#please dont repost on other sites!

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You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light

Who I love, that I cling to

In the belly of the empty night

[dennisboobs]

i scanned all of the always sunny scripts i bought and put em in PDF form, go nuts

[8lood8ath-8irthday]

the sillies

[velvetwyrme]

Hey! I just wanted to let you know that somebody has posted your comic sans comic on reddit in the Undertale subreddit as well as the general comic subreddit. They’ve credited you in the comments and everything, but I just wanted to give you a heads up in case they didn’t ask you first/if you’re not cool with it.

... Huh. Thank you for letting me know- I don't use Reddit, so I had no idea :')!!

They didn't ask, and I'm not a fan of reposting, but I do appreciate the credit (and the fact that they have been correcting people on That One Panel)

Honestly, I'm not sure how to feel about this!! On one hand I'm flattered that it was... "cool" enough to get shared to another site, but on the other hand I'm a little miffed that it was reposted in the first place?

I... is there even anything I can do here?? What is Reddit etiquette? I know reposting is pretty common there, and I'm not really inclined to report them or ask them to take it down if that's part of the post economy/ecosystem, you know?

Thank you again for letting me know, but I uh. have no idea what to do about this!

[devillime]

New year new artwork

So I drew my mc and the others in the Nightbringer style

THESE ARE UNOFFICIAL SPIRITS OF THEM I MADE THEM PLEASE DONT REPOST THIS ON OTHER SITES

[etoiile]

1,2,3, EYES ON ME

starring bachira meguru!

synopsis: your boyfriend has noticed that you have some problems with eye contact

notes: RAHHH IN MY DOWNFALL ERA 😭 i cannot write at all rn and i actually forced this piece out of me and its so bad i cannot but i have to post SMTH bc nothing has been posted on this blog for WEEKS ITS A GHOST TOWN HERE

"hey, why do you always do that?"

"huh?"

"that." bachira replied. "you always look away whenever i compliment you."

"oh," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing your hand against the nape of your neck. "i dont know, it's just kind of embarrassing sometimes, y'know?"

"embarrassing?" he looked at you, puzzled. "how is that embarrassing?"

you sighed lovingly as you played with his pretty hair absentmindedly. "you don't know because you have no sense of shame, love."

he grinned stupidly. "yep! but the thing is, baby, i want to be able to reallyyyy see you when i give you a compliment. so, we're gonna practice!"

you stared at him. "what do you mean, practice?"

he sat up and turned to face you. "'m gonna shower you with love, and you're gonna look me in the eye the whoooole time!" he grinned.

you groaned. "meguru, this is so cheesy. and stupid. 't's no big deal, it's just a little embarrassing."

bachira wouldn't hear it, though. "hey, baby? you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen, you know that?"

your cheeks erupted and by instinct, you averted your gaze elsewhere, flustered.

"a-ha! see, you DO need practice!" he teased gleefully. "my baby's so flustered, awww!"

you groaned as you buried your face in your hands. he was so stupid. like, so, so stupid. why were you doing this?

suddenly, he grabbed your wrists and pulled them away, revealing your red cheeks. he gently guided your chin to look at him, and said, "seriously, i think you're the love of my life. i love you. like crazy."

your face, if not already, was heating up like crazy as he stared into your eyes lovingly. "...i love you too?" you mustered out, not really knowing what else to say.

he just grinned and pulled you into his chest, letting you feel his annoyingly steady heartbeat.

"i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

© 𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

[just-null]

It's come to my attention that some people have been reposting and using my art for their profile without proper permission or credit.

Don't repost my art.

I didn't mind at first, but people are causing trouble and harrassing others, and I don't want anything of mine or myself being associated with it.

As a reminder, the only social media accounts I have are Tumblr, Twitter, and bluesky. Nothing else. If someone has my art as their pfp on another site or something similar, it's not me!!

PLEASE DONT HARRASS PEOPLE?? ITS NOT COOL AT ALL???

