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oh my GOD. finally people are delving into the world of piss. this was fucking amazing and so hot i can’t. he’s so reassuring and sweet but at the same time so dominant and assertive. FUCK.

Something New (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

An optional [standalone] installment of dom!joel Previous Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: dom/brat tamer!joel miller x fem!reader summary: Joel wants to introduce you to a new kink warnings/tags:  [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), watersports (piss!kink), golden shower, established dom/sub relationship, daddy!kink, degradation!kink, humiliation!kink, praise!kink, facial, brief unprotected piv, creampie, brief cockwarming, Joel being v fluffy, reader is shorter than joel and has hair, for possibly the first time ever me glossing over the actual sex.  word count: ~3.6K | ao3 warning: PLEASE READ THE TAGS. We’re entering some uncharted territory for me and, from what I’ve seen, most of the fandom. I know this isn’t for everyone!! Please don’t read if you KNOW it won’t be for you! But I’m not trying to be edgy. Don’t want anyone to have the worst day on their blog. So please proceed with caution. But if you’re willing to give it a try, thank you!  a/n: Since this is not everyone’s cuppa, I wrote this as an optional fic in my dom!joel series, but it can also be read as a standalone for anyone wanting to dip their toes in this kink 👀 Masterlist | Kofi

“Looking mighty pensive over there.”

Joel’s head breaks free of the hand cupping his chin as he swivels to look at you where you sit on the other end of the couch, your legs extended toward him. “Mmm?”

You give a short laugh and poke his thigh with your big toe. “Look like you’re somewhere else right now. Take me with you.”

Joel’s expression goes sheepish, reaching out to stroke a hand over your bare foot affectionately. “I’m here, babygirl. Don’t you worry.”

“I like to think I know you better than that. What’s up?”

Joel takes a hefty breath and squeezes your foot. “Just thinkin’ about somethin’.”

“About…?”

His eyes flicker from your face to the couch, nervous in a way you haven’t seen him in a while. “Not real sure how you’re gonna react to it, ‘f I’m bein’ honest.”

Your brow furrows in concern as you sit up, leaning in to place your hand over his and slot your fingers together. “What’s the story, cowboy?”

He sighs and brings your entwined hands to his mouth, kissing the back of yours. “Just thinkin’ about one of the items on my list.”

“Oh?”

“Just somethin’ i'd really like to try, ‘f you’d let me.”

“Well, lay it on me. I already know what’s on that list, you’re not gonna shock me.”

“‘S true, I ‘s’pose,” He acknowledges with a nod. Then Joel is shifting, shuffling fully onto the couch until he’s hovering over you, hands bracketing your head on the armrest and knees straddling your waist. He bows his head down to steal a warm, passionate kiss from your lips, you falling pliant into the couch at his attention. He brushes your nose with his as he asks, “You recall number thirty-four?”

Even without Joel’s overwhelming presence above you, your addled brain wouldn’t be able to scrounge up that information. So you just shake your head. 

“A certain special kind of…” Joel trails off to nip at your neck before whispering in your ear, “Shower.”

The tumbleweeds in your head start to clear as another image presents itself. And you know exactly what he’s referring to. 

“Oh.”

“Oh,” Joel affirms, sucking kisses into your neck as he gives you a moment to process. 

“Fuck, I can’t think with you doing that, daddy,”  You protest breathily, swallowing the sudden influx of saliva flooding your mouth at his ministrations. 

He chuckles softly against your neck and plants one more peck before pulling away to look back at you. “That better?”

And you’d love to think it is, but just him looking at you like that, the heat buried in his eyes and the sexy lines of his face, doesn’t have you thinking the most clearly. You slowly ease yourself upright, Joel shifting back to accommodate you, granting you some space. You cup his cheek with one hand, studying his face. 

“So you want to pee on me?” You state simply, mussing with Joel’s bottom lip. He breaks into a grin and bites playfully at the side of your thumb. 

“I just might.”

You did know that had been on his list as a “yes”. Yours remained as a very tentative “maybe”. It had almost been a flat-out “no”, but there hadn’t been many things on that list you had actually put that down for, and something about Joel made almost everything an “up for discussion” option for you. So you’d scribbled it out at the last minute in favor of your current “maybe”.

