#i love pedro pascal

[hayleynott]

Me when yn does something i wouldn’t do…..

[papitopascal]

[sarah-justsmiile]

Uff 👀❤️‍🔥🔥

[dulceabby]

THIS IS THE WAY 💫

[yesjazzywazzylove-blog]

I CANT GET ENOUGH OF DBF! JOEL 😫

As much as I like Pedro, I always imagine game Joel in the fics (it's the full beard and the larger build plus those goddamn HANDS that does it for me!)

Forever a slut for both Joel's 🥵🥵🥵🥵

[second-axis-point]

Joel loves acting all tough to go on lookout and not sleep, but the second he's in your arms he's asleep and snoring the night away

Your least favourite and least reliable DILF loving writer is back! I am so sorry I keep taking long breaks but hopefully I’ll find some motivation and start writing again. I absolutely love soft Joel requests. I will NEVER stop loving this man, I swear. Thanks for the request! 💙

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Soft!Joel, Comfort, Established Relationship

Your Arms

As usual, you and Joel were sent out on patrol with two others. It was two younger people. Louie and Patrick. They were a lot quicker on their feet than you and Joel but the two of you were smarter and more experienced. That made the four of you a lethal team. Joel had his usual scowl on his face as you slowly walked the perimeter of Jackson.

“Alright, Joel?”

You asked your partner.

“I’m fine, keep walkin’.”

Joel grumbled. Louie jogged up to walk beside you.

“Is he always like this?”

She asked. You think back to all the sweet moments you shared with Joel. None of them had that scowl in them. You shook your head with a smile.

“Nah, he’s just grumpy.”

You said. She looked sceptical but slowed down to drop back behind you to walk with Patrick again. You tore your eyes away from the trail ahead to look over at Joel again. He still had that scowl on his face. You suppress a laugh and turn back to the front, continuing your patrol.

Things went smoothly and you all made your way back into town. Tommy had met you and Joel at the gates. Joel groaned as soon as he saw his brother.

“I know, I know. I need you two to go back to that little town that you found a few miles out. A storm is headed our way and we’re not quite prepared. Patrick said that you guys found a lot of MREs that the Fireflies left down that way.”

Tommy said. Joel rolled his eyes and nodded silently.

“When do you want us to go?”

You ask the other Miller brother.

“I want you to grab your horses and go now.”

Tommy replied. You groaned as well. The two of you had just gotten back from a two hour patrol and know this.

“Come on Joel.”

You adjusted your rifle on your shoulder and pulled your coat tighter around your torso. Joel nodded, pushing his nose further into his coat collar. It was a small thing that you always noticed that Joel would do when he’s annoyed or upset, especially when it was cold outside. The two of you head to the stables and get your horses. You trot back to the gates. Tommy waves and you flip him off before following behind Joel.

It was about two hours to the little town on horseback. You hummed as your horse trotted behind Joel’s. Joel listened quietly as he led. After an hour and a half, you saw the town come into view and trotted up beside Joel. Another half hour goes by and you're finally walking the main street of the small town. You look over the town and pull your rifle off your back. You slowed your horse down. Joel noticed and did the same. 

You heard something in one of the buildings so you hopped off your horse and walked to it, rifle aimed and loaded. It was a tense few seconds before a clicker shuffled out of the dark hallway, twitching and ticking. You aimed the rifle and took a breath, listening for other infected. When you didn’t hear any, you took the shot and put the clicker down easy. You stood still for a moment and looked around. You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to shove it off and point your rifle.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.”

Joel stepped back and held his hands up. You immediately lowered the rifle.

“Sorry. Just a little jumpy. I hate this stupid town.”

You grumbled. You and Joel searched through all the buildings on the main street and gathered what you could. It was quite the load when you finished. The sun was starting to go down as you strapped all the supplies you found to Joel’s horse. He was going to ride with you on the way back since there was too much to split between the two horses. You secured the supplies and fed Joel’s horse. He had named it Shower. You thought it was a goofy name but you never told him.

“Good girl, Shower.”

You said as you pet down the horse’s nose. She huffed and pushed into you. Joel smiled at the back of your head and made his way over to you.

