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thoselovelythings · 3 months
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latoyalestrange · 1 year
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CHANCES
Joel Miller x F!OC (fic?)
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Summary: Pre-breakout Joel and Tommy frequent a diner after work. Partly for the food, but mostly for a certain waitress that has caught Joel’s eye.
Words: ~1k
Warnings: age gap (legal ofc), swearing, typical tlou things
A/N: Please let me know what you think! First fic I’m writing in a while. If this is well received, I’ll definitely keep it going for you guys. 
Saturday night. Not quite as busy as Friday, but busy enough to make you question if the money you make at this place is worth it. But Jessie thought the same thing last Saturday, and the Saturday before. It was an endless cycle for her and thousands of other college students trying to make ends meet. 
For Jessie in particular, this was her second shift of the day. Her first was spent at her mother’s hair salon; answering phones and sweeping up ungodly amounts of hair. It was boring, but, god, she wished she was there instead of at the diner.
At this moment, she was trapped in a conversation with a particularly talkative regular. She could hardly even understand him with the countless other conversations going on around her and the crashing of dishes being thrown in bus tubs. She mostly pretended to be engaged in the conversation.
As overwhelming everything was, Jessie kept her cool. She always did. No matter how rude or insufferable a customer was acting, she kept a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. She felt it was the perfect weapon, truly. In a world where being a young woman meant you were at a disadvantage, being overly kind and never letting anyone see they had bothered her was her defense mechanism. 
“Hey, smiles!” 
Ech. Jessie hated that nickname, but it snapped her out of the one-sided conversation she was stuck in. She reluctantly turned to meet whoever called her. To her surprise, it was someone she actually enjoyed talking to. Her smile returned as she left the old man to greet them. 
Tommy and Joel Miller were two of Jessie’s favorite regulars. At least twice a week, they would come in to visit her. Jessie always thought they just really liked the food, but it was hardly good enough to come in twice a week for. They were here for her. Well, Joel was. Tommy was there for moral support. 
“You’re just in time. I thought I’d never get away,” Jessie leaned up against the side of the booth as the two brothers sat down across from one another.
“You looked like you needed saving,” Tommy played along, sharing a knowing look with Joel. 
Joel never talked nearly as much as Tommy. The most he would say was a few awkward lines of small talk and the occasional compliment if he worked up enough courage. Jessie took his shyness as just that. She thought his clumsy conversation starters and stuttered compliments were charming. She found him charming. A family man at his core, good with his hands, and not to mention, he was definitely easy on the eyes.
“What did you get up to today? Anything interesting?”
“Nope,” Joel retorts almost immediately, earning a giggle from her. “How was your day though?”
Tommy looks at Joel, a bit surprised that he actually sounded smooth. When the brothers were younger, Joel had no problem talking to women. After all, he taught Tommy how to talk to women. But it had been years since Joel had even wanted to try dating. He kept himself busy with Sarah and work and he liked it that way. The less time he had to himself, the less time he had alone with his thoughts. 
“Better now,” She almost mumbles, putting her pen to her notebook. “The usual?” Tommy smiled at Joel as he struggled to find the right words for a moment, caught up on what she said. 
“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy replies politely for him. 
“You got it.” Jessie turned on her heel to return to the kitchen and put in their order. She kept a noticeable sway in her hips as she walked away, knowing that the boys are gentlemanly, but they are still men. And she was right.
“What was that. What did that mean.” Joel demands in a quiet voice, looking sternly at Tommy. 
“Dude, she was flirting back! I told you it would work!” The brother exclaims in a hushed tone. A blush instantaneously formed on Joel’s cheeks and he covered it with his hand, playing it off as if he’s smoothing his facial hair down. 
“No fuckin’ way, she didn’t mean it like that.” He looked around nervously to make sure she hadnt suddenly appeared and could hear everything they were saying. 
“She definitely meant it like that. She looked back to make sure you were looking at it too.” Joel kicked him under the table, making him laugh. 
“Shut the fuck up, man,”
“No, I’m serious--”
“No, shut up!” Joel said lowly through gritted teeth. Tommy turned to see Jessie arriving at the end of their table, two coffee’s in hand. 
