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A Learning Process

Extra Soft!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Your whole life, everyone told you motherhood would come easy. So far, it has not. You struggle to connect with your baby boy, Francis. You struggle to console him, to breastfeed him, everything. Joel has pretty much taken care of your son by himself in the two months since you gave birth. Today is your first day alone with your baby boy, and it ends in disaster. Does Joel also think you’re a failure of a mother? Takes place in Jackson, sometime after TLOU

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: emotional, emotional breakdown, talks of giving birth, breastfeeding, dirty diapers, taking a bath with Joel, pet names, vulnerable reader, postpartum depression and anxiety, undefined loving relationship with Joel

A/N: Just thought of this story, thought you could all use some sweet soft Joel :)

Edit: forgot to add this is loosely based on this request from @guiltgoreglory !!!

If you like this story, please leave me a comment or reblog telling me what you think!!🩷🩷

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It’s a quiet December morning, the sunlight is just beginning to dance and sparkle on the snow outside. You’re in an old rocking chair Maria gifted you, holding your baby boy close to your chest. He’s quiet for once, usually he’s fussy when you hold him. You’re morose, wondering if it was the right choice to bring him into this world, with you as his mother.

His name is Francis. You gave birth to him two months ago in October.

It was a chilly April day when you realized you were late, not having a period since January. In a panic, you called Joel into your shared bedroom.

Those two words hit him like a ton of bricks. “I’m late,” you whispered, eyes full of worry and tears. Your words were bitter, tasting like the bile on your tongue.

“You’re what?”

“I think I’m pregnant, Joel,”

Joel sat down on the bed with you, his head spinning. He was quiet, too quiet. But not angry like you feared he would be.

Jackson was a great place to raise a child, but Jackson was still a town on Earth, which for the past twenty-odd years, has been overtaken by a brain-controlling fungus. There was no guarantee that having a baby in Jackson would be 100% risk free.

“But we’ll take care of it. I want you to come to the doctor with me tomorrow,” you started. “And we’ll deal with–”

“No,” Joel interrupted. He looked at you with his big brown eyes, so sad and worrisome. “I can’t let you do that. Not safe.”

Abortion is what he was referring to. It’s not that Joel felt abortion was wrong in any sense, he was the last person on Earth who had any right to discuss right and wrong. Abortion was risky, even in the safety of Jackson. And he couldn’t risk letting you get hurt, or worse. He was right, and you knew it. You didn’t need any convincing. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“I don’t know that I’m ready to be a mom, Joel,” you breathed shakily. “I can’t do this.”

He held your hand in his own, so big and calloused from years of backbreaking work. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he whispered. “You didn’t get into this all by yourself.”

It was true. Joel was the one who did this to you, anyway. He was your person, or whatever you could call him. Not really your lover, not officially at least. He was just your guy, your companion in everything. And you slept together. It just was a one time, two time, okay maybe all the time kind of thing.

Contraception wasn’t easy to come by. If you were lucky enough to come by some condoms, they were most definitely expired and probably useless. You’d be better off with the pull out method, which was never that great of a birth control method.

You and Joel would often forgo pulling out, getting too caught up in the heat of the moment. You loved each others’ bodies passionately. And well, your bodies did what human bodies tend to do. They created a baby.

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Since giving birth to Francis in October, Joel had taken on the role of sole caretaker to your baby boy. It’s not what you had planned, exactly. It’s kind of just how it happened.

Joel did his best to teach you how to swaddle Francis, but you could never quite get it right. He’d flail his limbs too much and you couldn’t wrap him quick enough. Joel also tried to help you learn to breastfeed, but Francis would never latch to your nipple.

You and Francis didn’t quite connect, the way most new moms do with their babies. You’d seen women around Jackson with their babies, smiling and singing to them. Their babies looked so happy, so at peace with their mamas.

And it made you feel so isolated. You could never console him, never. It seemed like he only ever cried in your arms. You and Francis were like oil and water. Sometimes you wondered if you were even his mother. He wanted just about nothing to do with you, and everything to do with Joel.

Even the pregnancy was difficult. There was no glow to your body, like everyone told you there would be. You felt ugly and swollen, and you were in constant pain. Francis’ favorite activity in utero was to do somersaults, over and over and over, which meant you’d puke your brains out, over and over and over. Joel was patient with you, of course. You were growing his child. Didn’t press you for sex or make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He’d just hold your hair back and promise you that everything would be alright, it wouldn’t be like this forever.

Joel, on the other hand, had no problem connecting with his baby boy. Francis and Joel were thick as thieves. Francis was silent in his arms, save for the cute little coos he’d let out while sleeping. Francis didn’t cry when Joel changed his diapers like he did with you. Francis let Joel bottle feed him, but refused to let you.

It broke your heart.

And it broke Joel’s too.

To add insult to injury, your relationship with Joel was dwindling. He was there for you, just distant. And you were distant too. You knew it could happen, lots of couples lose sight of one another after a baby. You just didn’t expect it to feel so lonesome and severe.

You didn’t play games with Ellie like you used to. Didn’t cook together. Didn’t touch each other. Didn’t even go to bed at the same time, because Joel was always with Francis. You’d go to sleep before Joel, silently weeping at all of your shortcomings as a mother and partner, or whatever you were.

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“You’ll be alright today,” Joel says sweetly as he dresses himself. He speaks to you in a soft and gentle tone, soothing you.

“I’m just nervous,” you admit, still rocking Francis. He looks just like Joel. He’s got big brown eyes, just like his daddy. He’s even got the same dimple as Joel on his right cheek.

“I know you are,” he says, pulling on and tying his boots. He’s nervous too, if he’s being honest with himself. He knows motherhood has not been easy on you. It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself and Francis, he just knows you’re high strung and anxious. “It’s just a couple hours. Tommy put me on the short shift today.” Everyone contributed to patrol in Jackson, and today is Joel’s first day back since the birth of Francis.

You smile weakly, but wear a brave face. He’s right, it’s just a couple hours. It’ll be fine. Joel kisses your cheek, then bends down to kiss Francis’s soft head. “I’ll be back soon,” he promises.

And then he’s gone.

The silence is unnatural, almost eerie. You feel your anxiety in your fingertips as you mindlessly twiddle your fingers against Francis’ back. The sun is brighter now, and it’s time to get the day started.

Here goes nothing.

“Alright, baby. What do you think, eggs and toast for breakfast?” you whisper to Francis.

Francis just looks at you and coos with his amber eyes, his mouth suckling on his pacifier. He looks so much like his daddy.

“Sounds yummy to me too,” you reply to his lack of an answer. As you shift in your seat and maneuver Francis so that his head is tucked by your neck and you’re supporting his bum, he begins to whine a little. “It’s okay, my angel. It’s okay. Mama’s got you. We’re gonna have a good day today, baby.”

You bounce him a little, soothing him. He quiets down. You make your way to the staircase, your sweet boy wrapped in your arms.

The stairs are…daunting. They’re steep, rickety, and old. They’re hard wood, but you were smart and took your socks off to eliminate any possibility of slipping. But still, it’s scary. For a second, you consider sitting and moving down the steps the way a toddler would. But you wave that idea off. Don’t be ridiculous.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. You take a step. And then another. Slowly, ever so slowly. Another now. One more.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, your foot twisted and underneath your body, pinned to the hard stairs. Francis is screaming in your ear, still pressed to your chest.

You move your foot out from under you with a wince and before even checking to see if it’s broken, and hold Francis in front of you.

He’s screaming, wailing. His face is fire engine red as he cries. You quickly examine his little body to check for any scrapes or bruises or cuts. Luckily, there are none.

You do your best to soothe the little boy. “It’s okay, angel. It’s okay. Mama’s got you,” You tell him over and over that it’s okay, but you don’t know that for sure. Did he hit his head? Did you shake him?

Francis is inconsolable. You look around you for anything to grab to keep him calm, luckily his pacifier is in reach. You place it in his mouth, he spits it out. You do it again. Nothing.

You’ve got this. Just breathe.

“Okay, okay. No paci. That’s fine, baby,”

Francis’ cries never let up. He’ll tire himself out eventually. Right?

With Francis still shrieking in your ear, you check your foot. It’s black and blue, already swelling. You try to sit up a bit, put some pressure on it. The pain shoots through your entire body. You don’t know if it’s twisted, sprained, or broken.

What you do know is that you’re stuck. You’re alone, with no way to call for help. No way to move from the steps. Joel’s short shift might as well be infinite now.

A few minutes pass as you just focus on your breathing.

Breathe, is what Joel told you when you found out you were pregnant. You panicked and hyperventilated as he wrapped his strong arms around you, bringing you back down to Earth.

Breathe, is what Joel told you when you spent hours vomiting into the toilet, Frankie never letting up on his somersaults. He held your hair back, rubbed circles into the tense flesh of your shoulders.

When you were in your long and arduous labor, screaming in agony and gripping his hand. Breathe.

Breathe. When you couldn’t soothe your son, and you broke down in tears of frustration. Joel took Francis from you and walked into another room to give you a break from his cries.

You just breathe.

Finally, the ear piercing shrieks flying from Francis’ mouth subside after a while. You don’t know how long exactly, maybe an hour. He’s still crying, but it’s a different tone. He’s hungry.

Might as well give it a shot. You can do this.

You lift up your shirt, adjusting Francis so he’s flush with your body. You guide his mouth to one of your breasts, encouraging him to wrap his lips around your nipple.

You can tell he’s trying, just can’t quite figure out how to latch. You do your best to help him, maneuvering his little body and your breast to ease his struggle.

“Come on, Francis. You’ve got this, buddy,” you coo. He seems to be relaxed a little by your voice. He almost latches, but not quite. “It’s just you and me, sweetheart.”

Maybe he’s uncomfortable on this side. You flip him over and offer your other breast. He can’t quite latch there either.

He’s whining, crying. He’s frustrated, you’re frustrated. He’s hungry, you’re hungry.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him softly. “You can do this, baby. Just eat for mama.”

He still won't latch, but you don’t stop trying. Not for hours.

Francis’ hunger pangs have seemed to peter out, now. He’s asleep in your arms, most likely tired himself out from crying so much. You worry if he’ll lose his voice by the end of today.

Your ass is sore, so is your back and your foot. But you savor the peace and quiet despite the pain in your body.

You wonder how many hours it's been. You try to tell by the way the shadows on the floor change with the sun, but you can’t make out much. Maybe the shadows have moved, maybe not. You can’t tell. Time doesn’t even feel real at this point. Today is agonizingly long.

You rest your head against the banister, closing your eyes. Joel told you once to take advantage of your sleeping son.

“Get some sleep,” Joel mumbled to you. It was maybe a week after giving birth to Francis and you were peering into his crib with heavy eyelids, afraid that if you slept he’d disappear. “He’ll be fine.”

“I know, I just,” you struggled to form a sentence. You wanted to make sure your baby boy was alright. You hated leaving him.

“He’ll be fine,” Joel repeated, his gruff voice firm yet sympathetic. “Go to bed.”

Joel helped you up, your body still so tender after Francis’ delivery. You winced at the ache in your muscles. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered to you.

