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[pedropascal-y]

Across The Pond - Joel Miller x f!Reader

Chapter Two - Lovely Meeting Ya

summary: you're a visitor from the UK when the outbreak happens. You're also the newest member of Jackson, Wyoming.

Warnings (WHOLE STORY): MDNI, 18+, Smut, incel-type behavior (not from Joel), minor wound discussion, trauma, murder (infected killing), age gap (you're almost thirty and Joel is 50), lmk if I missed any.

a/n: thank you so much to the people who read the last part! I enjoyed writing this so much and am genuine loving to write this fanfic

Wordcount: 3k

your mp3 playlist: ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Index:

Chapter 1 - The Walls - 04/14/2023

Chapter 2 - Lovely Meeting Ya - 04/19/2023

Chapter 3 - PTSD - 05/08/2023

You pull your new pink dress over your body and look in the mirror. Someone in the community left it on your porch as a welcoming present but no other information was given. You didn’t know who to thank for making you feel human again. After only wearing pants for 17 years, you get tired of covering your legs. The weather today was perfect for wearing a dress, soft wind blew through the town providing relief from the sunlight. Maria had left a bottle of sunscreen on your dresser while you were in your medical rest. She wanted to avoid you getting any more sunburn which you were thankful for. Maria was kind, and motherly and maybe that was because she was a literal mother. She had taken you under her wing, gladly helping you get used to the grounds. When she had suggested this, you jumped at the chance, Felix had been keeping you inside making sure you got plenty of rest and to say you’re going stir-crazy is an understatement. You pulled your dusty ole sneakers on and double-check your hair. This was your proper entrance to the community, everyone would see you and you had the desire to impress. 

Felix places his hand on the small of your back and leads you toward the animal pens. You wander over to the pig pen and watch as the smallest one waddles over to you. A man watches you quietly pet the piglet. “And what's your name?” You ask the piglet, rubbing its tiny ears. Your accent took him by surprise. He probably assumed you were American. He clears his throat and says, “Matilda.” You look up excited he joined the conversation.

“Blimey! Well, that’s just perfect,” You exclaim, scratching the pig's back, and pressing small kisses to the forehead of the piglet. He chuckled, “She,” he pauses, “doesn’t actually have a name. She was born not too long ago.”

You nod and look into her eyes. The piglet snorts happily at you, eager for more affection. “Well, I think Matila quite fits her. Don’t you?” You ask the man, picking up the piglet and pointing it at him. “I’m Joel Miller, Lovely to meet ya darlin’,” Joel says with his accent on full display. You and Joel sit in content silence, watching the piglet settle in your arms. Felix comes from behind you and puts the piglet down in her pen, “Let’s go, hun, let’s get something to eat,” Felix grabs you by the arm and gently tugs you. “Felix, meet Joel, he let me-” You excitedly stand up, gesturing over to Joel. Felix tugs a little harder, getting you to move faster. You look over your shoulder at Joel and wave goodbye with a smile on your face. He seemed nice enough, he was genuine, and that much was certain, who else would help a stranger woman name a piglet?

Tommy sits down across from you, Maria taking care of their child behind him, and grabs his notebook. “So,” He starts, states your full name, and continues, “What are you good at?” 

“Excuse me?” You ask, unsure of the question. He smiles and begins again, “What are your skills?” You open your mouth a little, finally getting the question. 

It takes you a moment to answer, remembering all the skills you needed to survive out there. “Well, I lived in an airport for seventeen years, I got to read almost everything I could get my hands on, you’d be surprised what people bring to read on a plane.” You give a small chuckle, remembering the weird things you found in carry-ons but were somehow not contraband. You clear your throat, “I can fight, build, cook, and do first aid.”

Tommy chokes on his water, laughing at the first aid comment. “Darlin’ you got here and almost died on the medical building’s steps.” He states, wiping his mouth clear. The Miller brothers looked so different yet so similar, they both had this calming aura about them. His house was warm and lived in, Maria places the infant in Tommy’s arms and leaves the house for a moment. The baby was making quiet babbling sounds which brought more calm energy into the room. Everything fits perfectly in this house.

