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justagalwhowrites · 2 months

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TikTok Trend

Beautiful decides to take part in a TikTok Trend with Joel. A New in Town drabble.

^We're borrowing Mr. Ben for a late-40s Joel, OK? I desperately need more gifs of Pedro's Joel from that era, I'm too reliant on other characters and actual Pedro gifs for these fics GIVE ME SOMETHING PLEASE

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from New in Town

Warnings: Not much! Age gap but not the focus of the fic (reader is 36, Joel is 48). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 1.4k

A/N: I got stuck thinking earlier how Joel would react to the "call your boyfriend your husband" trend and this is how I think it'd go. This is set about 3 months before the last chapter of New in Town. This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's best friend and Joel and Reader have an established relationship of about a year.

“So what’s this for again?” Joel asked as he sat down at the picnic table in the park.

“It’s a TikTok challenge,” you said, settling in beside him. Joel opened the paper bag the two of you had just gotten from a food truck and started taking out the tacos, putting some in front of you and him.

“Right,” he said. “And… I’m sorry, baby, but what’s the point?”

You laughed as you set your phone against your water bottle so it was propped up and ready to film.

“There isn’t really one, I guess,” you said. “It’s just a fun little video you make and then share. Those interns I have until May are all about it, they were showing me some of theirs the other day. Figure if I work in marketing, I gotta keep up with the trends!”

Joel smiled a little.

“So this is the kind of shit Sarah does, huh?”

“Yeah, she does,” you laughed again. “Her and the interns made one for the company social page the other day, actually.”

“Can I see?” He asked, interest suddenly piqued.

“Sure,” you picked your phone back up and found your company’s TikTok, scrolling to the video and handing it off to Joel.

“We work in marketing, of course we over analyze every ad we see,” Sarah said through your phone, a small smile on Joel’s face as he watched.

It made you smile, too. One of the fun parts about being in the strange middle ground between your boyfriend’s and best friend’s ages was serving as a bit of a translator between them. Joel still didn’t quite get TikTok. Sarah didn’t understand why her dad refused to go all in on streaming and still had cable. You, at least, could see both sides.

But this TikTok effort had nothing to do with Sarah. You did try to keep up with the trends on social media to better craft campaigns and content - capitalizing on trends meant that you had to move quick and you couldn’t afford to be out of touch - but your personal TikTok account was mostly empty. It was pretty private, anyway, shared with only a few close friends like Sarah and Maria. All it had were a few reposts of things you liked, some montages of video snippets from you and Joel’s first vacation together, that sort of thing.

“You should do some of the trends!” Jason, one of your interns, said earlier that day.

“Just being in the loop on trends is plenty for me,” you waved him off but smiled. “I don’t need to participate.”

“But it’s fun!” Kenzie, your other intern said. “They’re not all dances and stuff, you know…”

“I know,” you said. “But it’s just not what I want to spend a lot of time doing is all.”

“Some don’t take much time,” she said, opening her phone and scrolling for a second. “Here, this one’s easy. You said you have a boyfriend, right?”

“I do…”

“Cool,” she said. “So all you do is record yourself making a video where you call your boyfriend your husband, just to see how he reacts. No crazy edits or anything, it’s super easy.”

You caved after some light convincing and came up with a plan to get Joel in front of the camera. You told him it was a spicy food challenge, just to see which of you handled the heat better and, while you knew he wouldn’t really get the point, you knew he’d be supportive. He always was.

But there was something about this trend in particular that made you a little nervous. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t discussed marriage. You’d been together a year now, you’d just moved into his house. It had definitely come up. But it had come up in the way that far off things do, something that might happen some day if things fell into place in just the right way. You didn’t want to push it, didn’t want him to feel rushed or obligated, especially since you’d only been cohabitating about a month. Bringing up marriage - even like this - made you nervous.

“OK I think I get it,” Joel handed you your phone back after watching Sarah’s video twice. “But we’re not doin’ that same thing, right?”

“Nope,” you said. “We’re going to see who handles the spice better.”

“Think we both know which one of us is gonna win that one, Beautiful,” he teased, nuzzling his nose against your temple before kissing your cheek. “Us southern men are made of sterner stuff…”

“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes but smiled, leaning close to him. “We’ll just see about that.”

You set your phone up to record again, propping it against your water bottle.

“Here, you gotta get in close because the TikTok format is vertical,” you said and Joel adjusted so you were half beside and half in front of him, his arm going around your waist, hand finding your hip, thumb slipping up below your shirt to find your bare flesh above the band of your pants and brushing you slowly, sensually there. You gave him a look.

“What?” He asked, brows raised, smile barely contained.

“Don’t act all innocent,” you shook your head. “You know exactly what you’re doing…”

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s make your little TikTik video…”

“TikTok,” you rolled your eyes but adjusted yourself, your heart pounding.

