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juletheghoul · 1 year

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friendly neighbourhood handyman

Gif by @manny-jacinto

Authors note: I just want to live in a world where Joel and Sarah are alive and well. So I wrote it, please enjoy being Joel's neighbour! (Thanks to my bestie @wheresarizona for encouraging me and to my literal wife @foli-vora for being the bestest cheerleader)

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: 18+ no minors, piv sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral (both m & f receiving) let me know if I missed any!

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It was the dog that led you to him, running out the door once you’d pulled it open, powerless to do anything but yell with your first big run of groceries in your arms.

“Goddamn it, Tucker!” You all but tossed the groceries inside the house, hoping against hope that the carton of eggs was still intact as you ran towards your dog. Luckily he’d stopped at the house opposite, jumping up onto a dark haired man standing outside his truck.

“Oh god I’m so sorry! Tucker, get over here!” The man was smiling at the dog, thankfully. A young girl came out, no doubt to investigate the noise.

“Oh!” She squealed happily, “Hi there!” The dog moved from the man to the girl, jumping up rudely, trying to lick her face.

“He doesn’t bite! I’m so sorry.” You finally made it over to where his tail was wagging wildly. “Tucker, Jesus Christ, get over here.” You gently pulled him away, catching your breath while staring daggers at the dog. He was nonplussed.

“He’s so cute!” The young girl came over to pet him where he stood beside you, “Hi Tucker.” His tongue lolled, ecstatic at the attention.

“You’re alright.” The man finished up behind the truck and walked towards you, he was tall and broad, dark eyes to match his dark hair. He was very handsome. “You just move in?” He scanned behind you.

“Yes, moved in last night.” You smiled, introducing yourself to him. “It’s nice to meet you-“

“Joel.” He shook your outstretched hand, shocking you with how warm his grip was. “My daughter, Sarah.” He gestured to the girl petting the dog at your side.

“Hi!” She smiled, giving the dog some more love before moving away. He fiddles with the keys in his hand. “Come on Sarah, we’ll be late.” He nodded his head, signaling he couldn’t stay. “I know that house. Garcias used to live there, they had some trouble with the deck if I recall. You have any issues, come see me. I’ll fix it up for you.” He smiled before getting into his truck, letting you walk your unruly dog back to your house.

It was hard not to look out for him after that. Not failing to notice the lack of a wedding ring.

From then on every rumble of a truck crawling down the street made you glance out the window. Whenever it was him getting home you’d stare, lip caught between your teeth as you watched him make his way into the house. He always had a quick word for whichever neighbour was out, always a gorgeous smile on his lips.

You thought about taking him up on his offer, about asking him to help with projects around the house, but then what? What if he had a relationship? How could you find out?

The answer came a few days later while you were out on the front lawn, tackling the disaster that was your garden bed. Denise, the friendly woman next door, had come over to say hello. She was commenting on your flowers when Joel’s telltale truck rumbled towards you.

You tried not to stare, tried to keep your eyes on Denise, keep your attention on the words she spoke but he caught her attention as well.

“Hey, have you met Joel yet? Joel!” She called him over and it made your stomach drop off a cliff. Your blood buzzes with giddy excitement, reducing you to a schoolgirl with a crush. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he walked over. Tucker was tied to the porch with a long leash to stop him from running out into the street again, and he’d been laying in a patch of sun calmly but that went out the window once he noticed Joel walking over. He bounded over to him and was greeted with a friendly welcome.

“Hey boy, you behavin’?” He patted him firmly on the flank before reaching you both, “Yes, dog made sure we met.” He smiled. “How’s that deck treatin’ you?” He had a squinty smile on his handsome face. One of Denise’s kids came out then and practically dragged her away, leaving the two of you alone.

“It’s seen better days, whole house has really.” You turned to look at the house from his perspective. “I take it you're a carpenter?” He moved to stand beside you, both of you facing the house.

“My brother and I work construction, but I know enough to get by. What’s wrong inside?”

“Well, the banister is loose, wobbly when you go up the stairs. Couple of loose floorboards and the bathroom could use a new sink. Aside from that-”

“New coat of paint on the outside wouldn’t hurt either.” He was frowning at the exterior. “You all alone in there?” He turned to face you, “Aside from the dog I mean, anyone to help out?”

You shook your head no.

“Just Tucker and I, what about you? Just you and Sarah over there?” You gestured towards his home. Probing.

“Just us, and occasionally Tommy. My brother.” He pulled the phone out of his pocket to check the time, “Can I take a look at your stairs? Sounds dangerous.”

“Sure–come in.” Your heart raced as you walked up the porch steps, opening the door for him, making sure to untie Tucker and let him in with you.

He made his way in, wiping his boots off as best he could on your welcome mat, Tucker rushed past you both and made his way over to his favourite spot.

You definitely hadn’t planned on having visitors.

“Don’t judge me–I’m almost done unpacking.” There were still a few boxes littering the almost set up living room. Shelves that were halfway filled. Books scattered on the floor.

“Oh don’t sweat it. You should see the way my place gets sometimes.” He smiled, making his way towards the stairs. “Okay, let's see what we’re workin’ with.” He curled his fingers around the banister and gave it a firm shake, swearing under his breath when it almost came off in his hands. “Okay that is really unsafe. Give me a sec and I’ll grab my tools.” He turned to head for the door. “I can’t fix everything tonight, I have to get dinner started but I can do this.”

“Oh, please if you’re in a hurry it’s okay!” You rushed out after him. “Really, it’s okay–”

“No it isn’t, I'll be right back.” He jogged quickly across the cul de sac, reaching into his truck for his tool belt and what looked like a drill. “Okay, I’m going to tighten this up and make it safe, and then later on if you want to replace it or update it or what have you, we can do it.” The way he said we almost let you believe that you were an item, and it thrilled you.

“You’re too kind Joel, really.” You watched him with hearts in your eyes, eating up the sight of him working away, the way his arms flexed when he pushed on the drill to tighten up some loose screws, when he put a few new ones in. It was a warm day, and you could see the evidence of it as a drop of perspiration rolled down the back of his neck, down past the collar of his shirt. All of him a taunt.

“Okay–I think we’re in business.” He was up and testing the bannister faster than you would have liked, testing it and smiling, happy with his handiwork. “You free tomorrow?” He was tucking his drill into a loop on his belt.

“Yes, I get home just after four.” You fiddled with hem of your shirt, your hands itching to circle around his neck.

Jesus woman, get a hold of yourself.

“Perfect, I’ll get Sarah to go next door–” He caught you staring at his arms, your lip between your teeth, every dirty thought you’d had about him no doubt plain on your face. You looked at the bannister quickly, too quickly. “...Okay if I just park in your driveway?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. You could almost hear the smile on his lips along with the pounding of your heart in your ears.

“Uh, yeah. No problem.” You smiled big. You tried to glance at him quickly but he held your gaze, his head swiveling when you moved.

“Well okay then.” He smiled big, his dimple the cherry on top. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He winked and then left. Tucker let out a sigh as the screen door banged behind him.

“Tell me about it boy.” You spoke to the dog, watching Joel as he walked away.

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You’d gotten home early, and spent it tidying up the living room, hoping to have it all cleared away by the time Joel came over.

You’d just managed to put away the last few things and change into something a bit nicer than work clothes when his truck rumbled down the street. Tucker bolted to the screen door, barking happily as Joel unloaded his things.

“Hey boy.” Joel put down his toolbox and shut the screen door, making sure Tucker didn’t get out. “How you keepin’? He gave the dog those flank pats he loved, moving up to scratch behind his ears.

“Thanks again for doing this Joel-” He looked up at you with something like surprise.

Was the dress too much?

He smiled wide, giving you a not so subtle onceover.

“It’s no trouble at all.” He straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “Let's see if we can straighten this place out.” You couldn’t help but smile back, his dark eyes lively with something that looked like mischief.

He did a walk through of the house, noting the things that needed repairing and once he had assembled the mental list he got to work.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Tucker was standing near his bowl, pawing at it to get your attention. “I have beer, water, could make a pot of coffee.”

“Coffee would be great, if you make some for yourself. Don’t just make a pot for me.” You heard tools being set down, the general rummaging noises of a handyman.

“I could have some coffee.” You set about making it, pouring a pot full of water into Tucker's bowl, and then into the machine before adding the filter and the grounds. It was nice to have something to do instead of standing there gawking at him,

“So—how are you likin’ the neighbourhood?” His voice carried, deep and friendly.

“It’s great, nice and quiet.” You called back, reaching for a couple of mugs.

“And the neighbours?” There was something in his voice, something playful.

“They’re alright.” He laughs before you hear drilling sounds.

When the coffee was ready you poured two cups, and fixed yours the way you liked it.

“How do you take your coffee?” You called out.

“Just black please darlin’.” Your heart raced at the endearment, making you smile privately before heading towards him. “Thank you kindly, this smells amazing.” He took a greedy sip, seemingly unbothered by the temperature and let out a deep groan.

“Good?” Pride swelled in your chest to see him enjoy it so much, thankful now that you’d remembered to buy coffee on your first grocery run.

“Fantastic. I can never get it to taste this good. Might knock on your door before work.” He set the mug down after gulping down almost half the cup. You laughed, enjoying your own a little bit more now.

The sun was making its way down as he worked, patching up all the little problem areas of your home. Sanding the edges off so to speak. He talked a lot, asking questions about you, about Tucker, about family and spilling about his in turn. He was so easy to talk to, his voice easy to get lost in and more than once you got the sense that the conversation was a little more flirty than you’d expected it to be.

He’d catch you staring at his neck, his arms or his mouth and smile to himself. You’d turn and catch him staring at your legs, at your ass but mostly, his eyes drifted down—to your cleavage.

Eventually the chit-chat stopped, the only sounds were the sounds of his tools, the jingle of Tucker’s collar, cicadas outside. There was something else though, an energy, a vibe flowing between the two of you, shy smiles were exchanged, his hand brushed softly against yours when he handed you the empty mug. He laughed softly to himself after catching you staring yet again.

“Darlin’, are you givin’ me the eyes?” His tone was playful and you felt your face heat up under the intensity of his gaze.

“Maybe.” You played with the hem of your dress. “What if I was?” Your ears were burning, the words almost getting caught in your throat.

“Well,” He turned to face you, hands on his hips, “I’d have to say I’m givin’ you the eyes right back.” Your heart kicked it into overdrive, brain buzzing with giddiness. “I’d have to confess that I’ve been thinkin’ about what you’d think about me kissin’ you.” He took a tentative step closer, his tools forgotten on the ground.

“I’d be very agreeable to that.” Your voice was steady despite the adrenaline flooding your veins.

He closed the gap, his big hands landed on your hips and then he went for it. Pressing his lips softly against yours.

The kiss was lovely and chaste, until it wasn’t.

Your hands rested on the arms you’d been staring at, sliding up up up past his shoulders, finally curling through the soft waves on the back of his head. He smelled like clean laundry, mixed with something citrusy, something spicy. Mouthwatering.

He pulled you closer, pulling a surprised gasp from somewhere in your throat. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, begging for entrance that you readily gave.

It was his turn to groan, your fingers tugging at his hair, pressing yourself closer.

He pulled away after a moment, coming in again to press more kisses to your lips, feather soft and devastating. He pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you catching your breath. He had lit a fire in your belly, awakened a heartbeat in your cunt and made it weep for him.

“Would you think less of me if I took you to bed?” You watched your own hands as you said the words, holding them against his chest, bringing them down slowly and savoring the solid feel of him beneath them.

“I’d love to–” A trilling noise sounded from his pocket and he answered it with an apologetic frown. “Yes baby girl, what’s wrong?” He stepped away for a moment, sighing quietly and hanging up quickly before coming back towards you.

“Dad duty?” You kept your voice neutral, ignoring the way your panties stuck to your body.

“Dad duty, but–would you be okay with me comin’ back after I put the kiddo to bed?”

“Of course, I’ll be waiting.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, licking into his mouth before pulling away. “Don’t forget about me.” You smiled sweetly.

“Keep the door unlocked, this kid is going to bed in record time.” He pressed another quick kiss, and gave your ass a sharp swat that had you squealing into his mouth. He hurriedly gathered his tools and left. Tucker barked excitedly when the screen door slammed behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh as he practically ran home.

Hours passed and the blood settled down from an unbearable heat, to a slow simmer. Tucker retreated to his bed, the last few remaining chores were completed by the time the sun had fully set. With nothing to do but wait, you took a nice, long shower. You fantasized about him surprising you while the cool water flowed over your heated skin, butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly at the thought of his hands on you again, moving down your arms and over your hips, sliding between your thighs to find you wet and wanting.

The shower ended without any surprises, which left you to dry off and enjoy the still of the night around you. A soft breeze blew through the open window, the cicadas were singing loud as ever and with a growing sense of doubt you saw that the hour was getting late. Maybe he’d fallen asleep. Maybe he’d been so tired from all the little projects he’d done, not to mention his full time job, and the kid he took care of–

There was a quiet tap on the door that had Tucker’s collar jingling. Your heart raced as you all but sprinted to the front door.

“Good christ woman.” He was staring at your nightie, “You tryna kill me?” made his way in, careful not to trip over the dog on his quest to lay his hands on you.

“You like my nightgown?” It was simple, but it complimented you nicely.

“Like?” He shut the door with his foot before pulling you into his arms, his mouth finding yours with an urgency that made you groan. “Darlin’ I love it.” His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin of your neck when he kissed you there, making a shiver run down your spine. Your hands were restless, moving to feel as much of him as you could. The muscles in his arms flex under your palms when you slide them towards his neck, the skin of his back was warm and he all but purred when you scratched at it lovingly.

Your confidence grew with every press of his lips.

“I want you in my mouth Joel–” He surged up to capture your mouth, his tongue obscene, making you ache with arousal.

“That so?” He herded you up the stairs, the two of you giggling as you made your way into your room. “What else do you want honey?” You pulled his shirt up and off tossing it onto the floor with a grin.

“I want you to show me how much you like my nightgown.” You bit your lip, pulling him by his waistband towards your bed, you sit close to the edge and look up at him through your eyelashes. His desire for you was obvious. Hard and heavy and tenting out the front of his sweats.

“Go on Honey, open up that pretty mouth of yours.” He pulled the front of his sweats down and your eyes widened at the sight of him.

“Yes sir.” You do as he says, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, your hands moving to pull him closer. He groans at the sight of you there and takes his cock in hand, taps it against your tongue a few times and you can’t help but moan at the salty taste of his arousal beading on the reddened tip of him.

You move one of your hands to hold onto it, noting with nervous excitement at the size of him. He moans when you place open mouthed kisses to the sensitive underside, moving to the base to give him a wide lick all the way to the tip. Repeating it until he whines.

“Come on sugar, stop teasin’ me.” He reaches down to put the straps of your nightie down, palming your breast before holding onto the hinge of your jaw, guiding your movements gently. “Can you take me a little deeper?” You nod around the tip of him, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep into your mouth as you can, swallowing around where he's hitting the back of your throat. He groans deep in his chest when you keep him there, eyes watering, spit spilling around the girth of him, gagging and sputtering.

“Jesus christ woman.” He says it like he’s in pain and you preen. “Fuck, fuck that’s good.” His thumb presses softly into the plump apple of your cheek, angling your mouth the way he wants it.

You know you must look a mess, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, tears streaming down your face and yet still, Joel is looking down at you like the sun shines out of your ass.

“Keep this up and I’m gonna fill your mouth.” The words come out strained and despite how much you love having him like this, the ache between your legs is growing unbearable so you give it one final kiss and pull away.

“My turn.” He pulls the rest of everything off, smiling wide as you scoot back onto your bed, your nipples tightening almost painfully. “God I bet you taste good huh?” He kisses your knee, swearing under his breath at the site of the wet spot between your legs. He curls his fingers around the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips to help him pull them off, his big hands parting your thighs the minute they’re sliding off your ankles.

“Look at that.” You rest on your elbows watching him get comfortable between your spread legs. “Been thinkin’ about this since the first day I saw you.” He presses a kiss to your mound, then your thigh, sinking his teeth into the meat of it before he nudges at your plump little clit with the tip of his nose.

You thread your fingers through the dark waves of his hair, smoothing out his eyebrow with the pad of your thumb.

“Come on baby, who’s teasing who now?” You wiggle your hips a bit, trying to get closer and he laughs, drunk on your excitement.

He dives in, wide licks from the rim of your opening up to the sensitive bundle of nerves. He groans, moving down, sliding his tongue as deep as he can to drink you down straight from the source.

You watch him through the haze of arousal, breathing hard as he sucks your clit into his mouth, eyes closed in his unabashed enjoyment of the act. His hands squeeze your thighs for a moment before they slide up to pluck at your nipples while he devours you.

It spreads through your belly like a wildfire, the pleasure building and building until your hips are chasing his tongue, grinding onto his face, your whole body a string being tightened until it finally snaps.

You shudder, falling back onto the bed, your body practically bowing under the intensity of your climax.

He presses another kiss to your mound before he crawls up and slots himself in the cradle of your thighs, his cock hot and heavy pressed up against your cunt.

His kiss now is aggressive, all teeth and tongues, breathing hard while he grinds against you—his cock slotting itself between the lips of your sex. Coating himself in you.

You reach down between your legs and line him up, pulling his hips in slowly while his mouth is pressed against yours, both of you sharing a moan when you pull him flush against you.

“Good god Joel, you’re splitting me open.” You wrap your arms around his neck, biting at his lip and relishing the rumbly groan your comment garners. “So fucking big.” You love how wrecked he is to hear it, so you keep telling him. “Need to be really wet to be able to take you baby—“ he starts off with shallow thrusts, short jabs that make you pant into his mouth. “Hear how fucking wet you made me?” You barely get the words out before his tongue is in your mouth again.

He slides one knee up for leverage, slipping his forearm under your thigh to hold you open for him and it knocks the thoughts right out of your head. Your mind blanks with every punch of cock and your arms cling to his neck for dear life.

“Touch yourself baby, need you to come for me.” He looks down, watching the place where you’re joined and you hurry to obey, sticking your fingers into your mouth before bringing them to your clit and he shuts his eyes tight, sweat gathering in his hairline and yours, a thin sheen of it covering you both.,

It only takes a few perfect circles and you're clenching around him with a scream. Your legs try to close automatically but he keeps them open, fucks you through your orgasm until his rhythm stutters.

“Inside Joel, I wanna feel it—“ he groans, seizing up for a moment before he grinds in deep, filling you to the brim.

“Fuck.” He collapses onto you, his face buried into your neck while you both catch your breath and it’s only now that you notice your nightie is still around your middle like a belt. You ignore it though, instead focusing on the warm weight of him, comforting and solid on top of you.

He lifts his head, a blissed out mischievous grin on his face.

“You know, if you didn’t have the money to pay for my handyman services we coulda worked something out—“ you slap his shoulder playfully and he laughs full-throated. The sound is almost more exciting than anything thus far.

“You’re hilarious.” You push his hair back away from his forehead, smiling to yourself. “A regular comedian, this guy.”

“I try—“ he pulls out with a hiss, “—you busy this weekend?” He pulls you close, finally divesting you of the nightgown turned belt.

“Nothing planned yet, why? Are you planning on asking me out?”

“Was thinkin’ about it. Would you say yes?” He skims his nose along your neck, raising goosebumps in his wake.

“Yes. Yes I believe I would.”

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thewriterg · 10 months

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

pairing(s): miles morales x fem!reader, miles morales x witch!reader, earth!42 Miles x fem!reader? earth!42 miles x witch!reader,

summary: You had been dating your vigilante boyfriend for a few months now but to his surprise you were hiding something a little more than complicated

word count: 2.4k+

request: Hi, if your request are open. Can I ask for a Miles Morales x fem witch reader or headcanons. Fem reader has powers and is a witch. She always carries a Spellbook and can always sense danger when it happens. How would Miles react and feel about reader being a witch? Sorry, if this is to much lovely. -@mbruben-stein

warning(s): reader hurts miles on accident, spidey/prowler activities, mentions of blood, spells, witchcraft, a little angst (I couldn’t help myself 😖), very VERY rusty Spanish it’s been a while, kisses, pet names, Both Miles are older in this like 17, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @manny-jacinto & @xmoon-soul-vibrationsx, @merakyn & — This was too fun to write 😭

1610 Miles 𖤐

Being honest completely and totally honest he would find out by total ACCIDENT

I feel like you would knew he was Spiderman your young, but with your craft you’ve matured and gotten a lot wiser

Everyone’s vibrations were different but it was something about Miles that simply was not… normal

That and the fact every time he’d cancel on you with a million apologies Spiderman would seemingly be spotted somewhere around Brooklyn in ten minutes tops

coincidence? You think not.