“Tommy, I am capable when I have the materials.” You emphasize the word, making sure he understands. He brushes a finger across his child’s cheek and smiles. “We’re going to assign you to patrol, medic.” You smile, thankful to have a purpose here. No longer freeloading off their materials, you were finally going to help. It also meant getting to leave the house more often than previously when Felix was practically keeping you under house arrest.

“We are having an end-of-summer barbeque and we extend the invitation to you and Felix.” Maria comes in from the backyard and sits next to her husband. Going to a party was something you hadn’t done since you were eight years old, partying in a world like this felt silly and pointless. Why celebrate when nothing matters anymore? All you guys are doing is living till something kills you, whether it's yourself, an infected, or some illness you can’t deal with because society has fallen, and with it, modern medicine. 

“We will try to make it, thank you for the job assignment.”

“Felix is an animal trainer, he had animal skills from his last community. You start two days after the party,” Tommy’s statement confused you, what last community? You’d been with Felix for three years and some months and he had not once mentioned his previous community. Your stomach was uneasy and you said a quick goodbye to the Millers before hyperventilating on their front porch. Your lungs stop functioning and your brain is running a million miles an hour. Why you react this way is beyond your comprehension. He didn’t have to tell you about his life previous to meeting you and you knew that. Yet here you stand, struggling to breathe on Tommy Miller’s front porch. Felix makes his way into your line of sight causing you to straighten up and slap a smile on your face. You walk toward him, meeting him halfway. “I was wonderin’ if you wanted to get some grub?” Felix asks, placing his hands on his hips.

“I could nosh,” You smile. He rolls his eyes are your British slang, having heard it all before a million times. You walk toward the canteen together, sniffing the air as you go. Roasted veggies were on the menu and you were excited about it. Felix allows you to walk in front of him, watching from behind. You load your plate up and find your seat quickly. The confusion and still-healing wound create quite the appetite. Felix sits down next to you and stabs a fork into his potato. “Whew!” He whistles at your plate. “What?” You laugh, popping a piece of steamed broccoli into your mouth. Felix takes a drink of water and continues his statement, “That’s a lot of food.” Your heart sinks, your stomach suddenly full. Even in the fucking apocalypse, someone has to shame you for eating. You flick some food around your plate. Debating what to do with the rest of it. A couple of people join the canteen, and you look up and lock eyes with Joel. 

His eyes land on you the moment he steps foot in the building. He studied your face, the distress, and sadness that was hidden in your eyes. Under your smile, he knew you were hurting. He doesn’t know what had done it and he was devastated your smile was hiding deeper emotions. Happiness is all Joel ever wants you to feel, all you deserved was to be happy. Ellie looks at him and follows his line of sight, “Stop making goo-goo eyes, Joel.” 

“I wasn’t making no goo-goo eyes, go get in line right now.” He scolds her, pushing her softly. Joel looks back over at you and you throw him a small wave, so small someone would miss it if they weren’t paying attention and thankfully Felix isn’t. Joel gets in line behind Ellie and loads his plate up, looking away from you. He watches you scrape the food barely touched into the leftovers bin, leaving before finishing your food.

