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99 Problems (Favored Ones, Part 8.)

Series description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no-one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group of people left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it be? And why there were so many dead in the end?

Part Summary: Waking up after a perfect night always seems to be so rough. What should you think? What should tell? And how the fuck were you supposed to behave in front of the man... And the others?

A/N: Oh no, we’re in the part when we’re finally starting the countdown until Abby arrives in town. And the song is about the aftermath of the nasty fucking things you and Joel were doing. 99 Problems inspired the first half of the chapter and a song named Hell and You (by Amigo the Devil) had inspired the rest.

Warnings: None other than half of the characters being confused as usual and smut at the end.

Word count: 5.6 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme @peakymarvels @davnwillcome @pickleriiick @jodiereedus22 @gladiosamicitias @tamkashi @eternallyvenus @avengerssstuff @fangirl-inthe-us

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Fall of 2037, five months before the incident:

In the morning, it was barely morning, your eyes just shot open. The night was still behind the windows, the light was slowly lurking in. Jesus, you couldn't tell what is hurting more - if it was your goddamn head or your fucking thighs. Just when you were about to climb from the bed you realized, that it isn't your house and that someone has their hand over your waist.

Oh, Lord. Slowly, the things which happened last night... All the words which were said and all the things that were done... Were coming to your head and suddenly, you could see each moment vividly. You've done it. You've fucked with Joel Miller. Joel was still sleeping pretty deeply, which made you act fact - withing few minutes, you were all dressed up and sneaking out of the house to run to your home.

Sure, you've fantasized about having him exactly as you had him, yet the realization was making you dizzy and ashamed, to be honest. He still was Ellie's dad, for fuck's sake. If she would get to know... Fuck you then, you were a dead man for her. The funniest part was yet to come. Sure, lessons with Joel were far gone because of the fucking weather, just like the classes, but the patrol you were about to have with Ellie was about to be interesting. The things you were doing with Joel felt completely right, you wouldn't have it any other way, but in the perspective of the situation around it? Jesus.

You were asking yourself questions the whole time you were packing your things for the patrol - how you and Joel were planning to make this fuckery work anyway? You'd always come late in the night, leaving when everything's done or early in the morning so no-one would see you? How would you know that you can come to him that day? You'll just knock on his door, asking 'Joel, wassup? Wanna hook up today?'. Yeah, sure, you could see yourself asking him. And most importantly, what if it was just the result of all these emotions brewing and going boom inside of you? What if he wouldn't want to do that emotionally sober? There was this one question going through your head quite a lot: what the fuck have you done?

On the other hand, when the man woke up just minutes after you left, he shouldn't be surprised to find the house empty - but it still caught him off-guard. So, were you trying to tell him something with disappearing into the thin air without a word, a note, anything, weren't you? Well, it was an experiment which went exactly as he assumed - you weren't into someone like him. You were too young and you thought that you were sure about wanting him, just to realize that it was a mistake. So much for not being alone, at least in some way, right?

But it made him think about some things Joel already thought are buried deep inside of him. Those demons which he hadn't heard of in years. He didn't hear these inside his head ever since he and Ellie moved into Jackson. These thoughts were concerning Tess. And a lot about her. It was no mystery that he and she had something together. It was just because of the physical release, sure, but it was something. It started one night, it came out of nowhere. They were already partners at the time, this was just a friendly help as Tess would say. But truth be told, Joel never believed anyone enough after Tess to end up in bed with them.

You were the first one in five years. The first one to even show some interest in him. And the first one who didn't seem to be enough of a bitch to stab him in the back. Well, these things happen and it didn't exactly go according to the plan.

It was strange to meet you in the city almost every other day. Sometimes, you were there with Ellie, sometimes with other friends. And you never spared him a look, you never stopped for a few words just like he always did before. When meetings were happening, you made sure that you sit somewhere where he couldn't see you, so it wouldn't be possible to make any kind od eye-contact with you. You felt scared just because of the though Joel speaking to you. The whole of September went like that. And when November had started, the tension felt so strong that even others had noticed.

