#uncle!joel

[pennyold]

warmth arms | j.m

summary: A brief drive through the town was tamed by the rain, which had a tinny effect on their relationship.

warnings: flirting, joel teaches how to kiss, fluff, and kissing a 'family figure'

w.c: 1,523

a/n: i finally did the BEST part and most HOT scene i wrote a bout this Joel, omg, i got sooo excited that i couldn't stop imagining him like that, im gonna faint. READ THE WARNINGS PLS, THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY FAMILY BY BLOOD

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part six

peace and love, penny ★

The next day, you felt like making a meal for Joel. He was still working on some tasks in his garage, and you could barely see him when he entered the cabin. You picked up a small brown book with worn covers, opened it, and found notes written by Joel. You read the first few pages, and it was a recipe diary; you couldn't help but smile as you read, imagining Joel cooking by himself.

You set the book aside and searched for some ingredients in the kitchen; you would make a dish you had in mind. That dish was taught to you by the woman who 'took care' of you months ago. You still remembered, so you started cooking.

By the evening, Joel had already finished his work. He entered the house and knew perfectly well that you were in the kitchen. "Hey," you turned to look at him and smiled. "Cooking again?" he asked as they sat at the table in front of the kitchen. "What?" "Didn't you get it, Uncle Joel?" he shook his head and pressed his lips together. He hated the 'uncle' coming out of your mouth. "It seems fine to me, you cook well, but you have to let me cook for you," you denied, sitting next to him. "You give me a roof, I should cook for you," you insisted, and Joel noticed how your head works.

After finishing the meal, Joel had to go to the village for some supplies, but he didn't want to leave you alone, so he invited you to go with him. You gladly accepted and followed him.

The town was quiet, as usual, but it always had something to hide. Joel parked at the hardware store, and you accompanied him. While Joel was asking for the materials at the counter, you took a look around the hardware store. "Hey, darlin'," Joel called you, and handed you a bag with light items. "Could you take this to the car?" You nodded and left the store, walking towards the truck, where you placed the bag.

You turned around and fixed your gaze on an antique shop. The store was one unit away from the hardware store, so you waited for Joel. He came out with another bag in his hand, smiling as he walked towards you. "Hey," you smiled back. "Hi." He looked at the window display with the objects and raised his eyebrows. "Wow, so you like old things, huh?" You nodded. "They're pretty, I like their vintage look." He nodded. "Let's take a look." You took him by the arm and led him into the store with you.

While you were looking at the antiques, Joel couldn't take his eyes off you. Every now and then, he looked at your face, inspecting your lips, nose, cheekbones, eyebrows, and the creases that formed at the corners of your mouth. "Could you stop?" you whispered beside him while taking a cup "What do you mean?" he whispered back with a slight smile on the side of his mouth "You keep staring at me, do you think I don't notice?" after saying the last word, you looked up and locked your gaze with Joel's.

Without having noticed it, your arm brushed against Joel's, and although Joel was taller than you, the closeness of both faces could be felt. "We should leave if you're not going to buy anything," he said playfully. You gently took him by the arm and pulled him towards you before he could walk out of your radar. "C'mere, I found a jacket for you, it would look great on you." You kept pulling his arm until you brought him to a rack with used clothes, among those piles of brown leather jackets.

You took one off a hanger and handed it to Joel. He raised an eyebrow. "Come on, try it on," you encouraged him, and he handed you the bag from the hardware store. He put on the jacket and stood in front of the old mirror, leaning against the wall. "I like it," you whispered as you watched the coat fit him like a glove, his arms looking bigger than when bare. "Oh really? Do you want me to buy it?" he looked at you for a second, and then looked at himself again. You shrugged. "I don't know, what do you think?" he laughed and took off the jacket to pay for it at the counter.

Upon leaving the store, the rain soaked them completely; it was raining so hard that the thick drops crashed against the pavement. Quickly, they got into the car, and all that could be heard were their breaths and the attempt to generate warmth to ease the slight shivering of their bodies. "Damn..." Joel gasped, "Everything okay?" he shook his head. "Everything will be muddy on the way to the cabin. If we leave now, we might get stuck." Joel was right, it was going to be complicated to drive in this rain. "Well, we'll stay here until the rain stops," you shrugged while trying to warm yourself by hugging yourself. "Are you very cold?" he asked you. You nodded slowly. "Can I take your jacket?" you said timidly. He shook his head and pulled your arm to crash your body against his.

