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I'll Go Wherever You Wanna Take Me Beautiful!

Joel Miller x F!you

S.M.U.T

Info/warnings - Fem reader, no descriptions, this was a little drabble/one-shot I was writing on a break. It was supposed to go all the way, but my break ended and I had to go back to work which killed the horn and therefore the inspiration. But please enjoy what was written anyway.

“’m sorry honey, ‘m just too tired,”

“Not all of you is tired,” you caress his hardening cock over his jeans,

“He’s never tired for you,” he gives a little smirk. “I jus’ don’t have the energy to treat you right,” he places a soft kiss on your lips, savouring their sweetness.

“That’s okay, if you like I can do the work and make us both feel good,”

“Yeah?” his dark eyes shone.

“Yeah,”

 “Then lead the way baby,”

You have him laid on the bed, pillow under his head for comfort, watching as you take his cock as far down your throat as you can, your body jerking as you gag.

“Goddamn baby, if I didn’t want you to ride me so bad you’d have me cumming in that pretty mouth…mmm, so fuckin’ good,”

He smiles at you as you kiss your way up his body, chaste presses of your love and desire tattooed into his skin. Time is spent kissing his neck, gently biting his earlobe because you know it makes him shiver. As you finally reach his lips he is wanting; strong tongue invading your mouth; but you don’t stop there, you continue the climb up your lover’s strong frame. As your knees pass his shoulders, he has a shit eating grin on his face as he savours the view of your glistening pussy above him. His hands caress over your thighs and hips, squeezing here and there, from above him you hear a quiet “Fuck,” As he watches a string of your slick slowly drip down and land on his chin, his tongue immediately seeking it out.

“C’mere darlin’” he encourages you to take a load off. He may not have the energy to give you the fucking you deserve but you will not leave his bed unsatisfied. He smears your slick with broad swipes of his tongue before pushing it inside you, groaning softly at the sounds you’re making above him. When you’re gently rocking your hips, he knows you’re right where he wants you. He pulls you harshly against his face, wrapping his plush lips around your clit, flicking and circling his tongue making you writhe above him, breathy calls of his name as you play with your nipples, squeezing and pulling to add to the building pleasure in your core. He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around nothing, then suddenly, there it is, your release, back arching, hips bucking, breath gasping, no care for him being underneath you, just pure pleasure, and he loved it! He watched with eager eyes every time, and with each orgasm he pulled from you, the more beautiful you became.

You were almost cat-like as you carefully shifted on wobbly thighs to settle yourself straddling his hips. He was a sight to behold, his mouth and beard soaked, an almost dazed smile on his face as his dark gaze traversed the plains of your body.

“You feelin’ okay?” you ask, running soothing hands over his chest and stomach,

“Havin’ had a beautiful woman cum all over my face? I’d say ‘m in a pretty good place,” he smiled.

“Can I take you to a better place?” you start grinding your soaked lips over his hard length as it lays trapped beneath you.

“I will go wherever you wanna take me beautiful,”

“Then relax cowboy, this lady is goin’ for a ride,”

“Yes Ma’am!”

The stretch doesn’t shock you anymore, you wait for it, savour it, that first feeling of the ultimate act of intimacy. You sink down steadily, enjoying every delicious inch he has to offer as his girth pushes you open. You are both equally satisfied as your hips finally sit flush with his. You grind against him, taking a few moments for yourself, affording Joel the chance to really touch you. Callused but tender hands encourage the movement of your hips before sliding up your waist to firmly cup your breasts; flesh spilling between his outstretched fingers as he squeezes firmly.

“Mmm! Feel so good baby,” you promise him. He sits up to kiss you, it’s slow and passionate, the kiss he gives you when he struggles saying those three little words. You run your fingers into his hair and respond in kind as you encourage him to lay back and give him that ride you promised, leaning back so he had a front row seat to the show. Able to watch as you take him over and over into the clutch of your gorgeous pussy, the sound of it alone enough to send his pleasure sky rocketing.

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Thanks so much for including me.

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@swiftispunk @joelscruff Joel Shared + Flesh and Metal

@fuckyeahdindjarin Joel Butter

@tightjeansjavi Joel As Natural As Another Leg Around You in the Bed Frame 

@ezrasbirdie Joel Observations

@beskarandblasters Joel Mothman Fever + Pillow Queen

@pedropascalsx Joel Peaches / Dave Kinktober Mutual Masturbation / Frankie Kinktober Virginity 

@eupheme Joel Looking Back

@whatsnewalycat Joel What Do You Need?

