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We Never Get Nights Like This (Joel Miller X Reader)
Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, lmk if I missed any
A/N: This was a request from someone on wattpad, hope you like it too! Thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 . Thank you for being patient and enjoying my stories. So glad to hear they make you smile and happy when you have anxiety. As someone who is also suffering from anxiety, I will do my best to entertain you! Sending you lots of hugs and kisses 😘
Life in Jackson had settled into a comfortable routine for you and Joel. The days seemed to blur together as Joel carried out his duties patrolling the outskirts and ensuring the safety of the community. You, on the other hand, spent your time caring for Ellie, your baby, and managing the household.
It was late at night when Joel returned from spending the previous night on patrol. He found you sitting on the porch, softly humming a lullaby to your baby. He sighed, a mixture of fatigue and guilt tugging at his heart. He had been absent more often than he'd like, and he missed spending time with his wife and children.
You looked up as Joel approached, a warm smile on your face despite the exhaustion in your eyes.
"Hey there, stranger," you patted the space next to you on the porch swing.
"Hey," Joel replied, sinking down beside you. He watched the baby, cooing at his baby in your arms.
"How's everything been?" He asked while you leaned your head on his shoulder, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
"Busy with all the newborn stuff, but good. Just wish you were around more."
"I know, baby. I'm sorry." Joel's chest tightened with a mix of regret and affection.
You reached over and squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault. We both knew what we were signing up for when we decided to stay here."
He nodded, his gaze fixed on your eyes. "Yeah, I guess we did."
After a few moments of comfortable silence, you sat up straight.
"You know what, though? How about we change things up a bit? Tomorrow, let's take a break from everything. Drop Ellie and the baby off with Tommy for the night and have some time just for us."
"You really mean it?" Joel turned to her, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Absolutely. We deserve it." You grinned and nodded.
The next day, after ensuring everything was set for Ellie and the baby, you and Joel went to drop your kids to Tommy’s. Thankfully, Maria wanted to help.
As the sun set, you and Joel found yourself having the time of your life. The crackling of a fire and the soft flicker of candlelight set the mood as they shared a candlelit dinner in your kitchen. You shared conversations and your laughter was infectious.
After dinner, you danced to the tune of a song playing on an old record player. Joel held you close, his hand resting against the small of your back as you swayed together. The worries of the outside world melted away as you reveled in each other's presence.
As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in each other's arms on the couch warming by the fireplace. Your fingers entwined as you shared tender kisses and touches.
“I missed you.” You hummed as Joel kissed your neck.
You giggled and caressed his salt and pepper hair. Joel smirked, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to lay down. You were now under his big and broad body.
“Joel!” You were surprised at the sudden movement.
“I missed you more.” Joel answered, then gave you a slow and passionate kiss, tongues intertwined.
You moaned as your hands wrapped around his broad back. Joel moved to lay beside you but the couch wasn’t big enough.
*Thud*
Joel groaned as you fell on top of him on the carpet. Both of you giggled in each other’s arms. You gave him a peck because of his clumsiness. Then you slowly took your clothes off, freeing your bare breast.
“I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.” Joel’s eyes were up and down admiring you. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw you naked in front of him.
Your cheeks redden as you heard his sweet words. Then Joel followed you and undressed himself. You lay yourself on the floor and Joel crawled on top of you. His head to your chest, hand holding your breast, sucking your nipple wildly like he was hungry for you. Well yes, he was hungry to taste you. You moaned, hands on his head and pulled his hair. Joel moaned.
You let Joel take his time touching you and he finally went down, spreading your legs wide open. You could see the hunger in his eyes when he saw your glistening pussy. He looked at your eyes as if he was asking for permission. You nodded and he started licking your pussy up and down, circling your clit. He was so good, he gave you shivers.
“Joel..” You called his name softly.
Joel raised his head and looked at you. He knew you needed him to be inside you. He crawled to you, lips touching yours, letting you taste yourself. His hand stroked his hardened cock with your juices and pushed himself inside you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Joel groaned.
He missed the way you taste, the way your pussy clenched on his cock, the sound you made – he missed you. You moaned as he thrusted.
“Kiss me.” You whispered to his ear.
Joel kissed you as soon as you told him too. You swallowed each other’s moans, enjoying one of the rarest moments since you had a baby and Joel being busy with patrols.
Joel thrusted faster and deeper as he knew he was cumming. You knew you were cumming too. After a few thrusts the two of you came. Joel groaned as he came and he fell next to you, extending his hand behind your neck. You giggled and moved closer to Joel, your arms spooning him. You had never felt so good for a long time.
"We never get nights like this," Joel whispered, his voice a mixture of contentment and longing.
You smiled and stroked his chest, "We should try to change that."
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A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, i'm not sure if you're the same anon that sent me a question today, but I received it and I'm on my way writing another joel fanfic (oneshot), thank you for your patience and thankyou for enjoying my work❤️ Hope you like this one!
It was Friday night and you decided to spend an alone time at the bar. You wore a chic but simple short dress just the way you dress elegantly every day. You were alone so you grabbed a seat on the corner table. As you sipped on your alcohol, you felt a stranger's presence near you. You weren’t expecting anyone so you knew it was probably someone you knew or someone drunk trying to hit on you.
“Hey, pretty woman.” A drunk man standing next to you with his wobbly legs.
You scoffed as you rolled your eyes.
“Wanna spend the night with me?” The drunk man grabbed your wrist.
“Excuse me?! Let me go! I don’t know you!” You yelled at him.
Javier Peña's heart raced as he glanced across the dimly lit bar, spotting a scene that immediately caught his attention. A man, clearly intoxicated, was becoming increasingly aggressive towards someone sitting alone at a corner table. Javier's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly made his way through the crowd, his law enforcement training guiding his steps.
"Excuse me, amigo," Javier's voice was firm as he intervened, his presence commanding respect.
The drunk man's eyes widened as he recognized the DEA agent, stumbling back in a mixture of surprise and fear.
"I think it's time for you to call it a night." Javier crossed his arms.