“Don’t make me separate you two.” She joked, setting the mugs down in front of them. 
“He started it,” Tommy played along, making her laugh. Joel couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 
“Behave. I’ll be back to check on you.” She turned away again to help another customer. Joel watched her leave again, not in a disrespectful way, but almost as if he wanted to savor every glimpse and angle he could of her. Her silhouette was engraved in his brain and he could picture her face perfectly. Her sunkissed skin from the Texas heat and wavy brown hair was constantly on his mind. 
“You look like a creep right now.” Joel glared at Tommy, finally breaking his gaze from her. 
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Tommy,” He lets his head fall into his hands as his elbows are propped up on the table. He rubs his eyes and rubs his temples. “I can’t get her out of my head.”
“I can see why.” Joel opens his eyes again to see Tommy looking somewhere out of his field of vision but he doesn’t have to look to know what he’s looking at.
“Don’t look at her like that. She’s not like the girls you go after.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind of girls do I go after?” Joel glared at his brother again as he sipped his coffee now that it’d cooled a bit. 
“She’s different. She’s confident, funny, she’s...everything that I’m not.”
“Hey, don’t talk like that. You are Joel fuckin’ Miller,” Tommy poked a strong finger into his brothers shoulder. “You were swimming in it before you had Sarah.”
“That’s not who I am anymore, Tommy--”
“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she is a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and relaxed in the booth behind him.
“She’s…something.”
“I know, I know. You’re a man now. And she’s a woman.” Joel rolled his eyes and leaned back into the booth behind him.
“She’s…something.”
“She’s…something.” 
“She’s...something.” 
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dumblr · 1 year
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I always give chances and stay until i have absolutely nothing left in me but hate and disgust.
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palatinewolfsblog · 10 months
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"At every moment we always have a choice, even if it feels as if we don't. Sometimes that choice may simply be to think a more positive thought."
Tina Turner (R.i.P.)
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summerwages · 1 year
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zero chances..
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randomreasonstolive · 9 months
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Reason to Live #9196
  There is a chance you could see a video of a cat today!!! – Guest Submission
(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.) 
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etteraths · 4 months
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WHAT A PATHETIC TALE
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Interstellar, 2014
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wordsbyjenpoetry · 1 year
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And you will carry them both inside your heart.
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saiyan-druid-art · 1 year
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Chances 💙🧡
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life-spire · 4 months
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cowboyjen68 · 1 year
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Jen!!! I finally confessed to my crush!! Well by confessed I mean I crocheted her a little strawberry and got too shy to give it to her face to face so I hung it on her shop cabinet but.... Close enough!!
I hopes she sees the care and attention you put into the little piece of art you made for her and it opens up a chance for you to talk and ask her out on a date for some real strawberries.
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vintage-tigre · 5 months
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zoomar · 7 months
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Be Bold, Be Bold
But Not TOO Bold
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dk-thrive · 4 months
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But something altogether different and new, and how could anyone who has lived as long as he has ask for more than that? A chance to begin again. A chance to take chances again and ride through the whirlwind of whatever good or bad thing will be happening next.
— Paul Auster, Baumgartner (Atlantic Monthly Press, November 7, 2023)
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pendragaryen · 10 months
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Hear my call, here and everywhere I've been walking the streets in despair One more fire turns a shade of gray One more tear is lost in the rain And I say that I love you I say that I need you Baby, I leave you a sign of desire No shadow will haunt you No heart will desert you No-one will hurt you, no space and no time There's a night when you close your eyes Around a dream that shines like the sun Everyone knows it's beautiful Tell me why you wanna dream it alone And I say that I love you I say that I need you Baby, I leave you the lines in my palm No darkness will get you No heart will desert you Nothing can hurt you, do you any harm Got to got you got to take your chances on me Like the river will lead the water to the sea Take on me, take your chances on me Don't walk away, don't leave Don't walk away from me And I say that I love you And I say that I need you Baby, I leave you a sign of desire Got to got you got to take your chances on me Like the river will lead the water to the sea Take on me, take your chances on me Don't ever let it be
Don’t walk away from me... (x)
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