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korebringerofded · 9 months

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I Can See You- Joel Miller X F!Reader

Summary- Your father is the boss of a major crime family that developed after the apocalypse. Life is pretty safe and boring until your fathers new associate, Joel Miller starts coming around and he starts to change everything.

Tags- Post apocalypse, pre!Ellie, one use of Y/N?

Warnings- Age gap, mutual pining, language, smut, mostly future smut, dirty thoughts, sexual situations and dialogue. Joel being hot and protective

Words-3500

Author Notes- Definitely doing a part two for this bad boy. I promise the next one will have so much damn spice I just gotta edit lol.

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As much as you would have loved to have just forgotten this embarrassingly huge crush you had, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to get the image of your fathers newest associate out of your head.

You honestly should have known better, considering the first time you heard the name Joel Miller was regarding how dangerous he could be, how rugged and cold. He had apparently been caught smuggling some supplies around your fathers territory and by the end of it all a deal was struck and just like that Joel was working for your father.

It was the first time that you came in contact with him that really doomed you to fall for him so completely. You couldn’t say what exactly it was that drew you to him at first, he was handsome, obviously, and incredibly dangerous, maybe that danger is what made him so tempting to you, he was forbidden and a part of you liked that.

The first time you met Joel in person was a few weeks after you had first started to hear rumors of him around the compound. He was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee as you stood in the doorway, a bit shocked by the unknown visitor. He was…terrifyingly handsome, sharp jaw, scruffy beard, deep pools of brown eyes that you could get lost in. His salt and pepper hair that was perfectly messy matched his casual dress, jeans, work boots, plaid shirt. You stared at him for a moment, chewing at your lip before finally saying something. As his eyes settled on you, still in your pajamas and messy hair.

“G-goodmorning, I’m (Y/N).” You struggled to steady your voice, failing miserably.

“Joel.” He partially turned to face you, raising his hand up to wave as he gave you a polite nod before going back to his coffee. You guessed he wasn’t really much of a conversationalist and tried to shrug it off before making your own coffee and retreating back to your room.

It went on like that for a few weeks, you watching him patrol the compound through your bedroom window, running into him when you both made coffee in the mornings, passing glances in the hallway

“You can’t walk around like that!” You sighed, setting your coffee on the counter behind you as you walked over to Joel and ghosted your small hands over Joel’s plaid shirt, it was a dark green and blue and was rather well worn with tears and it had been missing the middle button for years.

“I will be fine, darlin.” Joel snorted, rolling his eyes at you as he shook his head. “I don’t have any big dances comin’ up so I doubt anyone’ll notice.” Joel took a bite from the toast in his hand as he looked down at you, admiring your curves and glowing skin.

Damn, he really needed to get himself under control.

“It most certainly is not fine.” You put your hands on your hips, scowling at him. “Take it off, I am fixing it for you.” You held a hand out expectantly.

Joel couldn’t help but do as you asked so after he chuckled and teased you just a bit longer he was unbuttoning the remaining buttons on his shirt before tugging it off and handing it to you as he tried desperately to ignore the way your delicate hands felt against his as they brushed for just a moment.

You went back to your room holding the shirt to your chest with bright red cheeks, the fresh pine scent just enveloped you as you held it close to your face to breathe in his scent.

Ugh, you totally were not getting creepy with this annoying crush at all.

It was the next morning and Joel was leaving his room in the compound when he felt his work boots knock over something and when he glanced down he saw a small shiny gift bag laying on its side.. He couldn’t help but grin and chuckle as he picked it up and pulled out his shirt, running his rough hands over your handiwork, not a hole or tear in sight and the missing button had been replaced with a shiny red one. It had never looked better. Something in him started to tear away then, such a small act of kindness. It just really got to him as he felt you start to warm the parts of him he had thought were cold and barren.

When Joel stopped showing up for coffee you were more than disappointed as it had become something you secretly looked forward to everyday. The lack of seeing Joel seemed to only make your mind run in a circle of anxiety and embarrassment. He had taken up so much of your mind it was starting to drive you mad.