As the tense situation defused, Javier turned to you. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You nodded to him to say your thanks, and Javier found himself captivated by your smile.
"Thank you so much for stepping in," you said with genuine appreciation.
"I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come over." You smiled.
"It's all part of the job. Just glad I could help." Javier shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the racing of his heart.
"Well, how about I treat you to dinner? As a way of saying thanks?" You were the type of person who couldn’t take anything for granted.
Javier's surprise was evident on his face as he considered your offer. He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with doubts. You were attractive, kind, and seemed genuine – everything he wasn't used to. He was used to playing the field, not getting involved in anything serious.You must have noticed his uncertainty because you leaned in closer, your voice was soft but reassuring.
"Hello?" You waved your hand in front of his face.
“Sorry.” Javier came back to his senses, he was too stunned to speak.
“What do you think?” You asked him again.
Javier's defenses began to crumble as he looked into your eyes, seeing sincerity and kindness that he hadn't experienced in a long time.
With a sigh, he gave you a small smile. "Alright, then. I'd like that."
As you exchanged numbers, Javier couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You were way out of his league, and he was well aware of his reputation as a bit of a womanizer. It was too late at night so you and Javier decided to find another day to have dinner. And Javier insisted on taking you home.
As you continued to talk and laugh, those doubts started to fade away. Maybe, just maybe, this could be something different – a chance at a real connection. And so, Javier Peña, a man used to navigating the dangerous world of drug cartels, found himself facing a different kind of challenge – opening up his heart for real love.
my dearest i'm going through withdrawals from your writing and frankly i just miss you 🥺🥺
i had a request if you were taking them?
i am currently in an mentally abusive relationship and things aren't really going to hot on my end
i was wondering if you could do one where joel comes in an rescues reader from said relationship? pure fluff and heartwarming stuff i could really use it rn 🖤
ps sorry it got so dark lol 🖤
A/N: Hi anon! I’m so sorry for the late reply. I’m sorry that happened to you, hope you’re doing okay. I tried my best writing this fic hope it helps you feel better. Yes, I read your requests! I just haven't had the time and idea what to write so i am so so sorry. I will write your requests, don't worry! but please be patient😭 I'm writing this first because it seems urgent😭 Btw if you need someone to talk to, you can always send me private messages!
Worth Saving (Joel Miller X Reader)
Warnings: abusive boyfriend, guns, lmk if i missed any
(Reader’s Pov)
“Ty, can we rest here for a few days? I think it’s a pretty decent place. There is a lot of canned food here and there’s a bed here.” You pointed at the dusty bed.
You and your boyfriend found an abandoned house trying to stock some supplies. You had been doing these for years and kept moving anywhere as long as you didn’t come across people. Humans were more dangerous these days than clickers.
“Are you serious?” Your boyfriend, Tyler, furrowed his eyebrows and raised his voice.
“Just for a few days.” You stepped back.
“How are you so stupid?” Your boyfriend stepped closer to you.
You knew he was angry. He always had. He never listened to you.
“I’m sorry. It’s just. I saw a bed and I just wanted to sleep on a bed. You know after all these years.” Your voice started to crack.
“After all these years?” He scoffed.
“I have kept you safe and protected you. And it’s still not enough?” Tyler grabbed both of your shoulders with force.
“That’s not what I meant.” You tried to hold your tears.
“Don’t you dare cry, woman!” He tightened his grip on your shoulder.
“Ty, you’re hurting me.” You sobbed.
“Let me tell you something. You’re such a burden. I should have left you there eaten by those clickers. Or maybe.. I should kill you now. ” Your abusive boyfriend said those words right in front of your face.
Then he took his gun and pointed it right at your forehead. He loaded the gun and was ready to pull the trigger. You closed your eyes, shaking and shed a tear.
(Joel’s Pov)
“Shh..someone’s here.” Joel whispered to Tommy and pointed at the traces someone left on the first floor.
Tommy nodded and walked slowly behind Joel. Joel and Tommy looked at each other as they heard your fight with your boyfriend.
*creak*
“Tommy!” Joel whispered scolding Tommy who was making sounds from the old stairs.
Tommy raised his hands and mouthed “sorry”.
(Reader’s Pov)
“Let me tell you something. You’re such a burden. I should have left you there eaten by those clickers. Or maybe.. I should kill you now. ” Your abusive boyfriend said those words right in front of your face.
Then he took his gun and pointed it right at your forehead. He loaded the gun and was ready to pull the trigger.
“No! Please don’t kill me! Please!” You closed your eyes, shaking and crying.
(Joel’s Pov)
Joel was ready to shoot whoever inside the room but Tommy reminded him not to kill innocent people. Joel rolled his eyes and stayed behind Tommy as Tommy instructed. Then he remembered Bill’s letter that was left for him.
“...I used to hate the world, and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way...”
He remembered his job was to save someone who was worth saving. And it could be anyone and Ellie was one of them.
“1,2,.” Tommy mouthed to Joel.
“3!” Tommy kicked the door open and found you with a gun pointing at your head.
Joel and Tommy’s guns were all pointed towards you and your boyfriend.
“Put your guns down!” Tyler swiftly pointed his gun to Tommy.
“Please! We’re innocent.” You raised your hands.
“Tommy!” Joel breathed heavily, he was ready to pull the trigger.
Tommy looked at Joel and shook his head. Tommy didn’t want Joel to kill innocent people anymore. He wanted him to change and Joel was getting better since he spent a few months in Jackson.
“Let’s talk this through and put our guns down.” Tommy said.
“You first.” Tyler looked at Tommy then to Joel.
Tommy put his guns down slowly. Joel didn’t.
“Hey! You too.” Tyler shakily pointed his gun to Joel.
Joel cleared his throat as he put his gun down slowly. As Tyler put his gun down slowly after Joel, you thought it was the perfect time to run away from this mess and your abusive boyfriend. You took a deep breath and got ready to run. When everyone’s gun was on the floor, you ran as fast as you could.