But the prospect of it…you really are undecided. You’ve seen it every now and again slipped into different porns you’ve watched when you weren’t expecting it and…well, the idea doesn’t seem like the most unappealing thing. Particularly if it’s Joel who would be administering it. Yet you still grapple with a small block in your brain that…Joel wants to piss on you. 

You’ve never even seen Joel piss before, not really. Maybe out of the corner of your eye in the bathroom in the mornings when you've slept over, but you’ve never watched him. And you’ve absolutely never fantasized about what it would feel like on your skin. What the reality of that would be. 

But Joel’s interest in it has you interested. So you decide to delve. 

Your teeth pull at your lip as you look over his face. “Could you maybe…tell me why? From your perspective?”

“I can certainly try,” He mumbles as he kisses the bitten skin of your thumb. He takes your hand in his again and holds it in his lap. “For me, I think, what draws the appeal is the total submission.”

“Oh, am I not submissive enough for you yet?” You tease, nipping a kiss onto his scruffy chin. 

“Pain in my ass 24/7,” He rebuttals, pinching your chin between his fingers in retaliation and capturing your lips in another brief, fiery kiss. As he continues his justification, his breath fans out over your lips and face. “I want you covered in me. I want you on your knees, soaked head to toe in my spit, come, and piss and every combination in between. See how prissy you are then.”

Shit. 

“I think you’d look so goddamn pretty covered in me. So doe-eyed and vulnerable. Such a beautiful, desperate little slut.” 

“Y-yeah?” You stutter out. 

You swallow thickly as his words settle right between your legs. And the way he lays it out for you has you seeing his side pretty clearly. Has your skin growing hot and your pussy growing wet. His eyes bore into yours and you can see the moment he can tell that he’s got you. 

He retains his hold on your chin as he looks down on you. “What do you think, babygirl? You want daddy to own you like that? Degrade you, humiliate you like that?”

“M-maybe,” You mumble, trying to hold out on him just a little longer before you cave at the slightest push. 

“Maybe? Maybe you wanna be daddy’s little whore who does whatever he says? Maybe you wanna be his little piss slut?”

You give a stilted nod and a shaky, “Maybe.”

Joel’s jaw shifts as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “A ‘maybe’ is just a ‘no’ until it’s a ‘yes’, babygirl. Can’t do shit with ‘maybe’.”

You do your best to mull it over in your head, despite you already knowing the answer. You play the image in your mind, what you imagine it would be like. On your knees in the shower, gazing up at him as that shoots out of his cock and onto your skin. The warmth of it, the taboo, the true humiliation. Him completely fucking owning you in a way you never thought you’d let him. 

Your voice is muted, but sure, as you say, “Yes.”

A wicked smile crosses his face as he caresses your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

“But-but I have some stipulations,” You interject, pushing past your instinct to just let him do it right here, right now, consequences be damned. 

“Stipulate away.”

You capture his eyes with your own, and he waits patiently for you to share your thoughts. 

“Ok. First, I want some preparation time. So, in other words, not tonight.”

“Damn,” He mutters, but ultimately nods, “Okay.”

“Mainly because I want you hydrated. Like, freakishly hydrated, please. At least the first time we do it.”

Joel rolls his eyes a little, but nods again. “We can discuss that a little more after the first time. After we get you acclimated.”

Your nose crinkles. “Why?”

“Don’t worry about it right now. I will be hydrated as a goddamn fish the first time, babygirl. What else?”

You opt not to think too much about what he could be implying with that comment and press onward. You take a breath and reassure your gaze on his as you insist, “Not in my mouth.”

Joel’s face immediately pinches in disappointment, and he counters with, “What about on your mouth? Just across your lips. No requirement to taste it.”

You pout your lips to the side in consideration. Your mind likes the idea of Joel degrading you that way, but you’re hesitant about the actual taste. You don’t have much of a clue what to anticipate on that front, but if he says you don’t have to taste it, you suppose you can let him have that much. You finally sigh and nod. “Okay. That’s fine. I can compromise on that.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“You trying to talk me out of it, cowboy?” You challenge with a cheeky smile. 

