to stay asleep. Harper would be in his group and when that happened, she liked to wait outside the house for him. The kennels welcomed her and she spent time with each dog, shoving her face into their necks and running her hands over their fluffy coats. She checked on the puppies and weighed them all, walking Maggie so she could get a break from the squirming things. She even spent time with the older dogs, taken off duty, making sure they got attention and massaged their joints and hugged them in her lap. Her brain made backup plans. If Joel asked her to leave the house, she could set up a cot in the kennels and stay there. There was even a small converted garage she could live in if she needed to. If they asked her to leave, she could go north and stay within distance enough she could visit Ellie often enough. Maybe set up a radio code similar to what Joel had told her about their friends Bill and Frank so she could set meet up spots. The latter was more likely. People only put up with her because of Joel and if he chose Harper then there wasn’t any reason to keep her in Jackson to them. Ellie would have guardians, she wasn’t necessary.

Hours passed while she cared for the dogs. She skipped breakfast and lunch, choosing instead to spend time training them or napping with the senior dogs in their pens.

It was mid-day when the doors opened and she heard footsteps enter. They weren’t familiar and her body stiffened instantly, shutting the pen door behind her as she exited Maggie’s enclosure. Sometimes it was one of the patrols, coming to switch out the dogs, but they didn’t always take them out unless someone was spotted and none had been taken that day. Her heart thudded even louder when she saw who it was, Harper’s smile a little too tight as she made eye contact. In all the times since the newcomer had joined Jackson, she’d never been alone with the woman. Now she didn’t like the lack of a buffer, the way her focus took in every inch of her. But in the same way, the cracks in her mask were showing. What had seemed gentle in the lines of her face were now condescending, mocking, ingenuine. Her lips were stretched thin in almost a sneer and those blue eyes were hard. Oh. She could see the game then, the cunning analyzing way this woman looked at her. She was right. Harper was a survivor, was so very smart, and was also willing to do whatever to get her way. You don’t survive this long by being sweet and kind and caring. You had to be ugly sometimes, but Harper had gotten good at hiding that ugliness from the right people. There was no reason to hide it from her though.

The woman stepped further in and walked towards her languidly, trailing her hands along the stable doors. Her exit was cut off, having to move around the woman to leave, and she began to see the situation for what it was. A standoff. A fight. Her teeth were grinding, nails sinking into her palm if only to inflict some kind of violence to keep herself in check.

Harper smiled, faux kindness painted on her lips, “They told me about you, warned me to be careful around you, and all the problems you’ve been having. They told me how you’re on your last leg here.” She paused and the smile widened, “You should just go and save everyone the trouble. Ellie’s doing great here and from what Joel has told me, he’s enjoying having his brother back and this new settlement life. If you really care about them, you’d realize you’re holding them back.”

Her blood was boiling, rage roaring through her head at Harper’s gall to mention her people, and she growled, “And you’re so worried about them, right? Concerned citizen?”

“Joel has been through a lot,” Harper spat out and she wanted to snap her teeth as if she didn’t fucking know, “He shouldn’t have to worry about some woman messing things up and getting them kicked out.” Some woman, as if that was all she was. The words were spit out of her mouth like they were covered in grime and blood. She didn’t even bother to hide what she meant. The words were all there, the implication that the man had opened up to her, told her about his life and what they’d been through, and his feelings regarding this new chapter. Things he hadn’t told her yet, too busy trying to douse fires and help her get settled.

Cleaning up her messes.

With a clenched jaw, holding in the hurt and the anger to keep from showing the damage, she bent down and grabbed her bag to try and leave. There was no winning in this sense because she was right and she’d never been good with words. Better to get out of there, go somewhere else before the damage took hold and would start to fester, “Your concern is noted.” Moving to go around her and leave, Harper stepped in her path, shoulders straight and spine rigid with her chest puffed out, “It’s not just for them. This is a civilized place.” And you’re not that went unsaid, “Why don’t you do everyone a favor and go? They’ll be fine and happy. No one has to worry if you’re gonna freak out and kill someone and you can finally roam the forests and be back home.”

She was so close she could smell the trees and wind on her, the slight hint of sweat from the horse. Too close. Close enough she could wrap her teeth into her flesh and bite and rip. Too tempting.

“Or you can get the fuck out of my face?” she hissed with her teeth bared. It was all rising, the urge to hurt her. She’d hurt so many people for less and it would feel so good to break her knuckles open on her mouth, to hear the cartilage in her nose crack. But her smile turned smug and she only pressed in, almost chest to chest, and using her few inches of height to look down at her, “Or what? What can you do? They’ll kick you out and do you really think Joel would be on your side if you hurt me?” That made her hesitate. Because she wasn’t sure. With the other women, the men and their obvious disdain for her, yes he would defend her. But this new person who was like a merging of all he liked? Tough but good with people and pretty and able to hold her own, someone he trusted at his back. Would he defend her? Harper sensed that hesitation and, before she could blink, took advantage and shoved her back. She stumbled, losing ground, so aware she was trapped. The fox with its leg in a noose, all over again. Fighting would give her exactly what she wanted. Not fighting back made her weak, someone to trample on. Someone too weak to live.

“Come on. Settlement life make you lose your bite or are the rumors hot air?” Harper hissed and shoved her again. Her instincts were screaming to fight, to shove her back, grab her knife, or use her fists. Beat her teeth in and make her swallow each one to the point she could only eat soup until she choked on it. But that hanging threat was there like a guillotine, Tommy’s voice saying Maria was considering kicking her out.

Joel asking her to try.

So she did nothing. She clenched her fists and bit her tongue until blood coated it. And when Harper threw a punch, snapping her head to the side, she still did nothing.

Shame and anger and resentment bloomed in her chest and the small taste of blood grew until she could feel a steady trickle down her throat as her nose took the brunt of the damage. She’d killed so many people for simply touching something of hers, looking at her, had done awful things to protect herself and her two people, and yet she would take this if it meant keeping them safe and happy. But it felt so much like losing to just let it happen.

“Can’t do anything, can you?” Harper chuckled, “They don’t need you, ya know that? You’re baggage. Joel and Ellie’s lives would be so much easier without you dragging them down-” “The fuck you just say to her?” The moment the deep voice snarled through the kennel, she saw Harper freeze. It came from the open doorway and she watched as the sneer on her face morphed into surprise and then tried to turn soft, apologetic. Fake. They both turned and watched as Joel entered the kennel, lips twisted into a hard frown and brow shading his eyes. He was looking at the woman differently now. Like an outsider or a threat. She could see the subtle fear and discomfort swim to the surface under that gaze. The game was up. Mask invisible. “Joel-” “Not another word. You shut your fucking mouth,” he snarled and Harper shrunk in response. She watched it all with a disconnect, feeling the blood slide down her lips and into her mouth. There was no relief at his appearance. Shame was still a heavy blanket on her shoulders at him finding her cowed.