*Bang*
You heard a gunshot when you were just out of the room and you stopped running.
“Joel!” Tommy shouted.
Your body shook and turned your head slowly. You saw your boyfriend’s dead body laying soulless on the floor. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands.
“Are you okay?” Tommy asked you.
You shook your head. You didn’t know how you felt. You were sad that your boyfriend died but you were also relieved because you were finally free from him.
“Were you close with him?” Tommy put his hand on your shoulder.
“He-uh-he was my boyfriend.” You nodded.
“He tried to kill you.” Joel said behind Tommy.
Joel walked closer to you, “Twice.”
Apparently your boyfriend took his gun and tried to shoot you from behind when you tried to run away. And Joel shot him before your boyfriend pulled the trigger. He knew from his gut that you were worth saving so he took his chance.
You were speechless so you just stayed quiet. The two men asked you to come with them. They told you they have a place for you with nice people, nice clothes, and food. Tommy had to bring some supplies on his horse so you ended up riding the horse with Joel.
“You’re gonna rip my jacket if you do that.” Joel grabbed your hand and moved them on his waist.
Your heart beat faster but you felt safe around him. You were too tired from your day and all the shocks so you rested your head behind his broad back.
“It wasn’t twice.” You suddenly said.
“Huh?” Joel didn't follow.
“Tyler-uh-the one you killed-he tried to kill me multiple times.” Tears fell down to your cheeks.
“So..thank you. You saved my life. I owe you.” You wiped your tears and rested your head again on his back.
“You’re safe now.” Joel answered you.
“Sorry.” You chuckled, suddenly realizing your tears made his jacket wet. You rubbed his back trying to dry it.
can you write a fic where joel accidentally toots ❤️😭
A/N: Thank you for sending a request anon! I’m so sorry for the long wait😭 I’ve been so pressured with work and have been inactive on tumblr. I assume toots as in fart? I hope I understood it right😭 I wrote this thinking this is a part of my Where It All Starts series but it can also be a standalone. Hope you like this one!
Words: 300
You and your new family were going on a road trip. You son was sleeping on his car seat while Sarah sat beside him in the back seat. Joel drove and turned on the radio.
A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton was played on the radio.
“Whoa! Easy there mister!” You grabbed Joel’s hand that was going to change the channel.
“Huh?” Joel stared at you confused.
“This is our jam!” The song was your favorite and you often played it in your car when you picked Sarah up from school.
“And now I wonder~” You sang and looked at Joel.
“If I could fall into the sky
Do you think time would pass me by?
'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight” Sarah followed you singing in the back seat.
Joel just shook his head and chuckled at you and his daughter’s bubbliness. Well, he loved you being like that. It was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you. Seeing you and his daughter happy, made him happy.
You sighed as the song ended.
“Well, that was a nice karaoke.” Joel turned off the radio.
Then you and Sarah giggled.
*Toot*
Joel flinched a bit but he acted like nothing happened. He bit his lip and focused on driving.
“Did you just-?” You tried holding your laugh.
“Daddy just farted in the car!” Sarah shouted and giggled.
You bursted into laughter hearing your daughter's words. Joel’s cheeks redden. He accidently farted and he was embarrassed. He pushed the button to open the car window to let out the smell.
“Daddy just farted in the car! Daddy just farted in the car!” Sarah made fun of his dad.
Joel laughed, you laughed, Sarah laughed, then Sam woke up and giggled too.
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Summary: Your boyfriend Javi taking care of you after a long day at work.
Words: 900
A/N: I haven’t finished watching narcos but I wanted to write about Pedro’s character as Javier Pena and use this GIF😭 I don’t know any spanish words (this is TMI, but I just watched a few spanish movies and learned a few phrases. Culpa mia is so good!) and I don’t know much about javier pena’s character but I hope you like this fic! It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything so this one is a bit shorter than what I wrote before. Sorry for the long wait to anons who sent me messages😭 Hope you like it!
“Peña.” Javi said his last name as he put the phone between his jaw and shoulder.
“Hey Javi..” You sounded languid on the phone.
“Cariño? Everything okay?” Javi realized you sounded different than usual.
“When are you coming home?” You didn’t answer his question.
“I have to stay in the office for the night. We just got another clue on Escobar and I think we’re close. Lo siento, cariño. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Okay.” You hung up the phone.
You had a long day at work and Javi, your boyfriend, was the only one that you needed to comfort you. Even though you were a bit disappointed that your boyfriend couldn’t be there with you when you needed him the most, you understood him and his work. His work was important and it involved people’s lives so you understood. This wasn’t the first time so you knew this was coming. Knowing that your boyfriend wasn’t coming home, you took a bottle of wine and drank yourself.
When you hung up the phone, Javi sensed something was wrong with you. He sighed and tapped his index finger on the table.
“Fuck it.” Javi grabbed his jacket and drove home.
You turned your head to your door as you sipped on your wine. You heard someone was trying to open the door. Javi told you earlier that he wouldn’t come home for the night so you wondered who was trying to open your door. You stood up and walked to the door to check. As you held the door handle, the door opened. It was Javi. His hands on your waist, his lips on your lips right away when he saw you.
“I thought-You told me-” You were surprised Javi came home to you.
“I couldn’t leave you alone, not when I know you need me.” Javi’s brown eyes gazed at yours.
You chuckled at his words that made you feel more loved than ever. You stood on your toes and put your arms around his neck. Javi’s hands that were on your waist moved his way to the back of your thigh and pulled them to his waist.
“Javi!” You giggled.
“Bed time.” Javi chuckled and carried you to the bedroom.
He groaned as he laid you on the bed gently, put a pillow under your head and tucked you in.
“Where are you going?” You sat as you saw your boyfriend walk away from the bedroom.
“I’ll be back, cariño. Just get some rest.” Javi assured you.
You laid on your back and sighed. You were very tired from a long day at work and all you needed was your boyfriend’s warmth and presence. Just him being next to you was enough so you hoped he would be back soon.
“Cariño.” Javi sat beside you on the edge of the bed with a mug in his hand.