He wrapped your body with his big arms, providing warmth with his chest, looked at your flushed face, and smiled, "Aren't you cold anymore?" he whispered, which made your hair stand on end and caused a slight tingling in your thighs. You denied answering his question, avoiding looking at him. It was becoming a comfortable position, but somewhat uncomfortable due to the strange feeling in your groin. You squeezed your thighs to calm that sensation, but it got worse; it had increased.

Joel noticed how you squirmed beneath his arms, thinking you were just trying to get comfortable, but it was something more. Without realizing it, you were getting friction in your intimate zone; it seemed pleasant, but it increased the urge to place your hand there. Inexplicably, you stopped moving and your insides contracted, suppressing a moan. "Everything okay? Do you want me to let you go?" You shook your head while touching Joel's arms, pressing his arms against your chest.

And in quick movements, you freed yourself from Joel's arms, took his face with both hands, and pressed your lips against his. Joel pushed you away and licked his lips, "What the hell...?" You pressed your lips together as you returned to your seat. "I'm sorry," you said before pressing your lips against his again. In a state of shock, Joel closed his eyes and noticed that you weren't moving your mouth; your lips were just pressed together. He pulled away again, this time, you stood still in front of him. "What was that?" Your cheeks got so hot that you looked away. "I kissed you," you whispered. "I know you did, but why?" he asked with doubt.

"Tell me the truth," he said while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I-I... Joel... You mean a lot to me, so much." Joel blinked several times and sighed. "You like me, don't you?" he says while trying to understand the situation, you nodded and Joel cursed under his breath, "I'm too old, I can't like you, you're too young, you shouldn't..." he fell silent and thought that he had no idea what it was all about.

"Joel, I was in captivity for eight years, I don't even know what this feeling is when..." he silenced you by placing his fingers over your lips; he didn't want to hear about that right now. "Great, so we shouldn't repeat this, understood?" You nodded as you returned to your seat.

It seems that it hadn't been clear; now you were kissing Joel again, clumsily, but you liked feeling his mustache brushing against the corners of your lips. "Teach me," you whispered while placing gentle kisses on his cheeks. "Please," you whispered while looking at him with shining eyes. Joe grunted and ran his fingers through his hair. "I shouldn't be doing this, damn it," he denied while thinking again about how Tommy would react. He would put a noose around Joel's neck and hang him from a tree.

"Come on, Uncle Joel, show me." Joel grabbed your jaw with one hand, he pressed your face against his, closely. "Stop using that word, sweetheart." You frowned, "Which word?" You knew perfectly what he meant. "Uncle?" you said as Joel squeezed your cheeks, not aggressively. You groaned in pain, and finally, Joel kissed you. His mouth devoured yours, his lips surrounded yours, and he felt his stomach tighten. Little by little, he whispered what you could do during the kiss; you noticed how Joel did it, then you imitated his movements. Joel noticed how you molded yourself to him in seconds; he liked it a lot. "Alright, that's enough, long enough," he said, frustratedly as he got up from the sofa. "Is that all? I thought it would be better," you said in a playful tone while looking at him. "Better?" he repeated your words and laughed as he went up the stairs. "Go to sleep, kiddo."

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[pennyold]

affection | j.m

summary: In small pieces, you have recovered, all due to Joel, but gradually, you feel more, like some kind of affection that you don't want to admit.

content: fluff with kinda flirting.

w.c: 1,394

a/n: this is just the progress of their relationship, the good part will come, I promise, by now, it's just how the reader is getting deeply involved w Joel. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, but hope u like it!!

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part three (next part)

part four

part five

part six

peace and love, penny ★

Joel had developed an attachment to you, it was logical because he considered you relatives, that's how he looked at you, for now. He noticed your distant behaviors and your preservation when he wasn't around, he watched you, trying to decipher you as if you were a thousand-piece puzzle.