You shut your door and press the lock in. Felix has a knocking problem, such as he doesn’t knock. The room was quiet and the window was open, the night air blowing gently. You push the bathroom door open and stand in front of the mirror. Closing your eyes, you feel your mind wander from your new job to Tommy and Maria to Joel. A knot forms in your stomach and the wind from the bedroom blows in, brushing up your legs and kissing your skin gently. You turn your shower on and strip your dress off. You yank the mp3 player from the counter and press play. The water was warm but not too hot as you stepped in. Water falls into your hair, soaking it completely. You run your hands through your hair, listening to the beat of Drops of Jupiter while you scratch at your scalp. The bathroom window is open, letting cool air drift in, gently blowing against your breasts, causing the knot in your belly to tighten, your thoughts fading back to Joel. You run a hand from your chest down between your legs. Excitement grew from your chest as you gently ran your hand over your sex. A soft moan escapes from your lips, softly massaging the clit. Joel comes to mind, him standing behind you and one hand between your legs and the other around your throat, keeping your face next to his. His desire to hear you moan kept you still while he skillfully slid his finger inside you, “Darlin’ you’re drippin,” he says, the daydream haze of Joel fading as you slowly reach your climax, rubbing your clit faster, smearing your juices all over your cunt, wishing he were there. The knot in your belly explodes and your knees buckle as you ride out your high. Imagining someone you know fucking you was a first. 

Joel is burned into your brain, popping out when it was most inconvenient. Every thought could almost always be linked back to Joel. You had met him once and only saw him around a couple of times and yet every time your mind has a free moment it’s wondering what Joel wears to bed. The mere thought of him touching you brought you to a quick orgasm, the thought of what he could do to you caused the knot to form once again.

You finish rinsing your hair and turn the faucet off. You pull the towel over your body and do a small twirl listening to Dolly Parton sing. Listening to music is bittersweet for you, knowing all these artists are most likely gone but their art outlives them. You’re sure they would be happy you were carrying their memory on even if it was only you. Clean and content, you softly brush your hair in the mirror. You let your eyes close as you run the brush through your hair, thinking about your mother and the last moment you had with her. Your heart swells in both love and pain, how you missed her but knew it was what she wanted. You open your eyes and drop the brush on the sink before taking a moment to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

The sun is high in the sky as you strut through the community, heading to the medical cabin. You are scheduled for a wound dressing change and antibacterial ointment. “Morning, Dr. Michaelson!” You chirp, shoving the door open. “Morning, kiddo.” He greets you, not looking up from his book. You grab the fresh bandage and the ointment and sit on the bed across from his desk. 

“Let me look at it, first.” He says, grabbing his glasses and walking toward you. You lift your shirt and bend slightly for him to see better. He smacks his lips and nods, “This is your last bandage appointment, kid.” 

“Really?” You ask excitement building within. He pushes his fingertips into the skin around the wound, he nods to himself.

“Really, after this bandage is done for, you can leave it be to heal on its own.” Dr. Michaelson sits down at his desk and goes back to writing in his journal. You rub your hands with an alcohol wipe and smear the ointment on the wound. Since you’ve begun treating your own wound, it hurts less every time you touch it. The ointment sits on your wound as your press the large bandage to your skin. “Alright, I’ll see you around, Doc.” You say with a final goodbye. 

Maria catches sight of you and waves you over., “Hey, girly, can I get you to help me clean and decorate the barn?” Work doesn’t begin for w few days so you figure, what’s a couple of hours of helping Maria? She hands you a broom and tells you to start sweeping. You press play on your mp3 player and listen to the music play as you sweep with Maria. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard actual music sung by their artist.” She sways to the music, enjoying the tune and the familiarity of it.

“We come bearing the grill, my love!” Tommy yells loudly as he and Joel carry the grill inside. Joel sets it down grumbling about a fire hazard. “Why thank you, Tommy.” Maria purrs at her husband, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. He smiles proudly as Joel finishes setting up the grill. 

“How’s the wound, Ponder?” Tommy asks you.

“Ponder?” You question, shoving your stray hair behind your ear. He laughs, “Yeah, like across the pond, ponder?” Joel scoffs at him, “You’re an idiot.”

Tommy chuckles, “You’re related to me, what’s that make you?”

“The smart sibling.”

You stifle a laugh and Tommy feigns shock, “Are you on his side now!” Joel smiles at his brother's dramatics and looks over at you, you look back over at him and cock your head. “No sides, Tommy, sod off.” You laugh at his distress. Joel smiles at you too, you felt your knees wobble for a moment. You regain your composure quickly, looking away from Joel’s charming smile.

