#farmer joel

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Fear Thy Neighbor

Serial Killer Farmer Joel x librarian!f!reader

Warnings: Dead Dove/dark fic, horror! death, reader & Joel are both killers, animal death (it’s not explicit but more so just implied), p in v (protect your genitalia!!), face slaps,m/m kissing I think that’s it, let me know if I missed something, all mistakes are mine! Not edited or beta’d!

Summary: Its the fall of 1969, it’s been five years since Chesterfield had a string of murders linked to the Scarecrow Killer. New to town, you moved into a little trailer out in the woods near the infamous Farmer Joel and his famous corn maze. . .

A/n: yea yea I know I said farmer Joel was a one shot. Well he wanted y’all to have more of him so enjoy

Nothing but shades of red, orange and yellow as far as you can see stretch on for miles and miles on either side of the road your currently driving down. Time of the Season by the Zombies is flowing out of your car speakers as you hum along, thrumming your thumbs on the steering wheel. It’s 8:25 am and your on your way to the town library where you work. You recently moved to Chesterfield a few months ago after a nasty breakup. Needing to do some soul searching, you went on a drive that lasted hours and just so happened to come across this cute little town. Low on gas and a hungry tummy, you decided to stop at the local diner for some pancakes and couldn’t help but fall in love. Now here you are just a few months later, living in a nice little trailer out in the woods a few miles out of town, working at the library. You got to spend all your time surrounded by books and then went home to peace and quiet. Well mostly quiet. You’ve always had these rather loud thoughts in your head, these urges to hurt. To inflict pain. You never acted on these urges, burying it deep within yourself. But living out in the woods, you were finally able to let these urges win. Nobody is gonna care if a wild squirrel goes missing.

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Eyes popping open as a shiver runs through his body, Joel wakes up freezing. He goes to pull the blanket tighter around himself to fight off the cold. The heat must’ve stopped working at some point in the night judging by the way he can see his breath when he opens his mouth and let’s out a puff of air. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Joel reluctantly gets out of bed and starts to get ready for the day. He’s not very well versed in the mechanics of how to fix a heater so he’s decided to go to the library and see what info he can find about it.

The rumble of his truck engine roars as he pulls into the Chesterfield Library parking lot. Coming to a halt in a spot, he cuts the engine and gets out, slamming the truck door. Standing by his truck, Joel looks around, taking in his environment. He’s not a fan of having to come into town. Ever since he last killed in 1965 he’s been very leery of the townsfolk. Some might call it paranoia even though Joel knows there’s no way for anyone to trace the murders back to him. He is very thorough in his work, yet he can’t help but be suspicious of other people.

Walking through the doors, a burst of heat slapping him in the face. His eyes landing on a pretty little thing sitting behind the front desk, just off to the side. Your beauty stopped him in his tracks, just standing there, unable to take his eyes off of you. Someone clears their throat behind him, causing Joel to blink a few times to break the spell you unknowingly cast on him. He turned his head to see someone trying to get past him, Joel nods at the person as he moves out of the way. Scuffling his feet, he makes his way to the desk your sitting at when he clears his throat. You look up at him with these beautiful wide eyes and the prettiest smile on your lips, Joel almost forgets what he came here for.

“Hi - i um Hello. I am looking for books on how to work on heaters please.” He manages to sputter out, eyes darting every which way refusing to look you in the eye.

Your smile widens, “Hi! Ohmygosh! You’re Farmer Joel right? You have the famous corn maze I’ve been hearing about? Actually I’m pretty sure we’re neighbors! Haha! What a small world!” You ramble, noticing his eyes stop on your face with a look on his face that says he’s either got bad constipation or he absolutely hates people interactions and you won’t shut up, “oh heaters! Yes! Yea we have a whole section in the back on home repairs and such. You should be able to find something. It’s straight back and to your left, I can take you there if you’d like?”

Grunting, he shakes his head no, “uh n- no. I got it. Thanks.” He says in a gruff voice before walking off to the back.

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Sliding the key into your front door, you can’t wait to get inside and drown yourself in some wine after the day you had. Joel Miller. The Joel Miller came into your library and you spoke to him. Like actual words came out of your mouth and his ears heard them. Why are you like this?? He’s just a man! But he’s so stupidly handsome and hot and oh those salt and pepper curls of his and that patchy beard you wish you felt between your thighs all too often. You knew exactly who he was when he walked in this afternoon. Shortly after moving in, you decided to go exploring around in the woods and came across a barn. You saw the barn before you saw the nice little two story farmhouse off to the side a little ways away. Walking up to the back of the barn, you heard grunting and decided to take a peak into a crack in the wood. That’s when you first saw him. His back was to you as he chopped wood. He had a red flannel on with the sleeves pushed up so his forearms were on display. Sweat dripping down his neck as he pulled the axe back and swung down cutting a thick piece of wood in two. He dropped the axe and turned to the side as he wiped his brow. That’s the very first time you saw him. Lost in a daze you accidentally stepped on a twig, trying to get on your tippy toes to get a better look and he quickly snapped his head in your direction. Holding your breath, the both of you seemed to stop moving entirely. You staring at him and him staring back, even though you knew he couldn’t have actually seen you, you were still terrified he did. That night you couldn’t stop bringing yourself to ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm, your fingers were all pruned from your juices after you were done.

Snapping back to reality, you fling yourself onto your bed. Looking up at your ceiling, you let out a long, exhausted sigh,

“What the hell is wrong with you? He is a fucking farmer for Christ’s sake. Not fucking John Lennon. Ughhh”

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It’s already a quarter past 4 and Joel still hasn’t managed to fix his heater. He borrowed several books that are now all strewn across his kitchen floor as he tries for the umpteenth time to fix this damn thing. On his knees, bent over, Joel’s cranking a wrench, using all his strength to get this damn bolt off. The wrench slips causing Joel to fall forward. Grabbing the wrench, he throws it across the room, “Fuck!” He yelled before getting up and stomping outside. He is furious! It shouldn’t be this hard to fix a stupid fucking heater! And of course he doesn’t have any more time to waste on it because he has to open up his corn maze. People are gonna start pulling in soon.

The rest of the night isn’t any nicer to the old man either. Had several teenagers come through being rude as hell. Although it’s been awhile, Joel is still so worked up he’s decided he’s gonna grab the last little group of teens going through and kill them to let off some steam. It’s already after 9pm and everyone else is gone. He starts off doing what he usually does, he turns off the outdoor lights before making his way through the corn stalks to grab his first victim.

It was three teen boys. Football players. With loud, obnoxious mouths on them and attitudes that clearly show they’ve never been told no a day in their lives. The first two were pretty easy kills. They had separated from the third boy, apparently to sneak in some alone time with each other. Joel found them making out under the moonlight. He struck them with a pitchfork, it went in one boys head and through the other boys head, getting both of them at once. As he’s dragging their bodies inside his barn, the third boy stumbles upon him. Joel immediately drops them and goes to lunge towards the boy. Joel isn’t young, he can’t move like he used too. But before Joel even makes it out of his barn, the boy suddenly stops as if he hit a wall and then Joel hears a thwack and the kid falls down with a sickening thud. Joel’s eyes go huge when he sees you standing on the other side of the kid holding a 2 x 4 piece of wood. Frozen, all he can do is watch you as you raise the wood above your head and bring it down, Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The kids body laying there, his head resembles a pumpkin that just fell off the roof of a house. Blood and brains everywhere, you had blood splatter covering your face, brain matter covered your clothes, hands were a dark red. After the third bash, you drop the wood, stand up straight and look at Joel with those beautiful wide, doe eyes.

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It was late when you decided to go for a walk. You just so happen to find yourself walking up to Joel’s barn when the lights go out. You heard a faint slick squelching sound. You quickly run to the side of the barn and flatten yourself against the wall. You see a 2 x 4 piece of wood laying on the ground that you decide to pick up in case you need to defend yourself. With your back to the barn you quietly side step until your at the corner of the building. Taking some deep breaths , you finally get yourself it somewhat calmed before you take a peek around the corner. There’s a light on in the barn and that’s the only light source other than the moon. That’s when you see Joel dragging two bodies by the ankles towards the barn.

Oh my god. Joel? The man of your dreams dragging bodies? Does this mean what you think it means? Do the two of you share this little activity in common?

Before you think or say or do anything, some teenager comes running out of the corn maze and comes to an abrupt halt just a body’s length away from Joel. He looks absolutely frightened at what he sees. Joel immediately drops the ankles and raises his hands up in surrender, his brows raising before he lunges towards the kid. The kid takes off heading in your direction. Thinking quick on your feet you pop out of your hiding spot, stunning the young man before you thwack him in the head. His body falls to the side, hitting the cold, hard ground with a heavy thud. Unable to stop yourself, you raise the board above your head and bring it down hard on the kids head repeatedly. The thrill of decimating his head is just, ugh! The best fucking high of your life! The way his head just smooshes, the blood and the brains flying out. There’s just something satisfying about it.