"I thought that you and Joel are on the good note now." - Ellie asked one night when you stopped by to play some video games and to have a sleepover after a busy week when you were shifted to help with the animals. Both of you were dressed in old, comfy sweats and drank some beer while playing Ellie was winning since she had the damn console at home, but you had a ton of fun nonetheless. Well, until this question.

"What?" - You asked with a chuckle, opening a package of sweets you got from Seth. It was something called donuts or so and it was fucking delicious.

"Nothing. He just looks so fucking butthurt when you're around, I just noticed yesterday. Tommy was trying to talk to him when you were sitting ar the next table - I wouldn't think it's you, but then he looked over to you and he got even more heated up. As if he was angry with you or some shit. What's that about?" - Okay, it wasn't the time to panic now, it was time for you to make something up. You were good at that, your small lies saved you and Ellie quite a few times. So now it was your time to lie to Ellie directly.

"Oh, oh yeah, that." - You nodded when you pretended that you suddenly realized. You had to pretend it wasn't even that important to you - and you were one of a good actor when it came to that. - "Yeah, we had some disagreements about my hunting lessons, so I told him some nasty things." - You rolled your eyes at the memory, secretly thinking about all of the nasty things you've done to him for real. For a moment, Ellie was laying there and looking at you, as if she was not really convinced that's the case - but suddenly, she started laughing. The sound of her laughter made you finally breathe out. She believed you.

"He can be an asshole when people ain't doing the things he wants them to do. I know... But still. I think I'm slowly getting behind the anger I felt for him. You know what I mean?" - She asked, suddenly being all vulnerable again. No-one in Jackson was able to see her the ways you did - she was blushing quite a lot around you. She never wore hair down in public - she always wore it down around you.

Maybe you've done the right thing with running away? He was right - it could damage and maybe even destroy a lot of relationships for you to only have occasional fun. Jesus, why was too hard to tell if you acted right even when you were just looking back on the situation? You were still into him, no matter how hard you tried to be into someone else. You spent a shit ton of time with Diego in the last month and as you expected, he was probably having something for you.

But every time he smiled at you, held your door, or told you a joke, you asked yourself - holy shit, why isn't Joel standing in front of me? Every time the man walked around you, your breath hitched when you remembered the pleasure time with him could bring. Every time Joel spoke at any kind of meeting, which happened rarely, you got lost in his voice and that Texas accent. What a slut you were. But what was done was done - and you couldn't just walk up to the man and kiss him after ignoring him for a month. In theory, you perfectly could, but what good would that bring?

"That's awesome. How you plan on doing that?" - You asked a bit uncomfortably, gulping one piece of the donut as you lounged back next to her. She leaned the back of her head on your thigh, opening her lips so you could feed her. At that, you smiled.

"I don't know yet." - She hummed thought the food, gulping it down. - "I think I'll just take some more time and... I will do the only thing I can. Go there, ask him to listen and talk." - Ellie closed her eyes for a moment. - "Man, do you know how fucking nervous I am about this? You're the only one who knows. If you'll going to tell it this information someone, you're waking up in the snow on one winter day."

"Really? I thought you're telling me and Dina the same amount of information?" - An answer came out of you as your eyes followed the girl who was turning off the console to play you both some movie to fall asleep during. When the first sigh came out of her, you knew something has gone bad. - "When did you two had the time to argue?"

"Well." - Ellie started, letting the opening of the movie roll. You didn't care about the fucking movie, you were staring at Ellie. - "The things are kinda on thin ice now. You remember when I told you I like someone?" - Ellie chuckled uncomfortably. You put five and five together immediately. She was looking down and suddenly, her face was red as a strawberry. No way in fucking hell. You remembered her relationship with Kat going to hell suddenly, but Dina? Holy fuck, that was a new level for you. It was still less scary than what you were doing with Joel, but it rose your eyebrows with surprise.

"You weren't talking about me?" - You tried to joke, but it wasn't appreciated at all at the moment.

"And I think she knows and something is happening between her and Jesse now, and we talked about some stuff, and now we're not talking." - Ellie told you in as few words as she could. Quietly, you sighed and laid down next to her, snuggling to her to watch the movie. You probably missed all of that because your head was all wrapped up around Joel all the time when you tried to figure out how to cross him out and forget that one night at his house. Great. You missed your best friends arguing because of the relationships. What a fucking friend you indeed were. You had to do something about that.