“Whatever the kids are using now,” he said. “Because the sooner we’re done the sooner I can get you home…”

“Alright, I’m going to record,” you cut him off. “Behave yourself!”

“Always do, Beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes again but took a deep breath, leaned forward and pressed record.

“Hi everyone,” you smiled, watching the recording of you and Joel as it was made on the screen. “I’m here with my husband and we’re going to do the spicy food challenge…”

“Your what?” He cut you off and you turned so you could see him a little better.

“What?”

“Did…” he paused, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if you were losing it or he was. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “Did you just call me your husband?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, turning back to the camera. “Anyway, my husband and I both really love spicy food and…”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Joel grabbed your chin almost roughly, pulling you around to face him and all but crushed his lips against yours, clutching you close, kissing you deep and hard, like he couldn’t get enough of you. When he finally let you go, you looked at him and laughed a little, watching him.

“What was that for?” You asked.

“You wanna call me your husband?” He asked, a serious look on his face. “Beautiful, we will go to the courthouse right this damn second, don’t tempt me…”

“Joel, it’s 7 p.m.,” you laughed. “The courthouse is closed.”

“Don’t care,” he said, giving you a quicker kiss this time. “C’mon, we’ll grab Sarah on the way, see if Tommy wants to meet us…”

“That’s all it takes, hm?” You teased, heart pounding but for a good reason now. “Just me slipping up and calling you my husband and you’re ready to run down the aisle?”

“Baby, I’ve been ready to run down the aisle for about a year,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “Just been waitin’ on you to catch up.”

“Well,” you kissed him softly. “I’m more than caught up. But think I’m still gonna make you ask.”

“Good luck stopping me,” he said, kissing you again, longer this time, needier, until you pulled away with a groan. “Forget this food challenge, I gotta get you home and devour you. Let’s go, wife.”

You laughed and stopped the recording on your phone, saving the video to drafts as Joel gathered up the food. You made the mental note to edit out that last part before posting, no need for the interns or Sarah to know quite that much about your sex life.

“Sorry for ruining your little video,” he said as you started back toward the car. “We can try again later, promise to actually behave myself then…”

“That’s alright,” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “I already got everything I need.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #new in town

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standupcomedyhistorian · 5 months

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I was just browsing Reddit, and a post about John Mulaney caught my eye—

Apparently, this guy was able to get Ice T's REACTION to John Mulaney's SVU jokes from New In Town!

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It's a great clip, and it's always so entertaining to see how people interpret their likeness appearing in a comedian's joke or routine. Sounds like he is very level-headed about it and gets why it's funny! 🙌🏼

Enjoy the video, and keep it here for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

#john mulaney #new in town #ice t #ice t reaction #law and order svu #i think there was a cameo someone paid for that's related to this routine too #he must get bombarded with people doing impressions of John's bit lol #youtube #reddit

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ettiqu-rtz · 1 year

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"i am homeless, i am gay, i have aids, and i'm new in town." is just remus lupin

#john mulaney #new in town #remus lupin #marauders #wolfstar #am i wrong

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johnemulaney · 1 year

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Favorite John Mulaney

Thought I'd try my hand at a lil poll. Enjoy! New content coming soon when From Scracth gets pksted to Netflix.

#john mulaney #kid gorgeous #new in town #sack lunch bunch #from scratch #The top part #the comeback kid #oh hello #netflix #comedy #broadway

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kickmyheadbill · 8 months

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it’s his birthday

#john mulaney #john mulaney fanart #snl #saturday night live #new in town #comeback kid #kid gorgeous #baby j #art #fanart

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my3imaginary3wonderland · 3 months

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༉‧₊˚✧‧₊˚✩彡.˚✩ HOW TO GET RECOGNIZED IN TUMBLR ༉‧₊˚✧‧₊˚✩彡.˚✩

The trick is simple:

Get a character, i will use your uncle as an example:

After it, you can either do sfw and/or nsfw with yn:

Or with a canon character, like your grandma

even if you only write headcannons and not traditional fan fics, you can get support (plus if you do fanart like this one:)

add an edgy quote like “NO RESPETO A LOS DERECHOS HUMANOS, SUPER AESTETIC 💗💕😊🤑”

And thats how you get views!

(Post about how to do it in many plataforms coming soon)

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atths--twice · 1 year

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Better Than Fiction

Fox Mulder, new in town, meets Dana Scully- a waitress at the diner he visits every day. Immediately intrigued by her, he becomes even more so when he learns more about her...

Last year, I set out to write 25 Christmas stories. Well, I made it to 23 and had to admit defeat when I knew I would not be able to meet that goal. The reason I had to stop was because THIS story in particular went far beyond what I would have been able to finish in a few days time. So, I have been working on it steadily for the past year. Off and on, I have been adding to this story and I am so excited to finally share it with you all.