He holds his hands up with a shake of his head. “Not at all. Just don’t want you to feel pressured, babygirl.”

“I don’t feel pressured. This is my decision. And I know we can reevaluate at any time if we need to. I’m just feeling this out for now.”

Joel offers you a gentle smile and a stroke to your cheek. “Understood, babygirl.”

You take another weighted breath and then nod. “Then that’s all I have at the moment.”

“Okay,” Joel relays resolutely, gripping your jaw in his hand and burrowing his heated gaze into yours. “In that case, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, right fuckin’ now. Right on this fuckin’ couch. Got any stipulations about that?”

You don’t. 

And he shows you how grateful he is for your acquiescence one deep stroke and dirty whisper at a time. 

—

The night comes three days later, over the weekend where you have ample time to spend together. Joel abides by his promise, and you spy him downing several full bottles’ worth of water throughout the day. Whenever he catches you staring as he sips, he gives you a sly little wink. 

By the time you’re both stripped naked and he has you bent over the edge of his bed in the evening, stuffed full to the brim of his cock, you’re feeling wired and almost desperate for the new experience. 

“Oh shit, daddy’s comin’, baby. Get on those fuckin’ knees,” He commands as he pulls out of your spent cunt, and you slide off the edge of the bed and onto your knees in front of him. He tilts your chin up with one hand as he strokes himself off, finally shooting his come all over your face with a feral grunt. Thick ropes paint across your nose, lips, and eyelashes. 

Joel brushes a finger against your lash to rid what he can from getting into your eye and pushes the digit into your mouth for you to suck clean. 

“Good girl, baby. So pretty like this.”

You lax the suction around his finger, only for him to press firmly down on your tongue with his thumb. Your eyelids flutter as you look up at him. 

He serves you a no-nonsense look as he stares you down. “Don’t you touch that come on your lips. Not a single swipe of that tongue. We clear?”

Robbed of speech, you just nod. 

“I got other plans for that mess,” He mutters as he releases your tongue to haul you off the ground by the arm. “Bathroom.”

You stumble after him as he pushes into the en-suite. You watch, vibrating with an anxiousness that vacillates between truly nervous and excited, as he carefully folds a clean towel and deposits it on the floor of the open shower cubicle. He nods towards the makeshift cushion and instructs you to kneel. 

You nimbly step into the shower and drop to your knees, deeply grateful for the additional padding. Joel latches the glass door behind him, a loose fist around his semi-hard cock as he stands before you, looking down on you where you remain in complete subservience. 

“This what you want, babygirl?”

You nod up at him. 

“I need a ‘yes daddy’.”

“Yes, daddy,” You utter, eyes not able to choose between taking in his cock or his face. 

“‘Yes, daddy’ what?” He presses, massaging his balls gently. 

“Yes, daddy, please piss on me.”

“Good girl,” He rasps, prolonging the vowels in his response. “If you don’t like it, you safeword, and I stop. No questions. Like always. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” You recite back. 

“Okay. Keep those lips closed nice and tight unless you want a big surprise, baby,” He warns, his eyes shuttering closed and a breathy moan gracing his lips as he feels a much different release approaching. 

As soon as he feels it cascading out the tip, his eyes snap back open to take in the sight of you being hit with his piss for the first time. The stream shoots straight for your chin, and you instinctively tighten up your face, drawing your lips and eyelids closed. 

It is warm, as you’d anticipated. Kind of hot, actually. A rapidly cooling 98.6 degrees pelting your skin. And it’s…fuck, it’s nice. It’s a pleasant feeling, despite the reality of the substance. 

Joel laughs breathily as the stream of piss streaks down your neck and across your peaked nipples. 

“Open those eyes, babygirl. Watch what daddy’s doin’ to his little girl.”

You somewhat reluctantly force them open and are met with the sight of Joel’s fingers looped around the outrageous thickness of his still-softening cock, and the nearly clear liquid jettisoning from the slit onto your already slick tits. You whimper shamelessly at the sensation as Joel smirks open-mouthedly at your reaction. 