You sat and took the mug he was handing you.
“Hot chocolate?” You looked at the mug and looked at Javi.
“Thought it would make you feel better.” Javi shrugged and leaned it to give you a kiss on your forehead.
You closed your eyes and smiled as he kissed your forehead.
“Gracias, Javi.” You sipped on the hot chocolate that your boyfriend made for you.
“Anything for you, mi amor.” Javi smiled and stroked your thigh that were under the blankets.
“Will you stay?” You looked at him giving your puppy eyes.
“Do you want me to?” Javi tucked your hair behind your ear.
You nodded as you sipped another hot chocolate. Javi smiled and nodded. He knew what his girlfriend needed and he would do anything for you.
“Can you?” You were worried that you might be too clingy and hinder your boyfriend’s work.
“Of course I can, Steve will cover for me. Don’t worry.” Javi stood up to take off his clothes and change into more comfortable pants.
Then he sat beside you shirtless, back leaning on the headboard, while you finished your hot chocolate. Javi couldn’t help but smile as he stared at you emptying your mug. He found you very adorable and he always wanted to take care of you. He had met thousands of women but he had never felt this way before to any of them. Sometimes he wondered why. All he knew was he was deeply in love with you. A few minutes passed and you finally finished the hot chocolate. You put the empty mug on the bedside table and turned your head to face your boyfriend.
“What?” You caught him staring at you the whole time.
“Nothing.” Javi’s cheeks redden.
You smiled and crawled to him.
“How was work? Do you want to talk about it?” Javi knew you had a long day and he always wanted to be there for you when you needed someone to talk to.
“Too many stressful things happened today. But I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to be with you.” You rested your head on his bare chest.
“Okay. Just tell me when you want to talk, okay?” Javi caressed your back.
You nodded and looked up to his face. He could see from your face that you were so tired.
“Come here.” Javi put his arm behind your back and the other pulled your leg to him.
You were now sitting on Javi’s lap and he cradled you. He knew you loved to be cradled because of how safe you felt in this position. Especially if Javi was the one who was cradling you.
“Hmm.” You put your arms around him and buried your face to his neck.
“I’m so in love with you.” You mumbled behind his neck.
“I’m so in love with you, too.” Javi chuckled and rested his head on your head.
summary: Joel takes care of you after you drunkenly call him to pick you up.
warnings: mentions of alcohol
a/n: I wish I had Joel to take care of me when I get drunk because I feel like he'd be the best at it. Speaking of which I've learned my shot/drink limit and I'm never letting my friend mix me a whiskey and coke again lmao.
"Joel!!" You shout happily as you see your handsome boyfriend standing by his truck.
The alcohol making you forget just how loud you're being. It's been so long since you were able to go out and have some fun with your friends and while staying in with Joel and Sarah sounded very tempting, Joel pushed you to go. The first couple shots went down easy and you lost track of how much you drank after those.
"What are you doing here?" You reach your arms out to him, stumbling slightly and he's quick to step in front of you so you fell into him.
"You called me baby, remember?" He says, amused by your drunken state. Your brows furrow as you try to remember what he was talking about.
"Ohh.." You did call him, actually you called him three times.
Once at the start of your night, then again after a few drinks. The conversation being along the lines of how much you love him and miss him. Then a third and final time asking him to come get you.
"You said you were gonna walk home 'cause you missed me so much." He teased as he wrapped his hands around your waist. Kissing your forehead as you put some of your weight onto him.
"My hero."
As Joel helps you into his truck he throws an old flannel onto your lap to keep you warm. You snuggle your face into it, sighing happily as you're met with the familiar scent of his cologne. Joel chuckles as he buckles you in and hops in the front seat.
"Have fun?" You nod and gently nod your head to the sound of the country music playing from the radio.
"Come with me next time." You beg softly. He never lets himself have any time for fun anymore. His priorities are Sarah, You, and work. Despite you and Sarah trying to get him to relax every now in then, it didn't work.
"Maybe." He replies.
You huff and lean your head against the cold window. His hand rests on your knee and squeezes it gently. Soon his house comes into view and you're being helped out of his car.
Even in your inebriated state you tried to be as quiet as you could so you didn't wake Sarah. Joel helps you onto the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. Your eyes close as you lay down on the couch, ready to sleep after a long night.
"Not yet baby." Joel taps your face and you scowl as you open your eyes. He holds out a glass of water and makes you sit up.
"Drink, then sleep." Holding the cup with both hands he watches you sip your water until its gone. Setting the cup down you hold your arms out to Joel. Silently asking him to take you to bed.
"Just how much did you have to drink?" He asks as he pulls you up.
"Not enough." You joke as he walks you to his room. Changing out of your outfit into warm pajamas you crawl into the bed. Burying your face into the soft pillows.
"Thank you for coming to get me." Your voice is slightly muffled but he hears you.
"Of course baby," You don't need to thank him for that. Hell he would have walked to come get you if he needed to. Anything to be there for you.
"I love you," You mumble as you feel him crawl into bed with you. You move your head until it's resting on his bare chest. His hands wrapping protectively around you as you do.
"I love you too baby." The last thing you feel are his lips on your cheek and the feeling of complete and utter peace, knowing you were safe in Joel's arms.
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Hiiii I just had this idea I know I submit requests all the time but…ok.
I just love that Joel is a natural protector. He wants to keep the people closest to him safe. However, reader is kind of proud and horrible at accepting help and favors from him. One day she’s cooking and accidentally slices herself with a knife and Joel’s trying to help her and she’s just not letting it happen. She’s trying to tend to her injury herself but she’s getting dizzy and failing miserably and Joel is like “Jesus Christ. Sit down, shut up, and let me fix you for fuck’s sake. If you don’t swallow your pride I’m gonna make you swallow it myself”
And like. Wow. Watching Joel be so skilled at wrapping her injury and be so commanding is kind of a turn on! So she still keeps up her proud attitude until he’s fucking her lol
I can just picture Joel fucking her while saying “you’re gonna let me take care of you from now. Got it?”
i’m in a state | joel miller x f!reader
an in my hometown story (prequel) | series playlist
pairing: pre-outbreak!dbf!neighbour!joel miller x afab!fem!actor(ish)!reader
rating: 18+ minors dni
word count: 2.1k
summary: the moment that sends you over the edge with your neighbour, joel.
warnings etc: metaphorical smut, blood, hurt/comfort, stubborn!reader, sexual tension, fantasizing about joel miller’s hands, sex dreams (p in v sex + surprise sir kink WHAT), masturbation, pet names (sweetheart, darlin’), 10 year age gap (reader is 20 here, joel is 30), mentions of food. NO USE OF Y/N.
