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joelswritingmistress · 24 days

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 1

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Every town in North America has a ghost story. Some are well kept secrets, and others are so notorious that the sins of those tales have spread far and wide, to every dark corner of the earth. Crystal Lake was a sterling example of such a place. It had a typical sounding name, really, for a fresh body of water in the middle of the New England woods. But the stories surrounding the area were anything but typical.

As a young child, I remember hearing his name being said on the playgrounds at school. Jason. It didn’t take me long to insert myself into conversations in an attempt to hear the details of whatever version of the story the older kids were spreading. Back then it didn’t matter if they were fact or fiction. I stayed up late, wide eyed staring at every dark corner of my bedroom after hearing tales of Jason Voorhees. Now, at 22 years old and about to enter the summer as a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, those distant, childish memories made me grin; though when my rusty, Jeep Wrangler bounced down the uneven road past the wooden Camp Crystal Lake sign, the hairs rose just a bit on the back of my neck.

“I thought you outgrew superstition,” I said quietly to myself as a song ended on my playlist, leaving me in a few extra seconds of silence to take in the wooded surroundings.

Jason Voorhees. The name still creeped everyone out. Yes, there had been a tragedy that happened decades earlier. Jason Voorhees was real; but after several attacks on counselors and residents alike, a boy named Tommy Jarvis managed to put Jason to rest permanently.

I shuddered and reminded myself that that was decades ago. I wasn’t even alive when it all happened. And this new camp wasn’t anywhere near the original location of the attacks on that Friday the 13th back in the 80’s.

I saw a pale yellow VW Bug parked up ahead next to a blue Ford pickup truck. On the opposite side of the truck was a Bronco with about as much rust as my Jeep. I began to wonder what my coworkers would be like. Would they be my age? Younger? Older? Local? I was about to find out.

I parked in the clearing beside the VW and stared out at the lake a few hundred yards away. There was a small beach with a towering, white lifeguard stand in the center and a wooden raft floating too not far from the patch of sand. If nothing else, it would be a great summer gig with a view. The campers wouldn’t be here for several weeks and I knew getting the place ready would call for some physical labor. I never minded hands-on work, and I was sure it would give us all time to bond.

When I exited the vehicle, a breeze hit me from the water and I shuddered, despite the temperatures nearing eighty degrees on the late June afternoon. My eyes scanned the trees on all sides and I suddenly wondered where everyone was. I let farfetched ‘what-ifs’ filter through my mind for a second before smirking to myself.

Grow up, I scolded myself lightheartedly. The imaginative part of me still enjoyed the folklore, no matter how juvenile it felt.

I popped open the back of the Jeep and reached in to grab my suitcase, an oversized gym bag and a backpack that housed the majority of my clothes. I had a few stray boxes with makeup and hair products, among other toiletries, though I decided I’d come back for them later.

Again, I took in my surroundings. For some reason I half-expected to see a group of young people out-and-about in the immediate area upon arrival. The silence was beginning to hit my psyche harder than I’d like to admit, and so I stared up at an oversized cabin with wooden paneling and headed in that direction.

A hammock swung empty on a giant front porch that was littered with chairs and small tables in between. Above them hung metal lighting fixtures, some of which were swinging in the summer breeze.

And then I heard a sound I could only compare to clicking. It was like a clock, almost. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I set my suitcase down near the bottom step and shrugged the gym bag off my shoulder so it rested beside it, leaving my backpack on. And then I followed the sound.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

What is that?

I swallowed hard as the noise grew louder. It stopped for a second and then there was a louder noise. A faint bang. And then a pause. Another bang.

What the hell is that?

I rounded the side of the two-story cabin and peeked my head around to see if I could get a glimpse of whatever, or whoever, was responsible for the sound. Visions of Jason Voorhees and his menacing hockey mask left my mind immediately when the truth revealed itself.

A muscular man in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows swung an ax, connecting with a giant log of wood. It split into two, sending little shards flying into the air. He wiped his forehead with his arm and then reached for another.

I wasn’t sure if I should tiptoe back to the front porch or interrupt him, but my mind was made up by default when he slowly turned in my direction. When he smiled beneath a mustache, I blushed and glanced at the open area of his chest where a few buttons were undone.

“Hello.” He gave a wave and wiped sweat off his forehead again before removing a pair of work gloves.

I raised my hand and swallowed hard. “Hi.”

The man approached and extended an arm in my direction. I stared down at his hand for a second before joining mine to his in a handshake. Our eyes met and I felt my eyebrows raise unwillingly.

“I’m Joel Miller,” he introduced himself, slightly out of breath. “I did the phone interview with you back in March and a second one in April. (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and cleared my throat with a smile.

“I’m the camp director,” he informed me with a nod.

“Nice to meet you.” My hand was still in his and finally they parted.

Joel nodded in agreement. “I’m just finishing up here. I think we have one more person to arrive today before the rest come in the middle of the week. You can get yourself settled in whatever room is still available and I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

When he smiled again I might as well have turned to stone. Who knew my boss for the summer would be such a.. hunk.

Well shit. It’s thirty seconds into the summer and I’m already crushing on my boss. I added, what a lovely predicament.

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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I’m brimming with yandere Joel and Ellie ideas it’s insane!! Can I request (when you’re ready ofc) Plwtonic Yan joel and Ellie with a reader that gets sick a lot? Like extremely susceptible to catching colds and other bugs so when winter comes in Wyoming joel and Ellie flat out refuse to let reader step one foot out of the house, and when they do, reader is bundled into like 3 of Ellie jumpers and 5 of Joel’s? Like I feel since Ellie is more capable and pretty tough he trusts her to look after herself but he finds it hard to stop hovering over reader like their a little baby

Omg thank you for requesting, this is so cute!

"Guys I promise you; I feel fine." You groaned with a sniff, rubbing your nose with the sleave of your shirt. Ellie was blocking the door with her body, shaking her head.

"You're obviously not!" She yelled, moving to put her hand on your forehead. When you moved away from her, she narrowed her eyes, chasing you around the room as you attempted to get to the front door. Joel, who was in the kitchen, heard the commotion as he was making soup for your minor cold.

"Hey! Kids! Stop running around, you're going to break something!" He yelled across the room, prompting you to stop moving, grunting when Ellie slammed into your back. Joel walked into the room, pointing at you.

"You, come here and eat yer' damn food." He then pointed to Ellie, "Stop messing with them, they're going to get worse." Ellie let out a dramatic sigh, walking into the kitchen with you.

"They were trying to leave." You punched Ellie's shoulder for ratting you out, getting a sharp 'ow' out of her. "Hey! what the fuck!" She yelled, eying you.

"She's lying." You said, ignoring Ellie while slurping up the hot soup. Joel looked unimpressed, moving around the kitchen as he cleaned.

"Don't hit your sister." He reprimanded. "And you're not leave while you're sick." He added. You slam you're spoon down, rolling your eyes as you slouched in your chair.

"It just be, like, for an hour." You pleaded, "Please." You resorted to begging.

"I'll take them." Ellie offered. You sprang up in your chair, now sitting fully straight up. You eye Joel, silently begging him to except Ellie's offer. You've been inside for two weeks, Joel and Ellie not allowing you to leave until you beat your cold. You feel perfectly fine, but the two of them would not budge until they deem you healthy.

Joel breathed out at sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose while his eyes narrowed. "Fine." He relented. "You can both go. But only to an hour and you have to wear a jacket."

You quickly hug Joel, rushing towards the door, leaning to put your shoes on. You were halfway out the door when Joel called out to you.

"What did I just say." He yelled, grabbing a jacket and helping you put it on. You apologized while waiting for Ellie go get ready. Once she was, Joel gave you both a quick hug, promised Ellie she would keep you safe, and you were out the door.

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boliv-jenta · 9 months

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No outbreak Joel Miller x inexperienced f!reader

Dave York x inexperienced f!reader

WC:3.9k

Summary: With the summer coming to an end, Joel teaches you one more lesson.

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. Protected P in V sex (explicit, to make up for all the unprotected sex. Use condoms!) Rough oral m!receiving. Swearing. Talk of adultery. Dave York.

Summer Schooled

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It turns out Sarah was actually ill. Just a little tummy bug but it kept her home for a couple of days. When she was starting to recover on the second day you'd dropped in to visit her.

"Hey!" She'd perked up as you entered the living room where she lay in a nest of blankets and pillows.

"Hi. I wanted to come check on you. My mom made you some soup." You gestured over your shoulder to where you'd handed the container to Joel in a very awkward interaction. Joel hadn't so much as texted you in the last couple of days so when he opened the door neither of you were sure what to say. He'd made polite conversation, thanked you for the soup, then invited you in to talk to Sarah.

"Thank you. You wanna stay and watch a movie? We're bingeing bad action movies."

Hesitantly, you looked at Joel. He gave you a half shrug and waved his hand as if he was pushing the ball into your court.

"Yeah. I'd love that. I've missed you this week." That was true, you had.

When you leave you are going to miss Sarah and the York girls. They're all going to grow up into such amazing women. Funny, smart, strong. Each one has their own distinct little character. They never failed to make you laugh or to come out with something to make you think.

The movie was not even half way over when Sarah fell fast asleep. Her curled up form gently rose and fell with each even breath. Even you standing from the end of the sofa she'd given you was enough to wake her. Joel had tossed his head towards his office to get you to follow him.

