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eulbydoom · 7 months ago
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thinking abt lunchable chicken nuggets. eating those cold lil bastards with that “ketchup” that doesn’t taste very much like ketchup while sipping a caprisun … delectable. nothing like it. i need it
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bizlybebo · 4 months ago
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dakota cole autism masterdoc part 37481
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Bizly: --Rolling by, and you swear you saw that before... and you... catch it again.
Dakota: Oh my god, my pat- my pattern recognition is going crazy right now
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cloudboba · 7 months ago
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alexa how do i cope w crushing feelings of guilt / shame / worthlessness / self limitation thx
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motheyes · 2 years ago
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hi
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forkdrawer · 1 year ago
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ace x deuce ramblings bc they relationship is so fucked and no one else talkes about it but also i’m crazy so i might be looking too into it
p.s. spoilers for the obvious ace spoiler
you guys just don’t get it deuce is attached to ace even after all the self destructive things he does because he wants to prove to ace he doesn’t have to do them but to ace it just means he has someone to fall back on. deuce is here as a support system exclusively he is being used but if he doesn’t let himself be then ace will just be proven right. and this all gets fucking crazy when ace almost kills himself fighting jinbei and whitebeard and deuce just has to watch this person he’s obsessed with destroy themself and then he just gets obducted into someone else’s crew and barely sees ace until ace leaves and gets killed ?!?!?!?! deuce goes through all of this dependent relationship shit and then gets thrown to the side the second ace has more powerful people to support him deuce is just left to be a doctor on some pirate ship the exact thing he left his home to avoid being!!!! then ace without a care in the world leaves his whole crew to go do some revenge no one wants him to act out. ace doesn’t even ask or say bye to deuce just leaves then next time deuce sees ace is as a grave stone omg ?!?! and deuce doesn’t hold and anger towards ace through out all of this bc he understands why he does it and that he can’t help it he’s too broken to be fixed in the situation he is in rn so deuce just has to watch his lover destroy himself over and over again and come running back to deuce to be patched up before hurting himself again and again and again— forcing deuce to be the doctor care giver he was trying so hard not to be ?!?!?!?!
after a year of traveling on the sea together and deuce picking up after ace every time he goes to far, ace goes the farthest he could go, and gets their whole crew recruited, and deuce gets designated to be a doctor, so the only time deuce gets to see ace now is every time he’s hurt and the second he’s better he goes back to everyone else. and he can do nothing but watch as all of this happens. then he stops seeing him completely, finds out ace had gone out on a suicide mission, and the next time he sees him he’s a grave stone, and he will never be able to care for him again. omg AAAAAAAAA i am so emotionally unwell about these two
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interestingturnofthetables · 5 months ago
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“I thought it was fun” oh my GOD!!!!!!!!!! I’m so emotionally unwell rn!!!!
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This review is gonna be a play by play cause I’m too much and need you to know my thought process :)
“Joel hated that. He’d have fought the weather if he could.”
Y/N: man it’s so hot
Joel:
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…did you expect me to be okay after reading that he would drape his jacket when we sleeping because he definitely would and now I’m UNWELL + the hair tuck and whispered confession???? you’re going for the kill I know it please give me more ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
He called me old — MANS WAS JEALOUS AND IMMEDIATELY PULLED A GUN HA
Holy that was so terrifying and sickly realist and men are pigs and god please we need more Joel miller men in this world 💔 she was so brave and gosh that was really well written it was almost hard to read :(
OOOOO HEAT OF THE MOMENT KISS PURR
Then them fricking pining for each other whilst they both think that the other is mad at them or doesn’t like them 😩 but you know I LIVEEE for the pining
the intimacy of cleaning the blood off on him im — im so soft
I COULDNT ACT LESS FATHERLY IF I TRIED — you’re right Joel, it’s cause you are not a father, you are DADDY
Oh my god Ellie slamming the door in Joel’s face 😂 comedic gold + Joel shaking all the snow off on Ellie 🥹 #if this ain’t found family
I FEEL THOROUGHLY FUCKED HOKY FUCK THAT WAS HOT I READ IT TWICE I NEED TO GO TO HORNY JAIL RN — AND THAT PART ABOUT THIS BROWN CURLS POKING OUT STFU I THOUGHT OF THAT GIF OF HIM AND MY MIND SHORT CIRCUITED FR IM SO GONE FOR THIS MAN
“All you wanted was him” 🥺
If y’all couldn’t tell by this review, this fic is AMAZING!! But I never doubted that because my dear @whorbbit NEVER MISSES — I thank the lord that we love the same emotionally traumatized men hehe♥️
Never Let Me Down Again (Part II of III) - Joel Miller x Reader
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In which our intrepid hero deals with some shit. And some 👉👌.
Beginning / Middle / Ending
RATING: Explicit. SEXUAL CONTENT: Consensual P in V, Choking Kink, Attempted Rape (not by Joel). VIOLENCE: Gore, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Death of an Animal (Deer Hunting).
TAGS: Joel Being Absolutely Whipped and Filthy-Mouthed, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Age Gap.
WC: 13k
As Joel steps through the doorway of the mom-and-pop furniture store, the glow of the gas lantern he’d found earlier is a beacon. The general store he’d looted had been essentially untouched.
I mean a gas lantern? Food? Joel wondered grimly when his luck was going to run out. 
He rounds the edge of a gigantic, cheaply-made chest of drawers to see you asleep. The glow of the lantern casts amber light over your face. Your hair is strung across your cheek and Joel crushes a wild urge to crouch and brush it all away. He glances to the left and his heart stops for a moment when he realizes Ellie is sitting up, watching him.
“You found something,” she declares without hostility.
These girls’re too observant for me. Joel lets the silence hang for a moment before deciding how to reply. 
“I’m gonna talk to your sister in the mornin'.” 
“Yeah, I saw you talkin’ earlier.” She snickers, then levels him with a glare. “You better be careful. I’ve got no problem killing you myself.”
He doesn't grace that with a response.
“I notice everything. I like you, Joel, but I love my sister.” Ellie shrugs dramatically, “I’m just sayin’. I’m on her side if you pull some shit.”
“I’d expect nothin’ less, kid.” Joel’s voice strains as he lowers himself down onto the sleeping bag you’d laid out for him. He wishes you hadn’t. 
Ellie shifts her attention back to her book (a new one you’d found and given to her called Nancy Drew) while Joel shuffles down into his bed. 
Joel lets the faint lull of the ocean carry away his stress for the night. His eyes close but he feels the desire to look at you, just a couple of yards away. He denies the desire, squeezing his eyes tighter, and focuses instead on what he can hear. A page turns. The wind's howl over the building. The sound of your steady, peaceful breath traps his attention, and he soon drifts away.
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“And how do you know it’s legitimate?” You press him.
Joel sets his hands on his hips. “I know my brother's writing.” 
You chew your lip. Like Joel, the day is much colder than yesterday. 
“That’s a long walk."
“That’s why I’m givin’ y’all the choice,” Joel explains. “Same deal as last time.” 
Your eyes twinkle as you ask, “Ah. You’re only trying to hold up your end of the deal?”
But Joel’s desperate to keep himself from falling for your charm like he had the previous evening. Instead of rejoining with a witty comment, he simply says: 
“Yeah.” 
Taken slightly aback by his mood, you’re quiet. Then you turn to Ellie. “What do you want to do? If you’d rather stay here, look around this area more…” you trail off, waiting for her opinion.
Ellie’s eyes dart to Joel before answering. “I mean, I’ve never seen that far north. And we should make Joel keep his promises.” 
Joel can’t help but make a pfft noise at that. 
“Do you want us to come with you?” You ask him point-blank. It’s that simple for you.
And he can’t answer that. Yes, he did; and no, he didn’t. Yes, he wants the two of you to come with him. But no, he didn’t need the weakness of his growing attachment to both of you. It isn’t that simple for him, and he bristles when you try to make it so.
He raises and lowers his shoulders in a half-hearted motion. “If you come, you can always leave, but if you stay here for now, you’ll prob’ly never find it.” 
Your shoulders sag at the deflection, but you’re not surprised. It had been out of character for him to have gotten so close to you last night, so it should come as no surprise when he returns to his regular, shut-everyone-out attitude. 
“Okay. Good point. Ellie, if you’re not interested in staying here, that’s all I care about.” 
“It’s fucking nice here. It’s so cool. But I miss people. Decent, normal people.” Ellie cuts to the chase, and you ruffle the ends of her ponytail fondly. “All we got is Joel,” she digs at him with a sly look. 
“You’re somethin’ else, kid,” Joel scoffs. “Alright, we’ll set out tomorrow. Spend today gathering supplies.” 
“I’ll make a list,” you offer.
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That evening, as you say your goodbye to the ocean, you stand on a jetty hugging yourself. It’s the hour of sunset, and you’ve never seen a more beautiful one. 
Sunbeams paint the clouds violet, gold, pink, and red. Some clouds in the distance are a heavy gray, pregnant with the storm that will come in the night. The sky behind is a deep blue. And, though none fall, you’re unembarrassed by the tears that well in your eyes. 
Your parents never saw the sea. You may never see it again after tomorrow morning. Loss in the face of such grandeur feels more poignant. 
Joel stands beside a sand dune, lost in thought once again. How do you maintain the capacity to feel so much and keep getting up every day? He’d spent the last eight years in a cloud of violence, alcohol, and occasionally something heavier. He couldn’t find it in him to care about himself half of the time, let alone a fucking sunset. 
Frustrated at his fascination with you, he turns his back to finish preparing for the long walk to come.
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Over a week later, the three of you cross the western edge of the state. The slog through the lowlands had been made easier by the discovery of a working pickup truck two days earlier. It had to have been used by someone recently, though no one had been at the rural home when you’d boosted it. 
It was old, and the gas gauge perpetually stated it was on E, so Joel siphoned gas every two hours. Because of this, it was necessary to take the interstate or other, passable roads with vehicles laying around like miniature gas stations. 
The days spent walking had been hell. There had been no breeze, and the weather had been so mild as to have the three of you sweating under your clothes. You’d had to remove everything but your jeans and your dirty tank top. 
Joel hated that. He’d have fought the weather if he could.
