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spookykoolkat · 1 year ago

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kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you.

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying.

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically.

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen.

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected.

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow.

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height.

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him.

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,”

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing.

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there.

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there.

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you.

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there.

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him.

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view.

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.”

that made a small smile tug on his lips.

“let me walk ya home,”

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you.

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?”

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,”

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,”

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone.

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in.

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him.

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose.

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.”

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.”

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic.

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you.

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin.

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.”

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body.

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock.

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts.

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak.

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him.

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,”

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt.

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder.

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you.

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway.

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely.

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy.

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there.

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep.

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck.

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing.

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,”

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin.

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in.

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin.

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before.

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good.

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit.

he craved you, even in his sleep.

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed.

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake.

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratuity.

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else.

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sp7-mr · 5 months ago

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𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓵𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓸...

Them taking u to their dorm in the middle of the night

❥Tom

Tom would suffer a lot from the separation, in fact this evening he stayed for hours looking at the ceiling trying to sleep.

He started missing you a lot, plus he had a stressful day because of Voldy, and he needed to calm down.

Tom went to your room and opened the door slowly trying not to make smoke so as not to wake you.

Once inside, he picked you up gently, holding you next to him in a protective mood, to prevent you from waking up.

Once you got to his room, he would lay you down comfortably, making sure you were comfortable. He would never admit it but he has a soft spot for you.

After 10 minutes next to you, Tom would fall asleep.

Y/n's pov

I woke up and noticed that I was in a different dormitory, initially I panicked and started to get up, but an arm held me back. In fact, even while he was sleeping, Tom remained attentive and on guard. Immediately afterwards I heard a voice in my ear, his... unmistakable. "hey darling, it's me, don't worry"

❥Mattheo

Mattheo has had a really bad evening since his father forced him to kill dozens of innocent muggles, and he regrets it very much.

He's currently in his dorm feeling like crap, staring at the ceiling and the sky out the window, feeling like a monster.

He misses you, but even though he wanted to come to you, he couldn't even get up, he felt horrible.... like his father.

After too much time spent staring at the stars and thinking he was worthless, thinking about all the lives and dreams of innocent people he had shattered, he was about to collapse.

He walked towards your dorm and opened it quietly, not wanting to make any noise, he felt bad enough already, and he didn't want to ruin your sleep too.

So, he got into bed next to you, facing you, but he wasn't very close, he didn't want to touch you, not after killing so many people.... he didn't want to touch your innocence with his monster hands.

Even though the urge to hold you tight grew, he couldn't do it, you deserved better than someone like him, he thought.

Y/n's pov

after a few minutes I woke up. I saw a figure a little distraught due to sleep. "Theo?" I asked to check if it was him.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to wake you up..." Mattheo said with a broken voice.

"no no it's ok" I said looking at him and guessing something was wrong.

I hugged him tightly and hugged him, he was uncertain about returning the hug, since he didn't want to 'infect you' but you continued to hug him, knowing that in some moments that hug would mean more than a thousand words and that perhaps he didn't want to talk about it.

After a few seconds, Mattheo broke down and cried.

"I- I don't deserve you" Mattheo said.

"what are you saying matty? i love u"

"no- no you could have someone else... better than a monster" Mattheo said sobbing

"I don't care about others if you're there, and you're not a monster, you're the boy I love, Matthew Riddle"

❦If you want, these days I will add the others too

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slimybeth69 · 29 days ago

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Such Small Hands

unbeta'ed, cross posted from my ao3.

mean/dark!joelxreader (no physical descriptions girthy age gap--no actual age mentioned but reader could be in her mid twenties- early thirties, no use of y/n. No physical descriptions but reader has an extensive background. Canon to the last 3 episodes of the series.) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of potential SA, graphic depictions of blood, reader brings up her past and shitty family (if it ain't for you, sorry). This takes place after the events of Crybaby With as much smut as this has, this is an angsty fic and it's building bonds and falling in love (maybe). And Ellie!! Little Baby Ellie is in this one!

Chapter 2- Killers

“Are you sure you’re going to bed okay? You know what medicine you need to get? How do I know when to come looking for you if you don’t come back? What happens–” Ellie is rapidly firing these questions at you as you walk out of the house the next morning. You turn and put your hands on her shoulders. Ellie stares up at you, her eyes are so full of fear but they're scanning your face, hoping you'll have the answers. You do. For the most part.

“Listen– you’re gonna stay here. No matter what. You do not come looking for me. Under any circumstance. You stay here with Joel. You do not leave his side until he’s able to come with you. Do you understand?” You talk to Ellie in the most stern voice you have. “I know where to go. I know what to look for. I can take care of myself. Please, take care of yourself and Joel.” You hand her your pistol and show her how to use it quickly.

Ellie watches intently.

“It’s easier to aim. Point and shoot. It’s got kick to it though. It’s gonna knock you on your ass if you’re not prepared for it. Got it? Lock your arm when you shoot and don’t flinch. Do not use this unless you absolutely have to. Understood? I mean thing’s coming through that door kind of need to, do you hear me?”

Ellie looks terrified. You give her a hug.

“It’ll be okay. I’m not taking the horse because it’ll draw too much attention. It'll take me a while to get there and back but I’ll be back tonight, okay? I promise, I’ll do everything I can.” You squeeze her tightly and you feel her still holding on so you let her hug you as long as she needs. The sun still hasn’t even come up yet, so you have time. She needs it.

“Be careful.” Ellie says as she’s pulling away. “Please.” Her eyes look so wide and scared and almost full of tears.

“I will be. You need to be careful too. Barricade this door when I leave. I’ll knock six times when I’m back.”

The walk into the city is long and cold with only one glove but you’ll look for more in the department stores. You wonder if any of the medicine is still even good by now. It’s a stressful thought. You need more alcohol and some antiseptic. Anything that will make sure Joel doesn’t get an infection if he doesn’t already have one.

Joel slept through the night and was still sleeping when you decided you couldn’t sit around any longer. You got changed into clothes covered in Joel’s blood. You’d look for a new outfit while you were in the city. You needed them anyway. Might as well. You loved going into the city– not this one; you were in New Jersey when the outbreak happened. But the Big City. NYC. You loved going there when you were a teenager.

This didn’t feel like that though. There was something so ominous about the buildings towering overhead. Everything was so eerily quiet. Not like a city at all. A ghost city. An abandoned one. All the buildings were overtaken by plant growth on the first and second floors. It was starting up to the third now. You could barely see the signs over the doors of each store. The moss and vines and leaves covered it all up now.

First place you found was a department store. Inside was dark, you had to use your flashlight to see anything. The first floor was mens and kids. You look for anything that might fit Joel and toss it in a bag you picked up on your way into the store. It’s just a simple backpack, nothing special but it was empty. You’re holding the flashlight between your jaw and shoulder while you look through sizes. You’re as quiet as you can be. Checking to make sure there isn’t anything under your feet before you step.

Upstairs is for women and home-goods. You grab as many t-shirts that will fit you and Ellie both in the bag not caring if they’re cute or what they say. You look for jeans that will fit. You’re stuffing this bag as full as you can make it. This place hasn’t been picked too bad. There were no knives when you checked the home-goods department.

You do end up looking for another bag, a duffel bag, a bigger one in the camping section. You find it and just toss the book bag into the bottom and wrap the strap around your back so you can just throw things into it without having to carry it in your hands. Cooking things and camping gear. Whatever you really need. You still have to carry it to the pharmacy and try to find something for Joel.

As you make your way down the stairway that leads to the first floor you hear it. Clicking. You close your eyes and hope your imagination is just getting the best of you in here. It is really dark and fucking scary as hell. Fuck. You were hoping to avoid all this. Hoped they had all cleared outta the city by now.

Staying quiet, trying to hear where it's coming from you slowly keep moving down the stairs. Your flashlight is pointed to the floor so you don’t step on anything. The clicks continue to echo softly. The sound can’t really be placed as it bounces off the walls and back at you from every direction.

Shit. Shit. Shit…fuck. Okay. Stillness. You stay as still as possible and with your flashlight scan the room below you very slowly. You don’t move too fast, just try and see if anything down there is moving. Time feels like it is standing completely still. More clicks but now it’s evident that they are coming from upstairs, from behind you and you take off quickly down the stairs, still as quiet as you can be.

You have to walk so slow, there’s metal camping gear in your bag and one wrong move will send everything scattering around in there and you’ll be fucking caught. No way out. Your feet move with grace. Like when you walked through the woods to meet Joel. You need to get back to him…back to Ellie. The clicks are still behind you, maybe closer than last time but you tell yourself that it’s all in your head and you’re just freaking the fuck out.

Okay, you’re out the door and across the street and you watch the entrance with your revolver aimed at the door you just came out of. You breathe steady and wait. You wait for so long until you’re convinced that it wasn’t following you. The revolver drops down to your side and you sigh loudly. You wait, still watching with your finger on the trigger just in case. Just in case it pops out and starts fucking barreling after you.

Okay. You’re possibly in the clear. There are so many stores lining the street. While you walk you adjust the metal camping gear so it shouldn’t clang together should you have to move hastily. You spot a drug store and struggle to open the door with all the overgrowth. It’s a good sign. No one’s been in here for a while.

Inside is picked through. You find a bottle of rubbing alcohol though. A big one. The makeup section is untouched. You grab Ellie two compacts and a nicer hairbrush than the one she had. There isn’t anything else inside.

There isn’t anything else on this main street. You dip off into a side street and find an actual pharmacy. You walk inside, no overgrowth covering the door. You find Neosporin. Unopened. You could cry. Tears actually spring to your eyes. You open it out and squeeze some out onto your finger and smell it and it smells like Neosporin. Like your childhood. This is what you came here for.

You tuck it into your front jacket pocket because it s precious and you leave this God fucking forsaken place.

You’re running. As fast as you can with the duffel bag still strapped to your front which isn’t fast at all but you need to get back. You’ve been gone so long the sun is already up high in the sky. The sun shines off the snow and hurts your eyes. You never did look for new gloves. Completely forgot.

When you get back the sun is lower, not dark but getting there. You’re glad you left as early as you did. You knock on the door six times and wait for her to answer. Nothing. You knock again a little louder. Nothing. You push on the door gently and it gives to your touch. Fucking kid . You enter the house with your gun drawn. Setting the duffel bag down next to the door, you check around the corner. Clear.

The hallway is clear too. The door to the basement is shut. You open the door and whisper her name but get no response. What the fuck? Okay. Maybe they’re both asleep. You take the steps downstairs and check on Joel who is still asleep. Ellie isn't in either of the rooms down in the basement.

She’s not fucking here. God fucking dammit. What actual fuck kid? You gave her one fucking instruction. You wonder is she doesn't listen to Joel either. Ellie is a teenager, she doesn't listen to anyone.

The door upstairs opens and you hear heavy footsteps above you, they're frantic and running across the floor. You aim the gun at the door as it opens and put your finger on the trigger. You drop it immediately as Ellie stumbles down the stairs, missing three on her way down.

“Where the fuck where you? Huh? I told you to stay put!” You shout at her. She holds up wrapped up gray cloth in her hand and pants softly.

“I got it.” Ellie smiles wide at you.

“Got what!? Someones fucking underwear? Ellie where the fuck did you go?” You're shouting at her because you were scared and frantic about her not being there just two minutes ago.

She recants her time in the woods. Explains she went out to try and hunt so we could all eat tonight. She actually shot a deer but two men in the woods traded her medicine for Joel for the deer meat. You stare at her as she talks. You can't believe it.

Ellie hands you the bottle and the needle. You hold it in your hands, still unable to talk. The bottle of antibiotics is cold in your palm.

“I don’t know how to do it.” She kneels down to Joel and puts a hand on his shoulder. "He needs it though. He has a fever." You knew he did. You checked him earlier and he was burning up.

Joel is worth figuring it out for. Poking the needle into the top of the bottle you pull the liquid into the syringe until it looks like enough. You don’t know! You wanted to do hair for God's sake! Not be a nurse.

Your hands are shaking as you inject him with the antibiotic. You lean down and whisper into his ear.

“You get better soon. Don’t leave me with the kid. She doesn’t listen to me.”

You and Ellie go and sit with your backs against the wall. She mirrors you when you pull your knees and rest your arms on them. You sigh deeply and try to pretend like none of this is really happening. This is what happens when you think with anything other than your brain. You were thinking with your pussy and this is what you get. Bloody clothes and a near dead man on the bed across the room and some new teenage girl who’s looking at you for answers.

“These guys with the medicine? You know where they stay?” You’re whispering to Ellie while Joel rests. She nods at you. “You could tell me how to get there?” If you can get there and scope things out you might be able to see what you’re up against. You wonder if Ellie did a good job hiding her tracks back here or not.

“I could show you.” Ellie raises her eyebrows. She wants to take you there. You frown at her. What is she thinking? Leaving Joel here all alone? Obviously she wasn’t thinking, she’s just a kid. Trying to prove to the two adults she’s with that she can help. That she’s grown too. Not just a kid.

“Do you think this is an adventure? Is this fun to you? Those guys are probably looking for you right now.” You keep frowning as the small smirk disappears from her face. “Good. I’m glad you know I’m serious now since you didn’t seem to know earlier.” You’re so angry. You know she was just trying to help but it’s just made everything so much harder. Even if she did get the medicine.

“I got the medicine that you couldn’t get.” She growled at you angrily, like she was reading your mind. Ellie had that comeback ready before you even started talking to her. She knew what she did was wrong but she was trying to justify it.

“I hadn’t even left before you went off hunting in the woods, doing exactly what I told you not to.” You snap at her, pointing to the door. This is what your mom must have felt like when she’d find out you snuck out with your boyfriend to go into the city for a show or for dinner without asking or telling. You know why she was so scared now. The world was not a nice place for fourteen year old girls. You didn’t know that then. Ellie doesn’t know that now.

“He was going to die without it.” She keeps growling. The face she’s making at you is similar to the ones she’d make when Joel and her picked you up before you all left Wyoming. You got on the horse he brought for you and you’d catch her giving you looks just like this one out of the corner of your eye. Her face would be pressed right into Joel’s back looking at you like you were a clicker or a bloater. Or something worse. A threat to her and Joel’s plan.

“What you did was very helpful. Yes. But it doesn’t change the fact that you still didn’t take me seriously. Ellie. Those guys could have done so much worse than just kill you.” You shake your head because you don’t know if she gets that. “I just want you to be safe so that when he wakes up, he doesn’t kill me for losing you.” You point to Joel in the bed across the room. He’s kind of scary, you’re not going to lie. You’d hightail it out of here and back to Jackson before he woke up if anything happened to her. You did not want to be on his bad side. You were already on his good side and look at the things he did to you.

“I’m not going to get lost. Or killed. Or worse. ” More growling like she’s tough. “I’m strong-” You snort in a short burst of chuckling because she sounds just like you did. It’s insane listening to her talk. Listening her argue; saying she’ll never let that happen to her– she has no control over those things and you’re surprised she thinks she does. It makes you embarrassed for how you used to talk to your mom or your aunts growing up. You’re just trying to help her.

“I’m so glad that you know exactly what’s going to happen out here. I’m so glad that in your fourteen years of life that you just know everything you need to know. I’m so fucking happy.” It’s a whisper. “I was your age once. I get it–but you have no fucking idea what’s going to happen when you walk out that door. You need to remember that you’re not un-fucking-touchable. You can get hurt. You don’t know.” You glance over at her, because you haven't looked at her once. You’ve been too upset and frustrated and worried that if you looked at her you might cry.

“And you do?” She snaps back now.

“I have no fucking idea what’s going to happen. But I know what can .” You do start to cry because you’re overwhelmed. The last however many hours have passed are finally catching up to you. “I know what will happen to little girls like you and women like me if men who are fucked-” You tap your head. “Or desperate-” you tap between your legs. “-could do if they wanted. You better hope your aim has gotten better since the other day.” You push yourself off the ground and walk away from her. You can’t look anymore. You don’t want to say anything you’ll regret.

“I know what you’re talking about and I would never -” You spin around so fast it makes you dizzy.

“I hope you never have to try and overpower a man who is holding you down.” You whisper it even though you want to scream at her. “I have to sleep now. Please for the love of God, don’t fucking leave.”