"Hey." The same greeting as his daughter but a wildly different tone. He seemed shy almost. With the doors now closed behind him he walked towards you. "I wanted to talk to you before you leave. I kind of got caught up in all of this." His hand came up to rub the back of his neck. "It was Dave's idea to play into all your doe eyed flirting. I know you're not as innocent as you've been making out or I swear to God I would never have touched you, legal or not. I got lost on a power trip. On having you on my terms. I haven't had much luck with women over the last decade. They didn't want to come second to Sarah or third to my business. Which I get…" he caught your eyes looking at him patiently. "...anyway. I just wanted to apologise. I hope I haven't put you off men for life just because…" he trailed off.

Tentatively, you lay a hand on the arm the was now across his chest gripping his other arm. "Because…?"

"Because I was lonely and needed to be seen as more than a father or a contractor. I wanted to be wanted. Fuck, I still don't know if you wanted me or the little fantasy we built up."

"It was definitely you Joel. I liked you plenty before that, because you're a great dad, because you're a competent contractor. It's all very hot. You're very hot, and funny, and smart, and if I were a few years older…"

"Just a few…?" He huffed out a laugh.

"Just a few." You smiled. "I would love to date you."

"How do I know you're not just flattering an old man to get some dick?"

"Because I could go get some old man dick from down the street with a whole lot less work."

"Fair. Make sure you get him tested first though. I did. Twice. I wasn't letting him near you until I knew he was clean."

"I figured you both would. I trust you."

"Just don't go trusting everyone like that." His arm wrapped around you to bring you into a hug. Your hands rested on his chest feeling his heartbeat softly.

After a moment of just being together in each others arms, you placed a kiss to his lips. "I mean it, Joel. I think you're great and any woman would be lucky to have you."

Before he could answer Sarah called his name.

Dave's knuckles turned white as his hand gripped over yours on the headboard. If the bed wasn't as sturdy it would have been slapping against the wall from the force of Dave's thrusts. His knees were in between yours spreading them as he took you from behind. The hand that wasn't on yours was working you clit in tight circles.

"Fuck." He snarled into your hair. "I'm going to miss this pussy. You get so fucking wet…so hot…got me pussy drunk. I just want to keep slamming my dick home. Oh, shit. Ohhh." His cock twitched inside you as felt the warmth of his cum spread.

For a second you were a little disappointed that you hadn't come yet, then you realised he was still very much hard."Dave?!"

"Little blue pill. I haven't got his pussy for much longer. I'm not wasting it." He carried on his furious pace. There was something about him fucking his cum deeper inside you than made your toes curl and had you coming around him. "Oh, Dave!"

"Oh, that's it. God, the way your tight little cunt clamps down further on my cock…ugh." He dragged you flush against him. The hand from the headboard palmed one of your breasts. He rolled your nipple in between his fingers. His lips sucked at your neck. Twice you'd had to yank his hair to stop him leaving marks. He'd playfully nipped at your ear before moving his lips to kiss somewhere else. He pushed you over the edge twice more before finally beginning to lose his erection.

When the two of you collapsed on the bed it was odd how your instinct was to find your own space. Even with the oxytocin coursing through your veins giving your vision a rosy tint, you didn't feel the need for any more physical contact. Unlike with Joel where you craved his gentle touch.

"Well I think that's all the lessons I have in me today." Dave slowed his breathing as he lay on his back, his cock soft against his thigh.

"Lessons? You don't seem to be teaching me much. You just rail me." You laughed through your panting.

"Just rail you? Some women would kill for me to just rail them."

"You know what I mean." You slapped his bare chest.

"Up. I gotta change these sheets before Carol gets back." He held out his hand to pull you to your feet before setting to work.

"Why do you cheat on her?" The question was out of your mouth before you thought about it.

Surprisingly, Dave stopped and sat on the bed, the half bundled up sheets in his hands. He wrang them as he spoke. "I don't think of it as cheating. It's like we're in an open marriage, we just haven't agreed on it out loud. Carol's had her fair share of men."

"So why not talk to her?" You took a chance and sat next to him, just close enough to provide some comfort with your presence.

"I might not be in love with her but I love her. I'd miss her if she were gone. She's family. I'd miss the time we spend together with the girls, as a family. I can't risk that." He turned to look you in the eyes as he spoke. Those brown eyes were so full of sincerity you almost reached out to hug him. Almost.

Bringing yourself back from being lost in his eyes you asked. "Isn't fucking me in her bed risky?"

"No, that's just sex. Talking about our relationship. That's the risk. That's where things can snowball. I won't do that to my girls."

Again you softened just a touch towards him. Enough to place the barest of kisses to his cheek. "You're a good father, Dave. You're not winning any awards for being a good person but you're a good father."

"Thank you." It was sincere. The two of you sat in the moment. A softness sitting between you that had never been there before. It was pleasant until Dave broke it. "Right. Up. I've got to wash your cum out of my wife's sheets." The playful smirk on his face showed you this was him slipping his mask back in place.

Friday night rolled around. This time on Sunday you'd be in your new home, ready to start your new life. It still didn't seem real. The last couple of years the itch to get out and see the world had been under your skin. Now you were close to finally scratching suddenly it was more of a subtle tingle that you could ignore. Being here with Joel, and Dave, seeing a new part of the world with them, that could be it for now. They could satisfy your wanderlust, as well as a few other lusts. College could wait a year. You could try to romanticise it all you wanted, the truth was cold feet were setting in bad. When Joel called you to look after Sarah you were relieved to have something to distract you.

The Miller's front door opened to reveal Joel. He was freshly showered, his damp hair was slicked back. He looked so good that you had to remind yourself that you were here for Sarah not him. Although you might have worn your short, button down tea dress hoping for even a quick moment with him.

"Hi, Mr Miller." You called Joel by his first name plenty of times in front of Sarah but putting up the pretence of respecting your elders helped to keep you from sliding into other habits with Joel. The last thing you wanted to do was slip up and touch him in front of Sarah.

The door closed behind you seconds before your back met it. Joel was crowding you up against it. His lips crushed to yours, his hand in your hair tugged sharply to open your mouth so he could fill it with his tongue. His other hand worked at pulling down your panties before two thick, calloused fingers skimmed your thigh before being pressed deep inside you. Joel's lips never left yours until the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the brush of the heel of his palm had you calling his name.

When he pulled away, leaving you a trembling mess with your panties around your knees being held up by the door, he flashed you that sinister grin. "Dave's got Sarah. He wanted to make up for basically being a piece of shit and stealing more time with you."

Excitement flushed your veins, your heart rate picked up, you felt you were in trouble. Part of you braced yourself when Joel stalked towards you. His chest was almost touching yours when he squatted down slowly, never breaking eye contact, to help you out of your panties. He licked one solidarity strip through your folds before standing up to kiss you. The tang of you on his tongue was electric.

"While he was bragging. He also said you said he doesn't teach you anything. Why don't you tell me what you want for a change? You can be in charge." This Joel was new to you. The predatory smirk was gone. His voice was soft. He wasn't Dom Joel. Or Mr Miller. Or the helpful handyman. This was Joel the equal. The fellow adult. Offering to fill a need.

Tears threatened to form in your eyes. "I'm moving back east, to a new place, I'll have a few friends I can meet up with but other than that I'm on my own in the big bad world. I'll be making my own choice then. Right now, I want you to make my choices for me. I want to be your good girl."

This Joel gave you a small smile before it twisted and Dom Joel returned. "Oh, you are, Honey. Why don't you drop to your knees for me?" He didn't have to ask twice. His hand came up to cup your chin. His thumb brushed across your lips. "Such a pretty mouth. Why don't you put it to good use for me?" Your eyes flitted to the hard outline in his jeans. "Gone on. Help yourself."

Taking a deep breath to keep yourself together, you got to work on his belt and fly. Pushing his jeans out of the way, the back of your fingers grazed his length stretching his marled grey boxer briefs. The sigh that came from his lips was something you would keep with you for years to come. Literally. The world felt so out of your control at the minute, everything was out of your hands no matter how many lists or plans or vision boards you made. Right now though, as your hands slipped into Joel's underwear to pull out his heavy girth while his breath hitched in his chest, you felt pretty damn in control.

Starting at his balls you licked a strip right the way up his entire length. He tasted a little musky but there was a cleanness there. His skin smelled faintly like his soap. The tip was salty and tangy due to the pre cum there. It was truly intoxicating. His body wanted you. It was getting ready to slip inside yours. You lapped at his slit for more. Joel's hands had been retrained at his sides, once you wrapped your lips around the head, all bets were off. Both of them buried in your hair. "Jesus. Such a good little whore."

The praise had you squirming at the leak between your legs. "You're treating me so well. Maybe I should do something for you. Remember when you nearly choked on Dave's dick?"

Your throat tightened at the memory, Joel felt it. "Ssshh. It's okay, Darlin'. We'll take it easy." One of his hands held the back of your neck while the other softly brushed your hair back. "Just breathe." Gripping the base of his cock he fed it forward. Each vein rippled over your stretched lips. The weight of his hard length on your tongue made you want to suck. Joel groaned and rolled his hips for a moment. "Naughty girl. Trying to distract me. Now you have to take it deeper. Give me your hand." He peeled your hand off his thigh and made a fist with it. "Now, squeeze it, and press your thumb here. Keep breathing through your nose. Nice and slow. There you go. Oh, shit."