You were in a trance, being led to your bed by Joel. It was like your feet weren’t even moving, just floating along and walking on nothing. Joel helped you in bed, adjusted the pillows under your head and pulled a blanket up over your shoulders.

He stepped away from the bed and made his way to the door, turning to give you one last look. Your gaze was still fixed on Francis, unwavering.

Joel sighed and walked back to the bed, this time his side. The bed creaked with each of his movements. He flipped you over gently so you couldn’t stare at Francis any longer, your head on his chest.

“Joel,” you protested. “Our baby.”

“Francis is fine,” he mumbled. “You need to sleep. I’ll watch him. Okay, mama? Mom sleeps when baby sleeps. That’s the rule.”

“I can’t sleep, though. I have to watch him,” Your anxiety wouldn’t leave. Joel felt you fight and struggle against watching Francis. You were so restless.

“Don’t sleep then,” Joel said. “Just rest your eyes. Can you do that for me?”

“Just rest my eyes?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just give them a break,”

You groaned. “Fine,” you grumbled. You’d give them a five minute break and go back to watching Francis. “Just for a little bit. And then I’m gonna watch him.”

“Alright, honey. You do that. Hush, now. Relax,” Joel commanded you ever so sweetly. “Just close your eyes, mama.”

You did as he said, and he brought his hand to your head, dragging his fingertips through your scalp. His fingers trailed to your neck, then your back. You melted into him, turning into a puddle in his arms.

Within minutes, you were asleep, snoring quietly.

Joel knew how to read people, the right words to say to sway them in the direction he wanted them to go. You were no different than anyone else. Now, he wasn't proud of manipulating you into slumber, but he felt it was justified given the circumstances.

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You wake up to a putrid smell, your ass basically numb underneath you.

“No, no,” you groan. You adjust Francis, and he begins screaming when you peek into his diaper. The kid does not like being woken up. “Fuck.” you cry.

It’s a bad one, the mess in his diaper. Francis wails in your ear as you assess the situation. You can’t just leave him in his mess.

You sigh, taking off your shirt. You set it down next to you on the staircase.

Francis screams louder when you take off his diaper and set it on the ground. He hates being changed. “I know, bud. This sucks for me too,” you sympathize with him. Then, using your shirt, you wipe him clean as best as you can. It’s not perfect, but it will have to do.

“Please, don’t cry. Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay,”

Francis is relentless. He doesn’t let up. You just hold him, his excrement is on your skin and clothes. You’re gagging as your eyes begin to water.

Your ears are ringing and sore from all the noise. Your back is aching worse than it ever has, worse than when you backpacked across the country with Joel and Ellie. Your arms are full of pins and needles and going numb, you’re afraid you may drop Francis. Your foot is throbbing angrily.

And then the floodgates fly open. Your tears are spilling, hot and fast. You’re gasping for air, hyperventilating. Francis is shaking with each jolt of your lungs and you try to still yourself, but you’re powerless against your body.

You sob loudly, almost as loud as Francis. You can’t remember the last time you cried this way. All of your frustration, pain, loneliness, leaving your body and washing over it again in heaving sobs and cries.

“I’m sorry,” you cry to Francis. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice is thick and wet.

You try your best to breathe, just like Joel told you. But you can’t. You’re gasping uncontrollably and your nose is full of mucous, blocking you from inhaling and exhaling.

“I’m sorry,” you say again, holding Francis and rocking him. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I’m so sorry, Francis.”

You repeat it like a mantra. You apologize to your little boy over and over and over again, for hours.

“I’m so sorry, Francis. You deserve better, sweet baby,”

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“I was thinking we’d do soup for lunch. Nice and warm, what do you think?” Joel’s voice is faint and muffled through the front door. You perk up slightly at the sound of him and Ellie, but you’re too drained to do anything more.

“Soup sounds good. But I’ll make it. You burnt it last time,” Ellie giggles. Her bubbly voice is music to your tired ears.

“Did not,” Joel says with disdain for Ellies recollection of events. “How do you even burn soup?”

“I don’t know, man. You’re the one who burned it,”

Ellie and Joel giggle as they make their way through the house, then both of their smiles drop at the sight in front of them.

You’re half naked, covered in feces and your face is puffy with tears. Your foot is black and blue and ugly as you sit and cry, with Francis naked and messy in your arms.

Joel says nothing, just grabs Francis from your arms and checks him. Then he moves to you, checking your body and your face.

“Oh my god,” is all he can get out. “Oh my god.”

You just cry.

“What the fuck happened?”

Your eyes meet Joel’s, then Ellie’s. They’re both so concerned.

So you explain how you fell down the stairs, right after Joel left. You don’t know how it happened. You explain how neither you nor Francis have eaten. “We’ve been here for hours,” you get out between sobs.

“Oh my god,”

Joel’s eyes are glassy, his voice is shaky. He passes Francis to Ellie. “Need your help,” he says to Ellie. “Clean him up. Please.”

She nods, holding out her arms to take Francis. “I’ve got him,” she whispers, before taking him into the kitchen.

Joel helps you up, you yelp at the pain. Your foot aches, so do the rest of your bones. “I know. I know,” Joel mumbles. His heart is broken into a million pieces, he’s in disbelief that this even happened to you.

He helps you into his arms, cradling you as he walks you both up the stairs. You hold onto him tightly, the smell of his clothes and his sweat bring you so much comfort and relief. Your person is here, and he’s gonna make it all better.

Joel takes you into the bathroom and removes the rest of your clothes, leaving them on the floor. You sit on the toilet seat as he removes his clothing. You feel like such a failure of a mother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, now,” he says softly.

“I can’t shower, Joel. My foot,” you cry.

“I know, honey’. I’ve got you,” his voice is so quiet, so gentle. “Just for a minute. Just let me rinse you, that’s all.”

Joel lifts you up slowly, being extra conscious of your foot, then lifts you into the tub. He pulls the leg of your injured foot over his hip and wraps one of his strong arms around your waist as he uses the other to turn on the warm water.

He removes the showerhead and rinses your body, watching all of the dirt and grime leave your skin. Then he places the showerhead back in its spot and switches the water to come out of the bath spout.

He maneuvers you in his arms to sit down against him in the bath. Your back is pressed to his chest as the warm water begins to fill the bathtub. All that can be heard is the sound of rushing water and your quiet sobbing.

“Shh,” he hushes you. “It’s okay, now. I’m here. You’re safe,”

“Joel,” you cry, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know. I know,” he murmurs.

He holds you like that as the water fills, your sobs are beginning to die down. Joel leans forward to shut the water off once the tub is full, then grabs a rag and some soap to clean your body.

Only now does it hit you that this is the first he’s seen you fully since giving birth to his child. You look so different now. You curl up, bringing your knees to your chest.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers as he pushes your knees back down. “I only wanna help you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you now.”

He scrubs your body gently, washing away the disaster of a morning you and Francis shared. He can sense your insecurity still. “So beautiful,” he breathes. He’s so delicate with his movements, washing you so tenderly. So full of love and care. “Always been so beautiful, mama.”

You relax into his touch, your head resting on his chest. He’s so warm. So comforting. He feels like home. He tilts your chin up so your eyes can meet his own, so deep and dark. His fingers trace your features, your chin and your lips and your nose. Your eyes well with tears again.

“I’m so sorry, Joel,”

“What for, honey?”

“Today. Francis,”

“Hey, now,” he says. “Wasn’t your fault.”

“It was, though,” You shake your head slightly, your bottom lip is wobbling. “I’m such a terrible mom, Joel. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Joel’s eyes fill with tears, they begin to fall down his cheeks. “You’re not a terrible mom,” he hushes you with a broken voice. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that.”

Of course, he knows why you think that. He’s been a little overbearing with Francis, not giving you the opportunity to learn to parent the way he should have. “You’re new to this, honey. That’s all,”

You mumble something under your breath, Joel doesn’t hear. All he hears are your quiet whimpers and sniffles as you stare deep into his eyes. He’s never looked so raw before.

Some silence passes, and finally he speaks.

“Sarah was an early walker,” he begins.

Your brows furrow. Joel rarely talks about Sarah, even now.

“Once she began wobblin’ on those little legs of hers, I knew she’d be trouble. She’s the reason Tommy and I built a fence,” Joel recounted. “You know why?”

“Why?” you whispered.

“Well, she was an escape artist,” he says. “I’d be out there, doin’ yardwork or grillin’. She’d be in her sandbox, building little castles and whatnot. I thought she was, at least.” Joel pauses for a second, looking away wistfully.

Joel continues, smiling now. “Anyway. I’d look back to check on her, and poof. She’s gone. And I’d look across the street, and she’s makin’ friends with the Adlers. Workin’ her charm with them into givin’ her cookies and ice cream. She did it all the time,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Constantly. She did it constantly,” Joel replies. “Girl was trouble. Nothin’ but trouble. So Tommy and I built that fence to keep her from escapin’. ‘Course, didn’t stop Mr. and Mrs. Adler from sneakin’ her treats before dinner.” Joel chuckled at the memory. You did too.

“She sounds so sweet, Joel,” you say.

“She was,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. He’s quiet again for a moment, remembering. “I was runnin’ her a bath one night. Right after she learned to walk, you know? And I’m focused on the water, makin’ sure it’s not too hot and not too cold. She’d kick up a fuss if the temperature wasn’t to her liking. Like, exactly. Had to be perfect.”

You smile. Joel is such a wonderful storyteller, you could listen to him talk all day long.

“Didn’t even notice her leave the bathroom. Thought she was right behind me. I just heard her tumble down the stairs, screamin’ and cryin’. Tommy grabbed her, drove us to the hospital,”

You nod quietly.

“So they run tests on her, of course. She’s charmin’ the nurse into giving her suckers and toys. She was fine, thank the lord. No bruises, no scratches. Just fine,”

“That sounds so scary, Joel,” “It was. Terrifying. I cried like a baby the whole night thinkin’ I hurt my little girl,” he says. “But you know what the nurse told me?”

“What’s that?”

“She said that babies are rubber. They’re tough. Resilient. Our little boy is resilient too, you know,”

You look away from him, picking at your fingernails. The guilt is eating you again.

“You’re new to this, mama. Go easy on yourself, for christsake. You just had him two damn months ago,”

You barely reply, just kind of mumble. You don’t know how to respond.

“Hey, look at me,” he tilts your chin and to stare into your eyes. He’s deadly serious. “You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re doin’ fine, mama. Shit happens.”

You still can’t speak. His words help, but it was still a terrible day. Maybe one day you won’t hurt over it. He understands, not forcing you to say anything.

He just finishes washing your body, then dries you off and wraps you in a towel. He carries you into bed, promising you that he’ll get the town doctor over later to check on your foot. There’s a sandwich waiting for you on your bedside table. Ellie. Such a sweet girl.

Joel leaves you to clean the mess of your clothes in the bathroom and at the stairs, and you eat your sandwich. You feel so much better getting some food in your system.

After finishing your sandwich, you hear tapping at the door. “Can we come in? It’s me and Francis,” Ellie says.