A/N: oh what’s this? yeah sooooo i couldn’t get it out of my head how much this was joel x superstar (aka in my hometown coded). so here’s a little prequel story for them, my two favourite babies. i missed being inside her head tbh. for those following the story, this takes place pre-part one (1997), and can be enjoyed as a stand-alone.
Summer. 1997.
You've known for a while that you're in love with Joel Miller. But that means something a little different when you're fifteen compared to when you're twenty.
When you were younger, it had meant carving his initials into your dresser, planning your imaginary wedding, reading catalogs and fantasizing over what dress you'd wear on your first date or what dining set you'd buy to furnish your shared home with his Big(?) Contractor's Salary.
Now, you're in college. Third year at the University of Texas at Austin. That Barbie-dream-life with Joel doesn't exist, and that's okay. Because now Joel's just...hot. Your hot thirty-year-old neighbour who's got the thickest arms you've ever seen, a patchy beard you'd love to sink your teeth into, chapped lips you've been thinking about kissing for years, big hands you want wrapped around your -
Okay, relax.
It's July Fourth weekend, and your dad's hosting his annual backyard barbeque party. He's loved throwing little get-togethers like this ever since your mom left, loves surrounding himself with friends and good times after being deprived of them for so long. You get it.
You're in the kitchen chopping celery for the potato salad when Joel finds you, ducking into the fridge for a beer.
"Hey, kid," he greets you in that familiar grumbly timbre of his. You look up from your work for one second to respond and -
Shit shit shit.
The knife slips, slicing a deep, clean line into the skin of your palm.
"Ouch - fuck," you mutter, immediately sticking your hand under the kitchen tap and hissing through your teeth when the water pressure hits the open wound.
"You okay?" Joel asks, having witnessed the entire incident happen, too fast for him to stop it. He leaves the beer in the fridge to come to your side, reaching his hands out helplessly to offer some assistance.
"I'm fine," you insist. "I got it."
You can't even look at him, it's fucking embarrassing, hurt and hapless in front of the smoldering hot Joel.
"You don't got it, you're bleedin' all over the fuckin' potatoes."
Oh, fuck.
You look down into the sink only find you'd completely missed the fact that, yep, there had definitely been a colander full of Yukon Golds in there.
Well, so much for the potato salad.
"It's not even that bad," you snap, shutting the tap off and grabbing the nearest rag off the counter to wrap it around your hand.
"Would ya just let me see?" Joel presses, his fingers grazing your arms to try to hold you still while you turn away from him towards the pantry.
"No - it's - it's - fuck! "
You bump your injured hand into the kitchen island on your way to the pantry, kind of putting a damper on your attempts to prove that you're not in any pain.
"Stop movin' - " Joel tries to follow you as you make it to the cupboard, reaching out in vain as you strain with one hand towards the top shelf, trying desperately to find what you're looking for, to demonstrate how much you don't need his help.
"There's a first aid kit right here..." you murmur to yourself.
"Hey, kid, stop, will ya?”
His voice is firm now, and so are his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. You protectively clutch your cut hand to your chest, still wrapped tightly in the rag.
Joel holds you there, while you look back at him indignantly.
"Would y’just sit down and let me fix it?”
Your nostrils flare and you consider arguing it further, but the pain is really starting to settle in now and it’s feeling more and more futile to keep fighting with Joel, especially when he’s this close to you, gripping your arms with such…paternal authority.
"Fine,” you concede. “Okay."
Joel nods approvingly.
"Now where's the first aid kit?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
You cock your head towards the top shelf of the pantry, where you'd been fruitlessly rummaging just a moment ago. Joel's gaze follows your eye line and then he guides you down into one of the kitchen chairs, turning back to the pantry to fish out the white box tucked behind the sewing kit, a leftover from your mom.
"Right..." he hums to himself as he sets the plastic box with the big red "+" on the table and begins sifting through it. You watch as he digs around contents, competently setting out some band-aids, a few cotton pads, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a tube of Neosporin and a roll of gauze. He’s clearly done this before.
“Let me see,” he says softly then, kneeling down to grip your arm in one of his big hands while your eyes widen at his touch. Joel carefully unfurls the rag, now soaked in your blood, to reveal the grisly cut beneath.
"Shit,” Joel curses quietly. “It’s still bleedin'..."
He rises with a low grunt, pushing off you with an absent hand on your thigh. Your skin sears where he touches. Back on his feet, Joel glances awkwardly around your dad’s little kitchen.
“Cloth? Clean cloth?” he clarifies.
"Under the sink," you inform him while bright red blood begins to pool in your palm again. You bite your lip to stop from crying because it really does fucking hurt and all that blood has got to be cause for concern. But crying's the last thing you need to be doing right now.
Joel finds what he’s looking for and returns to situate himself on his knees in front of you again. He wraps the fresh rag around your wound just as the blood’s about to drip down onto the linoleum. Joel encases your bleeding palm in his two big hands as he compresses the cloth into your skin.
"We'll just hold that there for a minute,” he mutters, fixing his eyes on yours as he squeezes your hand between his.
You work to control your breathing, but it’s not because of the cut, more the way his massive palms engulf your entire hand, sending your imagination running wild as you consider how big they’d look other places…over your ass, maybe…across your stomach…on your tits…
"Does it hurt?" Joel interrupts your fantasizing, and you shake your head slightly as you come back to reality.