Chapter One

J & M’s Diner became like a second home to Fox Mulder when he first moved to the city.

Every morning he would arrive by nine a.m. and walk to a small two person booth, near the back and out of the way. Out would come his laptop and mouse, a notebook and pen, and his glasses case. His bag was then placed onto the other seat and he would sit, cracking open his laptop, and waiting for it to wake up.

A cup of coffee and a pastry would be placed onto the table, the waitress smiling at him as she lightly touched his shoulder and walked away. He would smile as he watched her, staring at the haphazard way she tied her apron bow. Every time he saw it, he both wanted to fix it and leave it be, the bow drawing his eye throughout the day.

He was a writer and worked as he sat in the diner, finding he got more done there than at home. Not only for the ease of not worrying about food or drink, but also for the stimulation of the employees and the patrons who frequented the diner.

Living alone in a modest sized high rise apartment not far from the diner, he would find excuses not to write, procrastinating horribly. He would clean, organize, do laundry, taking the time to fold everything methodically.

He had found a chip in the paint on the wall one day, which had led him to the hardware store to buy new paint. What should have then been a quick touch up job, had turned into a five day project, the entire living/dining room repainted and then rearranged.

And not one word had been written.

Being at the diner was better for him, his fingers flying over the keyboard as ideas filled his head.

A white woman with a silver gray bob, whose age he could not determine, in wide tortoiseshell sunglasses and a long fur coat, (real fur he was certain) became a heiress in his mind. A torrid love affair had left her near penniless, her fur coat one of the last items she kept that was of any value.

The Hispanic man who came in every morning wearing his large white headphones, never speaking much but bopping his head to the tunes only he could hear, became a record executive, trying to find the next new up and coming artists.

The thin older black woman who always dressed to the nines and sat quietly in her booth by the window sipping her tea, had lost a lover years ago and the diner had been where they had used to meet, happy and laughing the day away.

His fingers had fumbled over her story, finding a deep sadness within it, and he’d had to stop writing it. Instead, he had sat down with her one day and asked her about her life. Her smile had changed her whole face, her dark brown eyes sparkling and the smile lines around her mouth deepening.

She had agreed to allow him to record her stories and they had spent days talking and laughing as she told him about her child and adulthood. She had been so much more than even he could imagine and he loved speaking to her every day, then transcribing her words later at home.

The Puerto Rican family who stopped in on Friday evenings though, they were his favorites. Husband and wife, with six kids, would come in for dinner and dessert. Laughing and singing, the husband and wife would dance around, the owners of the diner playing music and joining in with the excitement.

He imagined them as a happy family, money a bit tight perhaps, judging by the adults' clothing, but the children never went without. Friday at the diner, kids ate for free, so those nights were special, something to look forward to the most.

Not until he had been frequenting the diner for awhile, did he learn that they were actually family members of the owners. They could have actually come in any day and eaten for free, but they kept it only to Friday’s, something Fox found endearing.

Those nights when he stayed later than usual, he would not write, but watch them with a notebook in front of him. He would sketch them, capturing the images of them dancing, the kids laughing with huge sundaes before them, and the other patrons smiling and joining their happiness.

He loved Friday evenings.

In the two months of getting to know everyone, right down to the delivery men’s days and times, his reason for coming to the diner began to evolve. He now mostly came to see and speak to one of the waitresses.

Her name was Dana and every time he saw her, she made him smile. She was funny, sassy, and kind. He watched the way she treated customers, with firmness if needed, but mostly with kindness, laughing as she brought them their food.

She worked the morning shift and though it was generally busy, it would slow down at times, affording them a chance to talk and get to know one another.

She was twenty eight, with blue eyes and red hair she usually wore in two French braids looped together into a low bun at the base of her neck.

Incredibly intelligent, their discussions of topics flowed far more easily than any date he had been on in his life. Current events, politics, religion, movies, television shows, literature- they discussed it all. She was well read and they often swapped books.

He loved reading her books as she did not treat them gently or carefully, something in which most people took pride. Hers were worn in and well loved. She highlighted the bits she enjoyed, in many different colors, underlined passages, leaving little notes and even questions in the margins.

As he read, he would jot her notes down into one of his many notebooks, making sure to discuss them when he returned the book, her eyes lighting up and hands flying excitedly as she shared her thoughts with him.

One morning, after he had returned a book, he helped her refill the spices and condiments. A waitress had called in sick the night before and as a result, Dana had to catch up on some extra work. He offered to help her, which meant he had her attention for even longer than usual.

They discussed the book as they refilled the sugar dispensers and then she told him about a holiday trip she had taken when she was younger.

If she had quizzed him later about what she had said, he would have been unable to tell her. His attention instead drawn to her expressions, the way she licked her lips, and the blue of her eyes.

Days and weeks of being around her, if he were asked to pinpoint when he fell for her, it would have been that moment as they refilled the sugar, the jukebox in the corner playing a collection of Elvis songs, and he listened to her sing along quietly with a smile.