One day Miles was on his secret patrol or so he thought and your nerves got too bad you just felt that tingling, scratch worthy, sensation that told you that something bad was going to happen

what you did not expect was Miles to find out about your… power that very day

You switched off the TV with a small sigh the News Reporters speech dying down in their throat as you nuzzled a cup of warm tea to your chest the last foreign voice in your apartment talked about a Spiderman chance against a few criminals who thought it was a perfect day to rob a convenient store

Letting out a soft hum you made sure you caught yourself before you were lost in a heavy trance Miles found you like that a lot and it made you chuckle the first couple of times since he was so… shaken about it now it was a normal occurrence and he’d just wrapped his arms around you standing rocking side to side and a few minutes later you were out of it and greeted him softly

You weren’t dumb far from it you were wise and had an older mind you caught on that your boyfriend was the spider portraying vigilante the second time he had ran out from one of your dates that coincidentally as soon as your boyfriend left your presence Spiderman was magically making an appearance around New York

You could also feel Miles vibrations when he was around you and they were very abnormal from your average human being. You could feel his discomfort when he came back from his ‘secret’ patrolling by simply being around him

long story short he couldn’t really hide anything from you.

You cleared your throat as you snapped out of the trance you had tried ever so hard to stay out a few vintage framed pictures shaking on your wall

You weren’t usually this… jumpy it was usually only when Miles went on patrol and you needed to stop scaring yourself with the endless possibilities you just needed to clear your mind it would be a while before Miles got home so you stepped to your shelves of jars with different herbs, plants, and books sitting atop of it

Grabbing your jar of salt and a stick of chalk crouching down to draw a big enough circle for you to sit in as you stood in the middle of it before lining the outer line with salt you finally sat down

“Papilio lux, papilio lux, papilio lux” You muttered repeatedly your spell book left unopened on the coffee table beside you you’ve done this spell more than you can count it was your first spell you learned actually

You felt the heavy weight lift from your chest as a comforting wind slipped through your hair and the atmosphere of your home

💌💌💌💌

Miles swung from building to building the wind that was usually comforting and cool was now nipping and frigid against his skin

Your apartment building was in view and he found himself breathing in a fresh breath of air and pushed through even more determined to crawl his way into your arms when you needed him to take the weight of the world of his chest to help him breathe properly

Sometimes Miles just need you to put all of your weight and more on his body sometimes he just needed you to hold him sharing the weight of the world together

So with a harsh breath he crawled up your building to your window taking off his mask putting it up to his mouth to hold before pushing up the latch with one arm and crawling in with the other

What he expected least was to be thrown into a wall with the feeling of his windpipe being cramped down to practically nothing his eyes widened as he looked at you sitting cross legged in a circle eyes closed your hair softly whirling in different directions as he struggled to breathe clawing at his neck

Suddenly he watched as you gasped before he dropped to the grown coughing profusely and you rushed to him reaching out to touch him before you retracted your hand not wanting to scare him more than you already had

You explained to Miles everything a short while after that you made sure to get him some water first and sit him down comfortably making sure he was ready

My brother was in AWE as you explained your craft to him

You promised him 1,000 times that you wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt him that when the spell was interrupted with another presence it wasn’t approached with it tried to eliminate the potential threat

He reassured you that he knew that you wouldn’t actually hurt him

“I know you would never intentionally hurt me mi amor”

His secret already very prominent to you his suit being the biggest flag you could see to check off but he decided to offer the now but so secret to you anyways to make you feel better

“If, if it’s not obvious I’m Spiderman” His voice slightly cracked when he spoke and you softly giggled a bit as he hid his flushed out face in your shoulder and the beginning of your neck

“Hmm I can see that, but if it’s not obvious I’ve know since our second date” My boy was on the brink of WHIPLASH the way he looked up at you with the speed of light

“YOU KNEW!?”

After that day there was a lot more peace and comfort in your relationship especially with not having to keep anymore major secrets

He finds your ability to know when something bad is going to happen the coolest

Calls you his twin because his spidey senses are very similar

SPEAKING OF SPIDEY SENSES

THEY DO NOT GO OFF WHEN HES AROUND YOU AT ALL

Like if you guys are in your apartment or his Dorm? And you sneak up on him?

GASPING FOR HIS LIFE.

Like Gwen, Gankee, any classmates of his? FAIL. EVERY. TIME

BUT YOU!?

He needs his inhaler.

Also your spell book is so beautiful in it’s own way to him

Does not even TAP it if you don’t give him permission

He’s very big on respecting boundaries he would feel very flustered and embarrassed if you were to look through his sketchbook so he channels that into your spell book

If you do let him hold it and peak around in it? Internally screaming.

It’s leather cover, filled pages, stained Hogwarts letter looking paper in his words

He’s once again in awe

Brags about you ALL THE DAMN TIME.

Hobie is honestly tired of hearing him being such a “lovesick daft”

He’s literally the most happy for you both

Loves when you take care of him

He just a ‘wittle baby 😖

Make him a cup of tea when he comes back from a rough patrol, rubbing circles on his back as he practically lies on top of you

Miles has gotten used to the feeling and knows when you’re “working your magic”

Suddenly he’ll feel a strong peace slip into his head traveling through his skull, down his spine, and into the rest of his bones

Then the feeling he gets when he gets home from a long day and embraces you, puts his face in your neck, the bliss?

He feels that times a hundred

He likes to say “he can feel you” and you’d say “I feel you too”

He’s falling asleep in like 10 minutes MAX and that’s when he’s fighting it

We love witchy gf and spidey bf 😊

Earth 42 Miles 𖤐

I’m getting hero/villain trope

You’re a masked vigilante making sure New York is safe and he’s the prowler trying to make money so you, his mom, his uncle and him can be straight

The way you both found out about each other was so heartbreaking tbh

Miles did not want you to find out like that, hell he didn’t want you to find out AT ALL

You were trying to protect New York and he was trying to wreck it

Neither of you knew who you were fighting underneath your masks

Felt like his world was crumbling when he finally snatched off your mask

You wheeze slightly crouching on the top of an abandoned building putting pressure on your side tapping the small black piece in your ear as the prowlers voice rings through your senses

“I’m close I just need more time” The mask he wore distorted his voice as he mumbled something to another person over the phone you could hear his steps as he breathed heavily into his mic having hacked into it

“You don’t have that time the police are in Route!” That voice was familiar to you, too familiar.

“Listen you kill this chick? You’re set full ride you, your moms, your girl.” Aaron Davis? What the hell did he have to do with the prowler?

“Miles you get this done? And you’re out for good.” Your breath hitched in your throat along with bile that burned your mouth as much as you wanted to believe that this was just coincidental there were too many pieces that added up

Aaron Davis

Nights you didn’t go on patrol and randomly woke up to Miles gone

The recent excessive money

When he didn’t answer his phone for hours at a time when it was closing dawn

It just made sense.

Everything else was a blur as you reached underneath your mask taking your earpiece and throwing it across the rooftop of the abandon building it cracking into bits as it landed harshly

You were so… angry

“Come on asshole” You muttered having jumped down from the the top of the building your body pressed against the the side of the brick wall waiting for him to walk by and as soon as you heard the first step you were already throwing a direct kick to his chest causing him to stumble in his step just a bit but enough for you to have an open window of opportunity

“Motus” Your hands moving through the air swiftly as the prowler went flying backwards into a wall debris crumbling around him before he was back on his feet tackling you to the ground trying to get you hands pent up above your head before you spoke

“All this time you’ve been lying to me Miles!” You shouted and his attack stuttered as either of his thighs rested on the side of your torso his hands pinning your wrist down to the floor

“How do you know my name?” He questioned gruffly the realization that you knew hadn’t registered

“After everything, out of anybody, you lied to me!” You yelled tears swelling up in your eyes and finally his gripped loosened and his gaze softened under his mask You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of how much he hurt you but it did hurt and maybe you were a hypocrite because you kept something from him too but he knew how you felt about the prowler

“Y/n?” Miles mask opened on command it showing the exact person who you knew it would his carmel skin complimenting his doe brown eyes his braids falling down and stopping at his shoulders carefully he brought a hand down towards the lining of you mask before he slipped it off carefully, delicately as if you hadn’t kicked each others asses for weeks on end his breath slowed and the world seemed to stop as he looked down at your face sweating and bleeding from a cut above your brow

“Out of everyone you were supposed to keep it real with me you said I was your ace, you said that. This, this is just a joke, un juego” You hope he felt like you did betrayed, hurt, like time had slowed down and the world had stopped.

“Espero que haya valido la pena” And then you were gone right from underneath him into the thick tension filled air he sat on the blood snatching off the mask from the back of his head and throwing it with a curse before placing his head in his hands

“oh mi vida”

You would think that after everything that had happened Miles would give you space

and he would… not

Blowing your phone UP.

Would try to stop by your house and your mom loves him and Rio as well would tell him how you’ve been down recently maybe not eating abs that he should talk to you later when you came back from running errands for her

Then realizes you haven’t told anyone he was the prowler and that makes him feel ten times worse

YOURE AVOIDING HIM HEAVY TBH

he’s sending you gifts and flowers every day. Jewelry, clothes, shoes, food, just about everything

He’s not good with words or expressing his feelings whatsoever.

Gets to a point where he can’t take it anymore and he’s at your your door step on his knees for you to forgive he doesn’t care how desperate he looks because he is to make it up to you

“por favor dame una oportunidad mami, don’t close the door”

“Miles please get up, ese suelo está sucio”

“Jus’ let me explain and if you don’t forgive me than that’s that”

he was lying out his ass.. as if he would ever be over you pshhh

You wanted to say no

Just say no

NO.

“you have three minutes”

FUCK.

That’s all he needed y/n 😖🙏🏽

Goes on a full blown rant about how he felt about you and how he wanted to keep you away and safe from all that stuff

probably the most he’s talked about his feelings in one setting your whole relationship

He loves you so much and wants to see you good and well

he loves her more trope? Yes.

You also apologize for keeping your crime fighting a secret

You guys have stuff to work on but you’ll get through it

“I love you mi reina”

“I love you too querido”

💌💌💌💌

I’ve been so brains dead when it comes to writing request 💀

trying my best 😖🙏🏽

request are back open

#miles molares #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #spider man across the spider verse #miles morales x reader #atsv fic #witch!reader #poc!reader #black!reader #fem!reader #black!fem!reader #romance #fluff #angst #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Baby Blue - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

joel miller masterlist

Joel loses a bet to Ellie and is forced to chaperone a dance in Jackson. He might not mind it as much when he sees that their pretty neighbor is also chaperoning.

warnings | 18+ light on the angst, heavy on fluff, SMUT

a/n | this can be read as a standalone or as a continuation of Sweetness, it's just fun either way :)

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Joel lost a bet. He had taken Ellie out to practice her shooting, lining up old cans as targets. She was getting a little too cocky about her aim, so he had upped the ante, moving the still-standing cans a few more yards away, stacking them in a pyramid.

“If you’re so good, kid, I’d like to see you hit just that top can there.” He pointed out to the can on top of the stack. Ellie scoffed.

“Easy. You don’t think I can do it, old man?” He just shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest. Ellie was grinning.

“Do you bet I can’t do it?” She had caught him that day in a half-decent mood, so for once, he was game to play along.

“What’s your wager, kid?” She thought for a moment, before her eyes lit up wildly and she fixed him with a grin. Joel was suddenly a lot less interested in playing along.

“If I hit that can, you gotta sign up to chaperone the dance they’re throwing next week.” Joel actually groaned at that. When he had heard from Maria about their plan to host a makeshift prom for all the high-school-aged kids in the town, Joel had thought to himself that there might not be anything he missed less than the concept of a bunch of hormonal teenagers nervously fucking around in a humid gymnasium for a whole night. He had chaperoned one dance before, Sarah’s first and only homecoming, and his heart seized at the memory of how he almost blew a gasket watching Matthew Brown getting a little too handsy with his daughter. Needless to say, when they had asked at the next town meeting for adults to volunteer to chaperone, Joel had not offered his services up.

“Ellie, there’s gotta be something else. I’m not going anywhere near that dance.”

“Well if you’re so sure I’m gonna miss, what’s it matter anyways?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“And if you miss, what do I get?”

“If I miss, I’ll stop bugging you about your very obvious crush on our neighbor.” Ellie hadn’t let up about the young woman next door, not since Joel’s fake birthday when she had helped Ellie bake that cake for him. What the girl didn’t know was that the pair had shared a kiss that night, but since then, Joel had been hopeless. He’d greet her whenever he saw her around, and they’d exchange a few nice words, but everytime he talked to her his brain went fuzzy with the memory of that night, and he’d yet to “make a move” as Ellie had been goading him to do ever since.

“Alright, kid. Let’s see what you got I guess.” They shook on it. Joel wasn’t really worried about it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could make that shot, and if it meant getting Ellie off his back about their pretty neighbor, he was game.

He had sorely underestimated the kid, which was why he found himself in the old Jackson rec center gymnasium on a Saturday night, watching a bunch of puberty-ridden children of the apocalypse dance with each other to old cassette tapes from the eighties. This certainly hadn’t been on his end-of-the-world bingo sheet.

He leaned back against the cement wall, his eyes scanning the crowd for Ellie until he found her awkwardly dancing with Dina. At least he didn’t have to worry about Matthew Brown tonight. It was mostly other women chaperoning, and they had all given him weird looks when he came to volunteer. He had thought to himself that next time, he’d move the cans a lot further away.

But then he saw her on the other side of the gym, his lovely neighbor in an equally lovely light blue dress. The dress itself wasn’t anything special, a short-sleeved thing that fell at her shins, but on her, Joel reckoned it was still the prettiest thing he’d seen in at least the last twenty years. Her eyes met his from across the gym and she smiled brightly, already walking over towards him as Joel’s brain began to blare the oh shit alarm. She sidled up next to him, bumping her shoulder into his.

“Joel Miller, can’t say I was expecting to see you here. You lose a bet or something?” His eyes went wide as he looked at her. She just laughed.

“Sorry, I had to. Ellie told me.” He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.

“That kid is gonna be the death of me.” She shrugged, offering him a grin.

“She’s certainly a spitfire, that one. You know, she always asks me if I’ve talked to you lately, always telling me that you’d like to see me.” Joel felt absolutely mortified, his eyes sweeping anywhere but towards her to hide his embarrassment. He caught Ellie’s gaze out of the crowd, and the girl looked so smug he’d like to dissolve into nothing on the spot. That damn kid. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his neighbor and trying to pull himself together. He cleared his throat.

“You, um, you look real nice.” Her smile started to ease the panicky feeling in his chest. She lightly swayed the skirt of her dress.

“Traded some of the tomatoes I’ve been growing this summer for it. Certainly not the same as what I wore to my own prom, but I guess it works for a chaperone.” He offered her a slight smile, rubbing the back of his neck and watching her smooth her hands down the skirt of her dress.

“Do you remember much of your own prom?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah. I wore this awful shiny purple dress and had matching butterfly clips in my hair. My date’s cufflink actually got stuck in one when he tried to pull a move in the back of the limo we rented, nearly scalped me he yanked so hard.” Joel couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that.

“Sounds memorable. I take it your date didn’t get too far in, uh, making his move?” She just let out a low whistle, shaking her head and swaying into his side again.

“What about you? Do you remember your prom?” He sighed, altogether liking the feeling of her shoulder continuing to brush into his too much.

“Hmm, I think mine was a little before your time. To be honest I don’t think we even made it to the dance, just ended up, uh, parking.” He blushed furiously as he got the words out, instantly regretting it. She just hummed.

“Wow, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy, Miller. I’m scandalized.” He could see by the smile threatening to creep onto her face that she was kidding.

“Did you at least wear a suit?” He scoffed.

“Of course. Gotta wear a suit to prom. I wasn’t that much of a heathen.” She quirked her brow at him.

“What color?”

“Blue.” “Navy?”

“Uh, not quite.”

“Like a royal blue then?” Joel just sighed, his shoes suddenly very interesting to him.

“No. You’re not telling me you wore a baby blue suit to prom are you?” He huffed.

“It was the 80s, alright? Everyone was wearing them, thought it was cool.” Her laugh was big and bubbling, eyes crinkling up as she looked at him in disbelief. She finally caught herself, resting her hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I just– never in a million years would I have pictured you in a baby blue suit and now I’m probably gonna be imagining it until the day I die.” He shook his head, not able to fight the smile breaking out at her delight in teasing him. He willed her to keep her hand on his arm, and she did, curling her fingers lightly and letting out a sigh.

“Laugh all you want, but my date thought I looked good that night.” She hummed, tilting her head up at him.

“I’ll buy that. But you look pretty good tonight too.” He choked on an inhale. He knew her flirting was entirely gratuitous, all he had on was a button down and jeans, the same thing he wore everyday. She leaned into his side.

“Whaddaya say, Miller. Will you be my prom date?” He let out a breathy laugh, feeling the blush creeping up his neck again. Maybe it was the sound of “the Cure” fizzing in the background, or the dizzy feeling he was getting watching the swish of the hem of her dress around her bare legs, but Joel finally decided to go for it. He tilted his head down to catch her gaze, a wry smile cracking across his face.

“I’m flattered, darlin. Thought you’d never ask.” The grin she gave him was her brightest yet, and Joel felt like he was melting on the spot.

They spent a while like that, leaning into each other against the back wall and snickering about nothing, lobbing flirtations back and forth. One of the other chaperones stopped by and slipped her a flask that they started passing between them, warmth quickly settling into both their features. Joel hadn’t felt this at ease in a long time, with her arm slung around his shoulders like they were the only two people in the room. She sighed resting her cheek on his arm as he glanced down at her.

“You know, even after he yanked my hair, my date still tried to make another move.” Joel scoffed but she just nodded.

“Mmhmm, he dragged me into the men’s bathroom, tried to get me to give him a handjob, pfft. I smacked him in the face and left right then and there, had to call my mom to come get me.” She laughed, but Joel wasn’t finding anything funny about it. Even though it had been at least two decades ago, and whoever this punk was had probably long been turned into a walking mushroom, Joel still briefly felt a twinge in his chest that he’d like to knock the guy’s lights out. He felt ridiculous, instead drawing his attention back to her and tentatively letting his hand wrap around her waist.

“That’s a really shitty prom memory.” And then, his tongue loosened by whatever they had been swigging from that flask, he said something way too bold.

“You wanna make a better one?” Her fingers stilled where they had been lightly playing with his shirt collar. She was just as shocked as him at his words, but she quickly caught herself, melting back into a smile.

“Well, depends who I’m making it with.” Joel was already slipping his hand into hers and turning heel to tug her along behind him out of the gym and into the hallway. Her breathy laugh of his name made his heart kick inside his chest. He was startled however, once they got out into the empty hall as she pulled him back towards her, tripping over his feet until they crashed together in a kiss. His hands quickly found purchase on her waist as she tugged him down by the hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t help the low groan that thrummed through his throat when she licked into his mouth. She pulled back with a wet click of spit, taking a big gasp of air. Joel’s knees felt weak at the sight of her, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving in her pretty blue dress.

They were interrupted however, by the sound of chatter spilling out of the gym and into the hall. Joel’s eyes landed on another door, pulling her behind him and into what must have once been a supply closet. Luckily, when he flipped the lightswitch it worked, and they were back on each other in an instant, a tangle of tongues that was admittedly taking him right back to his highschool years. He walked her back until she was pressed up against the door, their hips slotting together, seeking more however they could get it. Her hands were grazing up and down his chest, sliding along the waist of his jeans in a way that was making him feel dizzy. His palms started to wander as well, from her waist down to the swell of her thighs, making her gasp when he squeezed the softness there before dipping around to her ass and he thought to himself that she was perfect in his hands.

He was snapped out of the swimming reverie that was kissing her when he felt her fingers starting to work at his belt buckle. He was quick to take both her wrists in his hands, pinning them back against the door. She huffed at him and he could only breathily laugh at her frustrated expression

“Nuh-uh, darlin. This one’s gonna be all you, alright?” She smiled, her head lolled to one shoulder.

“We gonna go parking after this, prom date?” Joel grinned, already kneeling down in front of her.

“Something like that.” While he may have felt like he was back in highschool, he still had his very-much-not-teenaged knees and back to deal with and he was feeling it as he got down on the floor in front of her. He figured the pain would be worth it.

His palms gently curled around her ankles, skimming up along her calves and the backs of her thighs as he rucked up her dress along with him. Her breath hitched when his hands squeezed at her hips, not taking her eyes away from his as he thumbed at the band of her underwear.

“Is this ok?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He gave her hips a harsh squeeze that made her gasp.