Once you’re sure he’s deader than a door nail, you drop the board and straighten back up. A sigh of relief and a small smile lights up your face as you look at your little scene. You remember where you are and you look up and your eyes go right to Joel as he just stands there, staring at you with those big, brown eyes. A look of admiration and shock on his face, that’s when it hits you, he didn’t know you were here. Oops. Well now he knows.

Despite being covered in blood and brains, you take charge and walk right up to Joel, grab his face and plant the biggest kiss on his lips.

Joel’s shocked as hell. You’re the pretty little librarian from earlier. What the hell were you doing at his place? And what the hell just happened? The way you took that kid out was. . Well it was hot. Watching you beat that kids head in with this deranged look on your face made his dick throb. If he thought he wanted you when he first saw you, well then he’s gotta have you now and by the kiss you’re giving him right now, it seems you want him just as bad.

Your tongue pushes in between his luscious lips as you enthusiastically lick the inside of his mouth, tasting him. When you feel him return the kiss just as enthusiastic, you can’t help but let out a muffled moan. You were already horny thinking about the handsome farmer on your walk over here and then getting to act on an urge has you dripping wet. Joel wraps his arms around you as the two of you continue to lick and taste each other. You feel his hands move down and grip the back of your thighs, so you grab onto his shoulders and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Joel carries you inside the barn, pushing you up against the wall just inside the door. Your lips on his never breaking the whole time. You grind your cunt onto the front of Joel, feeling his huge erection through his overalls. Joel breaks away, leaving a kiss on the side of your mouth as he trails kisses down your neck before biting down on the sensitive part of your neck and sucking.

You let out a loud moan as he bites down on your neck, gripping the curls at the base of his head. You can’t hold back any longer, you use your body weight and push against him, making him break the connection of his lips on your neck as he stumbles back. You land on your feet, gripping his flannel as he slowly stumbles back on his ass. Immediately you straddle his thick waist as he lands on his butt. You push the top half of him down on this little pile of hay he landed on, still gripping his flannel, you give him a devious smile

“You like this baby? Huh? You like watching me kill? Does that turn you on?” You say in a seductive voice as you lean forward, putting a hand around his neck, lightly choking him. Joel looks up at you with the horniest look in his eyes, so turned on he can’t form the words he wants to say. He lets out a moan like grunt at your question, licking his lips.

You give him this empathetic pout. “Oh poor baby. Look at you. Pathetic.” You pronounce that last word with venom laced in your voice. You raise your other hand and slap his face. Not too hard but hard enough his face turned to the side and his cheek got red where you hit him. He turns his face back to look at you, shocked.

“Use your words big boy,” you slap his face again, “You like this baby? You wanna fuck my tight cunt? Yea you do baby. I wanna feel that huge dick your hiding fill me up.” You say, a moan escaping as Joel thrusts up under you.

“Fucking hell girl, you keep this up I’ll give you this dick every damn day darlin’” Joel finally manages to say. Moving his hands off your hips, Joel scrambles to undo his overall straps to pull it down. Your quick to lift up off him and help pull them down to reveal his boxers that your quick to pull down, Joel lifting his hips to help you remove them.

You swear your eyes bulge out of your head when you see his cock. At least a good seven inches, decent girth and uncut. Your mouth drops open as you literally drool at the sight of him. Lifting up your dress, you spit in your hand and go to lube up his dick. You weren’t wearing panties since you took them off after work so you could finger your poor pussy relentlessly to thoughts of Joel. Gripping his cock, you sink down on his hard length, the stretch of taking him hurts so good. Your barely past the tip and already your eyes are rolling back. You’re no virgin by any means but you’ve only ever had one partner. And his dick was no where near the size or girth of Joel’s. You almost have to stop mid way down and take a deep breath so you don’t hurt yourself.

Joel’s big, meaty hands are gripping your hips as he bites his bottom lip trying his best to restrain himself from fucking up into your wet heat. He can tell by the look on your face he’s a lot to take. Finally you sink all the way down on his cock.

Letting out a moan, you’ve never felt more full. You clench your pussy a couple of times earning an unabashed moan from this big hunk of a man before he moves his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into you.

“J- Joel ohmygod I can feel you in my stomach! Ooooh nngh oh Joel fuck me!”

Joel puts his hand on your lower stomach and presses down as he moves his hips up, causing you to go up and down on top of him.

“Fuck darlin I can feel me in there too. You’re so tight baby f-fuuucccckkkk ride me darlin’ come on ride. this. old. cowboy.” Joel says, punctuating the last few words with a thrust. You manage to collect yourself, still on your knees straddling him, your hands finding purchase on his chest, you begin to rock back and forth before moving up and down. You find a rhythm going back and forth between the motions that feels so good. His cock kissing your cervix as your tight walls hug him. Joel puts his thumb up to your mouth and you take it, sucking his digit. The both of you groaning at the erotic moment. Joel takes his thumb out and moves down to your clit where he begins to rub small, precise circles around your button. It takes no time for your pleasure to build. Actually you were already rather close just from how good his cock felt penetrating you.

“Oh god Joel yes! Yes! Fuck don’t stop!” You yell as you begin to ride him harder, your pussy gripping his cock even tighter, “f-fill my cunt up! I-I want you deep inside of me baby! Please! Oh fuck please!”

Groaning at hearing you say you want his cum deep inside of you has Joel’s eyes rolling back. Just a few more circles on your clit has you over the edge, coming hard on his dick. You slump forward, laying your chest on his as he wraps his arms around you, holding you to him as he begins to thrust up into your wet cunt. Feeling your pussy spasm around his cock, it takes no time before Joel’s shooting his thick load deep inside of you. You lay your forehead on his as you both close your eyes, breathing heavily, coming down from your high.

“Darlin’ I don’t even know your name but I’d love to marry you.” Joel says with a chuckle. Giggling you tell him your name as you sit up and move to get up off of him. Your legs still jelly so you kinda fall over to the side and lay down on the hay pile next to him.

“When I saw you at the library today you took my breath away. You’re so pretty.”

You’re little post sex smile grew into a huge grin, “I have to be honest, I live not that far away from you. Not long after I moved in, I went explorin and found your barn and saw you chop some wood. I’ve had eyes for you ever since.”

Your little confession made Joel blush.

“Would you like to come inside my house? I can clean you up and I can put a pot of coffee on and we can talk? Unless you wanna leave?” Joel asks sheepishly.

“I would love too!” You say excitedly before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

When the two of you finally got up and went inside, you guys talked until the sun came up. You never did go back home after that. Soon his house became yours too.

A/n: they got married and lived happily ever after the end. Jk you’ll be seeing these lovebirds again thanks to @neverwheremoonchild for planting an idea seed in my head already lol anyways I hope y’all enjoyed! I appreciate all the likes/comments/reblogs! You guys are the best!😘♥️

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[unhinged-summer-fun]

farmer joel snippet 03.

Written for Danktober 2022 Day 12: Humiliation, Forget, National Farmers Day.

A/N & Warnings: This is set almost immediately after the events of farmer joel snippet 01., and thus deals with that aftermath. There's a lot of context and conversation missing from this, and if you're gearing up to throw something, don't jump no guns now, family. As for warnings, it gets a little bit steamy toward the end, remember that this fic is (and really, all my fics are) 21+ only.

P.S. Don't come for me hehe

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"Shh, shh babygirl, c'mere…"

"I don't, I don't know how I forgot, I forgot, I didn't, I'm so sorry—"

"Babygirl, it's okay, you're safe now and I got you. I told you I'd look out for you, keep an eye on you. This is on me, I-I should have been more clear with what you needed to—"

"No, Joel, you're perfect you're doing everything right—"

"Hush, babygirl." Joel took your face in his hands and held you still from your impassioned head-shaking enough to snap you from your fit. "You're safe. I know why you forgot. And it's not your fault." His thumbs stroked away the fear-shed tears cascading down your face. "It really ain't."

You sighed, grabbing onto his wrists and leaning into his touch. "But it feels like it," you moaned miserably. "I can't believe I forgot what was out there, what wanted me, what wants me dead."

"I forget about it too, sometimes. Been living in the glade a long time. Enough of a long time that I forget without meaning to. First few months up here, figured it was all just some wolves out there. Scared the bejeesus outta me first time I saw it. Didn't leave the house after dark for months. It was like the damn quarantine had started again…" His hands stroked over your hair, thumbs brushing away more tears as they formed and fell down your cheeks. His voice was calm, but you could see the fear in his eyes that lingered from this near-disaster. He hadn't been scared of the thing in the woods for years, he'd said, but seeing it come for you was a different story.

"I'm sorry," you croaked again, looking down as guilt poured from your body. One of your hands covered his watch, the multitextured, fractured surfaces only serving as a reminder to the most personal losses he still felt. Had your carelessness—or Joel's timing—been one second off and you would have become another damn notch in the watch. You could have been another splinter of glass in his heart that he carried with him every braeth.

