“come back to me baby please..”
joel miller
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“come back to me baby please..”
joel miller
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Imagine...
Joel knew he fucked up the moment he saw that clock hit 12. The drive from his work was excruciatingly longer than usual. He thought maybe flowers could help ease some of your anger, just barely, but that was enough to make him feel a little less guilty. He drove to several different gas stations after noting that every grocery and florist store was indefinitely closed for the night.
He was lucky to find one gas station that had bouquets. They were a bit pricey but he disregarded that fact, putting his stinginess aside and picked out your favorite kind. He promised he’d be home early tonight, and he broke that. Money was the least of his worries in that moment. He quickly drove home, and upon arriving rushed inside.
—
You sit up in bed and sigh at the sight of him, in complete disbelief. His eye bags more visible than ever, his clothes dirty and wrinkled, but he had still managed to remove his boots before coming up the stairs knowing how much you hate dirty shoes into the house.
He walks up to you holding a bouquet of roses, his breathing a bit heavy to show that he hurriedly climbed the stairs. “Happy Anniversary” he spoke gently with sunken sorry eyes. An expression so guilty yet soft, that it was difficult to remain upset with him. “It’s past midnight Joel. It already passed.” You mutter in a quiet yet sulky tone. Joel runs his hand over his face with a sigh and nods, “I know, I tried everything I could to get out of work baby, I really did” his voice loaded with honestly.
You look down at the flowers with a soft hum, “How did you get flowers this late at night, everything’s closed..” your expression turning a bit more confused as you looked up at Joel awaiting his response.
He simply shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it.” he responds, and you take them from his hands. You sniff them and look up at him more intently, realizing that he must have gone through even more hell today just to get flowers at nearly 1 in the morning. Just for you. You place the flowers down on your nightstand and hold your hand out to Joel. “Com’ere” you whisper.
Joel’s body is hesitant, “M’sweaty, I’ll go wash up first-“
“I don’t care” you say, this time it didn’t matter.
With that he climbs into bed and lays in your arms, you hugged him tight as he buried his face into your neck kissing it gently. “I’m sorry baby.. I really fucked up tonight” he mumbled against your skin. You shut your eyes and hush him, “Shh you didn’t.. I appreciate the flowers” you spoke lightly with a forgiving kiss to the top of his head.
Joel sighed at the feeling and continued to pamper your neck and jaw with soft apologetic kisses. His hands rub at your sides as he continues to whisper “I’m sorry”s against your skin, promising that he’ll make it up to you.
this may or may have not been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute
Imagine...
Joel knew he fucked up the moment he saw that clock hit 12. The drive from his work was excruciatingly longer than usual. He thought maybe flowers could help ease some of your anger, just barely, but that was enough to make him feel a little less guilty. He drove to several different gas stations after noting that every grocery and florist store was indefinitely closed for the night.
He was lucky to find one gas station that had bouquets. They were a bit pricey but he disregarded that fact, putting his stinginess aside and picked out your favorite kind. He promised he’d be home early tonight, and he broke that. Money was the least of his worries in that moment. He quickly drove home, and upon arriving rushed inside.
—
You sit up in bed and sigh at the sight of him, in complete disbelief. His eye bags more visible than ever, his clothes dirty and wrinkled, but he had still managed to remove his boots before coming up the stairs knowing how much you hate dirty shoes into the house.
He walks up to you holding a bouquet of roses, his breathing a bit heavy to show that he hurriedly climbed the stairs. “Happy Anniversary” he spoke gently with sunken sorry eyes. An expression so guilty yet soft, that it was difficult to remain upset with him. “It’s past midnight Joel. It already passed.” You mutter in a quiet yet sulky tone. Joel runs his hand over his face with a sigh and nods, “I know, I tried everything I could to get out of work baby, I really did” his voice loaded with honestly.
You look down at the flowers with a soft hum, “How did you get flowers this late at night, everything’s closed..” your expression turning a bit more confused as you looked up at Joel awaiting his response.
He simply shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it.” he responds, and you take them from his hands. You sniff them and look up at him more intently, realizing that he must have gone through even more hell today just to get flowers at nearly 1 in the morning. Just for you. You place the flowers down on your nightstand and hold your hand out to Joel. “Com’ere” you whisper.
Joel’s body is hesitant, “M’sweaty, I’ll go wash up first-“
“I don’t care” you say, this time it didn’t matter.
With that he climbs into bed and lays in your arms, you hugged him tight as he buried his face into your neck kissing it gently. “I’m sorry baby.. I really fucked up tonight” he mumbled against your skin. You shut your eyes and hush him, “Shh you didn’t.. I appreciate the flowers” you spoke lightly with a forgiving kiss to the top of his head.
Joel sighed at the feeling and continued to pamper your neck and jaw with soft apologetic kisses. His hands rub at your sides as he continues to whisper “I’m sorry”s against your skin, promising that he’ll make it up to you.
sorry for my inactivity, i was playing rdr2 for 3 weeks straight but now that i’m done with the story i’ll have time to write again 🤠
all thanks to you 𖹭.ᐟ
pairing : arthur morgan x fem!reader
summary : it was no secret to you that arthur was insecure about his looks. only he didn't expect you to get emotional over it.
cw : sliiight angst (?) but good ending, fluff, arthur is insecure, reader tries to comfort arthur, happens after they made love
credits : got the header from pinterest, i have no clue who the artist is i'm sorry :(
wc : 1.6k (i keep writing short stuff help)
a/n : i doubted posting this at first because i lowkey hate it, but then i remembered the purpose of my blog is to share my writings and not let them rot away so.... here we are. (ó﹏ò。) i didn't know how to tag this tbh, it isn't too angsty but eh, it's not all fluff either... but anyway. thank you so much for the support on my last post, every note means the whole world to me ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
not me reading this after i just finished playing rdr2 for the first time & bawled my eyes out. i love this sm 💔

