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Ommmgggg!! I just found your blog and fell in love with what you have so far! 😫 I wanted to ask if you do requests bc I feel like there is t a lot of Sam Drake! 😖 maybe you can maaaaaaaybe whip something up? I also saw that you are posting about the ghoul and Joel it’s like daddy heaven in here!!! Please and thank you 🥰🥰

😭 bro, I ain’t gonna lie to you, I played uncharted 4 in 2020, but I was too busy over last of us part ii to notice Sam, till I played it recently for stream and mostly for the trophies and boy…. If that man… I mean 🥴 but let me see…. Might be long, but fuck it, might kill some time today with this… enjoy!!

Sam lied.

After Rafe explained the real story, Nathan and you looked over at Sam, he looked like he was a kicked little puppy, while Rafe was shocked to such revelation. Swallowing hard, you didn’t move, you were careful, watching Sam, Nathan and Rafe - Nadine was distant, she was so over everything that she had her gun pointed at you a while ago.

“You know what…” Rafe says, as he moves his hand with the gun around, then finally letting a chuckle, “I do need a Drake, just not you… I need Sam”

Aiming his gun right at Nathan, he didn’t even bother to even hesitate, he pulls the trigger, but Sam was quicker to take the shot that grazed his arm, without realizing his body jerked back pushing Nathan off where they were at.

“Nathan!” You and Sam screamed for him, as he fell, Rafe was quick to grab your arm, holding it tightly in his grasp, while Nadine’s goons grabbed Sam.

Your tears build up, crying in the process, not like Rafe would care. But you cared for Nathan, Sam and Victor, they were in a way like a family to you. It’s like you lost your little brother, considering you were older than Nathan by two years, and Sam wasn’t reacting the way you were. You wanted to punch him, fight him, maybe even yell at him for not showing any sort of emotion. Before you could even walk more, Sam immediately managed to fight off the goons, making Nadine loose her balance, and pushing Rafe, while pulling you from his grasp. You gasped, as you both fell down a muddy path, while being shot at, but Sam had his arms wrapped around you, as you both fell into the water. The amount of times you have fell into the mud and water, you felt your skin irritated from the elements around you, but you were safe. You both swam to a spot to try and dry up, as you dragged yourself out of the water, getting yourself up to tackle Sam. You were livid, you got to see your best friend fall off a cliff, wondering what to tell his wife what happened to him.

“You fucking asshole!” You smacked him, while he covered his face with his arms, letting you release your emotions, “Why aren’t you crying! Nathan fell! We don’t even know -”

You were fully crying, covering your face with your hands, your breathing escalating in the process, but not before Sam got the upper hand where he had you pinned down. Your legs spread open, while he was in between them, while he tried to shush you, as you cried. A hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your tear, while he gazed at you, he waited till you calmed down some. This is when you realized he wasn’t reacting, because he knew his baby brother would be safe, Nathan Drake has cheated death more times than he could count, it was like a cat and mouse chase with the mouse having higher survival skills to surpass the enemy’s mouth.

“You’re very cute when you cry…” he spoke, his blue shirt was long gone off of him, using it to clean your face, “and you’re adorable for caring for him…”

Before you can even say anything, he leaned down, his forehead pressed lightly against yours, while his nose brushed lightly against your own. It was like you forgot how to breathe for a moment, his eyes staring into yours, like you knew what was going to happen, slowly moving forward. Lips almost touching, before you two can even kiss, a gun was fired at you, the bullet fully missing, Sam grabbed you once more, manhandling you into hiding you within him, as he hid behind the rocks to cover him and you.

“Seems like that kiss will have to wait now, huh, sugar?” He asks, smiling, while he held you close.

Feeling flustered, you tried to hide your face, as you remained close to him.

“There’s going to be more than that kiss…”, you admitted to him, as you turned to look at him, giving him a small kiss onto his cheek and a wink.

Oh, hell… This one is going to kill me for sure…

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𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 ♡ 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱

Pairings here: Cooper Howard • The Ghoul x Original Character(with a twist)

Summary: Cooper Howard was divorced, but soon got close to a co-star, the chemistry was there, the stars were high above. Let’s not forget his ex-wife to what she has suggested, not only he lost his daughter with no way of finding her, but losing his now and then before the bombs drop wife. Now he’s hired to find someone, the price is heavy amount, but what happens when he finds out who it is and not being able to do anything about it… or can he?

Word count: 1.9K

Warning(s): Minors, please don’t interact and fuck off, this is adults only, thanks you. The writer having an inexperience writing bc it’s been a while, yall signed up for this, remember that. ANYWAYS… Slow burn, implied torture, implied past fucking, future fucking, face fucking, anal fucking, normal creampies, radiated creampies, drug use, oral receiving and giving, and overall just pure filth. (Each chapter will have more descriptive warnings though!)