Yes… he had fallen hard.

On a Monday morning in December, he looked around as he arrived and set up his work station, saying hello to the other employees, not seeing Dana walking through the diner. He had another of her books to return and discuss, if she had a spare moment, but she was not there.

Lucy, one of the other waitresses, came over bringing his coffee and a danish, smiling softly at him.

“Is Dana not here?” he asked her, knowing her scheduled shifts, and Lucy shook her head. “Oh. Is she okay?”

“She is. I think she’ll be here later, hon.” She smiled at him again and walked away, leaving him feeling confused and slightly worried.

He drank his coffee and ate his pastry, one eye on the door, until he became engrossed in his writing.

A couple of hours later, he stretched as he rose from his booth and brought his plate and cup to the counter. Setting it down, he glanced over at a little girl sitting on a bar stool by herself.

She had reddish brown hair in two long braids and she wore denim overalls over a long sleeved black shirt and pink boots with fuzzy gray tops.

She twisted the barstool back and forth, drinking milk as she looked at a book. He was not good with knowing children’s ages, but he assumed she was probably about six.

She looked up, catching his eye, and she stopped her movements. Taking the straw out of her mouth, she smiled at him, her blue eyes shining.

“Are you Fox?” she asked and he frowned.

“I… I am…”

“My mommy told me about you.”

“Your… who?”

“My mommy,” she said with a giggle, pointing across the diner to Dana who was speaking to Joe, the manager, and his frown deepened. He had not heard or seen her come in and he certainly did not know anything about her having a daughter.

“She’s your… mom?” he asked, looking back at her and the little girl nodded.

“Do you want me to move? My mommy said that you like to sit here sometimes.”

“What? No, you can stay. Could I sit here next to you?”

“Okay. But that stool doesn’t turn like this one,” she said, twisting the stool she sat on again. “I’ve tried all of them, but this one’s the best.”

“Why do you think I usually choose that one?” he asked as he sat beside her, trying to make sense of who she was and why he had never heard of her in all of the conversations he’d had with Dana.

“You like to spin the stool?” she asked him, drinking her milk again.

“Of course I do. I enjoy the squeak it makes,” he said and she giggled with a nod as the stool indeed did squeak.

“Ivy, don’t drink all of that milk. I have Manny making you some…” Dana stopped speaking as Fox turned his head to look at her. “Oh…” Her face dropped, as did her shoulders, and she sighed deeply.

“Mommy, Fox said I could stay here,” the little girl said to Dana and he nodded in the affirmative, wanting to reassure her.

“She was already there…” he said, smiling slightly, but Dana did not return it with one of her own.

“Dana, Ivy’s food is up,” Manny, the cook and other owner, called with a smile and Dana turned around. Walking to the counter, she lifted the plate with a thank you as she walked back to them.

“Honey, get your things and we’ll go sit in one of the back booths, okay? I’ll bring your food over.”

“Okay, Mommy.” She slid off the stool and picked up a pink backpack and teal colored puffy coat. Sliding the backpack on, she carried her coat and glass, walking to a booth near his own as Dana followed behind.

Confusion filled his mind as he followed them, watching her with the little girl as she set down her plate of food and brushed the loose strands of hair back with a smile. She said something to the girl and she nodded as she set her glass down and took off her backpack, putting it and the coat on the seat beside before sliding into the booth.

Kissing her head, Dana turned and walked toward him, her eyes downcast. As she reached him, she raised her eyes and sighed deeply.

“You have a lot of questions, I’m sure,” she said, glancing back at the little girl.

“Just one,” he said, smiling softly at her. “Did you say her name is Ivy?” She stared at him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah,” she said, frowning at him. “You don’t have any other questions? Really?”

“You don’t owe me an explanation,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m… a patron of this diner and your life is your own.”

“A patron? I thought… I thought that we were friends?” she asked, looking down again before glancing at Ivy and then back at him, her eyes sad as she bit her lower lip.

“Yeah. I think we are too,” he agreed quietly and she closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, they were full of tears.

“Joe, I need a few more minutes,” she called, her voice shaky, wiping at her eyes as Joe nodded with a smile.

“Take as long as you need, hon,” he said and she sniffed with a nod back at him.

“Can I buy you breakfast?” she asked Fox, biting her lip again and exhaling a breath through her nose.

“How about if I buy you breakfast? You look exhausted,” he said softly, taking in her rather disheveled appearance, especially her hair in its messy bun and the tired expression on her face. She stared at him with her eyes wide and he shook his head. “That sounded better and far less… insulting, in my head.” She laughed bitterly and sighed.

“I have a five year old daughter I care for on my own. I think I’ve been, and most likely appeared, exhausted for years.”

“No. I don’t think that’s true. Sit down and tell me whatever you want me to know about her, or anything else.”

