Male Reader Inserts

"circling the fic around in my brain like a rotisserie chicken :D"

I AM CACKLING

The only reason Im so fast is because i constantly have Pedro Pascal character imagines constantly flooding my tiny little pea-sized lizard brain 💀💀💀

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injuries, No use of Y/N, Reader is referred to as Tex.

Content: Fluff

I loved this prompt. Calling Ellie and Grogu The Kids ™ cracked me up 😂. Thanks for the request!!

Are You Okay?

The hunting trip was going about as well as it could have. The three of you had split up. You and Ellie going deep into the forest while Joel followed the riverbed. You stopped Ellie and pointed out a deer about 90 metres out. You handed her your rifle and told her to slowly kneel down, she followed your orders. You told her to remember what Joel had shown her while tugging out your binoculars.

After scoping in, she took a deep breath in and put her finger on the trigger. You noticed a familiar glimmer across the woods. It looked familiar. What the hell was that? Sniper scope. The shine was the sun gleaming off the scope. You grabbed Ellie just as you heard the bullet whizz by. It would have hit her square between the eyes if you hadn’t yanked her away. Another shot rang out but you didn’t know where I hit.

You were too busy looking over Ellie, making sure she was alright. You took the hunting rifle from her hand and steadied yourself on the tree. You waited for the gleam to appear again. It only took a few seconds to see it. Aiming in, you calmed your breathing and pulled the trigger. You saw the bullet hit its target as your ears rang. Your vision swam and a dull ache was radiation up from your thigh. You turned back to Ellie and grasped her shoulders.

“Holy shit Tex, your leg!”

You ignored her comment in favour of checking over her once again. 

“Are you okay? Nothing hit you, no ricocheted shrapnel or anything?”

Her eyes were wide and she shook her head. She was seemingly more caught up with whatever was on your trousers. You looked down and adjusted your jeans. You saw a crimson spot growing from above your knee. You were getting a bit dizzy and Ellie started to sound a bit far away. You tried to brush it off and started leading Ellie back the way you came. She kept asking you if you were okay and you kept giving her the same answer.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I’m fine, keep it movin’ El”

Your vision had reduced to a pinpoint and your breathing became a bit erratic. You couldn't stop yourself from blacking out. You really tried. You hit the ground with a grunt. You heard Ellie yelling at you to get up but you couldn’t move a muscle if you wanted to.

——

Okay. Okay. Tex was out cold and she had no idea where Joel was. That’s fine. She would just have to find him. Last she saw, Joel was walking along the riverbed. So she found the river and checked for foot prints. She found the prints of Joel’s boot and started to call out to him as she followed them. Ellie knew that she shouldn’t be making this much noise but she was desperate to find Joel. She heard brisk strides coming towards her direction. Pistol up, she aimed it in front of her just in case it wasn’t him.

She saw Joel hop up from the bed and ran past her. She called out his name and he spun on his heel, barrel pointed at her. Her hands shot up and she stood still. Joel’s expression softened when she realised it was him and he lowered his weapon. He ran up to her and quickly examined her for wounds, just as Tex did.

“Ellie, what happened? Where’s Tex?”

Joel checked over her shoulder, looking for the other man that was supposed to be with her.

“He’s back in the woods. He got shot in the leg protecting me from a guy while we were hunting and he blacked out and I didn’t know what to do so I came out to find you and-”

Joel pulled her in for a hug, quieting her rambling.

“Where is he?”

Ellie pulled him along as she retraced her steps.

——

You shook your head as you sluggishly came back to reality. You didn’t see any sign of Ellie or Joel but you did hear the sounds of footsteps. You took a shallow breath and shoved yourself up against the nearest tree, attempting to hide yourself from the nearing assailants. You scrambled, trying to find your gun but it was nowhere to be found. A familiar thought filled your head. You were going to die here.

But to your surprise, Ellie’s head popped around the tree followed by Joel. You felt a weary smile drift across your face. Joel’s eyes filled with worry after seeing the dark scarlet stain on your leg. He was next to you in a second. He put his hands on your wound, tearing a pained groan from the back of your throat. He apologised and moved his hands further up your leg. He had Ellie take a piece of cloth and wrapped it just above your injury. You watched Joel tie the tourniquet and pull it tight.

“You alright Tex?”

His hand was on your thigh.

“Tex?”

He was only centimetres away.

“Tex!”

He shook your shoulder and you snapped back from your thoughts.

“What? Oh yeah I’m alright. Just a bit worn out.”

You hummed. Joel knitted his brow and sighed. 

“Can you walk?”

Joel asked you, his voice lowered. You tried to push yourself up onto your feet but it only resulted in a searing burn flow throughout your leg. You shook your head and leaned your head back onto the tree trunk. He sat back on his heel and thought for a minute.

“Here, give me your pack.”

You carefully removed your pack and gave it to Joel, who in turn handed it off to Ellie. She double welded your packs, one on her back and the other on her chest. Joel carefully put one of his arms underneath the back of your knees, not wanting to irritate your already flaming wound. He then put the other arm under your back. You hadn’t registered how much your leg actually hurt until you felt your entire lower half throbbing.

Joel lifted you up in his arms in a bridal carry. You're sure you would have been a lot more nervous being so close to Joel if you hadn’t been so exhausted. You were pressed close to his chest while he walked. You heard Ellie rustle through her bag, probably reaching for her disposable camera. You heard a click and saw a flash of light as she snapped a picture. Joel told her to knock it off but he had a joking lilt to his tone and a barely visible smile on his face.

You felt every step he took in your leg. The sway of his stride only aggravated your already angered wound. Yet you started nodding off. Joel was warm and smelled of the coffee he spilled on himself that morning. Ellie’s stupid jokes started to fade as you peel away from consciousness once again.

——

After what felt like an hour, Joel stepped up on the porch of the cabin the three of you had settled in. He walked to the couch that sat close to the fireplace and laid you down. He grabbed the wood that sat in the corner and tossed it in. He lit a piece of paper and the fire roared to life. He warmed his hands before grabbing the medkit to patch you up. 