“We should find a place to settle down for the night.”

You nodded, knowing that Joel hates travelling in the dark. He got nervous and jumpy at night so it was easier to just hunker down and not argue. You looked around and found a partially secure building. You pointed out to Joel and he nodded. You hitched the horses outside and went in. You cleared it and made sure there were no infected nearby.

“You want me to take first shift?”

You asked as you turned to face him. Obviously, he shook his head and held his rifle tighter.

“No, you rest up. I'll take the night watch.”

You shook your head.

“Joel, you can’t just always stay up all night when we’re out. I know you’re tired. Why not let me take first shift?”

You ask, knowing it was a pointless fight. He shook his head and sat down on a crate that faced the door. There was no arguing with this brick wall of a man. You grumbled something and walked over to him. You pressed a soft kiss to the scar on his temple and laid down. You didn’t notice the flush that spread across his cheeks as you laid your head down. You set an alarm on your watch, making sure that you could relive Joel in an hour and a half. You were determined to get him to sleep tonight.

Joel sat there and watched the door, occasionally looking over at you. You were facing the wall and were using your arms as a pillow. Joel followed the line of your back down to your boots and back up. He looked back at the door with a small smile as he remembered the happy moments he has shared with you. A while later, Joel heard your watch beeping and saw you shift. You sat up and cracked your back.

“Alright Miller, my turn.”

You shooed him off the crate and onto your bed roll. He complained and argued but you just ignored him and turned your attention to the door. A minute later, Joel gives up and lays down. Joel’s watch goes off an hour later and the two of you switch again. You forget to set your timer so you sleep through the rest of the night while Joel takes watch. You wake up with the sun in your face.

“Damn it Joel. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You grumble as you roll over and rub your eyes. He shrugs.

“You need sleep.”

You stand and pack up your bedroll.

“So do you.”

The two of you get back out to your horses and get ready to start back to Jackson. You hop up on your horse and Joel shuffles up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his cheek against your back. You lead Joel’s horse back to the trail and slowly make your way back to Jackson with Joel leaning up behind you. It took a lot longer for you to get back to Jackson because you had your horse walk a lot slower so Joel could rest.

You finally make your way back and get through the gates. Tommy greets you with a smile when he sees how much you found and brought back.

“Hey! The old married couple is back and they brought a shit ton of supplies!”

Tommy says loudly with a smile, waking Joel behind you. You trotted through town, dropping Joel off at your shared cabin and brough the two horses back to the stables. You helped Tommy and the other Jackson residents unload the horse and sort out all the supplies. It was around midday when you made it back to the cabin you shared with Joel. You walked in and saw him on the couch with his head tilted back. He wasn’t asleep, just finding a way to pass the time. He got up and took your jacket off for you and pulled you back to the bedroom.

“Easy cowboy, I just got back.”

You joked. He glared at you and pushed you back onto the bed. He laid down almost on top of you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You shifted and got comfortable before moving a hand up to run through his salt and pepper hair.The smell of you, your touch, your warmth, your presence. All of it comforted Joel beyond belief. He took a deep breath and was asleep within seconds. You closed your eyes and slipped into a comforting sleep as well.

[oscarissacssoulmate]

Whoever made this is so real

[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

A/n : Uh…No comment. 🥵😳

[deathsholywaterr]

So real

[secondaxispoint]

could you write a joel x reader where the reader sees a bunch of scars all over joel and makes him feel better about them? love your writing x

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: Scars, past violence

Content: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, little bit of angst

I love vulnerable Joel with all my heart. Thank you for the request!!

Scars and Stories

You were woken by warm beams of golden rays shining in from the window. You squint your eyes and grumble. You had forgotten to close the shades last night, instead leaving them half open. As you throw an arm over your eyes, you feel Joel shift next to you. He too was complaining about the bright sun in his eyes.

The both of you were going to stay in for the day. You turned away from the window and curled around his back. He mumbled something incoherently and shuffled further into your embrace. Just as you were about to drift off, there was a sharp knock on the door. You get up to answer it, your back protesting the sudden movements.