The blunt head of his cock pushed at the back of your tongue kicking in your gag reflex. Concentrating on your fist and breathing slowly you were able to fight it off. Until Joel pushed just a little too far. That time you gagged and coughed around his cock. A line of spit connected your lips to the head when Joel pulled out. "Good girl. You did so well." He soothes as you still spluttered. "You're going to have to do better though." He pulled you up by your hair to push his cock past your lips. The roughness of him made you weak for him. In that moment you would have given him anything. It's freeing to feel like you can completely hand yourself over to him. It's the same with Dave. You trust both of them not to hurt you, even in an effort to keep up their illusion of complete control. He was able to thrust a few times, taking you to the edge of your comfort zone before you gagged again. Once you composed yourself, he held his mouth watering length in front of you. "Do you want more, Baby?"

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you nodded up at him. "Oh, my good girl. You'll get more."

With an ease born from his strength, Joel swept you up into his arms. Laying you on the sofa he slowly undid the buttons of your dress and pushed it off you. His fingers slid under the lace of your bar to push it up.Once your breasts were exposed to him he set about licking, kissing, sucking, caressing every inch as if he was committing them to memory. Maybe he was, you brushed the thought away and gave yourself back over to his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful. You know that? Truly beautiful. Never let anyone tell you any different." His tone told you the other Joel was back.

This Joel stripped naked before laying a blanket on the sofa and sitting down. "Here, Honey." He pulled you over to straddle his lap. "You can have all the cock you want but I want you to take it. I want you to ride me. Here." Reaching over to his jeans, strewn over the sofa arm, he fished something from the pocket.

"A condom?" For a moment your heart sank. Had he been with someone else?

"I want you to show me you know how to use one of these. Then I want you to show me you know how to take what you need. Well?"

You could do this. You'd practised on cucumbers and watched videos. Hold his cock at the bottom. Make sure the condom is the right way. Pinch the tip to keep the air out, put it on like a little hat then roll it down. Joel's cock wasn't anything like a cucumber. The cucumber didn't make you wet as you slid your hand down it. Fuck, who said putting condoms on ruins the mood.

"Was that the first time you've done that?" Joel raised an eyebrow.

"On a penis, yes. I have some practice with cucumbers." Both Joel's eyebrows shot up. "Not like that!" You giggled. "Just practising putting the condom on."

"Well it paid off. Now you can slip me inside."

"How…?" God, you felt stupid for having to ask.

"Just guide it with your hand. Once the tip is lined up you can sink down onto it."

Taking him in your hand you got him in the general area then tried to sink down a little. It took a little manoeuvring to get him actually lined up thankfully your slick aided you in finding the right spot. He slid up along your body until he was notched at your entrance. Slowly you sank down on him until you were full.

"There we go. I'll never get tired of that. You fit me like a glove." His words stung your heart. He was talking as if you had a future. Like he would get the opportunity to see if he could get tired. "Time to move, Darlin'. Take what you want."

"Er..how. How do I…? I mean up and down or…?"

"Do what feels right for you. Just don't go too hard or high if you want to bounce on it. I don't want you to break nothin'. Try lifting up a little and just moving back and forth for now."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The shy smiles you exchanged seemed completely out of place while he was buried inside you.

Following Joel's advice you moved your hips back and forth. Each time his hard length tapped against the front wall of your pussy, just brushing shy of that perfect spot. For a while you just enjoyed the steady rhythm. Joel seems to too. He leaned back sighing, settling into the sofa at his back.

When your nerves get the better of you, you break the near silence. "Is that…? Does it feel good for you?"

"So good, Sweetheart. You always do. Is it good for you?"

"It doesn't quite feel like when you do it." The tiny voice that leaves you doesn't say 'grown woman off to college'.

Joel smiles "I'll take that as a compliment. Try bouncing up and down a little or circling your hips."

Bouncing sounds like the closest to when they drive into you so you gave it a go. Rising up, you dropped back down on him. "Oh, Joel!"

"There you go. Right there, huh?"

You rose up to drop down on him again, and again. "Fuck. Joel!"

The head of his cock was hitting that spot just right. The both of you could feel your orgasm approaching. "That's it, Baby. You look gorgeous like this."

Joel's praise and your release within reach made you speed up only for Joel's length to slip out from you. "Shit. Sorry."

"It's okay. It happens. Keep going." Slipping him back in was even easier this time. Your body drew him in deep. A few rounds of your hips and you got back into the rhythm. Soon Joel started to groan more. The vibration of it was under your palms as you pushed off his chest. His head rolled back on the sofa, exposing that beautiful neck. The warm low light from the lamp caused the sheen of sweat on his skin to glisten. He really was the most handsome man you'd ever seen.

"Fuck, Beautiful. You're going to make me come. Would you like that? Me, filling this condom up because you ride me..ugh…so fucking well?" His voice was strained. He was so close and it was all down to you.

"Joel. I'm gonna…" A silent scream left you as your whole body lit up from where you were joined.

With your tight cunt milking him Joel couldn't hold out any longer. "Oh. Shit. Shit. Oh. Take it, Baby. Take it." He moaned through his release.

Part of you missed him filling you, claiming you. One look at his face showed that you had claimed him this time. He looked at you, those big brown eyes filled with something you didn't want to think about. Years later you would accept it as love.

"Right." He cleared his throat. "You know how to deal with the condom when you get up?"

"I think so." Reaching down you held the condom in place as you lifted off his softening length.

"Good girl." He took over, pulling off the condom before tying it off and placing it in the discarded wrapper. "I'm going to put it in Dave's mailbox."

"You wouldn't." You laughed curling into his side.

"I have to admit. I am a little jealous." The look on his face made him look boyish.

"Don't be. He's not the one I'm thinking of staying for." Your nerve failed you and you turned away from him.

His finger was curled under your chin and bringing you back instantly. "Sweetheart, I…"

"I know. It's a stupid idea. I can't base my future on this. It's a nice fantasy though." You offered him a smile before kissing his palm.

"It is." A hand cupped the back of your head, curling you back into his side, holding you close. "You know, this doesn't have to end right here and now. You'll be back to visit your mom. If you haven't found anyone your age, I still think I have a few more lessons I can teach you."

A weight lifted from your chest. "I could be up for that."

Little did you both know that that would be the last time you would ever set foot in that house.

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 month

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When You Walk In The Room (Joel Miller)

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Summary: Pt3 of Could Sure Use Your Company. While you battle with your attraction to Joel, Tommy is doing his best to make the two of you see the obvious. Inspired by - Pam Tillis' - When You Walk In The Room.

You felt like a fool, lusting over a man like Joel Miller; there was no way he would ever be interested in you, not when he could have his pick of more suitable women in Jackson. He probably thought you too young to please a man of his age; there were others closer in age to him and to tell the truth, it pissed you off to know that you’d never stand a chance. Yes, you were barely a teenager when the world went to shit but that was twenty years ago, and you were grown woman now. One that knew what she wanted and by God, did you want Joel Miller. Thing was, Joel wasn’t like other men; he wasn’t one for sweet talk, wasn’t the kind to openly woo a woman. No, he was a hardened man, a rough exterior yet from time to time you’ve caught a hint of the softer side of the man, and it made you want him even more. Problem was, you were too afraid of rejection to muster up the courage to make your feelings known to him, so instead; you admire him from afar whenever he’s in the bar and a bit more openly when he gives your students a demonstration with his guitar.

I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Everytime that you walk in the room

The bar was buzzing as usual for a Friday night, and you were running from one corner of the bar to the next while attempting to keep up with the pace of things. Finally, there’s a slow down at one point as Tommy and you learn against the back shelves of the bar to stare at the crowed room.

“So, how's the guitar lessons goin’?” Tommy enquires out of the blue.

“It ain’t lessons” you remark with a shrug, “Joel was just kind enough to demonstrate a bit for the kids.”

“Maybe ya should ask for private lessons then” Tommy remarks with a knowing smirk.

“Don’t think your brother would be up for that, he’s already done me a huge favour” you stammer with a nervous chuckle, “besides, think he has better things to do than spend his time giving me guitar lessons...”

Tommy nudge you in the side, tilting his toward the door, "why don’t ya ask him.” And as if being summoned by though, there stood in all his rugged glory.

I close my eyes for a second and pretend It's me you want Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant I see a summer night with a magic moon Everytime that you walk in the room

* “Brother...” Joel nods in greeting toward Tommy, turning toward you then with dimpled smirk as you stared bug-eyed at him, “evenin’ Ma’am.”

Your expression turns to a frown of disapproval at hearing his words, “didn’t I tell ya to call me by name?”

Smirk turning into a full-blown smile, Joel shyly tips his head downward, “that you did.”

Resting your hand on your hip, you flash him a satisfied smirk, “good... or else I’ll start callin’ ya, Uncle Joel.”

Joel smile instantly drops at your words while Tommy chokes on air with laughter next to you. Joel and you both turn to him scowling in disapproval.

“What? It’s funny” he shrugs, whipping tears of laughter away.

“Not that funning” you drawl with an eyeroll, turning to Joel.

“Don’t take it to heart” you place hand over his, shooting him a wink, “you're far too handsome to be my uncle.”

Joel’s mouth drops at your remark and your eyes widen at the realization of what you had spoken out loudly.

“I...I should get back to work” you splutter out, turning abruptly to flee from behind the bar.

Maybe it's a dream come true Standing right alongside of you Wish I could show you how much I care But I only have the nerve to stare

* “Just ask her out already” Tommy’s remark snaps Joel out of daze he was in while watching you work the floor.

“What?” Joel turns to shoot him a surprised scowl.

“It’s sad watchin’ the two of ya dancin’ around one another...” Tommy drawls matter-of-factly, “ya like her, she likes ya. Just ask her out.”

Joel frowns, shaking his head in denial, “she ain’t interested in me.”