[mystery-star]

Sure Bet - Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral) 

Warnings: swearing 

Words: 2277

A/N: Just a short idea I’ve head when reading @sachiko1309 's Spock fanfiction yesterday. Hope you don't mind me tagging you, no need to read if you dont' want to lol.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms! 

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“What?!” your friend and Captain almost exclaimed, making most of the people in the rec room look at you. Sometimes being with Jim when he was drunk wasn’t fun. “You mean you never kissed someone?” he took another sip from his drink as if to overcome the disbelief. 

“Of course I did” you defended yourself “It just only were people that I was in a relationship with” and you only were in your second relationship so there was that. 

“Well, we gotta change that” he said with a conspirational glance to his friend Bones. You too glanced at the doctor but he didn’t seem as enthusiastic and said he wouldn’t want to force you to do anything. “No, no that’s not what I meant” he looked back at you “We just should make it... attractive for you” 

“Meaning what?” 

“Well....” he rubbed his nose “let’s say that next time you come to the bridge to deliver a report, you can kiss someone on the bridge. And if you do, I swear I will wear a female uniform with a skirt for three days” 

“You mean kiss someone while on duty?” he shrugged 

“Better than while being drunk, huh?” you raised your eyebrows. Not because you disagreed with the whole idea. After all, your current relationship was with Commander Spock after all who did work on the bridge. 

“And what if I won’t kiss anyone?” 

“Then I’d say the next drinks are on you” 

“The drinks on the ship are free” you reminded him  

“I meant back on a planet or so. What say you?” he finished his drink. 

“I mean... just three days? Does the time you wear it depend on who I kiss or how I kiss them?” 

“Okay here’s the rules. The kiss has to be on the mouth. If you kiss someone you’re friends with it’s gonna be three days. If it’s someone else or you know... making out, I’ll wear it for a week. Also you can’t kiss me. I don’t count. Or Bones if he’s there. But anyone else” 

“We’re not including Spock in this are we? He’d not only find it very illogical but probably also finds a dozen rules that forbid this” Leonard asked and Jim turned to him 

“Tell you what Bones, (Y/N) actually has the guts to kiss him, I wear the dress ten days” trying to hide your smile you nipped at your drink. After all he would definitely be the one you kissed. Not your fault if no one knew of your relationship and Jim was raising the stakes himself.  

“You’re on” you said. “But it hasn’t to be tomorrow. In the course of the week” 

“Deal” 

- 

The next day you needed to deliver a report to the bridge but to your dismay the Captain was nowhere to be seen. Well, now you had to come back another time. 

“Yeoman?” you heard Spock ask from the Captain’s chair 

“I have the reports, sir” you told him “I was just wondering what to do since the Captain isn’t here. Do you think it’s possible I’ll leave them for him and pick them up later? Or will you sign them?” you hoped he’d say no to the latter. 

“According to the Captain he should be back shortly”  

“Alright” you said, almost thrusting the PADD into his hands “I’ll come and get them back in a bit”  

“Very well” Spock said and you gave a nod, stepping back into the turbolift and letting out a deep breath when it went down. Part of you wished it would already be over. It wasn’t the kiss you were nervous about but Spock’s reaction. Not because you had agreed to keep the relationship a secret, in fact you were planning to let others know soon but to just do it so sudden and kiss him so openly when you hadn’t shared that many kisses - Vulcan or human ones – before. 

- 

When you returned to the bridge an hour later Bones was there too and you weren’t sure if you were happy about it or not. Sure he would give you hell for kissing Spock but you also knew how much he would tease Jim when you did. 

“Yeoman” the Captain greeted you “I bet you’re here for the reports” 

“I am. But not just that” you added the second part a little quieter. He handed you the PADD and as was regulation you quickly checked the signature before giving a nod. Instead of leaving directly as you usually did, unless there was something else you had to do on a particular day, you decided to walk a short circle on the bridge so your two friends wouldn’t know who you’d kiss right away. Oh, you could feel almost all eyes on you because even those that didn’t know of the bet were wondering what you did but suddenly you found you didn’t care. Of course the only who didn’t seem to have noticed what was going on was Spock. Only when you stopped in front of him did he look up and you threw a quick last glance to Jim and Bones, the first looking a little pale and it wouldn’t have surprised you if he jumped up at that moment and retreated from the bet in that moment. 