You helped shimmy your trousers down enough so that Joel could get a good look at the gunshot wound. It looked a lot worse than you thought it would. The bullet ripped straight through the right side of your knee, just barely missing the bones there. Joel winced when he saw it. He took the needle and started stitching up the injury on the front of your knee. You ground your teeth and balled your fists. 

When he was done with the front he shushed you and took your hand. Once you had calmed down enough, he got started on the back of your knee. It was worse. Much worse. There wasn't much he could stitch back together. So he found the exit wound and cleaned it. You would just have to wrap it and pray that it wouldn’t get infected. He redressed you and helped you limp to the back room. There was a mattress with a blanket laid on top of it. You tossed yourself down on the bed and scooted to the middle.

“Do you want me to stay or go?”

Joel asked you in a shushed tone. You opened your arms, a silent invitation for him to lay down with you. He did just that. He laid himself next to you and you tucked your head into his chest. The warmth of his embrace lulled you off to sleep once again.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff!

I am also going crazy over Din so this was a treat. 😌 Thanks for the request!!

Your New Favourite Colour 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day that Din had asked you to be his boyfriend. Just thinking back on that memory warmed you to your very core. You doubted that he even remembered but you didn’t mind. He had a lot on his plate and you knew that he loved you regardless of celebrations or anniversaries. You had gone out the last time you were on-planet to get a small gift for him.

You arrived back to the Crest with a new cleaning cloth and a pulse rifle for Din and a jar of the little blue cookies for the kid. It was easier to hide the weapon from the Mandalorian than it was to hide the cookies from Grogu. He was grabbing at your trousers and babbling every time he saw you. Din gave you a confused tilt of his head when you grabbed him and hustled into the corridor.

“You can get your present tomorrow but you have to keep it a secret.”

Grogu rambled, saying nothing but obviously requesting the cookies now that he knew they were on board.

“I know, I know. I have a gift for both you and your dad but you can’t have it until tomorrow. I know you can do it Grogu, it’s just one night.”

He frowned but seemed to understand. You patted his head and thanked him quietly. He giggled and made grabby hands at your face. You walked back into the cockpit and sat down with Grogu in your lap. When Din looked over, you flashed him a lazy smile and Grogu cooed. He turned back and prepared for takeoff.

After you were a comfortable distance from any danger, the both of you prepared for the night. Once Grogu was comfortable and asleep in his little hammock, you stripped yourself of your outerwear. You watched as Din did the same. He took off most of his armour, leaving the helmet on as always. He settled into the small sleeping area and nestled into the corner, leaving room for you.

You burrowed in next to him, his helmet buried into your chest. You longed to see the man under the armour. You had loved him for over a year and hadn’t seen his face. You wished to kiss him and run your hands through his hair. Anything. But you respected his creed and kept your thoughts to yourself. But you did let yourself wonder what he looked like. He probably had short hair. Or at least short enough to tuck under his helmet. You tried to think of other features but just couldn’t. You slowly fell asleep in a quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the Razor Crest.

Din woke up and slipped out of your grasp, trying his very best not to wake you. He needed to grab the present he got for you. He got a warm toned bandana, after you had lost yours in the dunes of Tatooine, and a new holster for your blaster since your current one was a bit torn up. He also had other plans that he was extremely nervous about. He wanted to show you his face. He had already broken his creed for Grogu so why not for you too.

So he dressed back in his armour and made food. It was an easy breakfast that you would hopefully enjoy before figuring out whatever plans you had for the day. He set the plates out on the small table and walked back to find you changing by the sleeping area. His mouth went dry as he saw you tug off the shirt you wore to bed and toss it onto the bed. No matter how many times he saw you topless, he would never not be flustered by you. You dug through your drawer and grabbed a spare change of blacks to wear under your armour. 

You turned to see the Mandalorian standing motionless in the corridor. You gave him a reserved smile and walked up to him. You bumped your forehead against his and offered him a quiet ‘good morning’. He nodded his head and motioned towards the cramped kitchen. You noticed the meal he made and grabbed his arm, tugging him to the table. You took big bites and finished quickly, allowing Din the privacy to eat without being worried about hiding his face or lifting his helmet.

Din finished his breakfast just as quick and disposed of his dishes. He found you sitting with Grogu on the floor. He was playing with his ball and squealing. You watched him fondly and gave Din the same look when he sat down across from you.

“Any ideas for today?’

He asked you quietly. Grogu proudly presented his toy to his dad.

“Nothing set in stone.”

He tilted his head up and you watched the interaction between Din and the kid.

“I think just spending the day with you is good enough for me.”

You grinned at him. You both got to your feet to grab the presents you had gotten for each other. You met back where Grogu was continuing to play and sat back on the floor. He tossed the ball back on the floor and waddled towards you, apparently sensing the cookies hidden behind your back. You heard Din laugh through the modulator when you put the jar down in front of you. Grogu sat himself in your lap and you sat Din’s gifts by your legs. You heard him gasp when the rifle came into view. The two of you exchange presents and thanks. You scoot to sit next to him and watch as he admires the new rifle you got him. 

You, Din, and Grogu spent the day together. It was peaceful but you sensed that there was something bothering your partner. You wanted to bring it up but every time you tried, he brushed it off and said it was nothing. It wasn’t till the sun started to set and the kid was already in bed that he addressed it.

“You know about the time I showed my face?”

You looked at him but said nothing.

“I broke the creed for Grogu when I thought I’d never see him again. After that I was no longer considered a real Mandalorian. I always thought that their way was the way. But I’m making my own way now, and I want you to be a part of it.”

You turned to him fully, realising what he was about to do. He slowly reached up to the bottom of his helmet. Your eyes followed him as he pulled the beskar off his head and set it down next to him. You looked up to see the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. He had shaggy, dark brown hair. He had stubble and deep chocolate eyes. You decided that you had a new favourite colour. You brought a hand up to his face and placed it gently on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“Din.”