He’d been outright rude to you several times. Cutting over you when you spoke, or intentionally asking Ellie a question that you should’ve been asked. Then, sometimes he would slip up. You caught him staring at you, your chest, or your hips. Each time he was caught, he’d withdraw sullenly until Ellie annoyed him with a terrible pun. 
He was also caring.
Separately, and more than once, you and Ellie had woken up with his jacket draped over your sleeping form. He answered some of Ellie’s prying questions (“What did you do for work?” “Now or before?” “Both, I guess.” “I was a contractor. After it all went to shit, I transported… contraband.”) without much fuss.
He often kept watch with Ellie, telling her the odd short, humorous story from his distant past. He never told her about his family, nor details on his life after the outbreak.
The first time you'd woken up to Joel's heavy, pleasantly musky jacket across your body, it was like he had cursed you. Your eyes trailed him the entire day as his powerful stride pushed him forward, the lazy confidence of his hand resting on his gun. You watched his throat and the hook of his nose as he took a drink of water, unbelievably parched yourself. 
Then he caught you. His eyes, unwilling to see what was flashing neon in your own, tore through you. He refused to give in, but daily he made it worse.
To the unending amusement of both of you, he even delivered the punchline to Ellie’s first joke of the day once. Unpredictable motherfucker, you frequently cursed at him in your mind. 
Today, the atmosphere in the cab is stiff - at least between you and Joel - and no one had spoken in over an hour. You knew Joel wouldn’t be the one to break the silence, and you’re unsurprised by the one who does.
“Why does Dr. Pepper come in a bottle?” Ellie asks.
At the odd question, you turn your body to look at her in the backseat, but she’s hidden behind her joke book. Oh, you realize. “Hmm, I don’t know. Why?”
“The answer is: ‘Because his wife died.’” Ellie lowers the book and frowns. “I don’t get it.” 
Joel chokingly laughs. It’s so unexpected that you and Ellie stare at him for several seconds.
“He comes in a bottle.” Joel chuckles again and looks at you pointedly. 
“Oh.” You cover your mouth and snicker. “Oh.” You sit back in your seat, your cheeks red.
“No, no! Don’t do that - what am I missing?” Ellie yells. She returns her eyes to the page as if the context will appear. Somehow, it does. 
“Oh, my god. I get it. I wasn’t expecting a dirty joke; that’s the first one in here.” She muses.
“Thank fuck,” you comment. 
The tension between you and Joel had been nearly unbearable, and the slips in his emotional unavailability were driving you insane. Avoiding thinking about… that… was the only way you’d survived being stuck in this enclosed space with him.
“There’s a whole section of them,” Ellie says with awe.
You whirl around to try and snatch the book from her, but she’s faster. She holds the book out of your reach, your seatbelt locking you in place.
“Ellie, give me that.” 
“Why?” 
“Let her keep it,” Joel interjects. 
Ellie looks at the back of his head like he’d grown an extra one.
You ignore him. “Ellie, for fuck’s sake, at least skip the dirty jokes.” Your imploring eyes tell her what she needs to know: Don’t make this more awkward for me than it already is.
“Okay, okay, chill the hell out.” She rolls her eyes and sighs at you as only a teenager can. Then she motions at you, then Joel, then you again.
“I know,” you groan.
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Joel’s an attractive driver. It’s an odd thing to think, but you can’t help it. He casually holds the wheel with his left hand while his right elbow braces on the center console. Occasionally his obscenely thick fingers stroke the scruff on his face. You wish he wouldn’t.
“Hey, we’re not far from that house with the chickens are we?” You observe as the rolling hills flow by.
“Think it’s about a half-hour that way,” Joel indicates out your window. His hand crosses into your personal space, flustering you. “I doubt the ones we left alive are alive anymore.” 
“Yeah - no, I was just wondering. That was good meat, though. What a waste.” It had been so long since you’d had chicken, you’d forgotten how delicious it was. 
The day you met him, Joel had killed a couple and cooked the meat that night and the next day. Unfortunately, you’d had no way to transport chicken - live or dead. It wasn’t lost on you, however, that Joel used the word “we” when he had been the one to kill, clean, and cook it. 
Ellie breaks the silence again. “Hey, Joel.”
He hums questioningly.
“What’s your last name?”
He responds with automatic promptness, “Miller.” 
Ellie contemplates. “Joel Miller. Sounds good, I like it.” 
Joel Miller. It does sound good. Everything about him is so attractive, I hate it, you complain petulantly. Why couldn’t he have been ugly?
As the truck crests the hill, a huge valley opens up through the windshield. A loud boom! shudders through the car. Joel clamps onto the steering wheel with both hands, keeping control of the vehicle until the power steering gives out. Fish-tailing onto the shoulder and down into the grassy ditch, the car comes to a jolting stop halfway down the mountain. 
“Ellie, y’okay?” Joel spits out the question faster than your mouth opens to ask the same thing. 
“Yeah. What the fuck, man?” It’s rhetorical.
Joel’s alarmed eyes rake you over, “You alright?”
“I’m good. What happened?” 
“Think the tire blew.” He slams his hand on the steering wheel, “Fuck.”
“Great.” You peek out the window and notice the sun’s position. “It’s going down. I don’t think we should stay in the car tonight.”
Joel grunts in agreement and ducks to look in the rearview mirror. “Those rocks should be safe.” 
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In the blackness of the evening, the three of you lay in a triangle formation upon a large shelf of a limestone cliff. The cliff vaults up to your right, and down to the left. The view of the valley had been beautiful during sunset, but for once you had been too stressed to notice.
You lie on your sleeping bag, Ellie’s head at your foot. Joel lies with his head near yours. Concentrating on either fixing the car or abandoning it consumes you to a point that you don’t notice when Ellie starts snoring. Nor do you notice when Joel moves his bag closer to you.
“What're you thinkin' about?” 
“Joel- what the hell," startled from your spiral of anxiety, you jump. "Sorry. Just lost in thought.” 
“I can tell.”
Your head turns sharply, and you squint at him in the darkness, trying to determine what his goal was. “What’s that mean?” 
“You didn’t say anything about the view from up here. Just wonderin' what you’re worryin’ about.” 
Oh. He noticed that? You blush, thankful for the cover of night. 
“Oh. Well,” you fully roll over to face him. His head is propped on his hand, and his silhouette is all you can see. “I’m worried about walking so far. Or trying to find a tire. I’m pissed off about the pain in my arm. I’m worried about Ellie.” Your voice fades to a mutter, “I’m worried about- about you.” 
It’s quiet for a beat too long. “Why about me?”
“I -” you’re not sure how to say what you want, so you settle for the basics. “You’re unpredictable. I feel like one day we’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. And even though Ellie and I were on our own for so long before, it’s been…” you look for an appropriate word, “It’s been helpful having another adult I can count on.”
And here it was for Joel. He wasn’t stupid. You’re skirting around telling him that both you and Ellie have grown fond of him. He didn’t want that.
No, that isn’t true. The truth is he shouldn’t want it. 
Joel doesn’t answer. 
The natural sounds of the night replace your conversation. It’s so still, so quiet. You lay your head down and curl into a comfortable position facing the man. 
You hadn’t expected him to respond. He’d accidentally shown you cracks in his armor by parenting Ellie occasionally, helping with a task that should’ve been yours or Ellie’s alone like keeping watch or preparing dinner, and laughing.
For fuck’s sake, laughing with us - but still he kept the armor.
Sleep has taken you when Joel quickly pushes a lock of hair over your shoulder and states,
“‘m not goin' anywhere.”
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The sound of rubber rolling on pavement is the background to Ellie’s unceasing chatter. The bright sunshine feeds her mood as though she survives on photosynthesis. She’d left her joke book at the campsite, but she jabbers on about nothing and everything. After trekking for an hour, you managed to find a tire that Joel agreed should fit the truck. If it could shorten your cross-country trip by even a day, it was worth the effort.
Joel hunches over the tire, rolling it back up the highway. His backpack and gun sway with his movements. The awkward angle and the added weight of his gear have his brow dripping sweat. 
“So, what if it’s really snowy up there? Will we get frostbite? What if we find a moose - do those still exist? Aren’t they like the size of a house?” Ellie’s exuberance couldn’t be stopped.
“Joel, please…” you murmur as you jog up alongside him. You slip your fingers under the strap of his rifle, trying to relieve him of at least one burden. Joel abruptly straightens at the contact, leveling you with a questioning look. Your lips twist into a reassuring smile. You curl your fingers tighter and tug the strap down his arm. 
“I’ll take the backpack, too.” You keep your voice gentle as though you’re trying not to spook him. He allows you to take the gun but jerks away when you reach for his backpack strap.
“No, it’s heavy. I don’t want you takin’ both.”
“I know it’s heavy, that’s why I’m trying to take it from you.” 
The gun is slipped from you as Ellie brushes your side. You’d been too focused on Joel to realize that she’d stopped thinking aloud.
“Now she can take the backpack, ya stubborn old man.” Ellie slings the rifle and stalks ahead. 
A bead of sweat falls from his temple; he’s defeated. With a groan, he shrugs off his pack and holds it up for you. 
“If it gets too heav-”
“Stop pretending to be a gentleman,” you reach for the bag. 
Your fingers close partially around Joel’s, rewarding you with the sultriness of his rough fingers. For an extended breath, Joel doesn’t let go; he squeezes it a little harder. Eventually, he unclasps his hand, allowing you to bear the weight.
A couple of miles later, the silver truck is visible among the trees. You quicken your step.
 Joel's gotta roll the tire up that hill.
“Can I help you carry it somehow? Rolling it up this isn’t gonna be fun,” you offer.
Joel simply shakes his head, breathing deeply in resignation. He lifts it, grunting, deciding to carry it the last length. You’re glad he denied your offer because, wow, why is that so hot? You stare after him for far too long.
At the top of the hill, a younger blonde man peeks in the truck's window. Ellie, as you taught her, circles into the trees out of sight. 
"Howdy," the man straightens and calls out to you and Joel. "Got any ammo?" 
Joel had dropped the tire and slung his gun into his hands before the man finished speaking.
"No."
Deciding that Joel wasn't the best negotiator, you step ahead.
"Are you looking to trade or to steal?" You step cautiously closer and the blonde man gets a better look at you. 
"Well, shit, I would've put on my two-day old clothes instead of my week-old ones if I'd known I'd run into you."
