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valeriesseacrettumbler · 1 year ago

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WARNING- please read!!!! Ok so first off this is my first fic ever and I’m not proof reading alr it’s too much work. This is going to be a work in progress so if you have any suggestions for the story lmk. ALSO- this is basically a relationship fic, Joel x reader and I’m gonna try to make it as realistic as I can. No use of y/n. PROBABLY WITH INCLUDE SMUT in later chapters.

Tension

Word count- 1019

Summery- the threat to your safely in this decrepit world will never stop, hopefully you can find some protection in the hands of a stranger and his daughter.

Chapter 1/?

Pls lmk if y’all like!!!!:)

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“I’m not gonna say it again!”

The was no facade behind the confidence you were radiating. In front of you was a large, Middle Aged (although age was hard to tell now a days) man on his knees. Below him was your partner jack, sputtering and fighting to breathe as the stranger wound his hands tightly to jacks throat. You could see jacks straining was being filled with less energy. He was losing consciousness.

“One!”

*click*

The hammer on the 38 you currently had to the back of his head made the room heavy.

“Two”

A quieter tone this time, it was more personal and filled with pity rather than compassion.

Your finger shifted to the trigger as you heard the young voice of the other stranger plead.

“Joel please!”

She could not have been more than 15. That ws the hardest part, fully understanding what she was about to witness. It didn’t stop you or even induce hesitation but you knew she would be someone you would carry with you. Along with the plenty of other baggage you’d collected.

You prepared yourself with a quick shift in posture

“Thr-“

Surrender, finally, he threw his hands up so his fingers brushed by his ears. He lifted his left knee and pivoted so that he was facing you with Jack laying in front of him.

Somewhere after ‘two’ jack had fully passed out but the sudden access to air ripped him into consciousness. He immediately curled over into himself, coughing violently, a splatter of spit and blood coated the floor and his hands as he gasped for air.

You looked down at him for a split second to assess the damage, yet you never took your gun off the intruder.

“BACK UP!”

He began to stand but you quickly interjected.

“Stay on you knees and back up”

He did as you asked, putting about 6 feet between him and jack.

You took a few swift steps forward and belt down. With your free hand you grabbed jacks shoulder.

In a hushed tone

“Are you ok?”

At a lower volume he responded through a raspy and pained voice.

“Y..yeah”

A fit of coughing started as he ending the word.

You looked at the sides and back of his neck, that was definitely going to bruise.

You returned to ‘Joel’. There was a glimmer of hate in your eyes after seeing what he had done to jack.

“Who the fuck are you?

“I’m Joel and this is Elle”

He motions to the panicking girl to his right.

Earlier you had cuffed her to a radiator pipe in the corner of the room in an attempt to free yourself and deescalate the situation. Good thing too, if she had access to a gun you definitely wouldn’t be able to fend them both off.

“Ok” you introduce your self and your defeated friend.

“That’s a good start. We are just passing though. I would like to take our shit and go. If you can allow us to do that without resistance I would be greatful. If not, well if not is a very bad option.”

“We are just passing though as well, I just want to go our separate ways”

He seems genuine but all you have to go on is your gut.

“I am going to put this away *tilting your gun* if it’s alright with you but I need to know you’re not going to kill me as soon as I do.”

After a thick moment of silence, Joel spoke up.

“I won’t.”

“Will she?”

He turned to look at Elle, she didn’t show any response to the question, he turned back to you.

“No, she won’t”

You turn to look at her. You could tell she was seething with anger.

“Ima need to hear that from you sweetheart.”

“I fucking promise”

She practically spit it at you.

*hmmm* you take a swift inhale and release the trigger.

Slowly you lowered the weapon to your side. Waiting a moment before slipping it in its rightful place in a holster on you upper thigh.

Joel slowly rose and walked over to Elle with long strides, in concerned whispers she asked “are you ok?!”

He only nodded lifted up her right wrist to reveal a police grade set of handcuffs.

“Can I uncuff her?”

At this point Jack was on his feet and leaning on a bench behind you to offer as much support as he could.

Uhhh”yes of course”

It takes a moment to unclip the key but you eventually toss it to him.