She sighed again, sitting down beside Ivy with a nod. He sat opposite her and smiled at Ivy, who was eating pancakes and eggs.

“Mommy? Can I watch a movie?”

“Yes, baby. Can you get your headphones though, so it’s not loud for the other people?”

“Yes.”

She wiped her mouth across her sleeve and Dana groaned, reaching for a napkin as Ivy opened her backpack, taking out a tablet in a large case and her headphones; cushioned pink ones with rainbow cat ears. She plugged them in and turned on a movie, as she continued to eat.

“She’s cute,” Fox said, smiling at her as he watched her pause in her chewing to smile at something on the screen.

“Thank you,” Dana whispered, touching Ivy’s head and sighing as she looked at him. “I didn’t mention her to you because-”

“Dana, your life is your own. You owe me no information when it comes to anything personal,” he said softly, glancing at Ivy. “To be fair, I never asked if you had a child.”

“Why would you have?” she asked quietly with a sigh.

“Well, have you ever asked me that question?” he asked softly and she frowned for a second.

“Do… do you have children?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “There, now we know that detail about each other.” He smiled and she sighed again.

“This part is funny, Mommy,” Ivy giggled and Dana smiled, touching her head again.

“I moved here, we moved here, almost a year ago. I wanted a change and a chance to… grow up a bit I guess,” she said quietly. “Her father isn’t in the picture. We had our set of problems as a couple and most definitely should have split up before… well, before her, but then…” She looked at Ivy and smiled with a shake of her head.

“We tried to make it work, but he wasn’t… wasn’t what either of us needed. When Ivy was three months old, he left. He said he wasn’t ready, that he had his own plans and dreams and a baby… well that complicated those plans.” She shook her head again and exhaled heavily. “He left the state and I’ve not heard from him since.”

“Really?” Fox asked incredulously, his hands balling into fists.

“Yeah. I know we weren’t perfect together, but…” She breathed softly, running a finger across the tabletop. “Not sure what his “big plans” were, but my sister found him on Facebook recently and he has a wife, a toddler, and a baby on the way. Guess he was ready, just didn’t want that with us.” She sighed again and shook her head.

“Sounds like he was a real bastard,” he said quietly, feeling angry at any man who could just walk away from his child and forget all about her while he lived a different life.

“He didn’t start out like that… no, he kind of did but I… Yeah, it sure ended that way,” she said with a nod and a sigh.

“What does she know about him?” he asked, gesturing to Ivy and watching Dana’s face.

“Not much. She hasn’t asked about him. Not him anyway, but she knows she doesn’t have a dad the way some kids might. But, she doesn’t remember him at all and I don’t talk about him, so he’s like a… a nonperson to us. She doesn’t know a different life and she sees kids at school who have just a mom, or a dad, or two moms and two dads. Every family is different, I always tell her, and that’s what makes us special.” She shrugged and he nodded. Raising her eyes to his, she blinked back tears. “I didn’t tell you about her because… well, there’s pain in my past when it comes to-”

“Dana,” he interrupted her, wanting to touch her, but refraining from doing so. “Like I already said, you have every right to keep your life private. We barely know one another, aside from what we do know. It’s…” He shrugged and glanced at Ivy with a smile.

“I still feel like it was a big thing to omit.”

“How many siblings do I have?” he asked quietly.

“What?” she asked, frowning.

“How many?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Where did I grow up?”

“I don’t know…”

“You see?” he asked kindly. “We’re… friends, but also… we’ve not divulged every detail about ourselves.”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I suppose.”

Manny came over to the table and set down plates of food, though they had not yet ordered anything. He smiled with a nod and then walked away.

Pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs, mashed potatoes, and chocolate pudding sat before them and Dana smiled as she pushed the pudding toward Ivy.

“Oh! Yum. Pudding! Thanks, Mommy,” she said, a bit too loudly and Dana laughed.

“You work days while she’s in school,” Fox stated and Dana nodded. “But today she’s not. She’s not sick. She doesn’t look it anyway and I can’t imagine you’d bring her here if she were.”

“No. She’s not sick.”

“But something happened.”

“You could say that,” she said, rubbing her hands across her face. “I got an email late last night that her school has had an outbreak of lice and is shutting down for the rest of the week.” She looked at him and sighed. “I woke her up last night, feeling as though I was covered in them and needing to check her head. I felt terrible as she kept crying and saying she wanted to sleep.” She shook her head and stared at him with tired eyes.

“She’s obviously okay. Both of you are.”

“Yes, but I still took nearly all of our clothing, towels, and linens to the laundromat and spent the last few hours washing them. We also saw a hairdresser friend of mine and she checked both of us and we’re fine, but…” She glanced at Ivy, who was paying attention to her movie, and then looked back at him. “It’s been a really long fucking day.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprised as he had never heard her swear. Nodding, he looked down at the food.