“There we go. That’s what I thought. Knew you’d be a good little piss bitch.”

You whine as you dip a hand between your legs, rubbing at your sore, damp clit as streams of Joel’s piss rush down your stomach. 

“Gonna clean my come off your face now. Shut tight,” He reminds, and you nod as you squeeze your lips together. With that, he takes a step forward and tilts the head of his cock upward, squirting you directly on the mouth with his hot piss. 

Another whimper escapes the back of your throat as he sprays off the pearly evidence of his load from your cheeks and nose. 

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, babygirl. Takin’ it so good for me,” He encourages as his warmth splatters your face and into your hairline. “Fuckin’ dirty girl, doin’ this for your daddy, huh?”

You want to answer but don’t dare risk the consequences, opting to nod aggressively instead as you squeeze your tit with your hand and grind against your fingers desperately.  

Joel groans as his stream starts to sputter out, spewing shorter and shorter jets of his hot, sterile filth onto your skin. He crowds your space, resting the slit of his cock on the tip of your upturned chin as he milks himself empty and spills out the last of his piss in dribbling rivulets down the expanse of your neck. 

Your gasps go hungrier as your fingers rub at your clit, Joel tapping the urine-soaked head against your chin. 

“You gonna come again with daddy’s piss dripping down your clit, baby? Show daddy what a good little whore you are. Come on those piss-drenched little fingers,” He orders, and that’s all it takes for you to scream out your orgasm, getting the briefest taste of his heady, forbidden spend on your lips as they part, hurtling you over the edge. 

“Shit, baby,” He pants out, slapping his hand against the wall of the shower and breathing like he just ran a lap rather than expelled a normal bodily function. “Been holding that in all fuckin’ day for you, pretty girl.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes and dare to dart your tongue across your lips, sampling the taste of him on your skin. You see his expression collapse into one of pure, devastating desire at the act, extending a hand to glide across your dripping cheek and over your damp lip. 

You open up wider, answering the unasked question on his face, and he slips it into your mouth with an aroused curiosity in his features. You suck on him diligently, wetly, savoring the way his fluids and his flesh meld together on your tastebuds. Enjoying it more than you thought you might. 

It helps exponentially that it’s him. It’s your dom, feeding you a part of himself. Your desire to please him, give him whatever he wants, flooding your mind with your own reciprocal pleasure. You feel so secure being at his mercy, bending your will to his, that in this moment you feel like you would do anything for this man. Not a doubt in your mind that he knows what is best for you, knows what you’ll love even before you know it yourself. 

“Such a good girl,” He croons, crouching down to your level. You can see the small battle in his head as his eyes remain fixed on your mouth, then the decision being made as he pulls you forward by the jaw and places a soft, plush, chaste kiss to your lips. He falls away with a soft laugh and his forehead pressed to yours. “That wouldn’t be worth tasting anywhere but off your lips, babygirl.”

“It’s not so bad,” You admit bashfully, running your nose along his. “No part of you could be bad, daddy.”

“No part of you neither, baby. And daddy is so pleased with you. You did so good, princess. So obedient. Lettin’ daddy teach you somethin’ new.”

“I don’t know if it’s something I wanna do all the time, but…” You trail off, but Joel shakes his head, his nose bumping against yours as he refuses to separate from you. 

“Only on real special occasions. I agree.”

Joel drops to a wide stance on his knees, enveloping you in his arms and holding you close to him, kissing your head. 

“Will you wash me?” You whisper into him as your fingers fiddle with the sparse hair on his chest. 

Joel gives a sigh filled with contentment as he wends his fingers through the hair at your scalp. “Do whatever you want me to, precious girl. You earned it.”

He washes you tenderly, massaging your head as he lathers in your shampoo, kissing down your shoulder as your body wash is rinsed away. Delicately cleaning the folds of your pussy with the hot water and kickstarting a warm pool in your belly with his calloused fingers which he decidedly does no further tending to, even as he washes himself down and you beg into the humid air for him to fuck you again. 

He dries you with a fluffy towel and offers you another for your damp hair. When you’re both settled in bed, he pulls your back into his chest and tangles his legs with yours, peppering your clean skin with more kisses. 