"You know this guy?" Joel snaps at your back.
"No?" His tone confuses you. Then to the trader, "Whatcha looking for?"
"I need some nine-millimeter, preferably. Shouldn't be too much of an ask since they're the most common. I do have some food up for trade." He holds up a large, navy duffle bag.
It was obvious to you that this man was used to his good looks and charm winning him points. He was slightly older than you, and you couldn't lie, this guy must've done well for himself in the apocalypse. He looked healthy, attractive, and normal.
The man continues, "I'm Zach. You show me yours and I'll show you mine?" He grins, but it fades fast. "Just tell the attack dog to calm down." 
Attack dog? 
You turn to catch a look at Joel: he stands with his gun pointed casually and coldly in Zach's general direction. You've never seen such an intimidating, contemptuous look on his handsome face. A shiver runs through you. Your poorly-timed attraction to him heightens. A tumult of terrible things you want him to do to you crash through your mind.
"Are you okay?" You quietly ensure.
Joel gives a curt nod, never taking his eyes from the younger man.
You face the trader. "Sorry, we don't have any nine-millimeter. We don't have anything to trade, really." 
"Ah, that's fine. There's another group around this area. Maybe I'll try them." 
"A group?" You query, your voice rising in concern.
"Yeah, you ain't seen anyone, sweetheart? There's a whole community of farmers. Rumor is they have chickens."
"Oh," you stutter. "Wow, chickens." 
"Yeah. Supposed to be a lot of folks, so I guess that'll be my next try." 
Zach looks you up and down, a genuine smile gracing his clean-cut face.
"You sure you don't wanna take a day trip with me? Take you to see some chickens? I'm sure your dad won't mind?" The winsome younger man cocks his head at Joel as if asking permission.
In the span of a second, Joel is a brick wall in front of you. He raises his rifle, his scope trained on the man's chest.
"If you don't get the fuck outta here, I'll give you those bullets you're beggin' around for." 
The barely-restrained anger in his voice involuntarily has you leaning closer to him. He sounded like he was speaking to a deadly threat, and you instinctively crave his protection. Your heart races, wondering what spooked Joel. 
Zach throws up his hands, "Fuck, man. Okay. I can't hit on her? Sheezus." 
He starts back up over the hill, throwing worried looks every now and then, seemingly terrified that Joel will act on his inexplicably violent mood. 
When he's gone, Ellie comes popping out from behind a tree.
"Damn, Joel, you made that guy piss his pants," she approves.
"What happened?"
The intense belief in your eyes that Joel had been morally right in that situation almost bothers him. He'd threatened the kid because the kid threatened him. Joel can't put rational words to it, but you're his… responsibility. 
"Had a forty-five on him. Not a nine-millimeter," Joel lies. 
"Wow, you could tell that?" Ellie's face glows. "That's impressive as shit. Teach me the difference? And how to shoot?" 
Knowing damn well that Joel had never seen any weapon on the guy, you tell your excited younger sister, "He will, El, but first he's gotta change the tire and get us going again." 
Joel rubs his jaw, sure you saw through him. “Actually, might be good to go hunting here where the woods’re thicker. And I'd gotta go before dark.” 
"I'll go with you," you don't let him squirm away. "Ellie, you know the drill. Keep an extra eye out while that guy's around. I think he's-" You wanted to say harmless, but realized that would undermine Joel's actions.
"I think he's gone; but just in case," you hand her your rifle. 
Ellie looks from butt to barrel with awed respect. 
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"So, what the hell was that about?" You interrogate Joel once the two of you are a fair distance into the woods. 
"Nothin'," is Joel's forthcoming reply.
"Joel, for the love of-" you grab his shoulder and spin him to face you. "What set you off?" 
Joel works his jaw, looking away from you, then meets your eyes with a faintly-playful tilt of his head. 
"He called me old." Joel's face is impassive.
You fight a smirk. "Are you being serious? Ellie calls you old all the time." 
"He was annoyin' me." 
"I annoy you."
"I know, you're doin' it right now." 
Sighing, you give up. "Fine, don't tell me."
"You upset I scared off a suitor?"
"A suitor? Damn, you are old." You push his arm in jest as you both continue marching through the woods. "He was too young for me." 
"He was older than you." 
"Too young." You say again. "Too happy. Too charming."
"Oh, he was charming, huh? That was workin' on you?" 
You catch his eye and smile like you have a secret, "No."
Joel knows you're goading him, and his chest aches with exhilaration. He'd point loads of guns at loads of people if you'd keep smiling at him like that.
You breathe out the word, “Deer,” and Joel sinks into a crouch, tugging you down with him. The two of you take cover behind a downed hemlock. His rifle rests on the treebark following the soft footsteps of a large animal. 
The way he pulled you down has you pressing into his side and you’re certain even the deer can hear your thumping heart. 
But neither of you move. You can feel the unyielding firmness of his body; it’s so incredibly comforting to you that it’s all you can think about. Joel Miller. 
He breathes in, and on the exhale he fires. The shot echoes through the woods, sending a handful of crows cawing into the air. Joel retracts his rifle and turns his head to you with a faux-humble smirk. 
He’s even closer than he was that night on the beach; your heart stops, then kicks into overdrive. With his hair mussed and his smile lopsided, he looks happy. 
Instantly realizing his mistake, but too weak to correct it, Joel risks another glance at your lips. He peers back up at your eyes and he’s dry-mouthed at how blown your pupils are. He watches with confliction as your face changes. You swallow a sudden lump in your throat and drop your eyes.
You pull away and whisper, “I can’t do this.” 
And you can’t. The constant heartache of Joel pushing and pulling at you was too much. Today, he’s open, but tomorrow he’d be withdrawn. It was selfish and it was idealistic, but you wanted all of him or nothing. Calling it a crush was trivializing your feelings. An injustice; you knew what you felt for him was stronger than that.
You stand and offer him your hand. If he couldn’t give you what you wanted, that's okay, because you’d love him anyway - as platonically as you could.
“Should we butcher it here? Or drag it? It’s gonna be a chore either way.” Your voice is forced cheer. 
Joel clears his throat, thrown for a loop. “Mm. Guess we’ll drag it.”
He takes your hand and you haul him up. He pauses to put his gun back on safety and sling it over his shoulder. As he does so, you stride toward the unlucky deer.
“I didn’t know lovebirds still existed.” You’re several yards from the deer when a man’s taunt drifts on the wind.
A greasy, stocky man in his late-thirties strolls out from behind another massive hemlock. He’s halfway between you and the deer carcass. Twigs snap behind you as Joel hastens to get to your side, but the man raises his handgun. 
He aims at your friend, but Joel only slows his pace. The man grunts with irritation and points the firearm at you. Joel’s footsteps stop. 
“Ooh, you’re easy to control, huh?” 
You picture your gun back at the campsite with Ellie as she kept watch. It’s hard to regret giving it to her, though. She had a weapon and so did you. As long as Joel was around, you’d be okay.
“What’d you want?” Joel grits out; he’s pissed.
“Buddy, I don’t like your tone. Neither do they,” and the dumpy man tilts his chin behind both of you.
Two more men crush leaves and branches below their feet as they materialize. One is older and armed with a small hunting rifle. The other is much younger than both his friends despite his beard; this man foregoes a weapon. Joel rotates to face the new problem, backing up as he does so, but the first man is wise to Joel’s play.
“Stop moving toward her.” 
Joel stops once more, his teeth clench so hard that his jaw pops. 
“We followed the deer. Been tracking it for a half-mile.”
“Then take it,” the inflection in Joel’s voice is flat, terrifying.
“A’right, a’right, don’t get your panties twisted,” the bearded man jeers. He then shares a meaningful look with the bulkier man near you. 
Standing between Joel and the heavyset man, you’ve angled yourself diagonally to see both men. Unfortunately, Joel is not the closest. The stocky man lunges forward and snatches your left arm, wrenching it behind your back painfully. You cry out in sheer agony as his thumb digs into your stitches.
“Don't fuckin' hurt her,” Joel whips out, seething. His mouth pulls into a horrified scowl, his hands raised in desperate surrender.
The man pulls up your flannel sleeve, saying, “Ah, see, I thought you were overreacting. I was so gentle.” His oily nose sniffs your hair, “Did this guy hurt you, baby?”
You twist away from his rancid breath on your neck. It occurs to you to lie, to try to get them to believe Joel was possessive for a reason other than whatever drove him. Basic ethics, most likely. 
If you lie, maybe they’d see you as less of a bargaining chip. Joel certainly wasn’t helping. He’s keeping his feelings forefront with that black look on his face.
With reluctance, you mutter, “Y-”
But it’s curtailed by your own scream as Joel stumbles to his knees. The two men stand above him - the butt of a rifle is pressed against the back of Joel’s head. His eyes find yours, and a trickle of blood drips down his forehead. Tears stream freely down your cheek. 
How could they? Joel is carefully and permanently on a pedestal in your mind. The peak of masculinity - both good and bad: protective, providing, impenetrable. Seeing him bleed, sagging on his knees was unthinkable. It was perverted, wrong. 
You headbutt the man in the nose, a painful crack against the top of your skull. Grabbing the barrel of his handgun, you wrench it loose and stumble away. The man swears and doubles over, hands over his face.
Gasping for breath, you aim the gun at its owner and order, "Make them back off."
"Bitch, I'm not their daddy. I don't control ‘em," the man sounds pained. 
The rifleman shoves the barrel of his gun into Joel's temple. "Put it down or I'll kill him." 
"Hey, listen. You owe me, now," the stocky man says. "If you set down the gun, turn yourself over, we'll leave him be." 
In your moment of hesitation, you lock eyes with the man you'd never expected, fear in his wet eyes. Then a freight train barrels into your side.
The gun's owner was quicker and quieter than his build should allow. It wasn't fair.
“Now, as feisty as you may think yourself, I’m not a fan of that.” 
Your cheek is roughly grabbed, squeezed, and you're forced to watch as the rifleman slams the butt of his weapon into Joel’s back. Joel sprawls onto the ground, the wind knocked from him. 
Weeping freely now, you beg, “Stop hurting him. Please, please don’t.”
“You gonna do what we ask?” 
Joel tries to speak, but he’s rewarded with another blow to the ribs. He groans and falls onto his uninjured side only to have the bearded man deliver a clumsy kick to his stomach.