So the following morning, you did just that. As usual, you found Dina and Jesse together. They were just having breakfast - so you told Jesse to get up from the fucking table and leave because you and Dina were about to talk about girly stuff. Which wasn't weird at all, since you and Jesse never went easy at each other. That was why you loved the boy just as much as you did. - "What was that for? You're really off the rails today. Is it supposed to make me attracted to you?" - Dina asked playfully, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Come the fuck on, you're already into me so much you don't know what to do with it." - You answered and watched her moving her plate of veggies in front of you.

"True dat. You're angry and food always helps you when you're angry." - Dina leaned her cheek into her palm, smiling at you carefully. Yeah. Since you've spent most of the time in your workshop, gone on patrols, and with trying to take your mind off of Joel, you hadn't time to have breakfast with Dina and Ellie. And you missed it pretty bad.

"I'm not angry." - You pointed out, but stopped Dina from taking the damn plate back nonetheless, having the girl chuckle again. - "But I'm just concerned about you and Ellie. She told me a bit yesterday..." - You rose your eyebrows. Dina sighed at that, leaning her back into the chair below her. Watching you stuffing your cheeks with the food, she smiled again but didn't comment on it, since she was aware you'd tell her to fuck off as well.

"I don't know what's going on inside her now. She hasn't spoken to me in a week, she didn't even say a damned hi or acknowledged me. I told her that Jesse and I are having some... Problems now and she went all coo-coo, I haven't ever seen her like that before. She told you what was that about?" - Dina leaned her head closer to her shoulder, looking at you innocently.

Well, you had your theories, but Ellie hadn't told you officially what was happening, so all you could do was to shake your head. Dina scoffed at that, mumbling something very similar to an unbelievable 'of course she didn't'. Other than this small bit, once you allowed Jesse to join the breakfast again, it was a fun morning. As usual, you and the boy didn't hold a single comment back, making Dina laugh throughout the whole time.

It was your time to help Tommy with some things around Jackson and the patrols around it, but it was quite fun if you had to say. Tommy was a lovely guy - and ever since he stuck with you after Eve had passed away, you were looking up to him even more. And you're also screwing his brother, you slut, you told to yourself. This particular piece of information made your eyes widen. Jesus, where did that come from? Ever since this thing popping inside your head, you really couldn't think about anything else - not even Tommy's jokes made you laugh.

To have everything fucked by the evening, there was another meeting about the patrols - which was exactly what you needed, right? Another evening to strategize about sitting somewhere where Joel couldn't see. But what needed to be done, that needed to be done - especially when this meeting was supposed to assign groups for the coming up winter and spring.

It came off as expected - Tommy paired himself with Joel mostly, you had Ellie by your side, Dina and Jesse were together and Diego was assigned to Maria. There were occasions where you and Ellie would pick a kid from the patrol group. showing them what to do, but so far so good - this winter seemed to be cool. In the middle of the meeting, just when Tommy was talking about some shit that wasn't concerning you, again, you kinda turned your brain off and let your eyes just wander around the fucking room. Which you obviously shouldn't do.

Joel was just listening to his baby brother talking about stuff, leaning his ass to one of the tables as he drank his coffee. He wasn't listening from the moment Tommy grouped himself with Joel again. It didn't seem that you're hiding so far in the back that evening. You were sitting there, obviously, you weren't paying attention to Tommy for a long time. Your eyes were wandering around the room until the point they fell on him. For a moment, you were just staring at him and you probably didn't even realize you were. But it was bloody funny once you realized who you were looking at - immediately, you shifted your attention to Tommy. Nervously biting your lip this time. Wait a minute...

Joel did expect a lot from you - a look of disgust, aversion maybe, some confusion or anger... But you were just visibly nervous. Joel was purposely searching for some negative emotion in your face, for any red flag showing him you don't wanna even see him again, yet he didn't find any. That was the breaking point - he caught up with you as soon as the meeting ended, taking you aside to ask you some stuff which you two hadn't quite solved. And to solve it properly this time - already knowing how will he mess all of it up from the moment you agreed to talk to him.