He shook his head again, shushing you when he couldn't quiet your blubbering any longer. He kept his hand on the back of your head when he pulled you in for an embrace, hiding you in the solid bulk of his shoulder. "I've got you, babygirl. I've got you."

You didn't see the cold set in his eyes when he glared past the window at the treeline, meeting the glinting eyes of the hulking shadow hidden just beyond the shade.

"Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you," he whispered, too low for you to hear, but nonetheless a vow.

Dinner and evening chores were a quiet and efficient affair. As soon as the sky began to darken, he shuttered the windows and closed the curtains. One by one, he checked the locks until they were all clicked shut. At the end of this task, he found his mind drifting aimlessly, unsure of exactly what to do with the problem in the woods. He didn't realize he was looking at the coat closet door until he pulled a sneer, turning his back and walking upstairs.

That damn rifle had sat in that closet for two years. He wasn't about to unearth it for just any threat.

No use getting frantic, now, he thought to himself. How much do you even know about that thing besides it can't come any closer than the treeline?

The thought disquieted him, making it a little harder to swallow around the taste of fear that sprung up on his tongue. He knew that sour taste, hell, he'd nearly caught the scent of it from the tears you'd shed that afternoon.

How much do you even know?

With the Infected and the effort it took to stay surviving from them for over a decade, Joel had come to be pretty well-versed about the ins and outs of those former humans. He knew the signs of a spore infestation, knew the statistics for how long one could survive exposure, how long before even holding one's breath. He could tell when a Runner was mutating into a Clicker. He knew what communication versus pain versus hunger meant in the wordless language of those horrific chitters, how they didn't always mean they were looking for oneself. He knew the tells of when bitten humans were trying to hide it, and he knew just what it took to make the damn thing that cured them—

No use getting melancholy, either.

He finished his walk up to the bedroom door, where he found you standing at the window, just behind where the curtains fell open to the dusk light. There was a dull clicking noise, but this was the newer knowledge of what he found was the sound of you biting down your nails. He sighed. He'd put you up here to get you to sleep after what happened at the glade's edge, but it looked like it'd been silly to ask you to relax so soon.

"Hey, babygirl."

You turned to look at him, eyes big and round and lips pulled into a frown. If Joel hadn't seen what he'd seen, hadn't known what he knew, he would have thought you were pouting in an attempt to endear yourself to him. But he knew different.

He took a seat on the bed, toeing off his boots. He didn't waste breath asking if you were alright, when he so clearly knew the answer. He didn't want to make you lie to him. He was slow and methodical in his movements, like he was with damn near everything he did around the farm. When both boots were off, he held them both by the pull straps and set them down near the end of the bed, beneath the frame lifting the mattress from the ground.

You were watching him, angry pink fingertips still and uncurled by your hips once more. He wasn't sure you even knew he'd captured your attention like this, and he tested that theory by running his large palms up and down the smooth expanse of his jeans. You shuddered, redness flushing your features as he drew attention to his lower half.

No time for paranoia, no time for sadness. Perhaps it's time for distraction.

"Come on over here, baby," he said in a low tone. You shivered and blinked a few times from your trance, so lost in the image of him that you'd forgotten he was really there. It made his chest hurt to think that you were still affected by the subspace he'd put you in that morning, how the incident at the treeline had sharply rescinded any peace you'd gotten from waking with him inside you.

You moved closer, and he held his hands out to you, encouraging you up on the thighs you were ogling just a second before. The warm weight of you settled in his lap, sharply warmer still at the apex of your thighs. But he'd get there soon, no doubt. With how your nipples were pebbling up through the bodice of your dress, and the way the flush on your cheeks had flooded your ears, neck, and chest, Joel couldn't help his mind wandering every which way.

There were no questions to answer here besides what are we doing tonight?

And Joel had a good idea what you wanted—no, needed.

"Legs are so tense, baby," he said, looking down (catching an eyeful of your chest) and squeezing your thighs with his hands, the way he'd done to himself just a moment before. Up and down the length of them, soft and warm and plush. That sharp heat touched him now, dripping from your pussy down to his blue jeans. "You need something from me?" he asked, teasingly.

"N-no…" you simpered, eyes fluttering as his fingertips pressed up, up, under the hem of the skirt. It made your heart skip a few beats, the promise of more but not enough all at once.

"No?" he said with a teasing quirk to his lips. "So if I flip up this pretty dress right now, I won't find you dripping and needy for me right here in my lap?"

You flushed scarlet, lips pouting outward as he teased. "It could. Um."

"It could what, babygirl? Tell daddy what it could be."

Your eyes fluttered shut in a spray of lashes against your delicate cheeks. "Could be your cum. From this morning."

That pulled a pleased growl right out of Joel's chest, his eyes darkening in the low lamplight of the bedroom. You shivered beneath his attention and his touch. "Much too late in the day for you to still have any'a me inside you, ain't it?"

The very thought of having—keeping!—any of himself inside you almost made Joel's mind white out into a lusty haze, but he wanted to watch you squirm on his lap. What was it he'd told you? I like to see 'em flinch.

That feeling was multiplied a thousand-fold with you. Just a hitch of your breath, hell, even getting your damn attention on him was enough to get him hard and horny like he was thirty years younger.

"Answer me," he said quickly, pinching your thigh to get you back down on earth from your daydreams. Another time, he'd let you fly high, but he needed you here with him, where he could control this outcome for you. No monsters, no shadows, no darkness but his own. Forget the shit outside your door and just live by the laws of your own space.

Joel had been thinking of the ecstasy he felt, the god-like power his mama would have smacked him silly for even indulging in. When he could pull orgasm after orgasm from his partners, when he could blind them and guide them through their dark with only his eyes open, when he could kiss away those hurts and tears as if they never existed, that was what Joel missed most.

You were offering him an opportunity to codify this house in a way he never thought he would again. You were staunchly chewing on your lip, refusing to answer him. It wasn't out of shame or humiliation, though he knew you liked when he would prod and poke at your affected state when you were horny enough.

Ain't time for shame, either.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered, cupping your jaw in one hand and forcing you to look up at him. He squeezed a little, puckering and separating your lips just enough to make his point. "Need a yes or no. Think carefully, doll." If this was something you weren't sure you wanted to try, if you couldn't handle this side of him—

"Yes."

Your answer was instantaneous. So you could talk, he noted to himself.

"I'll give you one more chance, babygirl. If I flip your skirt up right now and touch you, are you gonna be a dripping little mess like I think you are?"

"Mmnh…" you fought the word back into your mouth, near-shaking with control, even as you handed it over to him.

Silence won.

And Joel—

TO BE CONTINUED.

[heartshapedbabydolls]

On a sheep farm with Joel 💌🌾

[kedsandtubesocks]

seasons of you (year 1 - spring)

Farmer!Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: it’s your very first spring living in the valley & you’re very sure Joel Miller already wants you leave

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, stardew valley AU, reader is a new farmer & has a family but no physical description, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Joel is older & in his 50’s) very light use of gendered language, handyman & farmer!Joel, grumpy!Joel, wound tending & blood imagery, discussion of family loss with light navigation of grief, Ellie being Joel’s daughter, secret softie!Joel, alcohol consumption mention, use of nickname, budding romance

word count: 5.4k

a/n: our first ‘Joel’ fic for our stardew AU series! Here’s to starting this new aventure with y’all! I couldn’t have the strength to post this without @swiftispunk @lowlights @ahauntedcowboy @burntheedges @perotovar you angels don’t know how much I appreciate y’all and am so grateful for you babes…and to you, if you read this - I’m so thankful for you too ♡

No one in Pelican Town hates you more than Joel Miller does. George, the crabby older elderly man in town, might be a close second, but Joel has him beat by miles.

For someone so incredibly handsome, almost beautiful in a rugged wilderness way with his misty mountain gray hair and sharp lovely nose, his glare could wither your entire family farm’s field.

“He’s just an ass sometimes.” Your Dad had told you with a sigh over the phone. “Been that way even when your gramps was around.”

At first you didn’t want to fully admit it but yeah, Joel is a prickly cactus of a man.

He owns a farm further down the path from yours. You love walking by it when you take the long way home and getting to spot all the sheep roaming around his fields. He’s also the town’s handyman.

“A jack of all trades, more like it.” Pierre, the main store owner, snickered that to you while Joel was in the store fixing a light fixture.

After that Joel helped you set up your first fencing gate. Then he fixed your sink. And then your water heater.

It’s been a lot and you know it. You feel guilty at how bad you can’t seem to get a hang of this new life yet. Your grandpa did it, thrived even. You can too, or you hope you can.

Until Joel glares at you like you’re a bug ready to squash, then you feel incredibly small.