“Yes, yes. I won't- won't fight if you’ll let him -” you break off at the look in Joel's eyes. “Please, let him go.” 
“Goddamn it,” he groans. 
Taking advantage of Joel’s attackers focusing on him, and the man holding you being unable to see your face, you mouth: Ellie. Take her. Go.
He growls your name and a curse which earns him another kick to the ribs. He coughs violently, then pushes himself up onto his knees, breathing heavily.
Still staring at you, he softly shakes his head ‘no’. A dead leaf falls from his hair; his brown, puppy eyes are devastated. It crushes your heart into the thousands of pieces you’d been so sure it was already in.
This doesn’t feel real. It’s as though you and Joel had slipped into a nightmare out here in the lonesome woods. None of this was real. None of it except your certainty. If you could save him, you would. You'd tried; and you'd try again. He could keep Ellie safer than you could. It’s simple for you - always had been. The decision wasn’t a decision at all. Love was a practice; a concrete, tangible thing; an action. Love sacrifices. 
“‘Course. I swear. He’s not exactly our type. Good news, boys, y’all know I hate a fighter.” The man wraps an arm around you and drags you backward. 
He’s deliberately slow enough to let you watch as Joel stands, pained. He punches the oncoming bearded man in the jaw and, using his momentum against him, drops the fucker to the ground. Joel then lunges for the rifleman, but the young, bearded man is up faster than he should’ve been. He snakes an arm around Joel’s throat. 
“Joel!” You wail, thrashing in the man’s arms. “You fucking swore, you fucking asshole.” But you know it had been a long shot. You don’t even get to see Joel’s face one last time before you’re dragged over a ridge.
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Joel’s temples throb with his heartbeat. The near-deafness in his right ear isn’t new, but he feels more like a flash-bang grenade exploded in his face. It had been late afternoon when he’d taken you hunting, and the pale blue lighting he sees when his eyes blink open tells him it's just after sunset. 
He puffs out a cloud of the mulched forest floor between his dry lips and pushes his palms down to leverage himself off the ground. The temperature had dropped rapidly and the air stings his bruised lungs.
It’s then that he hears your cry. It’s muffled like someone has their hand over your mouth. He hears feet scrabbling in the leaves, and his body physically stiffens at the remembrance of where he is. 
Rage and panic napalm his mind. Those assholes must believe they’d killed him because no one in their right mind would leave Joel Miller alive; not when they had his… his.
He wanted to be mad at you. Wanted so desperately the chance to be mad at you. How could you believe them? Why would they have let him go once you stopped fighting? His heart races and he wonders if he's having a heart attack. He had been right in the beginning about you being too trusting. He had been right this whole time. 
He hides his fear of losing you behind blame, anger. But then his own guilt kicks him. You were doing exactly what you’d do for Ellie. For anyone you cared for. He should’ve been stronger. He should’ve saved you.
Joel casts a searching eye for a weapon, though the righteous rage inside him would be enough. There it is. He can’t quite believe it. One of these boys with a room-temperature IQ had left his .22 propped against a tree trunk near the lip of the earthy depression.
Ignoring the pain lancing through his body, Joel crouches and shakily snatches up the gun. He moves to the top of the small rise and peers around a tree. 
Sitting on your shins is the bearded man who knocked him out; the sandy-haired man’s grimy fingers are trying to shimmy your jeans down. The second man, the rifleman, whom Joel now notices is wearing a torn band shirt, is seated in the dirt above your head, pinning your arms. The third member of the goon squad, their leader, is straddling you, kissing your neck.
Joel refuses to look at your face because if he does he’ll go insane. Instead, he raises the .22 in a flash and fires a shot at at the music fan holding your arms. His orbital bone shatters, blood spurting everywhere.
Without pausing, Joel launches out from behind the tree and swings the .22 into the head of the man who took you from him. He swings the gun as if he’s winning the World Series with it. The resounding crack is so loud that Joel knows he’s killed the fucker instantly. That pisses him off more. A better death than the shitstain deserved. 
Two men are dead before they even know he’s coming. Joel turns on the last one who’s now crab-walking backward from your legs.
“Hey, hey, please,” the younger man holds up a hand in panicked surrender. “You killed my brother, you killed him! Ain’t that enough?”
“You’re right behind him,” Joel grits out. He tosses the gun aside.
“Please, no, listen. No, no,” the man begs.
You retract your knees, hugging them to your chest as you sit up. Your body is a tempest of fear, revulsion, relief, horror, disgust, gratitude, and anger. You’re not sure which one you feel strongest. You’d been hassled before, nearly every woman left in the world had been and the odds hadn’t been great pre-outbreak, anyway. But it’d never been that close. 
All you focus on now is Joel. Alive, and standing between you and all the world.
“Close your eyes.” 
He doesn’t tell you to run because you’re already in the safest place you could be. You don’t want to close your eyes. If you do, he might disappear. You can't give up a sense while drowning in fear. Take your eyes off the one buoy you had? You just can't do it.
The sounds you hear are worse than what you see. There’s the dull thudding sound of Joel’s fists connecting with your attacker’s face, the man’s primal screams suddenly stopping, and the squelching of blood. 
Joel kneeling over the man, his solid right arm rising and slamming down is all you see. It's all you want to see. You'd be lying if you said his violent defense of you wasn't thrilling, wasn't stirring something inside you.
It will haunt you for a while, but the relief of Joel being alive would ease all pain. And in truth, the would-be rapist deserved it. He deserved that side of Joel just as you deserve the other side of him. 
You finally close your eyes when Joel's swings slow. Tucking into yourself, you relive the last few minutes and begin to cry.
There’s a hand in your hair. You flinch and your arms go up to protect yourself when you feel a weight sink to the ground beside you. Opening your eyes, you’re unable to move in the sight of Joel’s frenzied face. Freckles of blood dot his skin, and his eyes are wild. His breathing is rapid as his hand combs through your hair. 
“You’re okay,” his deep voice is raw, “you’re okay.” 
He crushes you to him - his hand cradles the back of your skull while you bury your face in his chest. A pained groan rolls from his mouth but he doesn’t let go. His earthy, leather scent is grounding. 
You scramble to match his kneeling position to fit into him further; you push underneath his jacket, wrapping your arms around his torso, needing to feel him. He rests his cheek on top of your head.
“I thought they killed you,” you cry brokenly into his clothing, the inconsolable grief of losing him still pressing on you. 
“Never fuckin’ do that again,” it’s too soon for him to be mad, but he tries anyway. He pulls back just enough to take your face in both hands, “If you’re given that choice again, you do not choose me.” His troubled eyes dart between yours. 
You know you can’t retort, so you drop your gaze. You can’t promise you won’t take a bullet for him, because you would. Just like you would for Ellie. You slowly retract your arms from underneath his jacket, feeling awkward.
“I’ll try to think of something else first,” you answer him, your voice laden with too many emotions. 
You tilt your head up to see Joel’s beautiful face marred by a tortured expression. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. 
He wants you to be strong, yes. To fight. You are unapologetic joy and he can’t lose that. Joel would happily die if he knew you’d still smile at nature, at all your small reasons, at your sister. He can’t lose you, can't fail you.
In great contrast to the gentle way he holds your face, his jaw is clenched so hard that it looks painful. Concern creases your brow and your mouth opens a fraction to ask if he’s alright, but Joel’s lips are suddenly swallowing your question. 
He burns away the swirling mire in your mind. There’s nothing, no pain or fear. Nothing except for him. His kiss is desperate - a leaf clinging to summer. As your hand returns to caress his side underneath his jacket, you can feel his heart beating as fast as your own. 
A soft moan is forced from you when his hand fists in your hair. Your hands slide up his flannel-covered torso to cup his scruffy chin. 
You part your lips, and breathe, “Joel.” 
He moans into your mouth. 
Then you delve into him, deepening the kiss. His arms encircle you, one hand in your hair, the other squeezing your ass, keeping your body flush against his. He’s even warmer than you imagined. The night chill no match for him.
A bird tweets in the distant dusk. Then it’s as if he suddenly returns to earth: he leans back, putting distance between the two of you.
“’m sorry. That was… bad. This is -” he stops, looking around, and presses his swollen lips into a thin line. “Not right. Sorry. We’ll go find Ellie.” 
With that, he lets go of you completely, leaving you adrift. He stands and offers his hand to you. Confused, more muddled than you’ve ever been in your life, you accept the help silently. He drops your hand as soon as you’re upright. 
Holy shit. He kissed me, right? Or did I lean in first? His rejection stomps on the already-broken pieces of your heart. I knew he wouldn’t let me in.
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Ellie hops off a rock and slams into you, nearly bowling you over. She tilts her head to look up at you, and you wipe away her tear stains.
“I could hear you yelling. I could hear it, but I promised.” She cries in horror, referring to what you had ingrained into her every day since the outbreak: if you two were separated, she stayed put. She never came if she heard trouble. Ever. No exigent circumstances. She’d hated that promise, fought you on it constantly, but fucking hell were you glad she listened. You refused to even entertain what might’ve happened had Ellie been there.
“We’re alright, Ellie. I’m so sorry.” You smile tiredly. “Everyone’s okay.” 
To your right, you see Joel out of the corner of your eye. Ellie leans over and grasps his sleeve, making sure he’s tangible. Joel’s mouth twitches in a tiny but reassuring smile.
“I’m fine, kid.”
“You guys look like shit,” she swipes at her tears.
Joel barks a laugh, the quick change in Ellie’s disposition precisely what was needed.
“I’d like nothing better than a hot shower,” you reply. You can still feel their grimy hands on your body. You shudder.
“Dunno ‘bout a hot shower, but I’m sure we could find a spring tomorrow.”
You sigh, “Guess that’ll have to do.” 
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“Are you -” Joel stumbles over his thoughts, “Are you gonna be okay? To sleep, I mean?”
“Unlikely,” you give him an uneasy smile. “I’m happy to take the first watch.” 
“Alright,” he settles on the rock next to you.
You protest, irritated, “Please go rest. You've had a - a bad day, too.” You needed time to process everything and his presence was distracting.
“I’m not gonna rest if you’re keeping watch alone.”
You scoff. “I learned my lesson, okay?” 