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Joel The Artist and the Builder 

@scarerjh Joel I’ll Go Wherever You Wanna Take Me Beautiful!

@undercoverpena Javier Come Away With Me and We’ll Kiss / Joel Comfort Came Against My Will

@cool-iguana Javier Feeling Better

@wheresarizona Javier Terra Incognita

@psychedelic-ink Oberyn + Max A Court of Fangs and Foxgloves / Joel Biting Down + On Your Mark + That Pretty Girlfriend/ Frankie Fuck It I Love You

@veritable-trash Oberyn May Our Flowers Always Bloom 

@novemberrain-writes Oberyn Whumptober Poisoned

@sirowsky Oberyn The Old Prince

@stardustandskycrystals Frankie To Get Away From It All

@youvebeenlivingfictional Frankie Kinktober Day 2

@littlemisspascal Frankie Bitter Ends Turn Sweet in Time 

@insomniamamma Ezra Gravity / Frankie We Came Along This Road 

@moonlight-prose Din Love is a Fire That Burns Unseen / Joel Thrills

@ladamedusoif Din Tempered in the Fire

@bits-and-babs Din Keen

@clareguilty Din Hunted

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Max Vampire Waltz

@agentwhiskeysdarlin Whiskey Fooled Around and Fell in Love

@blueeyesatnight Marcus M What Do You Think They Called Us?  / Marcus P Midnight Surprise

@never--doubt Marcus P Stay a Little While Longer

@flightlessangelwings Pero Kinktober Overstimulation

@oogaboogasphincter Dave Black Jaguar

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I'll Go Wherever You Wanna Take Me Beautiful!

Joel Miller x F!you

S.M.U.T

Info/warnings - Fem reader, no descriptions, this was a little drabble/one-shot I was writing on a break. It was supposed to go all the way, but my break ended and I had to go back to work which killed the horn and therefore the inspiration. But please enjoy what was written anyway.

“’m sorry honey, ‘m just too tired,”

“Not all of you is tired,” you caress his hardening cock over his jeans,

“He’s never tired for you,” he gives a little smirk. “I jus’ don’t have the energy to treat you right,” he places a soft kiss on your lips, savouring their sweetness.

“That’s okay, if you like I can do the work and make us both feel good,”

“Yeah?” his dark eyes shone.

“Yeah,”

 “Then lead the way baby,”

You have him laid on the bed, pillow under his head for comfort, watching as you take his cock as far down your throat as you can, your body jerking as you gag.

“Goddamn baby, if I didn’t want you to ride me so bad you’d have me cumming in that pretty mouth…mmm, so fuckin’ good,”

He smiles at you as you kiss your way up his body, chaste presses of your love and desire tattooed into his skin. Time is spent kissing his neck, gently biting his earlobe because you know it makes him shiver. As you finally reach his lips he is wanting; strong tongue invading your mouth; but you don’t stop there, you continue the climb up your lover’s strong frame. As your knees pass his shoulders, he has a shit eating grin on his face as he savours the view of your glistening pussy above him. His hands caress over your thighs and hips, squeezing here and there, from above him you hear a quiet “Fuck,” As he watches a string of your slick slowly drip down and land on his chin, his tongue immediately seeking it out.

“C’mere darlin’” he encourages you to take a load off. He may not have the energy to give you the fucking you deserve but you will not leave his bed unsatisfied. He smears your slick with broad swipes of his tongue before pushing it inside you, groaning softly at the sounds you’re making above him. When you’re gently rocking your hips, he knows you’re right where he wants you. He pulls you harshly against his face, wrapping his plush lips around your clit, flicking and circling his tongue making you writhe above him, breathy calls of his name as you play with your nipples, squeezing and pulling to add to the building pleasure in your core. He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around nothing, then suddenly, there it is, your release, back arching, hips bucking, breath gasping, no care for him being underneath you, just pure pleasure, and he loved it! He watched with eager eyes every time, and with each orgasm he pulled from you, the more beautiful you became.

You were almost cat-like as you carefully shifted on wobbly thighs to settle yourself straddling his hips. He was a sight to behold, his mouth and beard soaked, an almost dazed smile on his face as his dark gaze traversed the plains of your body.

“You feelin’ okay?” you ask, running soothing hands over his chest and stomach,

“Havin’ had a beautiful woman cum all over my face? I’d say ‘m in a pretty good place,” he smiled.