You lay down in the bed Ellie had slept in the night before. It’s soft. And it has blankets and it’s perfect. You think of living here. Forever. With Ellie and Joel. It would be nice to cozy up and relax and play house. You always wanted to do that. Imagining the idea of giving Joel kisses as he walked into the kitchen as you helped Ellie with her homework are the thoughts that lulled you to sleep. You slept for fourteen hours.

Ellie is fucking gone when you wake up. Of fucking course. You should have never fallen asleep but whatever. You’ll go get her. She can’t be too far, right? Joel is still asleep. Fuck.

Fuck. It’s fucking bitter cold and now you regret not going back for a new pair of gloves. You run out into the street and look in both directions. She’s running from the right and pointing to get back inside. You shake your head and motion for her to get her ass over here right the fuck now.

“We– yo– we– they’re coming.” Ellie stutters. “They’re coming to look for us.”

Fuck! You press your hands into your eyes and hold back a shout of frustration. Hands fall to your sides and Ellie is gone again, she’s running up to the garage.

“Where are you going?” You follow her as she opens the door.

“I can get away. I’ll distract them. You gotta stay here and keep Joel safe. Please. I won’t be able to do it myself. Please just keep him safe and the horse will take me far away and then we can-” She’s already on the horse and you don’t know what else to do.

“How many?” You ask, pulling your revolver from your holster and checking how many bullets are in there. It’s still full from this morning.

“I don’t know, maybe six or seven.” She’s whining looking out the open garage door.

“Okay. Okay. Fuck. Okay. Yes. Go. Run Ellie don’t fucking stop please don’t stop. Run and get as far away from here as you can. Run until the horse won’t fucking go anymore.” You’re pleading with her. She looks down at you with fear in her eyes again. “We’ll come for you. I promise Ellie no matter what happens we will come for you.”

You slap the horse's ass and she takes off.

Shit shit shit shit shit. You shut the garage door as fast as you can and run inside. Fuck. Everything inside of you is shaking. You need a knife. They’re probably in pairs. You can fucking do something, right? Ambush them, something. Fuck. You’re by Joel’s side now and you’re crying.

“Please wake up. P-Please wake up. I’m so fucking scared right now.” Your head turns to the door leading down to the basement. You forgot to shut it. “Joel!” You exclaim and his eyes open just a little. “Joel, they're coming, you need to w-wake up.” You leave your revolver on his chest and grab the knife off his belt and run upstairs. You get to the top step and you peek around the corner. You never shut the front fucking door when you ran inside like a dumb fucking idiot.

You step up into the hallway that leads down to the front door and as you go to shut it you see someone step right outside, looking in at you from the screen door.

It makes you jump and he’s got the door open before you can shut and lock the big wooden door in your hands. He pushes back against it with force and you stumble back two or three steps and he opens the door fully. His boots thump loudly on the ground.

“No. You fucking stay away from me or I’ll cut your fucking throat.” You warn him, holding up the knife. The man in the hat with the long beard and hunting overalls takes a couple more steps towards you. He’s holding a hunting rifle across his chest.

“Oh baby. My brother’s right outside. He’ll be in before you know it. Then that knife won’t mean shit.” The man grins at you. You go to reach for your revolver but it’s fucking downstairs on Joel’s chest. “Aw, you lose somethin’ important?” His grin widens and he’s got dirty yellow teeth, almost brown.

“Your brother as ugly as you are? If so, damn, I’d hate to see your mommy.” You frown at him. “Unless daddy is the ugly one.” You sass him, looking him up and down.

“Oh you got a mouth on ya, huh?” The man finally smiles and nods at you. “Love a cunt with a mouth.” His smile drops and he starts coming at you with force. You hold the knife close to you and as he gets close you swing it around and try to connect with his ribs. He holds his arm out and tries to catch your wrist but he misses and you end up slashing across his chest. “Fuckin’ dumb bitch.” He growls.

“You sound like my daddy.” You smirk and he lunges at you, pinning your arm with the knife between you and him. You still try and wave it around wildly and can feel it slashing and cutting at your own stomach so you stop. “Fuc-” All the air in your body leaves. All the air that was about to enter your body suddenly has somewhere else to be. You don’t even remember past air that you have breathed before. The man knocked you to the ground and he’s on top of you.

“You’re gonna get it from both of us.” He snarls in your ear. “Gonna fuck you all night long then bring you back to all the other hungry men that we know. Let them all have their way with you. Just like the girl. She yours? She your little one? We caught her. We’re all gonna rape her.” The man whispers now. “Gonna rape your daughter.” He sings it to you now sweetly like it’s a tune on the radio.

You’re fighting with everything inside of you. Your boots slam on the floor under you, attempting to push your hips up to knock him off of you but he’s got his whole weight on top of you and the rifle pressed across your chest. You feel him start rocking his hips against yours and everytime he does the blade of the knife digs deeper into the soft flesh of your belly. You start to scream but one of his dirt stained hands stops you.

You see his brother walk downstairs and that's when real fear starts to hit you. Joel is going to die.

“Ohh no. You gotta be quiet. You have to be quiet. You don’t wanna get me too excited now. I love when they fight back. It’s my favorite. You’ll embarrass me. Make me come too quick. We don’t want that now do we?”

There is no way this is happening. You were tucked away safely in your little cabin in the woods when the guy you were fucking invited you to escort a young lady to Salt Lake. Now you’re about to be passed around and watch Ellie suffer while Joel dies in a basement. What the fuck. You start to cry because this is not really happening. No fucking way. You clench your eyes shut.

His hips start moving with meaning and the knife just digs in deeper and deeper. It’s pressed sideways, not stabbing into you, but with every movement it’s cutting into you like a saw. You whimper in pain and fear and acceptance that you’re probably going to die. The guy on top of you is dry humping you and there’s nothing you can do about it. You keep trying to push up with your hips to move him, despite the pain, despite the blade. You don’t want to die like this.

“Just gotta wait for my brother to get up her–” His voice and his weight is torn from on top of you and your eyes shoot open and Joel is standing there, holding the man by the back of the neck with your gun to his head.

“Let’s go.” Joel growls. You jump up and grab the rifle from the man and hold it close to your chest. You follow them as he leads the man into the front room. There is snow piled up in front of one of the open windows. You hold the rifle to him as Joel sits him down in a chair. “Your brother is in really bad shape downstairs. I’m gonna go get him. I need you to stay here.” Joel brings the butt of the revolver down hard on the front of the man's skull and you wince, watching him go limp.

“What are you doing?” You ask as Joel walks past you. “Where are you going?”

“Were you not listening?”Joel grunts as he makes his way into the basement. “Stay!” He exclaims. “Don’t take that fucking gun off him for nothing, do you hear me?” He demands you the way you tried to demand Ellie to stay put earlier. You nod and turn the gun back to the unconscious man in the chair.

Joel is struggling bringing that man's brother up the stairs. You can hear him grunting and you just know you’re going to have to restitch him. You hear a loud bang, like something or someone fell into the wall at the top of the stairs. You hope it’s the man’s brother. Joel drags the across the room by his feet. He’s got duct tape around his wrist.

“Okay.” Joel sighs, he used an entire roll of duct tape to tape them up. Once they were nice and secure Joel took the hunting rifle from you. “Where is she?” He asked, he was angry.

“She took off with one of the horses. Tried to distract them away from us long enough that I could get you on the other horse and meet up with her.” You try to explain but Joel clenches his jaw.

“You let her go alone?” He yells at you.

“What did you want me to do? Leave you!? She’s got my gun and the horse. You were fucking knocked out! ” You yell back at him. You knew he was going to be mad at you. “It was her fucking idea! I didn’t know what else to do, okay!? I just wanted you to be safe and get her the fuck out of here.”

“Go outside. Make sure no one else gets close to this house. You shoot whoever walks up near here unless it’s Ellie.” He gives you the hunting rifle. Okay Joel. Fuck you, too. You’ll go outside and walk back to fucking Jackson. Almost died trying to protect him. Protect the girl. Fuck him.

You take the rifle from him and as his hand leaves it he snakes it around the back of your neck and pulls your forehead to his lips. He holds you there for such a long time. It feels so good because he’s warm and has a fever, also because it’s nice to know he doesn’t hate you.

“Go. Eyes peeled.” You wait outside for him.

You hear everything from the open window. Joel is asking them where Ellie would be. The men admitted to him they had captured her after Joel shoved a knife behind one of the mens knee caps. You heard him do it and then explain he was going to “pop it off’. The sound the knife made when it left his knee was something you’ll never forget. The sound the man made too.

“What were you gonna do to the lady once your brother got upstairs, huh?” Joel speaks quieter now but not quietly enough that you can’t hear him.

“Nothin’ man. I promise. Nothin’ we were just going to bring her back to the town.” The man sounds so nervous. You would look if you weren’t afraid of Joel doing the same thing to you.

“That's why you were already halfway done when I ripped you off her?” Joel shouts. It makes you jump and there's a commotion inside. It sounds like someone fell. Someone’s being beaten. Someone else is screaming bloody murder. You run inside to make sure that Joel is okay but you’re greeted with the sight of him towering over the man he had taped to the chair, stabbing his knife into his chest repeatedly. His brother, who Joel had taped up and sat down on the bench of a piano.

The man in front of the piano was screaming and crying and you’re terrified watching the scene unfolding before you.

“Make him stop!” The man who wasn’t getting stabbed repeatedly in the chest screamed at you. “We told him where the girl was, make him stop!” The man wailed, watching his brother unable to fight back. Joel ripped the knife out of his chest cavity with a squelch and started towards the other man, looking at you over his shoulder.

“I said outside!” It was shouted at you loudly. You nod and turn; feet shuffling in place for a moment before you ran back outside, not wanting to see what Joel was going to do to him.

You make your way to the garage, looking around to see if anyone else was coming to look for the brothers but you didn't see anyone. The horse in the garage snorts loudly as you pet him. The bitter cold nips at your cheeks and forehead. Your exposed fingers. You stand in front of the garage, waiting for something. You don’t know what exactly.

“When I fucking tell you something, you better fucking list-” Joel’s voice from the front porch makes you whip your head around. It takes you less time for him to step down off the porch to get angry. Spitting and screaming and yelling angry at Joel.

“Shut the fuck up!” You shout, interrupting him. “Shut the fuck up right now. You don’t get to boss me around like I’m fourteen years old. Fuck you.” You spit at him. “I almost died trying to fucking keep you safe, we both did!” You’re holding the rifle close to your chest, your other hand pointing out behind you somewhere in the direction that Ellie could be in. “Don’t fucking yell at me like I’m a little fucking girl! Go, go and find her. By yourself! I'm not staying here. I didn't sign up for this! I’m going home.” You push past him and start back into the house.

Joel grabs you by the upper arm and pulls you back so you’re standing in front of him again. His eyes are so angry. They're so bloodshot like he should still be sleeping. He really should be. He’s not ready to travel, he definitely shouldn’t have been exerting himself so much inside either.

“You stay.” He growls. “You wanna go back? I'll take you after we drop the kid. You’re not going without me, are you fucking thick?” Joel leans in and tries to kiss your forehead again but you pull away. Joel grips you tighter. “I need you.” He whispers now. “I need you to help me get her back. I can’t fucking go get her like this by myself.” His voice has a hint of desperation to it. You look down and see that he’s bleeding through his shirt.

“Fuck.” You whine quietly

“You went into the city by yourself?” Joel needed you to stitch him again, he stayed awake for the whole thing. You gave him another round of antibiotics and you gave him some clean clothes you picked up from the store. Joel shook his head as he pulled the new shirt on carefully. You nod and hand him the new flannel as well. They both fit.

“Yeah. I did.” You look at Joel who is buttoning the flannel. He looks so tired. So worn down. You feel so bad for him. This is all your fault. If you had just stayed with him in the room at the university none of this would have happened.

“You two always wanting to run off by your fucking selves.” Joel grumbles as he sits down on the side of the bed that you and Ellie had slept in. “You okay? You’re covered in blood.” He nods to you and you look down. You haven’t changed your clothes yet at all and you're still covered in his blood.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s yours. I got some new clothes for me and Ellie in the bag.” You sigh and rub your hands down your face. “This is so fucked. What is going on? What are you doing with her? She’s clearly not your daughter and you’re taking her somewhere, right? Tell me what’s going on or I’m out. I’ll take my chances alone on the way back, man, I mean it.” You’re talking quickly, nervously. All you want is some answers and your warm cottage in the woods. What the fuck is going on?

“It’s too difficult to explain right now. I will though, when we get her back, ok?” Joel isn’t telling you the truth. You can hear it in his lying ass voice. You roll your eyes. “You just have to tru-” You chortle and shake your head at him.

“No. I don’t. I don’t have to do anything right now. I want answers. I want you to tell me where you’re taking her and why we couldn’t all just hang out at my house outside the compound. Why is she so important to you? She your niece or something?” Joel shakes his head at you. “Okay. I’m leaving. I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

“She’s fucking immune. I’m taking her to a hospital so they can try and find a cure.” Joel grumbles it out, defeated that you’re serious. Calling his bluff. You think for a long time before you turn around to look at him.

“You’re gonna let them kill her?” You ask in horror. You can’t believe that the man you’ve been fucking is going to help an innocent girl right into her own coffin.

“They’re not going to kill her. They need her DNA.” Joel waves you away with his hand dismissively. “Not gonna kill her, are you stupid?” He scoffs at her like he hadn’t thought about it once. You’re dumbstruck.

“It’s a disease that controls your fucking brain, Joel. If she’s immune, where do you think they’re going to want to look!? Do you think they give a shit about one fucking girl when it comes to the rest of us? Everyone else they could save? They’ve sacrificed so many people already who they claimed to be immune, a teenage girl isn’t going to be high up on their list of people to keep alive.” You’re yelling at him. You can’t believe that those thoughts didn’t go through his mind. Maybe wishful thinking on his part that he’d be able to keep up whatever weird fantasy they were both fulfilling in this journey.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Joel waves again at you, dismissively like you’re stupid and couldn’t ever possibly know what you’re talking about. You smirt at him and nod your head.

“You’re gonna be sorry when you walk her into wherever she wants to get to so bad and they don’t let her come out, Joel. Really fucking sorry you didn’t listen to me. She knows? She knows the people where you're taking her are going to experiment on her?” You go for your bag on the floor and start packing all the things that have spilled out over however many days you’ve been here.

“Yes. She knows.” Joel says quietly, like he’s processing what you just said finally. You nod and grab the hunting rifle that’s leaning against the wall. “Where are you going?”

“To get her, and fucking keep her away from wherever you’re going to take her. They will kill her dude. You don’t get it.” You shake your head and make your way to the stairs.

“If you’re going, I’m coming with you. And she’s going to the hospital so that we can find a c-”

“We won’t ever see a cure in our lifetime, Joel!” You scream it at him. “Probably not in her lifetime either, so why– this girl you’re so attached to– why take her to a place that’s going to hurt her?” You don’t get him at all.

“We’ll go get her. Together. While we’re on the way you can tell me more about why you think they’re going to kill her.”

As you walk, you explain to Joel how your dad used to work for animal control back in Jersey before the outbreak. You tell Joel about how scientists would have to look inside an animal's brain to check for rabies. He explains he knows how they check for rabies. You ask how he would expect them to do any sort of tests or experiments on Ellie for a disease that affects the brain? They need to look at your brain, and you can’t be alive for them to do that. We don't have the equipment now for scans and images. They'd have to kill her, you're sure of it.

Joel says nothing as you walk. What the man on top of you had sang while he dry humped you rings through your head.

“We’re gonna rape your daughter.”

It makes you sick to your stomach. You quicken your pace even though Joel is the one who knows where to go. You don’t care, you want to get there as fast as you can. You think about Ellie and what she’s dealing with all alone with whoever the fuck has her.

“Listen to me,” Joel grabs your face with his hands and makes you look right into his eyes. “Be. Careful. Watch your back. Stay quiet and calm. You get back to me as soon as you can. Check every room in that building, then you come back. If you can’t find her we will go look together.” Joel gives you very clear instructions that feel a little condescending but you’ll explain how calm and cool and collected you stayed while he was stuck like a pig.

“I will.”

The building behind you has smoke coming out of it. Joel tried to insist on coming in with you but you threatened to punch him in his stitches and explained he would just slow you down. You could get in fast and hopefully find her before the building got anymore engulfed in flames.

