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I’ll be uploading my first Joel Miller fanfic in a few days, it’s gonna be a multi-chapter story. this is just a teaser, the first chapter is a bit long but I hope you guys enjoy it 😭

there are still a few typos in some words and sentences, that’s why I didn’t upload it today. I’m still editing it, I actually planned to post it today but there were too many typos!

The headline is so crazy af, I should hide from it.

Credit: tt/punksneverdie

#pedro pascal #pedrohub #joel miller

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Babies name?!

Context: domestic fluff, mentioned baby, kiss, age gap (not specific)

Oh my god, this is my very first written fanfic, and I’m honestly so nervous posting it. I really hope anyone who reads it enjoys it. Sorry it’s so short, I have a lot more sitting in my drafts, I’m just a little scared to share it (for now). 😭💕💕💕

They were tangled together on the bed in that lazy, end-of-day way, legs overlapping, pillows crooked, the room lit only by the warm spill of a lamp on the nightstand. He lay on his back, one arm stretched above his head, scrolling through Instagram with half-focus. She was beside him on her stomach, laptop open, tabs multiplying like she had no intention of stopping.

Every few seconds she’d hum, or gasp quietly, or mutter oh wait this one’s cute.

He glanced over. “You’re shopping like it’s a competitive sport.”

“It is,” she said seriously. Then she turned the screen toward him. “Okay. Be honest. Would you wear this? Like, daily. Besides your band T-shirts.”

He leaned over, squinting, hair falling into his eyes. He studied it longer than she expected.

“I love the color,” he said finally. Purple. Black. White.

Her face lit up. “I knew it.”

She scrolled again, faster now, confidence unlocked. “And these, carpenter jeans. Tell me they wouldn’t look sooo goooddd and hawt on you.”

The way she said hot came out all wrong, stretched and breathy and absolutely unintentional.

Then he paused, frowning slightly, thinking. “What do you young people call it?”

She looked at him, already laughing. “What young people?”

He pointed at the screen, nodding like he had it. “That one. Oh, interest boyfriend?!”

She lost it, laughter spilling out of her as she fell back against the pillows. “Pinterest boyfriend,” she corrected, still smiling too big.

“Oh,” he said, pretending to absorb the information seriously. “That sounds dangerous.”

He shook his head, smiling to himself, thumb still idly moving on his phone. For a moment it was just that, fabric, colors, the quiet intimacy of existing side by side.

Then, without looking up, she said, far too casually,

“Soooo… if we have babies,...”

He stopped scrolling and turned his head. “Babies?” he repeated. “Plural?”

She looked at him, offended. “Sir, you interrupted me in the middle of my sentence.”

He raised his hands slightly, surrendering, amused. “Sorry. Please keep going.”

She took a breath, suddenly more serious, eyes fixed somewhere past the screen. “Yeah. Maybe two. Or three.” She shrugged, but there was weight behind it. “I’m fine with it as long as I’m with you forever.”

That did something to him. He shifted onto his side, phone forgotten now, watching her carefully.

“I was an only child,” she continued. “It’s boring. You don’t have someone to play with. Or argue with. Or make up with after.” She smiled softly, almost to herself. “So yeah. More than one.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Keep going, ma’am.”

She laughed under her breath, then tilted her head. “So. Names.”

He groaned happily. “Oh, we’re really doing this.”

“Boy or girl,” she said. “Do they have to be Latino names or what?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “I mean… I’d like that.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately. “Of course you would.”

“For a boy,” he said, already warming to it, “maybe Mathias.” He tasted the name. “Or Mateo. Lucas. Andrés.”

She watched him, melting a little, because his voice changed when he said them, softer, fuller, like he was already carrying something precious.

“And if it’s a girl...” He paused, smiling like this was his favorite part. “Lucía. Sofía. Valentina.”

Her entire body reacted before she could stop it. She groaned and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You cannot say girl names like that.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, genuinely confused. “Like what?”

“Like you’re already in love with them,” she said, laughing, overwhelmed. “It’s illegal.”

He leaned over and kissed her temple, slow and sure. “I probably would be.”

Her chest tightened. She turned to look at him, smile small but real. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I know.”

But he wasn’t done.

“Camila,” he added thoughtfully.

“Isabela.”

“And maybe María, no, wait," when he said it she smile so big "...María Elena.”

She burst out laughing, rolling toward him and slapping a hand over his mouth. “You stop. You’re done. No more.”

He laughed into her palm, eyes crinkling, then kissed the center of her hand, slow and deliberate, just to make her laugh harder. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder, still giggling.

“You’re doing it on purpose,” she accused.

He gently pulled her hand away. “You don’t like it?”

“I like it too much,” she said.

He opened his mouth, clearly about to add another name.

She kissed him before he could.

Soft. Immediate. A full stop.

He smiled into the kiss, one hand sliding to her waist, grounding her there. When they pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“Okay,” he said, breath warm against her skin. “I’ll behave.”

She smiled, eyes bright. “Thank you.”

“For now,” he added.

She laughed and kissed him again just to be safe, laptop still open, shopping cart abandoned, both of them perfectly content letting the future stay right there between them, imagined and glowing, unrushed.

I’m always open to requests, so if there’s anything you’d like to see, feel free to tell me, I’d love to write it. 💌 Thxxxx xoxo

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There's a part of me that wants to be his controversial younger girlfriend. 🎀🐰

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I SEE SOMETHIN' ELSE (you know what I am saying)

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kinktober day eight - jealousy

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: your relationship with rick is new, so when you get to alexandria and a new guy tries flirting with you, rick doesn’t like it (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: alexandria

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: jealousy, un-named alexandrian flirts with reader, poorly written smut, oral (m receiving), implied age gap (not mentioned but rick is older), ricks possessive, rewrote this halfway through so hope it actually all makes sense, teeny tiny threat of rick cumming over readers face (he doesn’t), lmk if i missed any

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 970

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: actually already had this idea, so two birds with one stone

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