Was he hellbent on making you mad at him tonight? After he saved your ass? For the third time. Oh, my god. I really am one big problem for him. 
Redness flushes your cheeks at the realization. You owe him so much yet all he does is drive you insane. Sorting out your feelings about everything was priority number one.
“That’s not what I m-”
“Well, what do you mean?”
“If you’d let me fuckin’ finish,” he makes a frustrated hand motion. “Got a hard enough time admitting it at all, an’ you want me to just come out with a poem or some shit?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I think we should eat those last two granola bars. Don’t you guys? They’ve been in my pack for, like, three weeks.” Ellie walks over and interrupts purposefully, tired of the argument.
“Well, they lasted eight years, so I don’t think a few days will affect them, but that’s fine with me.”
Ellie trots over to her backpack and breaks two bars in half. She returns and gives you one half and Joel another. Holding her own half from the second bar, she “clinks” her bar with yours. 
“Cheers,” she laughs before biting her piece. You smile and take a small bite of yours. Ellie wanders toward the sleeping bags, slowly picking apart her granola bar.
Under your breath, you tell Joel, “Please go get some sleep. I owe you and I’m fine.” 
He stamps the butt of his gun on the rock he’d been sitting on in acknowledgment, then mercifully leaves you to your daunting task.
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It's still dark when your relief comes. He looks terrible. His knuckles are flaked with both his and another's blood, and his forehead still bears traces of the afternoon.
"There's a stream down there," you indicate to your right. Its babbling could be heard in the quiet air. 
"I'm fine," he grouses. 
"Joel…" you gently chide. 
Pulling a shirt from your pack, you walk off to the stream. You're back less than a minute later, and you point at the rock you'd been sitting on.
"Yes, ma'am," his voice is still monotone. 
You position yourself in front of him, his face level with yours. He closes his eyes as you carefully rub the damp cloth across his dirty, blood-streaked forehead. 
"It's been hours, why didn't you clean up?" 
Joel only shrugs in answer. 
"What's wrong?" You stop wiping. 
His eyelids open and the flickering campfire reflects in his glassy eyes. 
"Can you just keep doin' that?" He closes his eyes once more. You oblige.
He doesn't mean to, he doesn't even register that he's done it until it's too late. He flinches as his sore, bruised knuckles bend to fit his hands around your hips. You tenderly grasp one and begin to wipe it free of residue. 
Neither of you speaks, too lost in your own thoughts and in the moment. Joel feels so close and so distant. 
You’d sorted through your emotions over the near-assault with brashness. It was the end of the world. Dwelling on things you had survived was pointless. 
No, the problem was Joel. You thought you’d got him killed, then he was alive, then the kiss, then he rejected you. Guilt, grief, joy, embarrassment. 
You still weren't sure who initiated the kiss, and his defensive coldness led you to believe it had been you. In truth, you supposed you were just back at square one. Joel forever opening up then shutting down again. 
It only made you feel worse. Desperately you wanted to cling to him, have him tell you that he didn’t blame you. Have him make the world go away. But even if he did that now, it wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t let you fully inside. 
“Thank you,” Joel murmurs when you back away. 
“Like I said, I owe you.” Your voice gives away no inflection. 
Joel watches you walk over to where Ellie lay. You kiss her forehead, then cuddle in behind her. He sees you whisper something in her ear.
Joel understands. An easy reprieve from your own emotions was to care for another’s.
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 The silver truck glimmers behind you. You regard it with sadness before trudging onward. The sun beads in your eyes as the westward walk continues. Looking down isn’t a reprieve as the sun reflects off the pure snow. The soft, rolling plains stretch out, but the horizon is jagged with the promise of greater hills or rock formations. There’s not a single car to be seen.
“It got us through, like, four fucking states in three days,” Ellie holds up a map of the Midwest you’d found at a state welcome center. 
“You mean I got us through four fuckin’ states in three days,” Joel boasts. 
 It had been too long since he’d filled the gas tank, but with the broken gauge, he’d been unable to predict exactly when the vehicle would give up the ghost. The answer was somewhere over the border of Nebraska. 
“Sure, Joel, you did it all on your own,” Ellie rolls her eyes. She kicks a chunk of snow. “I’m so happy you're here to do everything.”
Since the fight, you’d found it difficult to even look at the man next to you. You had bared yourself to him that day; shown him that you were willing to die for him, that you trusted him with Ellie, that your greatest fear had been his death; and then that fucking kiss. And here you both were: unable to look at each other. 
“At least one of you is,” Joel mutters, his breath clouding in the freezing air.
The man could find his way under your skin even if you were wearing a latex bodysuit. You bite your lip to prevent the automatic, angry retort. 
Thinks I’m dead weight. You think bitterly. Don't blame him too much. Almost got him killed. Probably thinks of me as a dumb kid. 
You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to quell the heartbreak. You understood his opinion: you’re weak because you care. You had given up on trying to show him that that was the only way you could live with yourself.
A cloud blows over the afternoon sun, illuminating the land in a new way. The horizon silhouettes a building in the distance, at least a mile out. You shield your eyes, then point.
“Shelter?” Your teeth chatter together with perfect timing and, from the corner of your eye, you see motion. Joel is unwinding the scarf he’d found. He drapes it around your neck. 
“Wrap it over your chin,” he instructs. 
You do so. It had been a new scarf from the same rest stop where you’d picked up the map. It smelled old, but it was warm. His warmth. You regret curling it over your mouth because on top of the old smell was Joel. At least he can’t see most of your face now.
Joel relished the way something of his - albeit his for less than a few days - looked on you. He’d take what he could get. You’d pried open his hardened heart and nestled inside. Joel had never met anyone like you. So capable and vulnerable and easy to be with. And fucking irritating. And stubborn. God, you piss him off. 
You’d been different since that night and Joel hadn’t the emotional intelligence to work out your problem. As far as he could reason, you were upset with him for not saving you sooner, or for kissing you at such a shit moment; or, he worried, kissing you at all. His fear that you see him as a father figure grows larger.
“You and I go in, Ellie covers the front?” You start planning. “Together or me in the back?” 
“Could be one of those state historical cabins, so there might be only one door anyway,” Joel theorizes.
“Good point,” you concede. 
You evaluate Ellie’s back as she walks in front, wondering if you could get away with a hushed conversation with Joel. The heaviness between the two of you was reaching a breaking point for you. You’re just one state away from Wyoming now, and you can’t let him leave without fixing whatever was happening. Luckily, the wind howls occasionally from the west, so your words are unlikely to carry to her ears. 
You drop back, slowing your pace. Joel notices and slows as well.
“Is it because I told them you hurt me? Because I kissed you? Or because I- because I almost got you killed? Is that why you're still so mad at me?” You pepper him suddenly.
Joel couldn’t be more surprised if you had stabbed him. 
“No, I know why y’ told ‘em I did that,” he answers. “An’ I know you thought trading yourself was the best option.” His voice drops an octave, “It wasn’t, but I get it.”
“You get it? You don't blame me? Then why are you being so mean to me?” You plead.
“What?” Joel's face turns to yours.
“You’re even colder than usual. You make these little digs at me, you don’t trust me to keep watch half the time anymore. You treat me like a child you’re disappointed in.” The irony smacks into you when you nearly whine that last sentence. 
Joel grabs your arm, stopping you and turning you to face him.
"I don’ do those things because I think you’re a child. And I thought you were the one who was mad-” he pauses, unsure how to organize his argument. Snowflakes catch in his gray hair. His dark eyes are stark against the white surroundings. “But I couldn’t feel less fatherly 'bout you if I tried.” 
“What - what the fuck does that mean?” You ask, baffled and failing to keep your pitch low. Ellie notices now that the two of you have stopped.
“Can you guys fight in the damn cabin up there?” She crosses her arms and tilts her head back dramatically. “Either kiss or kill each other, I’m so tired of this.” And with that, she spins around. 
When you reignite eye contact with Joel, he’s burning a hole through you with every emotion you’ve ever made him feel. There’s a moment when you think he’ll take Ellie’s advice, but then he sighs.
“Go on, girl,” he gestures ‘after you’.
“‘Girl’? You said you weren't infantilizing me.” You scoff.
“Infantilizing? Well, ain’t that a five-dollar word, where’d ya learn that?” he snarks in exasperation. God, you piss him off.  
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Joel had been right, again. You were getting tired of that. An empty wooden box with a fireplace on the lower level, the cabin was at least a shelter from the snow flurrying down. It had plain, empty floors and a staircase with no railing but a trapdoor to separate the top floor from the bottom. That was handy in case a problem arose. 
There was a great debate about lighting the fire. All three of you took turns arguing both for and against it (Ellie: “But it’s fucking frozen in here,” Joel: “You wanna alert any dumbass in the area to our presence, darlin’, go ahead,”), but in the end, the frigid temperature had the final say. Ellie and Joel ventured back into the growing white swirl outside to look for wood in the tiny shed. 
While they were gone, you laid out the camping gear and set about making this house a home for the night. In the corner, you notice an old brochure for the place. 
You dig through your pack to find your lighter when Ellie shoves open the heavy wooden door with two logs in her arms. She kicks the door closed, despite its weight.
Perfect. Kindling.
“This was all I got, but I think Joel might’ve got more.” She announces, slamming the logs onto the hearth.
“Was he right behind you?” You ask, laughing preemptively.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” 
She runs to the door and jerks it back open. There’s Joel standing in the doorway with his arms full of wood. His leveled glare and signature frown send both you and Ellie into fits of laughter. 
“I’m sorry,” Ellie chuckles.
Joel’s long legs step over the threshold, and when he gets close enough to Ellie, he shakes his hair over her, showering her in melting snowflakes. 
Still laughing, Ellie blocks him with her hands and cries, “You dick!” 
Sitting cross-legged next to the hearth, you no longer need the fire, warmed by the scene playing out in front of you. No matter the type of relationship with Joel, you couldn’t care about the two of them any more than you do now. The smile on your face is so wide that you feel like you'll split. 
Joel approaches and sets the logs down far more gently than Ellie had next to the fireplace. You hold up the two logs Ellie had grabbed, and together with Joel, start the fire. 
After a dinner of canned veggies, Ellie sprawls out on the floor in her t-shirt and jeans. Joel sits with his back to the flames while you lean against the heated stones. 