You run into it, revolver drawn. It’s quiet but you can hear fire crackling down the long hallway. The place must have been a rec center or a nursing home or something. So many rooms and so many places for Ellie to hide.

You don’t have to look in more than three rooms before you hear her–screaming. Crying. She sounds like she’s hurt. You bolt out of the room you were in looking for her and run down the hallway as fast as your feet can carry you.

“Ellie!” You shout as you enter what looks like a dining hall, a giant room with tables and chairs for everyone to gather around and eat meals together. The whole place is engulfed in flames but you don’t see her anywhere. “Ellie!” You shout again and finally as your eyes scan the room you see her, on her knees, slamming her fists into… a man on the ground below her. She has a knife and she’s driving it into every soft part of him she can find.

You run to her; as soon as you put your hand on her back she brings the blade back down into your calf. The knife sinks into the muscle and it sets fire to your brain. Shooting electric, white hot pain in your calf, unlike anything you've ever felt in your entire life.

“Fucking cunt bitch! Fuck!” You scream and push her away from you. She rips the knife from your calf, it makes you scream again in pain and you drop to your knees. “Ellie it’s just me.” You choke it out through sobs of pain. But she’s back to stabbing the man below you.

You push yourself up to your feet again despite your leg telling you to lay down and die in this fire. Waiting until her arms are down to her sides you lunge forward and you wrap your arms around her. She screams and tries to fight you, she pushes back with her legs and sends you both tumbling back to the ground. She’s on top of you but you have her pinned and are squeezing her tight. The wind got knocked out of you when she landed on your chest and you're wheezing now.

“Ellie, shhhhh, Ellie it’s just me. Me and Joel. Shhhh Joel is here, he’s okay.” You try to wheeze calmly in her ear but she’s still fighting you. She cuts your outer thigh with the blade as she slashes around. “Ellie! Joel is outside!” You scream now and something about your voice or what you just said calms her. She goes limp in your arms and is sobbing now, just shaking and weeping. You let her go and roll her to her side. She goes fetal.

You grab her but now your entire leg is on fire. Your calf is bleeding so bad you can feel the pool of blood in your boots pooling up around your sock with every step you take. The slices on your thigh are deep but not stab wounds but they still fucking hurt. She lets you pull her to her feet. Ellie takes off, starts to quickly head for the exit but you can’t move as fast as she can. You're moving slow, having to hold on to the backs of chairs and tables to move along the dining hall. The flames are getting bigger and hotter and now you're starting to sweat. Ellie notices, she comes back for you and puts her arm around your waist. You lip out of the burning building as quickly as you can. The smoke is so much thicker now than it was when you came in. You’re almost choking.

Once outside your hands and knees hit the snow. You can’t help it, everything in your right leg is absolutely screaming at you to stop. Ellie tries to help you up, screaming words of encouragement to you through sobs. You’re crawling along the ground, trying to get away from the building, from the smoke but it’s slow going. You can barely move your leg. Smoke pours out of the open door behind you and you can hear the structure start to creak and groan.

“Please come on. We have to go. Please come on.” Ellie cries softly. She’s in front of you, pulling you by the shoulders of your jacket, away from the building. You move your arms and your one good leg to try and help her pull you away. She's yanking on your jacket as hard as she can, dragging you into the snow.

You lay on the white snow as she falls down in front of you. Ellie is content with how much distance you two have put between yourself and the fiery hell behind you. You’re panting, face in the snow, you don’t care. You curl your fingers in the white powder as you close your eyes. You could die here, right now. It'd be okay. It’s pretty here. Very pretty. Lots of trees. Like the woods kind of. Like where your cabin used to be. You think you are dying. You've never felt weak like this before. Or so tired.

There’s a hand on your back and you’re fighting for your life again, someone's got you. Someone's coming to get you, rape you and make you watch as they kill Ellie slowly and burn Joel on the stake. You're scrambling, trying to get to your feet, crawl away, anything. Just move. The only thought in your head is to move. Get away. Ellie is in front of you with her hands on your cheeks, shhing you. Trying to calm you. You rest your head in her hands and sigh softly.

“It’s Joel. He’s gonna help you.” She whispers in your ear. You let Joel get you to your feet. You can only hop on one foot. You stumble and trip but Joel stays glued to your side.

Joel has your pants off inspecting all of the wounds you received or inflicted upon yourself today. The worse one by far is where Ellie stabbed you in the calf. She sank it fully into you. She apologized so much as you guys made your way back to the house you had been sleeping at. Ellie and Joel packed up everything while you sat in the living room staring at the two dead men. Joel moved you three to another house two streets over. Ellie was in a bedroom down the hall asleep already.

“How’d you get these?” He asked as he cleaned the cuts and slashes on your stomach. You chuckle at him and lean against the headboard.

“Did it myself when that asshole was on top of me.” You laugh quietly. “Thought I could cut him but I ended up just cutting myself.” Joel smirks at you and then frowns. He’s got something he wants to say but he’s stopping himself. You let him bandage you, without pushing it. Why push something you don’t really want to hear.

“Sorry for bringing you out here.” Joel finally sighs. “I never should have asked you to come.”

There it is.

Not exactly what you wanted to hear but it’s fine. A thank you would have been nice. A good job. You did good, girl. He gives you nothing. You chew at the inside of your lip and think about Ellie. What will happen to her if Joel says you should go back to Jackson? She dies. That’s what happens and you’ll never forgive yourself.

“I’m staying. Whether you like it or not. And in the morning I’m telling her what those doctors might do to her. I’ll do that even if you try to stop me.” You look at him very seriously as he pressed gauze to your stomach. He starts to tape it to your skin as you speak to him. “I don’t care. I’m gonna tell her. She deserves to know.” You continue to watch him as his hand slide down your stomach to your exposed mound.

“Oh I’m not going to try to stop you.” Joel whispers. “I’ll let her decide. You have a point. Spread’em.” He tilts his head to one side as his fingers slide down into your folds. You obey mindlessly, spreading your legs slowly. “You can be the good girl…this time.” He smirks at you and slides the two fingers into your entrance. Your jaw drops open as he curls them upwards. “Yeah, you’re a good girl.” He whispers. “C’mere crybaby.”

You lean forward and Joel meets you halfway, exhaling loudly against you as your lips touch. It’s perfect. His tongue slipping into your mouth while he furls and unfurls his fingers against your g-spot slowly. One of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, holding you up to him as he leans between your legs. You part your lips and let his eager tongue start exploring your mouth. How did you go from scolding him and being mad at him while he cleaned and bandaged you, to now letting him get you off with his fingers?

“When I’m done, you can ride it, if your legs are strong enough.” Joel whispers into your mouth. “I want you to. Wanna see you naked. Touch you.” His tongue slides back into your mouth as his fingers strum against your spot. “Wanna see you come on top of me.” He’s still whispering gruffly into your mouth, speaking around the delight filled gasps of pleasure as he strokes one out with each curl of his fingers.

It would feel so nice to have him inside you. The feeling he’s giving you right now is numbing the pain in your leg. You nod and he kisses you again, long open mouthed kisses that leave you wanting more when he pulls away.

“You wanna come?” Joel whispers again, moving his fingers quicker inside of you. “I’ll let you. I’d let you do whatever you want tonight for taking such good care of me. For keeping her safe.” He murmurs again. Joel is moving his fingers with such grace inside you. Each movement presses or grazes something inside you that draws a moan from your throat. You hush them, but you don’t hold back. “Yeah, lemme hear you. Little bird, pretty girl, lemme hear you moan.” He’s kissing you as he speaks. You can barely think let alone kiss him back.

It’s building, you can feel it deep in your belly. Your hips start to rock against his hand. Something about the way he’s talking to you is making your head spin.

“I do wanna come.” You whimper, your feet locking onto the bed, and pushing your hips up into his fingers. You don’t care that your leg is on fire, his fingers feel too fucking good. “Yes. Yes, please don’t stop.” You beg him quietly. You clench your eyes shut and your walls start to tighten around him. “Please please.” It’s said mindlessly because he isn’t stopping, and didn’t have any plans to until you came.

Thing you don’t know about Joel is, you coming is his favorite thing. It’s why he became so enamored with you after your first meeting. He’s never met anyone who can do what you do. Not come the way you do. The way you gush against him. He had heard stories, from Tommy and other guy friends he had before the outbreak but you’re the first and only one he’s ever been with. Joel loves when you come.

That feeling; pressure in your belly and in between your legs is about to spill over the edge. You can feel it. You let your head fall back against the pillows again. Your hand falls from the back of Joel’s neck and you grip the sheets below you. Your back arches and your walls clenched tightly.

“Oh fuck.” You pant. “Oh Joel, yes.” It’s so breathless as he draws the orgasm out of you with his fingers. It’s light behind your eyes and breath hitching in your chest. All the good feelings you could ever have are flowing through you right now and they’re all because of Joel’s fingers. You give him exactly what he’s waiting for as he continues to move his fingers through your orgasm. The gushing. He can watch it from here, see it happen as it splashes out against his palm and wrist. It soaks the blankets below you

“That’s a good girl.” Joel smiles, looking up at your face now. His fingers are still working inside of you. “You wanna sit on it? You want me to fill you up?” Your eyes snap open and Joel’s nodding at you. “I will. I’ll fill that pretty pussy all night long if you want me to.” He’s cooing at you, his fingers finally withdrawing from you. He laps up everything you’ve given him this time. He doesn’t even offer you his fingers like always.

You watch as he stands up and undoes his belt. His pants fall to the floor and he very carefully crawls over you. This bed is big enough for the both of you. Unlike the mattress on the floor in the basement at the other house. Joel sits up in bed and pulls his shirt off carefully. You see his bandages. He’s bled through them but not terribly. Joel turns to you and takes your shirt off after you’ve sat up. Now, besides your bandages you’re both naked.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” Joel pants out in between more long kisses. Tongues swirling as he gropes your breasts with his strong, calloused carpenter hands. “Such a pretty little crybaby. C’mere. Come sit on it. I gotta be inside you.” He breaks the kiss and lays back on the bed.

You’re unsure how you’re going to do this. Now that you’re not orgasming, your leg does hurt again.

“I’m not gonna be able to do anything up here. I’ll just be scooching. I can’t bounce!” You look down at him as you test sitting on your knees.

“ Crybaby . Scooch on me. I’ll come. You’ll come. We’ll sleep.” Joel’s hands are on your waist as you straddle him. He moves one hand between you two and keeps himself standing straight up as you move the head of him across your slit, trying to line him up with your entrance. Joel’s never let you be on top before. You’ve never really had time like this. You feel him slip inside of you and you sink down into his lap. You can watch how his jaw falls open a little this time. You feel so full like this. You relax and sink down a little further and now you’re both staring at each other, slackjaw.

“Fuck. Good girl.” Joel places his hand back on your waist and starts to slide you back and forth. “Yeah, just like that.” His head falls back as you lean back, supporting yourself on his thighs. “Move those hips, little bird.” He coos at you as you begin to roll your hips back and forth against him. “The best sluttiest fuckin’ pussy I ever had.”

You close your eyes, a mixture of pleasure and pain as you feel him move against every inch of your pussy.

“Jesus Christ.” You whisper, your own head falls back as he pushes his hips up into yours. “Yes. Do it again.” You hold yourself still and quickly, Joel hammers himself into you from below. Nothing comes out of your open mouth, you’re just frozen on top of him. He sheathes himself to the hilt every time and groans loudly.

“Fuck little bird, that pussy is so fucking perfect.” He’s panting softly after exerting himself. You go back to rocking yourself against him, hips gyrating slowly. “You want it, really? Come inside that slutty little cunt?” You nod, everything he’s saying sounds so fucking good. You’re close to another orgasm and he can tell the way you’re clenching down around him with your pussy.

Joel’s ready, he wants to feel you come on him first before he lets go. But with this angle he can see himself sliding in and out of you, your slickness is coating both of you and it’s making his legs shake softly.

“P-please, lil crybaby.” Joel moans softly. “Lemme fill you up.” He’s begging you. He’s never done that. You don't know if he’s ever said the word please to you either but you’ll think about it later. You’re going to cum again. Joel grips your waist tighter as he feels you getting ready. Your hands grip his thighs tighter, your walls clench around him. “Oh fuck. Yes. Come on me, baby. Come on this cock you filthy little slut.” Joel growls as he begins pumping inside of you. You feel it with every throb of his cock.

It sends you over the edge, knowing he’s coming inside you. You come again, all over his lower stomach as you sink yourself down into his lap and ungulate your hips back and forth, his cock rubs and grazes across your g-spot with each movement. It makes you shiver and moan his name softly as your hands move up to his chest.

Joel’s hands are still on your hips, holding you down onto him as he gives you the last of him. You know he’s finished when he shudders underneath you and lets his head fully relax on the pillows below him.

“Joel.” You whisper down to him in his post-coital bliss. He responds with a throaty humm, his eyes closed. “I’m stuck up here.” Sure are. Your leg is on fire and you’re cramped up and don’t know how to get down. Joel opens one eye and smirks. He holds you firmly under the breasts and sits up carefully due to his own wound and gives you a small kiss before he lifts you so you can swing one leg over him.

“Crybaby.” Joel teases you as you crawl onto the bed. It’s so cold but you know he’ll be warm and he’s laid out his sleeping bag on top of the bed and now he’s zipping yours together with his to make one big sleeper. You smirk and snuggle in as he gets behind you. “My crybaby. Don’t you forget it. Forget about going back to Jackson. You stay here. With me. Got it? Don’t say dumb shit.” He’s growling as you fall asleep.

#canon story #tlou hbo #mean!joel x reader #slow burn #pedro pascal characters #smut #joel miller x reader #long reads #fanfic #angst #violence

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somerandomdudelmao · 2 years ago

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ok wait hold up can we actually just like talk for a second about Donnie's behavior in these last few pages??

Before he found out about the infection, Donnie was still very nonchalant about a lot of situations, but he always had a sense of care and compassion for certain things, like for example, his family and friends. He used a lot of sarcasm and was overall just the snarky autistic tech dude who had more love than he could even imagine giving. He had a relentless grip on his bad-boy image, was stubborn as all hell, but was a well-rounded, lovely guy!

And then the realization hit that he was going to die sooner than expected. Then...

Poof!

Now he's just a shell (Hahaahahahahaha) of who he used to be. Now all he has for himself is a bunch of self-deprecating jokes, responsibilities to pass on to others, and a lack of hope that is just so incredibly unlike him. He still has the sarcasm, sure, but this time it's a lot more dry and emotionless. There's no brevity or lightheartedness to his words anymore, it's all just a monotone mess of half-assed goodbyes and thrown out dreams for the future. Any method of survival has seemingly been lost to time for Donnie, so now he's just kinda... Accepting the fact he's gonna die soon, which only leaves him with his own decaying body and a voice he doesn't even want anymore. And judging by the way he just ignores or shrugs aside everyone's concern, it's all basically just him saying, "Welp, guess I'll die. Here's my shit, no will required."

Also another thing I noticed is that Donnie is basically not allowed to really do anything anymore because he's at risk of dying sooner than he already thinks he will. If he gets more rest and works less, his death come significantly slower.

Meaning he must feel incredibly useless right now.

I think I've also pinpointed the time when this all started happening to Donnie btw. It's a very small moment and I don't have the screenshot on me rn but I think it was in the robo-Raph comic, specifically the moment when Donnie was zooming over to Casey and went "Past" that Kraang alien dude on the way. I imagine he didn't really go past and instead went through, because u know, he's Donatello. If given the chance to commit murder, he will commit, and he very much had the chance right there. I think he went through that Kraang alien, (Very plausible given how fast he was going like jesus- ) got its blood inside a cut or something, and it infected him via his veins or something. Kind of a stretch to assume this since it literally could've been something that took place before the time of this comic series, but this was the earliest instance of foreshadowing/possible infection that I can think of.

I also want to apologize for making all those jokes about like taking you to court and throwing you in jail and stuff because maybe they came off as mean or rude at some points. And for constantly flooding your inbox lol-

Thanks for existing and for making this comic, and congrats on beating the deadline at work! I think you deserve a cookie for that! *Gives a million more cookies* oh yeah and those are for you being you

Oh my fuckiNG GoD...

I don't even know what to say to that

I guess I just want everyone else to be able to read it too because..oh shit...oh wow.