Tommy scoffs, softly chuckling, “says who?”

“Me” Joel grunts out, “I’m no good for her.”

“Joel...” Tommy stares him down and he silently shakes his head in response.

“Just pull the stick out ya ass and ask her out before the chance passes.”

Joel lets out a sigh of defeat, silently turning in his seat to look in your direction at the exact moment that you had been staring toward his.

“Can’t believe I said what I said...” you silently chastise yourself, flashing Joel a broad smile to hide your inner turmoil when noticing he was watching you. Joel returns it with a faint dimpled one and you exhale in relief.

“Thank God.”

I can feel that something pounding in my brain Just anytime that someone speaks your name Trumpets sound and I hear thunder boom Everytime that you, every time that you Everytime that you, walk in the room

Nxt

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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creepling · 7 months

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✒️ — “sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?” + joel miller please and tysm, congrats on 1k!! <3

i was thinking on this concept all day bc this is my first time writing for joel n i wanted to do it justice. tysm for your request and congrats<33

tags: gn!reader. use of a gun (joel pointing it at you). enemies to crushing. bed sharing. swearing.

“I am not sleeping on the floor,” You declare, staring daggers at the man pointing a gun at you, your hands bound behind your back.

“Thieves don’t deserve luxury,” Joel remarked. He looked like a mean motherfucker, staring right through you. He didn’t like your attitude, but it made toying with him all the more fun.

Joel’s job was to deliver you back to the QZ after you stole supplies and ran for it. Hell knows why they wanted you back alive. Joel would have shot you on the spot, but he figured you’d have a more agonising punishment when he returned you. And the bounty was a pretty penny for a job so simple. He’d be stupid to turn it down.

“You call that luxury? Dude, we’re gonna get bed bugs either way,” You scoff, cocking your head towards the dusty bed.

“Fine, you sleep in the fucking bed. If I catch you off it, you’re dead,” This guy was so mean, so threatening. You laughed him off, hopping onto the bed and finding a comfy spot in your bounds.

“Why you gotta hate me so much?” You sighed, “If you knew why I stole them, I think you’d think twice about shooting me.”

Joel gritted his teeth, not appreciating you playing with his emotions. He sat up on the bed, finger hovering over the trigger. “It doesn’t matter. You know people are starving in there, and you went ahead and made it harder for everyone.”

“And you should also know the QZ denies resources to needy people. I’m not dumb, you work for those asshole guards. Don’t you notice them getting fatter – eating all the food? Gimmie a fucking break,” You bite back.

Joel looked at you, reading the genuine annoyance on your face. Maybe you were as noble as you sound. And perhaps you were talking sense, and Joel agreed with you. Or maybe you were a firefly or another vigilante on the rise. Complying with you meant he was putting his life at risk.

“So fucking honourable,” Joel mumbled, “I’d get some rest. We’ll arrive by noon, and they’ll want you all perked up before they have it with you.”

You ignored his words, eying his body next to yours, a smirk arriving on your sly face. “You’re not sleeping in the bed, too, are you?”

Joel pressed his gun firmer against your back. “I said get some rest.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter. This guy was ridiculous. “Sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?”

He fought the urge to beat the shit out of you. He turned away, holding the gun against his chest. He cursed himself from the blush creeping up his neck.

“I don’t have to worry, do I? You’re not like a perv or anything?” You said half-jokingly.

“No, I’m not,” Joel began to get irritated, wishing you’d drop it and sleep.

“I’ll take your word for it,” You sighed, closing your eyes. You were the first to wake up, your eyes greeted by the rising sun through the misty window. You feel an unidentified weight from over you, cringing at the impact. Instead of the big, intimidating man smothering you in your sleep, his arm was wrapped around you, cuddling you like a teddy bear. Before you woke him up to his embarrassment, you gaze at the warmth of his skin, his crow eyes, the peaceful expression on his face. Damn, he’s pretty handsome, you thought, beginning to smile.

#joel miller x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #joel miller #drabble #creepling.1k #inklore

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"She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls... I feel a premonition- that girl's gonna make me fall..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 23 - “Cooldown (Pearl, Lizzie, Mumbo, Scott)”

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Pearl puts research into camera accounts and brings home books for her nonexistent roommate, EthoCam… Er, Rhetoric. Lizzie and Joel enjoy date night. Mumbo collapses in bed after an exhausting break-up. Scott puts on his ambassador hat, entertains the Fox Dragon, and reviews a fey contract with a peculiar white-eyed man.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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PearlescentMoon - Bat

Status: Reflective

Venue manager, event coordinator, and seasonal business owner

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When Pearl lets herself through the door, the whole flat is quiet. From the pale smell, nothing's cooking in the furnace. But then, he can't, can he? Then he'd be burning my charcoal. She dropped by the library tonight and borrowed a book on soul twins who never became official camera accounts. That should subtly break down the Yes and Nos of what Rhetoric can do. All the librarian villagers were happy to help. She even ran into Gem, which was a surprise. Gem's eyes lit straight up.

"You're back! Hope you had a good time. And how's Impulse? Is he better than he was after last week?"

"He's all right, I think. Had a rough go of it mid-session, but he said he'd share the story on movie night."

"Oh, that's good. I've been worried more than I need to be; I want to smack him. Hey, I'm on snacks tomorrow, right? I'm thinking popcorn balls."

"Popcorn balls sound amazing, actually. I'll make sure I'm stocked up on butter."

"How d'you feel about two movies back to back? I found one I'm DYING to show you guys."

Now the soul-twin book rests in the bag at her waist, hidden by the black cloak that marks her uninterested in the courtship events of the night. Pearl moves through the flat's entryway, glancing left and right. All the lights are off. Can Rhetoric turn on lights?

I didn't even think about that when I went out. Oh, this is a toughie… She didn't bring back any treats on purpose, not wanting to offend him. She did pick up a random book on folk tales and another on hybrid biology. These, she leaves on the kitchen counter. As a museum curator, maybe Rhetoric considers himself a historian and potential expert on both these subjects.

Maybe he'll scoff. But according to the patient librarians, account-less soul-twins can hold books and turn their pages just fine. They just can't write in them because it would update the book, and they can't rip out the pages because it would create paper. If you're account-less, you can't update blocks.

That's the word, by the way. Soul-twins… She never actually knew that. She's always just called them "cameras." Did you know you can be account-less as the player, and it can be the camera twin who gets most of the creator bleed and activity levels?

It's not common, but apparently true. It happens on occasion if the same creator is juggling three or more accounts at a time and largely uses that third one for spectating right at the start in those early days. Traditionally, the first account to sync goes to the player soul. The second sync goes to their soul-twin, whether they're often on spectator mode or not. The third can be a coin-flip as a completely new pair of souls is spawned in, syncing up to an already established Minecraft player who may actually prefer spectating this time around.

Food for thought. I wonder if Moo's ever been bugged when I've called her a camera. Maybe I should ask if I can meet up with some of her friends. Maybe we can all do a Q&A night. You could write a paper on this stuff.

… or a book, evidently. Pearl checks the signed name again. Pixlriffs. Of course it is.

If this is insightful, I'll have to drop something off to thank him. But she'll wait until the full moon's faded out so he won't get the wrong idea.

Pearl leaves the books she got for Rhetoric at the end of the counter, next to the bar stool she drapes her Not Courting cloak over. She'll hang it properly some other time. For now, she wants to set the scene: I'm not trying to come on too strong. I just happened to leave a few books here, that are mine, and when I'm away, nothing's stopping you from taking a little looksie at them.

When she turns around, she catches her new roommate standing out on the balcony, one elbow on the rail. Did he open that door? Did she leave it open? He gazes into the courtyard below, swishing his tail back and forth against his heels. It stiffens when she creaks the door open. "Don't talk to me," he mutters, not turning around.

"Right, I won't- Not for no reason, now. Still, I have some housekeeping things we should go over."

Rhetoric's tail twitches again. "No. That can wait. Literally, don't talk to me. I was getting fresh air. As fresh as you can get under bedrock, anyway. Now that you've returned, I'll stay in my room and keep my head down, but it's a full moon tonight. I don't technically exist, but I'm still a hybrid. Give me space."

"Okay," Pearl concedes. There are seven fox ambiance defaults: burrowing, hunting, napping, courtship, marking territory, playing, and stealing. On top of that, the urge to flee from players is a legit part of their coding. Rhetoric's maybe or maybe not feeling courtship tugs, and neither of them wants to deal with that. If it's not courtship, that urge to find his own private space is probably gnawing at his spine. She's not giving up on him, but she'll wait until he's less prickly.

Pearl returns to the kitchen and starts prepping a mixing bowl. Rhetoric's ears snap up. He turns his head. He has gray eyes. They're dull from lack of color, but almost puzzled or wary when he studies her from across the room. He says, "You're an anivore, right?"

"Just a little bit- I'm a partial anivore. I need code to keep my energy up, but I actually can eat other foods without feeling sick. My diet's still restricted." He doesn't look away, so she doesn't stop talking. She barely looks at him, though. "I know fox hybrids can change color between white and ginger when they respawn. My friend Grian's a parrot and they're the same way- the soul spawner might spit them out with different feather colors than what they had before, based on RNG. We bats are like that. Right now, I'm a vampire bat. I used to be a fruit bat when I was first spawned. The type of food that actually refills my hunger meter shifts between respawns, but my stomach can digest all of them."

"So you're an omnivore."

"Well. Yeah, I guess so."

Rhetoric folds his ears flat against his night-black hair. "I don't have proper code. I'm not real."