“Is there something you require from me, Yeoman?” Spock asked.  

“Kind of” you said quietly and looked at him “I know this may be a bit weird and illogical and I’m sorry” you heard Bones snort but there was a huge smile on his face. Slowly you placed your hands on Spock’s arms, slowly leaning in because even if you were in a relationship you would not force him into a kiss just for a bet. He didn’t move and still stood there ramrod straight. But not because he was not okay with what you were doing, this was a different kind of stiffness. More one of confusion. You got onto your tiptoes and when he realized what you were going to do and didn’t pull back, a sign he wasn’t in the mood for a kiss you ignored his questioning ‘Yeoman’ and placed your lips on his. Of course he didn’t do much to respond but it wasn’t that he did nothing because he leant closer and his hands went to your hips. 

“That’s not fair!” Jim’s yell made you break apart and your boyfriend was quick to get a professional distance to you again but there still was some fondness and confusion in his glance.  

“Might I inquire the reason for this seemingly spontaneous display of affection; in public nonetheless?” he had lowered his voice, obviously not wanting the others to hear. You gave a shrug not wanting to tell him the truth right now. 

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or something but... I just wanted to. And you said you’re okay with letting others know so... well. Might not have been the best moment” he raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything for a while 

“Wait a moment” Bones said “Am I missing something there?” he pointed at the two of you and now everyone was looking even more intensely if that even was possible. But you were glad that no one said anything at least. “Are you two...?” you glanced at Spock to see if he was okay if you confirmed 

“Doctor, I believe question is lacking the inquired element” 

“Don’t make me say it, pointy. Are you two.... you know...?” he made a gesture with his hand 

“I must admit that I am not familiar with sign language and therefore still could not understand what exactly you wish to find out” of course your boyfriend seemed the only one who was still unaware of what Bones was trying to ask and even though you felt bad for him it made you also feel better because maybe the kiss now didn’t' seem too strange anymore 

“A thing okay?” the doctor spat “Dating. Courting. Seeing each other. Having an affair.” 

“While I cannot fully differentiate between all of these human terms for being in a relationship you are quite correct doctor” 

“You knew this” Jim shouted at you 

“Why yes,” you answered “seeing that I am in the relationship it’s obvious that I know of it” 

“I’m not gonna say how much you just sounded like Spock” Bones muttered making you smile. Meanwhile other bridge members were starting to congratulate you or ask question as to how and when you got together. Somehow you were glad that Spock reminded them that they still were on duty and this was something they could discuss after the shift. The Captain then made it an order that everyone got back to work 

“That goes for you too, Yeoman” you only nodded and then left the bridge. 

- 

Early the following morning Bones was at your door 

“What is it?” you asked, fearing there was some kind of emergency 

“Nothing, I just figured you might like to come to the bridge and see to it that the Captain honors his part of the bet” 

“Oh right” you smiled “give me some minutes to get ready” of course the topic you talked about on the way to the bridge was your relationship with the First Officer. Luckily the way wasn’t that long that you could only answer three questions and then were on the bridge. Jim wasn’t here yet, which was good because you needed to see the other’s reactions. Spock seemed confused what you were doing here because your shift only would start in an hour. 

“Just watch and see Spock, this is gonna be good” Bones said with a smirk. After a couple of minutes that seemed like an eternity, the door to the turbolift opened and out of it stepped Jim Kirk, in a short sleeved, yellow female skirt-uniform with his coffee in his hands 

“Keptain on...” Chekov started and then let out a hiccup and others too were staring at the Captain. Some tried to hide their smiles, others pretended they were focused on their screens and not looking at all and Spock of course commented it with the raise of an eyebrow. 

“Good morning” Jim said nonchalantly, obviously trying to play it cool and sat down on the chair, trying to adjust the skirt making you giggle. “Is there a problem?” he asked staring daggers at the people who looked at him. 