“Yeah, El. Come in,”

Ellie tiptoes in with Francis, his hair is wild and curly. Just like Joel’s. His eyes are big and lost. Ellie looks fatigued. “He didn’t like the bath very much,” she says. “But I did give him a bottle.”

“I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble,” you reply. “He can be a little cranky. Thanks for feeding him, El. You’re so good with him.”

“Yeah, I can handle him. We’re best friends,” she says. You can see in her face that she’s exhausted, though. “Right, Frankie?”

You smile softly, holding out your arms. Ellie places him in your hold gently, being extra careful to support his head and neck. She can see the worry on your face. You still feel so unsure of holding him, being responsible for him.

“Guess what?”

You look up at her. “What?” You bounce Francis softly.

“I’m gonna teach him how to say fuck. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” she giggles, that signature smirk on her face. Her eyes are so playful and bright. “And I’m gonna teach him the other ones too. Bitch, ass, asshole, shit, dick, cun-”

“Don’t you dare corrupt my son, you little shit,” A deep voice interrupts. It’s Joel, standing at the doorway. “Don’t need two demented kids in this house. You’re more than enough.”

“Hey!” Ellie gasps, feigning offense. Ellie sits down on the bed as Joel walks towards her. “I’ll teach your kid whatever words I want, old man. And I’m not demented,” She punches him in the arm playfully. “You are.”

Joel just rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

You meet his gaze, smiling at him quietly. Francis is asleep in your arms, mumbling and cooing softly. He’s so sweet like this.

Joel takes Francis from your arms, places him in his crib. Joel looks at Ellie. “Out,” he says. “Mama needs to sleep.”

Ellie gets up to leave, not before giving you a hug. You wrap your arms tightly around the girl, she’s such a good big sister to your baby boy. She doesn’t often hug you, so it’s a welcome surprise.

Joel meets you on the bed, pulling you close to his body. You rest your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. “Get some sleep, honey,”

You yawn, melting into his body. “Okay, daddy,”

He feels like home.

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santa claus is comin' (to town)

summary: the children of Jackson aren't the only ones excited about Santa visiting.

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; established relationship; santa kink; unprotected p in v; creampie, lap sex

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Christmas in Jackson was a cheerful time. Allowing its residents some rest and peace in between the daily reminders of survival in a world overgrown by fungus.

There was a tree – a beautiful, tall fir – which they had felled in the surrounding woods and placed in the small town square, lit up with bright, colourful lights and hundreds of handmade decorations from the residents. Mostly made by children, as they learned to work with wood, just small figures like hearts and stars.

The houses and shops were decorated with just as much colour, lighting up everything around them.

And, Jackson even had its very own Santa.

Clad in all red, slightly yellowed fur trims on the sleeves of the shirt, the brim of the hat and on the hems of the pants. A nice, gray beard, and even a hint of Santa’s iconic, large belly.

Joel hadn’t really wanted to do it at first, eyeing the costume they had found on one of their runs with slight concern before he eventually relented. But only after Tommy had nagged at him a bit and Joel’s girl had sweet talked him into it.

The kids went wild for him, screaming and laughing when he walked down the streets, waving at them and laughing back. That really was when he had started to like it, seeing their eyes shine, prodding at the heavy sack slung over his shoulder – as well as his tummy.

To be honest, he had missed this a little, and it reminded him of how much Sarah loved to go down to the mall to tell Santa her Christmas wishes. Back when she was younger. He could still see her perched on Santa’s knee, the widest smile on her face as someone took their photo.

Now, it was him who had the kids whispering their wishes into his ear, just to squeal in delight when he pulled the requested toy or book from the brown sack next to him. A genuine smile on his face when one kid hopped off so the next could hop on.

It made her happy, too. Seeing the old man happy and laughing like this after he had grumbled about not really wanting to do it.

And to be honest, he looked good like this. It had been a fight to keep her hands off of him when he first tried on the costume. The longer beard he had grown out just for this suited him well, too, her mind wandering to how it would feel on the inside of her thighs.

And that belly.

She had teased him about it, asked if he had grown it just for this as well, something he answered with a grumpy look, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly.

But she loved it, loved him a little bigger and so soft and warm.

All in all, Joel was just unbelievably hot. Even when dressed as Santa.

Especially when dressed as Santa.

So when she had to leave the event early to get dinner going while he stayed behind, she really couldn’t stop thinking about him. About him and that stupid but hot costume, wanting to sit on his lap and having him give her a very special gift as well.

One that only he could give her.

So when he finally came home over an hour later, she quickly made her way out of the kitchen and to the front door, catching him as he wanted to take off his hat.

“Leave it on.” She mumbled against his lips as her arms wrapped around his neck. His beard scratched against her skin and she could feel his arms encircle her waist. “There’s someone else who wants to sit on Santa’s lap.”

The low hum he let out quickly turned into a groan, his broad hands squeezing at her sides and hungrily kissing her back. He still found her love for this costume ridiculous, but Joel couldn’t deny that this whole thing was really hot.

“Wanna lay over Santa’s knee instead?” Joel asked, pushing her back into the living room, towards his favourite armchair.

She laughed, shaking her head when she parted from him for a moment.

“Mhmmm, no. I want to tell Santa my wish, too.”

His eyebrows shot up, a wide grin on his face that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. Now that certainly was something.

Sitting down on the chair, he pulled her down onto his leg by her waist, spreading his legs wide. His cock was already pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of these stupid pants, excited about what she wanted to do.

Right back in his role, his gloved hands dipping beneath the hem of her turtleneck and grabbing her waist. All while she looked at him as innocently as she could, biting her bottom lip.

“Now, tell Santa,” Joel said, his voice dropping a few octaves, “have you been a good girl this year?”

She giggled, nodding her head. Oh, this was already better than what she could have imagined.

“Of course, Santa.” Her voice was sugary sweet when she replied. “I’m always a good girl.”

Joel chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist. His head flooded with images of her being anything but a good girl.

How dare she lie to Santa himself?

“Well, somebody told me that that’s a lie, angel.” He replied, his hands skirting higher over her sides, feeling the warmth of her through the gloves. “You’ve been a naughty girl, and naughty girls don’t get presents from Santa.”

Blood was already rushing in her ears, her eyes dropping down to the tent in his pants. She rubbed her thighs together, needing any kind of friction on her throbbing clit.

One of Joel’s large hands came out from beneath her top and smoothed over her thigh instead, dipping towards the inside before getting dangerously close to where she needed him the most. Hearing her breath hitch at the touch.

“But Santa, please.” She whined, putting on her best puppy eyes in an attempt to sway and convince him that she indee did deserve a present.

“Naughty girls get a very special something from Santa instead.” He whispered, his fingers finally pressing against her clothed pussy, making her moan. “‘Specially ones as naughty as you have been.”

Just rubbing back and forth, unable to feel if he found her clit through the thick gloves, but he was quite sure that he did with how she reacted to it.

“Do you want to know what that is?” He asked, growing impatient with how she whined and ground back into his fingers.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. She desperately needed to know and she hoped they both were on the same page here.

“Yes, Santa. Please.”

A small growl escaped Joel when he made her stand up, with her back to him, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of the sweatpants she wore before pulling them down. Exposing her ass clad in a lacy thong to him.

When he pulled her back into his lap, his dick ground against her ass, her legs spreading over his own. Joel held her by the hips, his own rutting up into her and making him moan, too.

There was no way he could handle this for long, lifting his hips to shimmy down his pants so his cock was free, hard and rubbing through the wetness that seeped through her underwear. Sliding it back and forth, hearing her soft moans whenever he nudged against her clit through the lace.

“You like what Santa got you?”

She hummed with a frenzied nod, her body so hot compared to the icy coldness outside. Her eyes were glued to his cock, watching the head become shinier with every rock of his hips - fat and angry and just waiting to be swallowed up by her greedy pussy.

“I love it, Santa, oh-” Biting her lip, she watched Joel take off his dark gloves, revealing his tanned, broad hands, the veins on the backs of them protruding. They moved to her panties, his fingers hooking into the lace and pulling them to the side.

Allowing his cock to slide against her bare pussy without any barriers.

This was an even better image, the head vanishing and coming back into view, nudging against her clit and making her squirm in his lap.

“All special, only for the naughtiest girls.” Joel chuckled, his breath hitching in his throat. She felt so nice and wet and he wasn’t even inside of that dripping pussy yet. He could come just like this, sliding through her folds, the image of it so lewd.

But the way she stared at it was almost lewder – wide, dark eyes, looking like she was about to jump off his lap and drop to her knees instead. He swore he could see a trickle of drool on one corner of those pretty lips, glistening in the light.

She couldn’t wait to have it inside of her, to feel the thick length of him spread her pussy open. As much as she liked the view of him like this, she reached for his cock with one hand, raising her hips as much as she could. Prodding against her entrance but not pushing in, she just felt the thick head resting there.

Joel’s chuckle vibrated against her back before she could hear it fall from his mouth, almost sounding like Santa himself – causing a new gush of wetness to release on him.

Fucking Santa on his lap hadn’t been something she thought to turn her on.

“You really are a naughty girl.” He said, close to her ear and shifting his hips. Just lightly feeding her the swollen tip, relishing in the sweet mewls she let out. “Looks like Santa has to punish you, hm?”

She barely listened, so focused on the feeling of him splitting her open as she slowly sank down on his hard cock. Feeling inch by inch enter her, until she was back in his lap again, one of his broad hands holding her hip while the other went to find her nipple beneath her shirt.

“So big, so big, fuck-” Her voice was small, her eyes still focused on where his cock was vanishing inside of her. Feeling impatient as he just kept her there and whining when he pinched her nipple. “Santa, please.”

His hips rocked up into her at the name. It was lewd, naughty, to have her call him Santa. But Joel couldn’t deny that it was fucking hot, too.

“You like Santa’s very special gift for naughty girls?” He asked, thrusting up into her again, his hand on her hip aiding her as she carefully began to move in his lap. Still teasing her nipple, pinching and twisting the little nub in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Mhmm, yes, I love Santa’s gift.” She moaned, feeling the unbearable need to strip out of her clothes entirely, feeling the heat of his body against hers while her veins were on fire. “‘M gonna be a naughty girl every year, Santa.”

Joel chuckled, the sound strangled by the moan that creeped up his throat when her pussy gripped him tight. Obviously she was enjoying this whole game as much as he did, if not more.

Slowly he rocked up into her faster, watching her face contort in pleasure. But she never took her eyes off of his cock, watching her juices run down the length, frothing with each thrust.

“You already are the naughtiest.” Joel rasped, feeling his balls twitch as her pussy contracted around his cock again. Her moans and mewls became higher in pitch and she seemed to have trouble keeping up the rhythm she had set to match his. “Bouncing on Santa’s lap, creamin’ all over him.”

He accentuated his words with another pinch of her nipple, her back arching deliciously into his touch.

But soon he took away his hand from her breasts to rest on her other hip, helping to lift and slam her down onto his cock over and over as her movements became more erratic.

“Santa has even more gifts for you.” He teased, dancing dangerously close on the edge of his orgasm.

“Yes, yes yes.” She breathed out, whining. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room, only spurring her on more as she watched him bury himself inside of her aching pussy again and again. “Please, Santa- Give it to me, give it all to me!”