"Nah, I don't nip much off other people. I barely need any, see; I nip my own code." Pearl lifts her arm, gesturing to the space between her sleeve hem and her hand for emphasis. "Tastes like macaroni and marshmallow right here at the edge." For the sake of it, she doesn't ask if he's ever tasted code before. Probably not. She pauses for breath anyway so he can have his chance to speak.

"That's… disgusting." Rhetoric waves his tail for a second, keeping it low, then almost rotates full around to talk to her. "I had a visitor today."

"What?"

"Some phantom wearing green. Yellow hair. Black bandana. He didn't give his name, but I found him rather rude. I'm half tempted to report him for harassment."

Martyn. Pearl's instinct is to volunteer the name, though she catches herself and hesitates just before she can. "Oh. I'm sorry he bothered you. Was he hunting? Maybe he clocked you as not having slept… ever."

Rhetoric shrugs, dismissing her thin attempt at comfort. "He broke in. I'd talk to Scott about upgrading your security, if I were you."

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Mare Nostrum Mediterranean Grill - Chapter 4 - Joel/Tess/Reader

This is explicit! Minors, DNI!

Contains drug and alcohol use, polyamory, swearing, sleazy flirting, age gap, and an HR nightmare brewing. This chapter does not have any specific content warnings. This chapter contains mild mommy kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism, and semi-public sex.

Summary:

Your first job would have been stressful enough if you didn't have to deal with mind games from Joel and Tess. But god, you couldn't bring yourself to complain. - Joel and Tess are line cooks who really, really like flirting with the innocent newhires. Or maybe it's just you. The working relationship shifts ever so slightly. Previous Chapter - Entire Work

You don’t remember how you got back to your dorm, that night. You don’t remember much of that evening at all- Tess slept as you drove her home, the radio humming something you tuned out.

If you remembered anything, it was the image of Tess, head tilted against the car window, hair draped over her face. She cradled her hand in her lap, bandaged and sterilized, still numb after stitches. At red lights, you eyed the red speckles across her neck, stiffening every time.

As she spoke of Joel, there he was- standing in the doorway, kitchen towel tossed over his shoulder. It’s dark, but you can see the outline of his arms from the light in the house. He looked tense.

When you pulled up to her home, she shifted, slowly lifting her head and rolling it around. “God, my neck…” After a moment, she looked over to you, eyes half-lidded. “...thanks for the ride.”

You nodded, focused on watching your knees through the steering wheel. “Yeah, anytime. You going to be okay?”

Looking over to the beaten pickup truck in the driveway, she nodded. “Joel’s home. He’ll make sure I’m alright.”

Right. They’re together.

“...I’ll see you Thursday, kid.”

The reminder made your stomach sink. They were partners, maybe even married, and you were too wrapped up in your swooning to respect that. It didn’t matter how Joel’s arms flexed when he carried something, or how Tess pulled her hair back. It didn’t matter how they both looked at you as you worked, muttering to each other. Tess’ half-hearted laugh when you joked with her. Joel’s hand lingering when it touched yours.

Doesn’t matter.

“Yep- see you then.”

She got out of the car and walked up to the door, free hand brushing her hair back. When she passed Joel, his hand grabbed her ass, squeezing a handful before she smacked him away.

The last thing you saw as the door closed was his eyes on you.

You didn’t get to interact much, the next time you worked with Tess. Two catering orders and a massive rush kept both of you moving, only terse words from the kitchen to the front. Even the close kept you both occupied to the end, Tess stuck on the dish pit as you count the registers.

You didn’t work with both of them again until Saturday. It’s surprisingly slow, and you were lucky enough to have a solid team.

As things died down, you leaned against the counter with a deep sigh.

“No, I don’t think so- hey, rookie, come here a sec.” Dina beckoned you over to the kitchen window.

Tess was pinching the bridge of her nose, leaning on the counter. “Dina, don’t bug ‘em, this isn’t worth-”

“No no, we need a tiebreaker.” She folded her hands together, turning to face you. “Next month is the fall employee party. Pizza or a taco bar?”

Tess scoffed, turning away from the window to wipe down one of her counters. “I spend forty hours a week assembling food, I’m not interested in doing it on what’s meant to be a day off.”

“Pizza’s so boring, though! Everyone has a pizza party!”

“Because it’s a classic. Don’t fuck with tradition.”

You cut in, leaning on the wall beside the kitchen window. “Employee party?”

Dina looked back to you. “Yep! Couple times a year, Tommy and Maria give us a paid day off! Board games, food, karaoke if we want it, just a fun little party.”

Tess shrugged, glancing at you over her shoulder. “It’s a good time. No booze allowed, but nobody will say anything if you show up sauced.” The last part is quiet, conspiratorial. Pulling away from the stove, she leaned into the kitchen window and met your eyes. “You gonna be there?”

“Oh- yeah, I can…probably make it. I can skip class if I gotta.”

She winked. “Good.”

After a dinner rush strong enough to knock you all off your feet, Joel and Tess walked out looking like zombies. They were sent out a little sooner after they finished their tasks, both dead on their feet as they waved you goodbye.

“Alright, rookie- you’re good to go. I’ll lock up.”

“Thanks, Dina. See you Monday.”

The air was cold as you stepped outside. The lights were off in the restaurant, sidewalks empty, the stores around you dim- and for once, you swore you could see some of the stars above you.

There were two cars in the parking lot. Yours sat under a streetlamp, a few yards away from an old black sedan. As you fumbled with your keys in the low light, something thumped in the distance behind you. Jerking back, you surveyed the parking lot, heart pounding in your ears.

Once the figures turned back into shadows, your eyes landed on the sedan a short walk away. The cabin light was burning on the ceiling, lighting up a broad expanse of pale, freckled skin. She was hunched over, head curled around a man’s neck as his tan hands came up to undo the clasp on her bra. As the fabric fell and was thrown into the backseat, his hand skirted across her side, mapping out her skin before taking her breast in his hand.

You heard a breathy moan and realized you should look away- your face was burning once again, simmering in the cold night air. This was ethically dodgy at best, fully illegal at worst- but god, there was no looking away now. No looking away from rough hands groping across this woman’s body, her back curved to the sky.

One of his hands ran through her graying brown hair, pulling it over her shoulder as she sat up. Even with the seat leaned back, you could see dark red marks across his neck, bitten tender and raw.

Pale, shapely breasts sloped into chewed-up skin, across a hard jawline…

Tess.

There was no mistaking it, now. No denying what you were doing. Spying on your coworkers fucking. Fucking?

No denying that, either. There they sat, reclined in the dark parking lot, stripping down in the cabin light. Joel’s hand was squeezing her ass as she rose at the touch, bucking her hips forward. God, she’s practically writhing in his lap- if you didn’t know better, you’d think she was a professional.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move. A step back would offer plausible deniability; no, you just glanced over, you were just about to get in the car behind you and drive off. You were just startled, in shock, frantically backing away as your mind processed what you’d stumbled on. A step back was a way out.

But a step forward would give you a better look at Tess’ hands fumbling with Joel’s zipper.

When he ran his hands over her back, tanned biceps tensing, she pressed into the touch and you heard another stifled moan.

“Fuck, momma…”

The deep drawl carried out of the car- it felt infinite, rolling across the asphalt, loud enough for the world to hear.

Your heart stopped right as her head turned to look out the sedan window.

For five long seconds, her hips stilled as she met your eye. Your eyes wandered down to her hands at Joel’s zipper, his stiffening cock in her palm.

Five long seconds.

A coy grin took its place. Her hand pushed down to the base of Joel’s cock, hips rolling forward.

“So good for me.”

That was all you could take. Spinning around, your keys almost fell out of your hand twice as you unlocked the door and started the car. Eyes firmly on the asphalt, you pulled away, chest heaving.

Pulsing.

Monday morning, exhausted and weary, you walked into work with coffee in hand.

Joel looked up from his kitchen window, grinning when he saw you.

“Mornin’, kid.”

Dark red splotches line the columns of his throat.

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play something new: a last of us one-shot

Sarah and Joel have a sweet domestic moment together in th backyard... just before his birthday :( gosh I love them.

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The screen door slams behind him, and he jumps - drops the bike chain, lubricant smearing up his forearm. He cranks his head around to see - Sarah in her hoodie and track pants, barefoot on the patio.

It isn’t every day that she wants him to play for her - so when he registers that she’s holding onto his guitar, he raises an eyebrow.

“Hey kiddo,” he says. He sets down what he’s holding and tries to wipe some of the grease off his hands and arms - smudging dark stains onto his nearly worn to death jeans.

She flops onto their bench swing, laying the guitar down next to her. “Hey. What are you doing?”

He walks over, stretching out his back. “Just - getting our bikes tuned up a bit - thought we might go out this weekend, if you’re up for it. As a birthday present for me?”

She laughs at him. “Dad - I’ll go for a bike ride with you - you don’t have to extort me.”

He flashes her a grin as he moves the guitar aside, leaning it against the wall, and sits down next to her - “Alright, good to know. I’ll cash it in for somethin’ else then.”

She rolls her eyes and rocks the swing back and forth a little bit with her toes - they sit in the quiet for a few moments, listening to the bugs humming.

“You want me to see if Uncle Tommy can come with us?” He asks eventually.

She nods - “Sure. Sounds fun. Then I won’t feel bad when I leave both of you in the dust - you can keep each other company.”

He snorts as he thinks about the last time the three of them went biking - the split chin Tommy had to get stitched up after a poorly thought out race home with Sarah and a way too enthusiastic attempt to jump a curb - “I’ll ask him."