Once you physically and accidentally ran into him walking out of the blacksmith’s shop when he was heading in. You sputtered out an apology, but without a single word Joel walked past you as if you weren’t even worth his time.

One night you went to the town’s saloon hoping to maybe mingle and get to know everyone better. But simply seeing him sitting inside made you turn on your heels and scramble out.

From that point on you’ve been avoiding him.

But now unfortunately, a few paces away from Joel Miller’s farm, your hand bleeds out a bit aggressively.

“Shit.” You hiss, slipping off your backpack to search for your mini first aid kit.

Yesterday you stubbornly tried fixing your fence and accidentally scrapped your hand pretty bad against the wood. Earlier you believed you wrapped it good enough but now the blood soaking through the bandaid mocks you.

“You alright?!”

The sharp accented drawl rings out loud in the early morning and fear collides into you.

Of course Joel hadn’t left for the morning.

You yell back that you’re fine but scramble frantic now trying to find the damn first aid kit.

“Is that blood?” Joel snaps, sounding closer, as his boots rush against the dirt.

“No, I spilled paint.” You grumble to yourself annoyed.

“M’old but I fuckin’ heard that.” Damn.

He’s much closer now, so close his shadow falls over you but you refuse to look at him.

“What happened!?” He barks confused.

Sighing, you give up hope on finding the poor elusive first aid kit.

“Just cut my hand, that's all. It isn’t deep. I’m fine.” You reassure him.

Joel sighs angrily.

“Come on.”

Now you turn and discover his soil eyes stare at you with such a steeled intensity you almost want to scurry away.

“Fixin’ this up inside.” He doesn’t even ask or let you leave. With one yank Joel Miller pulls you towards his farmhouse.

“I’m fine.” You snap back.

“What? Just wanna let it bleed ‘n get everywhere?” An edge in Joel’s voice silences you.

Any argument you wanted to hiss out immediately floats away the moment you cross the threshold into his house. Your eyes go wide. You never once thought you’d ever see the inside of Joel Miller’s place.

It’s larger than your grandpa's.

Joel deposits you into his kitchen. The lingering smell of breakfast, possibly oatmeal with its warm cinnamon notes, hangs in the air. Yet you feel like a caught feral cat that doesn’t know how to react being inside a house for the first time.

So you let your eyes wander.

Beautiful wood cupboards line the walls. A fridge is covered with various papers held up by sweet colorful cartoonish magnets you never would’ve expected from him. A worn cozy, well loved, couch peeks out from the slight view of the living room you spot being inside the kitchen.

Joel’s house seems knitted together by a rustic weathered comfort. Yet, there’s a hollowness to the house, like it’s waiting for more spirit to fill the halls. You can’t pinpoint or describe the stillness here in this place, but you sense it.

After rustling around a drawer, Joel yanks out a rather impressive medical kit. Largely bulky and intimidating, like him, it’s no surprise a handyman and farmer has such a first aid kit.

“How’d it happen?” Joel asks gruff and quiet as he rummages around the bag.

You tell him and his seasoned face scrunches up frustrated.

“Why didn’t ya call and have me go fix it?”

You thought about that. But you couldn’t handle the thought of asking him to help again, to deal with his frustrated sighs and gruff annoyance. He barely said a word to you last weekend when he went to check your sink again.

“Don’t need you to fix everything.” You tell him composed while Joel pulls out various things to wrap your wound.

“Besides, I can fix things on my own.” You add firm.

“Not all the time.” He replies.

You stay quiet and watch his hands, large and callous, gingerly dab away all the crimson from your cut.

He’s never been this close to you. You catch the faintest smell of wood and of something clean crisp, his laundry detergent maybe. It threatens to fog your senses knowing he smells this lovely.

“Y’dont ask for help and shit like this happens.”

Your face hardens at Joel’s words. You even childishly want to yank away your hand and storm off.

“Look I get it, you barely tolerate me and think I can’t do shit. I know I’m still new, but this was an accident. It happens.” Your words come out harsher than you intended, sharpened scythes that cut through the room, and Joel freezes.

“I don’t think that.” He replies clear as a spring blue sky.

You want to bark a laugh of disbelief, but instead you simply stay silent.

Joel sighs, keeping his eyes on the medic tape he readies.

“And I… tolerate you.” He sputters like he’s trying to muster the words out.

A moment passes. Then Joel sighs, ancient and heavy.

“Don’t mind me. M’just some grumpy old fuck-”

“Hey you’re not old. You’re just grumpy.” You interrupt trying to ease the mood and your heart jumps hearing him snort.

“M’old.” He clarifies. He is older, older than you, and that fact creates a strange flutter in your chest you don’t want to explore just yet.

“And…don’t want ya feelin’ like shit.” He continues with a curt softness.

You never knew his voice could sound this layered, so tough but tender.

“Just tryin’ to look out for ya like your gramps asked me too.”

There’s a strange apology shaded in his words but you manage to catch it. A rush of emotions drown you in their current.

“You were close with my grandpa.” You comment with a curious question lingering below the surface.

“Yeah,” Joel answers low now tenderly moving to wrap your hand. “His ol’ ass used to keep me in place.”

You smirk fondly. That sounds like your gramps.

“Miss seein’ him walk by this place and hearin’ him complain that he likes the sheep more than me.”

Joel’s fond and aching voice digs its hooks into your soul. You miss gramps too, so much.

“Used to fish a lot together out by the lake.” He adds.

This is the most Joel Miller has ever spoken to you and you worry the sun might fall out of the sky soon.

“I bet he out fished you.” You tease soft.

Joel snorts. “Damn right he did.”

You can almost picture it clearly, your gramps and Joel laughing together, having a friendship.

“He’d be proud of ya.” Joel mutters but his words chime clear.

Your attention flickers to Joel. He keeps his focus steady on your hand. However his words crystallize deep in your heart and you blink away tears. You ever expected Joel Miller to almost make you cry like this.

“Thanks…means a lot.” You truthfully tell him while you swallow back the heartache and love threatening to spill over.

“He’d also say you’re a fuckin’ stubborn thing for not askin’ for help.”

You snort at that.

“Well you knew the old guy, it runs in the family.” You reply.

Joel chuckles.

It’s small - like the faint flash of seeing a cardinal in the trees. But you heard it, his amusement, and it’s lovely for a man quietly layered as him.

“Alright, all fixed up.”

The wrap is tight, secure, and speaks of his many times previously doing this before.

“Thank you Joel, appreciate it.” You do.

“Can't be a handyman if I can’t fix up people sometimes.” He shrugs but there’s a deadpan charm to his words you’re slowly catching now.

“Doctor and a handyman, no wonder the town keeps you around.” So you dryly joke back.

This moment isn’t much. Yet it feels like gaining a good step in the direction of something right and solid.

Gathering your things, you decide to head out. Even though curiosity claws at you to take in a few more moments being inside Joel Miller’s home, you have seeds to buy.

“Where ya headin’’ to?” Joel asks.

“Pierre’s.” You huff. “Need more parsnips.”

He hums a noise of acknowledgment.

Back outside the mid morning sun’s warmth soaks you in its gaze. Maybe you could fish for a bit before you head to the store. After all, the weather is so nice.

“Hey.” Joel barks out and before heading back on the road, you turn to him.

He’s a sight on his porch. You think of the typical romance movies of the handsome farmer trying to woo the newcomer in town and how right now he puts them all to shame.

Hands crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders seem like mountains against the doorway, so striking and large taking up the entire focus.

“Don’t hesitate to call y’hear? Don’t fuckin’ care what it is or what it’s for, call me.” Joel’s face is hardened and serious, reflecting the unwavering tone in his voice.

Something heated crawls up your throat and makes you dizzy. You blame it on the blood loss.

“Besides, s’what neighbors are for, right?” He adds a bit awkwardly.

It hits you. He’s the closest homestead to you. You are neighbors with him.

“Alright will do, promise.” You nod and mean your words.

“Thanks again neighbor.” Those words tingle on your lips.

Joel nods and with that you head out.

You’re on such a strange high you simply float straight to the pier and fish. It’s comforting being among the crashing waves, the sea breeze, and the wonderful weather. You also think of your gramps and Joel here.

But by the time the sky starts to turn into a ripe tangerine you realize in horror you forget to buy more seeds.

You almost scream in anguish when you find Pierre’s doors locked. Accepting momentary defeat, you head home.

When you reach your porch, there against the steps a bundle of parsnip seeds and a small pack of bandaids sit waiting for you.

- ☼ -

Your hope to quietly enjoy the egg festival, your true first event here in the valley, is diminished when Mayor Lewis practically drags you into the egg hunt saying it’s a rite of passage.

His deadly polite politician smile said there was no way you could worm your way out of participating. So you simply start the hunt thinking of the strawberry seeds you can’t wait to plant once this is over.

You’re not overly competitive, but these eggs are getting harder to find. You want to finish at least with some dignity.