"No," you lie.
He rolls his eyes.
"Just gonna check it again..."
You visibly wince when he unravels the cloth, grimacing as the fabric drags over your open wound.
"Might wanna work on your acting there, superstar,” Joel smirks.
“Ew, shut up, only Tommy calls me that,” you reply grumpily as Joel assesses your palm, turning your hand over in his to see the extent of the damage.
"It's pretty deep, kid. Stopped bleedin' at least."
"It's nothing."
Joel scoffs then, shaking his head in disbelief and you think he almost seems a little angry. Think it’s kind of a sexy look on him.
“Christ, you're proud, huh?” he gripes, letting your hand go. “You can just say it hurts, you know."
You sigh and finally let the truth slip, agony coating your voice as you give in.
“Fine, okay - fuck - it hurts.”
“Was’at so hard?” he smirks, eyebrows cocking. Asshole. Stupid, hot, perfect asshole.
You roll your eyes dramatically. How’s that’s for acting, Miller?
But Joel's not paying attention - now he gets to work. You watch as, with tender care, he clutches your wrist to hold your hand steady, starting first by cleaning the wound with a cotton pad he soaks in rubbing alcohol.
While he tends to your wound, your mind wanders, head fuzzy from blood loss and Joel’s meticulous touch. He’s so precise with it, his thick fingers managing the delicate task with ease. You wonder what else his fingers are precise with, your eyes glazing over as that thought invades your brain and -
Oh, god. Fuck. Fuck. You want him. You want him so much it’s making you squirm in your chair, Joel reminding you to, “Sit still” while he presses the gauze into your skin. But the pain mingled with that commanding edge in his voice only makes you want him more - and you didn’t even know that was a thing for you.
Joel seems blissfully unaware of your spiralling, cooing gentle, “Shhh, it’s okay”s at you when you flinch at the sting of the alcohol, a soft, sweet sound that only makes things worse, goosebumps rising on your skin as his quiet hum vibrates through you. Finally, he applies a thin layer of the Neosporin over the cut, dabbing it over your skin with his calloused fingers.
"So...theatre college. How’s it goin’?” he says as he applies a bandage over the wound.
“Um...yeah, you know, it’s going,” you reply, still feeling very much dazed and distant, Joel still very much on his knees in front of you in an extremely distracting way.
"Surprised you didn't just head straight out to California," he murmurs, wrapping more gauze over your bandaged palm for good measure.
It's an interesting idea, and one you'd considered. At the time, you'd still been dreaming of your Barbie-dream-life with Joel. Staying at home meant it might still happen. Now, of course, you can’t wait to get out.
"Well, UT has a great program," you shrug simply.
"Maybe one day, though, right?" Joel grins up at you and you smile back.
"Maybe," you nod.
"All done," he declares then.
You're not expecting it and you don't know why he does it (maybe some kind of fatherly instinct), but as Joel finishes wrapping the gauze around your hand, he tentatively leans in to plant a quick kiss to the bandage and shit, fuck.
Electricity flows from the place his lips touch and all of a sudden you think you see it in him too, that attraction, that want. His brown eyes peak up at you when his lips make contact with your covered skin and he must know what he's doing, there's no fucking way he would just do that if he wasn't trying to drive you crazy -
"What happened in here?"
Your dad, suddenly appearing in the kitchen doorway, easily cutting through the tension as he walks in on your little moment. Your head snaps up to see him taking in the scene, bloody potatoes in the sink and the first aid kit torn open on the table. Joel gives you your hand back and stands hastily, taking several steps away from you as he does.
"Just had a little accident - uh, it's alright now," Joel grumbles, voice thick, and then he's ducking out of the room in a rush, beerless. You and your father stare at each other, both dumbfounded but...for different reasons.
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"Christ, you're proud, huh?" Joel grunts as he presses you against the kitchen island, those big hands of his trailing up your sides and landing over your naked breasts. "F'you don't swallow that pride, darlin', I'm gonna make you swallow it."
He punctuates the tantalizing threat with a hard squeeze of your nipples, and you groan as his mouth collides with yours, tongue licking into your mouth feverishly as he grinds his hips into you.
"Make me, Joel," you beg, reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock, as you tear your mouth from his and nip at his strong jaw, eliciting a delicious groan from him that reverberates into the hollow of your neck.
Joel wastes no time, hoisting you up onto the island so your legs wrap around his waist, his cock sliding inside you with ease, as if you were made to take him. You cling to him with your hands behind his neck as he rocks his hips into you, making you whine and keen and moan with each thrust of his length into your wet heat.
"You're gonna let me take care of you from now on, you got that, sweetheart?" he whispers raggedly in your ear as he fucks you, his strong arms braced over your thighs and holding you steady as he pounds into you with all the force and intensity you'd always imagined he'd use.
"Yes, sir…” you promise him, and Joel growls at the word as it slips from your mouth, the memory of his voice from earlier seeping into your reverie -
Shhh, it's okay...Sit still...Stop movin'....
The echoes of his drawl begin to fade as the vision sinks to black and...shit. All too soon it hits you as you wake with a stir.
It's not real. Just a dream. The party ended hours ago. You’re alone in bed after dark.
Also…sir? What the fuck? Your subconscious clearly has some interesting ideas it wants to make known to you so that’s…cool. He just had to get all commanding and bossy earlier. Fucker.
Tragically, the wet spot in your sleep shorts definitely is real. You sigh, letting your measly fingers finish what your dream-Joel had started. You come quietly in the confines of your bedroom, the image of Joel on his knees in front of you the last thing you see before sleep takes you again.
Well - you're off the deep end now.
One way or another, you've got to get your hands on Joel fucking Miller.