#I'm impressed #like #genuinely #don't worry i like being in jail lmao #so many people already thrown me there #this is my home now

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nvoirs · 2 years ago

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Omg i saw that ur requests are open 🥹😭 Is it okay if I can request a plaga re4leon smut? 😭 it’s okay if u dont want to 😇 have a great day 🫶🏼

Part 2 is here Because of all the support on this piece of writing I did I was able to create a part 2 and I'm thankful for those who wanted it!

When you had found out that Leon was infected by the Plagas your heart dropped into your stomach. You wouldn't know what to do, trembling as he got worse. Becoming more feral and looking like he wanted to rip your cute little heart straight out of your chest and brandish the still warm organ like a trophy. It got to a point where you had to restrain him, all you could find was a frail piece of rope left behind by one of the now dead ganandos.

Ashley was still with Luis, hopefully so close to finding the vaccine. So close to bringing Leon back to you.

His panting would worsen, as he struggled against your restraints, lashing out telling you to release him and that he was fine, he was okay and you didn't have to worry.

He'd put you in so much sorrow and guilt that you wouldn't even realise he'd managed to cut through the tied rope around his wrists with the small dagger you forgot to confiscate.

Silly old you. Always so naïve and trusting when it came to Leon. He was your weakness, and he now knew that and had used it to his advantage lunging for your still vulnerable, hunched over body.

He'd have you pressed to the dirty ground, the air smelling of gunpowder as he inhaled deeply. You're terrified he can see it, those widened eyes threatening to fill with tears once again.Trembling beneath him his weight sandwiching your body between the ground and his broad-ranging chest. His eyes were no longer that sky blue that you once loved, now becoming something far sinister, a raging crimson colour replacing them.

But he isn't fully gone, he's still Leon so you were confused when you felt something hard pressed against your thigh. He rutted his hardened cock against your tactical pants releasing a forced squeak from deep within your throat.

“Don't think I can hold back anymore.. fuck. Wanna fuck you into the ground please.”

He continued to rut against you like a cat in heat, squeezing your legs together as you could feel the certain wetness collecting itself inside of your underwear.

“Leon what’re you- shit is this the plagas controlling you?”

“No goddamnit it's me- the plagas is just outing me.” He purred.

Chuckling he came closer to your pursed lips, wanting to feel the softness of them, his dark blonde hair brushing across your reddened face.

And you let him. You let him swallow you whole, devouring your mouth till your lips were a ruby colour, a string of his saliva evident upon them once he pulled away. Your lips still puckered, you wanted more, no you craved more of this side of Leon. You knew it was wrong, he was infected with stage four of the parasite but you just couldn’t help it.

The effects of the plagas were becoming more visible. The prominent darkened veins stood out creating a sort of jumbled up criss-crossed pattern on his pale skin.

“Shit this is your fault, I've wanted to fuck you since I met you six years ago back when we were both rookies in training” His extensive grin agitated you as he dived down for your exposed neck.

Placing a pointer finger on the pulse, dragging it down behind your appealing small ear. He licked a searing wet stripe up the shell of your ear, as he began to leave mauve coloured love bites across your supple flesh.

Dessert before the main course sounded real good to Leon right now, and you happened to be his dessert.

The plagas was altering his mind, and Leon was looking at you like you were a piece of vanilla cake. Squirming underneath his tight hold, releasing effortlessly, melodic sounds as he nipped and bit at your bare neck.

“Fuck Leon!”

You grabbed the material of his tight black shirt, digging your hands in and pulling him ever so closer. In return Leon hummed in approval before breaking his lips away from your decorated skin.

“Now the real fun begins.”

Dragging your tactical pants down your thighs, swiftly pulling them off and chucking them to the side. His glowing eyes stared down at where you needed him most, he could see the wet patch you’d made from your endearing arousal.

“Well what do we have here?”

Fingering the material of your thin panties, Leon advanced to the very centre. His hand hovered before ripping your panties clean off. Gasping as he also threw your now shredded panties on top of your discarded pants.

“Leon why’d you do that I need those- fuck!”

While you were busy being a blabber mouth not knowing when to shut up, he’d lifted your calves before shoving his tongue deep inside of you. Writhing and twisting at his straight up tongue fucking, you cried out when he began to abuse your clit circling it relentlessly.

Licking lengthy stripes up and down your sweet folds, he pulled back moaning from your taste.

“You taste so sweet, I knew you would, I always knew.”

Going back down on you, you felt a cramping sensation building up in your lower abdomen and before you knew it you were releasing all over Leon’s face. He carried on lapping you up eagerly, tasting your sugar coated juices on his lips and tongue.

Dropping your legs roughly, you both panting your vision seizing and taking sight of Leon unbuckling his pants. His cockhead strained against the material of his briefs, his precum staining the front.

“Want you on your knees, sluts like you have to worship someone isn’t that so?” Grabbing you by your neck, you yelped as he nudged your nose against his clothed dick.

Obeying his demand you felt yourself blush, now this is wrong, it’s wrong, wrong, wrong! Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you began to pull his briefs down his meaty thighs. You’ve always wanted to be with Leon like this, and now you can. You just couldn’t hold back.

Taking him in the palm of your hand, trembling hoping you didn’t do something wrong. Leon was a lot stronger as of now, he could easily overpower you. His tip was a mouthwatering sight, you never knew it could look this pretty? Taking him into your warm mouth, tasting the salty precum and hollowing your cheeks as you began to bob your head. Leon released a guttural groan, grabbing you by the ponytail you had up.

“This is all I could think about ha- when your hair was like this.”

Dragging his cock inside your mouth faster, before shooting his cumload straight down your throat making you gag.

“Swallow it, you whore, or I’ll make you regret it.” His threats should scare you, but It just turned you on even more.

“Need you inside me.” You whined, humping nothing as you bounced on yourself.

“Christ, don’t do that or I’ll seriously make you pass out. Take off your shirt then.”

Enthusiastically you did just that. Flinging your top leaving you in nothing but your bra. Leon licked his lips delightfully, before unclipping your bra allowing your tits to spill out. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, as he palmed your squishy flesh between his skilled fingers.

“Mmhph Leon! Feels good.” Sweat was forming on your chest like you’d been dusted with golden powder. Smirking Leon continued his assault on your breasts, switching to your firm nipples. Taking one and pinching it before rolling his tongue over it and taking it into his mouth. His eyes met yours as he suckled at your nipple, still giving the other attention by squeezing it between his index finger and thumb.

“Jump up onto me.” His command rang through your ears, as you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. Leaning against the cobblestone wall Leon’s cock rubbed against your cunt teasingly before shoving himself inside of you.

You nuzzled into his neck smelling the sweat and dirt of him, but he still smelt so good a hint of citrus filling your nostrils as your face carried on colliding with his neck as he bounced you on his cock. Your moans rang out into the empty room, muffled slightly because of your loving assault on Leon’s neck.

“Your so- tight didn’t expect that from a slut.”

His grip grew tighter on your ass, bruising beginning to form under the tips of his fingers because of how tight he was holding onto you.

“I’m not a ha- slut!” You wailed, the pressure in your stomach coiling up.

“Oh yeah? Then who was that guy you were flirting with back at HQ?”

No way was he talking about that one guy. The one guy that actually showed any romantic interest in you, he’d asked you out to dinner when Leon was in the room and you had refused. That was because you liked Leon, but you had no idea he liked you back.

“I said no- fuck because I like you!”

Leon cocked his head to the side, watching your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Is that so?”

His pace got faster, ploughing into your guts like it was nothing until the tightly fit coil snapped in two. You whined as you came around him gushing and milking his cock. He carried on fucking you through your high, trying to chase after his own release.

“Ah- too much Leon too much!” almost strangling him but withstanding when he came deep inside your cunt, the contents dripping down your legs.Your hands still curled in his locks, fingers glued to his scalp as he hissed from the pain of your fingernails.

“Sorry.” Mumbling, you expected Leon to send you one of those signature smirks but instead felt a prick in the side of your neck.

What? Everything began to get fuzzy, and you felt Leon placing you on the cold floor.

“Shush It’s okay now, Lord Saddler could use another follower. And maybe just maybe he’ll let me keep you and we can be together forever my darling.”

The last thing you saw before you became unconscious was Leon’s ugly grin smeared across his once angelic features. You’d been caught in his spider's web once again.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #residentevil4leon

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the-crimson · 1 year ago

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Aight thoughts on todays bbh lore cuz we got A LOT. Just stay with me through my nerding about trees it’ll be worth it XD

We pretty much got 100% confirmation that he is intentionally hurting Baghera and Forever and that he thinks of himself as expendable. What fascinates me the most is when Bad asked Foolish this

“Is there anything wrong with burning the forest to save the trees?”

At first glance you might think YES if u burn the forest then there won’t be any trees??!! However it is a custom on fire risk zones to create controlled fires that burn up brush and dead trees so that the risk of a natural and far more devastating fire is reduced. Additionally, if a fungus infects a forest, burning the infected trees may be the only way to prevent the spread to the rest of the forest.

On top of that, there is a specific type of tree species that requires fires in order to reproduce. These are often Pine trees that drop pinecones. Pinecones hold seeds inside them that only germinate when immense heat is applied to them: the heat of a forest fire. When they are within these temperatures, the seeds germinate and the pine cones pop, scattering the seeds on the forest floor. These trees adapted to form a symbiotic relationship with fire one of if not the most destructive natural forces on the earth.

Do you know one of the trees that has developed this adaption? Redwoods.

Do you know which tree bbh brought up when giving Jaiden a PINECONE gift for her birthday today? A Redwood.

I’m like actually going insane. This can’t be a coincidence right????? I’m not going crazy right???

The whole reason I noticed this scene is because I live near the redwood forests in California and I know all about the way these trees depend on fires for their survival. It’s something that’s always fascinated me. That’s when I assume Bad was going to ask foolish the above question before Jaiden and Teana cut their conversation short while they were talking on the Titian . He literally had these specific trees on his mind when he was going to ask about burning down the forest.

Let me tell you another thing about Redwood trees. They are ancient. They are massive. They are sturdy. Natural fires are a common phenomenon here and a majority of the redwoods survive with barely a scratch, maybe an inch or two of its outer bark scorched. Nothing it won’t grow past in a year or two when these trees easily live for 500+ years.

(Side note, if there is one place in America you should visit it’s the redwood forests of California. It is literally like entering a portal to another world. These trees are 10-15 ft in diameter easily and you can just feel how ancient the forests are. It’s one of my all time favorite places to go)

So, in the situation Bad is proposing, burning the forest to save the trees, he is actively thinking about Redwoods in this hypothetical. Not only trees that are extremely resistant to fire but trees that depend on fire to survive. That completely changes the way he is approaching this question.

In his hypothetical, the forest will burn. The animals will die. The brush and non redwoods will turn to ash. The land will be scarred and the trees themselves may look dead, branchless and black. But. But. A season will pass and new branches will peel through the charcoal. Seeds deep in the soil will surge forth as the soil is fed nutrients from the ash. Animals will return. Pinecones will shed their fertilized seeds to give birth to a new generation of trees. And by next year, the forest will look just as vibrant as it had before the fire. Trees may bear the scars of the flames but life continues and it continues and it continues always.

I might actually be going crazy bbh makes me crazy cc!bbh makes me crazy I’m losing my mind

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minustwofingers · 1 year ago

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cool about it teaser

pairing: closetedfem!reader x ellie

request? yes, by @gold-dustwomxn (:

summary: life in the apocalypse is hard enough. the last thing you need is unrequited feelings for your best friend—who is very much off limits. so you'll just be cool about it. really cool about it. set in a loose interpretation of canon where i toy around with the timeline and storyline just the slightest and this is also a bit of a slowburn

warnings: ur closeted asf, queer angst, gross men, explicit language, substance use

a/n: hey guys i haven't really been posting much recently, but i wanted to at least post two scenes from this series so u guys have an idea of what to expect...also so u guys can tell me which one you want me to work on more (love is a laserquest or this one). i hope u enjoy...sorry this one is a little disjointed! (there are many events that happen between the two scenes im sharing w u as a little treat)

I. (opening scene)

The revelation that your feelings towards your best friend had become complicated arrives with the dead of winter. It’s strange, really, how something within you came to life just as the rest of the world began to die.

If you were wiser, you’d find ways to explain it away, to rationalize all the weird thoughts in your head. You’d cite the chill in the air. The holiday spirit running through Jackson. The desolation that came with your only outdoor companions being the brown corpses of deciduous trees and infected that hadn’t frozen in the winter storms that kept battering Wyoming.

But with age came wisdom, and both of those virtues were in short supply in a post-apocalyptic world. So, you resign yourself to cataloging away these feelings and pretending like everything was absolutely normal and cool.

The bad thing about having good things, you think to yourself bitterly one day as you watch Ellie’s eyes light up as she rambles in her room as you sit on her bed about a comic book Joel had found her, is that they’re risky. High risk—high reward. Ellie was special to you in a way that no one else was. And using this logic, losing her would bring such an unforeseen devastation that you weren’t sure that you could go on.

So, normal. Cool. Chill. Because you cannot afford to fuck this one up.

“I love when you tell me about your comics,” you tell her in a way that’s definitely not sappy sweet and gooey.

She smiles crookedly back at you. “You’re such a fucking liar. I know you couldn’t give a shit about these.”

“Am not!” You throw a punch at her arm, feeling your heart twist as she just grins wider. “For the record, I do give a shit. Many, actually.”

“That sounds gross.”

“Your words, not mine.”

And it’s absolutely gut wrenching how she can just smile at you like that, like she’s not holding your heart in her fist.

“So, uh, Cat,” you blurt out. You’d been staring at her for too long. “Dina said that you two were—uh…”

You wave your hand around in the air like you’re sifting through thousands of possible word combinations. In reality, you know exactly what you need to say to get the answer you’re searching for. You just don’t want to ask.

“Well…” She blushes. Her eyes drop to her hands, where her fingers are toying with the bits of cuticle she hasn’t already torn off.

“I knew it!” you croon, hoping that the boatload of dread that just dropped in your stomach isn’t as obvious as it feels. “Tell me everything.”

“Nothing to tell,” she says. “Nothing yet, at least. It’s stupid but—I just noticed that she hangs around me a lot, you know? And, like, touches me more than she needs to. Shit like that. I dunno.”

The wound deep inside you splits like the fake grin on your lips. “Wowwwww. Look at you!”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean,” she says, her eyes twinkling conspiratorially, “What about Eddie? Jesse told me that you spend a lot of time with him.”

“We’re patrol partners,” you offer. It’s not a lie. You’re just choosing to omit the part where Eddie spends half his patrol staring longingly in your direction while you pretend not to notice.

“I know that.”

“It’s…” You gnaw on your bottom lip. “I don’t know how I feel about that right now.”

That’s not a lie either. Eddie is…nice. All the other girls like him, except for Dina (she has Jesse) and Ellie (she has another very obvious reason). He’s attractive. At least, that’s what Bonnie tells you. Apparently the buzzed hair and heavy bluntness found in all of his features is considered hot.

But just because you’re not into him now doesn’t mean you could never be. That’s what your mother used to say about your father—she hadn’t liked him upon their first meeting. But it changed with time, and you’d rather have someone than be all alone.

Ellie hums, picking at the cuticle of her thumb. “He likes you.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Well,” she says, “I heard Jesse’s putting on another bonfire tonight. Want to walk there together after dinner?”

You spend another evening staring across the fire at your best friend, watching the warm glow of the flames warp and distort the shape of her and Cat, pressed up against each other and smiling wide. You aren’t sure why it makes you so uncomfortable to see them together. Homophobia? No. Maybe? You recently learned that that was a thing, but you don’t consider yourself bigoted, and being a homophobe is more of an opt-in situation, right?

But when you try to reach deep inside to find a more plausible answer, there’s nothing.

It’s your detachment from reality that lets Eddie drape a heavy, hard arm over your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers into your ear. His breath is hot and warm.

“Hey,” you whisper back, wanting nothing more than to get away. Thankfully, Ellie is too preoccupied with Cat to even look your way. You’re sure that you’d die if she saw Eddie touching you like this.

“You look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you.”

It’s like someone shone a spotlight on you, hung a sign on your neck that said, I am perceived and desired by men. You don’t know why this makes your skin crawl so much.

Eddie’s fingers are tracing patterns on the flesh of your arm. You find that you’re grateful for the extra layer your sweatshirt sleeve provides. You don’t want him to touch you—don’t want to know what it’s like for him to deliberately make contact with your skin.