Joel chuckled, his mouth attaching to the skin below her ear and biting down. His hands pushed her down hard just as his hips rocked up – pushing her over the edge she had been dancing on as well.

“Santa- Fuck!”

She gripped him like a vice, her hands finding his as her orgasm seared through her and Joel fucked her through it, his voice becoming darker.

“Like that, like that-” He mumbled, needing just a few more thrusts with how madly she was still pulsing around him. “Fucking naughty girl, strangling Santa’s cock- Oh, shit-”

Joel kept thrusting up as he spilled himself inside of her greedy pussy, filling her up as she writhed in his grip, her hips still erratic on top of him.

He couldn’t stop his cock from slipping out, a noise of protest leaving her which was quickly replaced with a moan as she watched the last few ropes of cum splash over her mound and the bottom of her shirt, the white in stark contrast to the dark fabric.

The view of his still swollen head gliding through her cum-covered pussy sent shivers through her as she came down from her high, hearing Joel’s heavy pants in her ear.

“Ain’t that better than coals in your stocking, darlin’?” He asked in between breaths, chuckling slightly. Watching the mess in between her legs, he couldn’t stop the small groan that creeped up his throat. “Gonna behave for next year?”

She giggled, finally tearing her gaze away from where his cock still rested in between her pussy lips to look at him instead.

“Mhm, I don’t know.” She said, a grin spreading on her face. This whole thing was exactly what she’d needed, and she would fight for him to keep that stupid costume. And for him to put it on again. “Is my present gonna be better than this?”

His warm hands smoothed over her thighs, the fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt as he moved up. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and he knew this wouldn’t be the only time this happened.

“We’ll see.” Joel said before leaning in and kissing her, hearing the soft hum vibrating in her chest. “But before next year… Maybe I have just a little something left in my sack for you.”

A laugh broke out of her, feeling herself clench around nothing as she thought of what else his sack contained for her.

And she would enjoy every second of it.

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Two idiots in love. (P4)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: Joel and the reader continue to navigate their feelings for each other, but it starts to become more and more clear as time progresses.

Warning: blood, guns, death, cursing

Masterlist

Parts 1, 2, 3, 5

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Ellie walked out of the building to join Joel and Y/N.

Joel was knelt down by a car, his hands prying at the gas cap. Y/N was leaning against said car, and the two seemed to be arguing.

"Joel, please. I can help you sometimes…"

"No. You don't need to be doing any of this stuff. Bad for you."

Siphoning another car.

Ellie sighed as she neared, "We have to do this every hour?"

The two peaked their heads up at her.

Joel calmly explained, "Gas breaks down over time. This stuff's almost water. Back in the day, we'd drive, 10, 12 hours on one tank. You could go anywhere."

She nodded, "So where'd you go?"

Joel looked up at her again, finally rigging up the tubing. "Pretty much nowhere." And he brought the tube to his mouth.

He blew into one tube, making gas come out of the other and into their small fuel tank.

Ellie smiled, "Nice! How does that work?"

He tilted his head back and forth, "It's a siphon."

Ellie looked confused, and Joel realized he needed to dumb it down a bit.

Y/N smiled as well. Joel was such a patient man.

"It's when liquid travels against gravity," he looked a bit confused, "…because pressure…"

"You don't know."

Joel became defensive, "I know it works."

Ellie turned away, walking towards another car.

Joel reprimanded, "No wandering."

The girl sighed, "Okay." And set on the hood of the closest car. "This is your fault then."

Y/N laughed as Ellie pulled her joke book out of her bag, watching Joel become more annoyed at each joke.

…

"Alright. I think that's enough for today."

Joel turned the truck off the road and into the forest.

Y/N got out carefully, and moved to the bed of the truck to get the small camping grill Bill had left them.

Joel stopped her, "I'll get it, sweetheart."

He set it on the ground where they would make their camp.

She smiled, "Well, you get us unpacked, and I'll make dinner?"

He considered her proposal, "Alright."

…

The two adults watched Ellie eat her food with an animalistic speed.

"Slow down," Joel reprimanded.

"This IS slow."

Y/N smiled with a small chuckle.

Ellie finally slowed down, "What am I even eating?"

Y/N finally spoke up, "That is 20 year old Chef Boyardee ravioli."

"Well, that guy was GOOD."

Joel grimaced, "I actually agree."

The silence ensued until Ellie spoke up, "Can we start a fire though? I'm freezing."

"Now, why am I gonna tell you no?"

"Because infected will see the smoke…"

Y/N spoke up again, her plate untouched, "…no. That's not it at all…"

Joel nodded, "Fungus isn't that smart. This is too remote for Infected anyway."

Ellie gulped slightly, "…People?"

Joel just gave a look, but it was enough to tell her she was right.

"So, what are they gonna do? Rob us?" Ellie scoffed.

Joel stared down at his food, "No. They'll have way more in mind than that." He glanced over, seeing Y/N's untouched plate, "Eat."

She sighed slightly, "I… I'm not that hungry."

He straightened his shoulders, his voice becoming demanding, "Eat, Y/N."

She shook her head. She didn't mean to be defiant, but she couldn't bare to eat food at the moment.

Joel set his plate down. She knew his tone well. He was angry, but trying to mask it for her. "Sweet girl…"

But she stopped before he could continue, "Joel, really. Please don't push it."

He stared at her for a while before nodding, going back to his food.

…

Joel and Y/N woke up early, under the same covers as they always did. Joel began to pack up as Y/N offered to start a small pot of coffee.

Joel took the offer, running a hand over Y/N's messy hair. He took note of her puffy eyes from sleep and the sweet smile that she wore.

He wished he could hold that picture forever.

They began their duties, as made quiet small talk to avoid waking Ellie. "Joel..?"

Joel turned to look at Y/N over his shoulder, "..Yeah?"

"Somedays I wish I had your accent…"

Joel actually smirked at the woman. God, she was a treasure. "My accent?"

"Yeah. You have this accent. I don't know. I like it, I guess."

He nodded, unsure of what to say.

So, she continued, "I think I just like your voice. It's… soothing. I don't think the accent would sound as nice with me."

Joel just let her talk. She hadn't spoken this much since Bill and Frank's.

"…I wish I could've met you before all of this…"

This made the man stop packing. "…what?"

"I.. well… you know? What you were like and… what you did, what you wore, how you talked. What you were like with your daughter…."

Joel was unmoving. He was thankful his back was to her, or she would've seen the expression on his face.

"…Can't I be a little curious?"

He sighed. Of course, she could be. He would tell her anything in the world her heart desired if she asked.

Finally, he spoke. It was slow and calculated, "You can be."

"Do you think we would've been friends? Our old selves?"

This woman would be Joel's end. And he would love her for it.

He finally turned to look at her. She sat on the ground next to the pot of coffee. Her big eyes staring back up at his in concern for his answer.

He sat in the silence for a moment as he thought of what to say. He settled on, "…you wouldn't have liked me." And he moved back to the truck to pack.

She tilted her head, "You don't know that."

He spoke over his shoulder, "I do. And I don't even know why you're around me now, if I'm being honest."

She misinterpreted him, her eyes saddening, "Well… do… Do you not want me here?"

Joel immediately turned around with wide eyes and slight panic. His voice hardened, "That's not what I said. And don't say that ever again."

She was thrown off by his sudden defense. It confused her, "…but you said.."

"You're not leaving. I won't let that happen."

A nod and a confused look was all Joel got from the woman in front of him.

She stood up, walking her bag to the truck. She stood next to Joel, and placed the bag in the bed.

They said nothing. They weren't sure if there was anything to say.

Joel finally sighed, turning to her. He reached up with one hand, placing it on the bag of her head, letting his fingers play with the strands of hair, "Listen, sweet girl. I only meant-"

"What the fuck is that?"

Ellie interrupted the two.

Joel sighed as he dropped his hand and looked over to Ellie, "You don't like coffee?"

Y/N sighed at the lost moment, her shoulders slumping.

…

Ellie woke up in the backseat as Y/N muttered road names under her breath to Joel as she stared at a road map. Joel would only nod or hum lightly at the names.

Ellie thought it was strange, their little secret language to each other.

But she only opened her eyes when she felt the truck stop.

They were at the outskirts of an abandoned city.

And the underpass needed to keep driving was blocked by a semi truck that had crashed.

"Stay put." Joel muttered as he got out with his gun to investigate.

Ellie took this time to get caught up. "Where are we?"

Y/N looked over her shoulder, "Kansas City."

Ellie nodded, "So, you and Joel are..?"

Y/N sighed, "You heard us this morning?"

"Yeah. I think he likes you a lot."

The woman leaned back in her seat. "Doesn't matter, Ellie. You shouldn't get too attached to people. They always die."

"But Joel-"

"-I said, it doesn't matter." Her voice grew pleading, "Don't get too attached to us, Ellie."

The girl knew she didn't really mean that.

Joel got back into the truck, his hand reaching out for the map in Y/N's hands.

Ellie noticed the way their fingers grazed each others. "So how far back do we have to go?"

Joel stared at the map, tracing potential roads until he sighed. He gently set the map down in Y/n's lap. "Screw it."

He turned the truck around, driving through the city to get back on the highway.

But half way through, he cursed under his breath, "Where the fuck is the highway?"

Y/N hummed, "I'm turned around now. Just… give me a second."

Joel spoke up, "Don't look at the state map, hon. Look at the inset."

"Either way, I'll still be confused."

She spoke under her breath, trying to figure it out.

Joel turned, "It's gotta be the right…"

"STOP!"

Joel hit the brakes at Ellie's plea.

A man was in front of the truck, holding his side, "Please! Help me!"

Y/N's head perked up at the cry, "Joel…?"

"Put your damn seatbelt on."

Ellie stared at the man, "Aren't we gonna help him?"

"No."

And Joel hit the gas, making the man jump out of the way.

Y/N noticed the person on the roof of the next building, their feet kicking at a barrel.

And it fell towards the truck.

"JOEL!"

Joel tried to swerve, but couldn't avoid it.

It hit the windshield.

It made Joel blind to the row of nails that now pierced the tires.

The truck swerved, crashing into a building harshly.

Joel immediately reached out for Y/N, his hand on the back of her head like earlier, but in a more panicked state, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You're not hurt or nothin?"

"… I don't know…"

When Joel pulled his hand away from her head, it came back slightly red with blood.

"Shit."

Y/N noticed the blood too, looking at Joel with a worried expression.

He wanted to comfort her, but the bullets that pierced the truck reminded him of the situation.

"Belts off. Get out."

Ellie and Y/N got out on the passenger side, blocking themselves from the bullets.

Joel followed suit.

He reached into the backseat through the window, grabbing his gun.

He turned to the girls, "You see that hole over there?"

They looked over to the hole in the wall.

"Can you squeeze through?"

Y/N only stared.

"When I say go, you crawl to that wall, and you squeeze through and you don't come out until I say, okay?"

A bullet broke one of the windows.

"And they're not gonna hit you."

Joel noticed Y/N's wandering gaze. He wanted to be soft, but he was too panicked to go so. "LOOK AT ME!"

She did.