“Yeah… I think that pudding may have been for you,” he said and she laughed softly.

“The potatoes are,” she said. “I love mashed potatoes. It’s my comfort food.”

“You’ve had a bad day. You deserve all the potatoes.”

“Thank you. For listening. For understanding,” she said, smiling at him as he handed her the bowl of mashed potatoes.

“Of course,” he said, dishing out the plates of food, making sure she got most of it. “So, you’ve been up all night.”

“Pretty much,” she replied. “I knew she was in the clear, but I wasn’t sure about myself as I couldn’t check very easily. I showered, washed my hair twice, then put it up in a shower cap, bagged my clothes and hers, and stripped the sheets as she slept on the couch. I washed what I could in the laundry room of our apartment, but it wasn’t going to be enough and it would have taken too long to wash everything. I knew we were okay, but I also couldn’t stop scratching at my head and skin. I wasn’t going to take any precautions.”

“I completely understand.”

“Now, I have to work and I have no idea what to do with her while I do.”

“Take the day off, I’m sure Joe already told you you could.”

“He did, but I… need the money. I can’t miss a day.”

“You have to have sick days…”

“Yes, but I need to save them for when she’s actually sick.”

“I could…”

“No,” she said, her eyes hard.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said softly. “I was going to say, I could watch her. Keep her here with me through the day.” Her expression changed, but she shook her head.

“No. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Dana, I’m already here,” he said, touching her hand and smiling. “We’ll be right here, you do what you have to do, and you can check in on us whenever you want.”

“You have to write,” she said, turning her hand to hold his thumb, shaking her head. “I can’t ask-”

“You aren’t. I’m offering.” He squeezed her hand and she opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

“Mommy, can I have some water?” Ivy asked, tapping on her arm. “I’m thirsty.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She let go of his hand and left the booth.

He glanced over at Ivy, watching her pause with a spoonful of pudding near her chocolate covered mouth, smiling and laughing before she ate the bite. He smiled at her as he shook his head.

Dana came back with a tray of drinks, water and orange juice for all of them and coffee for the two of them. She set it down and sat back in the booth with a sigh, sliding Ivy her glass of water.

“Be careful, okay? Two hands.”

“I got it, Mommy,” Ivy said, lifting the glass to her mouth and taking a long drink.

“Joe told me to go home and get everything sorted out and not worry about work today.”

“Good. That’s what you should do.”

“I hate leaving others in a lurch. And the money… I really need it, especially this time of year.”

“But…”

“I know. I need to take care of things at home. I have laundry to fold and put away, and the apartment to clean. I’m just so tired.”

“I can help you if you’d like-”

“Fox…”

“Dana…” he began again, clearing his throat, putting his hand up to ask her to listen. She sighed and nodded her head. “First of all, you know Joe, and from getting to know him myself, I know he won’t let you go the day without being paid. I’ve been coming here for two months and not once have you missed a shift. You’ve even covered for others when they’ve called out.”

“I know but-”

“Joe and Manny know your value. They know you have a situation that’s out of your hands and well… you should take the day.”

“I know,” she said with a glance at Ivy. “The tips I would get though, that’s what I rely on every day.”

“How much would you get in tips?” he asked and her eyes came back to look at him.

“Why are you asking me that?” she questioned him with a frown. “Fox, I don’t-”

“We’re friends right?”

“We… we are…”

“Friends help each other out.”

“But, I don’t-”

“Let me be your friend. Let me help you.”

She stared at him as he smiled and she opened and closed her mouth, frowning as she shook her head gently, but finally sighed with a curt nod.

“But I won’t take money. I don’t want… that won’t sit well with me.”

“That’s understandable,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender. “Let’s eat and then whatever you need help with, that doesn’t involve anything monetarily, I’m here for you.” He smiled and she sighed again as she nodded in acceptance. “Good. Now, eat your mashed potatoes and we’ll get going.”

“When you see all there is to do, you may regret offering your assistance.”

“Nah,” he said, reaching for the syrup and pouring some onto his pancakes. “I enjoy completing tasks.”

“Hmm,” she hummed disbelievingly, shaking her head slightly as she took a bite of potatoes.

He only smiled at her as he glanced at Ivy, already intrigued to learn more about her and the new side of Dana he had yet to meet.

#the x files #xf fanfic #holidays #diners #new friend #new in town #first meetings #surprises #alternate universe #modern setting #developing friendships #msr

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thechaosfriends · 1 year

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Hey everyone! We're new to Tumblr (migrating from the disaster over on twitter). So who are we? We're The Chaos Friends! A webcomic series following a bunch of weirdos forced to live together and go on all sorts of adventures! If you got some time, check us out!

https://linktr.ee/TheChaosFriends

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jojomills · 1 year

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I don’t know what I’m doing but I’ll sure try to do it. For now this will be a space for my poetry and thoughts, and any other creative project that pops up in need of a home.