The next day you saw Joel it was probably the hottest day of the entire summer and you had taken refuge in the pool, a thin pink bikini covering your body, not leaving much to the imagination. It was damn hot and you honestly didn’t care, floating in the pool as you tried to ignore the blazing heat. You had been in the pool for a while, skin getting a bit pruny and eyes closed as you enjoyed the cool water.

“Hey! Care for some company?” A familiar voice made your eyes open quickly and in front of you on the edge of the pool was a curly brunette with wide shoulders and a toothy grin. Caleb, was one of the younger guards your father had hired recently and he was rather handsome, cocky and annoying, but still handsome and (most of the time) enjoyable.

“You do know if my daddy finds out your slacking off again there will be hell to pay?” You couldn’t help but giggle and tilt your head to the side. Caleb shrugged and sat his rifle down, untucking his shirt from his pants and starting to lift it over his torso. It was hard not to let your eyes wander at his tan toned body, and muscular arms.

“He won’t be home for a while so-” Caleb’s cocky words folded into a yelp as he was dragged from the edge of the pool by the back of his neck.

“The fuck are you doing, boy? Get the hell back to work.” Joel spat, his thick Texas accent was so prominent now. Your eyes were so focused on Joel that you didn’t even notice Caleb grabbing his things and looking pale as a ghost while he ran off.

To be frank, Joel looked furious, his thick muscular arms bulged from his tight shirt as he stood at the edge of the pool, his sharp jaw tight as his arms were crossed over his chest. His dreamy brown eyes were now dark and stormy as he kept them locked on you.

It made you feel a bit meek and yet, you were also a bit pissed yourself.

“What is your problem?” You felt your cheeks getting hot as you started to get out of the pool, still dripping wet and hair reeking of chlorine as you stood in front of the scowling man.

You hadn’t realized until now just how…huge that he was. His shoulders were broad, arms thick and rippled with muscles.His scent was thick and alluring, and being this close to him made your anger dwindle.

“You shouldn’t be out here like this, kid.” Joel sighed, his eyes looking you up and down, his fists clenching and unclenching as his nostrils flared.

“I am not a kid, and I really don’t need you to lecture me, old man.” You couldn’t help but jab at him, going to turn away before his rough hand gripped your arm tightly, his brown eyes staring intensely into yours.

There was a moment you were both frozen like that, his hand gripping your wrist. Joel honestly couldn’t help but rub his thumb over your wrist, gently drawing slow circles along your flesh. The water from the pool still dripped down your body and onto the pavement below, the sun beating down over your smooth skin. For a moment you swore you saw that cold demeanor melt away, for just a single moment before it was back and he was scowling again. Joel immediately let you go, turning away almost suddenly as he walked off.

You hated to admit it but your heart lurched at the loss of contact and you stared at his broad shoulders as he walked away, wide eyed and cheeks a bright pink. It was hard to breath, hard to move as your heart beat echoed in your ribs and traveled through your whole body. You hated to admit how he was making you feel, it was confusing and sent waves of heat through your body as well as frustration.

Seriously, what was his deal?

He was really starting to take up a lot of your thoughts and the two of you had barely spoken aside from that day. It was starting to drive you nuts, you found yourself looking forward to running into him more and more as time went on.

It would be two weeks before you saw Joel again as he was sent out on a job away from the compound (You knew better than to ask too many questions about specifics.) though you really couldn’t help but feel he was purposely trying to avoid you.

The evening sun poured into the kitchen as you sat at the counter, legs crossed as you flipped through the pages of your book. In all honesty you were desperately trying to distract yourself from thinking about Joel and his damn hands. The way he looked at you was unlike anything you had experienced before, it was intense and a little terrifying.

You thought about those rough hands touching more than just your wrist, you thought of them dancing across your flesh expertly, back arching and breath ragged as his stubble ran across your chest and navel and lower until he was between your thighs, eyes hungry as his hands gripped your hips.

Your thoughts were starting to consume you and you couldn’t help but audibly groan and let your head fall against the counter.

“Uhhh..You okay there?” Joel’s voice cut through the room like a knife, his deep voice sent goosebumps over my neck and back.

