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my cherry pie cutie pie

summary: where joel had a bad day. you try to help with a sweet treat and warm meal but he really is just a grumpy tired old man after all.

warnings: grumpy!joel (with good reason) no outbreak!joel, cursing, no use of y/n, pet names, fluff, slight angst, argument.

my note: haii first fic on here lmk what u think and what i can improve on ! be nice tho >:(

listen to cherry by ldr :)

it had a been a great day for you to say the least.

you had spent the entirety of the warm summer day cleaning. while that may not be the most exciting of tasks it didn't matter because you were also making a delicious pie. cherry pies weren't your favorite but they were his. baking was more than a love language to you. it was a way of giving back. not just to friends and family. but to a man that deserves it.

while you were prancing around the kitchen in your white tank top and long flowy skirt, joel was running errands.

that morning he woke up at 7 sharp to you snoring softly with your hair made a mess. he could feel his mood sour since the second he woke up. like he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. nevertheless, he chuckled at the view, pressed a soft kiss to your temple and whispered a "goodmornin' baby" before he quietly freshened up with a shower and left your house leaving you in your warm bed cuddled up with your orange cat. the one he said got in the way but always ended up feeding and giving treats to.

he was off work that friday but had errands to run so he decided it would be better to get them out of the way sooner than later. he was tired shitless since he had been working late.

he knew you would have some sort of pastry for him to try when he got back and that's what he would spend the entire day anticipating. seeing you wait for his reaction hoping that just like every time, he would enjoy every bite and still ask for seconds.

he arrived at the construction supply store as he needed white paint for a white wall in your room you wanted him to paint for you. as you said it wasn't the right shade of white. he wasn't sure what that meant but was willing to fix what you thought needed fixin. as long as it kept you happy.

he was in and out of the store in 20 minutes and placed the can of paint in the bed of his truck before driving away to the grocery store. he only needed to pick up some meat for grilling and a couple spices.

by this time you were awake. you had risen to no joel next to you. you checked your phone and opened it to a message from him.

"came to run some errands. fed the cat and left some oatmeal on the stove for you. be home in a couple hours. i love you" -2 hrs ago

you decided to also start your day. you had breakfast, took a shower and did daily tasks like making the bed and did a few dishes. you wanted to have some lunch ready for him when he came back so you prepared some sandwiches loaded with lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and condiments. you prepared a pitcher of iced tea and got to working on some made from scratch pie.

you cleaned as you went and by this time it had been about 5 hours since joel left your home. the pie was in the oven and you had some sandwiches and iced tea waiting for him in the fridge.

you heard joel's truck pulling in.

he walked into the house but he looked as angry as ever. as he placed the grocery bags on the counter you ask.

"hey baby what's wrong?"

"stupid motherfucker at the store didn't shut the paint tin right n' there's white paint all in the bed of my truck" he replied. low and angry.

you furrow your brows and walk out to the parked car to see the damage done.

it was definitely worth being angry about.

you walk back into the house and to lighten up the mood say,

"atleast we know it's the right shade of white, right?" chuckling. he doesn't laugh, all you got was a side eye and sigh that made you feel awkward. then his phone rang. he emits another sigh.

"alright man ill go in. alright no problem, be there soon" he hangs up the phone on his boss and his hands rub his eyes as if hes only just imagining the day ahead of him.

you look at him like you were asking what happened. without having to ask he only says

"theyre makin me go in, something about mark bein too sick to go"

"oh, well i made some sandwiches for you to have around this time ill pack one for you" you say enthusiastically as if it was fate you had food ready for him.

"oh it's no use i'll be late if i stay here any longer. i'll buy somethin near the site." he says almost dismissing you.

"well okay, love you!" you say as he paces out of the door. only to be met with a shut door behind him.

"he didn't mean to close it so harshly."

"he didn't hear me."

it wasn't hard to convince yourself, he was having a bad day and now they even call him into work. you were understanding.

it was around 7 pm and you had a nice dinner ready.

you cooked the meat joel had planned to spend the day grilling outside along with oven roasted veggies and mashed potatoes. you were starving but still wanted to wait for joel to come back from work to enjoy your food and dessert together.

you decide to put on a movie while you wait for him, only to end up falling asleep.

you woke up 30 minutes later to joel taking his boots and coat off. you jump up to give him a hug.

"i missed you" you muttered into his neck. he smelled of man. you loved it. you didn't ask about his day. he was almost glad. he didn't want to talk about how he was counting down the hours to just come home and relax.