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y’all catching my vision?
“you’re doing great sweetie”
says with tears in eyes
would anyone be interested in a country fic where after your father's death, you are forced by your controlling mother into a marriage of convenience with John, a man you barely know and do not love. He has never touched you at all, and despite appearances, you feel like a stranger in your own life—trapped, silenced, and watched. Joel, the man who's building the new home for you and John, notices you. He's older, rough around the edges, and shouldn’t get involved—but he can’t stop thinking about you once you get closer.
At first, Joel tries to keep his distance, but there’s something that keeps him attached to you. The first time you kiss him, it feels like freedom and guilt all at once. You know it’s wrong—you’re married—but Joel makes you feel seen. That kiss is just the start. As things slowly turn into something more—shared looks, stolen moments, the way you both stare a little too long to each other—you both know that if you keep going, it’s going to cost you something big.
What begins as a small affair slowly turns into something that could ruin everything.
read here in ao3♡
“how are you doing?”
“oh i’m fine” i say as i build joel’s home in the sims
i’m starting without cc, and will add the smaller details after the base is done
affectionate joel - h.c
— you wake him up since his alarm never does it’s job. “5 more minutes” he groans against your neck, refusing to let go of you despite having to get ready for work.
— you smile as familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, “mm, smells good” his voice rumbles against your neck as he looks at your cooking. he lightly kisses your shoulder, “you spoil me” he hums warmly.
— “where have you been?” he calls out from the couch as you come downstairs. he quickly tugs your arm and pulls you down into his lap. “been watching tv all by myself down here” he huffs and starts to rub your back just the way you like it.
— he listens to you as you rest your head against his chest and tell a story. he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear which causes you to stop momentarily. “i’m listening darling” he assures while pulling you closer.
— he finally arrives home after a long day at work and slides into bed behind you. “hi beautiful” he whispers into your ear and wraps his arms around you, “m’home” he says while pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
been meaning to write another sooner, life’s been so chaotic 😵💫

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“how are you doing?”
“oh i’m fine” i say as i build joel’s home in the sims
affectionate joel - h.c
— you wake him up since his alarm never does it’s job. “5 more minutes” he groans against your neck, refusing to let go of you despite having to get ready for work.
— you smile as familiar arms wrap securely around your waist, “mm, smells good” his voice rumbles against your neck as he looks at your cooking. he lightly kisses your shoulder, “you spoil me” he hums warmly.
— “where have you been?” he calls out from the couch as you come downstairs. he quickly tugs your arm and pulls you down into his lap. “been watching tv all by myself down here” he huffs and starts to rub your back just the way you like it.
— he listens to you as you rest your head against his chest and tell a story. he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear which causes you to stop momentarily. “i’m listening darling” he assures while pulling you closer.
— he finally arrives home after a long day at work and slides into bed behind you. “hi beautiful” he whispers into your ear and wraps his arms around you, “m’home” he says while pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
possessive joel. — hc
the type of man who’ll linger around as a male friend starts to talk to you.
the type of man who’ll wrap an arm around your waist and squeeze your hip if the conversation goes on for too long.
the type of man who’ll pull your chair closer and rest his hand on your thigh if the waiter eyes you a certain way.
the type of man who won’t keep his hands off you when you wear something sexy in public.
the type of man who’ll kiss your neck the moment you get home and say mine.
the type of man who’ll make sweet love to you and mark you up, just to show other men that they’ll never get their hands on you.
first time making a headcanon twas kinda nervous. but this encourages me to make more ☺️
joel miller
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possessive joel. — hc
the type of man who’ll linger around as a male friend starts to talk to you.
the type of man who’ll wrap an arm around your waist and squeeze your hip if the conversation goes on for too long.
the type of man who’ll pull your chair closer and rest his hand on your thigh if the waiter eyes you a certain way.
the type of man who won’t keep his hands off you when you wear something sexy in public.
the type of man who’ll kiss your neck the moment you get home and say mine.
the type of man who’ll make sweet love to you and mark you up, just to show other men that they’ll never get their hands on you.

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you're hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere and joel picks you up so you try to pay him some way…
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do i wanna watch narcos—smth i have little interest in—for a man…