Your temperament had changed; you no longer felt hurt or belittled, you felt loved and appreciated. Joel was taking perfect care of you and knew how to do it. You admired his being, simply him, especially Tommy when he came to visit you along with María. From time to time, they stayed with Joel, but they returned to the village to continue with their duties.

At night, it was inevitable not to hear Joel's snoring; he spent late hours working in the garage. You had never asked him what he invested so much time in that left him so tired, but your curiosity was eating away at your brain. You simply couldn't help it and questioned him about his daily routine.

He was in the garage as always; it was midnight, and the lights were still on. Joel was working, and you were trying to sleep, but you kept thinking about Joel and what he was doing at night. When you opened the garage door, Joel looked up, and for the first time, you saw Joel with glasses. "Uncle Joel," he smiled and took off his glasses. "I thought you were asleep, sorry if I woke you up." You shook your head, laughing. "You didn't, I was in the kitchen and got curious about what you were doing." Joel sighed and looked at the table. He beckoned you with his hand, and you approached slowly.

You looked at his workbench and saw an electrical device with exposed wires. "What is that?" He sighed and touched the bridge of his nose, "It's a car brain, I'm repairing what would be the digital screen." You looked at him without understanding a single word of what he was referring to, he laughed and took you by the wrist, making you come closer to the device. "Do you really want to know what this is?" he asked incredulously. He considered what he was doing was boring, but it was what kept him entertained for days.

You glanced at him sideways, debating whether to tell him the truth or just pretend to be interested and spend time with him, but you enjoyed being with him, so you lied and spent the night listening to him talk about what he did. The hours flowed by, and without keeping track of time, it was four-thirty in the morning. "Damn, it's really late," you quickly got up from his thigh and stood up. "Yeah, I should go, good night," you said quickly, leaving the garage and entering the house. As you walked towards your room, you recapped what had happened. You hadn't understood a single word of what he said, you only heard his voice echoing in your head, his breath flowing with yours, his hands careful not to touch you even a little, and his chest moving frantically every time you moved on his thigh.

But if he was your uncle, right? There was no reason to question anything, it was a simple and respectful relationship between you.

When you sat on the bed, you kept thinking about what had happened, you heard Joel's heavy footsteps on the stairs, which made you get up immediately. You left the room and went into the bathroom, pretending to brush your hair. Before Joel could pass to his room, you called out, "Joel." He looked up, still wearing his glasses. "So, is that what keeps you in the garage all the time?" He smiled from ear to ear and nodded without saying more. "Good night, kiddo," you whispered, "kiddo" almost inaudibly. You hated that nickname, but you couldn't tell Joel; it would hurt his feelings.

Although you would deny or reproach it, Joel was still your priority, you kept thinking about who he was now, about how fortunate you were to have him close. So much that your heart would swell, thinking that you were being appreciated and not hurt. You wanted to return that favor, he had done so many things for you, so many that you couldn't even count them, they were countless. This time, you had read the food packaging. Following the instructions, you would make food for Joel for the first time, and you didn't want to mess it up, so you worked quickly and focused.

Suddenly, Joel heard noises in the kitchen, left his work, and got up from the chair, walking slowly towards the kitchen. He peeked around the side of the wall and saw you cooking for the first time, you were wearing an apron that was on wrong, it was inside out and smeared with tomato sauce, your hair was a mess, and you were moving back and forth, focused. Slowly, Joel positioned himself at the kitchen table and leaned on it, watching you do everything.

Without noticing him, you turned around and jumped at seeing him standing there, looking at you. "Oh my God, Uncle Joel, you scared me." He laughed and walked around the table, standing in front of you. "So now you're cooking, huh?" you nodded without looking at him "The apron is inside out." You looked at the apron and sighed exhaustedly, "But it does its job, I didn't get sauce on me," you shrugged and continued cooking. "Keep working in the garage, I'm not done yet." You tried to hurry him; he didn't want to leave, but he obeyed you and left with a smile on his lips.

Minutes later, you knocked on the garage door, Joel answered, and you slightly opened the door. "Dinner is ready." "I'll be there in 5 minutes." "Fine" You closed the door and adjusted your apron, leaving it in the laundry room and shaking off your clothes. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and seemed horrified, your face like you'd seen a ghost and your hair a tornado. You tidied up your appearance as presentably as possible and made your way to the kitchen, serving the food to Joel. He didn't take long to arrive, opened the fridge, took out a beer, sat at the table, and the plate was already served. "It looks delicious," he complimented, and without looking at him, you replied, "And it tastes delicious, eat it and you'll find out." He nodded and took his first bite, he loved it and kept eating.