You were going to die of embarrassment, after all this time and he just shows up at the worst possible moment.

You reluctantly sit up and turn towards him, cheeks a bit pink.

“I'm fine- Woah.” When you faced him you felt yourself tense up. He had deep bruises on his jaw and his lip was busted open. “What happened to you?”

You didn’t really think about it, you grabbed a clean rag and walked over to him, tugging on his arm to make him sit in a chair so you can clean him up.

“Its’ fine-I can handle myself.” Joel holds his hand up to stop you, your eyes locking for a moment. He can’t help it, your pleading eyes and trembling bottom lip made him fold almost immediately and his hand fell so you could move between his legs, gently pressing the rag to Joel’s bleeding lip.

“It’s not ‘fine’.” You rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling embarrassed by your closeness but you focused on his lip, soaking the blood up and feeling a bit dazed at how damn handsome he was, how his thick pine scent mixed with the sweat on his brow and how that all made your heart leap in your chest.

“I’m gonna get the first aid kit- I’ll be right back.” You whispered, taking a step back as your nerves started to fully set in, this was too much, he was too tempting. If you were too close to him you were going to majorly embarrass yourself. You just wanted him so badly it was starting to fester in the pit of your stomach.

Once you returned you finished cleaning his wounds and dressing them, his breath spreading over your chest and neck as your delicate hands patched him up. You were really just too close for comfort.

Joel was dying inside, clenching and unclenching his fists as he struggled to resist the urge to run his hands over your hips and to just fucking ruin you. He had certainly been avoiding you like the damn plague, you were gorgeous and going anywhere near you was sure to be nothing but trouble for the older man and yet…something about you kept him coming back to you, despite the dangers, despite the taboo. He just wanted you in every way.

“All done. Now you won’t bleed all over the place.” You teased, feeling a deep sense of relief as you finally and yet still reluctantly backed away from Joel, cheeks heating up as his eyes met with yours again.

“Thanks, darlin. Maybe you can be my personal nurse, hm?” Joel stood, smirking as he took a few steps closer, his chest inches from your face as you stared into those endless eyes of his. Joel slowly reached his hand up and brushed your cheek with a look so soft and cool it made your head spin. “See you later.” He mumbled softly before he turned away quickly and was gone just like that.

He almost didn’t control himself there, his mind and heart racing in tandem as he willed himself to walk away, willed himself not to think about your smooth plush hips or your gemstone eyes that glimmered as they looked up at him, full of innocence and sweetness. Something that Joel, deep deep down, wanted to corrupt. He just had to avoid you at all costs. He could do that, right?

After that it was almost a month before you ran into him, and it was less so running into him and more so your father being a control freak and only allowing you to leave the compound when accompanied by a trusted guard and unfortunately for the both of you this meant Joel was given the honor of being your babysitter.

“I am 23, Joel. I don’t need you to lecture me.” You rolled your eyes as Joel took a beer bottle from your hands. You were already significantly more drunk than you needed to be, not that you would ever admit that of course.

You leaned against the bar, rolling your eyes dramatically. You had worn your tight black dress that hugged all of your curves, shiny red lips popping as you glared at the tall man, hands on your hips.

“Your daddy seems to think otherwise.” Joel shot you a glare, taking the beer bottle from you and passing you a glass of water which immediately made you groan.

“Don’t you ever loosen up?” You huffed, face heating up as you glared up at him, the alcohol burning through your veins and making you a lot more vocal and in all honesty, bratty.

“You don’t need to be shit faced when I take you home.” Joel sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, he wasn’t going to budge on this.

“Fine. I am going to dance. You can sit here and sulk.” You huffed, spinning around and walking out into the drunken and stumbling crowd but not far enough that Joel couldn’t see. A part of you wanted him to watch.

You turned back to see his eyes staring at you in an almost predatory way and for a moment it almost made you lose your nerve. He was almost burning a hole in that dress with the heat and intensity of which he watched you. You couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the way he gripped his glass, his jaw tight as you started to sway your hips, dancing to the music. While across the room Joel watched every step, every sway. The way your hands ran over your stomach and chest, eyes low and chest rising and falling. He looked like a starved man as he looked you over, gripping his glass so hard you were concerned it would shatter.