“Speaking of -” she says, “Your birthday breakfast - we decided we’re gonna have pancakes. I don’t think we have any stuff though.”

“Alright, pancake mix - on it,” he says. “You two plottin’ anythin’ else about my birthday?”

She shakes her head. “Nah - not yet anyway.”

“Well, you got a couple days,” he says as he scratches his chin, looking at her. “You all done playin’ for the night?”

She shakes her head - “Just needed some air.” Chews her lip a bit, a furrow in her brow that makes Joel frown.

“Everything alright?”

“I can’t get it,” she groans in dismay, throwing her head back dramatically - he almost laughs, but knows she won’t appreciate it - “I’ve been trying for hours - and I just - it’s like my fingers won’t do what I want ‘em to. I’m no good at it.”

“You’ll get it, kiddo - just takes time. You’re plenty good. Ke -"

“Keep practicing, I know,” she grumbles, cutting him off. “Uuuugh. Practicing sucks.”

He can’t hold in a chuckle -

“And now you’re laughing at me, too,” she says, tossing a hand over her eyes. But her shoulders are shaking too as she laughs along.

“Nah - really, though, baby - I’m sorry. I know the feelin’ - it ain’t fun,” he says, putting an arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “Which one are you tryin’?”

“The - you know the one that’s like,” she mimics a little tune - “Duh-nuh nuh nuh nuh -" and he’s fighting not to laugh again - can’t help it, sometimes she’s just so damn cute.

“Right - “ he says, no clue at all what song she’s talking about - “Halican Drops?”

It’s a safe guess and it pays off as she nods.

“Well - you’ll get it baby. Maybe just need a break. Sometimes if you try for too long you can end up getting worked up about it and - just makes it harder. Maybe better to start fresh another time.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I guess.” It’s quiet for another minute. He moves the hand around her shoulder up, playing with her hair a bit.

And then she looks at him, doe eyed. “Will you play something for me?”

A question he’s never said no to. He can’t help the grin that spreads cross his face, that she’ll still ask - growing so fast it makes him dizzy - a full-blooded teenager now, and still sitting out back with her dad, wanting to hear him play. Special, sweet - not a day goes by he isn’t floored by how lucky he is.

“Of course,” he says, trying not to gloat over it - his heart swelling in his chest. “Any special requests?” He gets the strap slung over his head, takes a second to adjust the tuning -

Sarah shrugs, tucking her feet up on the bench, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Something new. What were you playing last night?”

He’s suddenly a bit sheepish - almost blushes. “Ah - you heard that? Thought I was bein’ quiet - sorry.”

She shakes her head at him -“No, I liked it - it sounded nice. The little bit I heard, anyway. What was it?”

He opens his mouth, but she gets a sly smile as she cuts him off to say - “Wait, wait - let me guess - more Pearl Jam?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says with a scoff as she throws her head back and cackles.

“Oh my god, Dad - you seriously need to branch out.”

He’s laughing, too - can’t help it, she’s contagious - “You want me to play or you want to tease me about my taste in music some more?”

She wiggles a bit to get comfortable, tucks some of her hair behind her ears. “Play, play! Can you - do you mind doin’ the one from last night? It sounded cool. There was a part I really liked.”

“Anythin’ for you, kiddo,” he says seriously, and she beams that smile at him that makes everything in the world ok. “Fair warning, though - I don’t have it nearly figured out, yet. Just came out - only played it through a few times. Was gonna play it for you, eventually, just - don’t be surprised if you hear me fillin’ in a lot -”

She nods eagerly. He takes a minute to run his eyes over her face - hopes she never stops looking at him like this - before he clears his throat, strums the first few bars - breath in -

“If I ever were to lose you -”

#joel and sarah #tlou fanfiction #tlou one shot #joel miller #sarah miller #tlou fluff #ok but when did he learn the song though he must have known it before the outbreak guys and who would he have wanted to play it for SARAH #dad joel #joel before the outbreak #if i ever were to lose you #fluff #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic

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keeshya6 · 11 months

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Last Chance

Chapter 2 - The Last Time You Gave Out Your Number

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Chapter 1 Chaper 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Rating: M (Eventually will be E. 18+ only, minors dni!)

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Our story continues with Reader processing the shocking news that Tommy has given her, and Tommy helping to plan the next step.

Content Warnings and general info: Not much to warn of here. Flirting again and alcohol consumption. I think that's it.

This chapter's a little longer. And I know I'm zooming along a bit here, but please don't always expect quick chapters. I write as the creative bug hits. Sometimes it's faster and sometimes it's slow.

Thank you so much to all of you for reading! And thank you for the lovely, supportive comments. You make my day!

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Chapter 2 - The Last Time You Gave Out Your Number

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You know you're staring, wide eyed, lips barely parted with your jaw dropping a little. Lines crease your forehead as your eyebrows lift and knit together, your breaths shallow.

"Wh-wha…?"

The beer in its amber-colored bottle sloshes in your hands as they start trembling and you look down at the sound. Then, you nearly jump out of your skin when Tommy reaches out to take it from you and sets it on the bartop, his other hand coming to rest on your forearm, trying to sooth you.

"Hey… hey, Eeps. It's alright. Take some deep breaths, okay?"

You clench your eyes closed, nodding and trying to do as he suggests.

In through your nose. Count to four. Out through your mouth. Count to four. Repeat.

Repeat. Repeat.

His words keep echoing, ricocheting around in your skull like the ball in a pinball machine.

Joel's alive, Eeps. Joel's alive. Alive.

Your hammering heart is refusing to calm down and you finally decide to just let it continue its impromptu tap dance within your chest. Lifting your eyes back up to Tommy's concerned face, you swallow against the cotton that's taken up occupancy in your mouth before you manage to speak.

"You're serious?"

The side of his mouth twists up slightly with a somewhat indignant expression. "You really think I'd tease you about something like that?"

It only takes you a brief moment of thought to shake your head 'no'.

Tommy's big hand pats your arm gently as he nods, and then he steps back to settle onto his stool again. Picking up his glass, he takes a swig of the whiskey before a wry smile touches his lips. "Honestly…he'll probably think I'm making some cruel joke, too, when I tell him."

Your teeth sink in hard on your lower lip, until the tender skin turns white and aches when you release it a moment later. "He's here?" you whisper.

Tommy nods. "Yeah." Then he pauses and cringes. "Well, actually, no. Not at the moment. He's out with a patrol group for a few days."

You're not sure if the breath that rushes out of your lungs is a sigh of disappointment or relief. Because you're not sure how you feel yet.

Everything in your head, everything you believed, just changed so suddenly.

You need time to process.

Turning on your own stool to face the bar, your elbows rest on the bartop and your head drops into your hands, fingers buried in your hair. You close your eyes, trying once again to calm the staccato beat of your heart with a few more slow breaths.

You can feel Tommy watching you for a few moments, before he starts talking again. Despite your near panic attack, you smile tightly. You remember that he used to do this when he got nervous about something: start yammering a bit, like the silence had to be filled.

But his voice is nice –though not as nice as Joel's– so you try to use the sound of it to help ground you.

"They should be back in a few days. He's always a bit…temperamental after a longer patrol. So, it'll probably be best not to spring the news on him too suddenly." There's a pause and you can hear Tommy take another swallow of his drink, then he's speaking again, quickly. "Now, I'm not sayin' we don't tell him. Just that we probably shouldn't show up with you at the door, ya know? Like some ghost outta the past." He gives a little chuckle at that and then sounds serious again as he continues. "Let me go talk to him. Break the news, gentle. Give him time to adjust to the idea."

You're nodding as you listen. Your heart has finally slowed down, but soon the sensation is replaced by a vice around your chest. You turn your head a little, to look over at Tommy out of the corner of your eye.

"You know, he might not want to see me at all, Tommy."

He's still for a moment. Then his head gives a real slow turn and he's looking at you again… with an expression suggesting you've grown a second head.

A shrug lifts your shoulders as your temple rests against your clasped hands.

"You do remember that I'm the one that left, right?"

Tommy makes a soft scoffing noise, setting his now empty glass down across the bartop to wait for a refill. "Only 'cause you both agreed it was best…and possibly temporary. Not like you could've known the whole fuckin' world was gonna end."

Your shrug is noncommittal. "Yeah… I guess. But still," you say, pausing to lick your dry lips, "twenty years is a long time."

Nodding, Tommy reaches over to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I know, Eeps, but I still think he'll be glad to see you. Hell, when you left it was me that he was mad at."

Your brows pinch together again in a confused scowl at him.

He smiles at you, shrugging. "Kept telling me that I should have convinced him what a dumbass he was being, before he ever let ya get on that plane."

You snort at him with a scoff. "'Before he let me'?"

His smile doesn't falter. "Oh, you know what I mean."

A faint chuckle passes your lips and you smirk, giving a rueful shake of your head. Then you finally pick up your beer again to take a sip, just as the bartender comes over to refill Tommy's glass.

You're both quiet for a little while then, each lost in thought and nursing your drinks.

You tilt your head at him after a bit "What made him think you could have convinced him? You Miller boys aren't exactly known for a lack of stubbornness."

The exaggerated face he makes at you suggests that you've hurt his feelings, his hand pressing over his heart. You just laugh in return and roll your eyes. He grins before taking a swig of his drink.

"Well, I did help convince his stubborn ass to finally ask you out in the first place, after all."

You smirk at that, conceding his point with a faint shrug and a nod.