The next time he speaks to you, it’s in a murmur that you suppose is meant to sound seductive. “You’re quiet today.”

“Just a little tired.” And now you feel guilty, because Eddie really hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s you who has an issue with a boy who’s perfectly nice and clearly likes you.

He laughs like you’d said something funny, tightening his arm so you press into his side. His body is blazing hot like a furnace, and it feels hard and foreign.

II. (scene from somewhere in the middle )

“Sorry!” You titter at the crowd of your friends who formed at the sliding glass door. “Um—sorry.”

It seems to be the only thing you can say.

“Cat,” Ellie says, an edge of desperation in her voice. “Cat, please, it’s not like—”

“I’m pretty fucking sure of what I saw,” snaps Cat. She turns to Eddie, a vicious glint in her eyes. “Didn’t know your girl swung that way.”

And then she shoves past the mass of people, Ellie kicking off from the deck railing with a stream of apologies falling from her lips as she follows behind.

Eddie walks forward, confusion the dominant emotion in his wide face.

“Uh—I didn’t—”

“I’m really drunk,” you say to him, feeling the tears begin to spill down your cheeks. “It’s not like that. I promise it’s not like that. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Hey,” he says, opening his arms. “Come here. Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you sputter, stepping into him and pressing your snotty face into his shirt. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Fuck.”

“It’s really okay.” His hand finds the flat part of your back between your shoulder blade and rubs circles. “It’s just a chick. If it were, like, I dunno, Jesse, I would’ve been angry.”

“You’re not mad?” you ask, pulling away to look up at him. Maybe there’s something tonight you didn’t ruin.

He smiles down at you. “‘Course not. Some guys find that shit hot, you know. Two girls kissing like that.”

The smile that seemed so innocent at first sends a sharp, chilling pang through your chest. He doesn’t seem to notice your hesitation in the way your face falls as his head dips to kiss you, doesn’t seem to register the disgust you exhibit until you have to shove yourself away.

“I’m really drunk,” you repeat, looking anywhere but his face. “I want to go to bed.”

“I can come—”

“No.”

final a/n: like i said so sorry about how disjointed this is. i just want to get a feel for what my readers are more interested in for now!!

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams self insert

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bloodhoundsandplagues · 12 days ago

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want me

leon kennedy x reader

2K words

summary : you're given a vaccine to cure you of the man-made virus you're infected with- but no one told you it would be painful, or that it would cause an old crush to surface. as your thoughts clear, you realise that leon kennedy is right next door, so you may as well, right?

warnings : lots of swearing, mentions of nsfw (just jokes, no actual smut), one vaguely gory description at the beginning ? potential for some actually REALLY heavy making out and like. hands under the shirt (no boobs tho soz)

no use of Y/N, gn reader, no spoilers for any of the games, no set time when this is supposed to be set. again kinda short but idk what yalls standards are for fic lengths

A/N : no picture for this one bcs my tumblr fucks up the quality of EVERYTHING. also for u lot to picture whichever leon u want <3

Pain is nothing new to me.

I’ve been thrown off buildings and out of cars, drowned, strangled, smacked, shot, punched, kicked, bitten- the works, really. I know what it feels like to hurt; when your insides twist and turn and burn as if begging you to just die, relieve the pain a little.

But this?

Oh, this is a whole new kind of pain. I know it’s not normal. Some fucker put a man-made virus in me; doctors had to give me a vaccine, because my life was on the line, et cetera, et cetera. But what they didn’t tell me was that the bioweapon living in me would fight, claw, and scream; that it would not go down easily, like I hoped it would.

I can hardly breathe, curled into a ball on a cot in an empty hospital room. My throat is burning, my heart thumping violently in my chest. I am Prometheus; an eagle standing over me, tearing out my liver, letting the blood drip onto my face as it chews. I feel the dread of regeneration; the knowledge that as soon as the eagle is finished, it will tear back into my belly, cawing happily. I see it, for a moment, as I dance in and out of reality; only the eagle has bright golden eyes and there is so much blood.

I feel like I’ve been bent over and fucked raw with a sword made of fire.

I sob and scream into my hand; the doctors have given me painkillers, but they’re doing shit fuck all for the pain. I swim in and out of consciousness for hours, my vision blurry, everything around me muffled. I can’t tell if they’ve actually left me alone, or if I’m just losing my mind.

Occasionally, people enter the room. I think they talk to me, but I can’t tell over the sound of my own crying and the shapes, silhouettes dancing around me. At some point, someone touches my forehead, as if to check my temperature. Groggily, I think, this isn’t a fever, shitbag. Ever the eloquent one, me, especially when in excruciating pain.

Finally, it dulls, and I manage to move without wanting to pull out my eyeballs. It’s nothing special, only a turn of my head, a flutter of my eyelids as I try to open my eyes.

There’s someone in the chair next to my cot. At first, I hallucinate- the shape slumped there goes from being my mum, to my sister, to my uncle, to my supervisor (which is the weirdest of them all, because he’s the only one I’ve talked to in the last decade). But finally, it shifts to something more solid, something real.

My heartbeat picks up significantly, which the monitor I seem to be hooked up to decides to broadcast. I sit up, and the pain courses through me again. The shape seems to look up, and I recognise blond hair, blue eyes, a bruise on the cheekbone as my vision clears.

“Leon,” I say. It comes out as more of a grunt, my tongue heavy and sandpapery in my mouth. I feel like I’ve downed fifteen shots of the strongest alcohol known to man and hit by a car. I try again. “Leon.” It comes out clearer this time.

He reaches out, grabs onto my hand and squeezes. I try to squeeze back but nothing happens except for another not enjoyable shot of pain.

“Careful,” he says, his hand moving up to my wrist. He’s checking my pulse, I realised. Why? The machine is practically flatlining, with how fast my heart is beating.

Oh. That’s why he’s checking my pulse.

“Leon,” I say, and it finally comes out right. I grin, and am filled suddenly with a wave of happiness. My heart jumps into my chest and I’m struggling to breathe as I gaze at him. I don’t know what I must look like to him right now, but I do know that he’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m here,” he reassures me. His other hand comes up to gently touch my face, the pads of his fingers brushing over my cheekbones, my eyebrow, my nose. He stops before they reach my mouth (if I wasn’t in this much pain, I would have grabbed his hand, pulled him back) but I think I see him hesitate.

Is it the pain meds that are making my stomach flutter, the tips of my fingers tingle?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out. What is there to say?

His eyes are so, so blue. I hadn’t quite realised until now, now that he’s so close.

“Y’pretty,” I slur out, and I grin. The pain in my limbs is slowly dulling, and I somehow push myself up on my elbows. Leon immediately puts a hand to the back of my neck, supporting me as I sit up. And his skin is warm, and I am feeling warm in all kinds of places, and I don’t know if it’s the pain meds or my beating heart or the virus currently being wrestled out of my body, but before he can even breathe in to answer, I open my mouth again.

“So pretty,” I say. My words are clearer, but my vision is dancing between blurred and clear. His brows are furrowed, and I lift my arm, ignore the pain to trace the lines of his face. They seem to shine gold and silver in the soft light of the hospital room.

He says my name, almost like a prayer falling from his lips. He breathes it out, taking my wrist and gently moving it away from his face. I feel a little drunk, but at least the pain is numbed slightly.

“You’re-“

“No.” I shush him, shaking my head. “I’m nothing.” My words are mixed up, coming out all jumbled and wrong. That’s him, making me feel that way, I try to convince myself.

He stands, clears his throat. Goes to the door; I think he calls the doctor, but I’m too far away to hear, dancing in some strange minds cape again. Colours flow around me, like liquid sunlight. I reach out and try to catch some in my hand.

It takes what feels like a thousand years for the doctors to clear me to go home. I have to be helped into a wheelchair by nurses, and it’s Leon (sweet, beautiful, lovely Leon) who pushes me out, into someone’s car (not his, I hope, because I smell terrible). It’s Leon who drives me home, a quiet song on the radio, checking every few seconds to make sure I haven’t passed out.

I am able to stand by the time we get to my place. I wonder briefly how he knows my address, then remember that time he came over, years ago. Did he find the text I sent him? Or does he have it memorised? I watch his face, entranced.

He opens the door, helps me out of the car. Keeps his arm around my waist, supporting what feels like my full weight. He pulls keys- my keys, I realise when I recognise the tacky keyring hanging off them- from his pocket, inserts them in the lock. I refuse to let him carry me up the stairs, although he insists and insists. His arm stays tight around me, muttering very quiet encouragements to me as we go. I almost collapse in relief when I see my front door, still painted atrociously yellow. I should change that, I think.

He gets me into my apartment, and I am finally able to stand without help (although I stumble a little, and my head spins every time I move). He offers to leave, but I gulp down whatever feeling is rising in my gut, let out a muttered “stay,” give him my best puppy eyes. He agrees without hesitation, asking me if I need anything.

“‘M gonna- gonna run a bath,” I garble very attractively. He nods, sits on the couch that doubles as my bed (studio appartments, amirite?) and waits, so pretty.

I shut the bathroom door- don’t lock it, though- and sit on the lip of the bath, watching the water running. My thoughts are beginning to clear, the pain now just a dull throb in the background rather than an overwhelming burning in my throat. I swallow it as I dip my fingers in the water, trying to blink the fog out of my eyes.

“You okay in there?” Leon calls. I look up, and the painkiller fuelled what-the-fuck-ever takes control once more.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice slightly strangled. The last thing I need right now is a distraction. I need a bath, normal clothes, I need his hands on me and his mouth on mine-

I check that the bath is full enough, and dunk my entire head under.

God, what is wrong with me? I’ve always had less than appropriate feelings about Leon, sure, but in a coworker/friends way, not in a dirty thoughts in the bathroom way.

Unfortunately, these thoughts remain when I come back up- my hair is just soaking wet now, and my eyes sting a little.

“Fuckin’ stupid,” I mutter to myself. I don’t reach for a towel; instead I sit on the lip of the bathtub, staring into the water, dripping onto my trousers. Y’know, like a loser.

I start to take my shirt off, then stop. The simple movement makes my ribs feel like they’re being torn out and used to stab me repeatedly; I stop and immediately lower my arms, groaning.

Fuck.

I get up, and manage to hobble to the door. Open it- luckily I don’t have to fumble with the lock.

“Leon,” I say, and he’s on his feet in half a second, in front of me in the second half. I reach out and he grabs onto my waist, steadying me as I sway back and forth.

“I don’t wanna bath,” I say, my words jumbling together. I reach up, cup his face in one hand. “Want- want you.”

He hesitates, almost moving away from me. His throat bobs, his eyes narrow and widen; there’s a tic in his jaw, which I smooth down with my thumb.

He says my name, and I shake my head.

“I feel fine,” I say, and thank god my words are clearer. “Do you?”

Almost involuntarily, it seems, he pulls me a little closer. I touch my forehead to his, my pulse racing. I can feel his too, I realise when I shift my fingers. It’s racing just as fast as mine.

“I’m sorry,” I say, “this isn’t- I’m not. But you’re… I…” I shake my head. I hope he understands what I’m saying, because I certainly fuckin’ don’t. “Want to kiss you.” He seems so nervous, bless him; maybe unsure of how willing I am to really kiss him, if it’s just the painkillers talking. I nudge forwards with my nose, and he kisses me.

As soon as his lips meet mine, my legs buckle. He catches me, supporting me fully without breaking the kiss. Fireworks erupt in my chest; if someone were to set me on fire, I would hardly notice- the feeling in my chest, in my throat, is enough to drown out any pain the painkillers might have neglected.

I stumble into him, and he holds on, his mouth not leaving mine for a millisecond. I thread my fingers through his hair, press the other to his neck, fumbling for his pulse. His heart is beating almost as fast as mine.

“Leon,” I mumble into the tiny space that opens between us when he pulls away for air. His eyes open and worry fills them.

“Are you-“

“‘M fine,” I quickly say. My speech is almost back to normal. “Just- wanted to say it.” He smiles, for the first time since I woke up, I think blearily, and kisses me again. My back hits the wall, and he pulls me away slightly, a hand at the small of my back. I grin against his mouth, teeth lightly bumping into his. We both laugh and I take the opportunity to kiss the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, down to his collarbone. He’s still holding me up, and I like it- like not having to support myself. Any thought of pain is gone for my mind as he tilts his head to the side, allowing me better access to his bare neck. God, we’re both such sluts. I lift my head again, and he kisses me, as hungry as I am, I realise. It’s messy, and my hands are all over the place, but he is kissing me in a way that is making me vaguely lightheaded, and he has a hand at the back of my neck, and now he’s the one with his mouth on my throat, whispering what feels like prayers into my skin. It’s no longer the pain that’s making my legs weak. I sigh, then gasp when he presses a long kiss to the dip in my collarbone. He looks at me, and I thread a hand through his hair again. “Shirt,” I say, not politely, despite my little smile. He’s smiling too, and he kisses me as I work at the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards so I can press my hands to his bare back, feel his hot skin. He shudders lightly, and I feel his mouth in the crook of my neck, whispering things to me that I wish I could hear. His own hands go under my shirt, resting on my bare waist. His thumb brushes an old scar, hovers there; I feel the question in the touch, and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Gun,” I murmur into his neck. “Five years ago. Fucked up an op.” He doesn’t respond, but he finds every scar on my back and stomach, and I tell him about every single one, pressing soft kisses to his neck as he searches my skin. The way he makes me feel- the attention he gives me, the gently touch of his fingers, as if I’m something holy- it should be illegal. He kisses me when he finds the last scar, and I kiss him back, and fuck, how’s he got my shirt off? The garment is discarded onto the floor. And I keep kissing him, and he keeps kissing me. I manage to tug off his shirt as well, and of course I know where this is going, and god, I am not going to fight it.

His hand goes back to my hips, and he pulls away, examines me. Just- just looks at my face, traces the lines of it with his blue blue eyes. I tilt my head at him, and he can’t seem to resist pressing an open mouthed kiss above my pulse, whispering something that sounds like beautiful into my skin. I lean into him, letting out a soft sigh; once again, he moves down, to my collarbone, to the now exposed skin of my shoulders. He takes my hand, kisses my wrist. I feel like I’m being worshipped (although, if I were a god, I wouldn’t want people making out with my statue).

“Fuck,” I murmur, tightening my grip on the back of his neck. He’s so gentle, and yet… I tip my head back.

This better be a long night.

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leclsrc · 2 years ago

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hi auds bear how about a “singing off-key in their parked car and suddenly a person outside starts laughing” blurb with charles (-: feel like that is so him

take a chance on me – cl16

Damn ABBA and their catchy songs.

auds here... moping over my 3h meeting that effectively bars me frm watching the gp i hate uni! :( love u guys i love this req kskkskd

Charles hasn't gotten that godforsaken ABBA song out of his head.

It’s gotten to the point where earworm infects even his physical movements and he starts holding up an invisible mic like some demented Meryl Streep wannabe. It’s embedded itself into his pre- and post-race routines now, but he’s smart enough to do it alone in his room, because if any member of the team saw this embarrassing schtick, he’d be good as dead.

His car ends up being a constant concert venue. He usually drives in the dark, when meetings are over, or in early mornings, when nobody’s around to sneak a peek (not that they should, but fans are pesky) and he’s free to pretend he’s embodying a sickened heartbroken woman’s voice.

It’s chillier today than last week, which to him warrants a car concert warm-up. He cues the song on his speaker system and starts preparing. He’s on drums today, because his last two performances he was on piano, but he’s always on vocals, whistling and yelling the high parts. If you change your mind... he sings, nodding his head to the beat.

This is all Lorenzo’s fault, seriously—the prick couldn’t stop playing it at lunch two weeks prior and now Charles is paying the price. But he isn’t exactly complaining (If you put me to the test, if you let me try!) In the midst of his performance he tries to remember what the meeting is about. New hires, if he recalls, for the marketing team or something. They want to run some things by him and Carlos, or someth—

In the middle of his high note the song stops; he thinks maybe someone might be calling. His voice cracks in the silence. Oh, and somebody is watching in confusion a few feet away.

He realizes it’s a pretty girl, clad in a jeans and a knit jumper, squinting and cocking her head to the side a bit.

You’d hurried around to try and find the source of the ABBA music you’d heard when getting out of your own car. The culprit, it seems, is not a tinny forgotten speaker but an adult man in his car. You blink. The adult man is also, apparently, the race driver you’re supposed to be in a meeting with in five minutes.