With a gulp, Harper’s gaze swung between the two and she slid away, scurrying around him and towards the exit. But not before he called out, “If you say a goddamn word to her ever again, I’ll let her finish what you started and swear before the whole town that you deserved every bit of what she does to you. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get punished for a single fucking thing.” The threat was there but not from him. No, even catching them with her own blood smeared across her face, he knew she could do the damage herself unrestrained and untethered. That this moment was a special circumstance because what she could do was far worse than what he would. Harper ran and didn’t look back. Silence took over between them, tension thick enough the dogs whined and pawed at their pen doors. She stood stiff and unmoving, eyes not meeting his but looking off into the darkness. He was the first to break the silence. “Why didn’t you fight back?” Joel asked, a growl still in his voice but not towards her. She smiled humorlessly, hands on her hips and staring down at the door floor. Her blood was speckled on the ground, “Because I’m trying.”

Joel scoffed and stepped more into the room, grabbing her chin until she looked up at him. From his back pocket, he pulled out a rag and gently began to wipe the blood from her face, “Trying to do what? Be a punching bag?” Blood was in her throat when she swallowed, heart beating a little louder at his touch, but she continued to avoid his gaze, “Integrate.” He paused at the word, his thumb rubbing the edge of her jaw compulsively. Then his grip tightened and he turned her forcefully to meet his gaze. Joel’s eyes were hard and lips pressed thin with anger but also regret and frustration, “I don’t give a shit if we’re integrating or whatever. Someone gives you shit, lays a hand on you, fuck even makes you feel like you don’t belong with us then you knock their fucking teeth in.” She swallowed as he all but snarled the words at her, his fingers so tight on her skin, but he continued, “Settling down here doesn’t mean I want you to become a doormat and I’ll argue with Maria until I’m fucking blue over that. They start shit? Then you sure as fuck finish it.” Her teeth clenched and she felt the sharp coppery tang of the blood still in her mouth, “They’ll kick me out-” “No, they won’t,” he hissed angrily, “I fucking mean it, Red. I don’t want you softening for our sake if it means people try to make you feel like shit. Your place is here with us. No one is going to get between us, I can assure you that.” “She wasn’t wrong,” she replied softly as if saying it out loud was exposing an open nerve, exposing her insecurity to him, “I’m baggage. She could take care of herself and you and Ellie. She can cook and watch your back and gets along with people. I can’t do that-” “Stop,” he ground out, “I’m not that easy. Jesus, I’m not going to chase after the first woman that can hold a gun and make me a fucking pie.” Despite his hard words, he still gently wiped her face clean, taking such care in checking her over and making sure she was okay. It was almost too much, “Give yourself some credit, Starshine-” “You spent a lot of time with her,” the words were like ripping open her skin, bitter and stupid and raw as they spilled out of the wound, “She’s…from Austin and…you laughed and smiled with her. You just seemed happier around her.” Joel paused and pulled back a little to fully take in her expression and what was at play. She could see the moment he saw her, really saw her no matter how hard she was trying to hide her feelings. The insecurity. The jealousy. Everything she had struggled with. He chewed his lip and nodded, brow furrowing a bit harder, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize what she wanted or how she was making you feel. But you’re fucking stupid if you think I wouldn’t turn her ass down in a second.” The words weren’t gentle or soft, but they were said as a fact. The simplest fact that Joel would never choose Harper. That he wasn’t actively pursuing that. And it worked. She felt the tightness in her shoulders ease a bit as he pulled her forward into his embrace, pressing a kiss against her forehead. Her fingers dug into his back, gripping the worn denim fabric of his shirt tightly and she couldn’t help but sigh into his embrace. Home. It felt like home and comfort and everything she had felt she was missing. Breathing him in, she mumbled against his chest, “She’s probably going to complain next time you have patrol with her.” “She’s not going to be on patrol with me,” he murmured into her ear, pulling back to sweep her messy hair behind her ears, “I’m gonna make sure she works exactly where she belongs. On shit duty.” “You don’t have to. You don’t have to come to my rescue,” she argued albeit weakly. “Oh I’m not,” Joel chuckled, lips turning up into a smirk, “This is all for me. No one insults what’s mine.” She looked at him, brow furrowed at the words, mind trying to process them. But she didn’t get very far before his lips were on hers, kissing her hard and tugging her back flush against his body so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her. Her nails dug into his skin, teeth tugging on his bottom lip, while his hands kneaded the soft curves of her ass, pressing the hard front of his jeans into her stomach. He groaned into her mouth and pulled away enough to speak against her lips, grip on her still tight, “Let’s get back home so I can fuck you so hard you’ll stop doubting yourself.” She chuckled, wanting to argue that that was a hard promise to keep, but he was already dragging her out of the kennels and into the darkening streets as the sun began to lower. True to his word, Harper found herself with a brand new post going forward. Tommy didn’t mention the reason why to her, didn’t pull her aside and question her over what happened. Ellie didn’t even mention her bruised nose. Whatever Joel had told them was enough. The woman went out of her way to avoid going anywhere near any of them going forward, even straight turning in the opposite direction when she saw them and eventually coming off patrol duty all together. She tried not to feel satisfied at that. Tried not to feel more at ease or proud of herself when Maria told her she was doing a damn good job with the kennels and asked if she wanted to take on more duties, almost cementing that she wasn’t going to be asked to leave. Joel and Ellie did that for her, celebrating every small win and reminding her exactly where she belonged. With them. _________________________________________ Taglist: @alouise20 @faceache111 @hawsx3 @taxidriversainz @iluvbunnyhops @mrfitzdarcyslover @emlovesya @agent007knight @spaacerabbit @namgification @wonwoosthetic @wxnderingthoughts @sagggy @escaping-reality8

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This is Epilogue: Pt II for my fic Look for the Light but can be read as a standalone. I was not done writing sappy POV’s from Joel. He deserves to be happy, and I wanted it to be super romantic because I just love soft Joel so much 🥹 Joel on his wedding day is so OMG, I cried writing it 😭🥹🥰 (18+ Only)

Inspired by the one and only TS ✨

Joel’s POV

The summer came to an end as the hint of fall brushed over Jackson. Hot summer days turned into breezier autumn evenings. Deep orange, red, and golden colors encased the leaves as the crisp scent of October entwined with the end of September.