You were much too drunk, you would certainly make a fool of yourself and yet you didn’t stop. His eyes on you made you hungry and a little light-headed. His gaze was so damn intense you didn’t even notice the man standing behind you before he tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to see Caleb, a little dazed and very drunk as you looked at him, his hair a bit messy and his typical toothy grin.

“You’re beautiful in that dress.” He smirked, going to lean forward to touch your hips before his eyes went wide and he started to back away, hands up as he pushed a few people to get away. He looked like he just saw a ghost.

You stood, head tilted to the side as he ran off, confusion written on your face before you turned around and felt your own heart sink. Joel was stalking towards you, fists clenched and a terrifying dark look in his eyes as he approached you, getting nose to nose with you.

“I’m tired of this.” His voice was dark and gravely, it sent a shiver down your spine.

In a swift motion Joel had lifted you by the waist, tossed you over his shoulder and started to walk out of the bar, his thick fingers holding your waist tight as he carried you out into the cool night.

“Joel! Put me down!” Your face was bright red in embarrassment, you struggled a bit but it was ultimately fruitless, Joel’s strength greatly outmatched your own.

After walking for a minute and ignoring your many, many threats Joel did eventually put you down. From the moment you saw him stalking towards you to right now you felt your blood boil in a fierce wave of anger. You ignored your trembling hands as you got nose to nose with him, tears stinging your eyes as you shoved your manicured index finger against Joel’s muscular chest.

“Seriously, what is your problem?!” You were seething as the words left your mouth, tears threatening to fall.

Joel just stared at you for a moment, the moonlight overhead was shimmering in the alleyway and illuminating your captivating eyes. Even now, as you furiously glared at him, eyes dark and angry, he was absolutely helpless to your beauty. He was fighting a losing battle with himself, he wanted to be a good man, he wanted to finish this job and get far away from you so he could stop himself from ruining not just his own life but yours as well.

“You.” He took a step forward, his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, his hands reaching out to pin you between him and the brick building. “You are…my problem.” Joel was growling now, he was almost baring his teeth as he moved closer, his breath spreading over your neck as you stared wide eyed.

“W-what are you talking about?” Your voice was soft.

You couldn’t help but gasp when you felt Joel start to laugh, leaning his head against your neck, his beard rubbing against your skin as Joel took in your sweet vanilla scent as much as he could before pulling away. You could feel his body shake as he laughed before his deep brown eyes were staring into yours.

“Seeing you run around in that damn bikini, seeing you flirt with that douche. The coffees and those fucking eyes you keep giving me. It needs to stop. All of it.” Joel’s eyes were dark and serious, his jaw tight as he pressed his knuckles into the brick behind you. He was fighting everything inside of him. The fight between his morals and the way you were starting to make him feel.

You were silent for a moment, looking at him with wide eyes that were glossy as tears threatened to spill down your rosy cheeks. Had you misread the entire situation?

“Why?” Your voice was soft as you looked at him, lip trembling a bit. You felt pretty pathetic.

“Aside from the fact that your daddy will kill me? You are just a young kid. It ain’t right.” Joel’s face softened a bit as he started to pull away, shaking his head as he struggled to keep his eyes on anything but you and your glimmering eyes.

“You don’t…you don’t want me at all?”

Those words sent electricity down Joel’s spine as you looked up at him, tear stained cheeks and trembling breath as you reached for him. He in fact did want you, he wanted you more than he had ever wanted anything or anyone.As much as Joel wanted to spare you, to allow you to stay pure and good but something in him was so damn loud and hungry for you, his internal voice was kicking the shit out of him for making you cry. He just didn’t want to hurt you.

He couldn’t take it anymore and in a quick movement Joel had you pressed against the wall again, his hands holding your hips as his mouth ghosted over yours, his breath heavy and hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear.

“I want you so damn much, darlin. So damn much…”

Part Two Coming Soon???