You were one hella nervous-looking girl. Maybe it was that you were sobber, but your eyes were all over the place and you were playing with the hem of your shirt. - "Why we ain't talkin', girl? Did I mess somethin' up?" - The man whispered as you both stood on the other side of the street, talking rather quietly. It would be embarrassing if someone would hear even the slightest bit of your conversation.

This whole thing was confusing the shit out of you. With him being distant, possibly even cold to you, the whole month you didn't come to ask him if he liked it, it was hard to believe that he liked it. And that Joel maybe wanted to repeat it. And not once. This solution didn't come across as an answer for you, which was why you were looking at him as if you couldn't even speak proper English.

"No? How... Why... Why do you even think you've done something wrong?" - You whispered back, stepping more into the shadows. Jesus, you didn't remember missing his smell until the very moment you sniffed it again. You didn't remember how easy was to get aroused around him. You didn't know you missed these darkened eyes watching you, or the confident smirk on his face.

"Well, I woke up and you were nowhere to be seen. Quite easy to make somethin' outta that." - Joel sighed, looking around. There was one group standing a bit away from you, probably thinking about sneaking out of the city that night again.

"It... It wasn't like that." - A mumble left your lips as you watched the tips of your boots. - "I panicked, okay? I sobered up and I just thought that you might not like it as much as I did, and all the things you've told me before it happened... It was a lot." - You apologized, at least sorta apologized, Joel for your behavior. The man nodded and licked his lips - you almost missed the smug that appeared on his face. - "I couldn't even imagine how would it work, how..."

"And if I tell you to come today so I can show you how much of a torture it was for me?" - Joel asked you out of the blue, looking somewhere away from you. That made your breath hitch and eyes widen. You'd love that. You would. Yet it made you so nervous that you almost ignored a newcomer completely. It was Diego, who was visibly confused by seeing you and Joel talk in the shadows.

"Am I interrupting something?" - The black-haired boy looked at Joel, pointing at you with a wide smile. It could be seen that you're distant - it was because you had the imagination of you and Joel on your mind, both naked, inside his bedroom. Which was exciting. - "Not at all, son. What do you need?" - Joel grinned at him, trying how much fucked up he can get you before getting you into his bed.

"Um, it's kinda weird to talk about it in front of you, sir." - Diego chuckled, clearly respecting everything about that man. That poor boy was just about to ask you out, after the damned month he was building up the courage to do that. And just a moment after the man haunting your head asked you to come later that day.

"I won't tell a livin' soul, I swear." - Joel grinned at the boy. You were just standing there, already aroused from the damned question Joel asked you teasingly and now, he was pretty much enjoying seeing you in such a state. What a motherfucker.

"We're... I mean, me and a few other kids, are about to go for the last swim of the summer... And I was wondering if you'd like to go with me... I mean, us, of course." - The boy got out so silently that you could barely catch what he was asking about. When you realized, your eyes popped up.

The pressure was building inside you fast enough for you breath hitching for a second, while you had your cheeks on fire. You shot a look to Joel, who already knew your answer, and that motherfucker was just grinning. Then you turned your head back to Diego, making a sad face.

"I'm really tired to do that. I have to help in the kitchen tomorrow, so I'll be busy... I want to catch some sleep." - Your palm smoothed Diego's shoulder gently so he'd know you mean it. You were helping in the kitchen the following morning, so that wasn't a complete lie. But you were more than awake at that moment.

The boy seemed to be surprised you turned him down. He thought that you and he were building something since fall had started. You were together a lot, almost all the time, he was making you relaxed and laughing, he thought about kissing you many times as well. Maybe, he should've gone for it instead of just thinking about it. He was sure you'll come with them. But you told him no.

"Oh, sure. No problem. See you around then, I gotta go." - The boy gave you an honest smile and nodded to Joel as he was leaving slowly. His face was still saddened tho. - "Have fun, tho!" - You called out at the boy, feeling a palm creeping up your thigh even though Diego still had a clear view of you, and then a palm holding your ass pretty firmly. It was done in such a manner that Diego couldn't see a thing, yet you could feel Joel perfectly.

"What is this supposed to," - "Meet me at my place in twenty, 'kay?" - The man breathed out, already feeling himself hardening due to that small contact. After that, the palm slowly slapped you as he left you just standing there.