“Can I take you to a better place?” you start grinding your soaked lips over his hard length as it lays trapped beneath you.

“I will go wherever you wanna take me beautiful,”

“Then relax cowboy, this lady is goin’ for a ride,”

“Yes Ma’am!”

The stretch doesn’t shock you anymore, you wait for it, savour it, that first feeling of the ultimate act of intimacy. You sink down steadily, enjoying every delicious inch he has to offer as his girth pushes you open. You are both equally satisfied as your hips finally sit flush with his. You grind against him, taking a few moments for yourself, affording Joel the chance to really touch you. Callused but tender hands encourage the movement of your hips before sliding up your waist to firmly cup your breasts; flesh spilling between his outstretched fingers as he squeezes firmly.

“Mmm! Feel so good baby,” you promise him. He sits up to kiss you, it’s slow and passionate, the kiss he gives you when he struggles saying those three little words. You run your fingers into his hair and respond in kind as you encourage him to lay back and give him that ride you promised, leaning back so he had a front row seat to the show. Able to watch as you take him over and over into the clutch of your gorgeous pussy, the sound of it alone enough to send his pleasure sky rocketing.

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Lots of like but few reblogs so doing it myself.

Love Machine

Dieter Bravo x gn!you

Summary: One shot. Dieter just wants to make you smile.

Notes: Dieter is an absolute simp when he finds his person.

“Hey sweet thing,” Dieter greeted you as soon as you got home, taking your bag off your shoulder and hanging your coat for you. He asked you about your day before you give him a sweet, lingering kiss. He would always greet you when you came home but today it was just weird, a little too enthusiastic. You figured he must have broken your new favourite mug or shrunk another sweater trying to be helpful and do the washing. When he started massaging your shoulders as you walked towards the bedroom to change you called him out on his behaviour.

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Pedro Sanctuary

It's here! After months of collecting and organizing I am proud to present Sanctuary Notion Database - a majestic array of Pedro Pascal characters fanfiction, if I can say so myself

I hope this way more people will get to know these wonderful works.

Please see notes & how to - it has important info and very nice video tutorial, yep, I made fucking video instruction for it

(as always, watch out for authors’ warnings and remember - this is 18+ blog)

Dear writers, thank you all so much for all of it, you are extremely talented people creating amazing worlds with your stories!

And also thanks to Pedro for being him.🤍

Sincerely,

@khindahra

Writers are mentioned in the comments section (because tumblr probably has broken from so many cool people)

Love you ✨

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Smell is a powerful memory trigger.

Man of Choice and f!reader Imagine

He's fingering you, talking you through it, good memories triggered.

You’re straddling his thighs, two of his thick fingers working their way in and out of you, both of you delighting in the sound of your wet pussy taking him.

He’s in no rush, and neither are you. Your hips cant long with his steady pace, and you’re revelling in every sensation you’re usually in too much of a hurry to get past, in too much of a hurry to cum, to have his cock splitting you open.

His eyes watch your expressions closely, every flutter of your lashes, every bite of your lip something he wants to commit to his memory.

You let go a breathy moan of his name and he meets it with a low rumble rising from his chest.

He talks you through it the whole time.

“You look so fucking beautiful,”

“So tight baby, can’t wait to have you sit on my cock,”

“You make me so hard,”

“So wet, you’re soaking my hand, dripping for me, just for me yeah?”

His forearm is cramping but he doesn’t care you look, you sound, you feel too good. He can’t wait to build you up further and be the one responsible for sending you over the precipice of your pleasure.

“I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, then I’m going to lick up every drip before I make you cum on my tongue,” he promised.

The next day at work he scratches his itchy nose and has a sudden flash of you naked above him, he can almost hear your wet pussy, the ghost of your taste is suddenly on his tongue. It took him a moment to realise that your juicy pussy had soaked his watch strap, he could smell you. He discretely inhaled your scent from the fabric and tried to figure out how he could leave work early.

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I have the same problem, I don't think it takes much not to mention age. I can be reading a good fic, then all of a sudden it says '...the older man...' or the reader calls him 'Old man' and it takes me completely out of the story.

You know how I know DBF is not for me? I had to phone a friend to find out what it means. It’s ok it’s not for me; not everything needs to be for me.

As she and I discussed, I DO hope the people who find middle aged Pedro sexy can extend that belief to middle aged women as well. They’ll be one or the other someday, too.

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Loooooooooving this story!