"They're not gonna hit you. Take Ellie with you."

She stopped, "but I can't leave you."

He took her jaw in one hand, "You sweet, sweet girl. I'm gonna be fine. Let me worry about you. Stay down, stay low, and you stay quiet."

She knew not to argue.

"Alright. Go."

And with that, the two girls crawled to the hole in the wall with determination. Joel peaked over the top of the truck bed to shoot back.

He made sure the two got through.

He shot one easily, but another man was still out there. And judging by his taunts, he was enraged.

Silence.

Ellie and Y/N only stared at each other with wide eyes. Unsure of Joel's safety.

A gunshot.

Y/N couldn't help it. She just barely peeked out from the hole to check.

Joel stood tall, the end of his gun smoking just slightly.

He reached down to reload.

And it was jammed.

The door opened and a young man stepped out, ready to fight.

Joel was too.

Y/n heard the sound of rustling and the occasional grunt from a hit.

She wasn't sure who was winning.

But she was going to make sure it was Joel.

She stepped out while the man had his back to her.

Joel noticed and his eyes widened.

When the man saw Joel's gaze, he followed it. To which Y/N threw a heavy punch to the man's face.

The man was thrown off but not for long enough.

He reached forward, grabbing Y/N by her hair and pulling her to him.

Joel took that as an advantage and wrapped his hand around the man's neck, the other over his head, ready to snap his neck. He growled in the man's ear, "Don't fucking touch her."

Though the man was the only one with the gun, he was at the disadvantage.

Y/N stared into the man's eyes, trying to read his thoughts.

Finally, he muttered, "You're gonna fucking pay, old man."

This angered Joel. He didn't want to just kill the man. He wanted him to pay.

So, he threw the man backwards into the floor, continuing the fight.

Y/N fell to the ground herself, cradling her head in pain. She was already losing blood from earlier, and she was beginning to see stars.

So, when Joel was on the ground, being choked by the man, Y/N was of no help.

Ellie stepped out, shooting the man in the leg.

It gave Joel a moment to collect himself and his breath. His eyes immediately flickered between Ellie and Y/N.

The man backed up to the door on the ground.

He was just a boy.

And he began to plead, "NO, no, no it's okay. It's okay. It's over. We're not fighting anymore."

Y/N pushed herself up onto her knees. Her face contorted in pain.

She couldn't help but feel bad.

Especially when he continued, "I'm gonna go home. I'll tell everyone you're good. I… I don't know what to do. My legs don't work."

He started to weep. "My mom isn't far, if you could get me to her."

Joel started to get up.

"Please. We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn't know. I'm Bryan."

Joel approached Ellie was an angry expression, holding his hand out for the gun in her hand.

She sighed and handed it to him.

And Joel took out a knife, turning back to the boy.

The boy began to plead again, "Wait, wait, wait."

Joel turned to Ellie in rage. His voice was low, "Get back behind the wall."

Ellie just stared.

Finally, Y/N spoke up quietly, "…just go."

When Ellie turned to leave, Bryan began pleading loudly, "I'm sorry! Please, no! I'm sorry!"

Y/N turned to Joel once Ellie hid. A tear fell down her face at the sight. Her voice was almost a whisper, "Joel?"

But he wouldn't listen. "Close your eyes."

Joel was an unmovable force. Merciless and cruel. For everyone that stood in his way.

It scared her slightly, watching his eyes turn murderous.

She had killed before, sure. But never had she looked so… bloodthirsty.

Not like he did.

She closed her eyes, listening to the man's cries for his mother until they were silenced.

She didn't dare open her eyes until she felt Joel's breath on her face.

His eyes scanned her carefully. "You okay?"

"No."

Joel's jaw clenched. "Alright. We'll fix this. Let's get you cleaned up, Darlin."

And just like that, the murderous glare was gone, and Joel had returned.

And this Joel was hers.

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Part 5

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🍄 ROUND 2: MATCH 7 🍄

🍄 Vote for your Favorite Fungi! 🍄

Descriptions Below ⬇️

Toad

"You know him you love him" - Submission 32

"Toad is one of the main characters of the Mario franchise. He is Princess Peach's attendant and a longtime protector of the Mushroom Kingdom. He is actually a singular character among an entire species of look-alikes (much like Yoshi is to the Yoshi species), leading to confusion over some of his appearances. He usually has the role of a supporting character who tries to help Mario and Luigi on their adventures" - Super Mario Wiki

Toad Propaganda

Shrub Berry

"shes the last of her kind she has ladybug wings she can talk to wolves and i love her lots" - Submission 183

"Shrub's empire is called the Undergrove and is located in the forest hills. She has gone for a general mushroom & forest-inspired cottagecore vibe for most of her builds, with several hobbit hole-like villager soon-to-be villager homes as well as a big colorful mushroom castle with multiple levels for her to live in.

The empire's main exports consist of nether- based building materials such as warped and crimson stems, as well as shroomlights and different kinds of mushrooms." - Empires SMP Wiki

Shrub Propaganda

Toad Berry

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Mixed Propaganda

Walking Mushroom

"Funny little mushroom guys who walk on little legs that are ALSO made of mushrooms. In a series set in a magical ecosystem where every plant, animal and fungus is a monster they are canonically the least competent species in the world, so they've got that "pathetic little creature" charm going for them too." - Submission 190

":D” - Askbox Submission

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Walking Mushroom Propaganda

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pelynas · 3 months

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My personal Billy Lenz head canons cause he is like a fungus on my brain rn.

warnings for CSA, Abuse, neglect and child death!!!

to start with my interpretation of his backstory (this is where those warnings come in)

🩸From the moment of his birth his parents are indifferent to him as he was most likely an accident

🩸 he grows up a bit and their pretty neglectful already, but his parents start to become hostile, and act disgusted towards him when he starts showing signs of "not being right in the head" so to say.

🩸 he is basically used as his mother's punching bag when his fathers at work. Emotional and verbal abuse evolving into sexual and physical abuse.

🩸 This causes Billy to develop an extreme fear of women and as a result of this repetitive sexual abuse he's hypersexual.

🩸 His parents plan to have another child (one they actually want) and once his mother becomes pregnant, he gets moved to the attic his only contact with his parents now being when his mother comes up to take stuff out on him.

🩸 Agnes is born and the parents agree due to his unstable nature he should not be left alone with her even if he's in the attic it is too much of a risk.

🩸 cut to a couple of years later Agne's is now toddler aged able to talk a bit but still needing lots of care.

🩸 It is Christmas eve their mom goes out for some last-minute errands leaving a napping Agnes and Billy alone.

🩸 Billy creeps down to see Agnes he has probably done this before during the night he just wants to see the baby.

🩸 Agnes wakes up and starts crying confused about where her mom is and frightened seeing Billy as she does not recognise the dirty scraggly boy staring at her calling her pretty.

🩸Billy starts to panic and tries to quiet Agnes down both concerned for her getting in trouble for crying and for fear of his parents punishing him for upsetting the baby.

🩸 Billy grabs her pillow now feeling and starts to smother her she begs for him to stop she eventually goes quiet and limp.

🩸 Billy wraps her up in her blanket trying to delude to himself that she is still alive.

🩸 He brings the bundle that once was his little sister up to the attic.

🩸 Billy's parents come home at around the same time father panicking "you left Billy alone with Agnes!?" this panic spreading to both parents when they realise that Agnes is not in her room.

🩸 They call Billy down demanding to know where the baby is Billy reassures that she is okay in her relieved state Billy's mom calls him a good boy for the first and last time.

🩸 Billy brings down the bundle showing his parents that the baby is "alright".

🩸 in an emotional rage Billy's parents grab him and start to beat him and verbally berating him with more intensity than their usual filthy Billy's and other things of that nature.

🩸 They tell Billy to go back up the attic, but he instead goes into the kitchen and grabs a knife then the overwhelming impulse he has always been plagued with intensifies and he lunges stabbing his father to death his mother tries to run but gets cornered she tries to plead with him, but it doesn't work and she is also killed.

🩸 the front door still being partially open due to the parents panicking in their rush allows for the neighbours to hear the commotion they call the police.

🩸 What they find is a young delirious and bloody billy sitting rocking and singing to the cold bundle in his arms.

🩸 Billy is deemed mentally unwell and is sent to a mental institution where he spends the rest of his time.

🩸 When he turns 18, he gets moved out of the children's facility and into an adult one which is nearby the town in which Pi Kappa sig is located.

🩸 When he is 21 and it is around the Christmas season, he escapes he somehow finds some clothes so he can get out of the hospital mandated clothes.

🩸 then the events prior to and during the movie happen.

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Yeah, sorry if that was a lot now, we can move onto the general head canons now that you have the context of my interpretation :D

🎄 He definitely has other mental health issues but something I am sure on based on my personal experience with them is that he has OCD and Autism.

🎄 Doesn't just bite his nails he devours them till their red raw.

🎄 Has quite wonky teeth and probably a good few cavities.

🎄Really sensitive to the light much prefers the dark.

🎄large areas can overwhelm him he much prefers confined spaces.

🎄has a big sweet tooth will eat candy and other packaged foods till hes nauseous.

🎄 Claude the cat has basicly become his emotional support animal Claude will come up to him when he's having his meltdowns breakdowns and other things like that.

🎄Speaking of cats, defiently more of a cat person dogs would be too loud for him.

🎄Also speaking of cat's I imagine him really really liking Tom and Jerry (I think they might have showed it as a treat in the kids institute) .

🎄He is kind of jealous of the sorority sisters the fact that they're his age living their lives normally he wants that.

🎄Simultaneously hypersexual and sex repulsed (God help him).

🎄 conflicted because he really enjoys christmas but it has such bad memories attached that it causes him to mentally spiral even worse than he usually does.

🎄as shown in one of the calls he wants to be stopped, he basicly feels trapped by his own mind and not in control of his own actions 99 percent of the time.

🎄 Has rare moments of lucidity, and after they go away he just feels worse.

🎄Desires connection with other people but feels too far gone and alienated for that to become a reality (which is my explanation for why I think he would use He/it)

🎄 Stims predominantly verbally (echolia) and physically (for example, biting and scratching himself or his turtleneck and fidgeting with his hands)

#billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #not me actually posting original content.#black christmas (1974)

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mschimdt · 5 months

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EXPLORER SHENANIGANS PT.1

200 followers special

synopsis: you, a famous youtuber known for exploeimg abandoned buildings with your friend jaz, come across freddy fazbears, you stumble inside not knowing there was security

warnings: i domt proof read my fics, if u dont like it then leave

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you, a famous youtuber known for exploring abandoned buildings and places, along with your friend, jaz.

you were streaming on youtube,in your backyard, talking to your fans asking them to reccomend places for you to explore, you were reading the chat with jaz

"a abandoned hospital?" you looked at jaz, she replied "thats too dangerous, ive hearf that hey have radioactive shit" she chuckled

"yeah true, oooohh someone said freddy fazbears thr pizzarea that 5 kids went missing in, thats a good one actually, i thinkd it'd be fun to explore that place, i dont think theres any security there" you looked at jaz " thats actually such a good idea!" she replied

you stared at the chat, everyone agreeing for you to go visit freddys.