Besides the area around Stardrop Saloon you scan every inch like a hawk. Someone coughs, clearing their throat, and it catches your attention.

Under the shade of the building, nursing a cold drink, Joel slightly turns towards you.

Now instead of a hawk you feel like a surprised field mouse caught in his gaze.

Without saying anything Joel flickers his eyes a couple of times towards the corner of the building. Is he giving you a hint?

Heading to the spot his eyes vaguely guided you to, you discover a colorful egg.

You almost want to keep it as proof this happened. Joel helped you.

By the time the egg hunt ends everyone already seems to be packing up and the mysterious Mr. Miller has vanished from the commotion.

Abigail wins the egg hunt and you aren’t even upset. In fact you walk home feeling like a champion.

The next morning on the help wanted and errands bulletin board in town you spot Joel’s name. Below it is a request asking for a small pack of wood.

You readily answer it and drop off the bundle eagerly, a way to help pay him back for everything.

The pretty decent payment he gives you is nice but the crooked soft hint of a grin on his face when you arrive to deliver the request is worth iridium.

A few days after that he mails you a recipe. The letter is so simply Joel - a straightforward recipe then a scribbled JM below it. You hang the letter up proudly on your fridge.

Spring blooms more and more before your eyes.

You decide to take advantage of it by foraging for the day.

“Where y’heading?”

You’ve been taking the long way to the forest these past few weeks in hopes of seeing him again. Now that you’re not actively avoiding him, you discover, small town or not, Joel is a surprisingly busy man.

When you catch glimpses of him, instead of glares being thrown your way, Joel Miller simply nods acknowledging you. Comforting as it is to know he doesn’t outright detest, you don’t like how much you hope to run into him more.

Now he’s here sliding on his backpack while moving to lock his gate.

“Just heading to the forest, gonna forage and walk around for the day.” You answer him.

“Works out, hafta head that way myself.” Joel explains falling into step besides you.

Alone with Joel Miller once again.

The small talk comes - asking each other how your days have been, anything new or interesting happening. The heat is starting to pick up announcing summer’s close arrival. Thankfully it’s still not unbearably hot as you and him fully enter the woods.

Cindersap forest is tranquil. A beautiful glimmering evergreen haven you enjoy simply strolling through. You never thought you’d ever be here with Joel.

“No new crops coming in?”

“Nothing exciting.” You shrug. “I’m more upset that I didn't plant any tulips this season.”

“Those your favorite?” Joel asks, surprisingly curious.

“Not mine, my gramps.” Your memories of the farm might be hazy, but you always remembered fresh tulips in the kitchen.

“They’re for the fairies.” Gramps would tell you with a wink.

You were bummed after realizing Pierre had flower seeds and it was too late to see them bloom in your kitchen.

“Damn,” Joel sighs. “Ain't your fault. Pierre’s an ass and hides all the good shit, flower seeds included.”

You’re almost positive Pierre doesn’t do that, but you burst out laughing.

A giddy twinkling glee consumes you and fills you buoyant. He’s trying to comfort you in his own Joel way. And it’s dangerous how fast you’re growing to enjoy the company of this grumpy cactus of a man.

You move to snag a few dandelions and wild horseradishes. You make a face at one that smells a bit ripe and decide to leave it for the forest.

“You can eat those y’know.” Joel comments.

“Yeah so I’ve heard.” You tried your first ever daffodil this month. “A wild horseradish might be a bit too much right now though, but who knows. Maybe one day I’ll try ‘em.”

“My kid used to eat these all the damn time. Never took a likin’ to ‘em myself.” Joel grumbles kicking the disposed horseradish.

Kid.

“You have a kid?” You ask curiously.

Joel blinks to you and there’s a gleam in his earth eyes of something reserved slowly revealing itself.

“Uh… yeah. A daughter. Ellie.”

A daughter. He’s a dad.

It fits him in a way that you never would have expected.

“She doesn’t live here?” You ask but then quickly apologize for pressing the subject. Joel waves you off, casual and unbothered.

“She did, just graduated highschool this year. Wanted to do the whole college deal. She lives out west now.”

So he’s an empty nester.

Delicately, wanting to know more about him and his daughter, you ask about her.

Joel inhales deep then exhales slowly, as if an immovable weight on his shoulders rattles deep to his bones.

“She’s a headache, my Ellie.” Fondness trickles out of Joel a steady stream.

“Stubborn, damn near impossible to argue with cause she’s so fuckin’ smart. Got a good heart. Good head on her shoulders too, wants to be an astronaut.”

“An astronaut?! That’s incredible!” You exclaim in brilliant excitement.

Like the proud dad he is, adoration tugs at Joel’s lips.

“Yeah, been wantin’ to be one for years. That’s why she’s going to school.”

“She sounds incredible, Joel. You must be proud.” You earnestly tell him.

“I am…” His voice is thick, and you don’t miss the way his eyes gloss over distant and misty.

You decide not to press the subject any further. He instead does it for you.

“She loved livin’ here until the damn flower festival rolled around. Then she’d swear up ‘n down about how much she hated this town and was gonna leave the second she could.”

The flower festival is just days away. The town swirls in a controlled chaos for its arrival.

You laugh warm. “I’m guessing she’s not a fan of dancing.”

“Takes after me.” Joel nods.

“Ahh…so guess that means you’re not asking anyone to dance this year.” You comment lightly and Joel snorts.

“Ain’t danced with anyone in a very long time.”

A wistful ace now twists your heart thinking of Joel alone in his home, alone watching the others in town pair off.

“You gonna ask anyone?” Joel turns the question around to you and you almost choke on an inhale.

Not wanting to get flustered or react wildly you focus on the wild springs among the lush forest.

“Uh no. Don’t think anyone wants to dance with the newbie in town. Which is fine.” You answer.

There are lovely and gorgeous people in town. Some have caught your eye. However, you didn’t feel brave or interested enough to ask anyone to dance. And no one seemed intended to ask for your hand in the dance, and you find you’re not too upset about that.

Joel hums low, a sign you’re catching on means he’s listening without having to reply much.

“Hopin’ someone will ask ya to dance?” That question takes you by surprise.

You shrug not wanting to fully answer the question either.

Someone suddenly calls out to Joel from behind. At the edge of the forest leading back into town stands Maria, the town’s legal counsel and assistant mayor.

“Caught playing hooky, busted.” You snicker and Joel scoffs.

Maria yells out Joel’s name again.

“Can you come back to town and help us with something? Thought you’d be at home seeing how it’s your day off today. I’ve been trying to call ya but nothing went through.” She yells.

The service here in the forest was awful compared to the town, a hard lesson you’ve learned quickly.

But you also don’t miss Maria’s comment.

Joel had today off. Yet he decided to stay a bit with you. That thought has teeth and you can’t stop their bite from sinking into your heart.

Joel groans but doesn't hesitate to head towards where the assistant mayor stands. Maria of course spots you and a wonderful grin lights up lovely her face.

“It’s good to see you.” She calls out.

“You too!” You reply back thankful your voice is level.

Joel glances over his shoulder to catch your eye.

“Good luck foragin’. Don’t eat any weird shit.”

You sputter out a squawk at his casual comment.

“Next time I see you, I’m giving you a wild horseradish!” You playfully snap the ridiculous reply before you can even stop yourself, but Joel thankfully rolls his eyes unbothered.

Maria’s eyes however flicker curiously between you and Joel. Too many emotions heat up your skin now. So bidding Joel and Maria a quick goodbye you stomp back into the forest to continue foraging.

Now along in the woods, your thoughts still think of Joel. The bag of parsnip seeds, the bandages, and the recipe, come to mind. You never once discussed any of it with him or him with you. It’s something you keep locked in your heart, just like today will be.

Soon the day melts into early twilight. You snag a couple of dandelions and a few other forageables before deciding to head home.

Joel’s farm house looms quietly still with no lights. You can’t bring yourself to open the gate to his farm and walk up to the house.

So instead you place a few dandelions along with a nice fresh large wild horseradish on top of the mailbox by his gate then head home.

Even when you unwind for the night, you mind still feels like it’s snagged on Joel Miller, still there with him foraging in the forest.

- ☼ -

The flower dance, as strange of a custom as it is, is rather ethereal. So many vivid floral arrangements decorate the space with dynamic colors and the air even smells fresh.

The flower dance honors the legacy of celebrating the final days of spring. But it also is a celebration of love blooming.

“It has roots dating back to fertility rituals.” Demetrius, ever the town scientist, told you while you were chatting with him and his wife.

He was right of course. The flower dance is the opportunity for someone to extend a hand of romantic feelings towards another. Those who hope to participate in the couples dance, or possibly win the crown of Flower Queen, are dressed in glorious attire. Soft light fabrics and flowers woven into crowns create a scene conjured out of a fairy’s kingdom.