“You look lovely Jim” Bones chocked out before laughing and it broke the spell and almost the whole bridge crew did the same.  

“How come?” Sulu asked nodding at his superior’s uniform. 

“You can thank Spock being in a relationship for that”  

“Captain, I fail to understand how my relationship correlates with your choice of clothing, especially seeing that both your demeanor and tone suggest you are neither comfortable nor pleased with it” 

“Spock tell me isn’t there a Starfleet regulation against bets?” oh no he was not getting out of this and you threw a glance at Spock but luckily he was already citing the relevant articles, saying that bets per se weren’t forbidden and only gambling or making bets while on duty or cheating were not allowed as well as hosting big tournaments on a Starfleet facilities even with an official license and the like. “That’s not helping. There’s gotta be something. Like... holding back information and making me raise the stakes” 

“I would believe the term is a ‘bluff’ which is permitted during gambling or making bets. It is up to the participating individual to determine the stakes as well as the decision to withdraw should uncertainty arise. Once the wages are made however, I believe it is imperative for humans that they do not withdraw” 

“Tell him Spock” Bones cheered, making the Commander glance at him. 

“Well, then tell me Spock isn’t it highly illogical to make a bet about a we wearing another uniform if (Y/N) kisses someone?” 

“Yes Captain, I do agree. However, as I have noticed previously humans tend to take a multitude of illogical actions. In this particular case, while I do not know all the facts, I believe that it would be met with societal disapproval should you retreat. Especially seeing that you are the Captain of this ship and therefore vowed to uphold proper conduct and be a role model” 

“Spock, I think that’s the first time I wholeheartedly agree with you. Couldn’t have said it better” 

“Fuck it Spock. I don’t think this uniform is proper conduct or being a role model. Do tell, is there any regulation that forbids to wear a wrong uniform?” 

“The Starfleet Uniform Code clearly states that each commissioned officer or cadet must wear a proper and official uniform displaying the correct colors and rank of their current position. A certain degree of personalization may be permitted under a superior officer, such as wearing cultural or personal jewelry but must be met with approval in some cases. Since there is no article that restricts certain uniform types to a specific gender or even species and you yourself have authorized such personalizations, I can assure you that your choice of uniform does not deviate from any regulation” 

“In plain speech Jim, no way of arguing your way out of there” Bones ‘translated’.  

“Oh, just you wait” the Captain growled “I’m so gonna get back at you for this. And at (Y/N) and Spock too. You better watch your backs” Spock threw you a glance, obviously not sure what Jim meant and you only gave a shrug, deciding this was your time to take your leave from the bridge. 

[3dimensionaldoodlin]

i like the siffrin

rendering practice, no background/post processing below the cut.

please dont repost to other sites ty

the creatura

[spikesbunny]

Anonymous asked:

HOWDY I was wondering if you’d write for Arlecchino with a fem reader that’s ovulating and it extremely frisky? If not just ignore this! I’m ovulating rn and it’s the only thing I can think of

♥︎ NEEDY NEEDY! ♥︎

+ warnings: sub reader, reader is ovulating, arle fucks you on her desk, strap-on used, wlw smut!!

+ wc: 0.4k

+ note: hey nonnie! i lovee this req sm hehe, im ovulating too and i totally agree with this mindset, hope ya enjoyyy <3

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

"arleeee" you whine, wrapping your hands around her back. your girlfriend sat at her desk, poised and working away at whatever paperwork she had.

"yes, darling?" she coos, her pale face turning to kiss your warm cheek.

"are you okay, youre burning up" she ask, her hand placed on your head.

"mm, arle, you look so goddamn sexy right now" you purr out, thighs rubbing together in your skimpy skirt.

arle looks at her calendar, and it clicks. you were ovulating. the skimpy outfit and sudden neediness add up.

she clears the desk, patting the wood for you to climb up. "come on, ill take care of you"

you giggle excitedly, climbing onto the desk and discarding your skirt. your girlfriend kneels in front of you, her fingers pulling aside your panties, exposing your soaked core.