He opened his eyes and looked into yours.

“It’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

You smiled and pulled him forward to kiss his forehead. He looked incredibly relieved and basically melted into you.

“Happy anniversary Din.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff, Touch-Starved Din Djarin 

I know this is really sloppy but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you for the request!! (I will never deny a Din Djarin request 😤💙)

Your Touch

When Din looked over at you, he saw the starstruck look you had in your eyes every time you looked out of the cockpit window. You had Grogu on your lap. He was giggling and messing with the buckles of your armour. You tore your gaze away from the window to look down at the child then back up to Din. He quickly averts his eyes, feeling a heat crawl up his neck and settle on his cheeks.

He senses that you were still looking at him but doesn't dare to turn back to check. The comfortable silence continues, only being broken by Grogu babbling to you and you pretending to know what he’s talking about. He spotted the planet he was looking for and gently landed the crest in a clear but secluded area. He got up from his pilot seat to see you nodding your head along with Grogu’s ranting.

He smiled under his helmet and accidentally brushed your shoulder while walking past, causing him to tense a bit. He sat himself down on the floor in the back. He wanted to be alone for a while but having two other people on the small ship made that sort of improbable. But he relished the silence anyway.

You shuffled in with a sleepy Grogu. You gave him a lazy smile and put the kid down to sleep. You sat yourself in front of him and stretched your arms above your head. Din heard the crack of your back through his helmet. You groaned and brought your hands back down. He watched the way your fingers picked at your trousers, brushing off the lint that stuck there.

He wondered what your hands would feel like. Probably warm and strong. He wondered what it would feel like if you brushed them through his hair or simply rested a hand on his knee. He knew you honoured his creed as much as he did, never asking him to take off his helmet or armour. You respected his boundaries and he appreciated it. He just sometimes wished that you would be able to truly see him.

“Alright Din?”

He looked up at you.

“Sorry?”

You shifted forward.

“I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh, yeah I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“About?”

He said quieted. He reached up and grabbed a piece of cloth from the counter he was sat in front of. He wanted you to try something that he had been thinking of for a while. He held the fabric up to you, not wanting to explain and hoping that you would just get what he was implying. You looked confused but allowed him to continue anyway. You seemed to understand what he was doing once he motioned for you to lean closer. He gently tied the cloth around the back of your head. He made sure it was snug before allowing you to adjust it the way you needed it to.

“Din, what are-”

You were silenced by the sound of his helmet clanking against the ground. You listened to the sound of his breaths, unfiltered by the modulator in his armour. You heard him take off his gloves and set them down. He took one of your hands that you had laying in your lap and clasped them in his. He was right. Your hands were just as warm as he’d thought they’d be. They were marked with evidence of hard labour. He studied them, every scar and mark was filed into his memory.

You took your other hand and slid it slowly up his arm. Moving up his shoulder, you stopped when you got to his neck. He released his grasp on you and moved an arm up to yours. He took your hand and placed it on his cheek. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he closed his eyes. You brought your other hand up to the other side of his face. You felt the scratch of his stubble against your fingers. He gripped your wrists and pulled you closer.

He pressed a wary kiss to the corner of your mouth, testing, making sure he wasn’t pushing boundaries or taking things too far. He saw you smile so he moved in once again. This time, he kissed you properly. It was a bit clumsy due to one of you lacking sight, but it was the closest Din had been to a person in his life.

Warning: None!

Content: Angst

The new episode has got me in a chokehold.

Let Go

You had been watching him from across the room. He sat motionless, staring at his trembling hands. He’d been almost catatonic from the moment you left the firefly hospital. You didn’t know what had happened as you were knocked unconscious and left outside. You only saw Joel help you up and into the car.

Once the car had broken down you were left to walk to the cabin you now reside in. Both Joel and Ellie were tiptoeing around each other. You wished you knew what was on his mind. You wanted to soothe whatever thoughts were making him act so reserved again. You were ecstatic to see him come out of his shell once you finally left that snowy wasteland and watching him descend back into it was breaking your heart.

So you got to your feet and walked over to where he was sat. He didn’t notice you, too preoccupied with his thoughts. You kneeled down to get a better look at him. His eyes were glossy and his breathing was shallow. You took a shaky hand into yours and gently rubbed a thumb across his knuckles. He still didn’t seem to notice your presence so you brought his hand up to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his hand.

That finally got him to snap eye up to yours. A tear rolled down his cheek and his brow scrunched. He took a few wavering breaths before falling to his knees right in front of you. He quickly buried his face into the crook of your neck and sobbed quietly. Taken aback, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back. You traced patterns into the fabric of his shirt as he continued.

Ellie came into the room, hearing the commotion. She started towards the crying man in your arms but you held up a hand, signaling that he was okay. She looked worried but stilled her footsteps. You gave her a pained look that she seemed to understand and she retreated back to the room she came from. Sitting on the floor for what seemed like hours, Joel’s sobs became wimpers. He finally sat up, not daring to look you in the eye.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head.

“What the hell happened in that hospital Joel.”

His eyes glossed over once more and he drew a deep breath.

He explained what happened. The people he killed. The things he hid from Ellie. The possible cure that would’ve killed her. His voice was broken and defeated. He was lost and spinning in circles in his mind. You wanted to help, needed to. You shushed him and pulled him close to you once more. You were running your hands through his hair and rubbing his back again. His shoulders were shaking and you heard him cry.

“You did what you thought was right.”

He stifled a sob.

“I killed people. Innocent people who did nothing wrong but hope for a better future.”

You hushed him again.

“They were going to kill her.”

“They were going to cure the world.”

He snapped at you. You stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. You didn’t know how to make him feel better. You didn’t know if you could. So you said nothing. Only soothing him with your hands. Showing him that you didn’t think different of him because of the things he did. His crying quieted and the grabbing at the back of your shirt stopped. You thought he might've fallen asleep if he didn’t say anything.

“She’s gonna hate me.” 

His voice was hoarse.