Enjoy if you must, leave your thoughts, shoes off at the door.

#first post #new in town

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octopusoptimusprime · 1 year

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guys … i saw john mulaney live last night

still not entirely over it

i adore him & im so proud of him. from scratch is incredible 🫶

#octo talks #sobs violently i never thought i’d get to do this <3 #john mulaney #from scratch #kid gorgeous #comeback kid #new in town #sack lunch bunch

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justagalwhowrites · 5 months

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Perhaps a Fucksgiving prompt: Joel, in grey sweatpants. (I can't be the only one so affected by grey sweats, right?!) Doesn't even matter what universe it's in because I think it could work in Lavender, Yearling, or NIT. Or something new. Just...have fun with it, lol.

AHHH BESTIE!!!

I love this, thank you so much for this ask. So here's NIT!Joel being an absolute fucking menace in gray sweatpants.

LOVE YOU!!

Fucksgiving 2K23: Gray Sweatpants

Joel makes an... interesting wardrobe choice for Thanksgiving dinner prep. A New in Town BestFriend'sDad!Joel drabble that can be read as a stand alone.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (both from New in Town)

Warnings: SMUT :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 1.8k

“It’s too early for this,” you groaned, face down in your pillow. “It’s supposed to be a holiday…”

Joel chuckled, his large, warm hand spreading over the bare skin of the small of your back.

“You stay in bed,” he pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades. “I’m the one who decided to smoke a turkey.”

“No,” you sighed, turning your head against the pillow so your voice wasn’t muffled anymore. “Not going to make you get up on your own. Just do me a favor and start the coffee?”

He laughed again.

“Whatever you say, Beautiful.”

You listened to Joel getting dressed for a moment before you forced yourself to get out of the warm, comfortable bed.

You loved Thanksgiving with the Millers. So many traditions, so many delicious foods, so many people you loved who loved you back. But the smoked turkey thing was new and, as it turned out, you’d been a lot more excited about it in theory than in practice. Morning sex was not an option when your boyfriend needed to be cooking before 8 a.m. Joel had gotten you some cute festive pajamas, at least - not that he ever left your clothes on long once you were in bed - and you pulled on the orange plaid pants and matching thermal before toying with your hair enough that it wasn’t a disaster and shuffling to the kitchen.

The coffee pot’s brew cycle was just sputtering to an end when you got there and you pulled down a mug, pouring yourself a big cup and adding Irish cream before making Joel a cup of his own. You glanced at the clock. 7:18 a.m. Joel was never allowed to smoke a turkey again, you decided. Being up this early on Thanksgiving was a bridge too far.

“You look exhausted,” Joel laughed as you squinted against the morning light.

“You’d be exhausted, too, if you’d gone out with Sarah and her high school friends last night,” you groaned, passing him his favorite chipped mug, the one with an owl on it. “I swear, I feel like I’m still in my 20s and then I go bar hopping…”

You made your way over to a lounge chair by the pool and plopped down on it, taking a long sip of coffee. As the caffeine settled over you, you actually opened your eyes and took in the golden fall morning, the sun reflecting off the pool, the crisp air, the smell of wood chips as Joel got the smoker running, the outline of your boyfriend’s huge cock clearly visible through his gray sweatpants.

You damn near choked on your mouthful of coffee when you noticed it, shooting up from the lounge chair coughing and sputtering. Joel frowned, watching you.

“You alright over there?” He asked.

“Oh I’m fucking great,” you coughed, beating on your chest a bit to get the rest of the coffee down. “You’re getting changed before Sarah comes over, right?”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” his frown deepened. “She’s bringing cinnamon rolls over in…” he glanced at his watch. “‘Bout an hour or so. Was just gonna wear this until closer to dinner. Why?”

“Because, babe, I’m pretty sure I can tell from here whether or not you’re circumcised and that’s not because I had your cock in my mouth last night.”

Joel’s eyes went wide and he looked down before looking over at you again.

“They’re just sweatpants, baby.”

You snorted.

“They’re gray sweatpants,” you replied. “Those are an entirely different animal.”

Joel’s frown deepened.

“What? Why?” He asked. “They’re… they’re sweatpants!”

“You really don’t know this?” You laughed a little. He shrugged, still looking at you like you were just a bit crazy. “Oh, babe…”

You set your cup of coffee down and went over to him, looking him up and down.

Yeah, you got to see Joel every day. You lived together, after all, and moving in together hadn’t exactly lessened your sex drives. The only day you hadn’t fucked in recent memory was when you had a stomach flu and you were too sick to have anything going into you, including Joel. But you still loved to look at him, at his shaggy, graying hair; at his soft, brown eyes; at his strong, broad chest. Even without the… advantageous sweatpants, you’d been enjoying the view. He might have been in a threadbare Texas Longhorns shirt that was probably the same age as Sarah he managed to look fucking gorgeous in it, the shoulders stretched a little tight and the sleeves a bit snug on his thick biceps, the outline of his soft stomach just visible through the drape of the fabric.