There was a sliver of trust in the air so you tried to break the ice.

“Y’all headed North?”

You were met with silence except for a light nudge from jack. His way of saying wtf are you doing let’s get the hell out of here before we try and kill each other again.

You try again to engage the strangers

“I only ask because we are, and you know, 4 is better than 2”

You could hear the girl whisper somthing to Joel. “She’s right Joel, I think we can trust them”

“Yeah why’s that” he scoffed

“Because if they were going to kill us she would have shit you in the head about 10 minutes ago”

He knew she was right, he knew you were right and after a long pause and some deliberation he turned to you and Jack.

“Yes, we’re going north. My girl here seems to trust you.” There was some semblance of a question in his tone.

“ listen we’re not killers, it ur not infected or a raider we arnt a threat. There’s not many paths to get out of the city. Safe ones that is but we know all of them. We can split as soon as we are out of this hell hole but in about 30 minutes this building is going to be crawling with infected so we have to leave now. You two comin?”

“Yes” he huffed

The walk through the city was quiet but when you heard a hushed clicker call all four of you fell silent.

#the last of us #joel x reader #hurt/comfort #blood #violence #literally the apocalypse #probably smut #angst #relationship

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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More Broken Glass

So this.. I don't even know how this even came into my head.. I was just like.. Broken glass, yes. Scared Asher, yessss. So uhm, here it is!!! hyujfgukfj.

A big thank you to @heathenwhump for helping me at the start!!!!! Here is a balloon for you teehee 🎈

CW: oki umm, broken glass.. Heheh / forced to kneel on broken sharp object / slight dehumanization / knocked out / just... a very scared whumpee ngl dhjgkf / (if I left anything out lmk!! :)

Asher froze the minute the glass connected with the tiles of the kitchen. The sound of glass breaking echoed through the whole house. His breathing started picking up as he heard the television pause in the other room. Heavy footsteps plodded down the hallway. Asher didn't dare turn around. He could hear his heartbeat rapidly thumping in his ears. He felt nauseous. Was he about to collapse? Could he-

“Care to explain yourself?” Rodger asked in a calm voice that sent shudders down Asher’s back.

Rodger stood at the door frame, arms folded.

“I-” Asher was panting at this stage, “I just- it- it- it ….fell.”

“It just… fell?”

Asher nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah, I was uhm, I was over there.”

Anxiously pointing to the corner of the kitchen, Asher continued, “And then the uh- the …...glass, yes, the glass just uhm, it just fell.”

“So you're telling me, that you were over in the complete other side of the room, then a big ‘ghost’ came along and smashed the glass, and now you're being framed for it?”

Asher cleared his throat, “I mean… when you put it that way, it just sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh but stopped the minute he was met with Rodger’s same cold face.

Asher huffed, “Alight, fine. I dropped it, okay? I didn't mean to!” Rodger ground his teeth. “That's alr-” No, wait. No. It wasn't alright. Rodger had been going so soft on him recently, “Oh you're in big trouble now.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “Dude, it was just a fucking glass, chill out.”

“Chill- Chill out?! Asher, all I have done recently is let you get away with things. But now it's over. You need to learn your place again. Kneel.” Asher laughed, “What?”

“Are you fucking deaf? I said `kneel’.” When Asher didn't move, Rodger didn't hesitate to storm over and roughly pushed Asher to his knees, right on top of the glass. Asher let out a cry, “AAAAAGHH! Rodger, R-Rodger!!! Please!!!!!”

“I don't want to fucking hear it, I have had enough of your whining ass, you need to learn whats right and whats wrong,” He pushed Asher’s shoulders further down as Asher tried to stand, forcing the glass further into his skin. Asher’s hands desperately fought Rodger’s but nothing worked.

“Say it,” Rodger spat. “Say fucking what!?” Rodger pushed Asher's shoulders down again. “AGH! S-say what?!?” He was desperate, his voice sounded desperate. He heaved in breaths as tears started to fall. His body hopelessly fought for any kind of relief.

“Say that you know your place.”

“I know my place!!! Jesus Christ!” “And what is your place?”

Asher gulped, “Wh-what?”