It was now September 28. Your wedding day. The one year anniversary of when you met the love of your life, Alyson Harper. The day your entire life changed forever. Because of her. Your special, sweet girl.

You were standing in the middle of the flower field that you planted for her. Deep purples surrounded you as the lilacs and violets swayed in the cool breeze, the afternoon sun rays shining down, making the flowers almost glisten in the warmth. Maria, Dina, Jesse, and a few other folks from town sat in the audience in white wooden chairs, patiently waiting to see you marry the girl of your dreams. Tommy was standing behind you, the wedding officiant, just waiting to marry you off. Who better to do it than your brother.

Ellie stood off to the side in her baggy jeans and Converse shoes as she twirled the rings in her hands carefully. You weren’t going to force her to put on anything fancy. In fact, you told everyone to just dress casual. Except you. You had to look nice today because today was the most important day of your life, and you wanted to impress Aly.

As you stood waiting, you fidgeted with your hands and tried to stop the nerves that raced through your body. You put one of your hands inside the pocket of your slick, black dress pants and pulled on your black tie that was pressed against your button-up white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

“Joel, stop fidgeting,” Ellie whispered to you in a harsh voice.

“Can’t help it,” you answered back as sweat covered the inside of your fisted palm.

“Just try to keep it cool. Aly’s about to be here. You’re fine. You look good so stop worrying. She’s gonna say yes,” she said with a small laugh.

Aly. You couldn’t wait to see her, couldn’t wait to officially call her yours.

You ran a hand through your slicked back hair nervously and brought it down to your mouth as you raked it through your scruff. You still couldn’t believe this day was happening. You were going to marry the love of your life.

Out of the corner of your eye, a ray of white caught your attention. You flicked your eyes up and gasped at the angelic beauty that was coming closer to you. You saw Aly walking towards you as she made her way through the thick brush of violets. Your heart stopped and your eyes went wide as your mouth dropped open at the vision that stood in front of you.

She was a ray of sunshine. An angelic presence that was sent down from Heaven just for you. And she was exceptionally beautiful. Your perfect treasure.

Your eyes slid over her as you took in her entirety. She was wearing a long, white satin dress that flowed effortlessly down to the ground. The thin, satin straps across her shoulders barely kissed her skin, and the whimsical material shined against the sunlight. Her hair was in long, flowing waves with lilacs attached to her waterfall braid. She was holding a small bouquet full of purple lilacs spilling over the sides, effortlessly gorgeous.

Her face was glowing as she smiled up at you with her deep red lips, blushing crimson as she walked up to you slowly through the crowd. Her vibrant blue eyes were staring intensely at you as those beautiful sapphires knocked the wind out of you. She looked just like an angel. She was an angel. Your angel.

You felt dizzy and disoriented as you watched her walk up right in front of you as you took her hand and brought her next to you, slowly turning to face her head on.

She was so goddamn beautiful. A perfect, delicate lilac that stood out amongst all the rest of the flowers. A flower that would never wilt or fade, not when she was with you. Because you’d keep her alive and thriving from the love and care you would forever give her. Your perfect, rare lilac.

“Hi,” she said nervously as she bit her lip, staring up into your awestruck face.

“Hi.” You gulped, looking at the stunning girl in front of you. “You look breathtaking, darlin’,” you breathed out as you drank in her beauty, barely able to keep your mouth closed.

She blushed and smiled up at you. “And you look so handsome, my love.”

My love. You’d never get tired of hearing that.

“You two ready?” Tommy asked.

The two of you nodded as the short ceremony began. Tommy started off by saying a quick introduction and got to the important part quickly. He read a few lines from a piece of paper, and then you said your confessions of love to each other, devoting yourselves to one another entirely.

Aly’s words sounded like a sweet melody as it carried through the wind. Saying how much she loved you and how she’d forever take care of you in sickness and in health, promising forever and pouring her heart out to you.

“Joel, my love, my favorite person. I can’t put into words how much you mean to me. You are truly the best man I have ever met. You’ve been so careful with me, so loving. You’re the only man for me. And I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Because you saved me, in more ways than one. You are my everything. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you,” she smiled as a tear fell down her face. You caught it just in time as you wiped it away with your thumb and caressed her cheek lovingly as you stared at her with admiration.

You leaked a few tears listening to her and quickly wiped them away as you said your speech next, promising forever and always to the love of your life in front of you, being completely vulnerable as your heart was now hers.

“Alyson, my love, my light. Thank you for loving me, for showing me what patience and selflessness was. You’ve changed me, showed me what it was like to live again. You pulled me out of the darkness and have been nothing but a ray of sunshine that never lets me fade away. You are the absolute love of my life. And I’m going to spend every day of my life showing you just how much you mean to me. Thank you for showing up to the Boston QZ, for I would be utterly lost without you. My love, my precious lilac. I love you,” you said with tears filling your eyes. Aly cupped your face and ran her fingers through your scruff, her blue, watery eyes beaming with love.

Ellie took the lilac bouquet from Aly and handed the rings to you as she went to find a seat, watching the two of you exchange them as you slowly slid the purple diamond ring onto Aly’s finger. She took the gold band from your palm and slid it on your left finger, promising herself to you.

“Aly, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Tommy asked as he flashed a smile to Aly.

“I do,” she responded as she looked up at you with a huge grin on her face.

“And Joel, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“You’re damn right I do,” you said energetically as Aly quietly laughed at you.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” Tommy announced excitedly.

“C’mere, baby,” you said as you pulled Aly to you, dipping her back in your arms as you leaned down and kissed her passionately, staying in her embrace for as long as you could.

The crowd erupted into loud applause as you pulled Aly back up and took her hand in yours. You placed your forehead on hers as you smiled down at her, giving her your best smile.

“Everyone, please welcome the newly wed Mr. And Mrs. Miller!” Tommy cheered as he loudly clapped behind you, the rest of the audience following after him.

“How ‘bout that? I can finally call you Mrs. Miller. My wife. Mine.” You were beaming from the inside as your chest felt like it was about to come out of your throat. You’d never been this happy before in your life.

“I could listen to you say that all day long,” she lulled gently against your ear as she grazed her hand through your scruff, sending electric vibrations through you.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” You took her by the hand and led her through the crowd as the wind whipped gently across your face and carried over Aly’s silky dress, blowing up the ends of it just faintly.