"Wow, for your first time cooking, it tasted absolutely delicious." you smiled, blushing, "Thank you, so... Can I be a professional chef?" Joel laughed playfully, "Of course, absolutely, you are a certified chef." You lightly hit his arm, and he didn't stop laughing, "You're so mean." he shrugged, "When did I say it was a lie?" You rolled your eyes and kept eating. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" he said incredulously, rather impressed "No," you affirmed without looking at him. Joel nodded and continued eating calmly.

While he finished, he thought about how to ask you if you wanted to sit with him on the couch and watch TV for a bit, but he didn't want to bother you while you were eating, so he waited for you to get up. "Hey, would you like to watch TV? Let's distract ourselves a bit," he said kindly. You looked at him and smiled slightly. Inside, you felt flattered; you enjoyed spending time with him. "Of course," Joel nodded and got up from the table.

Both sat on the couch, and Joel turned on the television, asking you if you liked any particular movie. However, your memories of watching something for entertainment were very blurry, so you shook your head. Joel felt embarrassed and shrank in his seat, but was excited to show you one of his favorite movies: The Amazing Spider-Man. "Have you heard of the movie?" you shook your head, looking at him. "You're going to love it, I promise."

Joel was excited; Joel liked how he felt now, comfortable in his home, having someone else to accompany him on his lonely days after so many years of living alone. Now you had returned like a light to a dark room, illuminating a part of Joel.

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[pennyold]

defeated | j.m

summary: no matter Joel's hard efforts to vanish that moment that made him doubt his morals, his head collapsed in an insatiable moment that he couldn't control.

warnings: making out, touching, mentions of orgasm, and some suggestive content

w.c: 1,158

a/n: sorry for this late update, im devastated for leaving this series aside from my daily schedule :(. However, they're back w more moments together. Hope u enjoy reading it !!! If u wanna be tagged in the next parts, just leave a comment or dm me!!

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part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

peace and love, penny ★

Joel was reflecting on what happened two nights ago; he couldn't even sleep just thinking about how wrong it was that he taught you how to kiss for the first time. He tossed and turned in his bed trying to fall asleep, but it was so difficult that he ended up exhausted by four in the morning.

On the other side, you were sleeping peacefully, with Joel's kiss imprinted in your brain, constantly replaying. You couldn't stop thinking about it, you wanted more, you needed something more that your body craved, and you didn't know exactly what that 'something' was.

Joel tried to act as calmly as possible, chatting as was customary and being kind, but the desire to return to that night tormented him all the time. His hands trembled when he kept himself busy; he was anxious, he needed to release that enormous skill that was gnawing at his brain.

One night, both were restless, not speaking a word all day, both wondering what was going on in each other's heads, but the words wouldn't come; they were stuck. You gathered your courage and opened your mouth to let out a long sigh, "Joel..." "No..." he interrupted you immediately, he didn't want to hurt you if he spoke. "Just... can we go back to how it was before? I don't like that we're like this." You tried to confront it, but you couldn't find the right words. Joel sighed and scratched the back of his neck in frustration. "I'm sorry, darling, but it torments me every damn night that I can't sleep in peace," he admitted harshly.

You bit your lip anxiously, struggling to pull a piece of skin. You looked at it for a moment and could see his anguish and fatigue in his hazel eyes. Slowly, you approached him, trying to be patient and cautious; you didn't want to bother him anymore. Joel noticed your closeness and didn't even bother to speak or move; instead, he observed each of your distant movements. You placed your hand in the air, almost touching his shoulder, wanting to feel his emotions and understand him. "Let me know you... Please..." you pleaded softly.

Joel melted inside upon hearing your pleas, clenched his fists, and with all his strength resisted putting a hand on you, but it was becoming more complicated than expected. He placed his left arm on the backrest of the chair and created an open space between them, feeling your warmth collide with his body. He looked at her legs and sighed again. He was defeated; you had defeated him with just one kiss. "It's late, I should go to sleep," you said, getting up from the armchair, but Joel's words made you sit back down. "Sit down, please," he ordered calmly, and you felt the hairs on your arms stand up, sending chills down your spine.