Compared to the others in lovely attire with flowers in their hair, you didn’t even dress up or change out of your messy dirt covered jeans. And the only flowers in your hair are actually twigs and leaves from cleaning up more of your property.

With no need to worry about someone asking you to dance, you instead simply enjoy the various foods prepared for the occasion.

“Be careful, the salsa actually has a pretty good kick.” You’re about to go in for a second helping when a gentle accented voice floats out to you.

Besides you is a man with the kindest eyes you’ve seen. Faintly you recognize his face and can recall seeing him around town.

“Tommy Miller.” He reintroduces himself seeing your slight hesitation and your eyes go big.

“Oh, Maria’s husband!” You fully remember her introducing him to you. But now something else clicks.

He’s Joel’s brother.

“Yup.” He grins proud at his wife’s mention.

You apologize profusely for not remembering him sooner and with a kind understanding smile Tommy reassures you it’s fine.

“Been a busy first month for ya, I get it. You’re a tough cookie handlin’ it all.”

Even though his twang mirrors his brother’s, Tommy already radiates a much different energy than Joel. He’s warm in a way that reminds you of a soft summer day welcoming everyone with his vibrant energy.

You thank him earnestly. “The town’s been good to me.”

A part of you wants to add Joel has been good to you. Weeks ago, you would’ve laughed at just the idea of Joel Miller showing you an emotion other than annoyance. But now you and him seem to slowly be warming up to each other.

“Don’t go stealin’ all the good stuff, y’little shit.” Joel arrives with a gruff grumble of a voice and quickly nudges Tommy.

Yet his eyes remained glued on you.

You also seem to notice how striking Joel looks in the crisp light jean button up shirt he wears.

“Speak of the devil… was just about to ask our new farmer here if ya haven’t scared her away yet.” Tommy jokes.

Joel’s face flickers with a scowl fighting to form but he keeps himself surprisingly composed.

Guilt sinks in your gut. You know he’s hard to read and you even feel bad for thinking he’s mean. Because you’re learning fast Joel is earnest in his own way.

“Nah,” you tell Tommy, answering for yourself and Joel almost. “His sheep are actually scarier than he is.”

Tommy busts out laughing and you grin. Your eyes flicker to Joel but see he isn’t grinning. Instead Joel’s handsome aged face stares at you guarded and you can’t read the emotions shimmering in his eyes.

Shit.

You might have overstepped and upset him. So to physically stop yourself from saying anything else you take a bite out of the delicious cornbread on your plate, wave a weak goodbye to the Miller brothers, and scurry away.

Now alone under the shadow of one of the lovely cherry trees, you’re aware of how new you still are, a fresh bud still trying to foster roots in this new ground. You wonder how your gramps dealt with this every year.

Soon enough, the music starts and Mayor Lewis claps excited ready to begin the dance.

At least this will be over soon.

The couples slowly sway to the soft melody then rustling arrives at your side. Gently your eyes turn to the source and you almost collapse seeing Joel move in besides you.

His eyes though stay on the couples dancing among the blooms.

“Could’ve at least picked better music to dance to.” He mumbles bored.

Your lips press hard trying not to smile ridiculous and wide.

“Could you imagine if someone played the wrong song?” You whisper back. “Like, some heavy metal rock song suddenly started screaming out?”

Joel snorts, masks it with a few coughs, but you did it. You made him laugh.

Golden soaked triumph fills you and it feels like the first morning you woke up and found a sprout peeking up from the dark tilled soil.

He’s a complex man and you’re barely even scratching the surface of him. But it’s a tender start you want to continue kindling.

For all the commotion and production given to the festival, the dance only lasts a few moments. It’s over thankfully fast.

“Bit anticlimactic.” You mutter under your breath.

“Yeah it’s dumb.” Joel deadpans.

Your lips fight from letting out a laugh.

Everyone claps joyously at the couples concluding their dance. You wonder, even as silly as this is, if one day maybe you’ll dance with flowers in your hair. But you don’t give that thought too much attention. Just imaging yourself next spring already seems so far away.

“Headin’ home?” Joel asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You hum, narrowing your eyes at the gorgeous meadow.

“I’m kind of tempted to maybe see if I can steal some of the leftovers but yeah, I’m heading back.” You reply.

“Tell me which food you’re eyein’ and I’ll grab it. No one will tell me no.” He offers and you laugh.

“Tempting as that is, I’m just gonna go home.” You wish Joel a warm good night.

He continues walking alongside you.

Your heart jumps until you realize he lives in the same direction. The chatter from the festival still lingers in the air even while you walk further away from the meadow.

“How do you deal with that every year?” You ask with a sigh.

“Alcohol.” Joel dully answers and you snicker at his reply.

“Maybe one day you’ll be dancin’ out there.” Joel comments like he’s trying to continue the small talk. But the suggestion makes you skin itch for a reason you can’t pinpoint.

You only reply with a simple ‘maybe’ and a shrug.

“I’d pay a hundred bucks to see you dance though.” You joke, but also quickly imagine Joel a picture of softness with a flower behind his ear resting beautifully among his silver curls and it makes your knees weak.

Joel however rolls his eyes.

“Next year we’ll just sneak in and take over the music. See what happens.” You offer.

“Now that sounds like a plan.” Joel agrees gruffly.

It sounds like a promise.

You bid him good night until his eyebrows crinkle so classily grumpy Joel.

“Whadya doin’? Ain’t lettin’ ya walk home alone, sprout. Now come on.”

He continues walking as if nothing while your mind tries to recover being tilted on its axis for a bit.

Joel is walking you home.

And he called you sprout.

You want to cradle this new nickname so tenderly in your hands.

Joel quietly asks about your plans for the upcoming season, almost as if he’s trying to keep you focused.

To settle your flutter heart, you manage to ramble about the new incoming seeds you’ve heard about. You talk about your hopes of going to the beach more, not just to fish but to simply enjoy the ocean.

Among all that discussion, in a blink you’re back at your farm.

Instead of Joel rushing home, he lingers.

He checks your porch almost like he’s making sure the thing still stands.

“Hope one day to see that dang greenhouse up ‘n runnin.” He points to the broken greenhouse and you can’t help but sigh at the sight. You hope so too.

Then Joel moves to stand next to you on the land.

It feels different seeing him here.

Just a few weeks ago he was shouting every profanity known to man trying to fix your ancient water heater. He also glared at you the entire time.

Now he stands next to you suggesting on what to grow for the upcoming season.

“You could plant the tomatoes over on this side, give ‘em more shade to grow.”

Joel already reminds you of a back alley cat, one that hisses and refuses to let others near until he decides when to warm up to others. And, like a fresh new sprout, you want to soak up this warmth of him up.

“Also… Don’t forget to plant flowers.” He adds with a soft grumble.

“I won’t.” You grin impressed he remembered.

When you bid him goodnight and thank him again, you almost want to promise you’ll stop by with coffee tomorrow morning.

However that feels too much, like you might make the wrong move and spook him. But you do want to know if he makes it home okay. You can’t even bring yourself to ask him for his phone number.

So you watch Joel leave until your thoughts move fast and you blurt them out.

“Wait how will I know you made it back?”

Joel suddenly stops then glances back to you.

A very soft twinkle comes over his face and he gives you a crooked grin. It colors him with such a boyish expression. This new face of Joel feels sacred, special, and it steals your breath away.

“Hang outside for a bit. I’ll give ya sign, don’t worry.” He nods then melts into the darkness.

You stay frozen on the spot, not wanting to miss whatever it is. You wait, hoping he makes it back safe. Then out from the darkness, far down the path, you see it.

A light from Joel’s house blazes alive.

Then it flickers on and off, like someone flipping the switch a few times. The movement of it against the darkness even feels like a wave of some sorts.

You wish so badly to wave back.

Reassured that he’s home, you head back feeling as light as a feather.

Stepping onto your porch, something catches your eye.

Resting on the main railing barrier are a batch of tulips that were not there when you left.

Your heart jumps into your throat. You didn’t even see Joel place them there.

Delicately placed, the tulips so brilliantly colored sit warm and bright for you - the most beautiful end to your spring.

Though, in your heart, these blooms feel like something closer to a beginning.