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
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I'd like to request to be shipped in the pedro pascal cinematic universe!! My nickname is kat and my pronouns is she/her. I'm an aquarius, I dyed my hair brown and I have brown eyes. I'm 5 ft 2 (I'm 20 cm shorter than pedro lol but I love height gaps!). I'm a very anxious and overthinker person, so I love to read something that gives me comfort!! my fav artist is currently machine gun kelly hahaha. I love pop rock songs. I don't have a specific fav flower but I'll say sunflower. I'm a foodie so I love to eat everything, or everything with cheese. I'm not a picky eater...oh and i love dark chocolate so much!! Congrats once again!! ❤️
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Kat i ship you with, would you kill me if i said oberyn martell? im gonna do it anyway.
Taurus is respected for its keen and stable intelligence, while Aquarius is an intellectual sign. As a result, talks between these two signs are usually engaging and entertaining for all sides. Both Taurus and Aquarius are stable signs, thus they will be devoted to one another and their connection.
Based on the short description of your appearance i can say you two would make a very attractive couple.
Now i know the music you like doesn’t exactly exist but lets say it did he’d definitely listen to it with you.
In the show him and his wife have an open relationship so i could see you either being their partner together or if it was just you and him and you didn’t want an open relationship i feel like he’d respect that.
He’d love to feed you cheese and have you feed him cheese.
Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x Sister!Reader
Summary - Joel loses his two baby girls during a firefly attack and can’t let them go.
CW - Character Death, canon violence, angst (Please let me know if I missed any!)
Word Count - 2.2k
A/N - This is the idea I had earlier, I changed it up slightly thanks to a suggestion from one of my mutuals! I hope everyone enjoys and as always, feedback, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
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“Y/N! Sarah, Go!”
Sarah grabbed your hand as you started running away from the firing of guns and explosions of bombs. You wanted to close your eyes, but you couldn’t, you had to keep running to get somewhere safe with your sister - who knew you were terrified, she knew that despite living most of your life in this world, you were still a scared child. You ran to your apartment block, your legs and feet aching as they slammed on the concrete as you ran up the stairs and into the apartment you shared with Sarah, it was across from your father’s.
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Warnings: fluff, age gap, talks of financial issues, living together (let me know if i missed any)
Summary: Pedro offered you to stay at his house for free to help you with your renting issues.
Words: 2.1k
A/N: My Pedro Pascal era hasn’t ended yet and I keep thinking about him all day all night. I hope to meet him someday, I’m sure he’s a very nice person as I imagined him to be. I’m crying😭 Hope you like this fic! (not proofread)
“The filming is postponed?” You were shocked at the news.
You just started your acting gig and worked multiple jobs to support you and your family financially. You barely afford your own place in LA to achieve your dreams as an actress and now you have to extend your rent until the filming continues. You could go back to your hometown to live with your family but you didn’t want to. Because you had waited a long time for the opportunity and now you had gotten it so you didn’t want to let it go to waste. Acting had been something that you had always wanted to try and enjoy.
“Yes, I’m sorry. There’s something going on and we will let you know later about the details.” The staff explained to you.
“Okay. Thank you for telling me.” You pat her upper arm.
“No problem.” She smiled and left.
You sighed and wandered back and forth thinking how you could afford your living expenses in the next few months while you waited for the filming to continue. You called your best friend and told her everything.
“I have to send money for my parents at home, my rent is due, what am I going to do, liv?” You told your best friend on the phone.
Pedro Pascal, the actor for the main character of your upcoming movie, heard your conversation. He was friendly to everyone and very kind. You met him a few times and had filmed a few scenes with him. Your first impression of him was very nice and he really was a nice person after you knew him for a while.
“Hey, you okay there?” Pedro suddenly approached you.
“Oh!” You flinched when he touched your shoulder.
“Sorry, did I startle you?” He chuckled and pulled his hand away from you.
“No, no.” You were embarrassed.
“I just saw you walking back and forth and wondered if you were okay.” He chuckled softly and fixed his glasses.
“Oh-uh-yeah, I’m okay. Thank you for asking though.” You smiled at him.
“Okay.” Pedro put his hands inside his pocket and nodded.
Then he turned his heel to walk away but something was holding him back. He was debating whether to follow his heart or his logic. He had a crush on you since he met you but he was not sure if he should go for it or not.
“Uh-” Pedro turned his heel back and faced you again.
“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Do you want to go get dinner with me after this?” Pedro finally had the courage to get to know you more.
“Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” You nodded.
You didn’t expect Pedro would invite you to dinner with him. You had always been a fan of his. He was an amazing actor. Your heart was beating faster. You wanted to jump in excitement. Pedro Pascal just asked you to have dinner with him?!? Pedro Pascal, are you kidding? Were you dreaming?? But you had to act normal or he would think you were a weirdo.
“Thank you.” You thanked Pedro as he helped you take off your jacket.
“Do you have any allergies?” Pedro asked you while he read the menu.
“No.” You answered him and read the menu.
“I’ll have salad, please.” You looked at the waiter and closed the menu book.
“Just salad? You sure?” Pedro raised his eyebrows.
“I have to keep my weight.” You shrugged.
“Okay…I’ll have salmon. Thank you.” Pedro pointed at the menu and showed it to the waiter.
Then the waiter left so it was now just you and Pedro alone waiting for the food to come. You felt kind of awkward because you were too nervous to say anything. You were afraid of saying something wrong that would make Pedro regret asking you out for dinner. It was not a date, you knew it. But you need to give a good impression to your favorite actor and co-actor. You kept grabbing your glass and drinking because of your awkwardness. Pedro chuckled and shook his head as he saw you. He knew you were nervous and he found you cute.
“So..what are you planning to do while the filming is halted for a while?” Pedro started the conversation.
“Uhm..I’ll have to work more I guess.” You didn’t want to go into details.
Pedro nodded. He understood your position because he used to be there too when he was younger and trying to achieve his dream to be an actor. There was a moment of silence for a while.
“I don’t mean to offend you but if you need help just let me know. I would be willing to help. I’ve been there so I know it’s hard.” Pedro wanted to help you.
“Thank you.” You smiled at his offer.
After dinner, Pedro drove you home. He parked his car in front of your apartment.
“Thank you for dinner and driving me home, Pedro.” You turned your head to him as you unfastened your seatbelt.