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It had been nearly a month since the party celebrating the completion of the hotel, and you kept trying to forget about Joel Miller and his warm eyes.

That was turning out to be difficult.

After all, you had spent most of that evening within arms reach of him.

The two of you had been chatting for about twenty minutes when you were joined by his brother, and then the three other junior level architects, like yourself, from your firm. The party was proving to be a bit too boring and lofty for those of you under fifty and a certain tax bracket. So, after lingering a little while longer (as a show of support), all of you ducked out and found your way down the road a few blocks to a pool hall and bar.

What followed was hours of games of pool that made no logical sense within any standard rules. That, and a lot of alcohol, and absolutely shameless flirting by most of your group. Tommy even disappeared at one point with Colleen, one of your sweeter co-workers.

The night had ended long after midnight, with you tucking a cocktail napkin with your number scrawled on it into Joel's shirt pocket as he leaned down to give a sweetly chaste kiss to your cheek. His thin mustache and patchy beard had tickled your skin and you had beamed up at him, even giving him a final, flirty wink once he closed the taxi door. His grin as the car pulled away showed off that adorable dimple, and you settled back in the seat for the ride, butterflies dancing in your belly.

Then more than three weeks had passed and you still hadn't heard from him.

You were disappointed, to say the least. You really hadn't thought the chemistry between you had been one sided. Maybe you were wrong though. Maybe a more sober Joel had decided you weren't quite right for him.

So, you tried to forget about the sexy and slightly awkward contractor.

The latest design project at work helped with that as you settled in to assist a senior architect with a new contract. You were planning out house designs for a new residential area on the east end of the city that was going to be developed soon. The client, a well-known developer in southern Texas, wanted twenty house designs for their customers to choose from. The lead architect had given you the assignment of designing five of them.

It was your largest project to date and you dove into it with enthusiasm. House design was your passion, far beyond office buildings, warehouses, retail locations, and skyscrapers. Houses were more personal to you. They were where people made their homes and lived out their lives, building their families and facing the troubles of the world together along the way.

You loved being an indirect part of that.

By mid-May, a month after the hotel party, you were so engrossed in reading a report from the new project that you almost didn’t see Joel Miller as you walked right past where he was standing inside the lobby of your firm’s building. Your heels clicked over the tiled floor until you stopped short several steps past him. Looking up from the paper in your hand and scowling softly, you stared towards the exit for a moment.

Was that…?

You slowly turned on your toes to look back and your brows arched up sharply at finding him standing a few feet away, a sheepish smile tugging up one side of his mouth as he met your eyes.

He was just as frustratingly good-looking as you remembered. His dark, chestnut brown hair was a little longer now, just long enough to be wavy and have a carefree, tousled look. His beard was a little thinner, like he’d shaved more recently than he had on the night you’d met. Those dark eyes were as warm as you remembered though. Hell, maybe even more.

And were his shoulders really that broad a month ago or was his simple rust-red, button-up shirt a size too small?

Different emotions danced around in your head and chest for a moment. Excitement. Confusion. Annoyance. Hope. Anger. Attraction. It took a few breaths for your body and mind to settle on two to focus on: confusion and a touch of annoyance.

Your brows peaked together and your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you tried to decide on what to say. Finally, you heaved a sigh and dropped your hand down to your side from where it had been frozen, holding up the report you had been reading.

“Joel?”

Well, duh…

He shrugged those stupidly broad shoulders and nodded, that sheepish look still plastered on his stupidly handsome face. “Yeah...”

For a breath you just stared at him and then you huffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Um… Hi,” you said uncertainly, the end of the word lilting up like a question. “What are you doi-?” Your words caught in your throat as your brows lifted upward again. “You brought me…flowers?”

There’s a hint of redness that crawls up his neck and touches at his ears, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. He lifts the small bouquet of white and pink lilies up in one hand as the other rubs at the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he said again, his brows knitting together. “Sarah…my kid…she said I owed you at least that, if I hoped for you to talk to me at all after so long; much less say ‘yes’ if I ask you out.”

You pursed your lips together at that, nostrils flaring as you took a deep breath against the butterflies that leapt into fluttering action in your stomach. Silence hovered in the air for a few seconds as you debated over how to respond.

Eventually, your shoulders relaxed a little and you sighed softly, focusing on the flowers for a moment. They really were pretty. Lilies were your favorite flower, after all. You couldn’t remember if you had told him that or not. Maybe he had just made a lucky guess?

Regarding him with a softer, but still guarded, expression, a little smirk tugged up the corner of your mouth. “Smart kid.”

His hesitant smile widened slightly and he nodded. “She really is.” With a cautiously hopeful look, he held the bouquet out to you.

This time you hesitated for a moment, breath stilling in your lungs. Then you gave a soft laugh and a resigned sigh, reaching out to accept the peace offering and jerking your head towards the exit.

Leading the way outside, heels clicking again, you brought the flowers up to your nose and inhaled their rich aroma for a moment with your eyes fluttering closed. Then, as you heard Joel’s heavy work boots fall into step next to you, you glanced over at him.

“I’m parked a block and a half away,” you said, pointing down the street. “You have until I reach my car.”

Joel swallowed hard again as he stuffed his big hands into his jean pockets and nodded. “Okay. Um…’m sorry,” he started, and then gave an embarrassed shrug. “I wanted to call, but… I lost your number.”

Your head turns back to him sharply and you give him an incredulous look.

He chuffed a little with another embarrassed shrug. “Hand to God. I forgot to take it outta my pocket before Sarah started a load of laundry a couple days later. It turned into… mush.” His lip and mustache curled upward a little on one side as he said the last word with distaste.

Your lips pressed into a line as you looked straight ahead again, trying not to giggle. Of any excuse that he could have given you, that was not one that had made your list of guesses.

Joel’s faint laugh was a low rumble beside you and it was gone before it really started. Still, it sent a spark of interest lacing up your spine from your belly and you swallowed thickly.

“And I’m sorry I was… too embarrassed and stubborn to try coming by your office sooner,” he continued.

You stopped short, partially because you had reached the corner of the block and had to wait for the walk sign to light up, and partially because you wanted to look up at him again without tripping.

“So, what changed your mind?” you asked, arching a slender eyebrow.

Joel cleared his throat as he looked down at his boots for a moment and then back up at you. “Well, Sarah and Tommy," he admitted. "I was told… I guess I haven't been the best company since then. 'Grumpy old man,' I believe, were my daughter's exact words."

A snorted laugh escaped you and you quickly turned to cross the street as the walk sign lit up.

He trotted after you and then fell into step beside you again. "Yeah…" he said, somehow drawing the word out into multiple syllables and sounding a little amused, too. "So, I had to at least try to fix it."

You fell silent then, licking your lips in thought before you sniffed at the flowers again.

To his credit, Joel fell silent too and didn't try to push for an answer.

Finally, you stopped at your car and, after tucking papers under your arm, you glanced at him before you focused on digging your keys out of your purse. "Well, I'm busy this weekend…"

Out of the corner of your eye you could see his spine straighten, even as his shoulders dropped a little in disappointment.

You let that linger for a moment until you found your keys and opened the car door. Then, you paused and lifted your eyes up to his face, finding him watching you with a serious expression.

After a second, you let a smirk pull up at your mouth and you arched an eyebrow at him again. "...but if I give you my number one more time, and my address, will you pick me up next Friday night? Say eight o'clock?"

There's a moment of uncertainty, and then a smile appeared on his face. "I swear, I'll be there with bells on, Darlin'."

A snicker passed your lips as those butterflies started up again in your stomach. Then you gave him a playful glare, pointing a finger at his face over the door of your car. "Better make it good, Miller."

That smile turned into a full grin with a sharp nod.

"Yes, ma'am."

#fanfic #reader insert #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller #joel x reader #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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rejectory · 8 months

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@ohsunshine: “how many times do i have to save your ass?”

been wondering that, kid.

whatever the fuck is wrong with him better get shook out before some sick motherfucker gets his hands on ellie and—and

joel’s drizzling into his mouth. he doesn’t give blood for free. the price here is a misty-eyed pressure that’ll crystallize into nothin’ pretty. his nose is gnarled off-center, and something’s awful wrong with it, he can tell. it ain’t taste like it used to.

the meatsack in the dirt comes to in twitches; goes nerve to nerve, starting with the three-fingered hand knuckling at downstream mulch or a fist, until the whole christmas tree’s lit back up. joel splashes over. one leg he can’t feel. he crawls heavy, dragged down, and saddles up on the backache low of his spine.

joel’s knees bug-pin, feeling ribs spike. a black clot on a string slings out of his mouth down to the squirmer— boy, sarah’s age now if she——-the back of his head where ellie hit him good.

joel strangles him face-down. the squeeze bulges, softens, splinters like a dry stem when his throat comes loose.

there are more comin’.

❛move.❜

#ohsunshine #JOEL.

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sheogayrath · 6 years

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SQUARE UP YOU SAMEFACE ANIME-DRAWING MOTHERFUCKERS

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #kira #L #ryuzaki #i COULD draw them looking like how the actually look.... or i could draw l looking like some kinda bug-eyed anime joel heyman...#mine #my art

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

“Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

“I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

“Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

“My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

“I’m not sure you are.”

“And what does that mean exactly?”

Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

“I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

“Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

“Unfortunately, you are.”

He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

“Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

“No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

“It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

“Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

“Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

“Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

“I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

“Did you?”

“Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

“I just had whatever game was on.”

“Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

“Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

“Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game. The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

“He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

“He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

“Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

“That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

“I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

“I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

“I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

“You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

“Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

“You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

“Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

“Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.