“Daddy? Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course, baby.”

“You mentioned we could discuss the whole…hydration thing later. When we were setting the ground rules.”

“I did,” He affirms, grazing his teeth along your skin and raising the hair on your arm in response. 

“What did you mean by that?”

Joel doesn’t speak for a beat. Then murmurs, “You really wanna know?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well,” He begins, tightening his hold around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder, “That’s a bit of that darker side of me shinin’ through, I think. Y’know, likin’ when you do shit cause I tell ya to, not because you like it. Knowin’ that you’re gonna shut up and take it, no fuss. ‘F I tell you to, you’re gonna get on your knees like a good girl and take my mornin’ piss right on your face, and it don’t matter what I had to drink the night before.”

That has your pussy tingling at just the thought of it. Now that you’ve done it, now that the threshold has been crossed, the two of you can start to experiment with it. Add on another layer of humiliation to his domination when he sees fit. 

“Know you’re gonna do what daddy tells you and take it on the chin,” He kisses your collarbone. “And on your cheeks,” He teases, a kiss to your shoulder. “And those perfect tits,” A kiss to your throat. “And anywhere else daddy decides to put it.” A final, bruising kiss to your neck. 

“I see,” You reply, struggling to keep your composure at the new prospect. 

“Do you, now?” He rumbles in your ear with a smug satisfaction in his voice, his tongue and teeth now fussing with your earlobe. 

You moan, rocking your hips back into him. “Please put your cock in me, daddy.”

He exhales through his nose, a smile pressed into your skin. “Three orgasms really not enough for you tonight?”

“Don’t need to come again. Just wanna feel you inside.”

“Yeah? Need daddy to fill you up again?”

“Yes, please,” You gasp as Joel rolls his hips into your ass, his cock hardening against you. “You said whatever I want, remember?”

“Damned if I didn’t, I guess,” He admits, already looping his arm under the back of your knee to create some space for him. 

“Thank you, daddy,” You sigh out as he notches at your opening again, your pussy sucking him back in easily with the memory of him already imprinted against your walls. 

When he bottoms out inside you, he stills, keeping his leg between yours as he releases your leg to rest on top of his. “Just relax, babygirl,” He mutters, smoothing a hand down your side. “Can drift off if you want. Daddy’s gonna take his time on this one. Just want you to keep him warm.”

“‘Kay,” You mumble, finding his hand and pulling it in your own across your stomach. 

And you do let yourself drift, full of Joel in so many senses of the word as he pumps into you with a lazy, intermittent grace until he finally unloads into your cunt and keeps you plugged as you keep him warm. Completely and utterly his. 

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INCLUDES: loser!ellie, black!reader, masc!reader, fluff, ellie has NO game

You’d been working under your uncle, Seth. Ever since the pair of you arrived in Jackson. The late hour shifts of you two fooling around making new recipes. He had a knack for sandwiches. It was mind blowing how he’d be able to make a turkey sandwich different from the next ten times.

He wasn’t truly your uncle. He’d found you on your lonesome years ago. You were malnourished, one hand broken and damaged, the other clutching on an empty pistol like your life depended on it. Your nose bloodied, all you had to your name was bright yellow rain boots and a jacket large enough to be considered a dress on you, and your thick curls in a frizzy uncared for bun. It was astonishing you managed to last that long.

Deciding to take you along with him in pursuit of finding a place of his own. You were a tough case.

You never talked, face always holding a blank stare. You’d seen things, Seth knew, and he didn’t pry. Your eyes carried a haunted shine, something you could never shake. Being alone most of your life is just what you’d gotten used to. Your parents had decided to flee from the Louisiana Quarantine Zone. They’d been shot in the process. Your father killed on impact and your mother lasted long enough to get to the next town over. You were only ten.

You wondered in solitude with your fathers pistol. Slowly making your way into Arkansas. Being forced to use your fathers pistol for your own safety. Gunning down two runners and a man that’d been charging at you. Five bullets.