You nodded at Tommy and waved goodbye to everyone else. It was time to go home. With your wife. Time for that honeymoon phase to kick in. Ellie was staying at Dina’s for the next week so you had plenty of alone time with Aly. And that was good because you were about to christen the entire house with her. Consummating and making sweet love to the love of your life in your forever home.

You lifted Aly up on Shimmer and sat her down sidesaddle. You hoisted yourself up and got into position on the saddle and then you pulled Aly to you, placing your arms around her and kissing her head gently.

“You ready to go back home?” You grazed your lips down her face and softly kissed her cheek.

“I’m already home. Home is where you are. That’s where my heart burns.” She smiled up at you and ran her fingers gently through your scruff in an affectionate way, making your heart quake with desire.

Home. She said home is where you are. And that made you want to completely surrender all of yourself to her. But you already had. You were hers, devoted and unwavering. Forever and always. Hers.

“I love you, my morningstar. My sweet girl.” You kissed her softly on the lips as you pulled her face to you as you tasted cherries and sugar, breathing in her deep lilac scent. Completely drowning in her already. “Let’s go home. So I can make love to my wife.”

She beamed up at you as you brushed your lips over hers again, then you took the reins and sent Shimmer on her way. She galloped through the lilacs and violets, sending a burst of fresh floral scents through your nose. You kept Aly close to your chest as you kept one hand running along her arm. Your fingers sliding up and down her as you breathed in her intoxicating lilac smell. You would never, ever get tired of this. Never tired of her. Never tired of holding her in your arms. You would keep her there forever. Till death do us part.

When you got back to the house, you carried Aly in bridal style as you slammed the door and crossed the living room threshold, you and Aly laughing together in sync. You climbed up the narrow steps and went straight into the bedroom where you set her down gently on the bed.

“Can you believe it? We have the whole house to ourselves for an entire week!” Aly gleamed as she kicked off her heels and kept a hand tightly in yours.

“We’re gonna need an entire week ‘cause I’m gonna make love to ya on every square surface of this house,” you stated adamantly.

“Oh, is that right?” she asked as she laughed, sending a beautiful smile your way.

“Mhm,” you answered as you kneeled down in front of her and placed your hands on her thighs, on the silky white material of her wedding dress.

Aly ran her fingers through your slicked back hair, making some of your curls become disheveled. You groaned at her touch as her other hand hooked around your neck, pulling your face up to meet her lips as she leaned down and kissed you softly. Her lips were silklike. Creamy and glossy. And she tasted like summer.

When you pulled apart, you hooked a finger under her thin strap and tugged it down her arm, doing the same to the other. You slowly skimmed it down her body and let it drop to the floor, leaving her only in a white, lacy pair of underwear.

You trailed your eyes up and down her body slowly, committing to memory the picture of your perfect girl. Your gorgeous wife. Yours.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you said, gawking at the angelic vision in front of you.

She blushed and grabbed your tie, pulling you to her. She slowly untied your tie and threw it to the ground, carefully unbuttoning your white shirt and then pulling it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

She ran a hand meticulously over your chest, gliding it all the way down to your belt as she unhooked it from the belt loops, guiding her hand to your zipper as she unzipped your pants and slid them down to the floor, leaving you only in your boxers.

“Joel…my husband, my darling.” She ran a hand over your scruff as you placed your hand on top of hers, leaning into her as you enjoyed the warmth of her touch.

“I like the sound of that. You callin’ me your husband.” You smiled at her and leaned your weight into her as you pulled her to the edge of the bed, where you could reach every part of her.

“My sweet husband…” she purred, sending waves of warmth into your chest, feeling like your heart was illuminating for the entire town to see.

“Oh, my sweet lilac. My gentle girl.” You placed a kiss gently on each cheek, then one on her soft lips, then down to her neck, sucking and nipping the further you went. She let out a soft moan as you found that sensitive spot on her neck that always got her.

Her hand explored the back of your neck as you went down lower, ghosting over her breasts with your hot breath blowing on them, making them pebble right before you. You leisurely ran your tongue over each, feeling them harden as she twisted her fingers into your messy curls.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna make sweet love to my wife, Mrs. Miller,” you groaned low from your throat.

“Please,” she begged.

You teased at the waistband of her lacy underwear, her entire front already sopping wet underneath for you. Your eyes started to dilate as you felt your pupils expanding, turning darker. A burning hunger started in your throat and traveled down to your lower regions as you felt yourself start to harden. Wanting to bury yourself in her for hours. Wanting to feel her walls constrict and tighten as you made her come for you again and again.

You lifted her leg over your shoulder and started to kiss her ankle, her calf, her inner thigh unhurriedly. Wanting to tease until she was so wet that she couldn’t stand it. You wanted to lap her up and savor the sweet flavor on your tongue as you got lost in her.

You moved to her clothed center carefully as you placed a kiss on her drenched lace. You could feel a wave of slick drip down, and it just turned you on even more.

“Joel, please…” she begged, bucking her hips up in the air, trying to get some release from the tension.

“Don’t worry, baby. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna make you feel so good.” You ran your thumb up her center, putting pressure right where her clit was. She groaned as you hit that sweet spot.

“Already so wet for me, sweetheart,” you praised, hooking your fingers over the lacy edges and pulling them down as you dragged them to the floor. You got in between her legs and pushed her thighs apart, getting in position to drink her down.

“This what you want? Want me to kiss you here?” you asked as you planted your lips against her wetness, smelling the sweet arousal pooling at her insides.

“Mmm yes, please,” she groaned. “Want your tongue, your fingers, your everything,” she breathed out in rushed breaths.

“Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give you everything. Gonna give you my all.”

You smirked up at her and then licked all the way from her dripping hole to the top of her folds. She dropped back on her elbows and watched you devour her nice and slow. You spread her folds and connected with her clit as you flicked meticulous circles around her, pulling her into your mouth as you sucked on her gently, sending pulsing vibrations through her body.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, please. Keep going,” she gasped out.

“I’m not gonna stop, darlin’. Gonna make you come so hard your legs will be shaking and squeezing around me,” you teased as you plunged two fingers inside her, hooking them just enough so you could hit that sweet spongy spot that drove Aly crazy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as she squeezed her legs around you tightly.

You gave her your best smoldering eyes and continued. “Eyes on me love, that’s it. Such a good girl,” you purred as you brought your tongue back to her clit, gently massaging her most sensitive spots as another shot of slick ran down her dripping hole.