Confusion took hold on you once again. At least, it was a euphoric confusion this time. He liked it. He liked the night he spent with you. Joel Miller wanted to see you again, more like demanded it. His back were slowly disappearing out of your sight as you stood there with your panic mode turned on.

20 minutes was all he gave you. It was merely enough to take some seductive underwear on unless you'd make a run for it. So you ran for that shit to your home. And you almost hit Ellie with your shoulder when you just started sprinting.

She caught your shoulders to prevent you from falling, looking you in the eyes. She hasn't seen you in such a rush - never. You seemed like you can't keep your mind straight. - "What is wrong with you, baby?" - Ellie started to laugh, having Dina chuckle at you as well.

A good sign was that they both been talking before you almost killed Ellie singlehandedly. Their friendship seemed to be saved, which was great. But it wasn't concerning you in the slightest bit at the moment.

"I left my iron on. I need to turn it on right now!" - You yelled chaotically, already running off. Jesse was confusedly watching both Dina and Ellie starting to laugh. - "Why is that so funny?" - The boy asked when he circled his hand around Dina's shoulder and kissing her forehead right after.

Ellie wiped the tears away, shaking her head at the sight of you disappearing in the night. - "This girl had never ironed clothes in her life." - "Never before." - Dina finished, laughing with Ellie.

"She's probably going with Diego and other kids, they're sneaking out of the town." - Jesse assumed. That made sense. You've been always ready to do random bullshit, so going out of a midnight swim? That was you.

Well... Only if the things weren't completely different...

In record fifteen minutes, you found yourself creeping through Joel's neighborhood to see if anyone's out before knocking on the door.

He had enough time to prepare you at least a beer like a gift or something, but he chuckled at the things your behavior was saying about the things you had on your mind was enough.

"Come in, suit yourself." - Joel stepped aside, smiling at the sight of you. You were so damn cute with that small grin. You were also wearing a different t-shirt - this one wasn't yours since it was too tight and showed a good portion of your cleavage. He had never seen you wearing this one.

"Are you trying to support my alcoholism? A gentleman at his best, huh?" - You grinned upon seeing the beer served on the countertop.

"That wouldn't be too responsible, would it?" - Joel answered you, but took the second beer and toasted you before taking a good long swing. You did so too, gently meeting his bottle halfway. - "Is anything of this responsible, Joel?"

You were there again, doing exactly what you wished for and what you've told you're not ever doing again. It was strangely exciting. Honestly, you were wet beyond your wildest dreams and you could already feel the blood inside you boiling. It was quite exciting to stand there for a moment, watching each other. You almost felt as if Joel was too far away from you. With that, you put the bottle down, coming that one step closer to him. Gently, you tiptoed and put your palm on the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. This man's palms were exploring the entirety of your back thighs and ass.

How comes you haven't noticed how long his fingers were before? And how firmly he could squeeze things with them? You thought that you're maybe about to fuck on the countertop, but a hiss came directly to your ear. - "Come on, girl, take off these shoes for me."

Directly after that, he gave your ass one good slap, making you chuckle. But soon, as you saw that smile, you did what he had told you. The whole way to stairs up, you both leaned away for a while to take off another article clothes before leaning in for another heated kiss. By the time you were walking into the bedroom, you were only in your panties, while Joel stopped you before taking off his t-shirt, so you took the briefs instead. And lemme say, he was prepared to take you right there and then, but he didn't do that.

You were very confused once he laid down on his back. You smiled when you figured out that most probably, he wants you to ride him one more time, so you climbed to sit on his lap, biting your lip.

"I figured out you like it on the top, girl. You up?" - He chuckled when you palmed the shaft down there while Joel closed his eyes, smoothing both your thighs gently. It was quite fun to watch him react to the things you were doing - you hadn't seen a boy doing any soft pants under your touch. Joel even went to far to let out gentle groans sometimes. - "Jesus, get these off for me and climb 'ere." - The man looked at you, patting his stomach. You grinned as you pushed the panties away, wondering about why wants you on his belly. But you did as you were told.