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dancing-withthedoctor · 3 years

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the nightmares that keep you awake - tony stark x fem!reader

SUMMARY: y/n is trying to adjust to life as an avenger, tony is dealing with the weight of future possibilities. y/n winds up in tony's workspace at 3am, and together they take a collective effort to open up.

CATEGORY: fluff, lil angst

WARNINGS: stress, anxiety, nightmares

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

《 ive never written for tony and ive never written angst, so this might suck, but I love this all the same, enjoy (this fic is post battle of new york, idk the timeline is wonky anyway who cares) 》

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Y/n had gotten used to the sound of metal creaking in the Avengers compound. With all the suits and the tech, what can you expect? However, on this particular night, it wasn't the sound of metal lulling her to sleep; it was swearing.

Specifically, Tony Stark's grumbling voice in a room a little farther away from hers. To her reluctance, since she was a new addition to the team, she got the worst room: the extra spare room right next to Tony's workspace.

Y/n had been an official Avenger for nearly a month, taking a quick liking to the team and an even quicker liking to a certain billionaire. The very billionaire who never sleeps, just like tonight. However, one thing she still wasn't adjusting to, was the constant awareness that her every move is being monitored by the media as a "hero" and the aching in her chest about being so far away from family.

Y/n rises out of her almost slumber, walking barefoot on the cold floor to Tony's studio, hoping to just ask him to keep it down long enough for her to go back to sleep. But what she wasn't prepared for was to see the well articulated Tony Stark huddled on the ground, his face in his hands next to a pile of ripped wires and broken metal.

She didn't know what to say or if he even noticed she was there. What do you say to someone you want to get to know? How do you ask them to be vulnerable with you?

"Sorry I woke you up," His voice is softer due to the late hours of the night, exhaustion creates a heavy wave over him.

"You didn't wake me, I wasn't asleep," a quick lie, a slip of the tongue, just hoping to ease his burden. "I.. uh heard the noise," Y/n briefly gestures to the mess on the floor beside him. Tony looks up finally at her, and smirks in the way he always does when he thinks of something snarky.

"How is it that you light up a room even at 3 in the morning?" Even with his bloodshot eyes and droopy gaze, he still manages to make her blush.

"Oh, haven't you heard? The fluorescent light does wonders for the skin," Y/n jokes back, smiling. She hasn't been out of the compound since moving in permanently, she is no longer just a normal citizen; she's an Avenger now. But being an Avenger still takes some getting used to.

She moved closer little by little in hopes of not scaring him off. She sits criss-cross next to him, "So what's the story here?"

He sighs and rubs his eyes,"I'm trying to build a new upgraded AI system like Jarvis. In case something ever happens to him, I need to have a backup, except the technology I need hasn't been invented yet,"

"Well, aren't we lucky to have you here to invented it?"

"Or maybe we should just cut our losses while we're ahead,"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

All of a sudden he is silent, staring at the floor in front of him, dazed and dissociated.

"Tony," Y/n asks like a question. "What do you mean by 'we'?" His eyes flicker to her, confusion drawn all over his face. In a heartbeat, he's up on his feet and returning to the tools on his messy desk.

"Exactly what it sounds like, sorry about the noise, I'll keep it down," He cuts the conversation short there, with no explanation about the far off look he had, Y/n stands up at this.

"Look, I know I may not be that close with all of you just yet, and you may not trust me enough to tell me what's going on, but I know when something isn't right, so you could just let m- "

"First of all you couldn't be further from the truth," he interrupts "-and secondly, whether or not anyone on this team can admit it, I'm the one holding this team together, keeping it afloat. I always have been, its my job,"

"I'm apart of this team now. What did you mean by 'we'?" The stern and stoic look on her face was the one thing that made Tony Stark cave and talk about his emotions.

"I've been having dreams… of the future, nightmares actually," He fiddles with the tools on his desk, avoiding her eye contact, "we lost, Y/n"

"Lost what? A fight? Tony, we can always come back from-"

"No we can't. Not with what I saw- the whole team was down with no fight left in them and you-," he chokes up at the thought. Before he let himself say more, he cut himself off, "With what I dreamt, there's no way out and we have to be prepared," he says in a low voice.