[marieslittlecorner]

My Joel 🌾

[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 3/?

the one where joel miller gets his farm. (insp)

[laceyfawn]

requestttt maybe u could do outbreak!joelmiller with a controversial age gap maybe they meet in jackson btw love ur writing girly 🎀

⭑.ᐟ all american

꒰ pairing. joel miller x fem reader

꒰ warnings. farm hand!joel, farmer’s daughter!reader, post outbreak, large age gap (joel is mid-fifties, reader is nineteen), sneaking around, reader is a tease, pervy joel, smut/porn with plot (unprotected p in v, blowjobs, cunnilingus, doing it in public places, brief mentions of rough sex like choking and slapping)

꒰ wc. 2.3k

꒰ dni. minors

joel miller had settled into life at jackson city more comfortably than he ever expected to. after everything he’s been through over the years from the moment the cordyceps flipped the world upside down, jackson is a much-needed escape from it all. it’s peaceful, organized, and a small semblance of the life joel used to know. he’s grateful for it, grateful for the people who have taken him in, grateful for ellie to finally have a safe place to grow up in.

he started working at your daddy’s farm about a month after he arrived at jackson, and soon enough, he found himself at the farm almost every day for the past few months, helping mend a broken fence here; stacking the barrels of hay there.

after a bad fall during the winter of last year following your mother’s death — bless her — your daddy needed help running the place. joel didn’t hesitate to lend a hand. he admires your daddy; the man is kind, patient, and more generous than what joel is used to. plus, your farm provides for much of jackson, so to him, it’s no problem.

the one problem there is, though, is you.

nineteen years old and far too smart-mouthed for your own good, you seem to take great pleasure in getting under joel’s skin. from the first day he arrived at the farm to help, you’d been there. hanging around the barn, fluttering your lashes, wearing little summer dresses that left very little to the imagination.

joel, being a man of discipline and restraint, had done his best to ignore it at the start — your obvious flirting — but you made that a difficult task.

every day, you seem to find new ways to tease him. if you’re not flaunting around in one of your short dresses, you’re leaving your panties hanging on the washing line where you know joel will be working nearby or bending over right in his line of view on a windy day, purposefully making your dress fly up just enough to give him a glimpse of what he can look at but not touch.

joel grits his teeth, clenches his fists and keeps his eyes focused on whatever task your daddy gives him, but he can’t deny that it’s affecting him. the way you talk, the way you smile at him from under those thick lashes, the way your backside ‘accidentally’ grazes the noticeable bulge in his pants as you pass by. all of it is enough to drive any man insane.

and joel is a man. he’s not blind to the fact that you’re a beautiful girl, and your constant teasing stirs something inside him that he hasn’t felt in years…

so he’s really not to blame for how he starts responding. stealing your panties off the washing line when no one is around, tucking them into his pocket for safe keeping. he can’t help himself; they smell too much like you, your intoxicating scent. and he gets lonely in that big, empty house of his; he needs something to get him through the long nights.

craning his neck to get a better look up your dress when you’re bent over a berry bush or collecting the chickens’ eggs. you’ve caught him staring quite a few times, but you never flinch or try to cover up; you just pursue your lips and give him that same teasing smile of yours that never fails to make his stomach flip. you know exactly what you’re doing.

even going so far as to sneak into your bedroom and pounding you into the mattress when your daddy is out. your daddy likes joel well enough, but at the same time, he’s a stern, protective man and still doesn’t like the idea of his daughter, his angel, you, with men. especially not men thrice your age. he would put joel’s head on a spike if he ever found out about this.

joel gets where he’s coming from. joel himself knows it’s wrong. a man his age shouldn’t be focused on a sweet, young thing like you. the age gap is far too big — controversial, even. when he first brought it up to you one afternoon while he was watering the crops, telling you, “i’m old enough to be your father,” you’d responded with a giggle and a simple “so? even better.” joel had raised his eyebrows, amused, and said “really, sweetheart?”

from that moment on, he stopped caring about the age gap, and soon, things escalated from simply just sneaking into your bedroom. joel fucked you in practically every area of the house; on the dinner table, in the shower, over the armrest of your daddy’s favorite rocking chair. he’d have to clamp a large, calloused hand over your mouth to muffle your screams, or press your face into a pillow, and he never stopped until your legs were shaking, your core was aching, and you were stuffed nice and full with his seed.

your rendezvous aren’t just limited to the house, though. other days, you’ll fuck in the barnyard too. joel will have you bouncing up and down on his cock, your slick, puffy folds swallowing every inch he has to offer, grass in your hair and over his shirt, loud grunts and breathy moans echoing around the loft — though you always pull off with a teasing grin just when joel is about to cum, wanting to see how long he lasts before he snaps. and when he finally decides he’s had enough of your teasing, he flips you over, pressing you into the hay-strewn ground, and rails you, your thighs either pushed up to your chest or coiled tight around his torso, ankles digging into his lower back, pressing him deeper and harder into you.

he’s a talker too. whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he blows your back out, calling you his princess, his baby girl, his little doll. other days he can be mean with it, which you know is to be expected. joel is a hardened, brutal man, rough around the edges with a past loaded full of trauma. he needs some sort of outlet for all that. he’ll deliver a light smack to your face to jolt you back to the present, maybe apply a bit of pressure to your throat, but nothing ever too rough. he’d never want to harm something so precious to him; like a porcelain doll he’s too scared of breaking.

and of course, it all remains a secret. your daddy isn’t the only one who would disapprove. the people of jackson, as understanding and caring as they are, would definitely frown upon a relationship with such a large age gap. not to mention the difference in personalities. you, the sweet, gentle farmer’s daughter, and joel, the hard-as-nails ex-raider.

even tommy, as much as he jokes about finding you attractive and calling you a ‘little fox,’ would never let joel hear the end of it if he found out.

so it stays like that between you and joel. constantly sneaking around the farm, sneaking kisses and subtle flirtations behind your daddy’s back, fucking as soon as you can get your hands on each other. some nights he’ll spend with his face buried between your legs, tongue rolling over your sensitive clit, the bud swollen and red from how long joel’s been at it. other days you’ll give him a quick blowjob behind the shed to help him release some of the stress that’s been pent-up since he saw your cleavage in your tight shirt earlier that day.

to your daddy, joel is simply just the farmhand. the trustworthy farmhand who minds his own business and keeps his focus on his work. but behind closed doors… well, that’s a different story.

one morning, joel is out by the barn, working on repairing the broken sheep gate that’s come loose from its hinges. the sound of hammer hitting wood and the cows grazing in the paddock is the only thing that fills the air.

you’re there, lingering nearby as always, pretending to hang washing but really just watching joel. your dress today is shorter than usual, the hem barely even brushing your thighs, so tiny that if you were to lean forward or stand on your tippy toes, your entire ass would be out. it’s light and airy, perfect for the summer heat yet entirely inappropriate for a farm — though joel suspects that’s the point.

he tries to ignore you, focusing on the task at hand, but he can feel your eyes on him, can see the way you’re stretching and bending and shifting a little closer each time to purposefully rile him up, soft giggles of satisfaction escaping your lips every time he glances over at you with dark, longing eyes.

eventually, he sighs and turns to face you, wiping the sweat from his brow with a huff. “(name),” he mutters, voice low and firm. “quit it. your father’s gonna see us.”

your smile widens and you reply, “daddy’s all the way up at the house, joel-y.” joel-y. a nickname you’d given him at some point when he started working here. “he can’t see anything.”

joel shakes his head, but he can’t help the way his gaze drifts down your legs before quickly snapping back up to your face. “you’re gonna get us caught,” he warns you, his voice lacking the conviction he wishes it had.

you giggle again, clearly not taking him seriously. pushing yourself away from the washing line with a twirl, you saunter closer, hips swaying with each step, making joel’s heart rate quicken despite himself.

“i like the risk,” you whisper as you come to a stop in front of him, reaching out to stroke a hand down his chest. you’re close now, too close for joel’s liking. especially with your daddy only a few feet away.

joel chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to hold onto the last remnants of his self-control. “i’m serious, girl—”

but before he can finish his sentence, your hand dips lower. your fingers brush past the waistband of his worn jeans and easily unbuckle his belt in a matter of seconds. joel sucks in a breath. he knows he should stop you, knows that this is reckless, downright stupid even. but as soon as your hand slips inside his boxers and wraps around his hardening cock, all thoughts of self-control fly out the window.

he groans loudly when you give him an experimental squeeze, droplets of precum oozing from his tip and gathering on your fingers. then your hand wraps all the way around his shaft and you begin to stroke him. slowly at first, then faster the louder he gets, grunting your name like it’s a prayer on his lips.

“you’re always so tense, joel-y,” you whisper to him, nipping his ear. “i can help you with that…”

he doesn’t even register the words. all he knows is that you’re here, so close, smelling of roses and strawberries, your soft breasts pressed against his arm, your dainty hand down his pants, and he’s so so close...

and it’s then that a voice rings out from the house, ruining the moment completely.

“(name)!”

it’s your daddy.

joel’s stomach drops. he stiffens immediately, instinctively going to push you away despite that being the very last thing he wants to do. thankfully from where your daddy is standing on the porch, the washing line and the nearby willow tree provide enough cover for the hand you have shoved down joel’s pants to be hidden from his view. still, it isn’t exactly a comfort either, considering your daddy could come wandering over at any second now if he felt like it, and see for himself what’s going on.