Maria locks eyes with you, “Oh my god, wait, how are you and Felix?” Maria asks with a wink, releasing her husband's arm. Joel straightens his posture and motions to Tommy. You assume they have more to gather before the event and you lean against the pole. “What do you mean?” You ask, brushing your hand over your forehead. 

“Are you two a thing? Boy’s got eyes for you, babe.” She smirks as she scoops up the pile of hay you both just finished sweeping up. You shake your head, “No, Felix is like my brother. Could never see him that way.” You found your thoughts drifting to Joel, who you had most certainly thought of that way. His salt-and-pepper locks and unruly facial hair made your resolve weak, whenever he was around, it took everything within you not to melt away. The forever permanent crease between his brows and the age of his skin added to the attraction that is Joel Miller. “He was ransacking the Starbucks by the baggage claim when I found him. He helped me out of the airport, the front door had been impossibly barricaded. We spent a few years on the road before we heard about Jackson.” You explain, shoving hay into a wheelbarrow for the horses to munch on. Maria listens quietly, processing what you’ve told her, “Well, kid, I think he thinks there’s a possibility. If there isn’t you need to tell him.” 

“I don't want to lose him or like… upset him, I owe him my life,” You said quietly, nearing a whisper. Maria looks at you, concern all over her face, “Sweetie,” 

“Please don’t.”

“Well, we’re done cleaning up, you’re free to go.” She says, lifting the wheelbarrow up and pushing it toward the exit. Felix’s brown hair flicks in the wind as he stands outside the barn waiting for you. It’s not like Felix was ugly, he had the looks and the charm to drop the panties off anyone but… you couldn’t get yourself to like him in that way. Sometimes you beat yourself up over it, he saved his life and you can’t fucking suck it up and fall in love with him? The nights he fed you before he fed himself weren’t enough to pull even the slightest sliver of romantic love for him out. Felix stressed for days after you were stabbed, searching his damned hardest for any kind of medication to help you, and yet you can’t love him. Felix lifts his eyes to look at you, his typical charming smile on full display. His blue eyes were shining in the sunlight calling out to you and begging for you to fall. You couldn’t do it. You walk over to him, placing a smile on your face as you exit the building. “I was thinking we get dinner to go tonight.” He suggests before turning to face the direction of the canteen. 

“Sounds good.”

“Fel…” You start off gently.

“Yeah, hun?” He answers, shoving another fork full of food into his mouth. You push the food around your plate and sigh, “Eventually, you’re gonna have to make friends.”

“I have you, what else do I need?” He asks, his mouth full of food, “Besides, being here doesn’t mean I have to make friends.” 

You shove your food toward the middle of the table and stand up, “You’re impossible sometimes.” You quickly hurry up the stairs and into your bedroom. You push the lock in and sit down at the base of the door. Another thing about Felix? He’s as stubborn as a bull, he’s probably a fucking Taurus, you think before burying your face in your hands. Felix always had to reject change, he always wanted it to just be him and you on the road. Anytime someone good enough to join you two came along, he denied and continued to deny until you gave in. 

Maybe if you tried a little bit harder to love him, you could. Perhaps instead of obsessing over your safety, you could channel it into falling in love with someone who clearly wants you…

[josephquinnswhore]

Baby, Baby - pedro pascal x female reader

Summary: After years of struggling to conceive you finally fall pregnant. You are blessed with a miracle you could've only dreamed of.

Word Count: 1.5k

Content Warning: pregnant reader, twins, mentions of past infertility-struggling to get pregnant.

As soon as you found out you were pregnant both you and Pedro were ecstatic, you’d been actively trying for years with no success. As soon as it was confirmed he started buying pink beanies and outfits like you already knew the gender. He claimed he “just knew” it was a girl. You’d claimed you felt it was a boy, the foods you were craving; googling old wives' tales to which gender you were carrying.