“She’ll never forgive me.”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Vague mentions of SA (Nothing explicit)

Content: Hurt/Comfort

If anyone has experienced or has trouble with SA, this fic probably isn't for you. There isn’t anything explicit, because I wouldn't be comfortable writing it, but there are mentions. Remember that you are not alone. Stay safe guys. 🧡🧡🧡

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Scars, past violence

Content: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, little bit of angst

I love vulnerable Joel with all my heart. Thank you for the request!!

Scars and Stories

You were woken by warm beams of golden rays shining in from the window. You squint your eyes and grumble. You had forgotten to close the shades last night, instead leaving them half open. As you throw an arm over your eyes, you feel Joel shift next to you. He too was complaining about the bright sun in his eyes.

The both of you were going to stay in for the day. You turned away from the window and curled around his back. He mumbled something incoherently and shuffled further into your embrace. Just as you were about to drift off, there was a sharp knock on the door. You get up to answer it, your back protesting the sudden movements.

You shuffle to the front of the house and open the door. You see Tommy standing outside. He looks at you surprised and rambles on about something. You can’t quite catch what he's saying as you still have a lethargic fog clouding your mind. You nod along anyway and try to pay attention. 

“And you should probably put on a shirt too.”

He finishes his spiel and grins at you as he starts to walk away. You look down and realise that you indeed had no shirt on. You flip him the bird and close the door. You amble back to the bedroom. When you enter the bedroom, you see Joel still in bed. His hair was shaggy and dishevelled. He had an arm wrapped around a pillow while half his torso was showing.

He was almost glowing and you could see the scars that littered his body clearly in the morning sunlight. Seeing them always made you feel a bit sad. You knew how much Joel hated them. He always tried hiding them from you, ashamed of his past mistakes that had etched themselves into his skin. Constant reminders of his failures on him at all times. You had slowly been getting Joel to open up but you never pressured him about his discomfort about them. You too had your own scars. Ones that reminded you of your past as well.

You allowed yourself to crawl back into bed with Joel, staying above the covers. You laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling. You stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the silence. Joel had rolled back over and threw half of himself on top of you. His arm rested on your chest, giving you a clear view of a large scarred over gouge on his forearm. You looped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

Your eyes followed another scar by his tricep. A healed gunshot wound in his shoulder. A pinkened stab mark on his side. The further you got down his body, the more scars you counted. Joel had started waking up without you realising. He looked up to see you staring at him. He squirmed under your seemingly judgemental gaze. You noticed that he looked uncomfortable so you stretched to pull the sheet up to his chin and pressed a gentle kiss to his brow. You felt the tension in his shoulders start to lessen.

“Why do you look at them like that?”

Joel asked you, weariness clear in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

You reply back. He looks away then puts his head back down on your chest.

“The scars. Why do you look at them like there is something to be appreciated.”

You shove your head back into the pillow behind your head and pause.

“Because they're a part of you.”

Joel doesn't move.

“They're a part of you and, like it or not, you are most definitely something to be appreciated.”

He stays silent and still. It takes him a moment but he finally finds his voice.

“They are a reminder.”

He sounds dejected.

“My mom used to say that ‘each scar had a story, and each story leaves a scar’. I always liked that.”

You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to startle the man laying across your chest.

“They aren't stories. They’re failures. I got each one of these because I screwed up in some way or another.”

Joel’s grip on you tightened.

“Positive or negative, your past is your past. You don’t have to say a word, but if you want to talk or get something off your chest, I'm here. I’ll always be here for you.”

You run your hand up and down his bare back, easing the tension in his muscles. He melted into you. Joel slowly pulled the sheets down, exposing his figure. He shifted and laid himself directly on top of you, his head now on your stomach. He studied your frame, his eyes skimming along your skin.

He pointed to an almost completely faded, tree root looking scar that splayed across your pec. Your expression saddened. You hesitantly told him how you got it. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss over top of it. He moved on to another, a thin scratch just to the right of your belly button. You again told him the story behind it, and he once again pressed a kiss to it.

He did this for almost every visible scar he could find. You flipped him over and did the same to him. Only you didn’t wait for him to tell how he got it. He just watched as you covered his torso in affection. He reached for your face, pulling you in. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips. You laid your head down on his chest, and traced one of the scars on his bicep. 

After a few moments, he told you how he had gotten it. His voice was faint and low, just barely loud enough for you to hear but you listened close. He had gotten it on the day of the outbreak. The day he lost his daughter.

"Thank you darlin"

Pairing: Sick!Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff and piano playing!

Joel's voice is blue and bolded and yours is just italicised. I actually really like this fic. Hope this is alright and thank you for the request!! 

His Song

After a successful hunt, you were riding back to the house you, Joel, and Ellie had been camping out in. You really liked the place. It had actual windows and a clean bed. It also had a piano, one that you hadn’t even touched yet due to the insanity of the last few days. You really tried to get a moment to sit down for a while but Joel had gotten sick and you were too jumpy and anxious to do so.

But he had been feeling a bit better lately so you felt secure enough to go out for food. You hitched your horse in the darkened garage of the house and untied the deer you had hunted. You hoisted the buck off your horse's rear and tossed it over your shoulder with a grunt. You made your way to the crude racks that you had put up yesterday and hung the stag, preparing it for dinner.

Ellie walked into the garage after hearing the horse trotting back in. She saw the dark circles under your eyes and offered to take over. You obviously said that you were fine at first but your resolve quickly crumbled after she grabbed the knife from your hand and shoved you off the stool. You stood over her and made sure she knew what she was doing before she shooed you away.

You walked into the main house to check on Joel. He was in the bedroom, obviously, recovering from the case of bronchitis he caught in Jackson a few days back. You crack the door just enough to peek your head inside. You see Joel curled up against a pillow and snoring softly. You decided to leave him alone so you close the door and walk away.

You catch a glimpse of the piano in the corner of your eye and turn. You thought that there would be no harm in checking out the keys. So you sat down on the piano stool and lifted the lid. You pressed your foot down on the damper pedal, so it wouldn't wake Joel, and played a few random notes. Soft and sustained, you realised that the melody sounded familiar. You smiled to yourself and continued playing.