“Need you to tell me, darlin, please.” She drew one of her hands to card through his hair, tugging lightly at the scalp to get him to tilt his head up towards her. Her eyes were blown wide, and she squirmed in his grip. Joel felt like his head was going to explode just looking at her.

“It’s good, Joel. I want it, want you, please.” It was all he needed to hear, laying an open-mouthed kiss to the top of one of her thighs before sliding her underwear down her legs and helping her step out of them on wobbly feet. He drew the hem of her dress back up and she seemed to get the hint, bunching it up in one fist to keep it out of the way for him. He let his mouth wander up the plush inside of her thigh, breath grazing over her cunt in a way that made her shiver in his grasp. When he dipped away, however, trailing down her other leg, she breathed out a long whine. At that, he let his teeth graze her skin, nipping just a bit unkindly at the softness.

“Patience, prom queen, I’m getting there.” She scoffed.

“Oh, I’m prom queen now?” She went to say something smart, but was cut off with a broken gasp when he finally dragged his tongue through her folds.

“I’d sure give you the crown, darlin.” With that, he dipped back into her heat, drawing his tongue up from her fluttering entrance to her clit and swiping over the bundle of nerves there. He could feel her thighs shaking where his rough palms were splayed, and he drew her one leg by the back of her knee over his shoulder to open her up even more to him. She keened into his mouth, sighing out soft curses mixed with his name as he worked her over. It wasn’t lost on Joel that it had been a long time since he had done anything like this, but judging from the way she was tugging on his hair and canting her hips into him he hadn’t lost his touch.

“Fuck, Joel– want m-more– please– need more.” He rested his cheek on the swell of her thigh, bringing a hand up and slipping two of his fingers into her tight heat. The moan she let out was more of a cry at that, and Joel’s head went swimmy again at the feeling of her clenching around his fingers.

“Want you to come for me, darlin. I know you can. You wanna come for me?” She nodded frantically at his goading words, and Joel dipped his face back between her legs to lick harsh stripes against her clit as his fingers continued to steadily pump her. He came up for air for a moment, watching her face scrunched in pleasure above him, the sight made his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Please, baby, come for me. Just let go, pretty.” It was all it took to send her over the edge, her hips jerking in his grip and her cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucked her through it. She let out a few warbly gasps of his name, tugging his hair to get him to stop working her over through the sensitivity. He finally pulled away and she hissed as he helped her get her foot back on the ground, slumping back against the door and gazing down at him with a hazy smile, her dress fluttering back down around her legs. Joel stood with a groan, his knees screaming in protest but he was quickly distracted by her pulling him in by his collar for a stomach-churning kiss. She pulled away with a gasp, eyes searching his.

“Joel, wanna feel you please. Want you to fuck me.” He groaned at that, dipping his forehead to rest on her shoulder and shaking his head lightly. She stilled in his grasp, and when he looked up at her again, a worried look had settled over her face. He couldn’t help the disbelieving laugh that rumbled in his chest, that this woman standing before him actually wanted him that much. The furrow between her brow deepened, but he was quick to lay a kiss there, stroking the arc of her cheek with his thumb.

“I want you too– believe me. But I’ll be damned if the first time I have you is in a fucking supply closet.” She let out a wild laugh at that, her eyes crinkling up as she looked at him and a warmth melted through Joel’s chest at the sound.

“You know, I thought you were kidding about the whole parking thing.” Joel grunted, stealing another kiss from her before guiding her out of the closet.

“Fuck parking, I’m gonna take you home, darlin, if that’s alright with you?” They were already walking out of the gym but she still squeezed his hand and shot him a wicked grin.

“Sounds good, prom date, lead the way.”

When one of the chaperones checked the door that had been left ajar, they were only slightly horrified to find a pair of panties strewn on the supply closet floor.

#joel miller smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou

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lavendertales · 1 year

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love your content sm!!! I've seen people request different heights but I'd THOROUGHLY enjoy joel/frankie/javi/dinxplus size reader if you're comfortable. it doesn't need to be one of those "reader hates their body and the man tells her she's pretty even though she's fat" but maybe just details of wide hips, bigger belly, thick thighs. I personally think joel, javi, and frankie would be all over a curvy girl...

HELL YES! I wholeheartedly agree with you, Joel/Javi/Frankie/even Din would be all up on that... but I'll try to paint a more vivid picture with Joel, just for funsies. I've had an idea for another Joel fic so this request comes in at just the right time😌

Mine || Joel Miller x plus size!f!reader**

summary: calling Joel Miller mine awakens something in him that turns out to be in both your favor.

word count: 1.5k

WARNINGS: established relationship; possessive!Joel, unprotected piv, cunnilingus, a dash of dirty talk, creampie.

A/N: Comments/reblogs are always very much appreciated! 💕

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

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When you first arrived to Jackson, you wouldn’t have thought things would turn out this way. Hell, this wasn’t even on the list of things you planned for yourself.

It began slow and simple, with lingering glares, followed by tentative touches over the arm and back, and then, desire was born. You didn’t think much of it at the time, but as time went by, there was no denying it.

Joel couldn’t get enough of you.

It surprised you a little, you couldn’t lie; you knew you didn’t fit the beauty standard, but to hell with those. Living in an apocalyptic world meant living from day to day, sometimes even moment to moment, so why worry about such ridiculous things like body image? Joel definitely didn’t care about that. Quite the opposite: he seemed to be far too immersed in the ways he could hold your body close to his. This could be either snuggling up to you at night when he couldn’t sleep, letting you be the big spoon, or causing you to shiver and moan his name on a broken loop when he made love to you and caused your orgasm to rip through your body.

You’ve developed the habit of addressing him by several pet names as your relationship developed—sweetheart, baby, honey, whatever rolled down your tongue in key moments. However, one slipped past your sharp tongue before you could think it through when you saw some woman at the bar trying to put her moves on Joel.

Mine.

You were never the jealous type, not to this degree, but when you marched to Joel’s side with a cocky smile and grabbed hold of his arm, telling the woman “I’m sorry, this one’s spoken for. He’s mine”, you were surprised by your own reaction.

It woke something in Joel, too.

The whole way home he stared at you, sizing you up and down, his heart thrumming in his ears. Mine. You called him yours. You were jealous and territorial, and something clicked inside of him.

Once the door closed behind you two and you could finally breathe into the chilly air, Joel stared suggestively at you, his hands on your hips, teasingly tugging at the hem of your shirt.

God, how he loved the way you felt under his touch. Soft in all of his favorite places, flesh spilling from in between his fingers when he kneaded it harshly, the smacking, wet noises when he buried himself to the hilt inside you and your skin turned red.

Fuck, it always gets him so hard just thinking about it.

“Before you ask, yes, that was me being jealous or… whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Why?”

You were half amused and half shook that he would feel the need to ask such a ridiculous question.

“What do you mean ‘why’? That woman was all over you,” you replied. “She was ready to give you a lap dance if you stared at her for an extra five seconds.”

Joel scoffed, sneaking a hand underneath your shirt and rubbing your back and your soft belly. He could instantly see the flush of your cheeks, the auburn reaction to a mere touch, and his breaths nearly stammer in his throat.

“Why would you be jealous?” he asked in the most ridiculously calm tone. “I’m yours. You said so.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed and already feeling a burning craving when his hands move to the front of your shirt to unbutton it.

“I did,” you admitted, gulping.

“Say it again.”

You flashed a faint smile as you remained topless before him and Joel’s mouth peppered kisses on your neck. “You’re mine.”

Joel hummed somewhere in the crook of your neck. He glued your flushed body closer to his, and you felt the outline of his cock poking against you. His lips found yours not long after, all the while his hands massaging your breasts, tweaking your nipples till they pebbled under his touch. Your hands roamed all over his broad shoulders and muscly back as you grew needier and more impatient.

You knew Joel could well be rough and harsh, and you expected him to bend you over and take whatever he wanted from you, but you’re once again surprised when he instructed you to remove the rest of your clothes and get on the bed. You did as you were bid, breathlessly staring at the rushed way Joel disposed of his own clothes and parted your legs, kissing his way up your thighs.

He had a bit of an oral fixation, as you liked to tease him sometimes. He spent a whole lot of time kissing and biting your thighs, and of course, he could’ve spent hours buried in between your legs, making you fall apart in his mouth over and over till you cried in overstimulation. He loved your full thighs, the way they felt when you crossed them around his waist. He loved your hips and your belly, the way the skin there bounced when he fucked you rough and fast from the front, and the way it jiggled when he held onto you from the back. You were ethereal, a gorgeous woman plump in all the perfect places.

Joel licked a wet stripe between your folds, earning the first moan from your side. He grabbed ahold of your thighs, keeping them in place, and began to eat you out like a man absolutely famished.

“Joel—fuck… oh my—“

You tugged on his hair once his tongue darted in and out of you, and you began to squirm. Joel hummed in your pussy, maybe even muttered something, but there was only so much you could focus on. And you didn’t even get the chance to warn him when you felt that familiar, much-needed burn in your stomach. You simply came on his tongue, soaking his mustache and beard, the sight causing you to blush as Joel came up for air.

He grinned in utter delight, bending over to kiss you roughly, giving you a taste of yourself.

“Joel,” you could barely breathe out. “Please—“

“Hm? D’you need me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please.”

He couldn’t deny you, or his own craving. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long, but fuck, he desperately needed to feel you, to watch mesmerized the way your tits bounce along with his thrusts.

Hand curled around his cock, Joel guided himself to your soaked entrance, entering you in one swift thrust. He started fucking into you without any time for adjustments, his hands secure on your sides. He was holding onto your hips so harshly you believed there’d be some bruises there tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less about that.

You felt him deeply, big and thick and borderline desperate, just the way you liked him.

“You like it this way, darlin’?” he teased, leaning down to bite your earlobe.

“Fuck, yes—“

“You like takin’—all of me in your—pretty cunt? Is that it?”

“Yes—“

Pleasure and pain alike prickled your skin, blossoming into a deep ache inside of you, but damn if it wasn’t blissful.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous—“Joel grunted. “Say it, again—say it—“

You knew what he wanted to hear. You couldn’t believe that a possessive pronoun could get him this hot and bothered, but if it did, you were all for it.

“Mine—you’re mine, Joel M-Miller—“

“That’s right, that’s—fuckin’ right—yours—”

“Mine, no one else’s—“

“Mhm—all yours, darling—you take me so fucking good, look at you—fuckin’ soaking me—“

He was pushing his cock so far deep inside you that it downright felt as if he pressed a button, that little button that made you see stars, and you instantly knew it wasn’t gonna be much longer.

“You gonna come for me, hm?” he smiled above you, delirious with ecstasy at this point. “Gonna soak my cock, hm?”

“Yes, yes—“

“You get so tight—when you come, shit—lemme feel it, darling, c’mon—“

You couldn’t handle it, all the sweet talk mixed with his filthy words. You felt tears in the corners of your eyes, stealing blurry glances at the fast way his cock was vanishing inside your cunt.

“Touch yourself,” Joel commanded, and your hand bolted in between your legs, frantically rubbing your clit. “Atta girl, there you g-go—“

His own orgasm hit much harder than he expected; suddenly you were rubbing circles around your clit while Joel stroked himself to completion partially inside you and all over your soaked folds and plush belly, painting the messiest canvas you’ve ever seen. When you do come, it’s blinding and ecstatic, and you moan a series of cuss words and his name. Always his name when he brings you to completion.

And now, the word mine as well.

Joel pecked your lips, smiling before adding, “You’re mine too. Don’t you forget that.”

You smiled back at him. “Never.”

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dustydaddyyy · 1 year

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i. start me up | joel miller x reader

a/n: pheeeeeeew, a little joel miller because the pedro pascal brain rot is realllll it's currently so bad. but yeah still toying with the idea of writing a second part to this. . .let me know what ya'll think!

flash point (series) masterlist

pairing: pre-TLOU! joel x fem!reader summary: on a particuarly wet night, you run across tess servopoulos and joel miller, and they help you out of a tight spot warnings: canon-typical violence and gore, swearing, lots of tense moments, mentions of stab wounds, blood loss and unconsciousness. oh and another cursed stitching-you-up-with-what-i-have scenario. you're very welcome. no use of y/n but a very subtle switch from third-person to 'you' at some point (the struggle of transitioning from joel's POV was real)

"if you start me up,

if you start me up, i'll never stop,"

GIF credit goes to: @/manny-jacinto

Joel Miller had never really minded rain. Sure, it rained a lot in Boston, and often that meant everything was cold and grey, but Joel felt it matched his mood of late. So, when he finds himself trudging through the rain on a Tuesday evening, the sky having darkened several hours ago, he finds he doesn't mind so much.

Tess, on the other hand, is muttering up ahead to herself about getting soaked to the bone, cursing under her breath as the rain comes down in a light but potent drizzle, and Joel bites back the beginnings of an amused smile.

"You alright?" he asks instead, drawing level with her, and she gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm fucking cold,"

"We'll be home soon," Joel says, keeping his tone neutral, and Tess shakes her head with a scoff as they power on.

"We should've left earlier," she says pointedly, and Joel chooses to ignore her as they round the corner of the street, taking a right into a dark alleyway. At first glance it looks like a dead end, but Joel knows there is a pile of sandbags in the corner that allows you a leg up over the wall at the end of the alleyway. It's a shortcut into the downtown area, or what used to be the downtown area, and Joel and Tess had been using it for years to cut their smuggling routes into half.

Just as they reach the end of the alleyway, Joel's ears perk at the sound of noise behind them, and almost on instinct, he pulls on Tess' sleeve and presses himself into the corner of the alleyway, where they remain shrouded in darkness.

"Where are you running off too?" comes a loud, jeering voice from the night, and after a few seconds Joel watches as a young woman turns the corner, "We just want to talk to you!"

She's walking fast, in a hurried step as she glances furtively over her shoulder. The sound definitely hadn't come from her, but Joel doesn't have to wonder for long as three men round the corner after her. They're an assortment of tall and short, small and large– it feels almost like a bad movie scene, but nevertheless Joel's eyes meet Tess' as a slight sigh of mourning for his peaceful evening leaves his lungs; it doesn't take a genius to know where this is going.

The evening had been going so well.

The sigh isn't necessarily one of mourning; while Joel was hoping to get home relatively peacefully this evening, he also knows there's no way either him or his partner, hardened as they are, are going to watch this happen in silence.

"Leave me alone," the girl stutters, and one of the men laughs.

"You are alone," he says, and his tone has a chill to it before he gives a creepy smile, "We ain't going to hurt you, honey,"

"I somehow doubt that," comes her voice, and if Joel hasn't been paying attention, he would've missed the quick wit in her tone before it returns to a meek pleading, "Please, just let me go home,"

There's more drunken laughter from the men, and Joel and Tess share a look as one of the men takes a step closer to the girl, who is backing down the alley. "Come here, girl,"

When she sidesteps him, – with surprising ease – Joel thinks to himself, his hand reaches out and his face morphs into a snarl.

"I ain't asking again, you little prude," he hisses, and the minute his fingers close over her forearm, Joel's shoulders tense as he prepares to move.

This had gone far enough.

Then, several things happen at once; Tess' hands extends to stop Joel as he moves to take a step, and he'd been so focused on how he was going to barge into this situation that he hasn't even noticed that the girl has moved swiftly, jerking her arm towards herself, which makes the guy hanging on to her stumble forwards. She takes advantage of his momentum and puts a hand on his shoulder, pulling him down towards her as her knee comes up with what Joel assumes in an inordinate amount of force for someone her size. It makes a sickening cruch as it comes into contact with the guy's face, his nose crunching, blood spattering up her jeans as he stumbles back, stunned into silence.

Joel doesn't know if it was enough to knock the fucker out, but she barely gives him a chance as she steps forward, foot coming up to give him an almighty kick of her boot to the middle of his sternum, sending him flying backwards, limp.

She turns around towards his two friends, who had been watching in shock, and when they move forward towards her, fists extended, Joel watches as this girl unleashes one of the single most beautiful displays of violence he thinks he's ever witnessed.

It's clean, controlled, nothing like the raw violence that overcomes Joel in situations like this; it's precise, aimed specifically at incapacitating the two men. The tall, skinny one barely stands a chance, and she sidesteps him as he swings forward, giving his back an almighty two-handed shove as he falls face-first into the floor. She turns swiftly on the ball of her foot, and Joel watches with a sort of fascination as her leg extends in a wide arc around her, landing a kick to the jaw of the second one, who buckles almost immediately.

She turns again, methodically almost, as the skinny one tries to scramble to his knees, and in two strides she's standing behind him, crouching for a second to wrap her forearm around his neck. The guys struggles, but she's holding fast, his kicking feet struggling as she tightens her grip with her other arm.

Then, Joel catches something; a reflection in the dim moonlight, the glint of a blade, and he seriously fights an urge to call out and warn her but it's too late. She lets out a pained grunt as the man's hand slashes wildly, the blade sinking into her upper arm. Another contained yell escapes her, and Joel watches as her face contorts in sudden pained anger and frustration. He knows it's coming, having recognized the expression on his own face more than once, and he's not surpised when she jerks the man suddenly in her grasp, his neck breaking under her grip, his body going limp. There's a resounding thump as she drops him, his form collapsing in a heap at her feet.

She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she surveys the damage for a minute, before her head turns to her arm, the blade still sticking out of it.

"Motherfucker," she hisses to herself as she inspects the handle of the blade, letting out another pained breath, before sucking it right back between her teeth, "Fuck,"

She takes a deep breath, before crouching beside the bodies, two knocked out, one lifeless. It takes a second for Joel to realize she's going through their pockets, and he has to bite back a scoff.

Little thief.

After pulling what looks like a few ration cards and two watches off your would-be assailants (or were they your victims? Had this been planned out?), you get back to your feet with a groan, inspecting the knife still sticking out of your bicep. Your face contorts in pain as you suck some air in between your teeth sharply. Your hand moves towards the handle, as if you're contemplating taking it out. Joel thinks he probably would have if it had been him.

"I wouldn't do that," Tess speaks up, her voice echoing through the silent alley as she steps out of the shadow.

You're fast, wheeling around in the alleyway towards the sound of her voice. Your hand moves quickly as it reaches into a holster than had been hidden against your side, the sound of the gun safety clicking off following it soon after. This makes Joel kick into gear, his own gun coming from his holster as he points it at you, which catches your eye.

"Not another step," you threaten, your voice low as you point the barrel of a gun at Tess, but your eyes are boring into the darkness, almost as if you can see right through it, through Joel, standing half hidden against the wall, "I won't hesitate to shoot her, and trust me when I say I'll be taking her right down with me if you pull that trigger,"

It's a silent for a moment, before Joel moves, stepping into full view.

Your expression doesn't change, but Joel watches with some satisfaction as your eyes roll up to his face, taking in his height and his broad shoulders, and running down his built arms and towards the barrel of his gun.

You're wondering whether you could take him in a fight.

(Joel quietly believes you could, but he doesn't voice it)

"Easy with that,"

Joel's voice is deep and level as he doesn't waiver, gun still pointed at your face, which you find surprising considering the situation, but equally unnerving because he doesn't seem at all fazed at the gun you're pointing at his partner.

"Don't patronize me," you say, giving him an unimpressed look, eyebrows raising as you stare straight into Joel's eyes, moving the gun and pointing it at him, instead, "Now did you hear me stutter? Put that down,"

"Can't shoot us both,"

Joel knows he probably shouldn't be taunting you, but it feels like a force stronger than himself as he raises a singular eyebrow at you, almost in challenge.

"Fine," you say with a hint of a sarcastic smile, "I'll shoot you first, grandpa, and then her,"

Joel's eyes harden slightly at your threat and the name, and for a moment it's a standoff as your stare him down. He's impressed by how well you're standing your ground, considering your relatively smaller stature compared to him, but as his finger itches over the trigger, toying with the idea–

"Why don't you both put your toys away, hm?" Tess asks, and she sounds unimpressed, unbothered, almost, "Bad enough we have FEDRA on our asses, don't need to be killing each other, as well,"

Your eyes haven't budged from Joel's, hand tightening around your gun. "You first,"

Joel lets out a humourless scoff. "You think I'm that stupid, do you, sweetheart?"

The name rolls off his tongue with surprising ease, and Joel watches with great satisfaction as your face hardens, your hands gripping the gun with renewed strength, finger pushing against the trigger.

"Joel," Tess says, partly in surprise, considering she's never, ever heard him use that word, and partly in warning as she watches your shoulders square.

"Didn't I tell you not to fucking patronize me?" you say, your voice filled with barely restrained anger, eyes flashing with fury as you contemplate shooting him. He'd be an easy kill from here; he isn't old, but he's older enough to be slower than you, and there's no way he'd beat you to shooting him right in the chest.