“It’s hot down here,” Ellie complains.
Joel's face darkens with irritation.
“I’m allowed to be hot.”
“You’re the only reason we got the damn thing going,” he accuses. “You got too much energy. It’s got you all -” he makes a shaking motion with his hands.
“I do not,” Ellie yawns. “I’m actually exhausted.”
“That floor upstairs has a trapdoor. Might be cooler, El.” 
“Doesn’t heat rise or some shit?” Ellie asks.
“Yes, but this place is airtight and I’m betting it’s colder up there. I don’t care what you do, I’m just telling you.” 
“Okay, I’ll go look.” Ellie hops up in a fluid motion and bounds across the room and up the stairs. She’s gone for a few moments, and you picture her standing with her eyes closed acting like a human thermometer. 
She stomps down the creaky old steps, “It’s way cooler but not cold so I’m gonna sleep up there.” She starts to gather her sleeping bag, pillow, and her clothes. 
Your stomach lurches. Alone with Joel overnight? That’s… that’s never happened. 
“Do you want company, Ellie?” You ask, trying to take the coward’s way out.
“Uhh. Do you mind staying down here?” Ellie asks with a grimace. A teenager has to take every opportunity to be independent. 
“Course not. Just making sure you’re okay,” you reassure her, though you’re the one who’s not okay.
“Goodnight, then. Love you,” Ellie balances her stuff as she makes her way up the stairs. “‘Night, Joel!” Then the squeak, bam! of the trapdoor hinging shut.
“‘Night, Ellie,” comes his reply. 
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“Let’s get this over with,” you sigh pessimistically.
“Wish I hadn’t kissed you,” Joel blurts out before you finish speaking. It was obvious he hadn’t planned this any more than you had. 
Subconsciously, you put a hand over your chest at the stabbing pain of his words. Though you suspected it, it was hard to hear it from those same lips.
Joel looks into the shadowy corner of the cabin. “Everything used to make you happy. Sunsets, mountains, clouds - hell, even I managed to make you laugh once or twice. But you've been so… so angry ever since - since I kissed you.” 
Okay, so I didn't start the kiss. One less thing to feel guilty for. 
“I wasn’t sure who moved first. Then you said it was ‘bad.’” Your voice curdles to a whisper in embarrassment.
Joel’s head jerks to you. The firelight glows on the right side of his tanned face, highlighting his patchy beard. “You thought I meant your kissin’ skill?” 
You don’t reply, a lump in your throat at the memory of all you felt that day and the sting of his rejection. 
What scared you most that day was not what nearly happened to you, but what had happened to him. In a way, you understood him much better now. Letting people in only got people hurt. That’s fine and dandy when you were the one getting hurt, but not when Joel had been near death because of your affection for him. 
“No, you meant getting close to me.” You can’t make eye contact with him, but his hand twitches closer to yours.
“No, I didn’t,” his voice is so rough it could catch on silk. "You an' Ellie are all I got. What I meant was that I shouldn’t have finally let you know that next to three dead bodies after you’d been -” he stops himself, looking away.
Those two sentences in his gruff, passionate voice pick up the pieces of your heart. 
It's your turn. “I haven’t been mad, I’ve been hurt. Confused. Taking a page out of your book and building a wall to protect myself.” 
Joel frowns, “From me?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Yeah. I told you I’m not a good man. Tommy and I did bad shit to survive. But... I was worse.”
“Stop fucking comparing yourself to him,” you beg. “I don’t want your brother.” 
“An’ you want me?” Joel chuckles darkly. “Old enough to be your dad.”
“You said you didn’t view me like a kid.” 
“No,” his brown eyes find yours, giving you the same look he gave you out on the road and before he kissed you that horrible day. “No, when I think about you, it ain’t -” he hesitates. “It's what any man would think.” 
You slide closer to him, your hip bumping the rock hearth, and murmur, “I don’t want any man, either.” 
Delicately, you rest a hand on his jean-covered knee. Your mind had changed. If he would keep opening himself up to you over time like this, he was worth the risk. Worth the heartache.
He's warm even through the tough material. A summer's day at the lake, and you desperately want to go swimming. Joel's large, deep eyes memorize your face, and the fire blazing beside you pales in comparison. 
“I can't. What if I fail you again?” His mind jumps to how close you were to being hurt. The fear shocking his body. The sound of your cry. “I don’t know how to be close to anyone anymore. And I’m-” his voice strains, but he raises his hand to touch your face. 
You close your eyes, inadvertently parting your lips as well. His thumb trails and pulls on your bottom lip. 
“I’ve killed innocent people,” he confesses, staring at your inviting mouth. "I’m not who I should be." 
His eyes snap back to yours as you open them, “I… had a daughter.” 
Joel’s eyes are watery, but he refuses to blink and let them spill. It’s Joel’s hardest confession and he does it purposefully while his brain is distracted. He needed you to know why he wasn’t right for you. Why he was stopping this.
 “So have I. And…” You pour your heart into your words, “I’m so, so sorry, Joel. Nothing I can say will ease that pain. I- I can't even imagine it." You picture Ellie. You squeeze his knee where your hand still lay, "But I’ll help you carry it all, if you’ll let me."
“Goddamn it,” he growls. “You’re not lettin’ me have any room, are you? Always have to fuckin’ argue.” 
His calloused hands seize your face, crushing his lips to yours. You mewl in surprise and the hand on his leg flies to his cheek. The kiss was never chaste, but then his tongue demands its way into your mouth and you reward him with a submissive moan. 
Joel feels his entire body ignite. His lips drag you to a state of arousal you'd only experienced in your dreams of him. His heat soaks into you, pooling below your stomach. 
Not close enough for you, you throw your leg over him, straddling him. 
He groans deliciously as you settle on his lap. He runs his hands up and down your back, your sides, wanting to map your body.
You grip his hair, as soft as you always knew it would be, and refuse to let the man breathe. Your kiss is as feverish as his, and both of you gasp around the other’s lips. You rock against him, feeling the hardness in his jeans. 
“Fuck,” his voice breaks along with any restraint he still had.
“Please,” you beg, plain need dripping from your voice. 
“Whatever y’want, baby,” he drunkenly promises into your skin, placing openmouthed kisses down your throat. “This gotta go, though,” he grumbles. He slides both hands up your shirt, removing it with a flourish. 
His undeniable desire for you goes straight to your soul: a desperate ache for him. He works your bra off and replaces it with his hardworking hands. You throw your head back in sheer ecstasy, but it’s still not enough. 
Returning to his perfect mouth, your hands fumble with his belt. You hear the clink of the belt buckle hitting the stone hearth underneath him. Without leaving your lips, Joel hooks your ankles around his waist and lowers you to his sleeping bag. 
He trails down your jaw. You hurriedly unbutton his flannel, wanting to feel his skin flush with yours. He lets you slide your jeans off, in fear you might remember the last time a man tried to remove them. 
But once they're gone, his hands skate along your hips and hook in your underwear. In a jumble of arms and material, Joel soon covers your nakedness with his own; his hard length throbbing against your hip.
“I can feel your heat, already,” he chokes, his voice gravelly. “Now, you gonna be quiet, or do I gotta cover this mouth of yours?” Joel’s thumb presses gently on your bottom lip again.  
“I’ll be quiet, Joel. Promise,” you widen your eyes in earnest. 
Joel groans, "Shit, woman." He ruts against you.
You lean to kiss his neck and jawline while your hands slide down his well-built body to cup him, stroke him. You make a small noise at the feel of him in your hands. He moans above you, dropping his head onto your shoulder, and you smirk.
“Are you gonna be quiet?” 
He grasps your wrist and pulls it away. “You keep doin’ that and this’ll be a short ride.”
Joel ruts against you again, this time across a spot he hadn’t before - and you jolt with the sensation. He does it again, mesmerized by the way you move. He lines up and teases you, the mere contact sending your eyes rolling. You dig your nails into his biceps.
“Joel, before- I just want t-” 
He stops you with a wet, filthy kiss. The throbbing between your legs has you rubbing against him for release. He erases your thoughts. Joel tilts his forehead to yours. 
“I know y’do.” 
As much as he fought it, worried about it, somewhere deep inside he knows exactly how you feel. He also knows he feels the same. 
Written across my fuckin’ forehead. 
But, unlike him, you'd never taken a break from loving things. You hadn't spent years denying that you were even capable of it anymore. He couldn't say it. But he could show it.
Your anxiousness melts away when Joel pushes into you slowly, savoring your expression. Total arousal and concentration have him screwing up his face. He can’t believe he’s doing this. For such a short amount of foreplay, you’re gushing for him. He almost gave this up over fear of letting you in? This with a woman who loves him? God, he is a coward.
“Don’t deserve this,” it’s a throaty moan as his hips meet yours. He looks down at the place he’s joined with you. 
What a fuckin’ sight, Joel feels the spark at the base of his spine and almost comes right there.
“Oh, fuck,” you thread your fingers back through Joel’s hair.
Your breasts press into his hard chest as you arch to accommodate him. It doesn’t even hurt, you’ve been so thoroughly turned on by him. You just need Joel as deep as he can be in you, in all possible ways.
He drags himself out, then slowly eases back in. You whimper with excited deviance at a man being inside you. Not just any man, either, as you’d told him moments ago. But Joel. Beautiful, emotionally fragile, powerful Joel who felt loyalty toward you, who protected you, who cared for you. 
He drops his mouth to bruise yours, overwhelmed by your reaction to him. His pace picks up until he’s holding your waist as you cling to him. You try to keep the need to be silent forefront, but it was so difficult with Joel surrounding you, forcing noises to exist. He clasps a large hand over your mouth.
He closes in over you, muttering, “How bad I wanna hear those noises. Wish I could hear how much you like it.” His hand slides up over your breast, manhandling slightly. 
“I thought about your hands,” you move his hand and admit in a whisper. "Thought about them all over me."
“Hm, did you?” His voice is thick with lust.
Before you can answer, he wraps his hand around your throat, and, watching your eyes, squeezes the sides carefully. Only enough to remind you how strong he is, how utterly safe you are with him. He kisses you again, possessively. 
It’s then that the tense pleasure building in your core snaps into an electric fire in your muscles. Writhing underneath him, he feels it, too.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he slows his thrusts while your body squeezes him. 