“Joel, I’m gonna…I’m about to…” she whined, squeezing her legs even tighter around your back.

“Let go, baby. Come for me,” you cooed. And that’s exactly what she did. She clenched around your fingers and then relaxed, opening up the flood gates as her slick went everywhere. Her moan was loud and desperate, and when she called your name it sounded like angelic music to your ears.

You lapped up every bit with your tongue and praised her, gently massaging her thighs with your hands, easing her from her orgasm. “Such a good girl. Did so good for me, sweetheart.”

She slowly sat up and reached for you as she tugged on the waistband of your boxers. You lifted an eyebrow in question of what she wanted. “Need you, please,” she begged.

“Such a needy girl,” you laughed. “You want me?”

“Yes, I want you. All of you, my husband,” she purred. She was smoldering the dark blues of her eyes at you, showing you just how much she needed you, and you about came undone at the sight.

She pulled down your boxers as your erection sprang free of its constricts, planting firmly against the base of your stomach. She reached up and softly stroked you back and forth, up and down, spreading your precum down your entire length. Her hands were like magic as heat started building at the base of your spine.

She leaned forward and slowly licked at the tip, swirling her tongue in all the sensitive places as she hit every single one. A low groan sounded from your throat as she took you in deeper in her throat as her head began to bob up and down, slow and steady, making that gagging sound as she took you as far as she could.

“Christ, feels so good, baby. Fuck,” you growled as she released you from her mouth. She tugged up and down as you heard the slick noises from her hands melt in with the stickiness of you.

Another bead of precum spilled down and mixed in with the rest of your slick, messy cock. You took her hand and stopped her as you gently backed her down on the bed, slowly spreading her thighs as you inched your way in between them, nuzzling your scruff against her neck, slowly kissing up and down her collar bone.

“Gonna make love to ya now, my sweet girl,” you whispered. “My angel.” You kissed her again, making your way up her neck and tugging on her soft earlobe. “My love.”

You ghosted your lips over her soft skin and to her mouth, gently kissing her as you brought your tip right against her folds. “My precious lilac.” You plunged your length into her and started nice and slow, pumping in and out as her walls clenched around you.

She bit her lip and wrapped her legs around your back, caging you into her as she reached up and raked her fingers through your tousled curls. And it felt so fucking good that you wanted to get lost in her, let her run her gentle fingers through your hair all night long.

You sped up your tempo and bottomed out in her as she whined and took her other hand and scratched it down your back, sinking her nails into you. And fuck it felt amazing.

You thrusted in and out of her, reaching that soft, spongy spot over and over as she moaned your name, squeezing her legs tighter around you as you knew she was almost there. So close for you.

“Let go, baby. C’mon. Here, let me help,” you cooed.

You took your thumb and pressed it hard over her clit, drawing tiny circles at just the right pressure as you felt her walls clench up around you.

“Fuck, darlin’. Squeezin’ me so tight, feels so good,” you groaned as you continued thrusting in and out, hitting that spongy area, and working at her clit meticulously.

“Joel, fuck, I…” she moaned as her eyes were fixed intently on you. Those dazzling, deep blues. The way she was looking at you was so intense, so loving. You swear you could see galaxies in those sparkling eyes. Could even see your own reflection in her eyes as she pined for you, burned for you, loved you.

“Go on, darlin’. Come for me, love,” you encouraged her softly.

One more press to her clit and she was done for. Her walls tightened up around you and then released as white slick coated your cock, dripping down the insides of her thighs.

“God, I love you,” you groaned as you cupped her face and kissed her passionately as you picked up your tempo and thrusted faster, harder into her.

“I love you, Joel,” she whispered against your lips. And that was it. That’s what made you come undone.

“Fuck, Alyson…” you growled as your jaw clenched tight. Your breath hitched as you thrusted once more and then spilled all of you inside her, feeling your seed fill up her tight walls as you stayed inside her for just a few more seconds. As you slowly slid out, you felt your seed spill out all over her thighs as the white, sticky substance coated over her.

You grabbed the closest thing you could find which was your boxers and cleaned her off, gently wiping all the slick from her thighs and center. You threw them over the edge of the bed and plopped down beside her on the mattress in exhaustion, pulling her to your chest as you took your hand and gently caressed her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss.

Her lips felt as soft as a rose petal, tasted like sugar and honey, something you wanted to drink down, consume for eternity. “Alyson, baby, I love you. I wish I could paint your eyes in the stars so I could stare across the ocean and still see those beautiful blue eyes. They’re like galaxies, and I can see my future etched in every single star. Your heart and mine entwined together, forever,” you hummed out as you tucked a brunette wave behind her ear.

She was looking at you with the most serene, loving expression you ever saw as her eyes sparkled and watered. “Joel Miller, my love, that has got to be one of the most romantic things you have ever said to me.” She smiled and kissed you again as she crawled on top of your chest and leaned on you, her eyes staring longingly into your soul, making your heart beat that much more for her.

“What can I say, darlin’. You bring out the soft side of me. I’m so immensely in love with you. Just call me a hopeless romantic now. Never been one until I found you. Then you changed me. Showed me what true love looked like. And it’s you. You’re the complete picture of love, and I’ll continue to show you every single day how deeply and desperately I am in love with you. My sweet girl.”

You brushed a tear away from your eyes and then caught a falling tear from Aly’s eye, gently caressing her cheek slowly. There was so much love in the room that your heart was nearly bursting at the seams. Tugging on you so hard, telling you that you were so in love. Because you were. You were in love with your wife. Your lover. Alyson Miller. That beautiful, delicate lilac that you’d love and cherish forever.

“Joel Miller, my husband. I love you, and I will forever love you,” she whispered as she planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Alyson Miller, my wife, my sweet girl. From this day forward, you are my forever. My best friend, my partner, my one true love. And I’ll spend the rest of my days fully loving you and protecting you. You have made me the happiest man in the world, and I am so lucky that you chose me. My sweet, beautiful girl. My favorite lilac.”

You spent the rest of the night consummating your love and christening the entire bedroom, ending the night with her in your arms as you soothingly ran a hand up and down her back as she slept soundly wrapped up in your side with her head against your chest.

You languidly stroked her waves as your fingers ran up and down her scalp, breathing in that fresh lilac scent that fully intoxicated you. You laid there thinking how lucky you got, how absolutely blessed and fortunate you were. You got the girl of your dreams, the one thing that had been missing in your life all along.