It’d been about a week. You ducking behind buildings, scavenging for anything edible. Having to narrowly escape hungers or hordes, surviving off pure perseverance and fumes clearly didn’t prove helpful for a 10 year old. You collapsed, face up at the scorching sun, you didn’t cry, just stared. Staring at nothing in particular you stomach felt as if it were twisting itself inside out. A soft groan leaving you lips as you slowly faded into unconsciousness.

Eyes opening one last time to see a figure with a beer gut standing over top of you.

So here you were. Wrapping your hundredth sandwich of the day. Handing them off to people preparing for patrol. That’s how you met Jesse.

Over a while, you began to break from your shell. You kept a small circle, a few people who volunteered to work in Jackson’s theater, putting on plays and performances when the movies available got stale. And Jesse. He mocked you for your accent, you mocked him for his, you’d sneak him extra food, have arm wrestled over the freshly polished wooden counters, and banter. You couldn’t ask for a better friend that understood you.

Your uncle seemed to think the opposite.

“You and that Jesse seems to be getting along swell.” He muttered quietly. Peeling potatoes hurriedly.

The Tipsy Bison was quiet. The wooden floorboards creaking intermittently whenever someone took a step. It was just the two of you. Prepping for open, you’d rather be doing anything else.

“He fine.” You shrugged dismissively. Washing the used cutlery and beer glasses.

“Look out for that boy. You know their type only want one thing.” He huffed. Wiping his nose against the sleeve of his shirt, continuing to peel the dirty skin.

You bit your cheek. Keeping quiet as a soft exhale left your lips. Blinking slowly, divulging into thought. Jesse was an alright guy, they got along, had fun hanging out. But you never considered him in such a way. It made you snarl and cringe at the thought, gross.

The door to the establishment opened slowly. Your head quickly wiping to the entrance. Ready to cuss out the same alcoholics that kept entering every ten minutes to question if you were open. But it was someone completely different.

Taking notice of the shorter girl who’d found her way inside. Short auburn hair being put into a lazy low bun, clothes randomly mismatched, and impressively dirty converse, soft freckles peppered her face. Her eyes quickly flickering from your face to look down at the polished table.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion. Waiting for her to state her business.

“Can I help you?” You questioned snappily. Cocking your head to the side, coming off more unpleasant than intended.

Her head swiftly came up. Seeming to come up from whatever daze she’d been in. Gulping and nervously clearing her throat.

“Two sandwiches, please?” She asked quietly, sounding more of a question than a order. Her voice cracked and brittle, a clear anxiousness on her face. A shake in her tone. Looking down at her hands as she played with them.

“We’re clo—”

“Nah it's good. Maria gave special orders for them.” Seth interrupted from the kitchen.

“Ellie.” A pale hand met your field of vision. Apparently so, you were left with her.

You returned the shake. Exchanging names with her. Returning back to your duties, a look of disinterest on your face. Scrubbing away at the cutlery.

Clearly, the situation was somewhat awkward. Ellie nervously shifted on her heels as your eyes bored through her soul. You weren’t one to catch onto social cues.

“So you’re friends with Jesse?” She piped up. Returning your gaze, anxious to look a way.

“We hang out time to time.” You responded dismissively. Unsure as to why she cared, specks of water from your scrubbing splashing onto your cheeks and the table

“Yeah. I see the two if you together all the time.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

You questioned. A stern look on your face as your jaw clenched. Head tilted as you watched her body language. Watching how her eyes nervously darted around the room to avoid yours. Taking a long exhale.

“I’ve just seen you around, I dunno, you seem cool.” She shrugged, a light tinge of pink on her cheeks

“I am?”

Time felt impossibly slow. Seth was able to make a sandwich in less than three minutes. It felt torturous as to how long it was taking him.

“Some friends and I were planning on sneaking out..” Ellie whispered, wide eyes peering up at you with hope.

“Jesse’ll be there…”

You choose to stay quiet. Not used to being around much people. You weren’t the social setting type. But that and spending your off week peeling potatoes and washing dishes. The choice was clear.

Uneven footsteps could be heard from behind you. Seth lugging two sandwiches in his hands. A thin lipped smile as he handed them off the the auburn haired girl.

“Two steak sandwiches.”