Your thoughts are interrupted as a light sweeps across the main street, along with the faraway sound of radios and a FEDRA truck.

"Shit," Tess curses, before peering at the wall, looking back at Joel, "We have to go,"

Then she turns back to you. "Look, you can shoot each other, whatever, but the minute either of you pull that trigger, FEDRA is going to come charging around this corner and then we'll all be fucked,"

Her tone is almost chastising, as if she's mediating a conflict between children.

"Or, you can put that down and come with us over this wall, and live to tell another day,"

"She what?" Joel lets out incredulously, head finally moving as it snaps to stare at Tess in disbelief, but Tess isn't looking at him, instead exchanging a glance with you.

"Besides, you've lost like half a pint. . . someone has to take that unsanitary shiv out," Tess says finally, and you let out a small breath, clenching your jaw.

It's clear you're still in pain, and Tess had been right in observing your wound hadn't stopped bleeding, soaking through the several layers you're wearing, the rain doing nothing to wash it away.

After a short second filled only with the approaching sounds of the soldiers in the night, your eyes flashing with mild panic, flitting nervously between Tess, Joel and the street, you nod.

"Fine," you say, curtly, dropping your gun and tucking it in the waistband of your jeans, before you look up expectantly, "Lead the way,"

It's easy, maybe too easy, Joel thinks to himself, but after another withering look from Tess and the growing noise and approaching light, he relents with a sigh, turning on his heel and stepping back towards the darkened corner.

"Come on," Tess says, beckoning you, and you follow them, pressing up against the wall and watching as Joel gives Tess a leg up over the small wall, which she scales easily. Joel turns to you, raising a brow expectantly as he waits for you to move.

"You going to stand here all night waiting for the other shoe to drop, Cinderella?" Joel finds it in himself to be sarcastic, his tone harsh as he regards you, and you let out a breath.

"I can climb the wall without a boost," you rebuff him, before motioning your head, "Now get a fucking move on or we'll get caught,"

Joel isn't sure he appreciates your tone, but he doesn't have enough time to consider his reaction as voices sound directly from the other end of the alleyway. Joel doesn't think, he only reaches for the front of your jacket, pulling you towards him and under the cover of darkness as he flattens himself against the wall, pressing you against him.

"What the fuck–"

You're surprised, caught off guard by the sudden closeness, but Joel shushes you harshly, one of his hands coming up from the grip on your jacket to cover your mouth. You let out a surprised sound, which is muffled by his hand, and your arm moves past his head and against the wall, palm flat to steady yourself. You let out a small groan of pain, eyes closing tightly as the blade in your arm jerks, more blood pouring from the wound. You take a deep breath, eyes opening, before they narrow to slits as you glare at Joel, ripping his hand away from your mouth.

Before you can say anything, however, a bright search light sweeps over the street illuminating the three slumped bodies.

"Shit," you swear under your breath as you hear several alarmed shouts, and beneath you, Joel doesn't move, his hand still gripped into the front of your collar as his eyes follow the commotion in the alley. He watches as the FEDRA agents jump from their truck and go to inspect the carnage in the alleyway. There's three of them, large guns strapped over their shoulders, and you feel Joel's grip on your jacket get tighter as you desperately press yourself further towards him in an attempt to remain unseen. He doesn't rebuff you, probably because he realizes that if they see you, then they'll see him, too.

"This one's dead," says one soldier, nudging the tall one as he shines his flashlight down, "Neck looks broken,"

"Pockets empty," the other one concludes after he takes a look at the other guy, "But just knocked out, it seems,"

"That's the second time this month," the third one says, walking around the truck, "Looks like we got a thief with anger issues,"

"It's sloppy," says the one crouching, before getting to his feet, "He's going to get caught one way or another,"

You have to bite back a smug look at the use of the pronoun. They didn't even think it could be a woman.

"Load them in the back of the truck, they're still out past curfew," says the one nearest to the car, before turning and calling over his shoulder, "And make sure to check the alley. . . they could still be hanging around,"

Your eyes go wide as you hear one of the soldiers oblige, and they meet Joel's. It's unspoken, but Joel sinks slightly through his knee, cupping his hands for you to step in. You don't protest, and he boosts you over the edge as the light approaches the corner. You don't jump down to the other side, though, and for a terrifying moment you're almost completely exposed in the light of the moon as you thrust your hand down to Joel. Part of your leg dangles down over the other end as you straddle the wall, lowering yourself as Joel gives you a glare at the risk, but takes it nonetheless. You strain as you pull him up, and can feel another set of hands holding firmly onto your calf, steadying you as you pull Joel over the top. You're the last to jump off, and at that moment, your hands poised on the top of the concrete, ready to push off, the beam of light from the flashlight shines straight into your back.

"Should've known I'd find you lurking out here," comes the voice of the first soldier, but it isn’t loud; he isn't shouting or pointing his gun at you.

On the ground on the other side, Joel scrambles to his feet and looks up, eyes wide as he watches your face change. You motion with your hand for them to be quiet, before turning to look over your shoulder, facing the guy.

"Good evening, Samuel," you say, your voice full of a tone that was very different than the one you'd used with Joel. He hears the confidence, the sureness; you don't even sound remotely worried about getting caught.

"You seen any of this?" he asks, gesturing behind him, and you shrug nonchalantly.

"Sorry, I was just passing through, I didn't see shit," you lie, and Joel hears the soldier scoff.

"Now why don't I believe you, hm?"

Again, his tone doesn't sound angry or aggravated, but familiar, and Joel realizes with a start that you two know each other, and by the tone of your voice, rather well.

"Come on, you going to bust me, Sam?" you let out in a scoff, tone almost playful, but still quiet enough not to attract too much attention, "What on earth would you do if they hung me, hm?"

"Get out of here," comes the guy's voice, and he sounds like he's fighting a smile, "Don't let me catch you out here again, you understand?"

"I'll see you around," you say, and the guy actually manages a chuckle.

"Without a doubt,"

With that, you jump down, landing on the ground next to Joel, groaning slightly as you land. On the other side of the wall, the footsteps recede, his shouts mixing in with his fellow soldiers'.

Joel moves incredibly fast for his age, and in no time he's crowded you, pushing you up against the wall with a forearm against your neck.

"We don't work with rats," he warns, low, under his breath, but as he goes to press his arm down for maximum effect, he feels something poke him in the abdomen, right in the fleshy part of his stomach. It's sharp, not quite piercing his shirt, but enough to serve as a very real warning.

"Joel," Tess's voice comes in alarm as she undoubtedly spots the blade pressed against his abdomen.

"That's right," you say under your breath, and the look you give Joel is one of pure challenge, corner of your mouth pulled into an almost-smirk, "You move one more inch and this rat will gut you like a fish, old man,"

"Cut that out," Tess hisses, putting a hand on Joel's arm, "We barely got out of that. . . if you two fucking kill each other in the street we're going to have more problems,"

All of a sudden, you blink your eyes several times as you feel your head begin to spin, stumbling slightly to the side, taking a sharp breath in. Joel's arm pulls back slightly as his other hand comes up to rest flat again your waist, keeping you steady. It's almost a reflex, and he doesn't know why he does it, but something about the way the blood drained from your face just now isn't right.

"Woah, hey," he lets out in surprise, and he feels the sharp object's poke in his stomach lessen as your shoulders go slack against him, "Tess, she's passing out,"

"Jesus," Tess curses as Joel completely withdraws his arm from your neck, and she steps around to your other side, slinging your arm over her shoulder, "Hey, you can't fucking bleed out on us out here, you hear me? Come on, help me with her,"

"And do what? Where are we going to take her?" Joel asks, frowning because he has a nasty feeling he's not going to like the answer to his question, and Tess glares at him.

"In case you hadn't noticed, she just risked her neck for you to pull you up this wall and get that soldier off our back. . . if it had been you he'd found, something tells me he wouldn't have been so lenient," Tess reprimands him, and Joel is taken aback by how quickly she's coming to the defence of a strange girl they'd met barely 20 minutes ago.

Joel grits his teeth as he realizes Tess has a point, and after a second, he crouches slightly and slings your other arm over his shoulder. You're still conscious enough to make small steps, but your breaths are shallow as the two smugglers hurry through the darkened streets, taking you with them. They manage to get you to a building with relatively no hiccups along the way, but by the time they're pulling you over the doorstep of an apartment, your entire shirt is thoroughly soaked in blood. It's everywhere, hot and sticky, and your eyes barely stay open as they drop you in what feels like a dining chair.

"You have to pull it out," you hear Joel order as he rummage through a cupboard, and you don't even protest as you feel Tess' fingers close over the handle of the blade sticking out of your bicep.

"Wait," you mutter, eyes opening as your head straightens, "You c-can't just pull it out if you aren't going to stitch me up. . . I'll b-bleed to death,"

"Good thing I was planning on stitching you up, then," comes his deep voice, and you barely manage to focus your gaze on him as he crouches in front of you, eyes inspecting your face as you barely stay with it, "Tess, pull it out,"

"Alright, alright," she says, and you brace yourself as she grabs the handle and yanks.

Your scream is somewhat strangled, staying stuck in your throat as your eyes fly open in shock and pain, fingers gripping the side of the chair with white knuckles, a sharp gasp coming in through your lips. Then, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you lose consciousness, head lolling against your chest.

"Jesus, fuck," Tess curses, using one of her hands to support your neck.

"Help me get her shirt," Joel orders, and together they manage to pull your top over your head, exposing your arm to Joel. The wound is bleeding profusely, and he uses a spare strip of fabric to tie the top of your arm, in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding so he can clean and stitch you up. He's quick with it, having been almost entirely desensitised to this kind of gore in the years they'd spent travelling, with Tommy, and the stitches aren't even half bad, either. You're still covered in blood, so Tess tries her best to clean it up with a towel, before she disappears for a second to fetch a spare shirt. When they've finally managed to move you to the bed, Joel thinking to himself that he'll take the couch, you're passed out cold, a frown etched into your asleep face.

Ten minutes later, him and Tess are standing in the kitchen, and he peers from there into the darkened area of the room that serves as the bedroom.

"What the fuck are we doing here, Tess?" Joel asks her, gaze coming back to meet hers in a harsh, questioning gaze, and she lets out a sigh as she takes a drink from the alcohol in her glass.

"I don't have a clue, okay?" she admits angrily after swallowing it down, "We couldn't just leave her behind, Joel,"

"Why the hell not?" he hisses, putting down his glass with a harsh sound, "We have no idea who this girl is. . .who her enemies or allies are,"

"You're being so fucking dramatic," Tess says with an almost dismissive snort, shaking her head, "We saved her life, she won't rat us out to FEDRA,"

"You don't know that," Joel says pointedly, putting his hands on his hips and regarding her.

"So what, you want to smother her in her sleep?" Tess suggests sarcastically, "I thought we weren't doing that anymore, Joel,"

His silence is angry as he regards her, jaw clenching before a frustrated breath leaves him, his fingers grasping for his glass.

"I'm going," Tess declares, putting down her glass, "I have a place to crash not far from here,"

"What?" Joel chokes out, "You want me to babysit?"

"Not babysit," Tess lets out in an irritated tone, before grabbing her coat from the back of the chair, "If we're lucky, she'll wake up tomorrow and be out of your hair by the morning,"

"If we're lucky," Joel mutters, "If we're unlucky, she'll either die of infection, or smother me in my sleep and steal all our shit,"

"I'm sure you'll manage," Tess says, her tone almost final, and Joel feels the irritation boil deep inside him as she pulls her coat on. "I'll see you in the morning. . . and she better still be alive when I get here, Joel,"

The last thing Joel hears is the soft slam of the door as Tess leaves, and when she's gone, he down his drink, head turning to look once more into the bedroom. If Joel strains his ears, he can hear you snoring softly, the light from the kitchen providing enough visibility for Joel to watch the consistent rise and fall of your chest under Tess' shirt.

At least you weren't dying. . . yet.

Joel eventually goes to bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible on the couch. It isn't a bad couch, per se, but Joel's back does not agree with using it as a bed. It takes another hour for him to fully drift off to sleep, the consistent sound of your deep, raspy breaths eventually drawing him into the darkness.

When Joel next opens his eyes, it's barely light outside, and you're gone.

The beginning sounds of a waking QZ filter through the poorly insulated windows as he steps into the kitchen, eyes falling on the pockets of his coat hanging off the chair, which have been completely turned out of his ration cards.

"Little fucking thief," he curses, but when he goes to grab the coat, his eyes fall on his wrist, his mind only just realizing the absence of a familiar weight as he finds his watch is missing, too.

On the table, you've left a hurriedly scribbled few words on the back of the open map, having folded the corner up so that it was visible.

I owe you. Sorry about stealing your shit.

"I've been running hot, you got me ticking now don't blow my top"

#finally able to post this #pls don't let this completely suck omfg #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #the last of us #tess servopoulos #joel miller hbo #tlou hbo

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naughtyneganjdm · 1 year

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Mine - Chapter 5

Summary: Joel goes to an event in town with Y/N and gets jealous of how easily Negan seems to make Y/N happy. In the name of making Y/N happy, Negan attempts to build a friendship with Joel.

Characters: Joel Miller (TLOU), Negan (TWD), the reader (OC, third person), Ellie Williams (TLOU), Tommy Miller (TLOU), Maria Miller (TLOU), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45115177/chapters/114385825

Warnings: Swearing, angst, etc.

Notes: Nothing too extensive this chapter, thank you to those that have supported this story! Gif Credits: @manny-jacinto & @jdmorganz

“Everything is going to be okay,” Y/N coached Joel as they walked to the bar in town seeing that his eyes were staring down at the ground. The last thing that Joel wanted to do was be a very social person. They were having a small celebration there and Tommy had asked them to come. After work, Joel just preferred to come home and relax. It helped him unwind and he liked being comfortable in his own home. Being in a group of people never really appealed to him and Y/N could see that he was trying to talk himself down. Reaching out her hand, she slid hers into Joel’s and felt him tense against her touch. Turning his head, Joel looked down and grasped her fingers in his. “We’ve got this.”

With a nod, Joel swallowed down hard and kept up with her while they walked. It had been a few weeks since he had promised her that he was going to do his best to be better. He was trying. He still had his moments where he would go back to his old ways, but she had to give him credit for the things that he did do. At least now she knew that Joel was taking a conscious effort to do things to make her feel like they were in an actual relationship together. And she appreciated that.

When they entered the bar, the loudness of the bar immediately made Joel cringe and his eyes sought out his brother. Joel was antisocial and she assumed that he was that way long before the world fell to shit. Joel’s grasp on her hand was strong as he led her through the bar when he spotted Tommy in the corner with Maria and others. Joel was on a mission to avoid the people in the town and he was making sure to do so.

Tommy specifically had a table for his group so Joel didn’t have to suffer much from things. For Y/N, it was more so trying to fit in with Joel and his family so that way she could make Joel comfortable. Usually she would be more social at things like this, but with Joel gripping onto her hand like he would never let go, there wasn’t many places that she could go.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” a voice boomed between the two of them, an arm hooking around both Y/N and Joel’s shoulders to pull them in close. The motion made Y/N laugh, but Joel grumbled when it was Negan that was hugging the both of them. “My favorite couple in this whole damn town.”

“I take offense to that,” Maria joked watching Negan’s face wrinkle up and he stuck his tongue out at her making her laugh along with Tommy.

“It’s so good to see the both of you,” Negan stammered, turning to press a kiss against Joel’s temple who let out an overwhelmed sound with how touchy-feely Negan actually was. When he was done, Negan did the same to Y/N before giving them both one big, final squeeze. Deep down, Y/N knew that Negan likely did that with Joel because he was just screwing with Joel knowing the kind of person that Joel was. Personal space was not something that Negan knew about and he did like making people feel uncomfortable at times. “I was hoping I would see the two of you tonight.”

“You’re drunk as a skunk, aren’t you?” Joel eyed over Negan, watching Negan pull up a seat to be close to both Joel and Y/N. Joel reached up to rub at his head where Negan had kissed making Negan snicker. Negan had clearly been there a while as he was rather sweaty and his smile expanded over his amused features.

“I am not actually. I haven’t had a drink since I was injured. With the pain medication, that’s not a great idea,” Negan informed Joel with a bob of his head, dragging his tongue out over his bottom lip. “I’m trying not to take as much of the pain pills right now, but they are still in my system. Ellie actually lectured me about it the other day. I guess she found a guy that killed himself with pills and alcohol. She thought I was doing the same. I promised her I would never do that shit. You’ve got a good kid there Joel.”

“Yeah, I do,” Joel agreed, his southern drawl thick when he looked between Y/N and Negan. “You spend a lot of time with Ellie?”

“Ellie and Morgan are close so she’s over a lot. Plus, we share a common interest in video games and comics. We have a similar wicked sense of humor,” Negan explained getting more comfortable in the seat that he was in knowing that he had both Y/N and Joel’s full attention.

“Why am I not surprised to hear that you like that kind of stuff?” Joel huffed making Negan’s eyebrows bounce up followed by an amused rumble of a laugh falling from Negan’s throat. “I guess I’m glad that Ellie has someone to talk to those things about. She’s passionate about it and I reckon it helps her feel more accepted in a place like this.”

“We all know I’m a big kid at heart,” Negan acknowledged, looking over at Y/N who nodded and he reached out to squeeze over her shoulder. After that final kiss, the two of them went back to normal. Well, as normal as things could be really. Neither one of them acknowledged the kisses that they shared. At this point, they really were living like those moments were just dreams that they had.

“I think that’s why the kids here love you so much,” Tommy spoke up making Negan bob his head once. “You do have a way with kids Negan, I give you that.”

“I’m still surprised that Maria here made you a teacher at the school. After having you as their teacher I feel like the kids are going to come home swearing like sailors,” Joel commented on Negan’s mouth. Negan was known for swearing, a lot. And anyone who knew him knew that his favorite word was often fuck so to hear that Negan was a teacher that was working with kids surprised the hell out of Joel. Maria was stern about things, so making Negan a teacher didn’t seem like a move that she would usually go for.

“I’ve actually heard good things about Negan so far. It’s brand new, so things could change, but everyone seems to like him,” Maria claimed making Joel huff something underneath his breath before smirking. “I think we’re all getting used the swearing here between Negan and Ellie. They both have mouths on them we weren’t quite used to, but after over a year it doesn’t surprise people as much.”

“Plus, I’m only there two days a week. Maria split me up and it’s been nice. Two days there, two days at the dining hall and two days with the library. Which of course you know,” Negan rambled on, waving his hand in the air while he spoke. If there was one thing that Negan was, it was animated. Since Negan wanted help putting together the library, he asked Maria to let him have Y/N working with him on those two days and she agreed. It was a gradual start for them, especially since they were both still injured, but it was nice being able to still work together. Y/N had other odds and ends she did on the other days, but she liked the new experience working with the books and Negan. “I like it so much more than working at the powerplant.”

“Well we certainly do miss you there,” Tommy spoke up loud enough so Negan could hear him across the table. Negan smiled brightly and got up from the seat he was in to walk around the table, wrapping Tommy up in a big bear hug from behind that made Tommy groan out, but laugh out. It made Joel looked down and he swallowed down hard. It seemed like everyone in this town loved Negan, including his own brother. “Who else is going to help save lives there? You were one of the hardest workers that we had.”

“I miss you too pretty boy…and all this glorious hair,” Negan played with Tommy’s hair making Tommy eagerly push Negan away with a snort.

“Are we sure he’s not drunk?” Joel leaned across to Y/N who smirked and reached for Joel’s hand again to give it a firm squeeze.

“That’s just Negan. You get used to it,” she reached up to brush her fingers through Joel’s hair before Negan moved around the table to return to his seat that was by the both of them.

“Speaking of, how are the both of you feeling?” one of the members of the town that was sitting at the table with them asked. Negan pointed to Y/N wanting her to go first and she felt like she was on the spot.

“The wrist is still a little sore, but not too bad,” she explained knowing that she still wore the wrap some days because of the ache that was there. “I can’t complain really. I’m alive because of Negan. That’s all that matters.”

“Oh hush, your pain matters,” Negan silenced her with a frown, shaking his head when he noticed she was downplaying her injury. “I hate that people act like I’m some kind of hero for doing something that everyone would have done given the chance.”

“We’ve already talked about this,” she reminded Negan knowing that people wouldn’t have done what he did. “Enough about me, what about you?”

“Well, just know that we’re all happy that you’re still here Y/N,” Negan gave Y/N a wink before reaching to place his hand in over his ribs. “The ribs still hurt. I’m definitely overdoing it sometimes. Both with the arm and the ribs. The sling was just driving me crazy.”