It was her. Alyson. Your wife. The love of your life. She was your forever and always, your constant, your future, your everything. And you loved her. You loved her with every breath in your body. For she was an ocean of love, and you’d forevermore drown in her. Drinking in all her ecstasy as you intertwined with her soothing waves, crashing all your love into her. Just two souls colliding into one for eternity, never letting the other disappear into the dark abyss of the waters. You’d keep each other in the light.

Alyson was your light, your way home. She was your home.

Your love, your peace, your ray of sunshine.

And now, your wife.

Forevermore.

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DACC Lists Fall President's & Honors Students

Danville Area Community College has released a list of its honor students for the Fall 2022 Semester. A student must carry 12 or more credit hours and a straight A (4.0) average on a 4.0 scale to be included on the President’s List. To be included on the Honors List, a student must carry 12 or more credit hours and have a B+ (3.5) grade point average on a 4.0 scale.

Danville Area Community College Fall 2022 President’s & Honors Lists

Danville Area Community College PRESIDENT’S LIST – FALL 2022

Alvin, IL

Nicholas Garmon.

Armstrong, IL

Olivia Logue.

Bismarck, IL

Allison Bostwick, Ryan Bostwick, Dianne Trimble.

Bloomington, IL

Brennon Reed.

Catlin, IL

Jaiden Baum, Holden Dunavan, Joseph Kedas, Kylee Pate, Rebecca Rogers, Monica Vasquez.

Chicago, IL

Lauren Crawley.

Chrisman, IL

Lindsey Franz.

Covington, IN

Alyssa Cheuvront, Margo Galloway, Hailynn Herzog, Briley Peyton, Alexandra VanVickle.

Danville, IL

Noah Acree, Wariya Alhassan, Gracie Arnett, Amber Atkinson, Xitlally Bonilla, Jasmine Brown, Ne'Kedra Cain, Devontay Carpenter, Rowan Clawson, Jeremiah Cooper, Isabella Courson, Brandon Cox, Mariela Cruz, Debra Cummings, Joel Cundiff, Olivia Edgington, Robin Farr, Brenda Fisher, Nicholas Fuentes, Teagyn Goodwin, Meghan Gross, Logan Hall, Marlee Harper, Jadyn Hess, Lindsey Janssen, Tamara Jimson, Josephine Kamwela, Christopher La Combe, Trenton Lewis, Layla Martinez, Kalia Mason, Ashlynn Pinnick, Ethan Rayburn, Chelsea Reeves, Kearby Robinson, Vivianna Ruffo, Veronica Sasseen, Yoo Bin Seo, Maxeen Smart, Shania Smith, Maria Sobany Bosch, Frederick Soderstrom, Elmonia Taylor, Lewis Towne, Kayce Wagle, Charlene Walsh, Grace Ward, Donald Wills, Mia Yant.

East Lynn, IL

Abigail Walder.

Evansville, IN

Matthew Bunnell.

Fithian, IL

Codey McMahon.

Georgetown, IL

Jacob Maskel, Hunter Way.

Hillsboro, IN

Lauren Highland.

Hoopeston, IL

Charis Allen, Tori Birge, Gage Hopkins, Morgan Keith, Skyler Morgan.

Mahomet, IL

Ahmad Al-Heeti.

Marine, IL

Alixandria Grenzebach.

Milford, IL

Abigail White.

Mooresville, IN

Blake Nigg.

Muncie, IL

Dominyq Gritten.

Oakwood, IL

Madison Doan, Jarron Fleming, Natalie Garrison, Raiden Jackson, Kimberly Montgomery, Tannar Pouilliard, Carlie Reitz.

Osgood, IN

Elizabeth Pavy.

Paris, IL

Drew Pinkston.

Philo, IL

Kyleigh Weller.

Potomac, IL

Destiny Fitzsimmons, Violet McCool, Mason McMasters, Seth Pollitt.

Ridge Farm, IL

Matthew Coleman.

Rossville, IL

Heidi Goble, Morgan Miller, Abigail Ryan.

Troy, IL

Caleb Durbin.

Tuscola, IL

Alexis Koester.

Westville, IL

Laney Crawford, Jack Duensing, McKenzie Meinders, Joshua Miller, Emma Myers, Zachary Troxel.

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Danville Area Community College HONORS LIST – FALL 2022

Armstrong, IL

Justin Wilken.

Bismarck, IL

Trenton Spicer.

Catlin, IL

Naomi Dolan, Emily Fier, Lillie Hannan, Macallister Hill, Autumn Lange, Grace Niedzwiecki.

Champaign, IL

Lilian Eziefule.

Charleston, IL

Ashlynn McPeak.

Columbus, OH

Brianna Hamilton.

Covington, IN

Jacob Eells, Hannah Hunter, Calvin Springer, Katie Woodrow.

Danville, IL

Nora Abdelghani, Joan Applegate, Michele Budnovich, Anna Carrion, Christine Daniel, Benjamin Dickerson, Ian Dukes, Jayla Greer, Chelsey Haga, Dalton Hagley, Diego Hightower, Aryanna Huckstadt, Lexi Hudson, Matteo Janzen, Ginaveve Jessup, William Landis, Chayton Lawrence, Lezlea Lowe, Julieanna Morse, Amanda Nelson, Candela Nevares Garcia, Aaron Olmstead, Destiny Parker, Lilliana Perez, Tah'yah Rose, Ruth Salazar, Woodley Scholz, Andrew Sentelle, Sebastian Skinner, Braeden Skoog, Jennifer Stovall, Dylan Taylor, Rylie Terrell, Kendra Tucker, Cassie Warren, Zoe Wilson, Ella Wolfe, Jacob Xiong.

Evansville, IN

Ryan Caddell, Adam Evans.

Fairmount, IL

Aaron Dean.

Findlay, IL

Dirk Bruyn.

Fithian, IL

Reed Sperry.

Georgetown, IL

Brooke Robertson, LaVonte Taylor, Madison Wilson.

Hoopeston, IL

Maria Alvarado, Vanessa Blackburn, Ashley Cadle, Marissa Garcia, Brady Woods.

Indianaola, IL

Lacee Darr.

Ingersoll, Canada

Lucus Forbes.

Kingman, IN

Lydia Van Huysen.

Liberty Township, OH

Keiara Gregory.

Mattoon, IL

Raven Morrison.

Mentone, IN

Owen Kirchenstien.

Milford, IL

Craig VanHoveln.

New Market, IN

Samuel Endicott.