"Teams can't function without communication, Tony. Maybe you should let the team know,"

"We've done pretty well for ourselves so far," he says defensively.

"Have you?" It was a simple question, not meant to cause an argument or doubt in his abilities to lead the team. It was a question she asked herself often about the true nature of the team. Yes, they get the job done at the end of the day, but it seemed to her like the stress and anxiety of the job goes unnoticed and unresolved. The weight of the world on all their shoulders and no one utters a word; the biggest elephant in the room and they all pretend it isn't there.

He turns to look at her now, no longer droopy or tired, but a face full of questions, confusion, worry, and a little bit of surprise.

"Ah, now she speaks," he raises his arms in the air like he's speaking to an audience, "I was waiting to see how long you would ask, I thought you would bring it up sooner," he states, sarcastically.

"Clearly, your intuition is defective when it comes to me," it was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood, the air was getting too heavy too quickly. Y/n cringes slightly, that came out more depressing than she'd hoped it to.

He frowns at that, "I'm hardly ever wrong," his face hardens again, and Y/n realizes he isn't just talking about her. Silence fell over them, and suddenly they weren't superheroes. Y/n was just a recent recruit trying to make the best of a complicated situation and Tony was a tired man with too much on his plate.

"You really think you can carry all of this?" Y/n looks around the large room, "- the wellbeing of everyone in the world, the team; isn't it hard enough to just take care of yourself?"

Tony rubs the back of his neck, "If you haven't noticed," he gestures to the mess of scrap metal and computer parts, "I don't do the best at self-management,"

"You think you're the only one?"

Tony simply lifts his eyebrow, a silent 'go on'. Y/n sighs, "I'm homesick," she looks away from him, playing with the loose string on her pajama top. "It's not easy for anyone to move so far away from their family in general, let alone to be a hero that saves the world. What if I'm not even cut out for all of this?"

"You are," his face is full of determination, he's never said something with complete absolute certainty before.

"And if I'm not?" it was a whisper, annoyed at herself for almost tearing up, she tries to gulp them down; to push them away.

"Fury doesn't make mistakes. You've proven you're a valuable asset to every member on this team and you continue to do so every single day. If you weren't fit for this job, you wouldn't be here right now. You know that the good outways the bad. Don't let yourself forget it,"

"Then you shouldn't forget it either," Y/n eyes are glossy from the tears she's holding back. She hasn't had a proper cry since she got here, and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Tony takes a small step forward, closing the distance between them. He lifts his hand slowly to move the loose hair out of her face.

"All I know for certain is," he places his hands over her arms, "You're meant to be here,"

Tony pulls her in and embraces her, he feels her sink into his body, wrapping her arms around his back. Y/n leans her head against his shoulder and she takes in the feeling of being held by someone who understands. The mood has calmed down immensely, sometimes the only cure is to hold onto and be held by someone.

"And if you're here, I don't think I'll ever forget what I'm fighting for," Tony didn't mean for it to slip from his lips, but he is tipsy over no sleep and too many cups of caffeine to even process his words. Y/n couldn't say anything, confused on whether or not she heard right, she quickly changes the subject to something more positive and slips out of his grasp.

"Can I ask you something?" Getting more comfortable in his space, she leans against his work bench.

"Shoot, sunshine," he replies.

"I'm sorry, sunshine??"

"The fluorescent lights have to get their inspiration from somewhere," he winks.

The blush warms y/n's cheeks once again, but she composes herself and asks: "Whenever you have another nightmare, will you come tell me?"

A question. A suggestion. An invitation. A concern for a friend. Tony is silent, running the options and thoughts over in his head.

"As long as you come to me to let me know whenever you miss home. I'll have a flight booked and your bags packed before you can even say anything,"

"I really hope this isn't a secret attempt to get rid of me," Y/n questions with a genuine smile.

"I would never dream of it,"

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A/N: some plot holes were kind of left out, I don't usually have an outline for my fics, I just write what comes to me. with that being said, maybe I'll write a part 2! asks and dms are open ❤

#marvel #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #maybe yn has a thing for broken men

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