Notes by yours truly: If you wish to let me know of any errors, send a dm or something, I’d like to keep opinions from anyone open, as long as you’re nice. I give energy that’s given and I don’t fuck around, don’t sugar coat or anything, practice makes perfect and I wanna keep that flow going! Thank you. Happy reading, friends!

The Prologue:

Living in the vault was easier, much easier, the food was always fresh, never having to eat scraps to the dirt, licking everything till there was nothing left. The saliva that dripped off the tongue would linger wet onto the grainy floor till the sun would burn it dry. Getting a plate of Mac and cheese made by Blamco, the storage was full of any sort of food, with the side of Salisbury steak and pork n beans. But that wasn’t the case on the surface now. Tip was her name, living in a vault wasn’t her choice, the memories were a blur, but the voices were much presentable and known. Her name was simple and unnoticeable, but needed when bounty hunters would come looking for intel for whom they were looking for and to where to find them. The small amount of caps that she would get was always spent on food, never on anything else. The day she escaped the vault, it was a blessing from the dry boiling sky above, even if it was a surface hell, where she was at was far more worse.

Upon awakening from the cryogenic pod, the first fresh gasp of air, burning her lungs from the crisp sensation of the cool air around her, managing to get out, falling in the process, unsure if she was in that damn thing for days, maybe months - or worse… years. There was no telling how long she had been there, but the sight along from seeing, raiders is what some were called from the surface, hearing a while back that some heard of the vault she was imprisoned in, it was better than most, the food was the greatest, the water was most fresh and purified to the stomach and skin. When they let her out, they promised to reunite her with her lover, yet never saw him in any time that she was taken out, just to be put unconscious and back into the cryogenic pod. They never let her see what day it was, even the month was unknown, along with the year. Making it known that she would be fooled once again, because her feelings were always heightened, leaving her in such a state, her mental health was at its worst months ago. Fighting raiders wasn’t in her to do list, but she sure showed those fuckers that she was worse than any of them. From wearing the vault suit that was tight against her flesh to their shitty attempt of clothing, now she wore a worn out wedding dress that carried more blood stains from every son of a bitch that had crossed her so far. No one got near her, if so, they got to deal with her resting bitch face and dry responses or nothing at all.

“Doll, please lemme have some -” a poor idiot bastard tried to place his hand on her exposed knee that was wrapped by duct tape, attempt to expose a wound from a light stab, he had the tip of her double saw shotgun right in his lips, practically giving it a heavy smooch.

“Touch me the fuck again, and I will make sure you deep throat my fucking barrels,” she snapped, her tone cold as ice, cooling his nerve endings, “Now fuck off, you piece of lizard shit.”

The only time that a bounty hunter has talked to her, it was to find the whereabouts of a Skeeter Roman, a little pickpocket thief that roams in crowded pathways, easily sneaking a hand into a pocket and snatching a stash of caps. Tip tilted her head to the side, her light eyes spotting who was asked for, with no hesitation, pointing at the little radroach thief, taking an unconscious drunk idiot’s bit of caps from the pocket. Poor little bastard wasn’t warned or nothing, she watched the man walk up to that little person, grab from the neck and snap a quick snap. The man grabbed the body and slumped it over his back, walking towards her and handing her one hundred caps for the trouble.

Taking a full swig of her nuka cola quantum, all eyes on her, but no one dared to even pull a gun for such a thing she had done. It’s not the telling, it’s for the caps, fuck everyone else, it’s only you against the world of pure bullshit and hell.

It’s been about a few days, everything seemed too quiet for her liking, her little home was a worn out house that was probably fucked by the nukes that were launched, a very late warning, leaving a lot of people running to vaults, under the house shelters that were later discovered as bullshit. The people that bought the high price were saved, but later killed, for what? For being selfish assholes that pushed others to their deaths or more, they either became ash forms or whatever mutated shit that was created by the radiation. Pulling out the metallic bottle jug that she managed to find, it was still fully intact, but filling it with the fresh purified water was so good, the way it washed the dryness of the throat, the refreshness felt so filling, pulling it away was so painful and limited. Pulling a bag that was hidden away, unzipping it to push the top to the side, the inside carried a lot of old worn out clothes that weren't too tattered, most of it was dresses, casual pants and tops, and some garments. Whoever put this together, they were either going on a vacation or trying to see if they would survive the blast, sadly anyone that did, well… there’s the aftermath of it all.

