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I’m writing the first chapter of my Joel x Reader fic - let me know if you’d like to be tagged! :)

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I was supposed to post this on this account so feel free to lemme know here too

I’ve an idea for a multi chapter Joel fic - not sure whether I to make it a reader insert or use an OC. What do you guys prefer?

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Midsummer’s Night

(This fic has no spoilers for part 2!)

Fandom: The Last of Us

Pairing: Joel/Reader (gender neutral)

Description: Just a lil bit of fluff. Joel’s been in a grump lately, so you found a gift for him on your way back from patrol.

Words: 346

Tagging: @human-descentapede

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You had barely stepped through the front door before you heard Joel’s voice.

“Where the hell did you go? The rest of your patrol came back hours ago!”

He emerged from the living room, his broad shoulders leaning against the door frame and his arms crossed. He worries too much.

“I took a detour-” you began.

“Jesus.”

“Look, I’ve already had Maria go off about it. Stick with your group, it’s too dangerous on your own, blah, blah, blah.”

To say he looks unimpressed would be a huge understatement.

“Anyway,” you slipped past him into the lounge, taking his hand to walk him in there, “you’ll never guess what I found in one of those abandoned houses out west.” You sat him down on the sofa with you and proceeded to rummage through your backpack. 

“You didn’t get yourself hurt out there did you?” he asked, his expression considerably softer.

“No Joel. I’m- I’m good.”

“Good. So what is it you found?”

“Midsummer’s Night.”

“Mid-what now?”

You chuckled and handed him a heavy jar.

“A candle?”

“Ah, not just any candle. One of them ol’ fancy ones.” You reached over to remove the lid and motioned for him to smell it, to which he obliged, and you read the label. “Midsummer’s Night: an intense blend of musk, patchouli, sage and-”

“-And mahogany.” Joel finished with a light chuckle. “Hey, why’re you looking’ at me like that?”

“I...” You didn't even know you were smiling at him until he asked, “I just knew you’d like it.”

Joel hummed in response and reached into his jacket pocket for his lighter. He lit the candle, the scent filling the room, and placed in on the side table before returning his attention to you, “Is that so?”

“Actually,” you exhaled and shrugged your shoulders, “I, uh, I like it when you smile like that.”

“S’pose you ain’t seen it too much recently.” He put his arm around you for you to lean onto him and gave you a small kiss to your forehead.

“That’s alright. It was worth the wait.”

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Awake

Hey guys! So I’ve finally managed to finish and upload this! 🙌🏻 I’ve not written any fanfics in about 5-6 years so I’m a little nervous about this, but would appreciate any feedback/constructive criticism.

I’ll tag some people who asked to be tagged and some people in the Uncharted/Sam Drake fandom - if you’d like to be tagged in any future fics (or don’t want to) do let me know! (Also someone else asked to be tagged by I can’t find the message to find out who it was - sorry!!)

@bechobbi @missdictatorme @random-aya @tennantmademedoit @samsassinparvismagna @reachagalaxy @unchartedterritoria @jodiereedus22 @sparrowspt9851 @misslongcep @selfship-uncharted

Writing is italics are flashbacks/memories

⚠️ Warnings: Blood, hospitals

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The monotonous beeping of the heart monitor was starting to become intolerable.

“Hey kid.” Sully said leaning against the door frame, having just taken a cigar break.

You only hummed in response, unable to take your eyes off Sam’s chest slowly rising and falling. He looked strangely peaceful, vulnerable even. You hated it.

“Listen,” he said as he moved towards where you were sitting, “the doctors have done all they can for now, there’s nothing we can do. So let’s go home, get you something to eat, get some sleep-“

“-No.” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “I’m not leaving him.”

Sully moved in front of you, blocking the space between you and Sam. He crouched down and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N. You know this wasn’t your fault, right?”

For the first time since the incident you met Sully’s eyes, but you immediately averted your gaze and you felt yourself tearing up. You knew Sully was worried about you as well as Sam which only increased the guilt that was consuming you. You took a shaky breath to tell Sully he was wrong, but almost as if he could read your mind he spoke before you could.

“It. Wasn’t. Your. Fault.”

“But he was only there because of me. If I-“ you started.

“The only person who is responsible is the bastard who did this to him.” He stood up and made his way back to the door, “Sure you don’t want to go home?”

“I’m sure. Thanks Sully.”

...

“Hello boys.” You greeted Sam and Sully as you joined them at their table in the back corner of the bar.

“Hiya darlin’. Did you bring that those research papers?” Sully replied.

Sam pushed your favourite drink towards you, and you thanked him with a smile. You reached into your bag and handed the papers to Sully who immediately began to read them.

