Dead Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: mentions of sex, nudity, death, and angst. Lord this shit is pure angst. Joel may or may not be a little OOC here. I'm just going off what the series Joel makes me feel not game Joel.

a/n: So, I wasn’t sure if I was going to post this. It's been almost four months since I've written anything and suddenly, I had a moment of writing this in an hour. It probably shows from the errors I didn't see, but I will die on that hill. I started replaying TLOU the other night and realized the small differences between Troy Baker’s Joel and Pedro’s. Nothing crazy, but Pedro’s Joel just seems a bit more…rugged? Brutal? And I kinda like love it a lot. @deadneverlander thank you for always being the bestie I've needed and supporting me when I can't support myself. You are amazing. Comments are always welcome. Hope someone out there enjoys this. Much love, Jenn.

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It’s been six days since the so-called incident.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

Spittallike venom coated the corner of his mouth. His eyes wildly took in your face waiting for you to break. He wanted you to tell him he was right and you were wrong, but he wasn’t the only one who was stubborn.

“I’m not going to apologize for trying to save somebody.”

And there it was.

His eyes glistened with a wrath that could’ve made the entirety of hell repent. Somehow, you’d found what little strength you had left to not budge under his gaze; refusing to waiver and take back something that was already done.

What would’ve been the point in trying to change the past when there was no Time Machine to do it? When you knew - deep down - you’d be making the same mistake over and over in his eyes.

He called you sloppy. Reckless. Irrational. Irrational because you cared. Giving a fuck about anything outside of your own survival will get yourself killed.

“You’re going to get yourself - one of the team - killed all because you let your feelings get in the way.”

It wasn’t about the team. The team was an excuse. The team was a bunch of sad sacks of shits who found a use for one another in order to survive. No, what Joel meant but wouldn’t say had nothing to do with the team. Just you.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #the last of us hbo series

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foli-vora

radio static

pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

a/n: this gif is a fucking mess but i refuse to fight with photoshop any longer otherwise i will literally throw my computer out of the fucking window. anyway. ep 1 got me all kinds of fucked up. enjoy some porn with very minimal plot.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: very brief mention of something happening but no details and no spoilers. swearing, domestic softness, couples banter, SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral (f rec), unprotected p in v, brief handjob, nipple biting, creampie

It’s a hazy roll of pleasure, the bliss swimming through your bloodstream and stretching out along your limbs in waves upon waves of static heat.

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witchoftheewilds

This is honestly pure magic. The most magical magic to ever magic.

#it’s like a stumbled across a unicorn #this is that good #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo series #pedro pascal

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charnelhouse

Joel Miller Fic Recs

Per yesterdays post, a collection of fics for TLOU's Joel. Please continue to let me know who to add. Heed the warnings.

#tlou hbo #tlou #joel miller x reader

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A Song In Your Bones

Summary: The world is too harsh to let hope flourish in places it shouldn’t, but in a chance encounter with a handsome stranger you begin to realize he’d planted a seed of hope inside of you without you ever noticing. One that you couldn’t seem to cut free.

A/N: So, I couldn’t help myself. I played The Last of Us part 1 and 2 (I don’t want to talk about part 2 man I am not physically ready) and when I found out Pedro was going to be playing Joel well…I couldn’t help myself. This is my first time writing for Pedro. My first time attempting it and this was a long labor of love and tears and I just truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope that someone out there enjoys this. Thank you so much for reading. Comments are always appreciated! Much love, Jenn

Ratings: M - mature content, sexual themes, violence, strangers to lovers, mentions of death and apocolypse-style world ending

Words: 18k (yeah, she’s a hefty one)

Your first meeting with him had been nothing but a pure clash of teeth and bones. Skin swallowing up battered knuckles and blunt ends of empty gun stocks. There was a brief moment of fear that flickered through you like waking up from a bad dream startled awake inside a room full of darkness. It dripped in the loose strands of hair that his large scrambling fingers had yanked free. You’d worried the latest grunt that passed your lips - due from your exertion at keeping the bat to his throat - was too loud in the small room. Too abrasive. Not soft enough to disintegrate against the drywall of the room.

With all your weight, you dug your heels down against the floor. Every muscle-burning as you fought to get the cool metal against his throat and keep it there. This wicked dance of survival flared along the synapse of your bones sparking goosebumps along your skin.

You were so focused on your primary goal - incapacitating him - that you weren’t prepared for his next move. His own fight or flight for survival kicking into overdrive and screaming for him to reach behind him to grab a hold of you.

You weren’t expecting him to take the risk of you crushing his windpipe - weren’t prepared to feel large hands palming at your head and neck. You tried to shake him off. Your body wildly thrashing, but he only needed one good opening and somewhere in that millisecond you’d given him just enough.

The palm of one hand latched itself painfully to the back of your neck, while the other curled its fingers into the dirtied cotton of your button-down. He counted on you rocking back to try and get him to release you, and the moment you did he lurched himself forward. Powerful arms pulled you with your added momentum and flung you over his shoulders causing your body to collide violently on the filthy vinyl floor. The buttons of your shirt scattered around you like marbles.

Get up! Get. Up!