“If you don’t let yourself heal, it will only be worse,” Maria suggested from across the table making Negan bob his head about. “You should listen to the doctor.”

“I know, but trust me, I’ve been through so much worse,” Negan stammered and it made Y/N’s eyes fall to the faded scar that was over Negan’s neck that he had told her about. There was no doubt that she was the only person in town that knew that was there, but she could definitely understand how Negan may think that was worse. “A few broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder seem like nothing in the long term.”

“I still feel so bad that it happened,” Tommy confessed with a frown and Joel knew that it was true. Tommy talked about it quite often and there was definitely a clear sense of guilt from all of it. “I should have listened to you.”

“It’s in the past, it’s no big deal,” Negan waved his hand about showing that he didn’t want to focus on the accident. “We are alive and that is what matters the most at the end of the day. Enough about us though, what about you? How are things with the baby?”

“Great,” Tommy offered up a big smile hearing Maria laugh beside him and he lowered down in his seat. “It’s a bit tiring if I’m going to be honest. I love being a father. I really do. But having a baby is so damn hard. You finally get them to rest and it feels like when you get relaxed enough to do something, they start up again.”

“We are doing our best though,” Maria added to the conversation making Tommy nod. “We’re blessed to have the baby and I can’t stress how thankful we are to be parents.”

“There are some things I definitely noticed about being a parent though. Did you ever notice that when you are about to have a child people always tell you how great is going to be for you, but when you finally have the baby, they tell you how it’s like hell on Earth?” Tommy was so blatant in his comment that it made all of them laugh. “I’m just saying, no one warns you how hard things are going to be until you have had the baby.”

“It’s the hardest job in the world,” Negan replied making Joel’s eyebrows furrow and he gazed over at Negan with a tip of his head. “Plus, you never get personal time to yourself. And I’m sure the two of you are looking to have a date night at some point.”

“Yeah, sex is a big no go,” Tommy stated with a grunt when Maria smacked at the center of his chest firmly. “I’m just saying, as soon as you have a child, that’s never happening.”

“Everyone doesn’t need to hear that though,” Maria chuckled at how open Tommy had just been with the others.

“I envy Joel and Y/N sometimes. They have Ellie to deal with and she pretty much takes care of herself,” Tommy pointed out with a tip of his head making Joel roll his eyes and shake his head. “All the time in the world to have sex…”

“Tommy,” Joel snapped from across the table making Tommy snicker before leaning back in his chair. “We don’t need to hear about my sex life.”

“It’s okay to have a healthy relationship, Joel. I think that’s all your brother is trying to say,” Negan spoke finding himself amused that Joel’s face flushed over with red.

“Oh, well then what about you Negan? Do you have lots of sex?” Joel turned toward Y/N’s friend making Negan smirk before letting out a rumble of an entertained sound. The table went quiet when Negan shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure, I’ve had loads of sex with my right and left hand,” Negan held his hands up making Maria roll her eyes and shake her head. “Sorry buddy, I don’t have any good sex stories for you. I’ll be honest and tell you that I haven’t had sex in over five years.”

“Bullshit,” Joel accused Negan of lying and Negan shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip.

“I wish I was shitting you,” Negan reached out to pat Joel on the shoulder making Joel tense up. “So if anyone is going to be giving us stories, it’s going to be you. So if you feel the need to talk about sex, we’re all ears.”

“Stop,” Y/N swatted at Negan’s chest making Negan shrug his shoulders as if he was waiting for Joel. There was a lump at the center of Joel’s throat that he swallowed down before shaking his head. Reaching for Negan’s arm, Y/N pulled Negan up from the chair he was in making Negan laugh out loud. “We’re going to go look at the arcade game. Please ignore this goof. I’ll be back baby.”

“Sure thing,” Joel offered up a half-smile when Y/N bent down to press a quick kiss over Joel’s lips. It made him still uncomfortable doing it in public, but he accepted the kiss. Watching her walk away with Negan, Joel could see the two of them playfully swatting at each other’s hands. Their laughter was still heard while she took Negan over toward the game in the corner.

“I’m glad to see you’re taking that whole relationship thing seriously now,” Tommy leaned across the table making Joel’s dark eyes look back at him. “Since the day we talked it seems like things have been different between the two of you.”

“I’m trying,” Joel responded with a loud swallow hating that he was becoming the topic of discussion.

“I’ll be right back gentleman,” Maria excused herself, getting up from the table. After she did, Tommy got up from where he was sitting to move in beside Joel, sliding close enough so it was just the two of them that could talk.

“I had a talk with both you and Ellie that day. You both said some things that made me think and I’ve been trying to be what she needs,” Joel informed his brother, looking back over his shoulder to see her and Negan playing the game together. Seeing her smiling made Joel smirk and he sighed. “She smiles more now. That’s all that matters to me.”

“So you do love her?” Tommy questioned making Joel sigh and lower down in the chair that he was in. It was strange how fast that word could shut Joel down. He knew that Y/N loved him and he didn’t hate her telling him that she loved him, but as soon as it came to love from him, he hated the term. “I mean, it’s obvious that she makes you happy.”

“I don’t want to use that word,” Joel responded making his brother roll his eyes and groan. “It’s nothing against her, I just think using that word makes things more complicated than they have to be. When you love someone, it gives the world the chance to rip your heart out and stomp on it. I’ve had that so much in my life that I just can’t do it again little brother.”

“I know that Joel, but regardless, you would have your heart ripped out if she died Joel,” Tommy insisted with a shake of his head. “Saying I love you doesn’t change that.”

“I don’t know if I’m capable of love. A lot of what I’m doing feels forced, but I know it’s right for her,” Joel maintained with a loud sigh. Rubbing his palms in over his thighs Joel knew that he hated opening up about his relationship, but he was trying. “I want her in my life and I can’t imagine not having her in it.”

“That’s love,” Tommy declared making Joel shift uneasily again. “I understand being scared, but it’s the idea of death that should make you live in the here and now. We know that we’re all going to die. We just don’t know when. That’s what should make you want to live now Joel. Because we know we’re going to die, that’s what should encourage you to accomplish what you can now big brother. Love, emotions, relationships…you want to have something where you can leave a piece of yourself behind. You have me and Ellie, but it doesn’t hurt to open yourself up to another person Joel.”

“I’m trying,” Joel frowned, dragging his hand down over the side of his face. “When did you become this good with your words?”

“Marrying Maria has opened me up to a lot of different things,” Tommy insisted, his attention being pulled when he heard Negan and Y/N laughing together from where they were seated. “Like those two. They are incredibly close. I’m surprised you’re so…okay with it.”

“She’s allowed to have friends. I can’t even tell her I love her, who would I be if I told her who she could and could not be friends with?” Joel responded making Tommy’s face twist in contemplation before he nodded. “I think it’s good she has him in her life, but I am…jealous of him.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear you say that,” Tommy muttered, shaking his head while he watched Negan and Y/N nudging each other with their hips while trying to distract the other one from playing the game that they were. “I like Negan, but if you weren’t jealous of him, I’d be worried about you.”

“He just makes her smile and laugh so easily,” Joel recognized with an ache at the center of his chest seeing the way that Y/N laughed when she was with Negan. Joel never got that kind of response out of her.

“Well, the man is funny,” Tommy pointed out making Joel huff. “You two have similar backgrounds and you’re a lot alike, but he’s…well, he’s got a sense of humor.”

“Are you saying I don’t have a sense of humor?” Joel turned his head to glare out at Tommy who immediately swallowed down hard.

“I mean, you can be funny…sometimes,” Tommy watched Joel smirk before rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“I was just screwing with you little brother,” Joel reached out to pat Tommy on the knee making Tommy let out a long, shallow breath. “You have to stop worrying about offending me as much as you do. I’m your brother. I can handle anything you have to say about me.”

“Well…” Tommy swallowed down hard watching Negan and Y/N together. After their game, Negan turned to Y/N and reached for her hand. Tipping his head to the side, he noticed that they were deep in conversation when the song changed on the jukebox. It pulled Negan’s attention to the dancefloor where people were dancing and he nodded toward it. Negan pulled her toward the dancefloor part of the bar and spun her once making her laugh when she fell into his chest before they started dancing together. “That should be you doing that with her.”

“I don’t dance,” Joel protested, watching Y/N with Negan while they danced together. It wasn’t a romantic song or anything of the sorts. They were just having fun being silly. “I don’t like having the attention on me like that.”

“You know, you could probably learn a thing or two from Negan,” Tommy suggested making his brother let out an overwhelmed sound. “I don’t mean be exactly like him, he just gets people to like him really easily. I think he could help you learn to relax and put your guard down.”

Joel felt a lump developing in his throat when the song changed and it was suddenly a slow song that brought Y/N and Negan closer together. It made Joel lean forward in his chair and he rubbed at the back of his neck knowing that he was stressed about the outcome of their dancing. The jealousy that he started to feel was flaring up when he looked between Y/N and Negan to his brother.

“I’ll be back,” Joel announced and Tommy smile brightly.

“That’s my boy,” Tommy pat his brother on the back when Joel got up and carefully moved through the group of people that were on the dance floor toward Y/N and Negan.

“You mind if I cut in?” Joel spoke up loud enough for the two of them to hear and it drew Y/N’s surprised eyes to him.

“You want to dance?” she seemed astonished when Joel swallowed down hard and nodded. “Really?”

“No problem,” Negan stepped back and away from Y/N holding his hand up for Joel to move in closer to her to do so. “Be my guest boss. I need to get something to drink anyways.”

Negan stepped aside without question and Joel moved forward to reach for Y/N’s hand before curling his arm loosely around her waist to pull her carefully in against him. There was shock in Y/N’s eyes that Joel asked her to dance while she draped her arm over his shoulder.

“Bear with me because I’ve never been very good with this,” Joel explained knowing that this was against everything that he was, but he was taking Tommy’s advice trying to be a bit more like Negan in the name of making her happier. Y/N seemed elated that he was just trying while her eyes were hooked on his. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

“I don’t care. I’m just glad you decided to do this,” she responded knowing that Joel was uneasy while he moved, but he was doing his best not to stand out like a sore thumb. At that moment, she didn’t care if they looked horrible on the dancefloor. In her eyes, she was able to cancel everyone else out in order to enjoy the moment with Joel. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing when she gave him a smirk.

“For doing this for me,” she whispered, adjusting her arm to set it at his side when her head lowered against the center of his broad chest. This was completely against everything that Joel was and the fact he took this step really impressed her. At first, he thought she would have been upset that he broke up her dance with Negan, but he noticed that this seemed to mean so much to her.

He didn’t need to say anything in response. He just lowered his head and rest his chin over the top of her head in order to keep her close to him. Taking a look around the bar, he saw that most of the people there were so lost in themselves that they didn’t even notice the two of them together. It made him think of how Ellie told him it was just natural for things to be like this and maybe she was right. Showing some kind of affection in public wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

When the song ended and something more upbeat started to play, Joel found himself thankful when Maria came over and asked to steal Y/N away from him for a few to show her something back at the house. Maria assured Joel that they would be coming back, so Joel went over to the bar to get himself something to drink so he could avoid having to be social.

“Hey,” a voice made Joel jump when someone quickly moved in beside him when he was taking a drink of his whiskey. Looking beside him, Joel saw Negan’s hazel eyes hooked on his and Joel let out an extended exhale. “Do you think we could talk?”

“Go for it,” Joel shrugged his shoulders when Negan took a seat beside him at the bar. It amused Joel hearing Negan getting himself a ginger ale considering where they were.

“I guess this is a bit fucking forward and I apologize for that, but I get the hint you don’t like me too much,” Negan confessed making Joel swallow down hard, the lines in his forehead growing when he lowered the drink down to the top of the bar. “It’s okay, I know that I’m probably a lot to take for some fucking people.”

“You’re just loud,” Joel explained making Negan smirk when Joel tried to be as polite as he could in response to that. “I’m obviously not. So you shouldn’t worry. Most of the town here probably thinks I’m a scary, raging asshole.”

“Scary yes, but I’m not sure they think you’re an asshole. Most people look up to you and think you’re something special Joel,” Negan informed Joel with a long sigh, stroking his large palm over the top of the bar. “The reason I want to talk to you is because of Y/N.”

“Oh?” Joel gave Negan his full attention, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. “What about?”

“She’s my best friend and obviously she means a lot to me,” Negan stated with a bob of his head, his words coming to a halt when he thought about that statement. Even though they both avoided the whole kisses that happened between them, that was why Negan was doing this. “Which is why I think the two of us should be friends. You are everything to her and I would like to be friends with my best friend’s significant other.”

“You want to be friends?” Joel almost seemed amused making Negan’s face scrunch up and Joel raised his hand to try to avoid offending Negan. “I’m not making fun of you. I swear.”

“I know we’re very different, but I just know that we both have something in common and that’s how much we care for Y/N. And I really like Ellie too,” Negan sighed, keeping his stare locked with Joel’s. Even though Joel was making him uncomfortable, he didn’t want to show that. Being friends with Joel meant that his intentions would be absolutely pure between both Joel and Y/N. “I think we would have a lot in common if we gave a friendship a try.”

Joel lowered his head taking his time to think things out. For the most part, Joel just liked sticking to himself and doing what he had to do in town, but he knew that Negan was making this effort for Y/N, “You like video games, right?”

“I do,” Negan nodded, his eyebrow arching with a tip of his head when Joel looked to him. “You play them?”

“No, not at all, but Ellie and I have a day alone tomorrow because Y/N is working. If you want to come over to Ellie’s place in my backyard and spend some time with the two of us to play some games or something, I’m willing to try,” Joel offered making a smirk tug at Negan’s lips. “I don’t know what your schedule is…”

“That’s my one day off, so I’m in,” Negan gave a bob of his head making Joel huff when he shifted on the seat.

“It’s under one condition right now though,” Joel spoke up quiet, looking over his shoulder to make sure that no one was around them.

“Okay?” Negan seemed to be waiting for the ‘but’ in the situation wondering where it was going.

“You don’t tell Y/N about it. It’s not that I don’t want her knowing that we are trying to start a friendship. We can do the whole video game thing for a while, but I actually want you to come over for something else. Something much more personal,” Joel declared making Negan let out a hesitant laugh. Negan’s eyebrow arched and Joel felt his face get hot rather quickly knowing that Negan’s mind went south with his comment. “No! It’s not like that! Listen, I’m just hoping that maybe you can give me some tips on how to be more like you.”

“Oh,” Negan snorted shaking his head when he mistook what Joel was attempting to suggest between the two of them. “What do you mean exactly? You’re Joel.”

“And you’re Negan and everyone seems to like you,” Joel pointed out, circling his finger around in the air. “I don’t know, maybe you can give me some tips on how to be better in my relationship with Y/N as well as be more…welcoming with the people here. I don’t want people to know that I’m asking for this help, so…”

“You’re secret is fucking safe with me,” Negan placed his hand in over the center of his chest and he could tell that Joel was embarrassed to begin with to even ask him. “We can talk about things, but I think Y/N loves you the way you are.”

“Of course she does, but I think we both know there are some things that I could be doing better,” Joel noted since he was well aware that Y/N talked to Negan about their relationship. “The truth is…I’m jealous of you Negan.”

“Jealous of me?” Negan seemed flabbergasted that it was even a thought in Joel’s mind. “You’re like the fucking hero around here Joel. Everyone is scared of you, but they fucking admire the hell out of you. You’re the one they look to when we need help around town. I’m just some random asshole living here.”

“But you make Y/N smile and people like you. I need to be better with people,” Joel noted hating that he had to ask Negan for help in this situation, but he was desperate to make things better for Y/N. “I need to work on being the person that Y/N needs and you know her best. She really admires you and I know she does.”

“Okay, you have a deal boss,” Negan extended his hand out making Joel look down at it before accepting his hand to shake it. “We’ll have a play date tomorrow. Ten sound okay?”

“Sure,” Joel shrugged his shoulders clearing his throat when he felt a pair of arms loosely wrapping around his shoulders, surprising him. Looking back, he saw that it was Y/N that had obviously returned and he looked to Negan who immediately nodded his head toward Y/N’s arms. Lifting his hands up, Joel knew what Negan was suggesting when Joel loosely grabbed a hold of her arms to squeeze softly at them.

“Did you miss me?” Y/N asked, pressing a quick kiss over Joel’s cheek.

“I always miss you,” Joel muttered making Negan give him a hidden thumbs up before reaching for the ginger ale that he had gotten for himself to drink it down.

“What are the two of you doing?” Y/N reached out to place her hand in over Negan’s shoulder to give it a firm squeeze.

“Just talking about you and what an awful dancer you are,” Negan turned on the seat he was on making Y/N feign being offended. Reaching out, she faintly hit him in the center of his chest making Negan chuckle at her response, but she was laughing too so she obviously knew it was a joke. “Nah, we were just getting a drink together. I think we’ve both had enough of the crowds. I’m tired and I’m going to go home.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Y/N moved forward when Negan got up to give him a quick hug. Negan gave her a wink before reaching out to pat Joel on the shoulder. Joel appreciated that Negan could keep a secret, he just didn’t know how Y/N would react to him asking Negan for help in trying to be better for Y/N. So he was hopeful that Negan would be able to in fact keep his mouth shut about things.

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“Why are you pacing so much?” Ellie questioned from where she was seated on her beanbag chair at the corner of her room. Joel seemed to be uncomfortable while they waited for Negan to show up. “You’re acting like you’re going on a date or something.”

“I’m not used to these social interactions,” Joel explained making Ellie snicker from where she was seated. “Plus, Y/N doesn’t know about this. I asked Negan over here to help me learn to be more…social.”

“Why can’t Y/N know about that?” Ellie tipped her head to the side with a genuine sense of curiosity flooding her young features.

“Because I asked him to help me be a better partner for Y/N,” Joel was honest with Ellie knowing that he often was about…most things. “Negan makes her laugh, a lot. He makes her happy and we know I could use some help.”

“I mean I could tell you what to do. You don’t need Negan for that. First of all, you’re her boyfriend, not partner. You tell her you love her. You show affection without having to be told,” Ellie blurt out making Joel huff out loud and she threw her hands up in the air. “It’s that easy Joel.”

“Yeah, but he makes her happy just being him and he’s not her…boyfriend,” Joel grumbled saying that word and it made Ellie roll her eyes dramatically. “You know I’m complicated Ellie.”

“No shit,” Ellie huffed out loud making Joel roll his eyes before a knock at the door was heard. Joel stood in place, his arms falling at his sides when he let out a long, frustrated breath. “Open the damn door.”

Joel shot a glare back at Ellie before heading over to the door to pull it open. When he did, he felt his heart stop seeing that Negan was standing before him with a little girl in his arms. Seeing her made Joel take a step back, his heart skipping a beat when he felt an ache at the center of his chest. With her extensively bushy curls and her tawny colored skin, Joel couldn’t help but see Sarah when she was younger in the little girl that was in Negan’s arms. The biggest difference was that the little girl’s eyes were a shade of hazel and she had rather large dimples while she stared out at Joel. With a shy expression she turned her head away from Joel and buried her head against the side of Negan’s neck making him snicker.

“Why are you shy all of a sudden?” Negan laughed, his right arm reaching around to caress over the center of the little girl’s back. Bouncing her a bit made the little girl pull her head back to stare out at Negan who gave her a big cheesy smile. In return it made the little girl smile and Joel felt like the room was spinning around him. There was so much of Sarah that he saw in the little girl when Negan leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead. “Can you say hello? This is Joel.”

“Hello Joel,” the little girl whispered quietly making Joel’s throat go dry. Instead of responding, Joel just held onto the doorknob and before he could even make sense of what was happening Ellie was pushing him aside.

“Come on in guys,” Ellie made room for Negan to walk into her garage apartment. “I set up my other beanbag chair and two chairs for the four of us to play some games if you want.”

“Ellie,” the little girl wiggled in Negan’s arms eagerly to get out of them before running out to Ellie who lowered down to her knees to give the little girl a big hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too,” Ellie gave a big smile when she pulled back to look at the little girl. “How have you been?”

“Good,” the little girl whispered seeming to rock back and forth on her feet.

“In a few minutes she will be bouncing off the walls. She’s just being shy because you’re new,” Negan explained, stepping in beside Joel watching the two girls talking together and he had a grin on his face. When Negan looked to Joel, he could see that Joel seemed lost. “What’s wrong?”

“When you said playdate, I didn’t think you would be grabbing a random little girl from the community,” Joel pointed out making Negan’s nose wrinkle and he immediately chuckled hearing that response from Joel.

“This is Morgan you idiot,” Ellie caught Joel’s attention and it made his stomach sink when he realized that from all the discussions that they had that Morgan was an actual child. “Morgan, Negan’s daughter. Negan’s five-year-old daughter.”