Scavenging was something close to surviving, but sometimes luck was a clutch, anything would be, if the cards were played right. Sighing, anything over nothing was better to none, it made no sense to make sense, it’s how it was. Letting her body go limp for a moment, hours of looking, breaking through things for something, just a bit to show some sight of hope, but even that was impossible to find. The vault was easy living, the problem was that it was too easy for food, for clothes, and overall… peace. Living on the surface wasn’t like that, it was like rats fighting for the last little sugar bomb, only to be shredded in the process, then eaten into nothing. Leaning her head back, swallowing the annoyance of the thoughts of differences, even to have the what ifs was irritating to think of.

What if they didn’t drop the bombs?

What if it didn’t get to that point?

What if…

Her brows furrowing, eyes closed, the thoughts were overflowing her mind. There was so much to think about, wondering if she would exist with how she was before, getting a chance to see what it was like to live… normally? Was that even a thing? It wasn’t that she wasn’t alive, no. It was more of being born in luxury, becoming a star like her parents, getting to be a popular model for cereal brands and even some cooking shows, and movies. Just the memories flowing again, this time they were clearer than before, just her being a damsel in the arms of a cowboy that held a smile after saving her. The way he fought off the goons, freeing her from a silly pathetic little scheme, then the shared kiss. Her hand touching her lips, her eyes still closed, wondering where he could be and if he could be alive, maybe he fixed his -

“Well, now…”

Her eyes snapped open with a panic, her hand quick with the gun by the side that was never brought up from her surroundings, but she sure kept it in sight to her side if need be. Staring where the voice was coming from, gun at hand and aiming at the person - no, pointing at a pretty much fully and mentally attached ghoul. It was odd to face one that talked, even if there were a few, they kept to themselves till they succumbed into madness, but this one felt different. Oddly different. He was a pretty interesting sight, the outfit he wore was cowboy like, the accent that lingered was something familiar, unsure where to place it, her image wasn’t a sight to see for sure, but what was a cowboy dressed up ghoul pulling up to where she was, and why was he there?

“Can’t find your own damn fucking house to claim?” She asked, her tone was steady with her facial expression holding a stern look.

His eyebrows would’ve risen, if he had any, but yet he was hiding the shock under his impression, ain’t no one ever had the balls like her to do what she just did. Not like he gave them a chance, because he was quick with the trigger, but this individual was something fucking ballsy to even find, especially that he was hired to bring her back. The cap was more than what any bounty hunter has ever been hired to do such a thing, most would pay that way to kill the person and call it a day, but this one was different, and he was determined to why. There was something about her that felt… familiar? Why? He didn’t know her, or did he? The questions were there, it was something that he never had to deal with, if it was, that was so damn fucking long ago to remember now, he was no human now that he was then. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, till his mind grinding the gears going back some, maybe far back, just the eyes from her gaze and then it fucking clicked.

It was someone from his fucking past.

Fuck.

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Stupid:

Y/N: If I wanted to do something stupid *glares at Sam* I would’ve done you.

Nate: *eyes widen, staring at the two*

Sully: *chokes on mid inhale from the cigar*

Sam: Did you just call me stupid?

Nate: ARE YOU IGNORING THE REST OF THE SENTENCE?!

Sully: You might as well do him now.

Y/N: I’ll give him a bit to process the rest of the sentence…

*four hours, a lost count amount of fought enemies later, using a thin wall as cover*

Sam: Wait… did she say she would do me?

Nate: NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO REALIZE THAT!!

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IMAGINE

The Ghoul was hired to find you and bring you to the person that hired him, only for him to find out that you were his lover, before the bombs were dropped.

[this is a little hint of what is being cooked up and the prologue will be posted next week!]

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Imagine

You wanted to be a smart ass little brat, so Joel adjusts his sitting position and gives you a look that pretty much would put you in your place… if you let it.

“You want to try that again, little brat?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, already having a few ideas how to punish you.

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IMAGINE

Going outside of your office, just to see none other than Sam fucking Drake, smoking a cigarette and giving you a cheeky little smile.

“Hey, darling, sorry for being fifteen fucking years late, can you forgive me?” He asks.

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[Appreciated if you’re over 18+, if you stumble upon this page, everything will have filthy language and so forth, most posted will be rough drafted and will be edited in the foreseeable future , if anyone wants to add more to the list, you can send me a dm privately so I can learn more of the character(s) and the settings… thank you!]

Fallout:

The Ghoul/Cooper Howard(tv-series)

Hancock(fallout 4)

Last of Us:

Joel Miller(Game/Tv-Series)

Ellie Williams(Last of Us Part 2)

Uncharted:

Sam Drake(Game)

Rafe Adler(Game)

Marvel:

Tony Stark(Movie)

Loki(Movie)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier(Movie)

— More will be added, as for now, these are in the works and will be posted when finished!

[POSTED: 12/10/24 —— EDITED: - - / - - / - -]