Black Days - Masterlist

Updated 7/29/2023

Pairing: Detective Tim Rockford x Female Reader (Merge Mansion)

* banner by @stealyourblorbos  🤍

Working overnight in a 24 hour diner has offered you the chance to meet a variety of interesting people - but none of them are like Tim Rockford. The more you get to know him and learn about what he does, the more you grow to like him. 

But his job involves its fair share of trouble. And when he’s tasked with solving a murder mystery that shocks a town just outside of Sacramento, both of you find out just how dangerous it can be to get close to someone that solves crimes for a living. 

Talk of crimes. Mentions of homicide. Sexual situations. Deception. Bad prior relationship. Manipulation.

Female reader insert. No use of Y/N. Reader has a profession and relationships with family and friends / her job are discussed, but she has no outright physical description. 

** Banner image is not indicative of Reader’s physical appearance. While he *does* interact with her in this context, there’s also description of Tim interacting with other servers in diners, too.** 

Story title + chapter titles taken from various songs off of Superunknown  by Soundgarden - specifically Fell On Black Days, The Day I Tried To Live and Superunknown

-  Explicit content will be marked with an ** after the chapter title

1: Sure Don’t Mind A Change (4.5k)

2: Seize The Day (Pull The Trigger) (4.9k)

3: I Heard It In The Wind (4.4k)

4: I’m What You Make Me (5.1k)

5. One More Time Around Might Do It (5.1k)

6. Interlude: Head High, A Song You Like (5.3k)

7. Times Are Gone For Honest Men (8.3k)

… tbd

Tim Rockford Headcanon list (2.8k)** 

Tim and his Key lime pie (By @stealyourblorbos)

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Step sister's uncle's by marriage dog groomer's shampoo supplier Joel.

You’ve heard of dad’s best friend Joel now get ready for…

Your dog’s original owner Joel

Cellmate’s nephew Joel

Dentist’s best friend’s third cousin by marriage Joel

Cousin’s acquaintance’s neighbor Joel

Weed dealer’s uncle Joel

Crossing guard’s barista’s dad Joel

Best friend’s landlord Joel

Best friend’s brother’s ex girlfriends mom’s current boyfriend Joel

Garbage collector’s hair dresser Joel

Weather broadcaster’s co-host Joel

@wannab-urs and I came up with some new tropes to write about!!

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Yay! He deserves it. An award he definitely wouldn't return.

I've only seen Michael Sheen in two roles. One as a twisted serial killer. The other as a sweet little gay angel. I would do a fair few questionable things to him in either role. I'm concerned about what that says about me.

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I have a small group of friends I met over a fandom. We've been to gigs together, travelled the world, one is the same age as my mum. We seldom see each other but when we do it's like we've never been apart.

Watching some old footage of our various travels, as we all met up last weekend. Footage from 20 YEARS AGO!!!! I have now known these women for half of my life.

Gladiator and the Russell Crowe fandom gave me some of the coolest friends.

Thinking a lot today about the nature of fandom friendships

The intensity of them. That your hyper specific interest aligns with another person is a quick way to get super close super fast, and is such a solid foundation of building something more.

I've made amazing friends in fandom, my closest friend and closest person on the planet just happened to have the same hyper fixation as me and if I don't talk to her everyday I feel like something is wrong with my day, like I've missed something.

Sometimes they burn like a supernova. I've had people I talked to constantly, vanish like steam on the wind without explanation or warning. And because of the nature of these friendships I don't know why, and it always feels intrusive to ask, if they are even remotely contactable anymore.

I think about them often and I always hope they're well and happy - because everyone deserves happiness.

I feel like I've gotten to watch people struggle and succeed and flourish when they discover a talent they have, a love they've curated, something that lives alone right in their chest as something that belongs to them.

I don't know why this is up my butt at the moment, maybe because I'm feeling like mostly a relic of times gone by, a ghost in the photograph, captured only for what has been lost rather than the potential to re-emerge.

But I hope those that have brought me joy continue to experience it for themselves. And I wish for all of you to experience the kindness you have earned.

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He's an incredible actor, he's also an activist, and a not-for-profit actor. Sold all his houses and gave the money to charity. I love him; he also gives the most rousing speeches.

I've only seen Michael Sheen in two roles. One as a twisted serial killer. The other as a sweet little gay angel. I would do a fair few questionable things to him in either role. I'm concerned about what that says about me.

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Thanks for the love @likemyusernamelmao

Carnation.