“Let me demonstrate,” you said, locking your eyes on his and reaching down to trace over his cock through the fabric, starting at his tip with the lightest pressure. He gasped softly when you made contact with him and you smiled ever so slightly. “I can tell your head starts right here…” He moaned a little and you ran your fingers down to the ridge of him, tracing back and forth over the flare of his tip. “And that it ends right here.”

“Fuck, beautiful…”

You smiled and moved lower, down his shaft.

“Can tell just how big you are,” you said, voice breathy. He moaned and you kept going until you were at the base of him, tracing him there, too, before wrapping your hand around him as best you could with the fabric between you, starting to stroke him. He whimpered, dropping his head to your shoulder. “And I can tell that you’re getting hard…”

“Not giving me much choice in that, Beautiful,” he groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

You took your hand back.

“But you’ve got a bird to smoke so…”

You turned to go grab your coffee again, smirking once your back was to him. But Joel reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him with a needy grunt.

“Don’t know where you think you’re goin’…” he growled, pulling you tight against him, so tight you could feel his hardening length on your stomach.

“Me?” You said, feigning innocence. “I just don’t want to be in the way of the chef…”

“Shoulda thought of that sooner,” he kissed you firmly, desperately, his tongue opening your mouth and sliding inside. You kissed him back until he pulled away from you, breathless. “Gotta make this quick…”

He took your hand and pulled you in the house and you laughed as he started tugging at your shirt the second you were in from the cool morning air. He tossed it on the couch and his mouth was almost immediately on your breast, sucking and licking at you as he maneuvered you back toward the couch. He pushed your pants and panties down as he did and you stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You pulled at Joel’s shirt and he almost reluctantly pulled his lips from you as you exposed his chest. He nudged you down onto the couch so you were sitting on the middle cushion and he spread your legs wide before shoving his pants to the floor.

Joel knelt between your thighs and hooked his hands in the crease of your knees, pulling your ass to the edge of the cushion as you let out a surprised yelp. He notched his head against your dripping hole and took hold of your thighs before thrusting fully into you in one sharp, firm motion.

“Fuck!” You moaned, the stretch of him burning in the most satisfying way.

“This what you were tryin’ to get me to do?” He panted as he fucked into you, fingers sinking into your flesh. “Tryin’ to get me to fuck you silly? That it?”

“Fuck, yes!” You groaned and he slid one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb finding your clit as fingers spread wide over your skin. He pressed down on you and the sensation of him filling you grew impossibly stronger. You could feel his hand pushing on where his cock was opening you and your body was already getting tight and hot and needy. “Fuck, Joel, holy shit…”

“Gonna fill you up real good, Beautiful,” his voice was strained. “Leave you so fuckin’ full of me, make you feel it all day.”

You moaned at his words, at his thumb working you, at the slide of his thick, heavy cock as he pushed deep into you.

“I’m gonna come, Joel,” you panted, all but squirming below his touch. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” he fucked into you even harder. “Come for me, come on my cock, want you to milk this cock, give it to me, Beautiful, fucking come for me.”

You obeyed, your hand flying to Joel’s forearm and digging your nails into him as your pussy fluttered and pulsed over him.

“There she is,” he fucked you through it. “Jesus Christ, feel so fuckin’ good, gonna fill you up Baby, leave you so full…”

He pressed deep, to the very end of you and you felt him spill deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled you with rope after rope of his come.

“Fuck,” he moaned as your orgasms both ended and he collapsed onto you, his head on your chest as you both panted for breath. You scratched your fingers through his hair and you kissed the top of his head, breathing in the fresh, clean smell of him that was now tinged with sex.

After a moment he sat up enough to kiss you deeply as he pulled himself out of you and he got to his feet. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, gently cleaning your messy slit.

“Just because I probably shouldn’t say this around your entire family, can I say that I’m thankful for your dick?” You teased.

Joel laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m just thankful for you,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. “Pussy’s a bonus.”

He passed you your clothes before gathering his own. He put on his shirt and underwear but tossed his sweatpants over his arm before heading back toward the bedroom.

“What…” you began, but he cut you off.

“Clearly can’t trust you around the gray sweatpants,” he teased. “Better change before you got me worried about a different kind of stuffing…”

You groaned as you pulled on your shirt.

“Oh shit, I forgot, you still have to actually get the turkey in the smoker!”

He laughed.

“Don’t worry, Beautiful,” he said. “Think that was worth dinner starting a bit late. Might have to make it a new Thanksgiving Day tradition.”

You laughed, too.

“We just might.”

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #new in town #smut fic #fucksgiving #joel miller x oc

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