"i think we should go, what time is it jaz?" u asked

"its 10:38" she replied, "think nows a good time?" u asked

"yeah, lets go collect our things, ill carry the cameras and you stream" she said

you were talking to the screen "okay guys were gonna pause the stream for a bit to get prepared, we'll stream again once were ready" you waved at the camera and paused to stream

you went inside, changing your clothes, grabbing a mini med kit just incase, and a pocket knife along with aa gas mask, you were always prepared before exploring abandoned places after you explored a school once with no equipment and you found fungus and some physcopath living inside it

"im gonna start the stream again lemme just grab my keys" you said

you were walking to your car, you opened the stream again "alright were back, time to go explore freddys!!" "woooo"

"i dont know if we should be scared honestly, i mean 5 kids got 'killed' in there apparently and there were some missing people a few days ago with their cars parked outside freddys" you said nervously

"lets not think about that, think about what we could find! i mean.. afterall we used to go here as kids." jazz said trying to reasure you

"okay were here" you said, parking your car

you turned the keys, shutting the car off, you opened the door and got oit of the car "oh my gof this ppace looks creepy as fuck!" jaz said, staring up at the flickering sign

"yeah, alright lets find a way in"

you found the door, it was open? weird, you said to yourself

"whys it opened?" "bet you theres some other peoppe exploring in here, lets me careful dunni what theyre capable of"

you walked down the short stairs, leading into a dark hallway, you walked and walked till you reached the stage room

"oh my god! i remember this room from when i was a kid!" jaz said excitedly, walkimg around the games studying them

"do you think they work?" you said

"theres no power, maybe if we find a power switch?"

"good idea come on!" you ran across the hallway, looking for a electricity room, you also stopped along the way to explore other rooms "found it!" you said

"alright lets try this" you said, turning your camera to face the lever you were about to pull, "3.... 2..... 1!" you pulled it down, lighting the pizzarea up, the lights making slight buzzing noises

you went back to the stage room, trying out the games

you didnt notice a guy coming through the wide door

"hey! youre not supposed to be here" he said. the guy looked like he'd just woken up from a nap

"and who're you..?" yous said

"security", he said followed by a yawn

you and jaz turned to face him,

"arent you those youtubers?" he said

"yeah- sorry about this tho didnt know there was security" jaz said

"look ill make an exception, you can hangout around jere for abit aslong as you dont break anything"

"really?!- thank you so much-..?"

"names mike"

"thank you mike!"

you and jaz played some games, mike was sitting by on a table.

then he spoke up "righy- how'd yall get in here?" "the door was opened" you replied "shit i forgot to lock it, be right back" he went to lock the door, u and jaz having the time of your life playing the arcade games

mike came back while you were both trying a basketball game, "lemme try" mike said, walking up to the stand he threw the ball, landing it into the hoop

he raised aa first up and yelled "wooo!"

u both laughed, trying to score a hoop, then you heard mike say "i know a few tricks to these games, theyre all rigged" he laughed

soon enough, it was 5am, mikes shift was about to end "okay so my shifts about to end- you guys should definetley come by tomorrow tho, today was fun" he said, a genuine smile on his face

his smiles pretty cute, u smile back, jaz turned to you raising and eyebrow at you

"thatd a good idea mike, we'll come by tomorrow, thank you for tonight really and thanks for not kicking us out!!"u said, making your way out of the building to your car

you got in your car, jaz said "holy shit that was so fun"

"litteraly ohh my gooodd" u added

you drove all the way back to your house, you and jaz have been living together for almost a ywar, you bought the house when your youtube channel took off so you could make more content

you edited the video, and posted it on youtube before going to sleep

once you woke up, you noticed the video had over 5million views, thats a record for you

"JAZ JAZ!!" you yelled "look oh my god"you added excitedly "holy shit? in SEVEN HOURS????" "YESS! we also gained 300K more subscribers from it"

"the freddy thing really worked out i guess"yo u said chuckling slightly

you spent your day home with jaz, untik you got an idea "jaz wanna get some snacks? we could watch a movie" "good idea, ill go get dressed"

you both got dressed, heading to the car to go to the supermarket nearby simce you were runnung low on snacks

the moment you got there, you noticed a familiar car, didnt think anything about it though

you walked inside, picking up a few snacks, you turned around to hed to thw other aisle, and you caught a glimpse of mike, with a little kid? he has a kid?

he noticed you, you went up to him.

"heyy, how are you" you said with a smile on your face

"im good! whatre you doing here?" he said

"nothing kust picking up some snavks, i disnt know you had a kid" you said, staring at the little girl who looked to be around 9

"oh abby? shes my sister not my kid, im raising her though because my parents uh- my dad left and my moms dead and stuff"

"im so sorry about that, anyways me and jazz might come by tonight, last time was fun" after that, you said your goodbyes and continued shopping, seeing him every few minutes, either waving or smiling each time you saw him.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt #mike schimdt x reader #mike fnaf #fnaf smut #mike smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schidmt smut #peeta mellark #josh futturman #five nights at freddy's #josh hungergames #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson

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spenglersweetheart · 20 days

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I’m not sure if your requests are open or not but I was wondering if I could get a Egon X reader who is smart (not really smart) but smart and one day he’s rambling about fungi and he gets a fact incorrect and reader corrects him and he’s just like

🧍🏻

I love it when you talk science

Idk it popped into my head seems the sorta thing he’d do

i am taking requests! you're my first request and oh my god i love it sm. i'm sorry if the fungi talk is a little minimal or even a bit basic, as i do not know much about it but i am researching a bit, just for you! :) hope you enjoy it!

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Penicillium, Not Penicillin

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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IT WAS NORMAL FOR EGON TO TALK ABOUT his love for fungi. In fact, you loved when he talked about it very much. You learned a lot from the talks that you two have. Sometimes, you even take notes because the things he spills out are so interesting. So when you were at the Firehouse, you were settled in your usual spot in the lab, hearing him talk about another fungus. The famous one most people know. The one that people mixed up.

You're looking back at your notes and you notice something, mainly because you were absent mindedly listening. Maybe it was indeed a mixup, but, when Egon was talking again, you immediately noticed it.

"A lot of people know that penicillin can spread through mostly food, but it can also be found on different fabrics, too," Egon explained.

"Penicillium ..." you mutter, fixing your notes that you have just written down.

Egon turns around from the current activity that he's multitasking on. You look up at him. If you hadn't been so close to him, you wouldn't have noticed the slightly widened eyes that he currently wore behind his glasses.

"Sorry?"

"Penicillium," you repeat, "Not penicillin. Penicillin is the antibiotic that comes from the fungi that I assume that you're talking about. Penicillium is the actual fungi that you're referring to. It's a common misconception. One that I am surprised that you have mixed up."

"Had I? Well, I didn't even notice," Egon told you.

"I know, because you were so invested in it," you say back, "Also, Penicillium can grow in any material that is water - damaged, so if you guys don't clean up after yourselves if you spill things on the floors or anything else that we have that wooden, we will have a penicillium problem. And that may even be more of a problem than New York's ghost problem."

You look back up, waiting for a response from the other scientist. But, he looks at you, seemingly flabbergasted that you even corrected him in the first place.

"Egon?" You ask. You almost get worried, "Earth to Egon ... What are you thinking about in that huge brain of yours?"

He eventually breaks from whatever reality that he's in. You wait for a response. You almost stand up to walk over to him, but you don't, since you see that small little smirk that appears on his face.

"I love it when you talk science," he says to you.

A smile crept up on your face as soon as he said that to you. "I can talk more science," you say. "That is, if you want me to."

Egon then sits down right across from you. You can tell that he's definitely invested in what you have to say now.

"Gladly," he answers.

#ghostbusters #egon spengler x reader #spence's small fics #egon x reader #egonspenglerishot

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Ideas for what the boys (maybe some of the other random npcs too if you're up for it?) do when valentines day rolls around?

Valentines Headcannons

Ominis Gaunt x reader; Sebastian Sallow x Reader; Poppy Sweeting x reader

Warnings - none

A/N - I'm writing for these 3 because I don't feel comfortable enough with anyone else's personality to be able to elaborate on something like this? As I play the game more myself hopefully I can add on to these types of things

Sebastian

he would be the most likely to initially forget about it until it's only like a few days away

he would be scrambling to do the most with the least time so you didn't feel forgotten about even if he did in fact forget

he would be trying to plan the day from start to finish with flowers he's scrambled to pick first thing in the morning

treating you to a private lunchtime in the undercroft which he put together by convincing the house elves to let him do some not-so-great cooking for you

he would want to finish the day by taking you to hogsmeade for an authentic seated dinner

OR if intimate is more your thing, he would probably kidnap you to Feldcroft

he would enlist the help of locals to set up a much better dinner for you in a picturesque outdoor setting

at then end of the day he would confess how he had originally forgotten about the holiday

to which you would let him know how much you appreciated his efforts and that it was pretty above and beyond for just some 7th year students

Ominis

he would want to keep things simple, but private with you two

he would be craving your touch all day in anticipations of some evening cuddling

but he would start the day greeting you with a surprising public kiss on the cheek and wishing you a happy valentines

he would inform you to meet him in the undercroft after your last class before giving you a note and a piece of jewelry

using some transfiguration, since it is his favorite he would have transformed the room into a comfortable place full of pillows, blankets, and relaxing seating

he would immediately grab you and make the two of you topple over into the couch

the both of you would be laughing as he relaxed into you, hands roaming your body, but not in a sensual way

he just wanted to be close and missed you all day and wanted to know if you liked his surprise of trying to make the room a little more comfy

he'll have acquired some stolen snacks from the kitchen and to your surprise, he would offer to read to you

usually he adored having you read to him, but you always told him how much you loved his voice so this was his surprise

he would have some options at the ready and you'd probably make him read a rather silly tale before you both drift to sleep together

Poppy

she would want to make sure everything is PERFECT

she would be so nervous talking to you throughout the day to try and keep her plans a surprise

she would take you out on a trail marked with flower petals

she would stop to make sure you knew all the creatures that were present along the way, even plants or fungus, things that were alive but not exactly animals

it would be like your own personal zoo tour in the wild

she would lead you to a makeshift tent with a picnic basket she hid for the two of you to have a late, moonlight dinner watching the mooncalves together

you would cuddle under blankets and enjoy one another's company, probably falling asleep and staying out too late

before you know it you're waking up in the middle of the night, giggling as you pack your things up and rush to sneak back into the castle

#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #poppy sweeting #hogwarts legacy #ominis #ominis gaunt headcannon #sebastian sallow headcannon #poppy sweeting headcannon #hogwarts legacy headcannon #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #poppy sweeting x reader

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 3 months

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Chapter 4 of No Fun in Fungus! The next chapter will be last!

@daboyau

@theawesomeninja-xd

@nights-flying-fox

@phoebepheebsphibs

Donnie can’t help but feel angry at this point.

At who, he isn’t entirely certain.

Himself? The mushrooms?

There’s just anger.

Weight is suddenly in his hand.

It’s his tech bō.

He slams it into the side of the fake Leo’s head as hard as he can.