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if i did

I’d buy a big house where we both could live

You found yourself thinking of Joel as you sang. Your voice sings low and clear. You had forgotten how much you missed playing the piano.

And you can tell everybody 

This is your song

It may be quite simple but 

Now that it's done-

You were startled by a deep, raspy voice behind you but kept playing once you realised who it was.

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

Joel sat down next on the stool and watched as your fingers danced along the keys. You look over at him as you finish the verse.

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

Joel closes his eyes and listens. You continue on with the song, you and him take turns singing the lyrics.

So excuse me forgetting

But these things I do

You see, I've forgotten

If they're green or they're blue

Joel's voice is soft and deep.

Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean

You play the last chord with your left hand, cupping Joel’s jaw with your right, urging him to face you.

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

His shining umber eyes gaze deep into yours. You’ve never seen a prettier man in your life. His very presence seems to ease your mind. You lean in and press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He chuckled quietly and nodded his head towards the piano. You put your fingers back on the keys.

And you can tell everybody

This is your song

It may be quite simple

But now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

That I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

You finish the song with a flourish on the piano and take a deep breath. Joel nudges you in the side and starts singing again, this time a different song.

Blue-jean baby

L.A. lady

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff!

This was an adorable concept so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for the request!! I absolutely love your writing/blog. 💙

Your Little Spoon

Ellie had been complaining for an hour before you convinced Joel to take a break for the night. What really sucked was that it was freezing and the three of you had no shelter. Joel was still weary about starting a fire so you'd just have to just have to make do for a few hours. You had lended the kid your outer jacket so you were ready for a break yourself.

After setting up in a clear patch off the path, you all burrowed yourselves into the depths of your bedrolls. You had only just started to fall asleep when you heard Joel shifting behind you. You thought he was just moving so you ignored it and buried yourself deeper into your sleeping bag.

Another 20 minutes and Joel was still moving around behind you. You turned to look over your shoulder to make sure he was alright. You saw Joel was dozing lightly but he was shivering pretty badly. You didn’t want to wake him or invade his personal space so you kept to yourself. You felt Joel shuffle closer, not quite touching, but you could hear him breathing.

A few minutes after that, you and Joel were touching back to back. You could feel him shivering now. You were fully awake and extremely conscious of your own movements. You could feel your heartbeat thudding against your ribcage. Your face was aflame and your ears were burning. You've only been this close to Joel a handful of times.

You closed your eyes and tried your very best to get back to sleep but you just couldn't focus on anything other than Joel shuddering against your back. You’ve had enough. You slowly flipped onto your back and faced his direction without disturbing him too much. You curled an arm around his waist and pulled his back flush against your chest. He started whimpering and muttering quietly in his sleep.

“Shh, shh. You're okay Joel. I got you. You're alright.”

You soothe him with gentle words, running your hand up and down his chest. You pull him closer against you and rest your chin on top of his head, feeling his soft hair against your jaw. Once he finally stopped trembling, you thought it was okay to pull away before he woke up. But you were stopped by Joel turning himself over in your arms, nuzzling his nose into your jacket.

You looked down at him to see that he was still asleep. You felt yourself overheating. How could he possibly be cold, the man was a human furnace. You kept one arm wrapped around him and the other moved to the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair. Joel groaned and nudged closer into your jacket. Your eyelids started to droop and your mind felt foggy. You finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

You awoke only when you felt Joel wrap his arms around you. You partially cracked open one eye to look down at him. He was awake and tracing patterns into your side. He wasn't pulling away or trying to wake you up. He was simply entertaining himself until you got up.

You saw the sun was coming up but you didn’t want to move yet. You wanted to stay here with Joel in your arms. You didn’t know when the next time, if there was a next time, you would get to do this again. So you closed your eyes and tightened your grip on the back of his jacket.

“I know you're awake darlin.”

Joel spoke up.

“Mmmh.”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff!

I know this is really short but I hop you enjoy it anyway! Thanks for the request!!!

Carvings

You, Joel, and Ellie were camping out in a seemingly endless forest in between travelling. There wasn’t enough room for the three of you to sleep comfortably in the truck, so you all had to set up camp outside. You sacrificed your sleeping bag for Ellie because she had somehow lost hers in the past few hours. So you sighed and snatched Ellie’s walkman while sitting yourself down by a tree. Joel had thrown down his sleeping back at your feet and joined you by the tree.

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

You had headphones on and were playing music from the walkman, nodding your head along with the nostalgic music. You had snagged a cassette from Tommy before you had left so you threw that on as you watched over the others. You had just been messing with your knife when Joel snatched your headphones and put them up to his ear. 

“Damn. I haven't heard REO Speedwagon in years.”

He smiled and handed the headphones back to you. You were going to say something but didn’t want to disturb the peaceful silence so you dropped your gaze and fiddled with the handle of your knife. He saddled up next to you and leaned his head back onto the tree and let out a breath.

“You should get some sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll take first watch.”

Still staring at your feet, you heard Joel shuffle and get up to move back towards his sleeping bag. You look up at the sky and get yourself ready for a long night. But before you could pout about it, you hear Joel trudging back over to you. He had his pocket knife in hand when he sat down next to you. But instead of sitting up against the tree, he faced the tree itself. He put his blade up against the tree and slowly stripped a small patch of bark from the trunk.

“What the hell are you doing Joel?”

He didn’t respond but stopped stripping the bark, instead he started chiselling small lines in the barren area. So you turned to face him and his little project to see what he had etched in the tree. It had his initials with a plus sign under them. You laughed at the cheesy gesture and leaned in, carving your own initials under his.

You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned, the both of you saw Ellie with an annoyed expression on her face. She leaned down and inspected the carvings in the tree trunk. She reached into her pocket and took out and flipped open her own knife. She carved a crude EW underneath your own signature.