Summary: Joel Miller and f!you. One shot, not beta’d. After his journey with Ellie, he’s not complete until you’re with them in Jackson, having left you behind to continue the smuggling operations.

Warnings: Mentions of clickers, think that’s about it. I’ve put it as f!reader, but may actually be GN.

Joel always found it amusing when you would chat shit to clickers. Thankfully it didn’t happen very often, and you obviously weren’t stupid to do it if they had no idea you were there, but if balls were to the wall you ran your mouth. You had explained that it was your anxiety as you fought, and he hated that you ever had to feel that way. You would taunt them, take the piss, and mock them.

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Javi Sex Sounds Edit #2 Listen with 🎧 Something to go to bed to. With kissing and extras.

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O and M and G, thank you so much for including me. It's beyond appreciated.

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@bluestar22x @brewsterispunkk

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@foli-vora Dave Your Taste I Crave

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Dave Holding Back /Dieter Love to Hate You / Whiskey Birthday Wishes

@whataperfectwasteoftime Marcus P Spilled Ink

@popcornforone Marcus P Pike & Prejudice / Frankie Whiskers / Din Womps Tattoos

@ezrasbirdie Joel Claim

@beskarandblasters Joel Invisible String / Din I Can See You  + Sacrilegious + What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant

@swiftispunk Joel Peace

@gracie7209 Joel Fine Again

@peterparkersnose Joel Hairspray

@boliv-jenta Joel + Dave Summer Schooled / Frankie The Weight of the World

@toomanystoriessolittletime Joel Sweet

@tightjeansjavi Joel Barbie Girl + Slow Hands + Mary Jane DazeLand

@scarerjh Joel Peri-Menopause/Post Apocalypse

@thot-of-khonshu Joel Stripped

@songsformonkeys Joel Saying I Love You Through an Accidental Kiss

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Joel Count Your Blessings

@thosewickedlovelies Tim Press Play

@the-blind-assassin-12 Whiskey It’s Always the Same + Somewhere Between Sorrow & Bliss / Joel Strong Enough To Stand

@prolix-yuy Whiskey Decoherence / Ezra Position: Honey Bear

@pedrito-friskito Whiskey A Promise / Oberyn Steam

@javier-pena Whiskey Gunslinger

@movievillainess721 Whiskey Domestic Life

@oogaboogasphincter Whiskey Cabin Fever / Joel Say Yes to Heaven

@musings-of-a-rose Javi G For You

@wardenparker @absurdthirst Javi G Win a Date with Javi G

@hopeamarsu Oberyn First Dance

@guess-my-next-obsession Frankie Real Love, Baby / Ezra Fade Into You

@icanbeyourjedi-writes Frankie It Was Just A Dream

@davnittbraes Frankie A Study in Feminism

@juletheghoul Max After Dark

@ladamedusoif Javier Café Crème / Joel 20/20

@stardustandskycrystals Marcus M Super

@insomniamamma Dieter Circle, Circle

@ghostofskywalker Dieter Closer Than Expected

@ghostofaboy Maxwell Dancing With Myself

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I just want to hang off his earlobe with my teeth.

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This is so sweet, I'd love to read how they deal.with it if you ever feel so inclined.

Saying I love you through an accidental kiss (Joel Miller x reader Pre outbreak)

Month: July

Word count: ~1100

Warnings: None

Notes: I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. Unbeta'd.

The rest of the Year of Creation stories

@yearofcreation2023

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It's a little after six when you hear the screech of tire trucks pulling onto your driveway. He's late. You're not surprised in the slightest. If there's one thing you can count on regarding the Miller family, it's that they're never on time. The second thing you've learned - which has probably come about as a result of the first - is that they're always in a rush. And in the eight years you've spent living across the road from them, you have learned to adjust accordingly.

”Sarah!” you call up the stairs as you hear the car door slam shut outside, and you move to open the door before Joel can assault it with his impatient knocking. It swings open, revealing his perpetually frowny face. He looks tired, the way he usually does when he comes to pick Sarah up after a long day of work. Still, you have to admit there's something ruggedly handsome about the slight sheen of sweat mixed with construction dust on his skin and the patchy beard he never seems to have time to properly shave.

”Evening, Miller,” you greet him, cocking your hip and leaning against the wall. ”Driving like that, you better not have run over my lavender bushes.”

Joel looks over his shoulder and pretends to check. ”It's the purple ones right?... Nah, they're good.”