"i did too" he says low, voice aching with a tiredness not even sleep could fix .but you didn't wanna let go. you had spent the entire day anticipating him getting home what more could you ask for than a hug and dinner with a side of chit chat.

you finally let go.

"i made you dinner and some pie too!" you were excited to be in his presence. to marinate in his smell and give him the gift of a full stomach after a long day. he was excited too, but to relax. he wasn't feeling conversational and had forgotten about the tart sweet cherry pie waiting for him.

"alright alright let me go shower." he said as he walked down the hallway. you expected him to want to eat as soon as he got home. you as well were very hungry.

you grab his arm and as he turns around you exclaim "oh, don't you want to eat first? foods still warm! and i set the table, ooh! and i bought some napkins with lil cherries on 'em thought it fit the-" you say with a smile but he's quick to cut you off.

"can i not just shower really quick? it'll only be a minute" he almost had an attitude.

"well okay don't be too long though!" you say sarcastically as he just walks into the bathroom.

you don't think much of the encounter as you have been justifying his mood with the day he's had. you try to understand.

you finish plating the food just as he get out of the shower. he looks unreal. a salt and pepper man with wet hair, an old tee and pajama pants is a view you'll never get tired of.

"look at you old man, looking as handsome as ever" you say smoothly as you smile and reach out to hug him. he doesn't hug you back.

"now that i think about it im not all that hungry, sugar go 'head n' eat without me"

"can't you atleast try my food? doesn't it look great, i made your favorite pie too"

you weren't upset he didn't want to eat, it's that he didn't consider the time you spent and the work it took to make the food. not that you would ever complain, you enjoyed the process. that doesn't mean it wasn't tiring. you wanted to feel rewarded by him and the faces he would make when eating the dishes you prepare him.

"i’m real tired darlin' im sure it tastes just fine."

"just fine?!" it wasn't the use of words that pissed you off, it was the tone. he was dismissive.

"you know what i meant." his patience started to run thin. all he wanted was to relax.

"i waited all day for you!" you raised your voice slightly without noticing.

"i never asked you to do that! i never asked for all this, did i? i'm sorry i have a job and a life i need to take care of! sorry i don't spend my days sleeping and bakin lil cakes!" he didn't mean to yell, he hadn't even noticed he did until he saw your eyes pool with tears at the thought of him thinking you had no life. that you had no struggle or purpose other than being in the kitchen or in bed sound asleep.

although that's not what he meant, it is certainly how you took it.

you didn't want to keep arguing. but you were hurt. you took a deep breath as a tear fell down your face.

you walked away.

you went to your bedroom as your appetite disappeared into thin air leaving joel in the kitchen regretting his words. it was never in his intentions to say something so cruel and it was definitely never in his intentions to make you feel the way he did.

you did your nightly routine not even wondering what he was doing or where in your home he was. you just knew you didn't want to speak to him. you cared for him, you cooked for him, you even baked a pie flavor you'd never eat if he weren't there and he still found a way to make things your fault.

you slid into your bed and as you were about to shuffle over to turn the lamp off you hear a knock at the door.

"hey darlin? can i come in?" his voice was low, regret spilling out of his lips with every word.

"what do you need joel" you were angry, and hungry.

"brought you a lil somethin, can't let my girl go on into bed hungry"

you get out of bed to open the door and find joel with a wooden tray. on it was the food you prepared, re heated with two slices of pie on the side. each with their respective plates.

"i’m real sorry sugar, had no idea what was goin through my head speakin to you that way." he puts the tray down on your vanity and pulls you in for a hug. "do you really think i have no life? baking and cooking makes me happy but it's not all i do." you asked quietly.

"i was pissed off at the wrong person today, i didn't speak out of sincerity i spoke out of emotion, of course i don't believe what i said." you could feel the regret was really settling in.

"it's okay joel, i understand today was a rough day" you knew his attitude didn't come from no where. "don't matter sweetheart, you didn't deserve that, that's for sure" he reassured

you pull away slightly from the hug and his lips meet yours. it was a well needed kiss. you lead him to your bed as he picked up the wooden tray, careful not to drop anything "shall we feast?" he fakes a british accent.

"feast we shall." you mock.

it was the sweetest ending to any day.