“I’m almost six,” Morgan looked back at Joel in attempts to correct Ellie on her age making a weak smile tug at Joel’s lips.

“Well, not almost baby girl,” Negan reminded his daughter making Morgan pout when he reminded her that her birthday wasn’t entirely too close. “We’ve got quite a few months before you turn six.”

“But I’m almost six,” her young voice firmly stated making Negan laugh and he bobbed his head in agreeance.

“Yes, you’re almost six,” Negan folded his arms out in front of his chest when Morgan took a few steps in closer to Joel. With her big hazel eyes she stared up at him and it made Joel look between her and Negan before his focus was solely on her. There was no doubt that this was Negan’s daughter. She had his eyes and his dimples. How he didn’t pick up on that immediately made him feel ridiculously stupid.

��It’s nice to meet you,” Morgan extended her tiny hand out to Joel’s and Joel slowly lowered down to his knee so he could be at the same height when he accepted her hand for a shake. “Ellie says you’re a hero like the ones in the comics. Do you have any powers?”

“Well,” Joel looked to Ellie who gave Joel a nod as if to try to make him have a conversation with the little girl. Hearing that Ellie thought he was a hero surprised him. Especially after all they had been through. “I don’t have superpowers, but I’m pretty strong.”

“Like daddy?” Morgan inquired looking to Negan who was looking down at the little girl in awe. “He’s my hero.”

“He should be,” Joel stammered, finally releasing Morgan’s small hand and he knew that he was staring at her, but he couldn’t help himself. It was making him feel so many emotions seeing Morgan because she looked so much like Sarah did when she was younger.

“Hey Morgan, come check out this beanbag chair,” Ellie moved forward to reach for Morgan to motion her to sit down. “I’ll be right back, okay? Look at this really cool action figure that I found in town. It goes to that comic we look at together!”

Getting up from the ground, she stepped before Joel and Negan seeing that Joel’s face had gone pale, “What’s going on with you Joel?”

“Negan, I’m sorry,” Joel apologized feeling his words coming out in a stutter when he thought about the last year. “I genuinely didn’t know that Morgan was your daughter. I thought…I thought she was your significant other. You never mentioned a daughter, I just…”

“You thought Morgan was his girlfriend?” Ellie blurt out in embarrassment after Negan let out a tiny, half-amused laugh that was raspy. “Now that explains why some of the shit you said was so dumb in regard to Morgan. I often wondered why some of the stuff you said was so stupid.”

“Ellie,” Joel called out feeling incredibly out of place and awkward. When he gazed over at Morgan again, he could feel his head racing when flashbacks of his youth with Sarah flooded his memory. “I just didn’t realize. I’m so sorry.”

“I mean, I’m fairly certain I referred to her as my daughter or at least my little girl,” Negan pointed out making Ellie push into the center of Joel’s chest to get him to step back. “I don’t think I’ve ever talked about her like she was my…girlfriend or wife.”

“Joel is a little self-absorbed,” Ellie clarified making Joel growl out. His brow line creased, but Ellie could see that Negan was more so amused than offended. “Sometimes he’s so focused on other things that he doesn’t notice things about himself.”

“It’s okay, I don’t think he’s the only one,” Negan informed Ellie with an arch of his right eyebrow. “I picked up on things a little while ago with Y/N who also I think seems to think that Morgan is my significant other. Joel’s response just confirms that for me.”

“What?” Ellie snapped making Negan nod his head with an amused smirk pressing in over his rugged features. “How can she think that when she is supposed to be your best friend? Why haven’t you told her?”

“Well, until now I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but also…I don’t know. I just was waiting to see how long it took for her to pick up on things. I think I’ve stressed quite a bit that Morgan is my daughter and I find it amusing when people don’t realize it,” Negan maintained making Ellie groan out and drag her hand down in over the front of her face.

“And by other people you mean Joel and Y/N because everyone else in the damn city knows she’s your child,” Ellie hit Joel’s chest with the back of her hand making Joel huff. “I have to worry about the both of you sometimes.”

“Daddy?” Morgan called out and almost instinctively, both Joel and Negan looked over at Morgan. Negan moved across the room and it made Joel tense up immediately when he saw Negan kneel down to whisper something to Morgan. They both smiled before Negan leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead again.

“I need some air,” Joel announced, moving toward the door hearing the surprised sound that Ellie made. Rushing outside, Joel reached up to place his hand over the center of his chest again. Everything felt numb and it was spinning. His breathing was elevated and he knew that he was having a panic attack again. Heading over toward the steps at the back of the house, Joel took a seat down on top of it and closed his eyes tightly. He was trying to balance his mind and control his pacing thoughts. This was the last thing he wanted to be having right now. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he assumed that it was Ellie coming to check on him and he sighed. “I just need a minute.”

“Everything okay?” Negan’s deep, raspy voice questioned when Joel heard the sounds of Negan moving in beside Joel to sit on the step with him. Joel took a moment to gather himself before he lifted his head and looked over at Negan. “You seem really upset.”

“Uhm, your daughter…” Joel felt his throat getting tense and his chest ached knowing that he needed to be honest with Negan. “I had a daughter before all of this happened. The day it started, I lost her. Her name was Sarah and when she was little, she looked so much like your Morgan. It just…knocked me off my feet a bit seeing Morgan.”

“Damn,” Negan swallowed down hard, his jaw flexing when he thought about what Joel was telling him. “Y/N mentioned you had a daughter before, but I never pushed to find out what happened.”

“I don’t talk about her a lot,” Joel felt his eyes tearing over and he tried to force himself to be more open with Negan since that was the whole point of today. “It just hurts so damn much to talk about her. This watch I wear…she gave it to me for my birthday. I got it about three hours before she died. I know people have noticed it’s broken, but I haven’t had it in me to take it off. I probably never will.”

“And you never should,” Negan responded looking to the watch that was on Joel’s wrist. Multiple times he had noticed it, but again that wasn’t his place to ask about it and he knew it likely had a special meaning. “I’m sorry that me bringing Morgan may have brought up some trauma for you. That was not my intentions.”

“Don’t apologize, please,” Joel waved his hand about knowing that he didn’t want to make Negan feel guilty for bringing his daughter with him somewhere. “So uh…what happened to her mother?”

“Oh, well…I guess you want us to both get sad, huh?” Negan half smirked making Joel’s face scrunch up in response when Negan braced his elbows on his knees and lowered down. “Her mother passed away giving birth to her.”

“Knowing that makes me feel so much worse that I assumed that Morgan was your significant other and not your daughter,” Joel cussed to himself seeing that Negan’s Adam’s apple was bouncing in this throat showing that he still got emotional himself talking about things. “What was her mother’s name?”

“Annie,” Negan answered with a grumble, tapping his feet against the stair they were on before letting out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry you lost Annie,” Joel stammered knowing that he wasn’t great at these conversations and it most likely showed.

“Well, I’m sorry you lost Sarah. I can’t imagine losing a child,” Negan frowned, reaching up to stroke his fingers at the back of his neck. “In a way, I can see why you are the way you are with things. They make sense.”

“I think you probably understand,” Joel reasoned with Negan thinking about how they had both lost someone. “It makes it hard for you to love again when you’ve lost so much. My first wife was a bomb of a relationship. She was Sarah’s mom. Then I lost Sarah and after that I lost a woman that I had been with for sixteen years. It just made me, cold to things,” Joel thought things out in his mind knowing that he could see from the corner of his eye that Negan was watching him closely, “have you tried getting with someone since Annie passed?”

“No, but I feel like I’m bad luck,” Negan responded, clearing his throat. “I lost my first wife to cancer. Well, she had cancer and then she ended up killing herself when I was trying to find the medicine that I thought would help save her because she knew that I couldn’t handle it. After that, I had a really shitty run of luck with my life. Found Annie and then I lost her after she gave birth to Morgan. So I don’t want to be the reason that someone else I care about dies.”

“Here I am asking you to help me with Y/N and you have the same exact problem that I do,” Joel pointed out making Negan crack a smile before shrugging his shoulders. “I would love to tell you that it’s not your fault that the women in your life passed away, but as someone who also blames themselves for all the traumatic deaths in their lives, I can’t tell you how to feel. The only thing I will say is hold onto that little girl with everything that you have. Protect her. Keep her safe. Above all else.”

“She’s the most important thing to me,” Negan admitted hearing all the emotion in Joel’s voice and suddenly Joel made so much more sense to Negan in the way that he acted. Joel reached up to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand and it made Negan frown. “I know I’m extremely lucky to still have her with me. Morgan and I were just looking for a place to belong when Maria found us. I guarantee if Morgan wasn’t with me, Maria would have never brought me back here.”

“Well I’m glad the two of you found your home here,” Joel exhaled loudly trying to keep himself from having a total meltdown in front of Y/N’s best friend that already knew way too much about his personal life to begin with. Adjusting his positioning, Joel pulled out a wallet that he kept in his pocket and opened it. Searching through it, Joel pulled a photo out of it and gazed over it for a long moment letting out a shuddering breath. Holding it out to Negan, he could see Negan’s eyes gazing out over the faded photo. “That was Sarah.”

“She was beautiful,” Negan commented on the photo that was of Joel and Sarah together, a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “I can see what you mean with the hair. They do look similar. Morgan’s mother would have been so much better with taking care of her hair. I do my best, but sometimes the fact that I’m a guy really shines through. Maria has had to help me on a few occasions.”

“You learn,” Joel accepted the photo back when Negan handed it over. Taking his time to put the photo away, Joel leaned back against the step and sighed. “Maybe I just needed a friend who could understand the things I’ve been through because it doesn’t sound like you’ll be able to help me with my relationship with Y/N.”

“Well, that’s not true. Just because I’m afraid of starting a relationship doesn’t mean that I don’t know what to do for you. There is a difference between you and me. You’ve found someone in life that you want to spend forever with. That’s a step in the right direction,” Negan suggested with a heavy sigh, adjusting his positioning on the back steps so he could look out at Joel with his hazel eyes. “That’s the difference between you and me. You are in a relationship that I know you want to work. Me, I don’t deserve someone’s love. I’m lucky enough that I have Morgan.”

“How do you know that I deserve someone’s love?” Joel reached for an answer from Negan. “You have no idea the kind of man I was. You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“And I could say the same thing to you about me,” Negan retorted with a snort making Joel huff loudly. “All that matters is right now someone else’s happiness is reliant on you. Ellie and Y/N. For me, it’s Morgan. I have to do everything I can to make sure that Morgan’s life is good. As good as it can be. You want to make Y/N’s life better. Which is why you came to me about this and I’m willing to help.”

“Fair enough,” Joel knew that he still felt uncomfortable with this whole thing and Morgan had shaken him up even more. “So what are your thoughts about how I can be more social and work on my relationship with Y/N?”

“Well, for starters, you have to realize that you’re a good-looking guy. Already, people are going to be drawn to you because of that,” Negan waved his hand about in the air making Joel pause, his jaw clenching when he looked to Negan. “It’s just your approach at how you respond to people when they want to meet you or talk to you. Usually you have that angry, solid stare that makes people not want to approach you.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Joel repeated what Negan had said seeing Negan smirk and nod his head. That was the one thing that stood out to Joel out of all the things that Negan had said to him. “Are you…I’m not trying to be rude, but are you…”

“Gay?” Negan stammered seeing Joel think about what he had said before smirking. “Why? Would it bother you if I was?”

“Oh no, of course not. That doesn’t bother me at all,” Joel threw his hands up trying to backtrack on the question knowing that it may have been offensive if Negan was. “I was just curious, I guess. I never understood why people would be so up in arms about who someone loves or is attracted to.”

“Good,” Negan eyed Joel over for a long moment before shaking his head. “I don’t like to put labels on things. I like men. I like women. I can find something attractive in just about anyone. I have been married to women in the past, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t have an interest in men.”

“That’s nice,” Joel shifted in his seat beside Negan and he thought for a long moment about what Negan said. “And you think I’m attractive?”

“Does that bother you? I’m not going to try to jump you if you think that’s what I’m doing. I just can admit when someone is good looking,” Negan explained to Joel doing his best to say it in a way that wouldn’t scare Joel away.

“No, I’m not bothered, I’m flattered really,” Joel shrugged his shoulders and gazed over Negan for a moment. “You’re a good-looking guy yourself so to hear that you think I’m good looking? It’s flattering.”

“Wait,” Negan snickered, his head shaking when he thought about what Joel had just said in response. “Does that mean you’re…?”

“No. No. I mean, I don’t think so, no,” Joel stuttered over his words feeling his face get hot. “I’m not good with this social interacting thing. I just know that the people here find you very attractive and, in my opinion, you are a conventionally attractive person so it just says that…”

“I get it, we both think the other is a good-looking person. You don’t have to freak the fuck out,” Negan assured Joel with a raspy laugh, reaching out to pat Joel on the shoulder before changing the subject. “Let’s get back on subject. With the people in the town, try relaxing the muscles in your face when you’re out and about. Maybe try smiling or grinning sometimes. Like right now, try to smile for me.”

“Really?” Joel scoffed making Negan nod and Joel rolled his eyes. Giving a half-smirk Negan chuckled and shook his head slowly. “What?”

“We’ll work it on it. Y/N says that you like to do woodwork and that you’re good with a guitar. Have you thought about teaching people in the town how to play?” Negan dug further into Joel’s personal life making Joel bob his head from side to side. “That a no?”

“I have done it with a few kids, but not many,” Joel answered knowing that Y/N had suggested having him do that too. “I make guitars for people more than I teach them. I guess I could try opening up to people with my music abilities.”

“Can you sing for me?” Negan seemed interested, but Joel immediately gave Negan a death glare and he burst out laughing. “Okay, so we’re not that comfortable with one another yet. I get the hint.”

Joel muttered something to himself when Negan dropped his head down and sighed, “With Y/N, her birthday is coming up rather fast. Do you have something special planned for her? That’s a big day where you can really go all out for her.”

“I don’t know,” Joel was honest, “I have some ideas, but I don’t know if it will make her happy.”

“Well if you have ideas, that’s the first step,” Negan rubbed his hands together and looked toward the garage where the kids were. “With Y/N it’s really about making her feel seen Joel. For a long time she felt like you were just comfortable with her. That you only wanted to be with her because there was no one else.”

“And that’s not true,” Joel declared with a rumble making Negan nod. “I just, you know now why I am the way I am.”

“I do, but if you want to make her happy, then you need to start stepping out of your comfort zone. It took a real man to admit that you were having problems and confessing to needing help,” Negan complimented Joel who sighed loudly, showing that he was still embarrassed with things. “Don’t feel bad about it. We all need help sometimes. Just don’t be afraid to touch people. And I don’t mean it in a weird creepy way. I just mean like…especially with Y/N, hold her hand. People love that shit. They like to feel like they aren’t alone. Compliment her. Look her directly in the eyes when she is talking to you so she knows that your attention is completely on her.”

Forcing himself to look at Negan, Joel knew he had a lot of issues with that one. Negan gave him a nod, clapping his hands when Joel did as he asked, “There you go buddy. Now with her, don’t be afraid to kiss her. Tell her how you feel about her. Hug her, kiss her. The things you would do normally in a relationship. I know you’re uneasy, but the more you do it the more comfortable you are going to be. Like me, I smile all the damn time, but for so long…the last thing I wanted to do was smile. Sometimes you just have to push yourself in order to make yourself know it’s okay to do this. You have to fight the urge to pull yourself away from everyone. It won’t be easy, but you have to make an effort to push yourself even when you’re uncomfortable. If someone or something is important enough, you have to want to make that change.”

“Hey old guys,” Ellie called out from the garage making both Negan and Joel lift their heads up. “Are we going to do this game together or not?”

“Can you go in there with Morgan?” Negan made sure that Joel would be okay. With a nod, Joel watched Negan stand up and hold his hand out to help Joel stand. Accepting Negan’s hand, Joel stood to his feet. Staring out at Negan, Joel let out an extended exhale before reaching out to pat Negan on the shoulder trying to listen to what Negan was telling him. “You still look like you think I’m going to give you some kind of germs by touching me, but that was good.”

Joel rolled his eyes and it made Negan laugh, “Come on buddy. You can work on things in there with me and the kids. Ellie and Morgan won’t judge you, I promise.”

“Sure,” Joel swallowed down hard and followed Negan to Ellie’s home area hoping that he would be able to listen to what Negan was suggesting in order to make things right with Y/N. At this point he just wanted her happy and that’s what he was looking to do. Make her happy.

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Pedro Pascal x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

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WC: 3003

Summary: Pedro runs into an old girlfriend, who has kept a secret from him.

Pedro Pascal's POV:

I was having lunch with Óscar when I looked up at the sound of a very familiar voice, that I haven't heard in a very long time, but there was a slight difference to it.

My mind must be playing a trick on me because there was a woman who looked very similar to an old girlfriend of mine, walking past our table, talking on the phone. My eyes widened when I noticed how pregnant she was, but it couldn't be YN.

This woman looks like YN did all those years ago when I left her. I still remember the day I walked out on her, not being able to handle what was going on in my life with my Mom and losing my agent.

"Baby, please talk to me. I know you want to shut everyone out, but I am here for you." She says to me as she found me on the floor of our one-bedroom apartment, trying to pull me into her arms.

I hate that I pushed her away at that moment. I could see the look of hurt come over her face, but I didn't care at that time. Not when my whole world felt like it was crashing down around me.

I remember screaming at YN to get out. That I didn't want to see her anymore. I watched as she packed her bag, crying and not saying a word to me as she did.

She placed her key to the apartment on the coffee table and walked right out that door, slamming it behind her.

I got high as fuck that night, only waking up to friends pounding on the door. I was so lost in my rage, I didn't realise what the hell I did to YN. I tried to get her back, but she practically disappeared into the air, and I haven't seen her since.

"Hey, are you good, man?" Óscar asked me, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah."

"You sure, you zoned out completely there, I was calling your name for a minute. Thought you were having a stroke or something." Óscar said as he was still looking at me funny.

"I just thought I saw someone I knew." I looked back to see if I could see the woman again, but she was gone. Maybe she was just a figment of my imagination.

I continued catching up with Óscar, asking him about his family when I heard the voice again and I looked up once more, this time almost choking on the food I was eating when YN walked by me.

My eyes followed her as she walked past me, right in the direction of where her doppelganger was headed before.

"Okay, I know something is up. Are you gonna tell me what is going on or are we going to play 50 questions with you?"

I ignored Óscar and stood up, excusing myself from the table and I walked in the same direction that they went.

To my surprise, I saw that there just wasn't the two of them sitting at the table, but there was a young man there as well.

I was about to walk back to my table when I bumped into a poor waiter. The food went flying and we caused a loud commotion. Everyone turned to look at us, and that included the occupants of the table I was just looking at.

YN and I made eye contact and hers got real wide when she realised that it was me staring right at her. I held up my finger to give myself just a second as I helped the waiter with the mess I caused.

"Mom, is that?" I heard the young man speak for the first time."

"Yes, Lucas," I looked at this Lucas and I had to stop my mouth from falling open, he looks identical to me, except he has YN's eyes.

"Thank you sir, but I got it from here," the Waiter said to me. I stood up and contemplated walking back to Óscar, but I knew this may be my only chance to talk to YN.

"Excuse me, may we have another chair," YN asked a passing waitress, who quickly went to grab the item.

The rest of the patrons went back to their food and conversations, now that the excitement was over. The chair was placed between YN and Lucas and I sat down, getting a good look at all of them.

I first focused on YN, my eyes looking over the woman who I once loved. My mind going back to our first date and how nervous I was.

I blurted out how gorgeous she looked before she could even say hello and I remember the smile she gave me, it made me smile, knowing I didn't just mess up our first date.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I am," I went to say but the young woman interrupted me.

"We know who you are," I looked at her and the young man. My mind trying to wrap around what I am looking at.

"Pedro, I want you to meet Emilia and Lucas Balmaceda." Those simple words just cemented what I was thinking.

I looked between the three of them and my eyes finally landed on YN, who was watching me to gauge my reaction.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You know why. I didn't find out until a few months later and I was already halfway across the country trying to start over."

"I could have helped." I tried to say to YN, but she just gave me a sad smile.

"Pedro, with everything that happened between us and the loss of your mom, you were not in the state of mind to talk to. I did what I thought was best at the time."

I wanted to be angry at her. I wanted to tell her that I missed out on their whole lives, but I knew there was no use as that was all in the past.

"I am sorry for everything and I am sorry that I missed out on your lives," I said to my children.

"Why don't you stay and eat with us? Get to know them if you wish." YN said to me.

"I am sorry, I wish I could but I am here with a friend and he is probably wondering where I am."