Once she was seemingly satisfied with her work, she nodded and walked back to her sleeping bag. You and Joel looked at eachother, on the verge of bursting out laughing. Joel calmed himself and kissed the corner of your mouth before he too retreated back to his sleeping bag. You sighed and watched over the two, slowly tracing the carvings in the trunk. You put the headphones back on and continued your nostalgia trip.

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fightin' for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

Pairing: Injured!Joel x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Confessions, fluff, first kiss

I sort of changed the way Joel got injured just because. It mostly just tires him out. 🤷‍♂️ I hope you like it and thanks for the request!!

Earshot

No matter how many times Joel told you he was okay, you didn’t believe him. You walked directly behind him with your arm up to support him. He kept swatting your hand away but you kept putting it on his shoulder. Joel stopped and swayed for a second, he started breathing heavily. You were at his back the second he lost his footing. 

He fell back against you. You caught him with a grunt and told Ellie to go scouting ahead for a place to house the injured man laid across your lap. You gave her your rifle and told her to be extremely careful. You were confident that she would be okay but reminded her about gun safety just to be sure.

“Come on Joel, stay with me buddy.”

Joel's eyes fluttered but he didn’t respond. You gently patted his face and pulled him a bit closer, making sure his upper torso didn’t touch the snow. You rocked back and forth and tried to keep him awake. You heard a horse trotting back in your direction. You were pretty sure that it was Ellie but you turned and shielded Joel with your pistol up anyway. As you suspected, Ellie came into view with her hands up.

“I found an empty place a ways up the path. It’s not a long ride and there doesn't seem to be any infected nearby.”

You nodded.

“I’ll help Joel up on the horse and be right behind you with our packs.”

Ellie looks panicked. You tried to keep your hopes up and the spirits light but you were on the verge of panicking yourself. But you comforted Ellie and tried your best to sound certain. Once you have Joel partly awake and on the horse, you haul your and Joel’s packs up and start after the tracks that Ellie made in the snow. The cold wind was biting at your cheeks and nose. You slowly but surely made your way up the path and to the abandoned building.

You walked up to the place to see Ellie struggling to get Joel off the horse. You jog up to help get him down, handing off your packs to Ellie before grabbing Joel. You were going to throw him over your shoulder but you thought that would hurt his side too badly so you opted for the classic bridal carry. Once you had Joel comfortable in your arms, you started to follow Ellie inside.

“And you're absolutely sure there’s nothing bad in here Ellie?”

Ellie’s face lights up when she turns around.

“Only you.”

You heard Joel stifle a chuckle and then groan in pain.

“Yeah, yeah alright shithead. We need to find a place for your old man to rest.”

Ellie leads you to what you assumed used to be a bedroom. There was a mattress on the floor that looked clean enough. You told Ellie to grab your blanket from your pack and lay it down for him. You looked down to the man in your arms to see that the bleeding had stopped. When you glanced up to his face you saw that he was looking right at you, a soft expression on his face. Your face flushed and you quickly looked away again. You carefully put Joel down on the mattress and covered him with your jacket.

“Hey no it’s freezing, take your damn jacket back.”

You stand straight and cross your arms.

“You need it more than I do.”

He tried to sit up but you kneeled down and gently laid him back down.

“Slow down cowboy, you need your rest. We’re not leaving until you get a few hours of sleep.”

Joel huffs but obliges. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. You want to stay with him but you have a few things to do. You make sure Ellie’s alright and then do a quick patrol around the small property. You came back to find Ellie sleeping against Joel's door. You lean down and pick her up, trying your very best not to wake her. You were glad you already had her set up the sleeping area so you could just lay her down. You saw some trash on the floor, Ellie had already eaten. 

You realised how hungry you were when your stomach rumbled loudly. You shuffle over to where Ellie had thrown your stuff and grabbed a protein bar. When you finished you thought that you should sit to rest for a while too. You sat down next to Joel. His hand wasn’t covered by the blanket so you put yours over it and sighed. You studied his sleeping face. He looked at peace and was almost smiling.

“I really wish you would stop getting yourself hurt so badly. You're giving me grey hair.”

You huffed sadly.

“You know I worry about you Joel. Ellie worries about you. You keep tiptoeing closer and closer to the edge and I’m afraid that one of these days you're going to throw yourself over and I'm not going to be able to haul your ass back up.”

You move your hand up to brush through his hair.

“You really mean a lot to me and the kid. I know you can’t hear me right now but it doesn't really matter. I-”

Ellie shuffled from across the room.

“I love you Joel.”

You lean down and kiss his forehead. You move to pull your hand from his hair but Joel grabs your wrist. You jump and go to start apologising.

“Oh shit I'm sorry Joel. I thought you were-”

You were cut off by him loosening his grip on your arm and instead grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. He pulls you in closer and places a fervent kiss on your lips. It takes you a moment to realise what he was doing. You kiss him back with the same vigour. When you pull back you see a pretty shade of pink dust across his cheeks.

“I love you too.”

Thank you sm!! 😭😭😭

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Mando!Reader

Warning: None!

Content: Fluff

This is from Din’s perspective so the reader has a nickname. No use of y/n. Hope you guys enjoy!

Partners

Din had been so used to living alone that when another Mandalorian offered to join him in his travels, it took him a while to come to terms with it. The man was quiet and intelligent. He was a bit taller than him and had a broad frame. Din had watched the other hunter in action and was surprised he had never met him before. His reddish tinted beskar and durasteel armour looked similar to his own, Mandalorian sigil forged proudly on his shoulder.

Once Din had stepped on board, along with his new partner, he was pleasantly greeted by Grogu. He smiles under his helmet and leans down to pick the creature up. He turns to the other man and starts introductions.

“This is Grogu, Grogu this is…”

He pauses, releasing that he never got a name from the other hunter. He looks up from the little beast he held in his arms. A bit of tension left his shoulders when he heard the warrior laugh through his helmet and step a bit closer.

“Jackal. Nice to meet you little guy.”

Din watches as he leans down and reaches a hand to Grogu who giggles happily and grabs one of his gloved fingers. 