“Thanks, Joel will love ‘em.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Ellie biting her bottom lip, Seth standing wide with both hands on his hips, and you, straight faced and stiff.

Seth looked between the pair of you. Analyzing the both of you, Ellie’s poker face subpar at best.

“Right. Well, best get back to work.” He smiled at Ellie, softly patting your shoulder and turning away.

Ellie watched intently as Seth hobbled away. Turning her attention back to you as he turned the corner. A shy smile on her face as she looked up at you expectantly.

“Think about it. Alright? You could bring your boyfriend or whatever, and it’ll be fun.”She nervously stammered, voice slowly trailing off. Waiting for you to acknowledge her not so subtle inquiry.

“Boyfriend?” You questioned, tilting your head cluelessly. Your tone dull.

It was hard for anyone to truly have a conversation with you. A difficult girl to crack. The tension between you was palpable. You on the other hand, none the wiser.

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. A dorky grin etching across her face. A soft uncontrollable giggle leaving her lips

“Alone.” You clarified. Arms crossed against your chest defensively, for what? You weren’t sure.

She smiled like a child. Feeling giddy enough to race around the bar. Settling on controlling herself.

“Okay, i’ll see you around— tonight! I’ll see you tonight and around.” She placed an emphasis on the ‘and’. A blush creeping across her face as she slowly crept towards the door.

“Bye..”

“Bye, Ellie.”

She pushed open the door. Scurrying out of sight. You watched from the windows as she walked to the stables. A small pep in her step.

You felt.. odd. Blinking irregularly, you’d never interacted with a person like this. It felt nice, enjoyable even.

Hearing familiars rough footsteps heard from behind you. A calloused hand landed on your shoulder. Seth’s eyes following yours.

“I know a cat fight when I see it.” His voice rasped. Eyes narrowed as he watched Ellie practically skip away.

“Don’t fight over that, Jesse. There’s better guys here, you’ll find the one.” He gently patted your shoulder, walking off.

You shook your head in amusement, Gripped the dish rag tightly. Brows knit together. Something that could be considered a smile etching across your lips.

You looked forward to tonight.

SOCCER PARENTS AU MASTERLIST

1. spectator sport - you and joel are the most competitive parents in your daughters’ soccer league. as it turns out, it’s not so easy being enemies when your daughters become best friends.

2. clean sheet - nothing stirs the pot like your ex-husband, gossipy soccer moms, and a weekend-long soccer tournament.

3. the l word - the five times you realized you loved joel, and the first time one of you says it.

4. cupid’s arrow - you and joel have your first valentine’s day together.

5. kith and kin - your parents finally meet joel in the midst of celebrating your daughter’s birthday. 

EXTRAS

a cup of joe(l) - you and joel bring each other coffee.

in the dead of night - joel has a nightmare. you comfort him.

wine night - joel takes care of you after a night out.

facing the music - joel’s got a secret. you’re determined to figure it out.

joel did the right thing, i stand by that. the world was already so far gone, and ellie is joel’s world. so technically he did “save the world”. plus he doesn’t owe anyone anything. so much was taken away from him and he could not stand to lose another person he cares about. i LOVE JOEL MILLER!!!!

Happy birthday to Raider Joel by @toxicanonymity I have been reading this story since the beginning leaving comments with another blog but I had to do something special for Joel and his sweet pea, so I made this little trailer. I hope you like it @toxicanonymity 🖤 This is one of my favorite stories, I adore those two so much and I love how you write. I can't believe it has been a year already!

Happy Birthday Slasher Joel by @toxicanonymity Thought I'd make my favorite tow truck driver a trailer too 🖤 He's just so sweet in a psychopathic sort of way 🤭 Such a "I don't want to fix him, I'll join him in his insanity" character. Hope you like this 🖤

Little trailer I made for I Know It When I See It by @bageldaddy

I love this fic so much, it's the kind of story I drop everything I'm doing to read it as soon as I get an update notification. I hope you like it Bea, this fic is really special and creative and I can't wait to read the last chapters 🖤

And I also made a trailer for Sundown by @bageldaddy

I've lost count of how many times I've read this story. I love the atmosphere it has and how warm it feels, it's very comforting to me 🖤