[millersbby]

my cherry pie cutie pie

summary: where joel had a bad day. you try to help with a sweet treat and warm meal but he really is just a grumpy tired old man after all.

warnings: grumpy!joel (with good reason) no outbreak!joel, cursing, no use of y/n, pet names, fluff, slight angst, argument.

my note: haii first fic on here lmk what u think and what i can improve on ! be nice tho >:(

listen to cherry by ldr :)

it had a been a great day for you to say the least.

you had spent the entirety of the warm summer day cleaning. while that may not be the most exciting of tasks it didn't matter because you were also making a delicious pie. cherry pies weren't your favorite but they were his. baking was more than a love language to you. it was a way of giving back. not just to friends and family. but to a man that deserves it.

while you were prancing around the kitchen in your white tank top and long flowy skirt, joel was running errands.

that morning he woke up at 7 sharp to you snoring softly with your hair made a mess. he could feel his mood sour since the second he woke up. like he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. nevertheless, he chuckled at the view, pressed a soft kiss to your temple and whispered a "goodmornin' baby" before he quietly freshened up with a shower and left your house leaving you in your warm bed cuddled up with your orange cat. the one he said got in the way but always ended up feeding and giving treats to.

he was off work that friday but had errands to run so he decided it would be better to get them out of the way sooner than later. he was tired shitless since he had been working late.

he knew you would have some sort of pastry for him to try when he got back and that's what he would spend the entire day anticipating. seeing you wait for his reaction hoping that just like every time, he would enjoy every bite and still ask for seconds.

he arrived at the construction supply store as he needed white paint for a white wall in your room you wanted him to paint for you. as you said it wasn't the right shade of white. he wasn't sure what that meant but was willing to fix what you thought needed fixin. as long as it kept you happy.

he was in and out of the store in 20 minutes and placed the can of paint in the bed of his truck before driving away to the grocery store. he only needed to pick up some meat for grilling and a couple spices.

by this time you were awake. you had risen to no joel next to you. you checked your phone and opened it to a message from him.

"came to run some errands. fed the cat and left some oatmeal on the stove for you. be home in a couple hours. i love you" -2 hrs ago

you decided to also start your day. you had breakfast, took a shower and did daily tasks like making the bed and did a few dishes. you wanted to have some lunch ready for him when he came back so you prepared some sandwiches loaded with lettuce, cheese, tomatoes and condiments. you prepared a pitcher of iced tea and got to working on some made from scratch pie.

you cleaned as you went and by this time it had been about 5 hours since joel left your home. the pie was in the oven and you had some sandwiches and iced tea waiting for him in the fridge.

you heard joel's truck pulling in.

he walked into the house but he looked as angry as ever. as he placed the grocery bags on the counter you ask.

"hey baby what's wrong?"

"stupid motherfucker at the store didn't shut the paint tin right n' there's white paint all in the bed of my truck" he replied. low and angry.

you furrow your brows and walk out to the parked car to see the damage done.

it was definitely worth being angry about.

you walk back into the house and to lighten up the mood say,

"atleast we know it's the right shade of white, right?" chuckling. he doesn't laugh, all you got was a side eye and sigh that made you feel awkward. then his phone rang. he emits another sigh.

"alright man ill go in. alright no problem, be there soon" he hangs up the phone on his boss and his hands rub his eyes as if hes only just imagining the day ahead of him.

you look at him like you were asking what happened. without having to ask he only says

"theyre makin me go in, something about mark bein too sick to go"

"oh, well i made some sandwiches for you to have around this time ill pack one for you" you say enthusiastically as if it was fate you had food ready for him.

"oh it's no use i'll be late if i stay here any longer. i'll buy somethin near the site." he says almost dismissing you.

"well okay, love you!" you say as he paces out of the door. only to be met with a shut door behind him.

"he didn't mean to close it so harshly."

"he didn't hear me."

it wasn't hard to convince yourself, he was having a bad day and now they even call him into work. you were understanding.

it was around 7 pm and you had a nice dinner ready.

you cooked the meat joel had planned to spend the day grilling outside along with oven roasted veggies and mashed potatoes. you were starving but still wanted to wait for joel to come back from work to enjoy your food and dessert together.

you decide to put on a movie while you wait for him, only to end up falling asleep.

you woke up 30 minutes later to joel taking his boots and coat off. you jump up to give him a hug.

"i missed you" you muttered into his neck. he smelled of man. you loved it. you didn't ask about his day. he was almost glad. he didn't want to talk about how he was counting down the hours to just come home and relax.