“You can get to know him after we get out of here. For now you should get familiar with the controls and layout of the ship.”

Jackal nods and Grogu releases his grip. Din puts him down and makes for the small area where he keeps his weapons. Jackal’s rifle is still clasped to his back and his blaster is still on his hip. He’d have to clear a spot for the other’s weapons. But for now, Din puts his stuff away and leads the man to the very front of the ship. When he hears Jackal’s footsteps become irregular, he looks back to see that Grogu has attached himself to the taller man's calf.

“Y’know it would be easier for both of you if you just picked him up.”

He heard Jackal stifle a laugh as he bent down to pick up the clingy child. Once he had Grogu securely in his arms, he continued on behind Din.

It took a few hours, but the three finally found a safe place to rest for a while. Jackal volunteered to stay up a bit longer due to the lack of space in the ship. Din felt sort of bad but trusted the man to his own devices. He tried to retreat back to his and Grogu’s cramped sleeping quarters but the little one refused to go with him. Grogu climbed up and forced himself into Jackal’s lap. He chuckled and told Din that it was okay and that he would watch over Grogu while he slept.

Din had slept through most of the night, only waking when he heard a quiet knock on the shudder. He opens it to see Jackal standing with a sleeping Grogu in his arms. He silently shuffled out of the sleeping area and offered it to the other. Jackal had a bit tougher time fitting in the makeshift bed but he made it work. Din stretched and prepared himself for the day.

Two years later, the three of you were still together. Din and Jackle had been dancing around their feelings for eachother for over half of it. They shared little moments here and there but never explicitly confronted the other about it. Neither of them wanted to ruin the partnership that they had been building. So feelings continue to go unacknowledged. At least they do until a bounty goes sideways and Jackal almost gets himself killed trying to save Din.

So they both sit in the Razor Crest, panting and bloody. The ship was completely silent besides the ragged breaths coming from the hunters. Grogu was safe and sound with Peli, far away from the shit storm the two created for themselves. Din noticed the stiff and pained posture Jackal had taken. He stood and walked over to the medical area, grabbing a kit, and bringing it back to Jackal.

Din assisted Jackal, laying him down on the floor, and taking his armour off. Albeit not being the cleanest place to tend to an open wound, it was all they had at the moment. With his chest piece off and his weapon put aside, Jackal helped pull the undershirt up enough so that Din could tend to his injury. He had a large vertical gash on his lower left abdomen. Din saw that his midsection was littered with varying healed scars.

He stitches up and bandages the slash before leaning back giving the other some breathing room. Sitting back on his heels, he watched Jackal’s chest rise and fall steadily. Jackal reaches a hand to Din, which he grasps in his own. He helped the man sit up and get up into the co-pilot’s seat in the control room. He grabbed a fresh set of clothes for the injured hunter and gave him some privacy to change. Din stood outside the door, nervously swaying back and forth.

He waited for Jackal to trudge out, hand on his side. Din let out a sigh of relief and offered Jackal his armour back. He didn’t put it back on, instead opting to set it aside and sitting back down in his seat with a groan. Din moved behind him, too restless to sit. He put his hand on the back of Jackal’s chair and spun it around. He wanted to make absolute sure that his partner was going to be okay.

Jackal tilted his head, confused. Din knelt down in front of him with his hands on both sides of the armrests. Jackal said nothing but leaned forward slightly. Din moved his hands down to Jackal’s knees, not pressing any further, just simply setting them there. Din could hear his breath hitch through his helmet. Jackal sat stiff and still until Din started to pull away. Neither man said anything. Jackal grabbed one of Din’s hands and pulled him up to eye level. Slowly leaning forward, Din gently touched his helmet to Jackal’s. He leaned back and sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

Jackal asked, genuinely concerned. Din looked up, and got an idea.

“Do you trust me?”

Din asked the man in front of him.

“With my life.”

The ease with which he said it made Din a bit dizzy.

“Sit tight.”

Din walked to the control panel and Jackal heard him flip a few switches. The lights dimmed and then turned off fully, leaving the men in almost complete darkness. Din carefully moved back in front of Jackal and kneeled in front of him once again. He slowly takes his helmet off and audibly sets it down, hoping Jackal knows what he’s implying. Luckily he does.

He hears Jackal take off his helmet and gently presses it into his hand for him to put down. After placing the helmet down next to his own, Din leaned back up. He stopped about an inch away, he could feel Jackal’s breath on his face.

“Is this okay?”

Din asked in a hushed tone. Instead of responding, Jackal closed the distance between them. The kiss is slow and meaningful. Almost two years of pent up feelings and unresolved tension shone through their intimacy. Jackal moved his hand up and rested it on the back of Din’s neck, the other cupped his jaw. Din tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

Jackal was the first to pull away for air but Din didn’t want the kiss to end. He moved down to pepper Jackal’s neck in love bites and small kisses. Din felt a groan rumble in the back of Jackal’s throat. He finally pulled back and listened to the other man pant in the darkness. Din started to stand up but before he could, Jackal grabbed his hands once again. Only this time he pulled Din towards him.

Din was tugged into Jackal’s lap. Once he was comfortable and not anywhere near Jackal’s injury, Din grabbed both sides of his face and yanked him in again. This time their kiss was more heated. Hands wandered. They both made the most of it since they were probably never going to see each other's faces. Jackal felt the stubble on Din’s face, and ran his fingers through his soft hair.

Although Din couldn’t see, he could imagine what the man in front of him looked like. Flushed cheeks with half-lidded and glossed over eyes. He felt as his cheeks started to burn at the thought. Din was shocked back into reality by a pained groan coming from Jackal. He jumped out of the man’s lap and apologised for losing focus.

“It’s alright Din I’m okay. But maybe we should take a little break for today.”