He beckoned you with a movement of his index finger, ordering you to come closer, "You won't tell Tommy, will you?" he whispered against your face, sending waves of chills throughout your body. You shook your head in response and teased him by getting closer, just a few centimeters away from touching his mouth. "I won't, I promise," you whispered back, making Joel throw everything over the cliff, forgetting his morals about it never happening again, but it was happening once more.

His mouth exploded into yours, and you melted in his arms, letting Joel handle you, taking you like his porcelain doll, the one he cares for and keeps to make her beautiful and impeccable. Taking you with delicacy and care, just like a diamond. You brought your hands to his brown curls and touched them gently, losing yourself in the soft hair he possesses. Joel was lost; he couldn't figure out where to place his hands, he was afraid of ruining your delicacy, but you motivated him, guiding his hands to your waist. "Touch me, explore me," you whispered against his lips.

He hears your words, and he starts to caress your waist and hips, squeezing them with his large hands. You gasp unconsciously, turning your cheeks into tomatoes. Fortunately, he didn't notice; he was mesmerized by your lips and feeling your heartbeat through every inch of your skin being touched by his hands. You squirmed at feeling a strange tickle inside, you wanted to feel something deeper, you wanted to discover what it was. "Joel... need... more," you whispered between kisses, gripping your fingers at the roots of his hair. "What do you need? Tell me," he whispered against your mouth, pulling away a few centimeters to hear your response. "Deep," he raised an eyebrow, surprised, knowing exactly what you meant.

"What do you feel?" he asked, and you squirmed in his arms, missing his lips on yours, barely managing to open your mouth. "Pain, tickles, chills..." you whispered as you felt Joel's hand slowly travel towards your inner thigh, where his fingers brushed against your intimate area. "Do you want me to continue?" You nodded without saying anything and spread out beside him, giving him better access to whatever he was planning to do.

Between kisses, his fingers created friction over your covered center, but you could still feel each movement like a feather tickling your most sensitive skin. You frowned after his finger pressed right at your entrance, stifling a gasp against Joel's mouth, and he felt the blood rush to his glans, making him curse. "Is something wrong?" you said over his mouth. He shook his head. "No, darling," he tried to ignore the painful boner he had beneath his pants.

He continued massaging your covered folds when you felt your insides contract, you tightened your fingers on Joel's shoulders and moaned, closing your legs, "Joel..." "This is how it feels when you reach maximum arousal, an orgasm... your inner walls contract, attracting..." he fell silent to avoid continuing with his explanation about how a vagina works. "Attracting what?" preguntaste mientras recuperabas tus latidos normales. "A cock, he does it to attract the ejaculation towards the uterus," he whispers while adjusting his cock trapped in his underwear.

"I wanna feel it." Your words hit Joel hard in the head, and he froze, but regained his composure. "Not now..." "Joel, please," you pleaded while holding his face. "No, it's not the time, later," he denied, pulling away a bit. "But later I won't want to," you pleaded again, and he continued to deny it. "I already told you, it's not the time." You tilted your head and looked at him. "I know you want it too," you teased him playfully. He sighed and got up from the armchair. You followed him to the stairs, and before he could enter his room, you spoke, "I hope you can sleep in peace now. Good night." You closed the door to your room, leaving Joel in the doorway. That night, he would do everything but sleep.

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[pennyold]

memories | j.m

summary: The feelings towards Joel were blossoming, slipping through your fingers, and your vivid memories of your years in captivity were tormenting you once again.

content: mentions of sentimental feeling of a family figure, traumas and angst

w.c: 1,690

a/n: moreee fluff ikk, but i need everyone to get into them so i can be able to release what Joel feels about reader, I need Joel's character to develop more in this series. I hope you like them, and little by little, you will understand their relationship (not in a familial way). All of this is mere fiction, with no intention of altering reality. also, if u wanna be tagged, leave a comment!!