The hallucination’s head and neck cracks sideways audibly.

It’s gaze moves back to Donnie.

“You hate me this much? Why? What….did I ever do to you? Why do you want me to be gone from your life so badly?”

Donnie’s hands steady as he hits again.

“Shut up! I don’t care if some dumb dumb mushrooms keep saying my brothers think I hate them!”

Another whack.

“They know I love them! I know I love them! Just because I made mistakes and can’t express my feelings like other people doesn’t make me a monster!”

An even harder hit.

“I would build, destroy, do anything for them! You can’t take that away from me!”

The bō suddenly gets grabbed as the image turns into Shredder.

“You think you can do anything? A pathetic little mistake, a blight on my bloodline talking so boldly. You believe you can hide your weaknesses with machinery, you forget how easily I destroyed it! How easily I can destroy you!”

Donnie is well aware what happened to his tech on multiple occasions.

Because of his failures, two people he cared a lot about were gone within the same day.

However, it was that same tech he created that gave them time to escape.

It was his invention that helped bring Leo back from somewhere that seemed impossible.

Maybe nothing he made was perfect or would always been 100% successful.

He’d make them over and over again to help his family.

Reminding himself of them also brings back the memory of Raph.

There’s a chance that the other component he had been missing was besides knowing this wasn’t real.

Raph didn’t only allow them to calm him down, he also chose to face his fear completely while thinking it was real.

He ha/ to do the same to have a chance of making sure everyone else was okay.

Donnie let’s go of the stuck tech bō and lunges at Shredder, hoping that the hallucination would just vanish.

It still surprises him that it works.

What surprises him even more is when he realizes that he’s actually going towards Raph and Leo.

The three all let out yelps as they crash into each other.

“Okay, ow.” Donnie complains, draped over Raph’s chest and part of Leo.

“That’s my line.” Leo grumbles, but not making any attempt to move.

Raph grabs and pulls the both of them into a tight hug.

“Raph’s never been so happy to get crashed into. You okay? Leo and I saw some….intense stuff.”

“Luckily I am the pinnacle of mysterious bad boy personas, I have my emotions completely under control.” Donnie says despite clinging to them just as much.

Raph can’t help but smile a little more at his reaction, despite the situation they’re in.

It’s nice to know he’s still considered a safe space after everything that’s happened.

“Don’t worry, Raph’s got ya.”

“….Thank you. There is something I want to say-“

“Hold on! I need to give you this before I forget.” Leo holds up the inhaler.

“You….still have that thing? You know I can just make one with ninpo now.”

“Maybe, but if you’re stressed and can’t breathe how are you going to focus enough to make one?…..Are you crying?”

Donnie hides his face in Leo’s shoulder.

“No. The spore cloud made my eyes burn.”

Leo pats his head.

“Sure it did.”

“I’d give you yours, but they’re in my battle shells.”

“They’re? As in more than one?”

“Obviously I have to have one in each or else it nullifies the purpose of it being handy in an emergency.”

Leo sniffles.

“The dust got in my eyes too.”

Tears fall onto them from above, making the two look up.

“There’s nothing in my eyes, I just love you guys so much.” Raph admits.

“We love you too, big guy. Let’s go get Mikey so he doesn’t get mad we’re group hugging without him.” Leo pats Raph’s face.

Raph nods.

“Let’s go make sure he’s okay.”

He lets go of Donnie and Leo before they all stand up.

Leo wobbles slightly.

Donnie nonchalantly leans closer to him, offering his shoulder.

Leo silently accepts the invitation to help him stay upright.

The three of them make their way further in.

When the spores made everything hard to see, Mikey scrambled to grab onto anyone he could.

When he felt nothing, it scared him pretty badly.

There wasn’t much to go on to find out which way they went so he went a random direction and just called out for all of them.

He felt so relieved when he heard all their voices together after some time of walking.

“Hey! You guys! I’m here! Is everyone okay?”

The relief vanishes very quickly as Mikey realizes the voices were angry ones, his brothers were arguing.

“You’re just selfish, Leo! Even after almost getting us all killed you still can’t stop and think for even a second about how we might feel!” Donnie shouts.

“Since when do you care about how people feel!? You keep building robots just so someone will want to hang out with you! I bet S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. died just so he wouldn’t have to be around you anymore!”

Mikey gasps loudly.

That was an incredibly low blow considering S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was like their nephew and, by extension, Donnie’s son.

“Leo! How could you say that?”

Donnie slaps Leo across the face, hard enough that Mikey could tell it stung.

Leo recovers from the slap and tackles Donnie, rolling around in a fight with him on the floor.

“What are you doing!? Raph! Help me stop them!” Mikey pleads, looking up at him.

Raph crosses his arms and has a look that makes Mikey freeze.

This was completely different from how he looks when he’s disappointed.

Raph always has that shine in his eyes even at the worst moments. While the saying is that people keep their hearts on their sleeves, Raph keeps it in his eyes.

That was missing at the moment.

“How many times am I going to have to keep cleaning up everyone’s messes? All I ever do is take care of you three and you’ve never appreciated it. Especially not you.”

“O-Of course I appreciate it! I appreciate you! I love you and Leo and Donnie and dad-“

“No, you don’t. Maybe you love Leo and dad and Donnie, but not me. I worked so hard to keep you safe and for what!? All it did was push you away from me! I’m the bad guy because I didn’t let you do dumb and dangerous things! You never care how hard it is for me to have to be responsible! I have fun too! I’m not just a buzzkill like you guys keep saying!”

Mikey feels tears pricking at his eyes at the tone and volume that Raph has been using.

None of his lectures ever sound like this.

“I-I’m….I’m sorry….”

“You know what? I should be glad you don’t want to hang out with me anymore. You’re annoying.”

Mikey’s heart break into little pieces.

Leo and Donnie stand up.

“Finally, something we can agree on. I’m sick and tired of you coming into my lab! I hate having to pretend like your dumb ideas matter.” Donnie crosses his arms.

“N-No….D-Donnie….h-he likes my ideas! Th-This isn’t him….it can’t be….” Mikey whimpers.

“You guys are being too hard on him.” Leo interjects.

Mikey looks up at him hopefully.

“Why even bother saying what’s wrong with him? He can’t change, he won’t change. Dr. Toxic Positivity only cares if someone’s upset so he can make them feel bad about it.”

“T-Toxic….? No! Please! I just want to help! I can do better! I-I can make this better!”

“You can’t cook breakfast, you can’t draw, you can’t skateboard, you can’t do anything that would make you useful enough for us to put up with you.”

“My arms will heal! They’ll-!” Mikey looks down in horror as he sees the golden cracks on his arms.

“No no no! This isn’t happening!”

The other three turn their backs to him.

“This family is a joke. Good luck surviving without me around.” Raph starts walking off.

“No! Wait! Don’t go!”

“Try not to fall into a sewer hole chasing after a pigeon with pizza.” Donnie hisses, going another direction.

“Please! Stay!”

“You can’t keep yourself together, let alone the family. Being in the prison dimension is better than being here.” Leo comments, walking away from the rest as well.

Tears stream down Mikey’s face as he feels something else welling up.

No.

He was not just going to let them go.

If his arms have to suffer again, so be it.

The feeling flows through him, through his arms and throughout the rest of his body.

There’s a weightlessness that comes to him he isn’t fully aware of.

He’s floating.

Ninpo chains appear around him before shooting out in the directions his brothers went.

When he feels one chain gain purchase on something, he pulls it back.

There’s the sound of quite yelling that gets louder as the chain goes back to him.

It becomes loudest when Leo comes into his vision.

“Wha-, Mikey!? You can fly!?”

“Where are they?”

“You mean Raph and Donnie? They’re fine, they were right next to me, but what’s happening with you!?”

Mikey just sends out more chains.

The yelling starts up again and only ends when Raph and Donnie are brought over as well.

“Mikey!?” They question at the same time.

“How are you doing this!?” Raph pulls at the chain around him.

Mikey wraps more chains around his arms, glowing yellow pooling in his eyes and down his face in tears.

“Stop it! You’re not leaving! I don’t care if you want out of this family! W-We’re going to work out our problems and nobody is going anywhere!”

“Mikey, none of us want to leave the family! It’s the hallucinations!” Donnie insists.

“H-How do I know that!? Leo and Raph fought so much just because they couldn’t understand each other! L-Leo was just going to let himself die! None of you can promise me that you won’t leave!”

“Mikey-“

“No! W-We’re all going to apologize! I-I’m sorry for being so annoying…..I-I’m sorry I can’t use my arms a lot yet. I’m sorry you think I hate you Raphie!” He shuts his eyes, making more tears spill out.

Raph’s jaw drops.

Mikey only calls him Raphie nowadays when he wants something especially badly and his puppy dog eyes weren’t working.

When they were younger, that’s all he called him.

“No! You don’t need to apologize, Mikey! I know you don’t hate me, you don’t even hate Draxum!”

Mikey opens his eyes again, sniffling as they stop glowing.

“I was so scared when you put Leo in your escape pod. W-We had no idea what they were doing with you, i-if you’d come back. I never worried about us not surviving before Shredder! Then the Krang happened and…..I realized more we could all just die! E-Especially you.”

“What….what do you mean….?”

“Leo put himself in the prison dimension, but you made him leave you behind in your escape pod! When Shredder attacked Donnie, you put yourself between them and he was stepping on you! H-How many times are we going to have to see you like that!? It hurts! It’s scary!”

Raph desperately struggles against the chains, he wants to hug his poor baby brother so badly.

“I’m sorry! I….I always thought you guys being scared was better than you being hurt or worse. You’re not a burden or a responsibility, you’re my family. I always want to protect you, and….I can’t do that if I’m gone. I get it. I promise I do.”

Mikey hiccups and removes some chains from him, pulling him closer to hug him tightly.

Raph hugs him back just as tight, maybe even tighter.

Leo and Donnie sigh in relief slightly at Mikey calming down.

“If you’re feeling better, you can set us down now Miguel.” Leo smiles.

Mikey stares hard at him and Donnie from behind Raph’s shoulder.

“We’re not done.”

#2018 tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise fanfiction #tmnt 2018 #fanfiction #rottmnt michelangelo #rise leo #no fun in fungus #tw hallucinations

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aloysiavirgata · 5 months

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Prompt: Jealous Mulder and Scully reassuring him, UST. Thank you!

“Can I die?” she asked him once, dreamy with wine just after Ritter.

“Of course,” he said, broody, not really believing it. He didn’t know which answer he wanted for her.

She’d smiled at him with lushly purpled lips, the way she is now in upstate New York, in Ellicottville, where they’re undercover and investigating an art gallery owner for money laundering. She’s wearing a strapless blue silk dress right now and it swirls around her ankles like the sea at night.

People look at her the way some wolves must have looked at fire once. They understand that there is warmth in her, that there is light. That she can burn and burn and burn without being consumed.

He can’t. He feels himself being used up, hollowing out inside from his own cold, unquenchable flame. Gouging, he thinks, because he is a profiler.

Lumenizing, he thinks, because Scully is a doctor.

The gallery owner has been eye-fucking Scully for four days and Mulder is growing weary of it. He’s doing it right now, at this vineyard, where he’s pretending to be surprised to see them even though he recommended it.