“Oh, my god, Joel,” you cry as quietly as you can. You’ll never get off him after this. 
It's the first time you've sung his name, and Joel knows he is well and truly fucked. He releases his grip and his thumb skates over your chin. You grasp his hand and kiss his knuckles. 
He arches your hips and shoves his balled-up jacket underneath you. Joel places a hand over your mouth and thrusts into you with barely-controlled force. 
You return your hand to your mouth so that your cry is muffled and distorted as he pushes inside you over and over. He rubs against a spot that makes you arch into him and decides that's his favorite. His thumb rolls over your sensitive mound and, combined with his filthy words, you feel him building another wave of euphoria. 
All you know is his name, repeated over and over in your mind to remind you that Joel is the one making you feel this good. That knowledge alone brings you back to the edge.
His lips are at your ear, and his accent is the strongest you’ve ever heard it, “Knew you’d be like this. Always throwin’ yourself at me. Darin’ me to fuck you. Wantin' me to do it,” he can’t help himself: he tenderly bites and sucks at your neck just below your ear. “Look so fuckin’ good underneath me,” he praises, his cadence clipped with exertion.
But Joel is tireless in his pursuit. Determined to show you how you make him feel. Determined to take what was already his. Hellbent on fucking you until it hurt to walk tomorrow. Shit, maybe he’d carry you. He felt free, wild. 
It’s the way he consumes your body with his hands, his lips, his tongue as he fucks you that has your mind reeling into another realm, or falls off a cliff, or wherever it is he sends you. Your body is as taut as a bowstring before it snaps the second time. Pleasure fills your bones, your veins.
“Y’still with me?” Joel presses a kiss to your lips. You feel yourself clench a final time around nothing. He sits back.
Absently, you run a hand along your stomach and feel a substance. You raise your eyes to his, and he grins sheepishly. It’s such an intimate smile, it hurts. He takes a shirt and wipes your skin.
“Sorry 'bout the mess. Wanted to pull out in time to come on the shirt or somethin’ but…” 
He takes your hand, helping you sit up, and kisses your chin, cradling your face. You kiss him with fervor, and he breaks it to finish, “But you’re too damn much.” 
“I’m never just right, am I?” You joke. You count on your fingers: “Too happy, too talkative, too argumentative, and now just too much.”
He grabs and kisses your fingers, saying huskily, “’s the way you should be."
"Put your clothes on," you laugh and follow your own advice.
"Yes, ma'am," he picks up his jeans and pulls them on without buttoning them, and you think about ripping them off and going for round two. You can see the brunette curls poking out invitingly.
He puts his undershirt on, then drags your sleeping bag to his. He unzips both bags to lay flat. A bed and a blanket.
"C'mere," he relaxes on the makeshift bed, holding an arm out to you.
After everything, this was what was going to make you cry? The sight of him, hair a mess, glowing in the firelight, enveloping you into his arms?
All those years staring at sunsets. Wish I could've been staring at this.
Tears prick your eyes as you kneel with him. He tucks you under his waiting arm and lies down, fitting you against him. His breath plays with your hair, and his hand trails up and down your arm soothingly.
"I thought this would never happen," you sigh.
There’s a moment of thought before Joel says, "Ah, shit. You were seventeen when-"
"Yep."
"Oh," he realizes you're a virgin. Or had been up until twenty minutes ago. He feels uncertain. "You okay?"
You laugh, "Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?"
"Wasn't really romantic."
"You and a fireplace? That's way more romantic than I would've asked for. I'd have been happy with you and a backseat or you and a tree."
You feel Joel's chuckle roll through his chest. He viciously revels in your words. All you wanted was him.
"That wasn't what I meant, though. I meant that I thought you'd never - that you didn't feel anything like I did."
"Mm," he tenses. "Course I do."
Communication was not his strong suit, and in this moment, he does not want to fuck anything up.
"Better for me to show you."
"And I prefer that any time," you praise him.
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"Fucking finally, holy shit."
Ellie stands above with folded arms and the smuggest smile you've ever seen.
"You guys must've been freezing down here because somehow you ended up all cuddled together and I know for sure you'd never do that willingly because you guys hate each other," she sarcastically monologs.
Your face feels like you held it above the now-dead fire.
Joel hasn't moved. Maybe he was pretending she couldn't see him.
In the night, the two of you must've rolled over, because you're curled around his back, arm slung over his side. Your nose had buried itself into the waves at the nape of his neck.
"Ellie?" You cover your eyes. "Shut the fuck up."
She just laughs.
"Now does this mean there will be more or less bickering? Because sometimes it's entertaining but sometimes, fucking hell, you guys really go at it."
Joel finally stirs, heaving a massive sigh. "You ain't gonna leave us alone, are you?"
Ellie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. "Should I?"
Joel shoots her a glare.
Ellie makes eyes at you and you know she wants to barrage you with questions. You suppose it'll come sooner or later, and it's better if Joel's not there.
"Joel," you start, not sure what to suggest, but then he sits up.
"I'm headin' outside."
The door closes as he tugs his jacket on, and Ellie looks at you with poorly-contained excitement.
"What the fuck happened?"
"Shhh! Shit, Ellie, it's not a big deal." You haven't decided how much you're telling her.
Her glare could kill a horse. "Not a big deal? It's Joel. Mr. Antisocial. And you've been pining after him this whole damn time."
You shush her again, "He's going to fucking hear you."
"You think he doesn't know?" She asks incredulously; your affection for him was so obvious that she thought even Joel couldn’t have missed it.
You exhale sharply, "No, he definitely knows that now. I mean he doesn't know how long. It's embarrassing."
"So, he… knows now?"
Shit.
You physically deflate. You'll have to tell her. She'll wheedle or smart it out of you eventually.
"We… worked it out."
Ellie starts laughing.
"You FUCKED HIM." She laughs harder at the new territory. It was funny, and kind of bizarre to have a man come into the picture after all of these years and change everything.
You can’t help but laugh resignedly, "Don't be so crass. You don’t need the details.”
“I don't want the damn details.” She looks nauseated at the thought. “I can’t believe I leave you alone for one night and you pounce on the poor man.”
“I didn’t pounce on him,” you retort, even though you literally did. “We talked about some shit that went down in the woods last week and… and some other things. It was a mature conversation. I hope the bickering will be much less.” Then you add, “But I wouldn’t count on that.”
“Just don’t forget I exist.” Ellie semi-jokingly requests.
“Ellie,” you stand and hug her tight. “Don’t even say that. It’d never happen.”
“I know. I guess if anyone had to be as wonderful as me, I’m glad it’s Joel.”
“It’s not a competition. I’m also happy to know you're not mad,” you chuckle.
"Mad? It's like I got a brother. A… much older brother." She makes a face at you. "More like a dad."
"You never heard of DILFs?"
"You're gross."
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wonusite · 2 years ago
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So, I just finished Fool For You. Emotionally? I am unwell. You did such a good job depicting Josh's feelings while still managing to make it incredibly hot as hell 😭 Talent, honestly. Mean, Dom! Joshua? A superior concept. I just want Josh to fuck me in a cheerleader uniform now so, thanks for that lmao
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STOP LITERALLY BLUSHING RN OMFG 😭😭😭
thank u for reading, i’m so happy you liked it ❤️
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riverswum · 3 years ago
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surely rewatching fma:b will fix all my problems
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sybilius · 2 years ago
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syb, mein schatzi, you need to take these away from me bc i fear i’m falling very deeply in love rn
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[an emotionally unwell sledge] 🌸💐💐
OH. OH NO HE IS SO FLUFFY--
Adjdjdhd thank you for writing in with these I feel deranged (positive) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years ago
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What happened Laura why are you on medication? 😮
ok so this is a biggie i’m sorry for bringing the mood down but i suffer with really bad social anxiety and severe depression (lol) pre-covid it was manageable but after all the lockdowns and other negative life changing events it just spiralled into something much more sinister and earlier this year i made an attempt on yknow and so i finally went to doctors and i’ve had a counsellor for a few months now it’s all going okay but my anxiety has gotten soooo much worse (i was cheated on by my bf of 4 years and left with the mortgage and all the bills just out of nowhere in feb) and basically i couldn’t leave my house without taking like 4 kalms pills in fear that i’ll run into him or the girl he left me for i had a panic attack when i saw his car parked down my street like a month ago it was a very toxic emotionally abusive relationship that’s left me with a lot of trauma and aaaaah it’s all so shit 2022 has not been kind to me really it’s been one of the worst years of my life and it’s only june lol. but i knew i couldn’t go on like that so my doctor and counsellor suggested anti depressants and anxiety medication and i’m almost 2 weeks into it now but it’s taking a toll on me while i adjust. please don’t feel sorry for me it’ll all be okay in the end and i’m very sorry for rambling but that’s basically the short of it i am very mentally unstable and unwell. i know you’re all super lovely and amazing so i’m comfortable sharing this with you guys but it’s still a very hard time for me rn... i’m so sorry for rambling and making literally everybody uncomfortable lmfao
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welcome-to-soupbowl · 2 years ago
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ingame flynn sprite, hand it over (#9) (and also #10)
⭐ - ooh okay!