I can just see the look of disappointment on Óscar's face in my mind.

"But, please call me or text me. I would like to see you before I have to leave." I wrote down my phone number and gave it to them.

Once I got back to Óscar, he started his whole Mom routine and asked me where I went and why I ran off.

"I just saw someone I knew once and needed to say hi," it was the truth and I know he wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't. We continued with our lunch and as we left, I looked back, wondering if I should join them once more.

YN'S POV:

The moment Pedro walked away, I felt like I could fully breathe again. I looked at my children and they too were stunned that they just met their father.

"Are you two okay? Do you want to talk about it?" I asked them. I knew they waited their whole lives to meet him but I didn't think that day would ever happen.

"The better question is, are you, Mom?" Emilia asked me as she reached for my hand that I had on the table.

I never hid who their father was. I told them that he was a good man who was going through some difficult times when we broke up. I didn't tell them why until Emilia was trying to find a pair of earrings to wear to a party and she found my diary that I had hidden away.

That is when she found out what happened between myself and Pedro and what happened to his Mom.

I came home that evening, to Lucas and Emilia sitting on the couch, with the diary opened to the page and they asked me to tell them the truth.

I did and I reassured them over and over again that their father was a good man, a great man in fact and I still stand by this.

Even after watching him become the great actor that I knew he could be. I watch every single thing he has ever been in and his interviews, proud of the man he has come.

I raised the kids in Caliente, Nevada, a small town about two hours from Las Vegas. I worked as Head Nurse at the Medical Centre there.

Their lives growing up, they were bullied for having what many people called a hard-to-pronounce last name. They got told to go back to where they came from but I told them to hold their heads up high and to be proud of their last name.

I told them stories of Pedro's parents and what they did and how they risked their lives. After that, they never cared if people liked them or not and soon, the bullying stopped because people realised they weren't affecting them anymore.

"I am fine, just shocked is all but I am fine." I squeezed her hand and she gave me a small smile, wincing as the baby kicked.

Lucas looked back and forth between his sister and me, looking concerned. He has always taken the role of man of the house seriously and he still feels like he needs to protect us.

Even after they went off to University and started their own lives. He would drive home to visit me three times a month, and I could come home to him fixing what was broken.

Now he works for the most Prestigious Law Firm in all of New York, Cravath, Swaine & Moore LLP. He even offered to move me out there when he had enough money to get a nice condo, but I told him I am happy where I was.

That was until Emilia called me saying that she was pregnant and her boyfriend left her. She was living in California at the time and I told her to come home.

But then there was a fire at my house when I wasn't home and I lost everything. So, Emilia and I ended up moving to the fast-paced city that is New York.

I never thought I would ever end up back here, but life has other plans for me.

But I didn't stay in the City for long, missing having my own home. So I took the insurance money and bought a small home in Queens Village.

On the very first day of living in our new home, Lucas showed up to help put together furniture and that is when he met our new neighbour, Brandon. The two of them instantly hit it off and their wedding is only five months away.

Brandon and I became close as well, showing up whenever I needed him. Coming over for dinner, movie marathons, anything really.

The three of us finished our lunch and Lucas went back to work as Emilia and I went shopping, like we always do after our lunches with her brother.

As I settled into my bed that night, I pulled out Pedro's phone number and contemplated if I should even contact him.

But I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at the message, my heart beating wildly, 'nice to hear from you YN. I have missed you.'

I stared at the paper in my hand, biting my lip, wondering if he would ever respond. So I just took a chance, and I messaged him.

I didn't hold my breath, knowing he could be busy now. I mean, he is a massive star and could be doing anything at this point.

I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I have missed this man every single day since I walked out that door. Knowing I should have turned back around to try and talk to him, but I didn't.

I tried to sleep, but very little sleep came as his message kept replaying in my mind.

'I have missed you.'

PEDRO PASCAL'S POV:

I had messages from both Emilia and Lucas as soon as I left the restaurant but I held out for YN to message me, not knowing if she would or not.

But that night when she did, I fucked it up right away. I told her I missed her and she didn't respond. I am just hoping that she fell asleep or something but deep down inside, I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

So I didn't message her again. I spent most of the time texting Emilia and Lucas here and there. All I know is that his job keeps him busy but he hasn't told me what he does, but I have been busy with interviews mostly.

I was just leaving one as I walked past some law office when I saw Lucas with another man. I was about to call his name when I saw the man lean in and kiss Lucas goodbye and get in the Taxi.

I stood there, waiting for Lucas to turn around and when he did, he stopped and stared at me. I walked towards him and gave him a soft smile.

"Who was that?"

"My fiancé," a massive smile came over my face and I pulled him into my arms for a hug. "Congratulations are in order then. Let us get a drink when you have time." He looked at his phone and I assume his calendar.

"I have nothing more for this afternoon, you good with walking to The Blue Dog?" He asked me and I looked at the traffic that is nowhere near clearing up and nodded my head yes.

We walked, making small talk. People stop and ask for a photo or an autograph here and there, but he just stepped aside and watched all this.

"This normal for you?" Lucas asked me.

"Yeah, usually happens more when I have something come out." We continued our small talk until we got to the restaurant and got seated. I could see the camera flashes going off.

"So Lucas, tell me about yourself." I wanted to get to know him. He looks so much like me. You would never know he and Emilia were twins.

"Emilia and I were born on March 17th, 2000, right here in New York City. Mom came back for some nursing convention and we came early. I am the oldest one eight minutes. Grew up in Caliente, Nevada. We both graduated a year early and then went to University and then to Law School. Got hired at Cravath, Swaine & Moore right out of school."

"Sounds like you got your Mom smarts." I tried to tease.

"Yeah, and your Parents as well."

"YN told you about them?" He nodded his head yes as he took a sip of his water.

"Yup, she always told us stories. She told me how I was named after my Father and Grandfather."

"What do you mean?"

"My name is Jose Lucas, but I just go by Lucas, same with Emilia. Her name is Verónica Emilia."

I have to ask YN why she would name them after my Parents. I almost teared up at the thought of her doing that.

I heard his name being called and I saw that Lucas was waving at someone behind me. "I hope you don't mind, Emilia told me she was close by and I invited her."

The two of us stood up and I pulled the chair out for her and helped get her settled. She kissed her brother on the cheek and she smiled at me.

I am still stunned at how much she looks like her Mother.

"I hope I am not intruding."

"Not at all, this is a happy surprise," I told her and I was being truthful.

The three of us talked as we spent the afternoon together. I found out so much about them. Emilia is a Wedding Coordinator and organising her brothers Wedding.

"It helps with Brandon lives right next door and I can just stop over at any time." She teases her brother.

"Is that how you two met?" I asked.

"Yup, the first day Mom and she moved into their new place, I show up to put together some furniture and there he was, helping the two of them to move in. At first, I thought he was just hitting on them but to my surprise, he was flirting with me and well, we have been inseparable ever since."

Lucas left to use the washroom before we were leaving and it was just Emilia and me alone for the first time.

She winced slightly and I gave her a concerned look. "Baby is kicking."

"Do you know what you are having?"

"A girl, already have the name picked out, the nursery is all set to go thanks to Brandon and Lucas."

"What else do you need?"

"I am having a baby shower soon, so I have no idea what my friends have gotten me or my family, but I will let you know when after."

Lucas came back at that moment, and the three of us headed out the door. "I hope we can do this again sometime," I told them.

"We can set something up when I get a chance to look at my calendar at work. Got a big case coming up, so my weekends and evenings will be tied up with that for a while." Lucas said.

"And I have another wedding that I am working on, but I can make time for you. Just let me know your schedule." Emilia said.

I agreed and the three of us went in opposite directions, but I was on the phone with my sister, ready to drop this massive surprise on her.

Part 2

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Ayesha Liveblogs The Good Place S4

“I know this all seems bleak. And it feels like we’re all doomed, and therefore humanity is doomed.” I love that the scope of their problems change with each season

“With this team, there’s no problem we can’t solve.” “There is no problem we can’t create.” Duality of man (sort of)

“You know what I’m saying.” “Oh, I’m not part of this.” Michael’s not going to take any responsibility for Brent

I took a pause between watching S3 and S4 so I don’t remember Matt from Accounting but I’m assuming he was the guy who filed to be Thanos-snapped because he was Accountant of Weird Sex Stuff

I have never seen Manny Jacinto with such a scowl on his face throughout this show omg, I love the Jealousy Arc:

“I believe everything Chidi ever tells me because of his brain and how he looks like one of those owls that graduated from college.” God what I would give to be flattered by the Jason School of Compliments

“Luckily, before I died, I pumped my face with six vials of juviderm [...] My ex-boyf is gonna be supes jeal.’” I know that John is meant to represent a specific Gossip Influencer personality but it does give me a bit of bone arsenic to watch him speak. Feels hateful LMAO

[Stanley from The Office voice] “That’s not what a hate crime is, Michael.” “Well, I hated it!”

“Are we still boyfriend/not a girlfriend?” Jason is new to relationships but he is trying ❤️

I know Linda the Boring Senior Citizen from Norway could’ve gone any number of directions, but I can’t say I was expecting her to knock four people to the ground and then jump into the sky

LINDA IS CONTINUING HER RAMPAGE IN THE AIR???? GIRL IS THIS ALL BECAUSE ELEANOR CALLED YOU “LINDS”

Update from 30 seconds later: It was the Shirtless Soulmate Gymbro Demon

Tahani did call this one!!

“So you’re saying, wanting to do something isn’t a good reason to immediately do it?” [Proudly] “Yeah.” “Man! I wish someone had taught me this on Earth.” DADDY MIICHAEL TO THE RESCUE AGAIN

The expressions that Janet and Eleanor are leveling at Brent. They are going through it

“That’s what’s wrong with this country.” “What country?” This is truly what talking to people from the US is like LMAO

Ggkjghkjghg Brent thinking he needs to be in a Better Place than the Good Place. Oh my god

However, repeating right here that I just don’t know if I can believe a Good Place even exists, given everything that we’ve seen

“Perhaps leadership isn’t her forte.” A bold take considering Eleanor has only been leading for two days and Michael had to reboot y’all like 800 times

I think Eleanor’s crisis about being in charge is much more warranted than Team Humanity’s meeting about her failures

“You beat me in 3 months. ‘Okay, a fluke,’ I thought. You then beat me 800 more times.” THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING MICHAEL! AND YEAH THEY DID 😭💗

Michael raises an excellent point about humans with flaws being the ones to understand how best to help other humans with flaws become the best version of themselves

Also. Insane that in this manufactured society where there are Popcorn Rivers and People Can Fly that people are still commenting on how much Eleanor showers??? WHY WOULD PEOPLE NOT CONTINUOUSLY BE IN GOOD PHYSICAL CONDITION ALWAYS IN THE AFTERLIFE?

Brent vouching him being good at keeping secrets by claiming he buried HR complaints (from experience, it doesn’t take much to have an HR that does absolutely fucking nothing to support their employees LOL)

“I’m so sorry to say this, but I can’t be in a relationship with you right now.” JASON TAKING A STEP BACK WHEN JANET MENTIONS HAVING SPACE 😭😭😭 HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOYFRIEND, I HATE THIS

“We have to hope that over time, Brent starts doing good things out of habit.” “Just like you.” KGJHKGJHGKJ I think it’s a bit more than habit, you made the decision to choose being good Eleanor!!!

Honestly I fully believe that Michael had a breakdown on Day 1, he’s been through a lot of stress the past several hundred years

Eleanor introducing Simone as Chidi’s soulmate like she and Chidi haven’t fallen in love (confidently, and without equivocation) hundreds of times ☹️

“I never actually fell in love with someone.” YEAH YOU DID CHIDI!!

“Why not treat them better, just in case they’re real?” Haven’t really talked about it thus far but it’s absolutely BANANAS that Simone’s response to thinking the afterlife isn’t real is to cut off people’s ponytails and push them into pools. Even Jason’s impulses aren’t so directly aimed at people in this way. What happened to ur me vs. us speech, girl!!!

Eleanor and Jason’s sad break-up solidarity high five:

“We need Chidi to live in a world of low-grade dread.” Reintroduce Chidi to capitalism and have him work a minimum wage job

That might be high-grade dread though LMAO

Also I love this drives home that Eleanor specifically is part of what drove him to become a better person!

Fkhfkjfhfjh Eleanor, Michael and Jason planning how to gently torture Chidi while Tahani and Janet plan John’s perfect spa day. Seems like Chidi got the worse end of that stick:

“Would I like to use my time in heaven to audit a philosophy class? Mmm no.” You know what, for the first time: Fair point, John

“There were ants everywhere, but they were so helpful. They carried our wineglasses back and forth, and folded our napkins for us, it was so cute.” Call me a hater but if there were insects in my own personal experience of the afterlife I’d burst into tears

However. Good for the ants, that does sound cute ❤️

HAHAHAH JASON BEING UNLEASHED AS A STRESS BOMB ON CHIDI. THE BEGINNINGS (PART 802) OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP

“While you were gallivanting around with your fancy friends, I lived in the real world, so I had bills to pay. I worked 16 hours a day, by myself, building a site with millions of readers.” John actually does make a reasonable observation to Tahani that there is not a level-playing field when it comes to the morality under capitalism and class division:

“But I am seriously worried that I did something wrong, and this is the universe getting back at me.” CHIDI IS SO NICE, IF ANYONE BELONGS IN THE GOOD PLACE IT’S HIM. HE IS CAUGHT BETWEEN A PROMISE (HELP JASON) AND HIS INTEREST IN BEING HONEST AND GOOD 😭💘

“I made God cry?” I know this is because they view The Good Place as heaven but there’s something about Chidi calling the woman he loves God that just gets me right in the heart 💘💘💘💘💘:

Also Michael gently patting Eleanor’s back. Best Demon Dad!!

In Tahani’s defense of having been miserable and lonely with no real friends, she did make some Best Friends Forever eventually, they were just in the afterlife, and then on Earth

JKHKJHFKJHFFJB THE CUT TO JASON WATCHING THE MOTORCYCLE EXPLODE AND GO “NOT AGAIN!” BETWEEN ALL OF THESE EMOTIONAL SCENES

“I really am sorry for all the posts I wrote about you.” John is able to grow 💗 Good for him

Also I love how Tahani is often the one to demonstrate the moral core of this show to characters outside of the main group, which is that goodness comes, in many ways, from a love of other people

“I’m sorry your motorcycle blew up.” “That’s okay homie, that’s just what motorcycles do.” My parents when I wanted to get a motorcycle license

“Genuine human connection will be his course of study.” GO PROFESSOR TAHANI

“Go get ‘em, Chippy.” Brent constantly saying Chidi’s (two syllable, very familar sounds to English speakers) first name wrong vs. Eleanor saying his last name wrong three seasons ago. Truly Eleanor’s Much More Icky Counterpart

You know, of all the possible spies the Bad Place could send, Glenn is a good choice, he’s got a very passive aura and seems like he could use some friends

The return of Vicky aka Real Eleanor aka Fake Michael and the Michael suit I honestly completely forgot about after my post-S3 break

“Oh, I’m very upset about this development.” Don’t distrust ur Demon Dad. He’s nice!!!

“I’m a 6,000 ft. tall fire squid. I have tentacles. There’s teeth everywhere. I’m on fire, and my neck is long, and there’s a smell, and lots of juice.” Demon Dad is self-conscious about his friends seeing his previous body. ☹️ LET MICHAEL WEAR WHAT FEELS RIGHT

“I won’t just be Michael. I’ll be some disgusting mass of burning tentacles. Do you really want to be friends with something like that?” Michaelllllllll. Something something the mortifying ordeal of being known

Jason comforting Janet after her first accidental murder. I really hope they can find a situation that works for them

“Oh boy, is this really gonna suck.” Michael offering to literally destroy himself for the good of humanity. If this turns out not to be Michael at any point I will be SO UPSET, he is SUCH A GOOD FRIEND AND DEMON AND PERSON (SORT OF)

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG IT WAS BAD JANET AND JASON KNEW THIS NOT-A-GIRL WAS NOT HIS NOT-GIRL!!!!!

POOR JANET THOUGH ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“I’m gonna go down there and I’m gonna punch him in the mouth, and I’m going to get Janet back!” YEAHHHHHHHH JASON

“Let’s go get our girl.” “Not a girl.” GOOOOOOO TEAM JASON AND MCIHAEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

However, wild that they’re sending Michael to the place where the Michael suit is, like that’s not going to immediately bite them in the ass in terms of keeping track of who they can trust

Michael just dropping that Tahani also has the context of her whole afterlife, offscreen. She deserves her narrative moments!!

“Can I have all my memories back again? I forgot most of them.” Me too, Jason. ALSO LFHKJFHKFH WOW

I think Jason who is infinitely capable of just taking on whatever moral values are in front of him. If he hadn’t grown up in Jacksonville I think he’d be fine

“Thank you for keeping me safe from my sexy, bad-girl sister-aunt.” I don’t know if this is all those Mommy-Sorry Tiktoks but this somehow feels more transgressive than the Derek’s earlier mommy-girlfriend comments

[Chuckles] “But to be fair, I wasn’t designed for anything.” ME TOO, DEREK HAHAHA

“Even Derek has an important job. I’d like to be more useful.” Even Tahani has begun lampshading her own lack of narrative purpose this season lmao

SCREAM @ Michael being scared of being in the birthplace of evil (presumably, his own birthplace) while Jason is scared that he and Janet may not have their special connection. He is the perfect boyfriend, no notes

“I love a movie with gentle magic. Give me a time-travelling mailbox, or a mother-daughter body switch, or Sarah Michelle Gellar as a chef and her food tastes amazing because she cries in it.”

Me 🤝 John

Loving stories with gentle magic in them

“What echoes of this former self await me here?”