Scully laughs a little, flirts a little the way she’s gotten better at doing. Shows her beautiful white throat. The gallery owner smiles at her, enchanted by her tourmaline eyes, her burnished hair.

“Excuse us,” she says after a few moments. Steers Mulder towards a side table with the press of her slim fingers on his arm.

They burn too, through his clothes.

She swallows the rest of her wine in a gulp. “What an asshole,” she remarks, peering back over her shoulder.

“Hitting on my wife in front of me is a bold move,” he observes, even though it’s the point of this little game they’re playing out.

Scully waggles her fingers so that the ring catches the light. “Maybe you should be a touch more possessive,” she suggests, her voice just past throaty.

He looks at her, then past her out the window. “That you talking or Mrs. Daphne Tillyard?”

“What do you want?” There’s so much in the question.

He shakes his head. Jerse, Van Blundht, Padgett, this idiot and a hundred other idiots. He wants their audacity, their risk tolerance. He wants her toothy smile, wants to kiss her without the threat of sorrow or damnation.

“Scully I-“

“Daphne.”

“Daphne.” He reaches out, runs a finger down her temple, over her cheekbone. He stops at the corner of her mouth. Her pupils dilate, her lips part.

“Mulder,” she whispers, husky. Her tongue is visible. She leans her cheek into his palm. “He’s not… it isn’t real.”

They could do this. It’s been brewing, fermenting for years and maybe tonight, maybe here, he can let himself do what he couldn’t even after the fungus.

He thumbs her chin, watches her searching eyes a beat longer. “Leo,” he corrects. He brushes her hair from her eyes and walks out to the back deck alone.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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: ̗̀➛ RAW — SATORU GOJOU

note. for @dearestgojo. thank you so much angel, it means a lot for you to say that :’) I hope you like this btw. automatic morning sex thoughts when I heard the song. for the 1k follower event. based on raw by loony.

tags. thigh fucking, consensual somnophilia, unprotected sex, lovedrunk gojo.

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rays of early morning sunlight filtered through the drifting sheer curtains, bathing you in a soft ethereal light. the breezy sunrise of Santorini was a beauty to marvel at with the distant sounds of the glistening azure waters and wind chimes in the streets below, but satoru believed that it didn’t compare to the sight of you in a deep slumber. naked and wrapped up in the high thread count bedsheets, letting out cute little snores.

the aegean sea had absolutely nothing on you. all of greece couldn’t hold a candle to his baby resting peacefully like an angel after a long night of being ravished by him—your bare shoulder and nape littered with the lovebites he greedily marked you with. satoru traces his fingers over the exposed skin, getting the phantom feeling of his teeth sinking and suckling into the soft flesh. he licks his lips and brings them down to your shoulder, nosing along your throat and inhaling with a low groan. his palm settled over your hip, rubbing small circles as he nuzzled into your neck.

satoru could never have enough of you, it made him dizzy. ravenous. not just in a physical sense, it was all of you. he wanted every bit of you every single day. his love for you often made him feel untethered and a little clumsy. so aware of how precious you are and how lucky he is.

you continued to sleep, the sun slowly rose above the horizon, and satoru was getting hard.

he looped an arm over your stomach and pulled you up against his groin with your back flush to his chest. satoru had woken up aching for you—dreamt he was licking and sucking that delicious rizogalo from last night right off of your sticky tits and belly. suddenly, you had been riding his cock by the shore; neck bared and tits bouncing under the greek sun as you sweetly cried his name over and over. (he ignored the fact that the old driver talking about his foot fungus also appeared in the dream).

you still smelled of your body wash, similar to the rose petals that littered your bed last night and was part of the catalyst to several rounds of fucking all over the large hotel suite. it left him reeling how insatiable you both were for the other and how many times you did it after exploring santorini—bent over the bathroom sink, against those balcony doors, riding him on that plush loveseat, in the jacuzzi as you sipped on champagne. satoru isn’t surprised at all that you’re knocked out exhausted and unaware of him grinding his clothed dick over your backside. you’re in nothing but a t-shirt, making this all too easy for him. not even wearing underwear.

the sight of you soft and vulnerable has satoru humping you dry until his precome is leaking in his underwear with a damp patch. he has permission but has never actually touched you in your sleep. even giving your tits a squeeze has him buzzing with excitement right now, knowing you’re unaware. he continues to grope you, feeling sneaky and dirty.

you shift briefly at this and satoru coos in your ear, hushing you back to sleep. once your breathing evens out, he leaves a kiss behind your ear. “shh, don’t mind me.” he murmurs playfully, pulling his hard cock out of his calvin kleins. reaching his long arms over you, he blindly grasps for the lube left on the bedside drawer.

it hits him then. he’s doing this, he’s really doing this. he’s doing this and you have no idea. the perversion of it all has his pulse beating faster, and he thinks he could get off on this alone.

satoru uncaps the lid with his teeth and pumps himself to spread the lube over his throbbing cock. keeping your thighs closed tight, he slowly slides his wet dick in between. the sounds of the early morning waves are drowned out by his long groan as he feels the way the plump skin of your inner thighs close around his cock. and oh—oh fuck.

it’s even better than he imagined. he’s always loved your thighs but this? satoru whines low in his throat, biting the inside of his cheek as the top of his cock begins rubbing against your bare lips with the drag of his hips. “hah—shit—” he closes his eyes, leaking even more. he pulls the covers down to get a good look and the sight is so lewd. “you’re killin’ me here, babe...”

obviously, you say nothing, and that for some reason gets satoru going. the thought of using your sleeping body like this was only raising his high and encouraging him to pump his hips faster. he rocked against you, looking down at himself every now and then with soft pants. he felt hot all over, consumed by lust and depravity. your body was heavy and motionless, aside for the soft noises you unconsciously let out every now and then. it seemed your body was enjoying being thighfucked.

a part of him wishes he had grabbed his phone to film this. to capture his overbearing desire and the filthy sounds of your slippery thighs enveloping his throbbing dick. a tight knot was forming in his abdomen, building and building as you remained unconscious. his large hands began to rove up your body, settling on your tits as he kneaded the soft flesh. he keeps rolling his hips.

your thighs are slick with lube and satoru’s precome. he feels it. feels himself leaking all over you as he continues to roll his hips. breathy whines slip from his lips and he does his best to muffle them into the heat of your skin by nuzzling into the crook of your delicate neck.

“yeah, yeah, fuck.” he pant, licking at your flushed skin. his pace is getting sloppy now as he feels himself reaching his limit. it consumes him and now all he can think about is how good it’ll feel to come all over your thighs. how pretty they’ll look sticky with his load. knowing you, you’d probably make him lick you clean and that thought alone has him going at a rougher pace. “baby, baby. oh, you feel so good. shit. you’re being so good for me.”

the sounds of the sea grounded him before he went too hard on you. the tides pulling in and out reminded him of your soothing voice bringing back to earth. you were the only one who could keep his frivolousness at bay. you lived in his mind and he loved it.

satoru had been so lost in his ardor that he hadn’t noticed the soft noises escaping your lips. even in your sleep, it seemed that his cock sliding over your cunt stimulated you. in fact, it hit him then that you were wet. messily wet. well, that’s hot, satoru thought smugly.

“mmm?” you moaned, voice groggy with sleep. you turned halfway to face him with one eye still closed. it seemed your mind was just catching up to the way your body has been reacting to him. “toru, what’re you doin’? oh.—k-keep going.”

cute. he placed a kiss at your temple, not stopping his fervent movements. “ah, good morning, baby.” he hums breathlessly, going back to holding your hips. “was I being too rough? kinda lost myself there.”

you were all too used to satoru having normal conversations in the middle of sex. that and realizing exactly what he was doing, while you were asleep no less, was arousing you. “I’m kind of sore from last night,” you confessed.

he stopped his movements instantly at your words, bringing his hand over your stomach to rub soothingly. “shit. my bad, babe. feeling tender?” he frowned. he recalled the massage oils in the bathroom. “want a massage? a bath? i can make it bubbly and smell good, ya know.”

the concern in his voice was endearing. as much as satoru was coming undone from using your sleeping body to get off, he missed having you responsive. it’s one of the reasons he rarely ever gags you, because you’re his favorite person to talk to and why would he take that away?

still, now he’s just laying there with his cock still hard and on the edge.

it had taken you some time to get used to taking a cock as big as his. even then, you’re still quite sore afterward, especially after multiple rounds like last night. not only that, but he kept spanking you and as he told you how good your ass looked in the dress you wore. still, you couldn’t deny it felt oddly good to ache from lovemaking.

“it’s not that. you handled me like a rag doll and now my body is all sore,” you snorted. satoru pouted and mumbled an apology into your shoulder, giving it a little kiss. he looked fucked out already— white hair sticking to his forehead, blue eyes low and hazy with lust, cheeks hot and pink, and lips swollen from biting on them. to think you made that happen, and you were asleep! you maneuvered yourself onto your back, pulling his arm towards you. “can we just do it like this? just don’t call me your starfish again.”

satoru nodded frantically, removing the sheets completely and uncaring that they fell over the side of the bed. your legs spread invitingly for him, treating him to the sexy visual of your glistening cunt. dripping and swollen with arousal, it made his mouth water as he slipped his raw cock inside of you.

that pussy of yours had him seeing stars. dying and coming back to life. you squeezed him and sucked him in like you wanted his soul. he could do nothing but continue fucking into your sopping cunt, nothing but a slave to your body. it took no time for him to get back into that space, that unbelievable high that had him groaning over and over, cursing under his breath as he watched that little hole swallow him. he was obsessed with watching himself slide in and out, seeing your puffy pussy stretched out just for him.

he leaned down to give you a quick kiss before nuzzling into your neck once again, whispering praises as he pounded into you. good girl, you were made for me, i was made for you, take my cock, just like that, yeah that’s it, you’re so wet for me babygirl.

your slick thighs were pressed against his flank, quivering as you panted out breathy moans. satoru felt like no other. even when he’s sloppy his rhythm still gives you pleasure and he never forgets to stimulate your clit. your tits were brushing over his hot skin as his rough pace continued.

“fuck me, fuck me,” you moaned, digging your nails into his lower back. “satoru, satoru, satoru!”

satoru began to nod eagerly and then—

he let out a long deep groan, the same way that he does when he...

the room was suddenly quiet, save for the sound of him trying to catch his breath.

“pfffft,” you snickered behind your hand, wrapping your arms around his broad back. it’s almost like he…yeah. there’s no doubt about it, you feel his hot spunk inside of you. he’s weakly thrusting into you, milking his cock with your tight cunt. “sa-satoru, already? it’s been like two minutes...”

it’s almost unthinkable, but satoru’s shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. there's tears in his eyes! he’s never come so fast, not even when he lost his virginity. it should be embarrassing, but he quite honestly finds it hilarious. soon, you two are laughing together as the morning sun continues to rise over the sky.

#wish I was in santorini now #the ending was not planned and i'm sorry if it's rushed #i've been blocked over this for like two weeks cause i CANNOT write smut to save my life #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #summer mix event

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