the thing about their sprite (and their design in general) depends on which stage of progression they're in... i kinda have a whole narrative that involves them and my friends' ocs in my head ehehe
anyway here's each one, labelled accordingly:
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i'm thinking about making like. a more design accurate sprite of them (specifically the mid-late hard mode design) someday but for now... yeah
now as for how it’s changed over time ... i actually came up with designs for them before starting the playthrough i’m using them for so like. they were originally my interpretation of the default player character and i kinda thought they like. switched between masc and fem presenting but i kinda got attached to the fem presenting versions of them and kinda? used that for flynn i guess? idk i don’t really know how to explain it buuut yeah lol
they used to have a look that was like their post wof design but they wore a suit instead of the plain shirt but then i thought it wouldn’t make sense for them to dress that way story-wise so i scrapped it and tried to lean more into the “i’m too tired and emotionally unwell to fight monsters rn can i go home” vibe or whatever... but i did keep the goggles :]
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myheartissetinmotion · 4 years ago
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to quote elphaba thropp, MY HEAD IS REELING
I am. emotionally destroyed
EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR MANDY MOORE
my heart is literally racing rn and the episode has been over for quite a few minutes
SO. MUCH. HAPPENED. gotta try to put Actual Thoughts here
I absolutely love the Deb development; Bernadette Peters is once again and always phenomenal
Maggie’s storyline rn is so interesting to me
I just really love the development of that relationship (oh what I’d give to go on a cruise with those two)
the little pronouns exchange was so lovely and so important
all of the acting in this was just unbelievable. so vulnerable and real and ahhhhh
okay this episode had a lot of serious themes but I just have to get this out: MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN MACTOBIN
THE MEDITATION ROOM GIVES US A FANTASTIC SCENE ONCE AGAIN. I WILL BE SCREAMING ABOUT THIS AS LONG AS I LIVE
can we talk about that letter opener line bc-oh my god it’s perfection
they’re genuinely so good together and I hope they end up okay-there are a few lines hinting at Tobin’s insecurity that it might just be an “angry hookup” or bc they kissed after he said he hated Leif that might factor into it but. hopefully they can all be good with each other, I just love them a lot
and the scene with him and Leif was just pure joy and I missed seeing them so much-they’re such good friends and they care so much about each other and ahhhhhh
THE JUMPING UP AND DOWN
also it’s fascinating to see a return to “We’re Gonna Freakin Do This, I’m Very Sure That This Office Will One Day Be Mine” Leif
was the shot with his legs on the table a callback to ipasoy or am I just overthinking this bc we’ve barely seen him for the past few episodes? who knows, anyway, he’s a fascinating character and I love him so much
okay time to Get Into The Drama
first order of business: Alex Newell and David St. Louis deserve every single award ever made
that storyline destroyed me and it’s so nuanced and real and my GOD this show
also?!?! unwell?!?! sir how do you do that
now the elephant in the room: Zoey, ma’am, I love you more than life itself but idk how you’re gonna get out of this one
my show choir did New York State Of Mind a few months before the pandemic hit and that song has meant everything to me since then; Skylar’s rendition was incredible
I am so nervous about the implications for...every single relationship
Jane Levy is the queen of acting
don’t stop me now was a BOP AND A HALF
John Clarence Stewart and Katie Findlay...ilysm
SHE IS STATIC ELECTRICITY!!!
does she still have feelings for Max? is it just the loss thing that the therapist (and most of the fandom) predicted? is Simon eventually getting sidelined (please god don’t let that happen)? what about Rose? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
also I want to go on a cruise with Maggie and Deb
I really hope the gambling thing doesn’t become a real addiction; it’s good that it worked out (and rich girl was such a vibe, my friend and I are dying to recreate it)
Mackenzie’s outfit was once again off the charts
have I already said this a large number of times? yes. am I gonna say it again? yes here goes HEY SIRI HOW DO I BECOME MORGAN TAYLOR CAMPBELL
I feel so much for Mo; that relationship seemed so real and I can’t imagine being told that being your truest self is causing your partner pain
okay speaking of tears WE GET MITCH NEXT WEEK?!? HEALTHY, UP-AND-RUNNING, WONDERFUL AND SUPPORTIVE MITCH? I’M GONNA S O B
also WHAT THE 🎸 WAS LEIF’S HAIR EVEN DOING-I am very very intrigued
so much has to be done in just two episodes and I’m terrified but so ready to be taken on this ride
please renew this show. please let me be part of this show. everyone go vote in that poll a million times because this is life and this is what needs to be on television
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mimik-u · 4 years ago
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“Fragments” Thoughts:
I already know this episode is going to give me psychic damage because it starts with Greg and Bismuth looking woefully at the damaged van before the camera pans out to Steven staring depressively from the porch.
ARGH, PEARL BLAMING STEVEN FLR THE WRECK. I MEAN, YEAH, IT WAS TECHNICALLY HIS FAULT, BUT ALSO, PEARL, HE IS OBVIOUSLY TRAUMATIZED AND IN NEED OF HELP??? LIKE????????????
This is the worst take from Pearl I’ve heard in a long ass time, lmao. (But okay, I actually don’t think it’s the take itself but the accusatory tone. It’s not what Steven needs rn.)
“LEAVE ME ALONE!” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Oh, God. Steven slows the Gems down so they can’t catch up to him. 😭😭
“So... what you’re saying is that you’re here for a REMATCH.” JEIDODJSJSJSSJSJSJS. JASPER, I LOVE YOU.
Oh, my go d. The background of the sky after Jasper and Steven leave the cave. That is absolutely gorgeous.
Jasper openly admitting that she channels her anger and power into her fists is honestly pretty emotionally vulnerable. It contextualizes all her fighting; she’s angry all the time.
Oh, noooooooo. Don’t take advice from Jasper, Steven. Idoesjjsdjjdns, she has the emotional processing skills of a spoon.
Steven immediately kissing the tree he just punched is so good. I love this boy.
JASPER ATTACKING THE GRASS AGAIN DJDIDIEODODODODDIIDDIDIDIDIDIDJDJ.
She’s literally just a big ass cat who lives in a cave. A Warrior Cat if you would.
Haha, I’ll see myself out.
“Quit helping the local ecosystem recover!” KWOEODDJNDJDJSJS
Jasper harshly throwing Steven to the ground takes me straight back to what we learned from “Growing Pains.” 😭 God, if this boy gets so much as a scraped knee anymore, I’ll be thinking about that episode in hindsight.
Jasper goading Steven into fighting... this is a dangerous game. All her opponents (who haven’t been fusions) have largely been weaker in her. This is her literally going up the equivalent of a powerful god. And when your modus operandi is to fight and fight and fight without caring who you hurt or if you get hurt, well, those are the only two logical consequences that remain.
“Lesson One: Stop smiling!” WJDIDIDIIDDIJDJD.
“But I’ve seen you smile?” EJEIXIDX, OH NO SHE FUCKING JUST KICKS HIM. Priyanka Maheswaran’s voice is just going to play in my head now every time Steven is roughly handled like Professor Oak telling me that there’s a time and place for riding my bike but now now.
OH, THE RISING SUN BACKGROUND. THE CREWNIVERSE IS POPPING OFF THIS EPISODE.
Training montage!!
GOD, JASPER’S JUST ENGAGING WITH HIM SO VIOLENTLY. I CAN’T.
DROPPING HUGE ASS ROCKS ON HIM.
JAJDJDJS, Jasper kicking him out of the cave during the night.
The boy builds himself a little lean-to!!!
OH, the slow-mo of Jasper using her Sonic power while Steven nyooms past her is so good.
ARGH, Steven’s been out here so long that he’s growing stubble. He’s genuinely just up and disappeared for days.
BUFF FUCKING STEVEN?????????????
JOCK S T EVNE?
I CAN’T COMPUTE
OH, MY GOD IT’S JUST BEEN THREE DAYS.
Jasper being low key proud of the little asshole she’s making, lmaoooooo
Steven kissing his muscles KEIDJSJSJS. “I didn’t teach you that.”
Ugh, omg, and even the thunderstorm backdrop is gorgeous. Wow.
“You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a good rock around here.” AWiekdidjdjejsjsijsj
The shot of Jasper’s hair blowing before she smirks a little to herself is really beautiful. 😭
Steven sustaining a direct blow to the head from Jasper’s helmet reminds me of that other time he sustained a direct blow to the head from Jasper’s helmet. 😭😭
Steven laughing maniacally as he gains the upper hand in battle is so distressing on, like, so many fucking levels 😭
“I’ve sent so many messages, but he hasn’t replied.” :((
“Steven! Where have you been?” / “We’ve looked everywhere for you.” It’s the cracks in both of their voices that undo me. 😭
I WAS SPOILED ON THE FACT THAT HE SHATTERED HER, BUT MY GOD, THE SIGHT OF HER SHARDS IN HIS PALM IS VISCERAL.
GO D.
“Jasper, I’m sorry... please, come back.”
JASPER FUCKING BOWING TO HIM
“MY DIAMOND.”
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FU
I’m unwell.
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boyduroy · 3 years ago
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hi
my parents took my cat to be put down today. on top of physical illness i'm emotionally unwell too. i'm trying to work on requests and such to distract myself from dwelling on it but i'm kind of drifting rn
please be gentle with me
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beautifuldarkmind · 3 years ago
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Thank you for your response! It’s nice to know I’m not alone.
I mean I have been tempted to go private for a while, but it’s scary giving money to someone when there’s no guarantee it’ll go well. And assessments like that are expensive and I don’t currently work. I’m on work benefits, but I have a feeling that might end soon because I have an appointment with them soon and I literally haven’t looked for any work…so I think they might stop paying me. Had a bit of a breakdown about that last night and thinking about it is making me anxious, so moving on!
Yeah, I think my parents definitely invalidate my struggles. They care much more about physical illness than mental illness. As I said (I think), they barely bat an eye if I say I’m su*cidal, but if they found out I s*lf harmed they suddenly start to be concerned a bit? But then again, they don’t ever address why I did it, they just want to stop me doing it. It’s to the point where I might be physically ill rn and I’m actually kinda wishing it is smth bad so that for once in my life, someone cares about me being ill. Which is disgusting and twisted but that’s how I feel.
I’ve tried telling my parents many times that I’m struggling, but I guess they just assume I’m them because my dad will say it’s social anxiety, my mum will say everyone experiences it. Then when I told them about how stressed the work thing made me, they just told me that’s life. (Then when I brought it up in an angry convo with my mum, she denied it and said I was just remembering stuff negatively.)
And now I’m stuck becoming way too stressed over a text message and getting irrationally upset over mouldy bread. It sucks. Last night I flicked between incredibly anxious and upset to completely angry to slightly angry to okay in the same like 30-45 minutes.
Anyways, idrk what this ask is lol. I hope you’re having a nice day. <3
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Yes invalidation is really bad, people don't realise how detrimental it is to our mental health but it literally puts the idea of not being good enough into our heads, cos even our parents wont value us. They always want to shrug it off as something minor right? your parents sound exactly like mine!
The stress of how you're feeling can make you physically ill too, I became really unwell last year its why I seeked help because I didn't understand why everything was so emotionally painful? I'm someone who likes to pretend shit doesn't bother me so I was making it even worse for myself.
I really hope you get the answers you're looking for but it seems like you're already on that journey and you are self aware and know what you need. It's hard but if you need anyone to speak to I'm always here!
Hope you're keeping well <3
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