#shameless reblog #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #tlou joel #the last of us #tlou hbo #pedro pascal

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witchoftheewilds

A Song In Your Bones

Summary: The world is too harsh to let hope flourish in places it shouldn’t, but in a chance encounter with a handsome stranger you begin to realize he’d planted a seed of hope inside of you without you ever noticing. One that you couldn’t seem to cut free.

A/N: So, I couldn’t help myself. I played The Last of Us part 1 and 2 (I don’t want to talk about part 2 man I am not physically ready) and when I found out Pedro was going to be playing Joel well…I couldn’t help myself. This is my first time writing for Pedro. My first time attempting it and this was a long labor of love and tears and I just truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope that someone out there enjoys this. Thank you so much for reading. Comments are always appreciated! Much love, Jenn

Ratings: M - mature content, sexual themes, violence, strangers to lovers, mentions of death and apocolypse-style world ending

Words: 18k (yeah, she’s a hefty one)

Your first meeting with him had been nothing but a pure clash of teeth and bones. Skin swallowing up battered knuckles and blunt ends of empty gun stocks. There was a brief moment of fear that flickered through you like waking up from a bad dream startled awake inside a room full of darkness. It dripped in the loose strands of hair that his large scrambling fingers had yanked free. You’d worried the latest grunt that passed your lips - due from your exertion at keeping the bat to his throat - was too loud in the small room. Too abrasive. Not soft enough to disintegrate against the drywall of the room.

With all your weight, you dug your heels down against the floor. Every muscle-burning as you fought to get the cool metal against his throat and keep it there. This wicked dance of survival flared along the synapse of your bones sparking goosebumps along your skin.

You were so focused on your primary goal - incapacitating him - that you weren’t prepared for his next move. His own fight or flight for survival kicking into overdrive and screaming for him to reach behind him to grab a hold of you.

You weren’t expecting him to take the risk of you crushing his windpipe - weren’t prepared to feel large hands palming at your head and neck. You tried to shake him off. Your body wildly thrashing, but he only needed one good opening and somewhere in that millisecond you’d given him just enough.

The palm of one hand latched itself painfully to the back of your neck, while the other curled its fingers into the dirtied cotton of your button-down. He counted on you rocking back to try and get him to release you, and the moment you did he lurched himself forward. Powerful arms pulled you with your added momentum and flung you over his shoulders causing your body to collide violently on the filthy vinyl floor. The buttons of your shirt scattered around you like marbles.

Get up! Get. Up!

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #pedrostories #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us au #strangers to lovers au #post-apocalyptic au #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x you #tlou x reader #tlou joel #tlou

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A Song In Your Bones

Summary: The world is too harsh to let hope flourish in places it shouldn’t, but in a chance encounter with a handsome stranger you begin to realize he’d planted a seed of hope inside of you without you ever noticing. One that you couldn’t seem to cut free.

A/N: So, I couldn’t help myself. I played The Last of Us part 1 and 2 (I don’t want to talk about part 2 man I am not physically ready) and when I found out Pedro was going to be playing Joel well…I couldn’t help myself. This is my first time writing for Pedro. My first time attempting it and this was a long labor of love and tears and I just truly, from the bottom of my heart, hope that someone out there enjoys this. Thank you so much for reading. Comments are always appreciated! Much love, Jenn

Ratings: M - mature content, sexual themes, violence, strangers to lovers, mentions of death and apocolypse-style world ending

Words: 18k (yeah, she’s a hefty one)

Your first meeting with him had been nothing but a pure clash of teeth and bones. Skin swallowing up battered knuckles and blunt ends of empty gun stocks. There was a brief moment of fear that flickered through you like waking up from a bad dream startled awake inside a room full of darkness. It dripped in the loose strands of hair that his large scrambling fingers had yanked free. You’d worried the latest grunt that passed your lips - due from your exertion at keeping the bat to his throat - was too loud in the small room. Too abrasive. Not soft enough to disintegrate against the drywall of the room.

With all your weight, you dug your heels down against the floor. Every muscle-burning as you fought to get the cool metal against his throat and keep it there. This wicked dance of survival flared along the synapse of your bones sparking goosebumps along your skin.

You were so focused on your primary goal - incapacitating him - that you weren’t prepared for his next move. His own fight or flight for survival kicking into overdrive and screaming for him to reach behind him to grab a hold of you.

You weren’t expecting him to take the risk of you crushing his windpipe - weren’t prepared to feel large hands palming at your head and neck. You tried to shake him off. Your body wildly thrashing, but he only needed one good opening and somewhere in that millisecond you’d given him just enough.

The palm of one hand latched itself painfully to the back of your neck, while the other curled its fingers into the dirtied cotton of your button-down. He counted on you rocking back to try and get him to release you, and the moment you did he lurched himself forward. Powerful arms pulled you with your added momentum and flung you over his shoulders causing your body to collide violently on the filthy vinyl floor. The buttons of your shirt scattered around you like marbles.

Get up! Get. Up!

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #pedrostories #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us au #strangers to lovers au #post-apocalyptic au #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fanfiction #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #the last of us x reader #tlou x reader