“come inside, honey,” your daddy calls out again, his tone stern but not questioning. he doesn’t suspect anything. “leave joel alone while he’s working. i need that fence fixed today.”

without missing a beat, you step back casually. you give joel’s cock another quick squeeze before you pull away completely, subtly wiping your hand clean on his jeans. he swallows and shoots you a look which you return with a wink.

then, you turn to your daddy, chirp a sweet “coming, daddy!” and skip up the pathway to your house. joel doesn’t miss the way you tug your dress a little higher up to flash him a hint of the lacy panties you’re wearing beneath — his favorite pair, the same ones he’s snatched off the washing line and used to jerk off to numerous times before.

then, just before you disappear into your house, you glance over your shoulder and give joel a look that clearly says ‘we’ll pick this up later.’

he swallows hard, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. his jeans are now way too tight and uncomfortably sticky, and his face is flushed and hot. he feels like a damn teenager again, getting so affected by a bit of touching from a pretty girl. but you’re different. you’re not just any pretty girl. you have a way about you, a way of making joel forget any common sense, a way of making him forget about anything other than that he wants you.

with a grunt, he returns to his work, his hands slightly shakier now as he continues hammering nails into the splintered wood of the sheep gate. “damn girl will be the death of me.”

but he gets back at you for your teasing later, when he fucks you in the stables until your throat is raw from screaming so much, your hips are covered in bruises, and the skin of your neck is barely even visible beneath all the hickey’s joel leaves there.

and the next morning when your daddy asks you why you didn’t come down for dinner last night or for breakfast, how can you possibly explain to him that it’s because you physically can’t walk anymore?

please do not steal, copy, translate or repost anywhere else ♡

[rozeliyna]

𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

[joelssgirll]

Losing my MIND over this picture, can’t decide if it’s giving Farmer!Joel or the return of Javier.

[chiriwritesstuff]

Kintsugi; a 'Meet Me at the Farmers Market' Three-Part Series - Masterlist

Pairing: No Outbreak! Joel Miller x Plus Size! F! Reader

Series Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Series Summary: After enduring the biggest heartbreak of your life, you make the bold decision to gather the pieces of your shattered heart and move halfway across the country, seeking a fresh start and a chance to rebuild. Love isn’t on your radar—you’re just focused on healing. But then you meet your neighbor at the farmer's market, a grumpy and cold man who seems to go out of his way to keep his distance. Despite his rough exterior and apparent dislike for you, you can’t help but feel an unexpected pull toward him. Beneath that tough facade, he’s more drawn to you than he’s willing to admit.

Now you’re left wondering: could this man be the key to repairing your broken heart? And more importantly, will you let him?

Series Tags: Enemies to Lovers (or... grumpy x sunshine), Slow(ish) burn, Eventual Smut, Grumpy Joel Miller, Sunshine Female Reader, First he's grumpy, then he's sweet, Divorced Joel Miller, Divorced Reader, I know they're eventually gonna love each other but how did it get to that point, Scheming Tommy Miller, Miller Family Hijinks!

Chapter List:

High Horse - Dropping on 8/17

Slow Burn - Coming Soon!

Kintsugi - Coming Soon!

[aangelichaos]

TWELVE DAYS OF FICMAS

(Starts December 14th!)

MASTERLIST

Day 1: Gingerbread houses + Joel Miller and Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

Day 2: Mistletoe + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Day 3: Present shopping + Hugo Vega (Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator)

Day 4: Wrapping presents + Vanessa Shelly and Mike Schmidt (FNAF)

Day 5: Snowball fight + Vanessa Shelly (FNAF)

Day 6: Caroling + Shane (Stardew Valley)

Day 7: First snow + Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Day 8: New Year's kiss + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Day 9: Hot chocolate + Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Day 10: Secret Santa + Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Day 11: Ornaments + Mike and Abby Schmidt (FNAF)

Day 12: Christmas day + Harvey (Stardew Valley)

[unhinged-summer-fun]

farmer joel snippet 01.

Written for Danktober 2022 Day 02: Daddy, Scurry, National Farm Animals Appreciation Day

A/N: This is a snippet from my upcoming Farmer Joel Miller series, which is set in an extremely canon-divergent setting after (most of) the events of TLOU1. I know there's a lot of hard feelings regarding Joel Miller fic and daddy kink, age gaps, damsels in distress, and/or reader-inserts being generally seen as naive/incapable. Cool. I don't care about those feelings! There's a lot of context I'm deliberately keeping from this story because it's not finished and I don't want to give away any plot. If you want to judge my fic out of context go right ahead with your wrong opinions. <3

Anyway. Enjoy.

[full danktober list here]

[farmer joel masterlist here]

"Don't go out too far! Almost lunchtime," Joel called.

"Got it, daddy!" you said, waving as you ran off to visit the animals. You stopped first at the barn, waving to the pigs and the cow and the horse within. They mostly ignored you, but that didn't stop your excitement at all. You didn't see Joel on the porch when you came back, most likely making lunch in the kitchen.

You lost track of time, and where you were, and why.

The goats were making you laugh. It was a strange sensation, laughing again. It had ramped up in its frequency as of late, this new sense of levity. You knew Joel was still getting used to it, both your newfound open affection and his reception to it. He was still remembering the steps to kindness and care, but you were still remembering how to accept it without suspicion or wariness.

You indulged in your happy giggles at the gate to the goatyard, watching them hop and trip about in the dirt. The sun was bright and warm today, glinting into your eyes from the tin roof of the chicken coop. The light pulled your focus, your feet moving on their own as the chickens became more and more interesting.

"Hello!" you called with a giggle, smiling at the bewildered clucking you received in reply. You watched the path of a mouse scurry out of sight of the chickens, only getting their attention when it had already escaped to safety.

Curiosity pulled you to follow the mouse into the tall grass surrounding the glade. You kept your eye on it as you ran, barefoot, through the field after it. It made little squeaking noises you were delighted by, which had you smiling as you ran full-tilt into danger.

The grass stopped underfoot suddenly, giving way to dead twigs and leaves and the loam of the forest floor. The mouse got too far away from you when you froze in terror, looking up to see the dark, hulking shape of something lurking just a short distance away.

It hunched over, looking as though it was wearing some ugly, rotted cape on its back. Wild and thorned bones protruded from its forehead, looking like a halo with how it faced you. Even in the day, its eyes glinted with furious red catlight, predatory and hungry.

It took a step toward you, shaking the earth beneath your feet, just like the last time.

You couldn't move, frozen in fear as it stalked toward you faster than you could track it.

A hand wrapped around your arm and yanked.

Safety was found just a few yards from the treeline, out of the shade of the thicket and back in the sun, which felt much cooler now than it was a moment ago. Joel held you to his chest, both arms wrapped around you as you watched a wretched, terrible claw stretch past the nearest tree in a swipe.

The second the claw was cast in sunlight, the thing shrieked, whether in pain or fury you didn't know, but it spurred Joel to get you on your feet and running to the house. It didn't follow, but you would not forget again how eagerly it waited for you.

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

MASTERLIST

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Kinktober Day 5 - You lose your virginity to Joel Miller (Smut, soft dom Joel, virginity kink, 2.7K words)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Robert Small

Kinktober Day 1 - You masturbate- but not alone (Mutual masturbation, slight dubcon, 1.2K words)

Joseph Christiansen

Kinktober Day 4 - Joseph likes being called a certain name (Daddy kink, rough sex, anal, 0.9K words)

Encanto

Bruno Madrigal

Kinktober Day 3 - Bruno always did say his real gift was acting (Roleplay, consensual dubcon, PIV sex, 1.5K words)

Stardew Valley

Shane

Kinktober Day 2 - Shane always knows just what you need (Anal fingering, rimming, 1.2K)

Harvey

(Coming soon!!)

[kedsandtubesocks]

SEASONS OF YOU : a stardew valley AU

After moving into your grandfather’s farm, you discover what awaits in the valley is more than you expected…

I can’t thank everyone enough for cheering me on & showing so much love for this strange AU of mine & feeding my Stardew obsession lol you don’t necessarily have to know/even play to read, there will be references to the game but all will be explained!

So this series will work as two different worlds / universes - one where you romance Joel & the other where you romance Frankie

You get to pick which boy & their fic you want to explore!

✧ These two will stay separate and operate independently in their own fics (think of them as two different game files) - so sorry to my babes hoping for a crossover/poly fic… maybe someday!

✧ Also, mirroring the eased & relaxed spirit of the gameplay itself, this series will be updated without a firmly set schedule and I appreciate your understanding!

I am hope we can all enjoy romancing some cute farm boys ♡

-

1st Year:

Joel - Spring 🌱

1st Year:

Frankie - Winter ❄️

-

special thanks to these special farmers for the most beautiful guidance & support: @lowlights @swiftispunk @burntheedges @ahauntedcowboy @tightjeansjavi @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @nothoughtsjustmeds

[marieslittlecorner]

I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon

[citizenscreen]

Joel McCrea, Edward Arnold, and Frances Farmer for COME AND GET IT (1936), credited directors Howard Hawks and William Wyler