#bubble wrapped the series #nhl smut #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl fanfic #hockey smut #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #mat barzal #mat barzal smut #mat barzal imagine #Joel Edmundson #joel edmundson imagine

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Another wee ficlet. This time: Ellie and Joel's time in Jackson from Tommy's point of view. You can blame this one on @hatosaur‘s bus thoughts.

When he came back with the girl, it was mostly Maria took care of her. At least at first. I could tell things were off with Joel. Something he was holding back. He'd tell me, he always did. Just gonna take his sweet time about it.

Takes a few weeks until he does. Insists on dragging me outside of Jackson to do it, as if he can't speak the words inside the walls.

When he tells me, I understand why.

When I see the way she watches him from time to time – that wary, side-eyed way – I know she doesn't believe him.

I mean it, when I tell Joel I'll take his secret to the grave. But I make another promise, a silent one.

That I'll be there for her when she figures it out anyway.

Should have known this girl would be a hard nut to crack. Any kid – any person – that could put up with Joel for that long has gotta have a tough streak and be near as stubborn as a mule, but I guess I ain’t the first person to underestimate her.

She’s polite and friendly enough, like she is to everyone, but it ain’t until I find a prime condition Pearl Jam cassette that she really smiles. That big, actually happy, unselfconscious grin. The kind of grin a kid should be able to make on the regular.

She doesn’t say much, just grabs it and stuffs it into her tape player. Disappears into the music.

I linger a while, not sure what to do with myself. It’s not until I open the door to leave that she slips off a headphone.

“Thanks, Tommy.”

“My pleasure.”

"Do I look like her?"

Neither of us needs to say her name. We know.

I peer at Ellie critically for a moment. "Not really. She had lighter hair. A finer face. And she was definitely taller than you."

Like always, Ellie dodges my attempt to ruffle her hair.

"I think you coulda looked like Bugs Bunny and Joel would seen her in you. Cause it ain't her he's seeing, y'know? He just ain't cared about anything in so damn long. Not the way he cares about you."

“Maria? Maria?!”

“Holy hell, girl.” Ellie comes barreling into the house so fast she almost knocks me flying. “Where’s the fire?”

“Is Maria here?”

“No, she’s out –“

“When will she be back?”

“Not sure, but at least this evening. What’s –“

“Where’s she gone?”

“I ain’t telling you ‘cause you’ll just run off and find her, and that would land both of us in a whole heap of trouble. You wanna get me in trouble with Maria?”

“No.”

“Good. She’s terrifying when she’s roused. Now, come help me finish laying this new floor, and maybe you can tell me some of it.”

It takes a while, some of it working in silence, some of it swapping dumb jokes, but she gets around to the meat of the matter inside an hour.

“Dina and Jesse kissed. I saw them.”

Seems like an odd thing to get so worked up about. Unless...

“You sweet on Jesse?”

“No!” Ellie scoffs, in a way that makes it clear she means it.

“...Dina, then?”

“No.”

I chuckle. That’s the kind of no that means yes, but she doesn’t wanna admit it. At least not to me.

The clock hand swings through another few minutes before she adds: “Would it be a problem? If I was?”

“Not to me. Not to Maria, neither. Nor Joel.”

She grabs my arm, tight as death, and stares me in the eyes. “You can’t tell him!”

“I won’t, I won’t! Jesus, girl, let go!” She does, and I rub my arm. For a tiny thing she’s got some strength to her. “That’s your business, when and if you tell him. But take it from me, you’ve got nothing to worry about there.”

She came to me, after they got back from Salt Lake. Not Maria. She came and she cried in my arms. Fell apart in a way I’d never seen anyone do before.

Thank god she never asked me if I knew.

Joel was mightier chipper when we headed out on patrol, crooning nonsense under his breath and grinning like a loon. Brighter than any man had a right to, heading out on patrol in the middle of the night. Brighter than I'd seen him since Ellie ran off to Salt Lake City.

I told him he seemed oddly happy for a man who just got in a bar fight.

He told me Ellie had come by. First time in a year they'd swapped more than a couple sentences. Said he knew things weren't gonna be magically fixed with just that one conversation, but it was a start. That she'd said she wanted to try. That maybe after patrol they'd have a movie night, like they used to.

I sure hope this second chance works out for them.

#tlou pt 2 fanfic #ellie #tommy #joel #I have a lot more thoughts but that's quite enough for a tumblr ficlet

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Too Late (Joel Miller)

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Warning: angst.

Summary: Pt4 of - Should Probably Leave. The Miller's attend your families annual Thanksgiving Dinner as every year, Joel knowing you'll be attending decides to take one last shot at making things right with you. Inspired by - Dolly Parton's - It's Too Late to Love Me Now.

It was that time of the year; your families annual Thanksgiving Dinner, it also marked the first you’d be attending since having left home, as well as the first time you’d be bringing your boyfriend to a family only gathering. Tom was a nice guy; intelligent, charming, handsome and career oriented, everything a woman could as for. Only problem was, he wasn’t truly what you wanted. Joel had been everything you wanted, but you weren’t what he wanted though. No, what he wanted was a woman like Tess, and you had made peace with it by finally jumping back into the dating pool. You needed a clean break from your feelings for him and that was how Tom ended up in your life. So, here you were now; eight months later, attending a family dinner with your boyfriend by your side. Problem was, the Miller’s would be there as well, and you really didn’t want to be around Joel with Tom by your side. As dumb as it sounded, you felt as if you were betraying the love you had for him.

“God, you’re pathetic...” you chastise yourself, “he’s the one that moved on first. You have all the right to live your life and try to find happiness with someone else.”

Joel was a nervous reck as he got ready to head over to your house for Thanksgiving Dinner, it wasn't the dinner itself that had him on edge, the Miller's had been part of your family gatherings for the past decade or so; it was seeing you there that had him so worked up. Joel had been utterly gutted when finding out you were with someone now, knowing that he only had himself to blame for the heartache he was experiencing. He had been the one to push you into the arms of another man with rejection you those years ago. You had done exactly what he told you to; leave home to build a life yourself and find someone to share it with. "Stupidest thing he's ever did in his life."

Joel was hoping he still had a chance to fix things and was planning on doing it this evening; he was going to pull you aside and confess it all. That he hadn't felt worthy of you, that had he believed letting you go was the best for you and that loved you, had been in love with you for quite some time. Joel knew your boyfriend was going to be there but couldn't give two-shits what the asshole thought; he was going to get His Girl back tonight and nothing was going to stop it.

The mad buzz of prepping was finally over within the kitchen after you helped your mother placing the dishes on the table, having freshened up and dressed; you headed downstairs to join the rest of the dinner party. You were chatting with your mom; Tom and your dad were a chat over drinks while waiting on the Miller's to arrive, although your dad seemed bored with it all. Your poor dad, you knew he didn't quite care for Tom but at least he was trying for your sake. Your back was towards them, so when your mother paused midsentence; mouth wide open and staring bug-eyed at something behind you.

"What's wrong?" your brows furrow in confusion and she silently motions for you to turn around. Slowly turning around, you do an instant doubletake at finding Tom kneeling in front of you with a ring in hand.

"Will you marry me?" Tom beams up at you adoringly as you stared in utter shock at him. Your mind went on wondering then, "the relationship was still so new... but then again, would you ever get this chance again? The man that you loved didn't want you and here was one that wanted and loved you, it was that simple."

Exhaling heavily, a smile spreads across your face, "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you..."

Tom breaths out a loud chuckle; getting up and slipping the ring on your finger, tipping down to kiss you. Your chin was rested on Tom's shoulder as he hugged you when the sound off the front-door opening was heard. Opening your eyes to look in the direction, you were greeted by the devastated look of Joel.

It's too late You say you want me, and it's too late Once my love for you was so great But it's too late to love me now

"C'mon Dad, we're gonna be late!" Sarah scolds as they make their way over to your house.

"Don't why ya in such a rush" Joel sighs, shaking his head in disbelief as Sarah open's your front-door as if she belonged there.

Closing the door behind him, Joel was a bit confused at Sarah's statue-like pose. "What's-" he begins but is cut off by the scene in front of him; you were standing in Tom's embrace. Joel frowned at the scene; wanting nothing more than to rip you out of his arms, as he silently studies you two, that's when he sees it. The diamond gleaming on your hand that was rested on his back.

It's too bad You say you need me and it's too bad I know the feelin' and it's so sad But it's too late to love me now It's too late to love me now

"Joel, Sarah!" you dad calls out, breaking the emotional stare down between Joel and you.

Silently you step out of Tom's hold, wanting to be anywhere but there at that moment. An awkward silence fills the room as both Sarah and Joel stares at Tom and you.

"Oh, hi!", Tom steps up to them, "you must be Joel, the neighbor?" he reaches a hand out toward him, "I'm Tom, Y/N's boy- well, I guess fiancé now... right babe?" he turns toward you, smiling.

Staring wide-eyed at Sarah and Joel for a second, you turn your attention to him with forced smile, "yes."

Joel continues staring at you in open-mothed shock, until Sarah silently nudges him. "Um, congratulations" Joel utters out, refusing to waver his attention from you; brows pinched tightly as his eyes silently pleas for it not to be true.

Your gaze drops to floor, hastily turning toward the dining table to escape the awkwardness, "we should begin eating, before the food gets cold."

Don't you know how hard I tried to hold out just for you? Lovin' you from mem'ry, day by day Then someone came into my life, turned my dreams around He's takin' all the love you threw away...

NXT

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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