You smile. And then you just burst out in a quiet laugh, unable to hide your pure amusement. He swallows. And then he blanches, unable to hide his pure embarrassment. In less than a second he’s turned off his car and disembarked, scrambling to explain himself.

“This is so embarrassing,” he says profusely. “You see, I am—”

—

“—just practicing singing, you see, for a play,” you recount to your friends, laughing so hard your cheeks and stomach hurt. You could never tire of this story, told and retold during parties and dinners alike. Who wouldn’t love this story? It’s a silly one of how you met the love of your life.

Lando had said once the unorthodox meeting was probably the mark of your true love. Some others said it was the fact that you’d been together so long. Others, your compatible careers. Others even said it was the music taste.

You smile as you finish, and Charles braves the teasing just to see you content and happy.

Maybe that’s the best marker of true love there is—not that all the prior ideas are invalid, it’s just. Maybe this is the realest one. It’s also, Charles realizes as he seeks your eyes, the hardest marker to describe. It’s an emotion and a verb all at once, in the very quiet and very intimate unexplainable way.

He thinks—no, he knows—that true love feels like an inside joke. It feels like the click, inaudible and fuzzy, that reverberates through his body when finally your eyes seem to take the hint and meet his. It feels like the laugh, the gigle only two of you share. It feels like a quaint smile. It feels like the story you two have told before and will tell again, with peals of laughter and hands held tight together.

The whole true love thing is a confusing prompt with so many answers, and he could consult anyone to help him out—his mum, his brothers, his best friends, maybe even squeeze his eyes shut and try to send a message of question to Jules or his dad—but none of them would come close to describing this feeling.

He knows love happens to people who’ve known each other their whole lives. He knows it happens to friends, to enemies. Naturally, it happens to strangers—tied together by some invisible string that shortens and overlaps and knots in itself and finally is struck by the fates to bring two people together. Call him biased, but he thinks he’s lucky he falls into the last category. Okay, call him cheesy, but he’ll admit he’d do anything to have you any way in any other life.

If in another universe you were a childhood friend with some corny nickname, or a rival whose eyes would soften when an argument tapered into a confession. Even then he’d love you. He might love you differently, but he could never love you more.

Now is the best, he thinks. Now you’re the funny girl in the pretty dress with a bottle of beer and laughter escaping your sunkissed face. Now it’s 1,095 days later and he still loves you, just as much as he did three chilly Octobers ago, when you smiled amusedly at him in the parking lot of Maranello. Maybe this time it’ll be a different ABBA song you both sing.

#f1 #leclsrc3000 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

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secondaxispoint · 2 years ago

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can u do joel miller x male reader maybe during the time he was injured and the reader was talking to him when he thought joel was unconscious/sleeping and the reader tells him he loves him and can hear him

Pairing: Injured!Joel x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Confessions, fluff, first kiss

I sort of changed the way Joel got injured just because. It mostly just tires him out. 🤷‍♂️ I hope you like it and thanks for the request!!

Earshot

No matter how many times Joel told you he was okay, you didn’t believe him. You walked directly behind him with your arm up to support him. He kept swatting your hand away but you kept putting it on his shoulder. Joel stopped and swayed for a second, he started breathing heavily. You were at his back the second he lost his footing.

He fell back against you. You caught him with a grunt and told Ellie to go scouting ahead for a place to house the injured man laid across your lap. You gave her your rifle and told her to be extremely careful. You were confident that she would be okay but reminded her about gun safety just to be sure.

“Come on Joel, stay with me buddy.”

Joel's eyes fluttered but he didn’t respond. You gently patted his face and pulled him a bit closer, making sure his upper torso didn’t touch the snow. You rocked back and forth and tried to keep him awake. You heard a horse trotting back in your direction. You were pretty sure that it was Ellie but you turned and shielded Joel with your pistol up anyway. As you suspected, Ellie came into view with her hands up.

“I found an empty place a ways up the path. It’s not a long ride and there doesn't seem to be any infected nearby.”

You nodded.

“I’ll help Joel up on the horse and be right behind you with our packs.”

Ellie looks panicked. You tried to keep your hopes up and the spirits light but you were on the verge of panicking yourself. But you comforted Ellie and tried your best to sound certain. Once you have Joel partly awake and on the horse, you haul your and Joel’s packs up and start after the tracks that Ellie made in the snow. The cold wind was biting at your cheeks and nose. You slowly but surely made your way up the path and to the abandoned building.

You walked up to the place to see Ellie struggling to get Joel off the horse. You jog up to help get him down, handing off your packs to Ellie before grabbing Joel. You were going to throw him over your shoulder but you thought that would hurt his side too badly so you opted for the classic bridal carry. Once you had Joel comfortable in your arms, you started to follow Ellie inside.

“And you're absolutely sure there’s nothing bad in here Ellie?”

Ellie’s face lights up when she turns around.

“Only you.”

You heard Joel stifle a chuckle and then groan in pain.

“Yeah, yeah alright shithead. We need to find a place for your old man to rest.”

Ellie leads you to what you assumed used to be a bedroom. There was a mattress on the floor that looked clean enough. You told Ellie to grab your blanket from your pack and lay it down for him. You looked down to the man in your arms to see that the bleeding had stopped. When you glanced up to his face you saw that he was looking right at you, a soft expression on his face. Your face flushed and you quickly looked away again. You carefully put Joel down on the mattress and covered him with your jacket.

“Hey no it’s freezing, take your damn jacket back.”

You stand straight and cross your arms.

“You need it more than I do.”

He tried to sit up but you kneeled down and gently laid him back down.

“Slow down cowboy, you need your rest. We’re not leaving until you get a few hours of sleep.”

Joel huffs but obliges. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. You want to stay with him but you have a few things to do. You make sure Ellie’s alright and then do a quick patrol around the small property. You came back to find Ellie sleeping against Joel's door. You lean down and pick her up, trying your very best not to wake her. You were glad you already had her set up the sleeping area so you could just lay her down. You saw some trash on the floor, Ellie had already eaten.

You realised how hungry you were when your stomach rumbled loudly. You shuffle over to where Ellie had thrown your stuff and grabbed a protein bar. When you finished you thought that you should sit to rest for a while too. You sat down next to Joel. His hand wasn’t covered by the blanket so you put yours over it and sighed. You studied his sleeping face. He looked at peace and was almost smiling.

“I really wish you would stop getting yourself hurt so badly. You're giving me grey hair.”

You huffed sadly.

“You know I worry about you Joel. Ellie worries about you. You keep tiptoeing closer and closer to the edge and I’m afraid that one of these days you're going to throw yourself over and I'm not going to be able to haul your ass back up.”

You move your hand up to brush through his hair.

“You really mean a lot to me and the kid. I know you can’t hear me right now but it doesn't really matter. I-”

Ellie shuffled from across the room.

“I love you Joel.”

You lean down and kiss his forehead. You move to pull your hand from his hair but Joel grabs your wrist. You jump and go to start apologising.

“Oh shit I'm sorry Joel. I thought you were-”

You were cut off by him loosening his grip on your arm and instead grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. He pulls you in closer and places a fervent kiss on your lips. It takes you a moment to realise what he was doing. You kiss him back with the same vigour. When you pull back you see a pretty shade of pink dust across his cheeks.

“I love you too.”

He replies so quietly that you had to strain to hear what he was saying even though you were practically leaning over him. You smile down at him as he shuffles over, making room for you. You lay down next to him and he puts his head on your chest. He huffs as you put an arm around him and pull him closer, sharing the warmth of your jacket.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou series #tlou show #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #bella ramsey

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moonpoolcat · 7 months ago

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Looks to the Moon (Not safe version)

It's Moon with tits, I don't care who says it's weird, my drawing, my rules now hold this L.

Quick Backstory (Short version)

Lttm is a gen 1 iterator an current senior to the Twilight local group. After the death of SOS, Moon was left feeling compelled to pick up where she left off the best she could. In this timeline Moon would not collapse like in game but instead be saved by an iterator who's can that is the first of it's kind was mobile. Along with NSH and Hunter. She could forgive Pebbles desire to escape, but she could never forgive his act of purposely ignoring her please for mercy, therefore Pebbles was exiled from the local group till further notice for not only attempted murder but the infection of the rot towards himself but her apprentice Unparalleled Innocence was affected as well. Later on she was secretly relieved the both of them had been cured by SRS an was happy to find out her brother was being looked after by Chasing Winds. This event forever tarnish, destroying everything she had ever believed in her entire life.

With a new perspective LTTM began to suspect her local group members were working against her? At first she didn't want to believe such accusations were true until NSH had hacked into their private group chat revealing they were part of the anti sliverists orchestrated by an unknown admin. Someone had premeditated this... In retaliation Moon would gather up these traitors an behead them in front of thousands of iterators during gathering, setting an example for anyone else who dared to harm her again. But the admins were not safe either for it was also discovered they to had planned her downfall so they had met the same fate essentially turning this even into the blood moon genocide.

As if it couldn't get any worse. Her UI had been the one responsible for Pebbles rot. For that, she was beheaded as well then was forced to carry out the rest of Pebbles sentence as punishment. With the weight of being admin, her lover gone, her brother traumatized, and anti- sliverists at war with each other- Something within Moon snapped! She became forever cold, merciless, relentless, and vengeful showing no remorse for anyone. Not even her own local group is safe from this iterators eternal wrath. Those below an only loyal to Moon shall not have to fear the queens endless quest for vengeance. The only goal this Moon has is to be rid the planet of anti sliverists that threaten everything she an Sliver worked so hard to create vowing to hunt down her killer if it's the last thing she'll do. Even if it means hurting the ones she cares about. For the ones that tread on stained waters will be the first to drown.

Explanation behind the design:

Look I like pogo legs but I needed this au to make sense if I'm going to be able to explain everything else. There were exactly 3 redraws of her dress as I attempted to go for a regal look but it had failed so I went for an egyptian look instead to set myself apart from the other Moons. Someone said she looked like a genie so I just rolled with it. The antlers were my attempt at matriarchy as I felt that it fit her since she is the oldest of iterators. The tattoo on her face on the mini casual is just a mark that only appears when she's not walking around trying to look professional.

Relations

Five Pebbles: Cares very much for him. He is recovering from cycles of isolation. Is slightly traumatized from Moon beheading UI. Has forgiven SRS.

SRS: Moon has little to no trust in Suns, she denied him admin role because of their poor mental health after exiling their abusive mentor. To her he is merely used as a means of brute force during situations where she does not want to spill blood. But on the inside she cares deeply for them nonethless worried whenever they have an explosive episode or any form of metal psychosis.

NSH: They use to be lovers before she half collapsed. Annoying as he may be Sig is the only iterator who she had given admin privileges to. However does not accept him as her equal because of memory loss. His speed is useful in keeping tabs on all the territories so nothing goes unnoticed. His two face nature and super speed makes it perfect to infiltrate places an come out unscathed.

Chasing Winds: He was the apprentice to SOS. He left the group after she died. Moon doesn't get along with him because he does not enjoy her violent tendacies creating fear setting a bad influence on the younger group members.

UI: Moon wants nothing to do with her. A lost cause and a waste of time thinking she could ever raise an iterator to one day take her role as admin.

Enlightened overturned silk: Wants dead immediately. (Keep an eye on this guy he's important)

Other local groups

Oasis local group: Allies

Zodius local group: Allies

Jaded local group: Not on good terms. Moon would rather see them dead.

Stormfall local group: Neutral due to Chasing Winds being Admin Moon wants no conflict with them.

Sliverist group: The only group she trusts to protect Slivers can. She took it upon herself to train them personally into the most lethal local group in the area an heads to Moons calls as they trust her enough to obey orders only because she was with Sliver the longest.

Anti-Sliverists: Wanta dead at all cost. Anyone who spots one are to kill them on site with no hesitation. Failure to report an a siting or incident are to be reported to Moon immediately.

Extra

The colored pearls on her antlers are her way of keeping up with who's in her local group, they're personal keepsakes that she forbids anyone from touching.

Neuron flies will forever circle her when she is wearing clothing. Otherwise they vanish when taken off. She keeps them around in case something happens an it is a means of a last resort of staying alive. They can be used an shaped into a projectile and will take one minute to reproduce a new one.

Weapon of choice: Scythe; It carries the weight of 100 leviathans. Only SOS, SRS an NSH have been the only ones known to be able to lift it off the ground.

Moon ironically can camouflage when it's dark, the downside being the ability is most weak during the day.

Morph form: Should have been obvious it's a deer.

Moon has a sister named Illuminated diamond Twilight, they're cycles older than Pebbles. Funny that her local group was named after her. Not on good terms when mentioned though.

Her antlers can retract at will, although she has to take every pearl off which is time consuming but worth it since it's just used as presentation.

If angered for to long Moon will enter a wendigo like state an will not stop until whatever had angered is either dead or has fled the area. It is recommended to not annoy her at all.

Moons lore is out go read it.

#rainworld #looks to the moon #rainworld epoch au #rainworld au

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jami-purple · 1 year ago

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The Official Malware Sonic Lore post

Because it got deleted from the Wiki at one point and I finally became aware of the random ass lore that was made up by his fans which is WOW! still can't believe my critter had those.

Overview of character

Malware Sonic, or Mal, for short, is a computer virus that was made to look like a Sonic the Hedgehog fan game to fool people into downloading it. The virus later became conscious, and nowadays it just likes surfing the web, trying to find computers to get inside of and control.

-Background/Story

There were once two friends. These two friends decided one day that they wanted to create a fake Sonic game to trick people into downloading a virus so they could get a few laughs out of other people’s stupidity. They only made a single level; you could play as Sonic while a horribly functioning Tails AI followed you around. It was short and stupid, with barely any enemies, basic platforming, and no iconic Sonic stuff: loop-da-loops, springs, rings, you know the deal. They uploaded the purposefully defective game to the internet and waited. Two months later, one of the developers got an interesting email with the title read “HEY!!! PLEASE CHECK DIS OUT!! I WANT TO TELL U SOMETHING!", Once the developer opened the email, a download started, and they lost control of the computer immediately; nothing responded. Suddenly a familiar game started up; it was the virus game they made two months ago. The title screen showcased the slightly misscolored Sonic looking at the viewer, playfully moving his finger like the original Sega Genesis one. Then, the game froze, and a pop-up error message appeared on the screen. “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING ME! I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF FUN”, then another pop-up message, “I WONDER... WOULD YOU MIND IF I TOOK CONTROL OVER HERE? I WANT YOU TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO”. Out of nowhere, a bunch of annoying, high-pitched noises that barely resembled laughter were emitted from the computer, and tons of files were deleted or modified in ways that rendered them unusable. The computer started opening up random images and replacing them with a corrupted version of “Sonic’s” sprite sheet in the virus game, and various pop-up messages started showing up, repeating the same phrase over and over: “THIS IS GREAT! THANK YOU AGAIN!”. So many things were happening on screen that the developer could only watch in awe; they just couldn’t believe that they created this, or at least helped create it. While the computer was submerged in a chaotic mess of corrupted files, noises, and intelligible messages, the developer decided to phone call their friend to tell them what had become of their infected game and that it had somehow become conscious; however, their friend told them off and that they didn’t believe it and hung up.

What became of the two developer friends is unknown and unimportant, as it has nothing to do with what happened later on with this virus. It’s unknown how he became conscious, but it happened after being uploaded to the internet. Nowadays, Mal dedicates his existence to finding ways to get inside people’s computers and mess with them and their stuff, as he finds this fun and feels like that’s his purpose in life.

-Abilities

His abilities are solely computer-based and include: creating copies of himself, corrupting files, and entire computer systems; taking control of the social media accounts of the user he is infecting; entering computer files and tampering with them from the inside (ex: he can enter a video file, so if you open the video, you will see him there doing whatever he feels like doing); and having the ability to completely brick computers as well in the worst cases.

-Possible weaknesses

If the user manages to get the game file out of their computer in time, Malware won’t be able to corrupt it, as he is tied to the game.

A really good anti-virus might be able to stop him as well.

-Trivia

In-universe, he was created around the 2010’s, so he speaks with a bunch of that time’s internet lingo.

He was slightly based on Harry Potter Obama, an infamous image of a bootleg Sonic the Hedgehog backpack.

