A collection of one-shots featuring various Pedro Pascal characters. Including: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Pike, Dave York, Javi Gutierrez, Oberyn Martell, Jack "Whiskey" Daniels, and Max Phillips. Most contain expl...
summary: You like to go to the bar at night, have a shot, and dance to the jukebox until it tires you out. Joel likes to go to the bar, have a couple of drinks, and watch you dance, entranced by how carefree and happy you look. Ellie thinks it's disgusting how you stare at each other with moon eyes and decides it's time Joel finally talks to you.
rating: Explicit (This is basically smut with some plot. No y/n, age gap (20-25 years), Soft Joel Miller, reader isn't a virgin but is very inexperienced, Joel is extremely sweet in showing how good sex can be, alternating pov, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, oral sex (f receiving/first time), vaginal fingering, (1) pussy slap, spit mention, dirty talk, praise kink, a hint of Protective Joel, a couple of ma'am's, Good Parent Joel, Ellie giving Joel so much shit, Ellie being the best wingman, Joel supporting his lesbian daughter, a touch of pregnancy, Joel holding a baby, TLOU AU where Joel doesn't lie to Ellie and they're good when they get back to Jackson)
word count: 7.1k+
a/n: A dear friend sent me the song Stella by Cereus Bright as a prompt for Joel Miller, and this is what happened. I'm going to be honest and tell you this is completely self-indulgent.
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Jackson is just so... normal.
Or at least as normal as a town can be in an apocalypse.
Returning with Ellie, they were given duties like every other person who lived there to keep the place continuing to be normal.
They've been there a little over a month, and Joel already has a routine: up at seven am, making sure Ellie gets up, too (ignores her grumbling), goes with her to the canteen to have breakfast (ignores her glares). They split up to go do their jobs for the day, him returning to the house around five, showering the day away, then goes to have dinner with Ellie at six (happily listens about her day and the girl she's taken a liking to named Cat). She goes to hang out with her new friends, and he likes to go sit in the bar to have a couple of drinks over a few hours and people-watch.
It's more person-watch, or at least each time he's gone, there's only one person who catches his eye.
Every night at around eight, you make your way into the bar, taking a shot of something clear at the bartop, then going to the jukebox, putting on a song, and dancing.
It's not one song, or two, you keep them going and dancing until there's a sheen of sweat on your skin, and you finally have to get some water.
It entrances him with how carefree you are, how happy you are, your eyes closed, smiling as you just lose yourself to the music, moving to the beat.
Sometimes people join you, sometimes men try to convince you to get a drink with them that you always politely decline, and Joel would feel like a creep, but sometimes your eyes open and lock with his, and you wink at him, which always makes him so damn flustered. He knows you're aware of him because when you enter the bar, your attention goes to his corner table, smiling at him before you go take your shot.