”In that case, please come inside.”

He steps past you into your home. You follow him into the kitchen, grateful for the dry weather since he's made no move to remove his work boots.

”Where's my kid hidin'?” he asks, looking around as if Sarah is gonna jump out of a kitchen cabinet.

”Last time I checked, she was rifling through my closet, looking for something to wear.”

”What?” Joel looks you up and down as if noticing your clothes for the first time in eight years.

”You're gonna stare like that, at least buy me dinner first,” you tell him, and he has the courtesy to look a little embarrassed. ”Speaking of, have you eaten yet?” You ask, even if you already know the answer. Between you and Sarah, you're lucky if you can bully Joel into eating anything for breakfast and lunch, other than hardboiled eggs and coffee.

”I'll make something when we get back from the meeting.” he says.

”I wasn't born yesterday, Miller,” you tell him, rounding the kitchen island to pick up a Tupperware container from the counter. ”For later,” you say pointedly. ”It's even in accordance with that stupid diet of yours.” You clap him on the shoulder as you hand the container over. Then you lean out of the kitchen to shout up the stairs.

”Sarah! Your dad's here!”

”Can you come and help me?” you hear her shout back. Turning to Joel, you shrug before heading upstairs.

”Tell her to hurry! We're late!” he calls after you and you give him a thumbs up over your shoulder.

You find Sarah in your bedroom, standing in front of the full-length mirror. She's wearing one of your dresses, light purple and a bit too big on her small frame.

”Well look at you!”

”It doesn't look good on me,” Sarah says with a sigh.

”It looks great on you. Just a little big. Here...” You pull a jean jacket from the closet and hold it out to her. ”Put this on.”

Sarah shrugs the jacket on and does a slow spin in front of the mirror. She seems pleased with what she's seeing.

”Stunning!” you tell her ”Now come downstairs before your dad has an aneurysm.”

As if on cue, Joel calls from downstairs to hurry up.

”Not my fault he's late,” Sarah mumbles but she follows you out of the bedroom.

”Come on, chop chop!” Joel snaps his fingers as you descend the stairs. Then his phone rings.

”Tommy! ...Yeah no, we've got the meeting at the school tonight... Have you heard back from your concrete guys yet?” He waves goodbye at you as he talks, motioning Sarah out the door towards the truck. ”No? Would you give it another try, we need... yeah, I know!”

Sarah turns to wave at you as well.

”See you at Dad's party this weekend!” she calls.

”Absolutely!” you promise.

You notice Sarah's bag not even two minutes later when you enter the kitchen. At the same time, you hear the car pull into your driveway again, which means Joel and Sarah must have noticed too.

Joel is hopping out of the car as you open the door to hold the bag out.

He jogs up to you.

”She'd forget her damn head if it weren't screwed on,” he complains.

”A trait that runs in the family,” you counter, holding out the food container that he also forgot, with a teasing grin.

”Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” He looks down at his wrist, as always, forgetting that the watch isn't there. When he remembers, he reaches for your wrist instead, tilting your hand to look at the display.

”Fuck, her teachers will murder me!” He tries to sling the bag over his shoulder but it keeps snagging on the seam of his jacket. ”Thanks again for looking after her today. You're a lifesaver, as always!” He gives the bag another frustrated tug.

Recognizing a stressed-out Miller temper tantrum rapidly approaching, you step forward to help him. You're reaching for his shoulder, and before you've even fully registered it happening, Joel suddenly pauses his bag struggles to lean in and oh my god, he's kissing you!

It's a soft press of lips against yours, casual but intimate, like this is something you've done a thousand times before. Like kissing your neighbor on the mouth is the most normal thing in the world.

The kiss only lasts a second or two before Joel's brain seems to catch up with what he's doing and his entire body freezes before he pulls back.

He stares at you. You stare back.

”Did I just..?” he asks, sounding just as shocked as you feel over what his body decided to do with autopilot engaged.

”I think you did,” you reply.

He looks around, eyes a little wild and panicky. You wonder if he's going to bolt.

”You reached for me first!” he suddenly accuses.

”To help you with the bag!” you say, incredulously. ”Not to smooch you!”

”I got confused. I- I...” The rest of the sentence is lost in unintelligible mumbling before Joel turns and stomps back towards the car where Sarah is watching you two with eyes wide as plates.

As he peels out of your driveway, he definitely runs over some of your lavender bushes but you can't bring yourself to care right now.

Because Joel Miller just fucking kissed you!