Oakwood, IL

Lane Bensyl, Gaven Clouse, Koby Fletcher, Travis Goodner, Hayley Mascari, Katherine Reffett, Charles Rieches, Isaiah Ruch, William Sandusky, Brevin Wells.

Potomac, IL

Casey Grant, Leanne Rogers.

Quincy, IL

Luke Mettemeyer.

Richland, IN

Jackson Raaf.

Ridge Farm, IL

Savannah Davis, Gentry Howard.

Rossville, IL

Madalyn Goble, Hunter Howe, Sabrina Koenig.

Sheldon, IL

Julia Bushnell.

Sidell, IL

Madison Farrell.

St. Joseph, IL

Kelsey Martlage.

Tampa, FL

Briana Hernandez.

Westville, IL

Jason Cotten, Gage Lange, Christopher Miller, McKenzie Montgerard, Douglas Reffett.

Wheaton, IL

Ian Johnson.

Williamsport, IN

Ethan Hickman.

#writeyourstoryatdacc #honorslist #proudscholars #communitycollegesservethecommunity

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mostlyaro · 1 year

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made a playlist for aro week

Alien - Lauryn Marie

Ambrosia Wine - Madds Buckley

Aromantic Moodboard - Maxwell Anthony

By Any Other Name - Maria Coyne, Joel Harper-Jackson

Cabo - Ricky Montgomery

Crush Culture - Conan Gray

Cryptid (Mothman) - Ratwyfe

Curses - The Crane Wives

cynical fairytale - Egg

Daisy - Lauryn Marie

Dance With You Tonight - Laufey

despair - leo.

Feel Better - Penelope Scott

Forever (in my mind) - MALINDA

Get Used to It - Ricky Montgomery

Hollow Moon - The Crane Wives

Hopelessly - Reinaeiry

i'm not your dream - Egg

Imposter Syndrome - Ratwyfe

I've Never Been In Love Before - Laufey

Kalmia Kid - chloe moriondo

Kissaphobic - Make Out Monday

Left Behind - Reinaeiry

Let's Be Friends - Madilyn Mei

LOVE - PEGGY

Manic Pixie Dream Girl - Addison Grace

Medusa in a Stone Garden - molly ofgeography

Montreal - Penelope Scott

My Heart Is Buried In Venice - Ricky Montgomery

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Persephone - Daisy the Great

Please Don't Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin

Pretty Little Things - The Crane Wives

Rät - Penelope Scott

She Doesn't Sleep - Anthony Amorim

Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott

This Is Home - Cavetown

Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives

Turtles All The Way Down - Sammy Copley

putting a spin on until i found you - Egg

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Taron Egerton ha abbandonato il gioco del West End per stare con un familiare malato

Taron Egerton ha rivelato il motivo per cui ha abbandonato il ruolo di Cock nel West End ad aprile. Al momento della sua partenza, la star gallese ha citato “motivi personali”, con il sostituto Joel Harper- Jackson assume la parte di Taron, M, insieme all’attore di Bridgerton Jonathan Bailey. Taron ha ora parlato di ciò che lo ha spinto a smettere in una chat con il New York Times. “Verso la fine…

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thestageyshelf · 2 years

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SOLD 🎭 Pacific Overtures @ Union Theatre 2014 (#113)

Title: Pacific Overtures

Venue: Union Theatre

Year: 2014

Condition: Creasing

Author: Music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim. Book by John Weidman

Director: Michael Strassen

Choreographer: Michael Strassen

Cast: Ken Christiansen, Oli Reynolds, Emanuel Alba, Alexander McMorran, Joel Harper-Jackson, Marc Lee Joseph, Ian Mowat, Lee Van Geleen, Matt Jolly, Anthony Selwyn, Mario Nicolaides, Joel Baylis, Josh Andrews

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#Pacific Overtures #Union Theatre #Musical #theatre #theatre programme #stageyshelf #sold

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 2 years

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MORE COCK STUFF I'M REMEMBERING JUST NOW (because last night I was wiped)

There is a scene where John tries (and succeeds) to get M to take his clothes off/have sex with him because he wants to stop arguing. So M does his bit, first makes it look like he wants to kiss John again but doesn't, he gets up, "shakes off" his trousers and top. In all this, John's on his knees on the floor, telling M how much he loves his body, and then, well—and please allow me this switch to their real names now—Jonathan Stuart Bailey gets on all fours (something over which I'd already lost my mind last time) and does a seductive crawl thing that gets him down to the floor, his bum in the air, the works. And I swear to Christ that Joel lost his words at that point. He was delivering a line and he just cut himself off and went "oh" and then tried to save himself with a chuckle.

Jonny, you're a hazard. People are just trying to do their job. (But actually, never change 🔥)

P.S.: the moment where John points out M's erection has Jonny kneeling VERY CLOSE to Joel's groin. God help that man seriously.

#cock the play #jonathan bailey #joel harper jackson #the sexy bits

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hi ! could i pls ask for fc recs for an adult (30s-ish) that isn’t the most responsible ? believes in aliens and stuff ! preferably poc ! :)

of course ! if we’re thinking of irresponsible alien vibes my go-to faceclaims would be daveed diggs, david casteñada, michael vlamis, dewanda wise, danielle brooks, manny montana, janel parrish, ritu arya, sen mitsuji, jamie chung, nathalie emmanuel, pom klementieff, joel fry, candice patton & william jackson harper.

#sci fi rp #appless rp #active rp #semi plotless rp #original character rp

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i need more tommy x red content, i feel like all of their interactions would be so unintentionally funny, like red is trying her hardest to be nice and tommy is just so scared of her. however i can actually see tommy being one of the first people outside of the ellie and joel that red warms up to. but whenever joel and tommy gets into a little brotherly spat she can get a little mean with him.

😂 I'm doing this headcanon style just because I feel this would have to encompass a lot of different moments lol

Tommy doesn't realize what Joel means by Red being a little wild until a week into their settling down in Jackson because he makes the mistake of grabbing her backpack (mind you, he was just going to hand it to her, but he didn't know how she would react)

Instantly, she's stepping towards him and rationality is gone from her eyes making him drop the bag immediately as Joel steps between them with hands raised. His eyebrows are in his hairline as he watches his older brother try to placate her. He damn near feels like bolting when she moves around him and snatches her bag from the floor beside him, giving him a glare

It takes a good few drinks and forcing his brother to sit down and tell him who the fuck he brought into his town before Joel gives him her full story

She's not just rough around the edges, like he had gauged during that first meal when he met her. He had thought she was quiet, antisocial maybe. No, she's full on raised-by-wolves wild.