"archons, all this all ready? dont even gotta finger you much" she observes, delving a slender finger into your creamy cunt.

"mm, arle~" you moan, hips desperately trying to meet her hand.

"youre going to be fine, love, calm down" she responds, pressing a kiss to your head as she grabs the strap, adjusting it onto herself. arle once again delves two fingers into you, withdrawing them and wiping your slick onto the synthetic cock, eyeing as you watch her intently.

"be good for me, hm?" she coos, lining herself up, wasting no time in diving in. her hips meet yours, and mewls of approval spill from your lips like honey, sweet and addicting.

"shh, doll, we're in my office, remember? what if a servant comes by~" she whispers, nibbling your earlobe as her thrust grow faster and deeper, hitting right where you craved her.

"arle, so good!!!" you groan, burying your face into her neck, the scent of her cologne fueling the knot growing in your stomach. you loved everything about her, especially her cologne, and whenever you ovulated, you searched for that comforting and enticing scent.

the strap pounds into you, the sounds of sex filling her office as you approach your climax, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap any minute.

her hand that wasnt gripping your hip finds your clit, rubbing circles and adding to your hightened pleasure. with a few more thrust, you cum, your juices dripping down arle's work pants and your thighs, coating the strap.

she kisses your forehead, throwing you her sweater. "go clean yourself up in my bathroom, and ill take care of the mess out here, hm?"

your cravings had been quenched for now, but you both knew youd be back for more later.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

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My sweet bat boy

[side-of-honey]

Heyy everybody how's it going. I've been working on this for MONTHS I'm so happy it's done ToT Basically it's a redraw of an old sketch I made a couple years ago except with like 3x more characters and much more effort :"D I am also the only person on earth who is able to name all of them but kudos if you can get close :) My own little love letter to a bunch of things I think are super cool <3

Koen(bnuuy) is from @dream-trail-rpg

Akari(camera) belongs to @twipsai

Also reminder that you MAY NOT REPOST MY ART ON THIS OR ANY OTHER SITE. Thanks.

Please dont like without reblogging or ill cry /hj

[misserabella]

stray pt2

joel miller x fem! reader

< previous chapter next chapter >

summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3!¡ either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<3

warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS. and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff.

warnings for chapter 2; guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, tension, arguing, cursing, a very sarcastic ellie, angst, mourning, reckless activities…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

You came back home the next night, your keys jingling and fumbling with the locker ‘till you finally managed to open it.

“Fuck.” you stumbled inside with wobbly legs and heavy shaky breathing. You silently groaned as you closed the door, ignoring the crimson staining left on the handle. You were sweating heavily, whole body aching and heavy. You hissed when you stumbled on your feet and leaned on the wall to not fall, your scrapped forearm and elbows all scratched up and bloody. “Shit, fucking hell.” you cursed, your bad side hitting the hard surface and making you see colors in the dark from the pain.

“y/n?” your cursing stopped when a voice called out for you. “Is that you?” gruff, deep voice.

The stray. Joel. Shit.

You ignored him, quickly dragging yourself to your bathroom and collapsing onto the sink. The light made you squint your eyes. Your blurry vision took in your hands, stained in the blood that seeped out of your side.

You quickly pulled up your white tank top, looking at the big and deep slash that decorated your skin. It was bleeding. Bleeding a lot. And it hurt like hell. You had been lucky, making it out alive through an emergency scape after having been surrounded by clickers.

“y/n.” you heard Joel’s voice on your left as you fumbled with the first-aid kit, getting out the alcohol and stitches. His breathing got caught up on his chest when his eyes met your beaten up body.

“Pretty sight, huh?” you sarcastically said as you bit down onto your tank-top, keeping it up for your to clean the wound.

“What happened?” he inquired as your shaky hands took the bottle of alcohol and opened the cap. You didn’t answer, instead taking a sharp breath as you quickly poured it right onto the the cut. You hissed at the feeling, your already dizzy mind spinning due to the pain that shook your bones. Your legs buckled and you stumbled to your right.