You announced your pregnancy privately to friends and family at 16 weeks, freshly into your second trimester. You send a few pics of your stomach as your bump became noticeable to family, they all claimed “you looked big” for how far along you were which bothered you, nothing wrong with showing big, it meant your baby was healthy.

Your body flinches as the ultrasound technician squirts a clear gel on your stomach, “sorry love, feeling okay?” Her glasses-clad eyes met yours in question with a smile on her face, you nodded, mirroring her bright smile.

“Would you like to know the gender sweetheart?” The woman clicked on her keypad looking at the computer to capture the image, knowing whether you were carrying a boy or a girl. You couldn’t lie, you were tempted. Very tempted. However, Pedro crossed your mind, and you thought it would be unfair if you got to know the gender before him. It was a moment you wanted to share together the moment you found out you were pregnant.

“No thank you, I’d like it in an envelope if you don’t mind.”

She removed the wand from your stomach and half-heartedly wiped off some of the gel, the remainder sending shivers down your body as it was exposed to the cold air. She offered you some paper towel and you accepted graciously, wiping off what you could of the sticky gel, it seemingly not wanting to leave the warmth of your stomach.

The woman beside you offered you a hand to sit upright and handed you a white envelope, the outline of the results visible through the sheer paper.

“Congratulations on your pregnancy, everything looks healthy!” She exclaims excitedly. You offer a smile and a small thank you, paying your small fee for the appointment at the front counter.

You turn on the heater as soon as you get in the car, rubbing your hands together for some warmth. Pedro’s oversized sweater started to itch your skin, alas you lean into the warmth of it for some comfort as you start the drive home.

You tossed your purse onto the lounge and the results on the kitchen counter, keeping you company as you make yourself a cup of tea. Your hands wrapping around the boiling cup in hope of some relief of the cool burn on your fingertips.

Sitting at the dining table you text Pedro to let him know you’re home, he replied within the minute telling you he’s on his way home and he had told his agent to reschedule his interview for another day.

Pedro doesn’t waste any time to kick his shoes by the door and rush to find you, sitting at the table with an empty cup of tea, sitting on your phone, eyebrows furrowed in concentration; you must be reading he concludes.

Your face and body relax simultaneously as you feel a pair of familiar warm hands around your swollen stomach, his head nestled into the crook of your neck you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your shoulder, you hum in content and lean into his touch. “How you feelin’ mama?” His voice sent shivers down your spine and definitely not the fact he’d called you mama. “Good baby, how bout we read these results hm, waited long enough already.” Your hand caressing Pedro’s as he unwrapped his arms from you and sitting in the chair beside you, your body reluctant to let go of the warmth his body provided yours.

Your eyes drinking him in as you get a good look at him for the first time today, of course he was as handsome as ever. The navy blue ‘Fraggle Rock’ hoodie slightly big on him, but fit well enough that the broadness of his shoulders and thickness of his arms could be seen, his brown hair tousled from what you assume had been from wearing his hood to protect the coldness from his ears and neck. Stubble growing back in patches on his face, his brown eyes watching you with excitement and nervousness he couldn’t contain through bouncing his knee restlessly.

You rest your hand on his knee and caress it, his leg immediately ceasing movement, relaxing immediately under your touch. A silent reassurance of I’ve got you.

You pick up the envelope anxiously, picking at the lip that sealed the results, the glue sticking to your fingers as you tear the lip off the back of the envelope, your hands shaking. You sigh loudly trying to rid the anxiety, “I’m so nervous Pedrito I don’t know if I can read it,” your eyes met his as you but your lip, “could you?” Pedro’s body relaxed and his hand covered yours to stop the trembling, taking the envelope from your hand, “I got it baby.” He assured, you immediately felt relieved, the pressure of it all just felt too much.

You watched him intensely as his thumb and pointer finger slid through the open envelope and pulled out the stack of paper that was previously concealed, now open for you to see.