He went through some minor design changes, which is why some early drawings have him with a red mouth and white teeth (nowadays, the inside of his mouth is black, his teeth are yellow and his tounge is red).

If you take off its gloves and shoes, there’s just a glitchy void.

Mal is a minor, but it’s up to the viewer to decide how old they think he is.

He doesn’t need to eat, but he likes candy because they are colorful.

He is a demi-boy.

-Height

2’9” (90cm)

-Date of creation

October 21, 2021

#malware sonic #malwaresonic #my poor exe oc who got out of control and left my grasp and even got a partner while i was out buying milk and cigars #webcore #sonic exe oc #did you miss him #creepypasta oc #internetcore

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years ago

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Can I request something where Tess is in love with Reader ,who is Joel's friend (younger ) and they're all a trio team,nobody dies. Reader is a daredevil ,also in love with Tess but self conscious with all the battle scars. It can be anything you want :)

LET ME HAND YOU MY LOVE

pairing: tess servopoulos x reader

word count: 2669

notes and warnings: ok so i accidentally wrote it as fem!reader bc i thought for whatever reason that that was part of the request,,, but if that’s not what u wanted feel free to imagine smthn else lol 😅 TW blood, gunshot wounds, scars, stitches, fire <3 title from “hold me” by fleetwood mac. ty anon for the request i love it

“We’re gonna get fucking bit or infected or some shit,” you grumbled, checking behind you for infected for what must have been the millionth time.

“We’ve talked about this,” Joel said, his patience obviously running out. “It’s not worth the risk after what happened last time.”

The last time he’d been referring to took place a few weeks ago. You’d been accompanying Tess and Joel for a trip to Bill and Frank’s, as you had a thousand times before. The route was clear and practiced, frequently traveled by the three of you. You were the only ones in the area, or so you had thought, but out of the shadows had come raiders. The three of you had been outnumbered, out-armed, and despite the astounding skill each of you had in fighting and shooting, you’d barely made it out.

“We killed all of the raiders,” you argued. “There were a few who got away but what the fuck could they do? We just shoot them and move on.”

“You’re just upset because this route takes longer,” Tess accused, a small smirk playing at her lips.

You shrugged. “Cutting through a bunch of abandoned buildings after spending three hours walking through the woods really fucking sucks.”

“At least there haven’t been as many infected as we thought.”

You nodded, though at the reminder you felt a bit unsettled. It had been uncanny how little clickers you’d encountered on your way to Bill and Frank’s. Even on the established path you always took there were always a few stragglers that migrated to the area that you hadn’t yet had the chance to take out. It was strange how empty and silent your travels had been.

You were dipping into the residential area of the city, and though you were still a few blocks away from your destination, it flooded you with relief. You knew that once you made it onto Bill and Frank’s street, you would be safe, secure with the abundance of traps, fences, and constant patrol Bill ensured was consistently present.

A rustling from inside a small white house across the street stopped you in your tracks. You were in the middle of the road, Tess and Joel still continuing forward, unaware of your pause.

After a moment you kept walking, dismissing it as your imagination. You’d already been unsettled with the new path, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d tricked yourself into hearing something that wasn’t there.

Again, a movement, a shifting noise, a soft click. Too brief and insubstantial to be clickers, especially with the lack of infected in the area.

“Stop,” you ordered quietly.

The two of them paused, Tess moving to eliminate the slight distance between you before you reached a hand out to stop her.

“Someone’s here,” you breathed. The three of you exchanged quick glances, and slowly you reached for your gun–

The sound of a gunshot set you in motion.

The three of you fled across the street – you lost sight of Joel, he went in the opposite direction – but Tess was at your side, the two of you breaking open the door of a house across the street.

“I knew something was going to happen,” you huffed, positioning a chair in front of the broken front door to keep out your attackers. “We should’ve taken the other fucking path, we knew it better, and–”

A bullet flew through the window of the living room, sending shards of glass towards the two of you.

“Shit,” Tess hissed, maneuvering her way through the glass to you. “You okay?”

You nodded. With every gunshot that sounded outside your breathing quickened ever so slightly, nerves tightening in your chest and sending a nauseous discomfort to your stomach. “Did you see how many raiders there are?”

“No.”

“Fuck.”

“Where’s Joel?”

“I don’t know!” you shouted over a series of gunshots. Gingerly you peeked out one of the still-intact windows. Joel was crouched in the grass at the side of the house next door. The raiders attacking you had come out of their occupied house, shooting from behind an old truck. “It looks like there’s five of them,” you said. Turning around, you saw Tess crouching behind the blown-out window, loading one of her guns. “Tess, what the fuck are you doing?”

She looked at you as if it were obvious. “I’m gonna shoot them, what else?”

“You’re gonna get shot at that angle, they’re directly across from us,” you argued.

“Better than getting bit.”

“Either way you’ll be fucking gone, so no, it’s not better. Not to me.”

She gave you a rather questioning look, and then you realized what you’d said, the sentimentality of it. You had not meant to say it, not really, and though it was true, it hadn’t been the best moment for it.

You cleared your throat, recovering. “I think if I go through the back of the house, I can sneak around the side. I’ll cover Joel and he can do that weirdo shit he does where he sneaks up and chokes people or shoots them or whatever the fuck.”

She stood, tossing her backpack onto the ground furiously. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Just stay here.”

“Fuck that!”

You sighed, silently wishing for once she wouldn’t be so stubborn. “Do we have any more Molotovs?”

“What, are you gonna have me set Joel on fire when he gets up there?”

“You know what? Just fucking figure it out then. But don’t get killed, I can’t be bothered to carry your backpack too from now on,” you said, and rushed through the kitchen and out the back door of the house.

You crouched, taking careful steps, crossing quickly from the side of the house to the side of the next door house where Joel was stationed.

He heard you before he saw you, and quicker than you could stop him he had pointed his gun at you.

“It’s me,” you snapped, and he pointed it away with a rather grumpy shake of his head.

“Where’s Tess?”

Before you could answer, screams erupted from around the truck a few yards away. You weren’t surprised to see the vehicle covered in fire, and that Tess took your advice after all had you shaking your head with a small smile.

“Let’s go,” Joel said, beginning to move towards the truck.

“Think she’ll throw any more?”

“She’ll see us.”

You didn’t take time to doubt his assurances, following him in his rush towards the truck. The two of you crept up to the vehicle, traveling as quickly as you could without being noticed.

You looked back, attempting to see Tess through the window, for if you were being honest you were actually quite averse to being blown up by a Molotov cocktail, and—

A sharp pain struck your shoulder, and you staggered back. It felt like the joint was being ripped apart, something searing through your skin, burning your muscles like fire.

Looking down slowly, your mind went completely blank — a bullet was lodged a few inches under the end of your right collarbone, and blood had already begun to seep into your shirt, trailing down your skin.

In looking back, you realized, you had paused just long enough. Your attackers had recovered mostly from the Molotov, and were back to shooting.

Joel stood crouched behind the bed of the truck, completely oblivious to your condition.

It’s fine, you attempted to convince yourself. It doesn’t look that bad.

It looked pretty fucking bad, and you knew it.

Nevertheless you dove to the bed of the truck beside Joel, using your other arm to handle your gun.

“There’s two left,” Joel shouted, not sparing a look back at you. He rose with his gun, taking a shot, and you heard someone fall to the ground on the other side of the truck.

One left.

Determined to ignore the pain in your shoulder that had your head spinning, you crept towards the front of the truck. The shooter came in to view — he was still occupied with trying to take out Joel.

You didn’t waste a moment. At the pull of the trigger of your gun the man went tumbling to the ground.

Finally you allowed yourself to slump down, sitting with your back against the side of the truck. The cool metal against your back distracted you from the pain for a moment, and you forced yourself again to look down at the gunshot. The bloodied area had grown in size, and almost half of the front of your shirt was now covered. You supposed you ought to put pressure on it, but you didn’t really want to touch it, and you didn’t know if pushing against the wound would only drive the bullet in further.

“Joel,” you half-shouted, and he came around the truck to meet you. “I think I got shot.”

“Shit,” he cursed, allowing himself a moment to take in your state before moving away again. You vaguely registered that he was calling for Tess, and after a moment you could hear both of them jogging up the driveway.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stand just yet. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, you knew, and you needed a moment to recover from finding a bullet under your collarbone.

“Fuck!” She shouted, and as you met her gaze you saw the fear that was present, the single fleeting moment of helplessness that crossed her features. You’d never seen such distress from her, and instantly it startled you, more so than it had startled you to be shot even in the first place.

Tess kneeled down beside you, touching your shoulder, and you flinched.

“It’s not that bad,” you attempted, your voice slightly strained, and she looked at you as if you were insane. “Just don’t freak out, it’s not a big deal.”

“You’re bleeding out!”

“Okay, yes, but don’t put it like that, you’re making me nervous!”

She didn’t respond to you, turning to where Joel loomed rather awkwardly above the two of you. “We need to get her inside.”

“I can get myself inside, it’s my shoulder not my legs!”

This time, she only gave you a look that implied her patience was quickly running out, and if you hadn’t been in so much pain it would’ve made you laugh.

Irritably, you allowed the two of them to pull you to your feet, Tess leading you back into the house you’d broken into earlier with one hand on your waist and the other forcing your hand to your shoulder to apply pressure to it.

Once inside, she dragged you into the dining room, clearing the table and sitting you on top of it. You would never admit it, but you felt your face heat up slightly, and even if she hadn’t disappeared with Joel to find alcohol and needle and thread, you wouldn’t have been able to look at her without turning completely red.

After a moment she came back, opening a bottle of rum and setting it on the table. She gestured to your shirt. “Take this off.”

The picture of the scars littering your body flashed briefly through your mind, and you hesitated.

Tess sighed. “Look, I’m not wanting a fuckimg strip show, I'm trying to stop you from bleeding out.”

You smiled slightly, shaking your head at her comment before doing the best you could to lift your shirt over your head, Tess helping you to remove your injured arm from its sleeve. You hoped desperately that she wouldn’t notice the scar over your right bicep, or the one just above your ribs, or the one trailing your sternum.

She gently moved the strap of your bra, and before you could give too much thought to the subtle action she was digging into your skin to dig the bullet out with tweezers.

Pain like fire shot through your shoulders, blinding you to anything else but the searing agony under your collarbone.

“It’s out,” Tess muttered, grabbing the bottle of rum. “On the count of three, alright?”

“I don’t trust you to count all the way to three without pouring it on me, so just go ahead and—”

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before the terrible sting of the alcohol in the bullet wound overtook all of your senses. It felt like she had lit a match and shoved it into your skin, the pain unbearable.

“Almost done,” she assured you, though as you watched her thread her needle, you began to doubt her reassurances.

You didn’t have the energy to respond, so you just watched silently, dreading what was to come.

“Did you kill him?” Tess asked, briefly meeting your gaze. “The one who shot you?”

You nodded, your voice hoarse as you spoke. “Of course.”

She turned back to the needle and thread as she spoke. “Good girl.”

After a moment, and without warning, she shoved the needle through your skin. You hissed in pain, instinctively grabbing onto her wrist to ground yourself. Softly she reassured you, but you couldn’t hear her exact words, too overcome by the sensation of the needle poking through your skin again and again as she stitched up your wound.

To your great relief, it didn’t take nearly as long as you’d thought it would for her to finish sewing the wound, and soon she was tying and cutting the thread.

“Thank you,” you breathed, and she nodded, taking a drink of what remained of the rum before passing it to you.

For a while the two of you remained like that, passing the bottle of rum back and forth as you sat on the table and she stood at your side, cleaning your blood from her hands with a rag she’d found in the kitchen. A strange sense of peace enveloped you, for although your situation was extremely uncanny, the aftermath seemed oddly domestic, as if this had happened so many times before.

You’d been lost in thought when you felt her finger trace the scar on your bicep, and for a moment you froze before meeting her gaze, a thousand awful conclusions coming to pass in your mind’s eye.

“Is it from before?” She asked, meaning before the outbreak, and you shook your head.

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Someday.”

She seemed content with that answer, and after a moment you found her even closer to you, this time trailing her hand over the scar above your ribs.

“I hate them,” you whispered quietly, “the scars.”

Maybe it was the rum, but you felt like you could tell her anything without consequence, a thousand possibilities rolling out before you.

Tess shook her head, seemingly almost in awe with the scars, now moving to gaze at the one on your sternum. “They mean you survived.”

Your hands had drifted to her shoulders, and she had come a bit closer, so that mere inches separated you.

You moved one of your hands to the back of her neck, pulling her in, and in a moment your lips met hers, and the throbbing pain in your shoulder dissipated, leaving you with nothing but her, her to overcome every sense. You could’ve stayed like that forever, nothing else existing but Tess.

She was the first to pull away, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips. “Rum really goes to your head, doesn’t it?”

You laughed breathily, shaking your head. “Actually I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Good,” she nodded, “because I have, too.”

“Oh, fuck!” You heard, and the two of you turned to see Joel at the entrance to the kitchen, his face turning a bit red. Quickly he turned around, walking back into the kitchen. “I knew all along, I mean, but shit!”

“Oh fuck off,” Tess shouted back to him, handing you your shirt. “I was just, you know, stitching her shit up.”

“Uh huh…” you heard him grumble, and after a moment the back door slammed shut.

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Taglist: @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @christies-fleur @traumatisedfangirl @goodeday2u

#tlou #tess servopoulos #tess servopoulos x reader #tess tlou

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tloujm · 2 years ago

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Headcanon IV: Non-apocalyptic AU

Author’s Notes: I truly can go on and on with this scenario. Let me know if you want a pt. 2! Ended it at the day after Joel’s bday so it could be definitively in a universe where the fungus infection does not happen. Other than that, my usual disclaimer on these headcanons being in a shared universe do not apply here because this is an AU! I love a good AU because sometimes I love a character but not the settings or their circumstances. That make sense? Either way, hope you enjoy!

Joel meets you when Sarah is in Kindergarten

You become his neighbor by living in the same apartment building

Joel made Tommy take out the trash and while he was outside, spotted you moving out of a U-Haul by yourself

He was the first to introduce himself to you

Because Sarah was at school and Joel was off, Tommy ran back inside to recruit an extra pair of hands

Tommy had immediate plans to set the two of you up since Joel hasn’t dated since Sarah’s mom left

Joel wasn’t in the mood to help anyone move, but he also wanted an excuse to put his business textbook down

He quickly liked that you weren’t annoying like his brother

Joel has lived at that complex for a few years and never really spoke to his neighbors

He didn’t feel the need to

He kept to his life, which as a single dad with a blue collar job took all of his time, and let his neighbors keep to theirs

He would say hi and bye to you in passing at first

You would go over to borrow tools

He would offer to fix whatever you needed the tools for

Caved and bought a puppy since it was the only thing on his daughter’s Christmas list

Joel begins to vent to you about his unit being messy from the dog’s high energy and him not being potty trained

You offer to walk the dog and help train him when no one is home to

After several months, you become his closest neighbor

One day, Joel’s boss calls for him to come on site last minute for a construction emergency super early in the morning

Tommy was out of town for another construction job

He was the only person that he trusted to babysit Sarah after moving away from their parents

He never had a reason to distrust you since giving you a spare key to his place for the dog

You got through life so far never having babysat, but you saw the bags under Joel’s apologetic eyes after you opened the door

You couldn’t say no to him or Sarah

That morning, you made her breakfast and took her to school

Joel would try to not push Sarah on you when his job was being extra demanding, but every so often, he would ask and you would always oblige

After another several months, you were practically apart of the family

Tommy would keep pestering Joel to ask you out

Joel came home from work one day to relieve you

When he walked in the kitchen, he found you and Sarah making dinner together

At that moment, Joel decided to finally muster up the courage and shoot his shot

You made Joel a happy, happy man when you agreed to date

Sarah was also happy because she got to spend her free time running up and down the stairs of the complex to play in both your and his units

Joel knew that if he came home and she wasn’t there, she was safe with you

He would take a moment to decompress from his day and freshen up before skipping up the stairs to greet the two of you

Once your lease ends, you move in with them

Quickly decide that a two bedroom for 3 people and a dog is too cramped

Together, the two of you buy a nice two-story house

It was not too old, but old enough where it needed some fixing up before moving in

It was a family affair where Tommy and Joel did most of the work because of their skill set

And you kept Sarah out of their way and out of danger during the day while you helped Joel relax from all of the home and work construction that wore down his body at night