Joel was quickly to catch you, and you pushed one of your hands onto his chest, getting upright once again. “I’m fine, fuck.”

“You are not. You’ve lost too much blood.” Joel fought with you.

“Get fucking lost. I can take care of myself.” you spat and he sighed.

“I’m sure you can.” and he truly believed it. “But right now you’re barely standing up and you’re gonna pass out if we don’t stitch the wound up.”

You scoffed. “ ‘We’? I don’t need your help.” you pushed him away and sat down on the toilet seat, your muscles aching at the effort. You had the needle and the thread of the stitches on your hand to start. But as you tried and pass the the thread through the loop of the needle’s head, you found your hands unable to stop shaking, making it really fucking hard and making you curse out loud. “Fuck.”

Your hands got suddenly covered by a much big and rougher ones, your tired eyes finding Joel’s. He took the needle and thread for you, passing the thread through it with his calloused and calm fingers. He got on his knees with a careful look in his eyes, disinfecting his hands with the alcohol. Your own stopped him with a pant. “I’ll do it.” you swallowed, your vision blurring and head pounding.

“You can’t.” he answered, simply, truthfully. ‘Cause it was true. You couldn’t do it in this state.

“I can.” but you were stubborn, and didn’t want any type of help. His help.

“If you don’t let me do it you’ll bleed out.” and he was right. You had lost too much blood already. He rose his eyebrows at you. He was calm. Trying to make up your mind.

You gave him one last look before you relaxed against the toilet and let his hands go with a pant and he silently got closer.

You tried to keep your eyes open, but when the needle pinched your skin and the pain flourished on your body your vision turned black.

-

When you woke up, you had been softly placed on the sofa, all your wounds disinfected and bandaged up. You could hear the flip of a lighter, the sizzling of a cigarette.

You groaned when you sat up, the sting on the wound on your side making you grip the blanket that covered you.

Your eyes bumped with the side profile of Joel, who was smoking a cigarette on your balcony, seating on the same chair you had left him the other night. His cheeks hollowed as he took a hit, his jaw tightening and chest rising as he breathed. You took your time to take in his hard edges and his softer ones, his hair, his arms…

“You got a spare one?” his eyes found yours when you spoke up.

“You’re up.” he noticed, more like stated.

You hissed when you got up, still just the slightest dizzy. “Barely.” you muttered as you stepped out onto the balcony, taking your spot on the leftover chair.

“You should eat something.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me the fucking cigarette.” you huffed, and he shook his head, taking them out of his pocket. He even lit it for you.

“What happened?” he inquired and you sighed, your eyes on the dark streets. You could hear some dogs barking in the distance.

“A mistake.” you answered. “Got surrounded by fucking clickers for it.” you took a hit of your cigarette flicking it to let the ashes fall from its end.

“Did you at least get what you were looking for?”

“I did.” he nodded, tapping his own cigarette. “Why were you up?” you asked after a couple of minutes in silent.

“Couldn’t sleep.” he simply answered and you nodded, falling back into silence.

You finished up your cigarette and got up the table, entered the flat and took a shower.

-

The next day rolled up pretty slow. Long hours of reading through pages of work offers and talking through your walkie-talkie for new missions from the nearest and biggest city.

Eddie had woken up at about 9AM, finding you seating on the floor with your braided wet hair and working on a little electricity generator that you had found on the mall, where you had sneaked into and been attacked.

If you managed for it to work, and found a way to hook it up to the solar plackets on the town houses, you’d be able to maintain the fence electrified at all hours without having to burn off all your gasoline on it. Then traveling would be easier, you’d get faster to the city.

“What the hell happened to your face?!” Ellie suddenly screamed, spitting out the water back onto the glass she had grabbed. “And your arms… And you body…?” she pointed at your whole body with furrowed eyebrows and you looked at her with a disgusted look by her spit all dribbled up in the cup.

“Oh, just wanted to change up the avatar a little bit…” you sarcastically said just to go serious again. “What do you think happened, brat?”