“Anytime.” Pedro looked at you and smiled.
“See you?” You smiled at him, your hand ready to open the car door.
“I’ll see you soon.” He rested his hand on the steering wheel.
Pedro wanted to ask you something but he was hesitating. His finger tapped the steering wheel.
“Wait-” Pedro stopped you before you got out of the car.
“Hmm?” You went back to sit in the passenger seat and closed the door.
“I heard your conversation earlier. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, trust me. But I really want to help you. I hope you don’t mind. I have a guest room in my house. No one is using it. You can stay at my place if you want. As long as I can help you.” Pedro looked worried.
You were ashamed of your situation, especially in front of your celebrity crush. But his offer was a really good one. You could save a lot of money by receiving his offer. And he was not a creepy old man. He was always nice to everyone and you. You felt comforted by his presence. Maybe you should think about it.
“Thank you for the offer, Pedro. That’s really nice of you. I’ll think about it.” You smiled.
“Yeah, sure. Take your time. Just text me or call me when you decide.” Pedro was relieved at your reaction.
“See you.” You bent down to wave your hand at him.
“See you.” Pedro waved his hand as he drove away.
You spent your night rolling around your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about Pedro’s offer. It was a really great offer but that would mean you would be living with him under the same roof. You were not his girlfriend so is it okay? But he was the one that came up with the idea so it must be okay for him.
“Okay. I think I’ll give it a try.” You nodded as you decided.
The next day, you called Pedro’s phone to tell him your decision.
“Hello?” You heard Pedro’s voice from the phone.
“Hi, it’s me. I’ve made up my mind.” You told him.
“Really? What do you think?” Pedro sounded excited.
“I think I’ll say yes to your offer.” You chuckled softly.
“That’s great. Should I-uh-Should I come get your stuff today? I’m free in the afternoon.” Pedro couldn’t wait.
“Uh-yes, of course. I’ll start packing my stuff.” You didn’t expect him to be this fast.
“Okay. Talk to you soon!” Pedro hung up the call.
You breathed out in relief and started packing your stuff. You called your landlord to inform him that you would not continue the lease. He gave you a date to have a meeting with him to do some paperworks and you agreed.
“Is this all?” Pedro asked you while he helped you move your stuff to his car.
“Yes, for now. I’ll send the rest using the delivery service.” You helped him move your stuff inside.
It was a few minutes drive to his house and you finally stepped inside his house. You looked around in awe. His house was beautiful, the interior design, the furniture, all were beautiful.
“You have a really beautiful house.” You complimented his house.
“Thank you.” He smiled and looked around his house proudly.
“Come here.” Pedro asked you to follow him as he dragged your suitcase.
“This is your room. I hope you like it. There’s a bathroom inside.” He opened the bathroom door and showed it to you.
“Thank you, Pedro. You’re a lifesaver.” You put your hand on his upper arm.
“No problem.” He smiled.
“Well, I’ll leave your stuff here. And make yourself at home.” Pedro patted your shoulder and left the room.
“Good night, Pedro.”
“Good night.” He closed your bedroom door.
You were too tired to unpack so you just went to shower and went to bed right away. The bed was so comfy and the sheets smelled good. You felt comfortable there. You set an alarm to wake up early so you could make breakfast for you and Pedro. He didn’t let you pay any cents for staying at his house so that’s the least thing you could do.
*alarm rang*
You yawned and stretched. You got up, washed your face, tied your hair and wore your bra. Then you walked to the kitchen and opened his fridge. There were not many things but you saw some eggs and bread so you decided to make scrambled eggs and toast.
“Morning.” You heard Pedro’s voice behind you.
“Oh! Morning.” You turned your head to him as you cooked.
His hair was messy and his voice was hoarse. He looked so sexy you wanted to touch his fluffy hair. But you needed to take it easy. You had just been here for a night.
“You really don’t have to do this though.” Pedro peeked from behind you.
“You let me stay here for free, let me make you breakfast.” You smiled as you moved the eggs to the plates.
“Okay, if you insist. Thank you.” Pedro put both of his hands on your shoulder and squeezed them.
“This is for you.” You smiled and put the plates on the dining table.
“Thank you.” Pedro raised his fork and started eating.
“I’m going to the gym after this.” Pedro told you as he chewed.
“Okay.” You nodded.
Then Pedro went to the gym and left you home alone. You didn’t have work today so you decided to clean his house. You checked a few rooms and finally found the room where he kept his cleaning stuff. You started off with dusting the furniture then vacuumed his house. His house was pretty big so your back hurt vacuuming every spot of his house. You didn’t realize you spent hours cleaning his house until Pedro had come back home from the gym.
“What are you doing?” Pedro was confused as he saw you vacuuming his living room.
“Uh-cleaning?” You got scared just like a little kid caught doing something bad by her parents.
“Baby..” Pedro sighed. He slipped. He just called you “baby”.
“I didn’t ask you to live with me to be my maid.” Pedro walked closer to you and took the vacuum cleaner away from your hands.
“I don’t want to be a free-rider, Pedro. I thought I could clean your place as a payment for letting me stay here for free.” You explained.
“You’re not a free rider. You don’t have to worry about paying me back. With you just being here, it’s already a payment.”
“What does that mean?” You didn’t understand.
“I have had a crush on you since we first met.” Pedro confessed. His cheeks redden.
Your eyes widened. Pedro Pascal had a crush on you? Your heart beat faster.
“I like you.” Pedro finally said the words.
“Pedro..”
“I know-I know. You must think I’m crazy. Will you forget about it?.” Pedro stepped back because he thought you didn’t like him back.
“Wait-I didn’t get a chance to tell you how I feel?” You stopped him.
Pedro turned his head and faced you.
“I think I like you too.” You chuckled.
“You think?” Pedro raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
“I like you too, Pedro.” You giggled and shook your head.
Pedro sighed in relief. He was finally able to tell you his feelings. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t believe you just confessed to your celebrity crush and the fact that he liked you too?! It was a dream that you thought wouldn’t happen but it actually happened.