He avoids telling Maria for another week to keep from stressing her out. He wonders how the hell his brother found this woman.

This becomes unavoidable when the problems start. She almost breaks a guy's wrist when he puts his hand on her shoulder. Ellie is yelling at people in her defense. Grant comes back from their first patrol together, without Joel, beat to shit for flirting with her. She keeps pulling weapons out on people.

He knows Joel likes her. Hell, he thinks the man even loves her despite his grumblings, ambiguity, and avoidance of the topic. So he's stuck between caring for his brother and his town/wife's wishes.

He tries to bridge the barrier during family dinners and gets nothing at first. It takes a few dinners and a couple of hints from Ellie (who is so much like Sarah sometimes it hurts) before he manages to get her to talk about music. And for a while, she doesn't seem so bad as he watches her warm up and relax and look a little bit more human.

He brings up seeing concerts growing up with Joel before serving in the Army and when he tells her Springsteen was a better show than Johnny Cash, somehow it's like she's a different person as she debates with him.

"You're fucking out of your mind. You saw Cash and you thought Springsteen was better?" "Hey, I didn't say it was bad-" "Springsteen?" "Are you going to kill me if I said I also liked Bon Jovi more?" "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Lighter, quicker in her replies, more at ease. No stutters, no hesitancy. He can see what Joel means about those hints of her former self and he doesn't miss the smirk on his brother's face, even if Tommy is worried she's gonna kill him.

Things get tense when there is discussion of Red getting kicked out. He's the one that has to break it to Joel.

Maria is stressed after more incidents with Red and he's quick to suggest a different job. Less people, something she'd be more at ease with. The kennels were usually run by Jamie, the towns most experienced vet who was having to split time between the dogs and the horses and the farm animals. She's more than willing to have Red help.

Red takes to it quickly and Tommy can't help but feel proud of himself for the suggestion. Joel tells him he talked to her and she's trying even if it looks like torture for her. The incidents go down with the exception of the Harper problem. He makes it extremely clear to her she's to keep away from Red after Joel tells him what happened.

Red does well enough in the kennels that Maria thinks she's good to stay in their commune. The worry eases a bit and he can breathe.

Tommy often finds her there, sitting with the dogs, reading whatever books she can on training and caring for them. Jamie leaves some of her veterinarian texts for her to study and she's quick to focus on that. Joel tells him that when she has a goal, a job, she goes all in and it seems the dogs are her focus now.

He catches her there one day when he's returning Bailey back to her pen after a patrol. Usually they nod at each other and that's that, but he's almost startled out of his skin when she appears right behind him. He hadn't heard her at all. Sometimes she scares the shit out of him and he wonders if his brother has a death wish.

But she looks nervous and Tommy tries to be patient as she stutters out a sentence, almost looking frustrated at herself, "Um...it's getting colder...and, um, the puppies..." She takes a deep breath with clenched teeth and continues more evenly, "I don't want the pups to die and it's, um, too cold. Joel said I had to ask you."

He doesn't interrupt, tries to piece together what exactly she's asking and act like this was a normal situation, "You wantin' a heater installed in here for the dogs?"

She nods firmly before jumping to add (making him slightly flinch), "And the older dogs. The cold isn't good for their joints."

Maybe because he's trying to make an effort or because she doesn't ask for anything ever, but he's quick to agree even though it means arguing with the electrical team. He gets the heaters installed for her that week and even installs some insulation to help.

She seems a little less scary after that.

He's the one to find her when one of the senior dogs passes. She doesn't cry, but clings to his fur, laying on the ground, as if her warmth could bring him back. Part of him wants to go get Joel, but doesn't want to leave her alone. So he sits beside her, resting a hand on her back, and stays.

He helps her bury him and when she goes back to the pen, silent and closed off, then he goes and gets Joel. She stays there for a week until his brother manages to coax her back home.

It seems to break down some sort of wall between them. Even if she isn't exactly warm to him, he can tell there's less tension. He sees more hints of how she is with Joel and Ellie. She gets through a family dinner at his house and even throws a few more digs at his music tastes. When they're on patrol with Joel, she proves she is a much better shot than him and even laughs when he misses their designated target. Joel mutters "half a mile, my ass."

Old habits die hard. Joel was always the one to take charge, to tell him what to do. Now that Tommy is more in the leadership role they butt heads like before. They're arguing over construction plans and Joel is frustrated with Daniel, the man in charge of the project.

He knows Joel has more experience, but Maria had put Daniel in the head role and he wasn't going to undermine her. But his brother is on a rant about all the things the man is doing wrong and he's having to defend Maria's decision.

When things get more heated, Red is there. She doesn't say anything to him, but it's like having a live wolf in the room. He freezes at the way her eyes are blank, hollow, cold. One wrong move and she'd be on him, it didn't matter who he was. The argument ends if only so Joel can keep her from killing him over a dumb fight.

The line is clear. She'll protect her own against anyone. It terrifies him but he also respects it. Joel needs someone to watch his back.

Tommy doesn't realize how much she begins to grow on him until he happens upon her at the wood mill. The men are leering and one is giving her a hard time, obviously coming on to her. He knows she's trying. Trying to be less aggressive and reactionary, trying to keep her head down. But it's him that reacts when the guy grabs her arm firmly and doesn't let go. When she tries to shake him off and he spits out, "Maybe someone just needs to break you in, wild thing."

He doesn't think, old traits flaring back to life. Tommy socks the guy in the face. Hard.

The man hits the ground on his back hard and he just stands over him next to Red who looks unsure and a little surprised, a first for him to witness. But Tommy shakes his hand and hisses at the man, "Don't you lay a hand on anyone like that again, understood? Don't you even look at her ever or I'll break your fucking jaw. You can tell your buddies the same."

The rest of them don't say anything and he helps her grab what she needs before they leave.

They're walking back to Joel's house, his hand smarting a little and her holding the wood pieces she had gone to collect. They're almost at the house when she looks at him like she's trying to dissect every piece of him, split him open and analyze what makes him tick. It's uncomfortable but he stares back with what he hopes is an easy smile.

"You didn't have to do that," she mutters with a hard frown but he can hear the underlining words. Joel always said she has a hard time saying what she means. That you have to peek underneath what she's saying. You helped me, you came to my defense, why why why?

Tommy huffs and smiles a bit wider before patting her on the back. She doesn't flinch.

"I was just lookin' out for family, that's all."

#joel miller x feral reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #series: feral #tommy miller #feral reader #raicodoll writes #anon asks #asks

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