“What’s an avatar?” she said, confused.

“Forget it.” you said, going back to your screws. “Don’t you have anything to do? I don’t know, like learning how to read or something?” you asked her.

“Haha. Funny.” she rolled her eyes, jumping on the sofa on behind your back and slightly to your right. “Where’s Joel?”

“Hell would I know.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“What are you doing?” you rolled your eyes.

“Jesus Christ kid, you really talk, huh?” she shrugged her shoulders.

“You don’t like it when I talk?”

“Fuck no.”

She nodded, clicking her tongue. After just a mere seconds she started to hum, singing an eighties song.

“I don’t like you singing either.”

“Man, you’re rude!” she groaned, melting on the sofa and slowly falling onto your side, all really theater-like.

“And you’re annoying.” you sent back. Ellie crossed her arms on top of the tea table you were working on, looking at you putting the broken pieces back together and fixing the generator.

“I think you meant ‘charming’.” she smiled.

“I meant what I said.” you huffed.

“Where did you go?” she suddenly asked, and you understood she must be referring to last night.

“Shopping.”

“What did you buy?”

“A gun.” you lowly said, a hint of a very loudly ‘shut up’ hidden behind your words.

“Woah, you know what? It’s been a great chat. But I…, I gotta go. See you later!” she rushed out the door, closing it behind his back.

You smiled when you hear her quickly run down the stairs, but mostly to the fact that she has looked at her wrist while excusing herself… She didn’t have a clock on.

-

“Slow down Ellie, you’re gonna choke, Jesus Christ.” you heard Joel said as you approached Larry’s house, bag on your shoulders and the generator on your hand, ready to be plugged and completely fixed.

Ellie was basically inhaling her food, filling her cheeks with more bread even if she hadn’t finished munching on the one already in her mouth.

“Let her choke. At least then I won’t have to hear her talk.” you said taking a seat on the garden’s table, where everyone was seating. Ellie gave you a dirty look before going back to eating.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Larry, who was exciting his house with a pot full of soup in between his hands. Soup. Of course Larry would make soup on a day as fucking hot as this…

“I cut myself shaving.” you sarcastically answered, what made Larry roll his eyes.

Since it was this early on the morning, Lizzy was still on class at Mrs. Murphy, who was a teacher long before the infection and had insisted on giving classes to the kids in town. ‘Knowledge is power.’ That’s what she had said. You believed she was right of course, but without a gun and a lot of knowledge you wouldn’t make it real far in a world like this.

“Goddammit y/n.” you pushed his touch away when he tried to look at the side of your face, where a plaster stood hiding a cut, and later on at your beaten up and scratched arms.

“I’m clean. I’m clean, Jesus Christ.” you mumbled, calming him down.

“y/n, you can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna get hurt if you’re not careful.” Larry frowned and you huffed.

“I am being careful.”

“Yeah? This doesn’t look like careful to me.” he pointed at your wounds.

“They are just simple scratches. Besides, look what I got.” you placed the electric generator on the table for him to see. “It’s what you needed, isn’t it? If we connect it to the sun plackets we can use solar energy to keep the fence electrified at night instead of wasting gasoline.”

He took it in between his hands, a shocked expression taking over his features. “But- y/n, how did you get this? Where did you go?” you fell silent, avoiding his gaze and he gave you a serious look. “You went to the mall, didn’t you? God, y/n, you know that’s a restricted zone, it’s infested with clickers!” you sighed.

“I know. But I made it out perfectly fine. I brought some more bullets and guns from the police station, some clothes… Even new paint for Lizzy. For her birthday.” you said, and his eyes softened. “Larry. I’m fine.” you promised, and he sighed, rubbing his face. “Oh my god I think you just got a new white hair.” you pointed at his greying hair, and he smacked your hand away. “You, brat.” Ellie looked at you just to be smacked on the face by a pair of clothes that you threw at her. “Need my clothes back. Found this on the mall. Don’t care if they aren’t your size.” you said, looking the other way to completely ignore the smile that she gave you or the way Joel hadn’t stopped looking at you the whole time since you’ve gotten there. “Where’s my food?”