You shuffle to the front of the house and open the door. You see Tommy standing outside. He looks at you surprised and rambles on about something. You can’t quite catch what he's saying as you still have a lethargic fog clouding your mind. You nod along anyway and try to pay attention. 

“And you should probably put on a shirt too.”

He finishes his spiel and grins at you as he starts to walk away. You look down and realise that you indeed had no shirt on. You flip him the bird and close the door. You amble back to the bedroom. When you enter the bedroom, you see Joel still in bed. His hair was shaggy and dishevelled. He had an arm wrapped around a pillow while half his torso was showing.

He was almost glowing and you could see the scars that littered his body clearly in the morning sunlight. Seeing them always made you feel a bit sad. You knew how much Joel hated them. He always tried hiding them from you, ashamed of his past mistakes that had etched themselves into his skin. Constant reminders of his failures on him at all times. You had slowly been getting Joel to open up but you never pressured him about his discomfort about them. You too had your own scars. Ones that reminded you of your past as well.

You allowed yourself to crawl back into bed with Joel, staying above the covers. You laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling. You stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the silence. Joel had rolled back over and threw half of himself on top of you. His arm rested on your chest, giving you a clear view of a large scarred over gouge on his forearm. You looped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

Your eyes followed another scar by his tricep. A healed gunshot wound in his shoulder. A pinkened stab mark on his side. The further you got down his body, the more scars you counted. Joel had started waking up without you realising. He looked up to see you staring at him. He squirmed under your seemingly judgemental gaze. You noticed that he looked uncomfortable so you stretched to pull the sheet up to his chin and pressed a gentle kiss to his brow. You felt the tension in his shoulders start to lessen.

“Why do you look at them like that?”

Joel asked you, weariness clear in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

You reply back. He looks away then puts his head back down on your chest.

“The scars. Why do you look at them like there is something to be appreciated.”

You shove your head back into the pillow behind your head and pause.

“Because they're a part of you.”

Joel doesn't move.

“They're a part of you and, like it or not, you are most definitely something to be appreciated.”

He stays silent and still. It takes him a moment but he finally finds his voice.

“They are a reminder.”

He sounds dejected.

“My mom used to say that ‘each scar had a story, and each story leaves a scar’. I always liked that.”

You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to startle the man laying across your chest.

“They aren't stories. They’re failures. I got each one of these because I screwed up in some way or another.”

Joel’s grip on you tightened.

“Positive or negative, your past is your past. You don’t have to say a word, but if you want to talk or get something off your chest, I'm here. I’ll always be here for you.”

You run your hand up and down his bare back, easing the tension in his muscles. He melted into you. Joel slowly pulled the sheets down, exposing his figure. He shifted and laid himself directly on top of you, his head now on your stomach. He studied your frame, his eyes skimming along your skin.

He pointed to an almost completely faded, tree root looking scar that splayed across your pec. Your expression saddened. You hesitantly told him how you got it. He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss over top of it. He moved on to another, a thin scratch just to the right of your belly button. You again told him the story behind it, and he once again pressed a kiss to it.

He did this for almost every visible scar he could find. You flipped him over and did the same to him. Only you didn’t wait for him to tell how he got it. He just watched as you covered his torso in affection. He reached for your face, pulling you in. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips. You laid your head down on his chest, and traced one of the scars on his bicep. 

After a few moments, he told you how he had gotten it. His voice was faint and low, just barely loud enough for you to hear but you listened close. He had gotten it on the day of the outbreak. The day he lost his daughter.

"Thank you darlin"

You soothed him softly after a tear fell from his eye. You allowed yourselves a day off. The two of you deserve it.

[hopefulwastelanddefendor]

Credit: 2017 Mr Porter Magazine

This is so sad, but shows he is probably an awesome boyfriend and so sweet and caring.

[purplerain04]

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Perseverance personified. So happy this lovely gentleman is finally reaping awards for his limitless talent.