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part six

peace and love, penny ★

Inexplicably, the mere presence of Joel sent shivers down your spine, you felt a knot in your stomach, and your heart raced twenty times faster, and that question that invaded your mind returned, and you doubted its answer. 'Is this wrong?' feeling strangely attracted to your adoptive uncle, and at the same time not feeling bad because they have no blood relation, you remember.

He is a stranger to your family lineage. That sounds like you were making a mess in your mind, trying to figure out what it could mean.

"Hey," in the background, Joel's voice echoed in your head like a memory, as if it were just a simple recollection of his voice, but in reality, he was trying to get your attention while you remained lost in your thoughts. Joel took you by the shoulder and shook you lightly to get your attention. "Are you okay? I was talking to you, but you didn't even seem to hear me," he said, sounding slightly indignant at how you had ignored him. You quickly denied it and explained, "I'm sorry, Uncle Joel, I was thinking..." You started to devise a believable and coherent response, "That my room is very dirty and needs some touches," you said almost without breathing.

Joel looked thoughtfully at the wall and scratched his chin beard. You looked at your hand and each flexion, entranced by its lazy movement. "We should go to the furniture store," he said decisively, getting up from the table. "You need new furniture." Your mouth opened slightly to protest, but how could you tell an old man, who had spent many years living alone, not to remodel your room, which had furniture older than you?

"Uncle Joel," you called him, and he just made a sound you had heard before while looking for his keys. "I don't need it now, we can do something else, like..." You let the last word hang, while you thought of an excuse to avoid coming out of the small shell in which Joel had kept you sheltered Joel "Fixing the engineering you have in the garage" he turned around and looked at you, squinting his eyes, "What's with that excuse? I know you don't care at all about what I do there, you just like listening to me," he said without further ado, revealing his honesty and that he had figured you out.

Your jaw dropped, and your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. He had caught you. Without protest, you followed him out of the cabin and walked towards his pickup truck. During the way, you remained silent and so did Joel, but in his mind, he chattered like a parakeet, trying to understand why you weren’t talking and were more serious than a mime. "We should go get some ice cream, don't you think?" You looked at him and nodded shyly, "Are you quiet because I caught you?" Your cheeks turned pink again, and trying to hide it, you looked out the window and curled up in your seat. "I haven't tried it," you said sincerely. Joel looked at you for a few seconds and then turned his gaze back to the road. "You'll love it," he said with a smirk on his lips.

Upon arriving in the town, Joel parked at a meter a short distance from the furniture store, making sure you got out and followed him. He quickened his pace to position himself behind you and protect you from his perspective. In the furniture store, Joel was asking about the newest and most modern drawers and closets they had, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye while touching a nightstand. He abandoned the worker who was explaining to him and walked towards you, standing next to you.

"Do you like it?" you nodded. "It's very expensive, don't you think?" He turned his head and called the guy he had left, explaining a few meters away, "I want this one, two." You shook your head while continuing to walk through the store, with Joel on your heels. "Uncle Joel, I don't need everything new…" You said. He laughed and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Mmm, but I wanna remodel my niece's room, can't I?" You shook your head and your skin prickled, hearing the word niece come out of his mouth. Joel had never used that word since you arrived, and now the knot in your stomach felt even sharper.

As you left the furniture store, Joel's truck was loaded with the new items for your room. You looked at Joel for a few seconds and then got into the truck. "Do you still want that ice cream?" you nodded, looking at his knee, avoiding eye contact with him, or you would blush again.

At the ice cream shop, Joel ordered a water ice cream cone and then waited for you to choose, but you were indecisive. Joel slowly approached you and whispered close to you, "Milk ice cream doesn't always taste good, try the mango or lemon one," he recommended, and you looked at the girl behind the counter and then ordered the mango one. Then you both sat outside the shop, at a tiny two-person table. "Did you like it?" Joel asked attentively, licking the snowball in his cone. You nodded shyly while licking the ice cream. “Thank you," you said, and Joel smiled widely, and his mustache lifted slightly from his lips, and you stifled a laugh by pressing your lips together.