You dug in as soon as the food was served.

-

The afternoon passed on a blink, and before you knew it the night had come in. You were back at your apartment after having installed the generator right beside the fence, ready to start working when the last beams of sunlight disappeared.

You were sitting on the salon, Ellie right beside you reading a fucking comic that she must have found somewhere. It seemed to be that she had taken your ‘gift’ as a way you had to tell her ‘you’re not that bad’ —which it was absolutely mere delusions from her part— since she was now leaning against you, her head on your shoulder, which you pushed away every single time.

“Brat, use a fucking cushion will you?” you huffed, and she ignored you, humming as she read.

Joel left the bathroom with the same clothes that Larry had lent him two days ago, his hair still damp and dripping just the slightest.

“Ellie. It’s late.” he said after a look at the clock hung on your wall.

“But it’s only 10PM!” she whined, and Joel simply looked at her, making her huff and get up to go to your room.

“Ellie…” his voice warned her when she tried and sneak her comic with her, cursing a little ‘shit’ before bitterly turning around and handing it to him. He looked just like a father.

You didn’t speak, didn’t give him a word as you stood from your place and put down the book you were reading to go to the balcony. Sitting down.

After a few minutes, he too came out, his hands on his pockets to take out his cigarettes, but he stopped when his eyes met something on the table.

“ ‘S for you.” you said as you looked at the moon, lit cigarette in between your lips. Emotionless, detached. There they stood, new clean clothes, along with a new gun and bullets. “You need to get rid of your old ones, they fucking stink. Even after three washes.”

“Thanks.” he said nonetheless, kind of sarcastically too. “For your sincerity.”

“Always a pleasure.” you took a peak at him just to see him unbuttoning the tight stupid denim shirt Larry had lent him two days ago. You swallowed the cough of surprise that bubbled up on your chest. Your eyes took in the expanse of his chest, the strength of his arms and broad shoulders, his stomach…

You looked away as fast as you could. Ignore it. Smoke your goddamn cigarette and ignore him.

He put on his new shirt, this one a greenish color that matched perfectly with his sun-kisses skin and brown eyes. It was a perfect fit, not too loose but not too tight. Perfect to move around.

He sat on his chair, cigarette on hand. You had taken out the first-aid kit from the salon — where Joel had left it last night— to disinfect and redress your wounds. Joel stared at you, not making a face as you poured alcohol on your knees or elbows, even though he knew it must sting and hurt like a bitch. He looked at you with curious eyes. You were the first person he has ever met that was so… cold. Cold stone. Not even Tess was as hard as you were. So detached. You were like a shadow in the dark, like a ghost amongst a crowd of people. What must have happened to you to become like this? Where you always like this? Had this fucked up world made your skin thicker?

The last wound you had to take care of was the one cut on your cheek. It wasn’t really deep, just a mere scratch you had gotten when you had to break a window to scape from the mall and the glass had made contact with your skin.

Joel watched you struggle since you had no mirrors near to clean the cut.

Your eyes met his when he silently took the damp gauze from your hand, asking you with the brown of his eyes if it was okay. If you were okay with it.

You didn’t answer, instead, looking to your left to give him a better reach.

You closed your eyes when the gauze met your skin, the sting on your cheek just as powerful as his soft careful touch. It was as if he was cleaning porcelain. He took the liberty to even dress it, a white plaster on your skin to make sure no dust or dirt would get into the wound. Had he done it like that last night? Had he taken care of you so tenderly? So softly?

For the first time in years… Your heart felt the same ache you promised yourself wouldn’t give into again.

You got up from the chair when he had finished, his touch once again away from your skin. It was rushed, as if he was an infected and you needed to get away from him as fast as possible.

You put on your jacket on your way out, before you could open the door, your eyes meeting Laura’s room white one perfectly closed shut. You looked away with a bitter taste on your tongue and left your apartment with a stray left behind once again.

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