His eyes scanned the paper and his brows met his eyes as he frowned shaking his head, “this can’t be right.” Anxiety consumed your voice, “what is it??” You felt your anxiety rising and bile climbing your throat begging to be let out, your hands snatching the results in a panic before Pedro could reply, as he momentarily froze in shock.

Your eyes scanning the results as you read;

‘Baby A - confirmed girl’ ‘Baby B - confirmed boy’

You read the notes below; “fraternal twins”

You discarded the paper and found the ultrasound images, confirming two babies growing inside you, both growing from their own animatic sacs, both sourcing their nutrition from their own placentas.

Oh shit. You were having twins.

You somehow managed to close your mouth as you both sat in shock, Pedro seeming to come out of it quicker than you, the anxiousness in his body replaced with excitement.

“Twins baby, can you believe it. We’re so lucky.” His voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to startle you. Pedro’s hand held your own as he gestured for you up to stand, he pulled you to his body, your back to his front he held you and swayed.

You didn’t need music, the silence was welcome as you two held each other, words weren’t necessary as you both silently accepted this surprise for a miracle after trying for many years.

“We should probably start thinking of names y’know. I’m thinking Jose Junior.” The amusement in his voice made you spin, his arms still holding you as you jokingly smacked his arm as you both laughed.

“Yeah and we should name our daughter Josefa.” You laughed sarcastically but Pedro didn’t laugh, instead something twinkled in his eyes, confirming your thoughts, he liked the name.

“Would it be so bad if we did?” The way his eyes sparkled, the hope they held, how could you turn him down.

“Course not baby, I think it’s beautiful, if that’s what you want,” Pedro shook his head and leaned down to press his forehead to your own, “what we want, baby.”

You smiled as his lips met your own in a slow kiss where you both succumbed to the love that surrounded you, filling you up and breathing it in like a toxic gas that made you delirious.

You pulled away as a soft grunt left your lips and held your stomach as your two babies did what you could only assume were doing gymnastics in your womb. “God they’re active today,” you pull Pedro’s hand to your stomach as they kick, tears silently swelling and falling down his cheeks as he smiled; the first time he got to feel his babies, a sign of comfort and reassurance they were healthy and strong.

He knelt down and held your back, kissing your swollen stomach, “you two be nice to your mama kay?” His words encouraged the babies to roll around more and it made you both laugh, “they just love their daddy.” Pedro’s eyes met yours as he looked up at you, a darkness in them as a need for you became overwhelming. “Do you?” You smiled as Pedro stood up, not knowing he was expecting an answer, he stood above you and caressed your face starring into your soul through your eyes, “wont ask again baby, do you love your daddy?” You smiled and nodded, “love my daddy more than anyone.” Pedro picked you up which made you squeal, holding on by wrapping your hands around his neck as he carried you to your bedroom, “maybe we can get a third baby in there, what do you think mama?” His dark eyes met yours as he started kissing your neck, his warm lips sucking on a soft spot on your neck earning a soft moan from you. Without thinking you answer; “We could do three.” Pedro laughed and kissed your swollen stomach knowing you definitely couldn’t do three. Maybe in a couple years, whenever you were all ready you’d consider it, for now you were happy with the four of you.

[pedropascal-y]

@lovers-liability thank you for tagging me in the game 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[pedropascal-y]

listening to my mp3 playlist onn spotify and wonderwall came on and i got flashbacks to playing THE LITTLE BOY in the giving tree play and then singing this in front of the whole summer camp.

i am a woman who uses she/they pronouns and i was so uncomfortable being the boy in the play. all the other people in the group refused and so i HAD to be the boy

[pedropascal-y]

(obviously, my master list is still being worked on, this is not it's final form)

Series:

Look Away From Me - Beginning - Newest

Across The Pond - Beginning - Newest

One shots:

coming soon

Edits:

Joel Miller || Kyrptonite || ThreeDoorsDown

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my zombie apocalypse-inspired playlist - ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