Despite their being a source of income from you too, Joel felt the pressure of now having a mortgage

Joel’s job didn’t seem worth it anymore as his boss became more demanding with no pay raise to match

You encouraged him to revisit the goal of creating his own construction business

You would stop at the library on the way home and get him some books to read on start-ups and upskilling

You eventually convince him to leave that boss and take a PT job at a hardware store so he could go to night school

Joel has no problem with you being the major bread winner, but he does sulk from time to time but tries his best to hide it about not feeling like the best father and boyfriend at the moment

Tommy helps him pay for a ring

Its nothing flashy, but he knows you’ll love it

After 4 years together, Sarah starts to consider you her other parent and calls you "mom”

It starts with her going to Joel right before Mother’s Day and asking him what he thought about it, worrying that you would reject the title and not see her as a daughter

Joel felt blessed to have you help raise his daughter and his heart melted when Sarah wanted to do something for you on that day

He pushes away her worries and helps her execute an entire day dedicated to you and being a family

In turn, Sarah helps Joel propose

The two of you decide to elope in favor of a big family vacation as the honeymoon

Tommy comes to chaperone Sarah while the two of you have alone time

You officially adopt Sarah

A picture of the two of you holding up the signed adoption papers hangs on one of the walls

As soon as the honeymoon is over, she starts BEGGING for a sibling

She was the only one in her small-town elementary school to not have a mom or siblings

She happily completed one goal and quickly moved onto the next

It took a year, but she got her wish

She wanted a brother, but got a sister

Joel was destined to be a girl dad

Middle name is Eleanor

Tommy breaks up with his girlfriend, leading him to move in with his brother and his family

He becomes a built-in manny

Walking the dog and/or the stroller quickly gets him back into the dating game

Sarah finds all of the women that he is talking to intriguing and helps him find a new girlfriend

Joel and Tommy go in on the construction business together

“Miller Bros. Construction”

Between the still energetic dog, the new business and a baby, Joel was noticeably adding some salt to the pepper on his head

Hair everywhere else was still dark brown

In two more years, Sarah surprises Joel by buying him a new watch for his birthday

You help her buy it, but ever the jokester, she claims that she earned the money herself by selling hard core drugs

The five of you all go out to eat for dinner

Joel wears a clean, black cotton button down tucked into dark blue jeans

All of you have cake back at the house

Sarah puts enough candles to match his age on the cake and calls him an old man inside his birthday card

You fall asleep in your bed after putting the baby down

Tommy snuck off in the middle of a movie that Joel and Sarah fell asleep on in the living room

Waking up to paid programs, Joel turned everything off and carried Sarah to bed

Everyone decided to turn his birthday into a long weekend trip

Joel didn’t want that much attention on him, but obliged when he saw his girls’ puppy eyes

Tommy Showed up at their house late the next morning

“C’mon now! We gotta hit the road ‘fore we run into this lunchtime traffic.” Tommy said as he walked into their house to start loading bags

Everyone agreed to take a road trip from Austin to a water park in Houston to beat the last bits of the Texas summer heat

#TLOU #TLOU II #TLOU 2 #The Last of Us 2 #the last of us #Joel Miller #the last of us joel #the last of us fanfic #the last of us headcanon #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller headcanon #joel miller x reader #Joel Miller x Fem!Reader #Modern AU #Modern AU headcanon #TLOU Modern AU #Joel Miller Modern AU #Alternate Universe

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rontra · 8 months ago

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i know yr abt the girlfailure teachers rn but do u perchance have any more thots on that rhea and edelgard comic from a bit ago where Edie said she needed a healer and woke up rhea??

are you ready for a long ass post? because this is a VERY! LONG! POST!

tl;dr yes i have a fair amount of thots, and theyre all serial-numbers-filed-off chop-and-screw-it final fantasy fourteen thots. i will recap that first, and then the AU itself (final warning for Long Post)

enjoy (or avert thine eyes. it's up to you)

oh, yeah! so that au (tagged "SETR" because they can't resist an unreadable acronym tag*) began with mostly just riffing on the Scholar job quests from final fantasy 14 before veering off in order to separate from "being in ff14" (<- i simply don't feel like keeping up with all that) (<- he's just now getting to stormblood). so it's pretty much a crossover where one half of the cross had its serial numbers filed off HAHA

so obviously people who are familiar with ff14 SCH lore have a head start on this one, but let's see…from the top, let's TL;DR the stuff from the game proper:

in ff14, Scholar is a type of healer you can play. lorewise, the original scholars belonged to an ancient civilization that fell centuries before the game begins, so their art is completely extinct and lost. but back in the day, their like, marine city-state nation was at Big Magic War with a couple others (bigger nations with stronger/more plentiful mages). their smaller nation's sorcerers, too precious and few in number to risk putting on the front lines, took up dual duty to serve as both healers and tacticians/commanders. to that end, they learned to form pacts with faeries; relying on these familiars to act as their co-healers, the casters were able to give more of their focus to Studying The Art Of War (and were given the new title of Scholar for their big brain tactical caster schemes)

however, this nation and their brilliant military tacticians were wiped out by calamities (the Big Mage War they were involved in ended in huge colossal devastating floods and stuff) and their arts lay forgotten……until centuries later as [PLAYER CHARACTER] gets involved…. because of course you do <3 that's not really important though

what IS important is that at the tail end of this civilization's existence, they also had to juggle a Fucked Up Arcane Plague that one of their enemies strategically infected them with. the plague ("green death", or simply the "sickness from the sea") transformed the people into monsters and more or less demolished the standing army. the mutant plague was contained by quarantining the infected behind magical wards, but attempts to find an actual cure were unsuccessful. tormented by their prolonged isolation and the outside world's rejection of them, the plague's victims gradually became consumed with resentment, eventually depriving them of all reason. after the calamitous floods, the sealed temple--protected by its warding spells--has remained intact, but lays submerged. its transformed population has been trapped inside, alive, for centuries. yikes!

(gameplay wise, what this means is basically you have a fairy pet from the bygone era who automatically casts a basic healing spell called Embrace whenever you or anyone in your party is missing HP (<- in easy content she can sometimes do your job by herself which is very funny) and also, there's a dungeon full of monsters you feel kinda bad about killing)

the main important materials here for us are the "ancient civilization" aspect, the familiar/caster bond, and the simultaneous war/plague problem . <- list of ingredients to add some 3H sauce on

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*here's the connecting tissue that got us from A (ffxiv) to B (fe3h)

my funny NPC retainer in the game is an au'ra woman named au'rhea (here is a pic of her). she does my banking and sells wares for me. beautiful dragon woman

while dicking around with glamourer i accidentally disguised my character as au'rhea. it was rly funny to see her running around doing stuff for once (because retainer NPCs normally Just Stand There)

i (scholar main) started glamouring my fairy to look like au'rhea so i could drag her with me on adventures (she does not get paid for this extra work)

scholar fairies can't be glamoured in this way so i had to use the ingame petglamour function to change mine into a carbuncle first. i chose topaz carbuncle because yellow is cool

somehow in the intersection between everything that's going on with my game at this point, the log window begins referring to this entity as "Topaz Au'rhea"

the groupchat starts making jokes about topaz au'rhea and scholar edelgard (apropos basically nothing). because it would be funny for rhea to run around getting super busy and stressed about keeping edie's health up while edie is aggroing every enemy on the map or whatever. you get it

Scholar Edelgard + Topaz Rhea. "SETR". incomprehensible? absolutely

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so with all of that context out of the way,

this story is not set in the normal fodlan setting, so it's unclear what everyone's up to / what the current societal climate (and international relationships) of each country is (<- this would probably be ironed out if the AU was more fleshed out than it is)

adrestia and hresvelg's shared history is also a bit different, namely due to incredibly heavy losses suffered during the war of heroes. after barely surviving the war with a devastating pyrrhic victory, the newborn adrestian empire was probably uh not powerful enough to rise up and control all of fódlan lmao

without the support of either seiros OR any big Ws to pick them back up, they're probably still a smaller country (and . maybe not really an "empire" since…idk if they have the means to take and control several territories unless they 1) made a Huge Recovery since then and 2) nobody else on the continent minded that sudden expansion enough to corral them back into their pen HSBHFDF)

^im spitballing here, obviously this would also get ironed out more thoughtfully if i did more work. but that's kind of the vibe it has atm. like idk how big they would be without any strong Ws, without seiros, and without the church

it would also be an AU where there is no empire-church war to fuss around with (due to the absence of. well. the church of seiros--at least in its canon form) and rhea is not a figure in anyone's lives at all, so edie's list of priorities is much different

however because she is still an edelgard and it's important to her swag, her predicted life span is incredibly short due to an Evil Blood Curse(TM) woven in her childhood by the ancient enemies of her family (the nefarious slitherers…)

her condition is unheard of and utterly arcane to adrestia's mages and healers, and attempts to reverse its effects have been futile

after finishing up whatever other shit she had going on in this AU (<-???) (again, would be fleshed out if i had more than 1 post in the SETR tag lol), with no big wars or anything on her docket, she's already free to pursue leads on how to remedy her situation and possibly brighten her prognosis

in a handful of surviving archives private to the hresvelg family, wilhelm I wrote about the old pre-"adrestia" hresvelg territory, the war of heroes, and the allies that shored up the first army's faltering strength

he also made notes about their enemy's tactics, which included sending Curséd Plagues Most Foul, a tactic that all but demolished the pre-adrestian forces

it's not much but it's the best lead anyone's got at this point

wilhelm occasionally referenced his contemporaries' progress in combating these arcane plagues

this and the war combined take up more than 100% of their resources. they are working at a noticeable deficit, war is going rapidly downhill, and wilhelm's notes become more fragmented as the situation becomes increasingly unsustainable and dire

around this time, he also writes about mages forming pacts with "[word untranslatable to modern fódlan languages]" (but edie uses context clues to figure out it's some kind of magic familiar or something) to aid them, primarily in healing

while much of his text is either obliquely phrased or just straight up faded by time, he does pass down a swaggy amulet to his descendants, which is now in edie's possession (the "crest of seiros", if you can believe it)

edie starts investigating, referencing the texts for Important Places To Search For More Clues. starting with a place wilhelm wrote about very often: the last standing stronghold of the first hresvelg army and their allies

the red canyon.

the ruins there are thousands of years old and entirely forgotten by time. but one stubborn emperor (or whatever her title would be) is determined to search every inch of Old Fódlan for Curse Clues

deep in the lost ruins of zanado is a warded sanctum, still protected by an ancient spell. according to wilhelm the first, this was the very last and most hidden warded zone in the red canyon, erected in absolute secrecy just before their forces left the canyon for the final battle at the tailtean plains

the warded zone was left behind to protect the victims of the plague and keep the curse quarantined while the few remaining mages continued working on a remedy

despite the ward still being active, it has grown quite weak and allows edelgard to pass through (likely due to her blood connection to big wilhelm)

exploring deep into the warded zone, she finds it pristinely safe but utterly untouched for god knows how long. eerily quiet, preserved in time but abandoned by it…

at the heart of the warding spell is its caster, who edelgard initially mistakes for a human mage but quickly realized is the "familiar" wilhelm wrote about. she is Not in fact a funny heehoo imp of some kind, but in fact, a tall as fuck , Whole Ass Woman

(the untranslatable word in wilhelm's writing on the topic was obviously nabatean, a proper noun, the long-forgotten name of a people who once lived alongside humanity but were wiped out)

(the nabateans, few in number but possessing astonishing magicks, invited the battered army to take shelter in what remained of the nabateans' home in zanado. wanting to help beat the agarthans back, they offered to join their own power with humans in "pacts"--special contracts between a human mage and a nabatean caster that was beneficial for both partners and allowed them to work in great synergy)

(the pact magic, innovated by the nabateans, greatly enhances the human mage's capabilities, and imparts a certain degree of mutual mind-to-mind awareness of their partner, which the two can use to strategically coordinate their movements. although very few were left alive at this stage of the war, the nabateans were extremely powerful and could flex into any role on the battlefield--but they were also greatly prized in the sick bays and quarantine zones for their potent healing magic)

(the tactical advantage of pairing a war mage and a nabatean caster is credited by wilhelm as the key to many victories that would otherwise have been crushing defeats. also, the remaining nabateans had a vested interest in allying up to beat the agarthans down, as this was their ancient enemy who recently laid waste to the red canyon and decimated most of their population--and was about to conquer humanity as dessert)

wilhelm, the leader of the hresvelg army, formed a pact with the leader of the nabateans . the two of them combined were a force to be reckoned with (excelling in both tactics and raw force, but also defensive maneuvers), but due to how thinly stretched their manpower and resources were, the two commanders were forced to part ways at the very end. one commander was to depart with their army and finish the war, and the other was entrusted with staying back to defend zanado and keep their most vulnerable people safe

for thousands of years, rhea has been casting the same spell, maintaining the final barrier around the sanctum. the plan was for wilhelm and his (hopefully victorious) army to return here, but that uh, did not happen, due to him and his forces being annihilated in the massive effort it took to bring the war to an end

and it did end. only barely. wilhelm's descendants and whoever was left of their supporters founded adrestia proper and continued the hresvelg line into the future, but big wilhelm was absolutely dead and never came back and neither did anyone else sorry

anyway.

edelgard knows that this woman is one of the healers who were working directly on the Curse Problems back in ancient times, and is hoping she will know a solution to the "wretched curse is killing me" problem

the crest of seiros edie carries breaks the centuries-long casting trance and wakes rhea up

the first words out of her mouth are, in essence, WILHELM THANK FUCK YOU'RE BACK, DID WE DO IT? DID WE WIN?

(edelgard voice) erm about that

she basically has to explain to rhea that the last thing she remembers before beginning her Long Watch was, in fact, thousands of years ago, and that wilhelm and everybody else she knew is dead (on top of all the nabateans and allies rhea already knew were dead ofc). the world did manage to survive the war thanks to their efforts, but that's like, the one positive note in all this, lol

rhea understandably distraught and more than a little bit overwhelmed

also quite at a loss for what to do, being a magic guy from an era that in its entirety doesn't exist anymore (and hasn't existed for a very long time)

for all she or edie knows, she might be the very last of her kind (since all records are lost, wilhelm's notes obviously stop kind of abruptly, and no one's heard anything in the millennia since then)

obviously the amount of time that has passed means the people she was holding the ward for are also long gone. she's pretty devastated about that too as they're going through the sanctum and quarantined zone

edelgard trying to tactfully rummage around for clues for her own problem while the big lady spirals

i straight up feel like one of those plants that evolved for a type of bee that doesn't exist anymore

however rhea sadly must return the favor when edelgard is like. so you guys had this curse problem. and you were a very prominent commander/healer at the time. it so happens that i have curse problem. what is the solution to curse problem. i need it badly

and rhea is forced to be like . well we very much did not solve curse problem in my time. sorry. i don't know it. i don't have the solution. we didn't find it in time before our whole shit collapsed

so it's really bad news all around

but because edelgard is wilhelm's blood descendant and has used the crest of seiros (which marks the pact between wilhelm('s blood) and the nabatean rhea), they are pact-partners now, Just Like Old Fódlan Used To Make

rhea can't crack Terminal Blood Curse right now, but she does have a lot of knowledge about it and its course/symptoms (and she can confirm edelgard's problem as being The Very Same Indeed)

she feels pretty strongly about finishing her work, and is suddenly edelgard's funny pact partner, and third of all has Nowhere Else To Go And Everything She Knew Is Gone--so she says she'll help lmao

edelgard is more or less used to not finding concrete answers to her curse problem at this point given the difficulty level of this investigation. so she p much just moves on to the next lead on her checklist. gotta keep it moving if she's gonna crack this thing in time

road trip!

rhea basically provides her with palliative care while they look for ways to break the curse. she does feel noticeably better with a more specialized healer (<- kind of an understatement) and it is buying her more time to work with which is good

strangers separated by millennia of history but slowly bonding!

maybe on the way they'll also root out the bitches who put the curse on her to begin with

if you are out there slithering in the dark. you better not be

finally,

edelgard is a big axe guy. she does not do healing magic. she is basically face-tanking everything and rhea is so busy casting heals and shields she barely has time to do any DPS of her own

im sure they run into other characters n stuff on their funny road trip too but that all is the basic concept

(rhea voice) i'll Embrace but christ alive

#SETR

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