[papitopascal]

When an accidental screen shot captures how you really feel about recent current events

[sarah-justsmiile]

The left picture is one of my absolute favourites. I just love that picture❤️‍🔥

[dulceabby]

[second-axis-point]

MY GOD OLEASE WRITE MORE BLUSHY JOEL!! I DONT CARE HOW BUT PLEASE WRITE MORE🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Flustered Blushy Joel, Kisses, Praise

I just saw that post from ihugpedro. Kissing Joel's back. I’m having thoughts. The gears are turning gentlemen. Thanks for the request! 🧡

Scars and All

Your favourite body part of Joel’s, beside the obvious, was his back. You rarely had the pleasure of seeing him shirtless due to the fact that he was so self conscious about his body. You never pushed him about it not wanting him to be uncomfortable around you. But when he did allow you to see, you were all over him. You always did your very best to show him how handsome he was. Today was one of those days.

It was an insanely hot day in the QZ and of course, your shared apartment’s air conditioning had stopped working the day before. You had ditched your usual outfit of flannel and jeans in favour of just a pair of basketball shorts but Joel had held out. He just rolled up his sleeves and laid out on the couch. He was tense and touchy. You asked if he was hot and even offered him a short sleeve shirt but he declined. Simply stating that he’ll power through it. You sigh but relent, walking by him to grab the book you were reading and plopping down in the broken recliner next to him.

You read a few pages but looked up when you heard shuffling from the couch beside you. Joel had sat up and was peeling off the sweaty flannel that he had been adorning since that morning. You averted your eyes so as to not embarrass him but he didn't seem to notice, only tossing the shirt onto the coffee table and flopping back down. He was facing the back of the couch and away from you. You could see the curve of his spine. The definition of his shoulder blades. The slight softness near his hips. The freckles that decorated his skin. The small scars that cover him.

It made your breath hitch and your face heat up. You clear your throat and go back to your book, only pretending to read. You look up every once in a while. You kept up your charade until Joel’s voice cut through the silence.

“I can feel you gawking at me darlin’”

You furrow your brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Miller.”

You close your book and toss it onto the table.

“Mmhm. Whatever you say.”

You get up and sit on the edge of the couch, a hand on his hip. He sits up once again, facing away from you. You scoot up behind him and put a leg on each side. You press a kiss to his neck while you wrap your arms around him.

“It’s way too hot for you to be wrapped around me like this.”

He pokes fun at you. You apologise and start to shuffle back away but you get stopped by Joel grabbing your knee. It was his turn to apologise, telling you that you could get up if you wanted to. You just smile and take your place behind him. You left some space between you so he could back away if he needed to.

You kiss the base of his neck, watching his reaction. You could see the pink rising to his ears. You continue down his spine until you reach his shoulder blades. You rub your fingertips along the line of a particularly deep scar. You then put a hand on his jaw, turning his head towards you so you could kiss the scar on his temple. This made his eyes water a bit but he only leans further into your touch. You kiss every scar you could reach without bending yourself in half. You admire the freckles that spreckle across his back.

“God, you're so pretty.”

You could physically feel the fire light in his veins. Joel’s face flushed and you could feel him practically go limp in your grasp. Your smile brightened.

“You shouldn’t hide underneath all of those layers all the time.”

No response.

“Though I do feel honoured to be the only one you trust with this.”

You say in between kisses.

“Shut up.”

He mumbles into his chest.

“What? I’m being honest.”

He leans back, forcing you down so that you were both laying on your backs with him on top of you.

“You are the most beautiful and charming man I've ever met in my life.”

You felt him heat up further. You were sort of afraid that you would give Joel heatstroke if you kept on. But he flipped over so he had his head, and a hand, on your chest. You ran a hand through his slightly sweaty hair, pulling strands from his forehead, and a hand down the line of his spine. You traced constellations with the freckles on his back and shoulders. Random patterns and games of connect the dot. You felt Joel relax under you.

“Y’know I love when you let me see you.”

He makes a noncommittal noise.

“I love you Joel Miller.”

That made him lift his head up. He met your eyes and gave you a soft smile. A smile that could melt the sun. A smile that could lift your spirits on the very worst of days. His smile.

“I love you too.”

Your lips meet and break apart all too quickly. His head drops to your chest and a sigh escapes him. Joel slept with his shirt off after that day. He was finally comfortable enough to let himself be open around you.