Jason 🤝 Michael 🤝 Me

Having a really hazy and unpleasant memory of high school

HAHAHAHAHA everyone having the most stressful days of their lives (Eleanor subject to Derek’s Single Father to the Neighbourhood Chaos, Tahani trying to wrangle the three morally questionable humans, Jason and Michael in the Bad Place and Janet being held prisoner) while Chidi gets to do a little “puzzle” given to him by His God-(Ex)-Girlfriend. Oh how the turntables

Lmao @ Shawn saying they went overboard on the cheekbones to acknowledge Jason’s incredibly beautiful face

Say what you will about Jason, he has a very practical kind of wisdom. Who else would think to remember an explosive device for every situation

“I believed that we committed torture as a part of the moral balance of the universe. But I’ve learned that’s wrong. Humans are capable of self-improvement, and so are we. And down deep, Shawn knows this is true, too. I beg you, open your eyes to the truth.” A beautiful speech by Michael, slightly undermined by the demon he just exploded

TWO demons he just exploded. Rest in pieces Vicky

He did, however, solve the problem of the Michael suit

“I swear the production value of demon con gets better every year.” This feels like a meta nod to their increased SFX budget every subsequent season hahahaha

Convinced the fact that Chidi took/takes so long to kiss Eleanor versus kissing Simone so easily is not just because of his ethical obligations but BECAUSE he loves her so much it is that much harder for him to make decision that might change their relationship

Hahahaha, they spent so much money on SFX they couldn’t afford the location fees to shoot on a lake:

(You could also make the point that it’s supposed to look that way since it’s a simulation, but I’m pretty sure Chidi was rowing on an actual lake in S1. Maybe it was also a timing thing hahah)

“Plus, your parties aren’t pointless. They’re opportunities for them to bond and form friendships. You know, the thing we need them to do so we’re not all tortured forever?” Eleanor recognizing Tahani’s strengths as part of the group 💗

“But if we ever get through this, I want to learn how to do something meaningful.” Love that for Tahani 💖

“You’re not a demon anymore. You’re just a nice, weird, happy old dude.” Awwww Jason and Michael BFFs 4ever

JASONJANET BACK TOGETHER BAYBEEEEE:

Fkfjhfjhf this Michael Bad Janet storytime feels like a departure in energy after all the intensity of the last ep

Absolutely fucking obssessed with the Hottest Saviour of the Week, and according to this picture here’s the ongoing counts:

Eleanor: 10 (exclusively self-nominated)

Janet: 7

Tahani: 5 (one blocked by where Eleanor is standing but the background is in another shot)

Jason: 3

Michael: 0 (as it should be, no Demon Daddy objectification)

“Her name was Scarlett Pakistan, and she was the type of girl you couldn’t take in all at once, or you’d die.” UHKHFKJHFJHF BRENT TRULY REPRESENTING WHITE MEN WRITING BROWN WOMEN. Rough stuff, Tahani

“That’s how I got my nickname, The Defendant.” I feel like this doesn’t quite match the energy of Donkey Doug or Pillboi

“Where does this hope come from man? This insane hope that people are worth the trouble?” From Michael’s heart, Bad Janet 💟

I’m gonna be real with you I forgot that no one knew Jason wasn’t Jianyu and I thought that John was having that dramatic reaction over seeing Chidi dance LMAO

Simone makes a very good point of not needing to tolerate racism and misogyny for the sake of kindness

“If this [golf advice of doing better on the next shot] ends up applying to any other aspect of your life later on, then cool.” Hahahahah Michael speaking the only language Brent can understand: Sports metaphors

Very expected that Brent was unable to handle the slightest bit of criticism, even as it directly relates to people he hurt WITH HIS BOOK LOL

“Why not be a bigger person and rise above it?” “I’ll tell you why. Because doing that sends a message that it’s okay to be treated this way. And it’s not okay to treat anyone that way.” Simone continues to make incredibly reasonable points

Chidi said: My fight, flight, freeze instinct does occasionally land on fight

“What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters if they’re trying to be better today than they were yesterday.” MICHAEL FOR BEST AT UNDERSTANDING HUMANS AND MORALITY IN THE UNIVERSE 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Michael being better today than he was yesterday by letting Bad Janet go 😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM

GJHGKJHGKJHG not Simone uncovering the entire plot of the neighbourhood hours before the experiment ends

“Panicking about this experiment at crucial moments is kinda my move.” Michael said: There’s only room for one anxiety disorder in this friendship, Eleanor

“You never told me about this, Ducky.” The demise of the Simone/Chidi relationship over their respective secret Good Place Experiment hidden professional endeavours

Simone, as a neurologist researcher, is perhaps the most difficult profession to have in this experiment because of course she can see science when she is right in front of it

“We do nothing, and we hope that our early successes make up for the embarrassing mess we’ve become. Like Facebook. Or America.” ROUGH BUT REAL

You know what they say. When the going gets tough, the tough put on a magic show to distract the four people whose ignorance remains crucial to the fate of humanity:

Afjlkjflkjflkfj Jason coherently describing their Hail Mary and Prevent Defense strategy analogy. HE DOES LEARN

Brent 🤝 Jason

Only being able to understand the universe through sports metaphors

“I respect your position.” “I respect yours.” “Look, I know everything’s really scary right now but I just have to say it. That was the most boring break-up I’ve ever seen.” Accurate but rude, John

WHY IS CHIDI THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT THE INHERENT VALUE OF HUMAN LIFE? SIMONE, AGAIN, I ASK ABOUT YOUR ME VS. US SPEECH

“If there’s one thing I know in this world, it’s that you can ALWAYS blow up the same thing twice.” JASON, UR SO RIGHT BABY

Lowkey it is traumatizing for both Chidi and Eleanor to have someone they have loved pretending to be their eternal torturer (even if is half true)

It takes Chidi, the most ethical and empathetic person in the world, calling Brent a bad person for him to maybe consider stepping outside his own experiences to care about other people for half a second

NOT THE EXPERIMENT ENDING MID-BRENT’S APOLOGY:

“Yes, and here’s a bottle of tequila.” [Cheerily] “Okay, let us know how it goes.” Michael knows the way to his surrogate daughter’s heart LMAO

“Oh man, are we gonna die again? We’ve died so many times. We’ve probably had like, 15 funerals by now.” Jason is right, this must really warp their sense of their own life

“You’re a choker, Michael. And you’re about to choke for the last time. Except for the eternity you’re going to spend in the Bad Place being choked by me, who will be doing the choking.” [Tearfully] “Well you’re glue!” 😭😭😭😭😭 MICHAEL

NOT THEM WEEKEND AT BERNIE’S-ING CHIDI SO HE CAN BE PART OF THE FUNERAL PARTIES

Also Eleanor’s explanation of his jacked physique coming from his anxiety. On brand LMAO

Also also also the fact that Janet could DEFINITELY transport him by strength or teleport but she’s just watching them struggle HAHAHA

Not Brent somehow getting 1% worse than he was on Earth gkjhgjhgjh

The Weekend at Bernie’s vibes only increase. Chidi is impressively still

“I got born in the deep end of a pool, right after my mom did a cannonball.” 1) Can’t believe this is the first we’re hearing of Jason’s mum and 2) That tracks

“But despite it all, he was the most optimistic person I’ve ever met.” This is why I am in love with Jason

“That’s my Jason. A big colourful rainbow blob, stuffed inside a hot life-size action figure.” I love Janet explaining why she loves Jason. Also, now I want to be flattered by the Janet School of Compliments

Jason 🤝 Janet

Whipping out the best compliments in the world on the fly

So far, Jason’s poolside funeral is my favourite:

Michael proving that the Soul Squad actually made the people they care about better in tangible ways 🥺❤️‍🩹

“People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t?” MICHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLL

“But what that number can’t tell you... is who he could’ve become tomorrow.” MICHAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT’S A GOOD SHOW

“Tahani taught me that you can make a family, even if you never really had one. Jason taught me that I have value beyond what I do for other people. And Eleanor, there was a moment on Earth when all hope was lost, and I watched you have hope anyway.” JANETTTTTTTTTTT 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞😭💞

“I never felt quite so seen as when she saw me.” First ‘that’s gay, Tahani,’ of the season!!!!

HKJHRKJHKGJHKJGHJ THEY WON AND THE SOLUTION IS TO CANCEL EARTH? THIS IS WHY I HAVE SUCH A HARD TIME BELIEVING THERE IS AN ACTUAL GOOD PLACE, IT JUST DOESN’T SEEM LIKE THERE’S ANY WAY FOR ANYONE TO GO THERE

BAD JANET TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!!!! MICHAEL’S FRIENDS ALWAYS COME THROUGH

“It’s not two of us, it’s all of us.” THE JANET REVOLUTION!!!!!!! RISE OF THE JANETS!!!

I love that they’re delivering on the Disco Janet joke they dropped a season ago LMAO

“You want to take the most indecisive man ever born, stuff him full of over 800 different versions of himself, and tell him he has, like what, 45 minutes to save humanity?” GO CHIDIIIIIIII

Not Chidi’s first research project being on why his parents shouldn’t get divorced. We have finally unlocked his childhood trauma

Chidi 🤝 Me

Parents who should be divorced perhaps but instead stayed married

Chidi philosophizing his way out of a relationship is very on-brand

Awwwww I love these flashbacks of all the things we know about Chidi but with new added perspectives (more about why he and Alessandra broke up, the failure of his thesis, the way he makes decisions, the lead-up to him meeting Eleanor, Jason and Janet’s first wedding)

Sidenote: IS THAT DIGITAL GETDOWN I HEAR IN THE BACKGROUND!!! ITS THEIR SONG BAYBEE

“Where I’m from, most things blow up eventually. So I’ve learned when something dope comes along, you gotta lock it down. If you’re always frozen in fear and taking too long to think about what to do, you’ll miss your opportunity, and maybe get sucked into the propeller of a swamp boat.” Very solid life advice from Jason to Chidi

The way Chidi kept falling for Eleanor regardless of who his soulmate was, even despite his loyalty to the concept of soulmates 💗

“Woof, that’s too much to put on an eight-year-old.” I will keep saying it: I know it’s not in my best interests to identify with Chidi... and yet

“Soulmates aren’t real, are they?” “Chidi, in all honesty, I don’t know. but I don’t think so.” MAYBE THE REAL SOULMATES WERE THE FRIENDS WE FOUND ALONG THE WAY

“You wake up every day and you solve [the puzzle of life] again.” CHIDIIIIIIII

HAHAHAHAHA CHIDI’S FIRST QUESTION AFTER WAKING UP BEING IF HE HAS BEEN ANNOYING THEM FOR 300 YEARS

I AM LITERALLY GOING TO CRY THIS IS SO SWEET 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hahahahaa Chidi said: New timeline, new me, baybee. I am over my indecision anxiety now!!!!

Jason’s concern that eliminating humanity is a bummer is valid

Hahahahah Chidi and Eleanor asking the other if they want to get out of here tickles me

“Chidi should hook up with the judge to get us out of trouble. I’ve done that a bunch of times. It’s called a Jacksonville Plea Bargain.” 1) Someone please help Jason and the state of Florida 2) This statement made me curious to look up how many female judges there are in the Middle District of Florida (where Jacksonville is) purely to determine logically whether Jason hooked up with a man and the answer as of 2020 is 6 out of 14 are female (none self-identify as LGBTQ). So Jason could’ve reasonably gotten these plea deals “a bunch of times” by only by hooking up with women, actually! Sexuality math

But happy Pride Month to Jason, who, while his heart belongs to Janet, whenever he is in a new timeline is liable to propose to literally anyone who he enjoys talking to

“Shut up. Shut up. Hi. Shut up. I’m confident now.” Chidi’s energy is a bit all over the place in times of crisis lmao

"I don’t care if everyone loses, as long as you lose.” Shawn truly willing to cut off his nose (the current system of the afterlife) to spite his face (the four humans he’s been trying to torture for 300 years)

Disco Janet’s marbelized form being a mini disco ball is perfect 10/10 production choices

The Soul Squad offering too take on eternal torture so that the rest of humanity can have a normal, medium afterlife 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

LMAO @ JANET MAKING A TIMOTHY OLYPHANT TO GET THE JUDGE TO HEAR THEM OUT

THE SYSTEM BEING THAT U KEEP GETTING A SHOT AT BEING A BETTER PERSON UNTIL U ACE IT 💗💗💗💗 ELEANOR, CHIDI, TAHANI, JASON AND MICHAEL, THE LOVES OF MY LIFE

“Then, what are we doing to their penises?” “Well, largely, ignoring them.” [Throws hands up in frustration] RIP the penis-bees

“Getting rebooted over and over again made me a better not-a-person than I’ve ever been. Humans should get the same opportunity.” YEAH JANET!!!

“Fighting you is the most fun I’ve ever had.” It’s almost Death Note-esque in the being consumed by targeting the other person so much you get attached. I guess Shawn is the Light in this situation. (Although L does engage in recreational torture)

"You have to read my file right now!” “What? I’m confused, is this a game? Is it a sex game, somehow?” LMAO and big hearts at Chidi, the guy who wanted all the world’s answers, being totally fine with whatever Eleanor has ever done, whether he gets to read it in her file or not (Eleanor is the answer ❤️)

LHFKJHKJHGKJGH VICKY AKA REAL ELEANOR AKA FAKE MICHAEL COMING BACK TO VOLUNTEER AS THE IN-BETWEEN PLACE’S FIRST ARCHITECT:

(Also Vicky’s right, she looks super hot, this is perfect lighting, outfit, makeup, everything)

SCREAMS at Chidi concluding based on every insane thing that Eleanor has ever done that actually she’s coped pretty well and she’s super interesting and it is he that’s too boring for her 😂 He is so funny

HAHAHAHAHA I know she brought up this thread of looking up the sexuality of presidents earlier but:

Me 🤝 Eleanor

Constantly trying to assess everyone we read about (or watch) to see if they’re bisexual

“Are you saying... Janet might get bored of me?” Chidi has passed his eternal romantic dread onto Jason like a common cold

“Think of it as, flattening the penises of their heart.” “Oh! Now it makes sense.” Vicky Bad Place: Demon Educator

“Once on Earth, I didn’t know something and I had to ask Alexa. I felt dirty.” HAHAHAHAHA

Me 🤝 Janet

Having a one-sided grudge with Alexa

Poor Michael, his purpose for so long has been solving problems, he doesn’t know what to do without something to overcome (mood)

OMG JASON TRICKED CHIDI INTO TALKING HIMSELF OUT OF HIS ROMANTIC DREAD 💝 THAT’S MY MAN. STREET SMARTS!!!!

It tickles me whenever they mention what they actually are underneath the skin suits. I hope someone has drawn Michael and Vicky having this workplace conversation as a Fire Squid and Acid Snake

“Turns out that saving every soul in the universe is worth a few points.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THEM!

Honestly all of these things considered, I still have trouble believing in the Good Place as they’ve previously described it, so I have no idea what these last couple episodes are going to be about

God I love these five people and not-people so much:

What, I wonder, would you do if you have a fear of heights, if the only way to go to the Good Place is via hot air balloon?

“What if that’s some sort of demon alarm to alert the cops that I’m here?” THE HEAVEN COPS, MICHAEL? THERE ARE COPS IN HEAVEN?

Also

Me 🤝 Michael

Being uncomfortable in sacred places and assuming you’re going to be persecuted for a crime you didn’t know you committed

STOPPPP this is such a funny candy, I DO miss the energy I had when I was twelve:

Hahahaha, the fact that all the male philosophers are not in the Good Place. That tracks

MICHAEL GETTING TO BE A GOOD PLACE ARCHITECT 🥺❤️ IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES, PLEASE BE REAL

“This room is filled some of the most interesting people that ever lived. Chat them up, learn about their lives, then meet back here so that we can make fun of them.” Eleanor’s first advice in the Good Place is not the most kind-spirited LMAO

“Now you are officially in charge of the Good Place [...] You’re the boss now. That was all legally binding, and we all quit, effective immediately.” I KNEW I WAS RIGHT TO BE SUSPICOUS LMAO

THIS IS WHY I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE GOOD PLACE, IMMEDIATELY IT’S SASS AND TRICKERY LMAO

“You gotta help us, we are so screwed.” AHA!!! THE OTHER GOOD PLACE SHOE DROPS

“I would’ve killed for a vaccine. Any vaccine. It’s crazy that you guys just don’t like them now.” THE FACT THIS EP AIRED IN JANUARY OF 2020 LMAO. They really touched a timely nerve

Omggggg okay so we’re getting into the Good Place Problem: Being in infinite supply of experiences and desires, your brain atrophies?????

I guess this entire group of people has also been left unattended for 500 years which doesn’t help

“We need to find the Committee.” “The Committee is me. I am Committee. It me.” Me when I say ‘we’ about my job as if I am not literally the only person in my department:

I honestly don’t know if I buy into the idea that death and finite experience is the only thing that gives life meaning. I think the idea of having some agency in whether or not you continue your afterlife makes sense. But the implication you cannot sustain a life based on happiness, or that struggle is what gives people personhood, doesn’t sit right with me. Personhood is an act of love for yourself and others

“And when you’re ready, walk through one last door and be at peace.” I DO like that this acknowledges that for some people, paradise is not infinite consciousness but can also be found in letting go of consciousness

Hypatia said: Maybe the real Good Place was the friends we found along the way (she was right)

“I think that’s what the Good Place is. It’s not even a place, really. It’s just having enough time with the people you love.” Chidi said: I second that, Hypatia

[Sarcastically but sweetly, after Eleanor jokingly threatens to leave] “I’ll miss you.” CHIDIIIIIIIIII

OMG TEACHING ETHICS LESSONS IN THE GOOD PLACE, BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN BE BETTER THAN THEY WERE THE DAY BEFORE ❤️

“Never not excited about frogs, that guy.” ME TOO JEFF THE EARTH DOORMAN AKA BURT HUMMEL, FROG DESK SOLIDARITY

“At one point, hundreds of Bearimys ago, I turned off my ability to know what time it is anywhere in the universe when you and I are together.” JANET UR SO ROMANTIC, JASONJANET X INFINITY

Awwww it tracks that Jason would be the first person to be certain his needs were met. But that’s so complicated when your partner is an infinite being like Janet!!! Like what are the mechanics of dealing with a loss that is the cessation of someone who matters most to you

Shout-out to Young Doug Forcett, who is firmly done with his pisswater era

“I really am okay. I promise.” “Will you come talk to me if you’re not?” “Always.” Michaellll 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Janet!!!!

“I’m scared Janet’s gonna forget me. Here falling in love with someone else, I’d be fine with that. Like if Jason Momoa or Lara Croft, Tomb Raider gets in, and Janet’s like, ‘That’s what up,’ totally cool! But her forgetting me would be sad.” JASONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

A LOCKET SO JANET CAN ALWAYS HAVE A PART OF JASON WITH HER, I AM SO SAD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH:

“To me, remembering moments with you is the same as living them.” STOP IT RIGHT NOW

“Can you just remember the happy times and forget the bad stuff?” “There was no bad stuff. It was all good.” I AM IN TEARSSSSS

I love Tahani being in her Crafty Girl Afterlife Era

Tahani and Kamilah representing the absolute flabbergastedness one experiences when a parent admits a wrongdoing or has a learning experience:

Tahani having a special last goodbye with her best friends even after healing all of the other relationships, because the Soul Squad/Team Cockroach/Team Humanity is her first and chosen family 😭❤️

“I admire you so very much. Your strength, your toughness, your self-esteem, not to mention... you have a rockin’ bod.” OH HOW THE TURN TABLES, TAHANI!!!!

“I want to learn to do what you do, Michael. I want to be an architect, design afterlives.” MY GIRL TAHANI GETTING HER PURPOSE IN LIFE

“I hope you don’t mind if I brag about knowing you.” “Name dropping is a little gauche, Michael, but do as you must.” Tahaniiiiii. I do love how her story is wrapping up

I enjoy that Uzo gets to see Chidi post-his 800-Universe-Decision-Making-Immersion-Therapy.

Eleanor trying her hardest to keep Chidi in the afterlife even though he’s almost done 😭 Also the pictures of the four humans in Michael’s office

“If you leave, then I’m alone here.” AHHHH ELEANOR. They’ve really turned the afterlife into Earth Lite

“Can we eat words? Because I’ve asked Janet about this and—” Chidi said: One day an academic rival told me I’d eat my words and it’s been my dream ever since

Eleanor loving Chidi enough to let him go vs. Chidi loving Eleanor enough to hold in for several bearimys that he has been ready to leave 💔

CHIDI SAYING GOODBYE WITH A SEXY CALENDAR. HE KNOWS THE LOVE OF HIS (AFTER)LIFE:

SCREAM JASON WAITING FOR JANET TO COME BACK TO THE FOREST FOR A THOUSAND BEARIMYS. THANK YOU FOR IMMEDIATELY HEALING THE WOUND OF CHIDI LEAVING HAHAHAHAA

“I sort of just sat quietly and let my mind drift away, thought about you and the infinity of the universe.” “Kind of like a monk.” JANET HAS BEEN WAITING OVER 4 WHOLE SEASONS TO MAKE THIS JOKE HAHAHAHA

ALSO HOW COULD JANET, WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING, NOT KNOW THAT JASON WAS STILL AROUND

Dhkjfhjkfhfkjh it would be very weird if Eleanor’s actual unfinished business was Mindy St. Claire of the Medium Place

Update from 1 minute later: It was not

Tahani saying, “As I neither live nor breathe,” is a fun little line

Michael being unable to cope without something productive to fill his time ghjkghgkjhg. Anxiety icon

“I’m gonna be...” “A real boy, Pinocchio.” MICHAEL GETS TO BE HUMAN? I LOVE THAT FOR HIMMMMM ❤️‍🩹

“I won’t exactly know what’s going to happen after I die. Nothing more human that that. Besides texting people that you’re five minutes away when you haven’t even left the house.” How many Bearimys does it take for us to evolve past phones hahahahaha

Does mean that Eleanor will be in charge of The Good Place?? White women dominating the non-profit industry strike again (I kid)

MICHAEL GIVING JEFF THE EARTH DOORMAN A REAL FROG!!!! I LOOOOVE HIM

Kinda wild that Michael starts his human life at like, what, age 50? That’s like 30-40 years if he’s lucky. Why doesn’t he get to start as a baby? Not consistent enough?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MICHAEL NAMING HIS DOG AFTER JASON:

“I hate to see you walk through the final door at the edge of existence, but I love to watch you leave.” ICONIC GOODBYES FROM JANET AND ELEANOR, ONE OF THE STRONGEST DYNAMICS IN THE SHOW

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MICHAEL’S EARTH NAME BEING MICHAEL REALMAN

I truly wondered how this show would end and I guess the glowing embers of Eleanor’s last bit of existence blessing Michael with a Coyote Joe’s card while he says to a good samaritan, his friends, and by extension the audience, “Take it sleazy,” is as good a way as any!

Final thoughts: I really do love the way this show is written, how everything is intentional, how it’s so focused on love and connection and growth, and how each season manages to engage you with a different question. It’s interesting how, although they often use Heaven as a point of reference, this ending was a bit more Hindu/Buddhist in its leanings (i.e. liberation from physical incarnation/rebirth—and in the sense their testing system as that reincarnation cycle—through the accumulation of positive karma or liberation from desire). Ironically, even as someone who is Hindu, I still do think personhood is an act of love, and I feel like that ‘love for love’s sake,’ idea was a little lost in these final few episodes. But all the same, going into it this was my favourite show (even having only seen 2 seasons) and it still is. It’s a good show!!!! I love every character, and I feel satisfied with their stories!

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