In the cabin, you and Joel had been moving the furniture in your room up and down. Tired, you looked at the now-ready room. "Thanks, Uncle Joel, it looks incredible." Joel sighed heavily due to the load. "My goodness, I hadn't carried this many heavy things in years, and of course, it's a pleasure." He smiled at you while placing his hands on his hips. "And, Tommy? He hasn't come in days," he made a doubtful grimace. Joel didn't even know why his brother hadn't come to visit you, and he hadn't talked with him either. "He must be very busy at the precinct, there's no need to pressure him, he'll come," he said calmly, and you just nodded.

After rearranging the furniture in your room and Joel getting cramps in his hip, you felt your stomach tighten, just like your heart. "God damn it, it merely reveals I'm getting older and older," you pressed your lips together, holding back a smile, trying to hide any trace of amusement at the position he was in due to the pain. "Sit, I'll finish putting the rest." You tried to persuade him to lie down and rest. "I'm fine, darling, it's just that I need to do a bit more physical activity," he says, sitting up and stretching his back. "I'll go take a shower, leave the heavy furniture outside, I'll arrange it when I get out of the shower," you nodded and watched as he walked out of your room.

While you were moving one of the nightstands, you heard the jingle of his belt being unbuckled, and your mind went blank. You stopped your movements, and your nasal breathing was cut off, breathing only through your mouth, turning your chest into a frenzy of rise and fall. Slowly, you took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling your hands tingle and your legs grow weak.

Those memories that had disturbed your mind were coming to life, after several months of leaving the house. Those memories continued to torment you, in unexpected moments, just a simple sound or movement would refresh your memory of those days.

Joel came out of the bathroom dressed and noticed that the furniture was still where he had seen it before he left. He knocked on your door and you didn't answer, still, he gently pushed the door and peeked in to see if you were okay. Seeing you sitting on your bed with a lost, dissociated expression, he decided to approach. "Darling... Are you okay...?" he asked as he got closer to you. You breathed normally and regained your senses. You looked at Joel's covered belly, and that image and sound of the belt returned; you recoiled on the bed, looking at his body with fear. "Hey, it's me..." he barely said. "Go away," you denied and made a face of disgust, frowning again, "Honey..." You closed your eyes tightly and suppressed the feeling of the image of being whipped with a belt by the man who lived in the house. "Get away!" you exclaimed, shaking your head as the salty water dripped from your eyes to your cheeks. "No..." you said in a whisper, the corners of your mouth covered in tears.

Joel kept his distance and waited patiently until you looked at him and recognized his face. "I'm Joel," he said. You lifted your face and looked at him. He looked at you with concern and caution, watching every move you made. "Joel..." you whispered softly, and a final drop descended to your chin. Joel extended his hand to let you know that he was secure and there was nothing to fear. You looked at his hand and approached him to be able to hug him and check if it was Joel; his scent and warmth enveloped you, just like comfort.

He wrapped his broad arms around your back, without squeezing you too tightly, giving you a warm hug. "Everything is gonna be okay, I promise," he whispered while stroking your hair. You breathed in, and the mucus trapped in your nostrils made a loud noise that made Joel laugh and relax his arms around you. You straightened up as you felt his arms release you, looked at Joel's face, and smiled. "I'm sorry," you whispered. Joel caressed your cheek and dried your tears. "Don't be sorry, you can count on me for everything, any time, hon," he affirmed, compressing a smile and getting up from the bed. "Rest," he said as he closed the door behind him, leaving you with his words floating in the air.

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[pennyold]

ik i have been inactive this days 😔💔 but ill recovered it, jus need to know which one do yall want me to post first. If yall have new ideas, u can freely leave it on my inbox or dm if ya want !

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bfs dad!eddie brock

uncle!joel

stepdad!carlisle (i jus have a sketch, not a fic yet, so will take a lil)

Voting ended onSep 4, 2025

won’t give any summary, i want to keep it till post it, so any suggestions are appreciated.

[hauntedinkk]

currently writing uncle joel for @mytearsricochetm i’m praying it doesn’t flop when i post 😭

[pennyold]

guys i’m literally having a painful headache so bad since yesterday and i don’t think i could post uncle!joel tmr, im sorry but ill updated it as soon as i recovered from this headache and sickness.

have a good night, good luck in your day, remember you can always leave inbox here freely, i wanna see what you think so we can discuss bout it, thank you for every support 🤗

(you can click the uncle!joel tag to see the 5 parts i’ve alr post!!)