“Your hearing seems to be getting bad Asher,” Rodger sneered in a fake caring way.

“It's not my hearing you dumbass, you're just making no sense.”

Rodger let go of one of Asher’s shoulders and quickly backhanded him, “Tell me your fucking place if you're so confident you know it!”

“Oh my god, will you just lay off it?! Let me get up you fucker!”

Rodger’s head was almost numb from frustration, Asher wasn't cooperating and Rodger was running out of threats. He quickly grabbed another glass that was on the table and smashed it over Asher’s head. There was a sudden silence and Asher collapsed to the ground with a groan. He was still conscious. Which was unfortunate for Asher.

Rodger's eyes widened as an idea struck him. He fished in his pockets for his phone, “Stay here, I'm gonna make a call and when I get back here, you better be in the exact same position you are in right now Do, not, move.”

Oh, Asher wasn't planning to. Oh no no no. He couldn't move. His body was full of fire. His knees stung as blood continued to fall. He was ashamed as he whimpered, but that was better than crying...well, that's what he told himself.

He heard talking in the next room. He tried to crawl closer to the room so he could make out what was being said but it was useless. He groaned and tried his best to stand up but quickly fell back to the ground as a wave of nausea hit him.

Just as he closed his eyes, Rodger returned, making Asher groan, “Fuck offffffffff, just leave me alone for two fuckung min-” He wheezed as Rodger’s boot was firmly placed on his back, knocking the air out of him. “Shut it. Now, we have a guest coming in an hour. I would normally tell you to get washed, but I think I want him to see what mess you've gotten yourself into.”

‘Him’. “Antonio?” Rodger chuckled, “Oh no no, worse. Much worse.” Asher gulped, he tried to think of who could be possible who- No!

Rodger must’ve seen the pure shock and terror in Asher’s face when he chuckled. “N-n-no PLEASE! I’ll- I’ll do anything!” Rodger snickered, “Oh Ashy, it's too late for that.” Asher let out a mute cry.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. Asher felt as if he was about to get sick. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes, this was just a nightmare… this wasn't real… this can't be happening. No. He can't do this. How could Rodger be so cruel? It was the voice that made Asher lose it. His brain screamed at him to run but the restraints which kept him kneeling but the table, hands tied to the coffee table’s leg.

“Aiden! Thank you so much for coming in such short notice!!!” “Oh, of course!!! I’d do anything for my Danny boy.”

Asher felt physical chills down his back as he shuddered in disgust. Footsteps grew louder and Asher tried to kick himself away. As far away from the monster as possible. No use. Aiden laughed his booming laugh as he stopped at the door frame, taking in the site in front of him, “Well, well, well. Looks like you’ve got yourself into a little… pickle.” Asher heaved in breaths, “G-go away. Leave me the fuck alone!”

Aiden was fully taken back at the cursing, “Well now Danny, that's not very nice of you! Here I was, missing you so much over the months, and this is what I get in response?? Well, I'm glad Rodger called me, I can finally put you back into your place.”

“Wh-where’s Rodger?” Asher asked, refusing to believe that he heard a car’s tires against the driveway. “Oh, oh he’s gone. He thought that it would be best if he left. You know, finally have a break from you!” Asher shook his head, “Pl-please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” He cried. “You see?? Listen to yourself!! I have been here for not even five minutes and you're starting to come back!!! Now just think about it if I stay with you for the rest of the day!” Then he gasped, “And maybe even tomorrow!!!” Another gasp, “What if I brought you back to the house tomorrow so you can.. Catch up with your friends!”

Asher hated how Aiden was getting so… excited about this. He shook his head again, not too violent so his vision wouldn't spin anymore than how much it was right now. Now, you stay there for a moment while I sus out the place, especially downstairs!!!” Aiden clapped, excited.

Asher curled in on himself. It’s a dream. FUCK, please show me it's a dream. I can't, I can't do this. I can't face this. I can’t face him!

But deep down. He knew full well it was not a dream. He tried to think of happy things, happy memories. But all that came into his head were memories from Aiden’s house. All the pain. All the hurt. He couldn't. He can't. He had to.

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