"i did too" he says low, voice aching with a tiredness not even sleep could fix .but you didn't wanna let go. you had spent the entire day anticipating him getting home what more could you ask for than a hug and dinner with a side of chit chat.

you finally let go.

"i made you dinner and some pie too!" you were excited to be in his presence. to marinate in his smell and give him the gift of a full stomach after a long day. he was excited too, but to relax. he wasn't feeling conversational and had forgotten about the tart sweet cherry pie waiting for him.

"alright alright let me go shower." he said as he walked down the hallway. you expected him to want to eat as soon as he got home. you as well were very hungry.

you grab his arm and as he turns around you exclaim "oh, don't you want to eat first? foods still warm! and i set the table, ooh! and i bought some napkins with lil cherries on 'em thought it fit the-" you say with a smile but he's quick to cut you off.

"can i not just shower really quick? it'll only be a minute" he almost had an attitude.

"well okay don't be too long though!" you say sarcastically as he just walks into the bathroom.

you don't think much of the encounter as you have been justifying his mood with the day he's had. you try to understand.

you finish plating the food just as he get out of the shower. he looks unreal. a salt and pepper man with wet hair, an old tee and pajama pants is a view you'll never get tired of.

"look at you old man, looking as handsome as ever" you say smoothly as you smile and reach out to hug him. he doesn't hug you back.

"now that i think about it im not all that hungry, sugar go 'head n' eat without me"

"can't you atleast try my food? doesn't it look great, i made your favorite pie too"

you weren't upset he didn't want to eat, it's that he didn't consider the time you spent and the work it took to make the food. not that you would ever complain, you enjoyed the process. that doesn't mean it wasn't tiring. you wanted to feel rewarded by him and the faces he would make when eating the dishes you prepare him.

"i’m real tired darlin' im sure it tastes just fine."

"just fine?!" it wasn't the use of words that pissed you off, it was the tone. he was dismissive.

"you know what i meant." his patience started to run thin. all he wanted was to relax.

"i waited all day for you!" you raised your voice slightly without noticing.

"i never asked you to do that! i never asked for all this, did i? i'm sorry i have a job and a life i need to take care of! sorry i don't spend my days sleeping and bakin lil cakes!" he didn't mean to yell, he hadn't even noticed he did until he saw your eyes pool with tears at the thought of him thinking you had no life. that you had no struggle or purpose other than being in the kitchen or in bed sound asleep.

although that's not what he meant, it is certainly how you took it.

you didn't want to keep arguing. but you were hurt. you took a deep breath as a tear fell down your face.

you walked away.

you went to your bedroom as your appetite disappeared into thin air leaving joel in the kitchen regretting his words. it was never in his intentions to say something so cruel and it was definitely never in his intentions to make you feel the way he did.

you did your nightly routine not even wondering what he was doing or where in your home he was. you just knew you didn't want to speak to him. you cared for him, you cooked for him, you even baked a pie flavor you'd never eat if he weren't there and he still found a way to make things your fault.

you slid into your bed and as you were about to shuffle over to turn the lamp off you hear a knock at the door.

"hey darlin? can i come in?" his voice was low, regret spilling out of his lips with every word.

"what do you need joel" you were angry, and hungry.

"brought you a lil somethin, can't let my girl go on into bed hungry"

you get out of bed to open the door and find joel with a wooden tray. on it was the food you prepared, re heated with two slices of pie on the side. each with their respective plates.

"i’m real sorry sugar, had no idea what was goin through my head speakin to you that way." he puts the tray down on your vanity and pulls you in for a hug. "do you really think i have no life? baking and cooking makes me happy but it's not all i do." you asked quietly.

"i was pissed off at the wrong person today, i didn't speak out of sincerity i spoke out of emotion, of course i don't believe what i said." you could feel the regret was really settling in.

"it's okay joel, i understand today was a rough day" you knew his attitude didn't come from no where. "don't matter sweetheart, you didn't deserve that, that's for sure" he reassured

you pull away slightly from the hug and his lips meet yours. it was a well needed kiss. you lead him to your bed as he picked up the wooden tray, careful not to drop anything "shall we feast?" he fakes a british accent.

"feast we shall." you mock.

it was the sweetest ending to any day.

[millersbby]

hi cutiess

im going to start writing some joel miller fics! realized instead of reading sm i should try it out! let me know for any ideas! all requests will be looked into! already got some oneshot ideas up my sleeves!!