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff

I know this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!!💙

His Gift

Joel was pissed. He had told you almost immediately. The head of his guitar had snapped completely off. You watched as he moped around town for a solid week before you had found it. There was an almost completely untouched abandoned house about a mile off the beaten path. Not only did you find a box of medical supplies, you also found a Taylor 600-SPEC acoustic guitar in pristine condition. Although it was missing a few strings and was horribly out of tune, it was intact. 

Now all you had to do was make it back to Jackson without scuffing it and put it back together without Joel noticing. The ride back was easy as you had already cleared the path on the way there. Now you had to get back to your place, find Joel’s old broken guitar, restring the new one, and tune it all without Joel noticing. Piece of cake. Right?

You had found his old guitar, sitting sadly in the corner of Joel’s bedroom. You knew he really loved that guitar so you handled it gingerly despite it already being broken. You slowly and carefully take the strings from the instrument. You left the guitar where you found it and moved on to the new one. The strings put up a bit of a fight but you finally got the guitar restrung. Now all that was left to do was tune it.

You started with the 6th string and put it in standard tuning. Once you were satisfied with the sound you heard someone, probably Joel, walk in. You set the guitar down quietly and walked out of the bedroom to greet him. He had sat himself down on the couch. He looked up at you and you noticed how tired he truly looked. You sat down next to him and scooted close. He leaned his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Hey Joel.”

He hums in response.

“I found something pretty cool on patrol.”

He lifts his head and looks at you, confused.

“What’d you find?”

He asked.

“You remember your old guitar?”

You saw Joel’s eyes light up as he jumps to his feet.

“You're not sayin what I think you're sayin, are you?”

You got up and walked to the closed bedroom. You retrieved the new guitar and walked back out to Joel. As soon as the instrument comes into his line of sight he starts running towards you, the guitar gets plucked from your hands. You watch as Joel inspects the guitar with joy. He plucks a few strings and moves to sit down on the couch again but stops. He puts the guitar down and walks back over to you. He has a big goofy smile on his face.

“Thank you darlin”

Joel grabs your hands and leans in closer. He gently presses his lips against yours. You can feel his beard against your face, a welcome bristle against your chin. He pulls back and peppers your face in small kisses. You laugh while he pulls you back to the sofa. He picks the guitar back up and starts playing softly. The tune he plays is familiar but the name only comes to you once he starts singing. His baritone voice reverberates in the small space.

Talkin’ away

I don’t know what 

I’m to say I’ll say it anyway

Today’s another day to find you

Shyin’ away

I’ll be comin’ for your love, okay

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff

I loved this prompt and writing this. Sorry it's a bit late, I broke my damn finger.😅 Anyway I hope you enjoy this!

Husband

He could hear his heart beating in his ears. Joel had never been this nervous in his life. Tommy had given him a ring to propose to you. He could feel them sitting snugly in his pocket. He had been watching the back of your head as you and Ellie rode through the elegant woodland scenery. She had had a tiring day and was half asleep against your back. Joel loved how quickly Ellie adjusted to you. He smiled at the fond thought of his little messed up found family. 

He wanted to find a nice spot to camp out for the night. He wanted a quiet moment alone with you. After another half hour of riding, Joel heard you say that you found a nice spot to rough it out. It was a small clearing at the top of a hill just off the path. He nodded back and the two of you steered towards it. While you were hitching the horses nearby, Joel was setting up the sleeping bags. The sun was getting low in the sky and Joel was starting to get antsy.

Ellie was snoring loudly in her sleeping bag while you were finishing the last of your dinner. He was trying to find the right way to ask you but couldn't find the words. You saw how quiet he had gotten all of a sudden. You discarded your trash and walked over to Joel. He didn’t notice you coming up behind him so you slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and lowered your chin onto his shoulder. He jumps a bit but relaxes when he realised it was just you. He leaned back into your touch, calming himself.

He lets out a heavy sigh and starts to turn to face you. You raise an eyebrow, silently asking what's wrong. He avoided your eyes and instead opted to lean his forehead on your shoulder. You move your hand up his back and run your fingers through his greying hair. Joel opened his eyes to see the sun slowly setting behind you. He determined that this was it. It was now or never. Joel pulled back and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the matching rings and looked down at them.

“We’ve been runnin’ together for a while now. And you’ve helped me an Ellie a lot along the way.”

He looked up to see your confused expression. You hadn’t noticed the rings he was clutching in his hand. He wasn’t getting rid of you was he? Noticing your obvious concern, Joel decided that he would throw out the little speech he was going to give.

“What I’m trying to ask is…”

He grabbed your left hand and brought it close to his chest.

“Will you marry me?”

He held his breath, not daring to move an inch. At least not until you pulled yourself out of his grip. His heart dropped. But he was quickly comforted by the feeling of both of your hands moving up to the sides of his face, forcing him to look you in the eye. You lean in and press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. You looked at him softly and responded honestly.

“Of course I will Joel.”

His face burns and he feels a huge goofy grin slide onto his face. He slips the ring onto your hand and you do the same for him. You were staring down at your intertwined hands but was interrupted by him yanking you in for another kiss. This time slower and more heated. Joel turned his head to deepen the kiss. You feel your head start to spin. Joel became the only thing on your mind. You run your hands down his chest and back onto his waist. Before you could get much further, you were broken apart by Ellie.

“Gross. Get a room you two.”

You both look over at the teenager and catch your breath. Joel bends over and laughs breathlessly, breath clear in the crisp cool night. You chuckle at the man and watch as Ellie rolls over and sinks lower into her sleeping bag. You drag Joel back to your little area and nestle together on top of the padding you brought. You had him tightly tucked into your chest. Before you could fall asleep, you heard Joel grumble something quietly.

“Goodnight Mr. Miller.”

The last name warmed your body and a suppressed laugh escaped your nose.

“And goodnight to you too Mr. Miller.”

With that, the two of you drifted into the best sleep either of you had experienced in years.

You were rudely awakened by Ellie shaking your shoulder. You grumbled and rolled over onto your stomach. You heard her groan and complain to Joel who was making coffee. He treads over to you before stopping by your head. You crack one eye open to look up at your soon-to-be husband.

Husband