“Windy outside?” Sam nodded towards your messy hair with a wink.”

“Well you’re just charming aren’t you?” You took a sip of your drink to hide your smile.

“The hell is this?” interrupted Sully, sliding the papers to the middle of the table. “This is the research from last year’s Peru job. We’re not the only ones after this treasure Y/N we can’t afford to waste time like this. ”

Sam grabbed the papers and you learned over the table to look them too, “Shit. I could’ve sworn I picked up the right ones. I’ll go back to the office straight away and grab them.”

Sam stood up with you and picked up his jacket, “Relax. I’ll drive you there. It’ll be quicker.”

You and Sam finally reached the office that the three of you shared. Frustrated, you searched through the mountain of paper on Sully’s desk. Where on earth had the correct research gone? Sam was in the adjacent room searching his desk. If it wasn’t you who messed up this time, you’d have told Sam that him and Sully should have listened to you when you said it’s far too messy here. After a few more minutes of searching you let out a sigh of relief when you finally found it. You were about to call to Sam when all of a sudden you felt a blow to the head that quickly knocked you to the floor. A man, who’s face was hidden under a dark hooded jumper, prised the research papers out of your hands. You tried to grab his ankles to stop him leaving but he forcefully kicked your face causing you to cry out in pain. Your vision started to blur and you heard Sam shout at the intruder. Then silence.

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You’d finally fallen into a light sleep with one of Sam’s hands in yours. For a moment you thought you felt him squeeze you. And again. Your eyes shot open when you realised you weren’t imagining it and your gaze fell on Sam who was looking at you with a lazy smile.

“Sam!” You gasped as you fell off the chair onto your knees to take his large hand in both of your small ones. “Sam, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Can I get anything?” You rambled, not giving him an opportunity to actually answer any of your questions. “Let me go an find the doctor, I’ll be right back.” You promised him, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead before you hurried out the door.

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“Goddammit Sam, she’s breathing. Worry about yourself for once.” Your hearing came back before your vision. When you opened your eyes you could see him kneeling by Sam who was sitting against the wall. You slowly got up and stumbled towards them, still feeling a little dazed. That’s when you saw Sam clutching his side, blood seeping through his shirt. You looked at his face, he had a bruise forming under his right eye and he was a pale as you’ve ever seen him.

“Oh my God, Sam.” You knelt beside him with Sully, “What happened?”

“Asshole tried to steel our research.” He managed to say, he sounded so weak. “Tried to stop him before I saw you on the floor and he stabbed me and bolted.”

Guilt consumed you and your eyes began to tear up when you looked back to his wound. This wouldn’t have happened if you had the right papers in the first place. This was all your fault. Sully explained that he called an ambulance, the cut was too deep for either of you to patch up, but you weren’t really listening. Sam’s free hand took yours.

“Hey, don’t look at it. Looks worse than it is.” He smiled weakly when he said this. You tried your best to put on a brave face and return the smile. Trust Sam to try to comfort you when he’s the one bleeding out.

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You watched intently through a small glass panel on the door as the doctor examined Sam, silently praying that there were no further complications. The doctor held the door open for you to enter as she left and gave you a polite smile. Your stomach twisted as you couldn’t tell whether it was an apologetic smile or a hopeful one. When you sat down next to Sam he reached out his hand which you gladly took.

“What did the doctor say?” You asked him.

“She said the surgery went well. They just want to keep in a couple of nights for observation.” He gently squeezes your hand, “How are you?”

You were taken aback by this question, “What do you mean how am I? You’re the one lying in a hospital bed!”

Sam chuckled, “The doctor mentioned you’ve been here a lot. You’ve spent more time here than at home apparently. I know I’m good company and all but you must have been bored out of your skull.”

You looked away from Sam and took a deep breath, “Listen, I’m... I’m really sorry. This is all my fault.”

“Look at me Y/N, look at me.” He said sternly. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. I don’t want you to do that.”

You turned to face him, “But Sam, I-“

“Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself. Shit happens alright. You didn’t know that asshole was gonna turn up. Okay?”

You sighed knowing that you never win arguments against Sam. “Okay. I promise.”

“Attagirl.” He whispered, pulling you into a hug.

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Preview/Work In Progress

Don’t have a title yet but I’ve started writing my first fic and wanted to share the first few sentences I’ve written, enjoy~😊

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The monotonous beeping of the heart monitor was starting to become intolerable.

“Hey kid.” Sully said leaning against the door frame, having just returned from his cigar break.

You only hummed in response, unable to take your eyes off Sam’s chest slowly rising and falling. He looked strangely peaceful, vulnerable even. You hated it.