"Good try, try it a bit higher." - The man chuckled at seeing you clueless. With even weirder expression, you climbed higher, now hugging his shoulders with your inner thighs. What the fuck was that for? You could feel his forearms circling your thighs, suddenly pushing you forward so aggressively that you had to put your elbows under you so you wouldn't fall on the mattress. Sure, you've been eaten out before, but it wasn't such a miracle everyone was talking about. On top of that, you were always laying on your side while the guys were usually kneeling in front of the bed.

You looked down on Joel to see him staring at you being completely wet - so much you could start dripping at any second. And suddenly, you heard him chuckling under you. Which honestly got you confused. - "What's so funny, cowboy?" - You whispered before you felt the beard kissing your right inner thigh.

"Nothin'. I'm just impressed by the view." - The man answered just seconds before his tongue and lips disappeared between your legs. At that feeling, you closed your eyes and moaned. You weren't even caring about your volume at that moment, you were just moaning louder and louder so the man would know how much you're enjoying what he's doing. It took you by a surprise when he slapped you to get you lean into his face, but you rocked against him just as he expected as he thought you'd.

"Girl, be so kind and pick yourself on your knees for me, will you?" - You didn't even realize he had stopped until the moment he spoke to you. You were just too lost in the feeling. Was it the attraction that made it all so much more enjoyable? Or maybe the fact he knew what he was doing? You didn't know, but you kneeled on top of him, watching half of the handsome face being covered by your own body. - "Now, put your hand in my hair, come on." - The man encouraged you while smoothing small circles on your thighs. Jesus, you must've looked so dumb and unskilled. With a gentle sigh, you did as you were told.

"Show me how you want it." - The man whispered, kissing your inner thighs gently. To try it out, you pulled on his hair gently, making these eyes shot directly to your face at that moment. He was listening to what you were about to show or tell, it didn't matter. Carefully, you entwined your fingers inside that maybe-a-bit-too-long hair, picking his head up to put it back where it belonged. Suddenly, when you closed your eyes because of all the nice things he was doing, you realized that he wasn't talking to you in such a matter. He didn't like to make fun of you because he knew these things and you didn't.

You had the upper hand at the moment. You were the one in charge. You deliberately chose to do this with him, again, and this was his way of paying him back without talking. And he also wanted you to learn you these things one by one, one step at a time. When that clicked inside your brain, you carefully put your other hand into his hair, massaging his scalp in the process to show him how much you were into it.

"Just don't stop, Texas." - You whispered town to him and when he hummed back as an answer, you thought you're coming for a moment there. It sent vibrations through your whole body, making you moan once again. When you, again, though things can't get any better, you felt two fingers slipping inside of you. You thought it might hurt at first, but your eyes rolled as soon as he moved them inside of you. Not like the last time when he was just making sure you're ready. Joel was taking his fucking time that night.

Watching you was the most erotic thing he had ever seen - and Joel had seen some stuff before you, alrite? Through the time, you learned that you can ride his face, which made you mutter out his name here and there, then you bent your head and let out another erotic sound. His jaws were on fucking fire... But how could he stop? That was until you tugged his hair again, making him lay down again. Only his fingers pumping in and out remained inside of you.

"Just take me already, will you be so kind?" - You asked silently, climbing off of him. He couldn't quite even climb on his elbows properly and there you were, already tugging on his t-shirt to bring closer. But you weren't going to kiss his mouth, no. Which made the man surprised. Instead of that, you hissed a small trail on his neck while your palm slipped under his t-shirt, gently scratching his back. - "Look at her, she's a natural." - Joel chuckled light-heartedly, pinning you down finally.

It was safe to say that neither of you lasted long, but there was nothing to wonder about. Letting the things gather inside for a month? Geez, nobody would go for hours after that. When Joel was trying to catch his breath, you pulled him close, letting him rest his head on your chest while unknowingly smoothing his hair. Which was probably his most favorite thing ever - the moments of vulnerability just moments after the act itself.

You were warm and fragile, something he had to protect. At least that what his head was thinking. In reality, he knew how good you were with a fucking bow since he learned you on his own, he had seen you survive some things... You weren't a small, fragile doll. - "I'm going for a shower, okay?" - You ended the small moment by kissing his forehead, leaving the bed. - "Will it be weird to borrow something? I kinda don't wanna go for the clothes, I'm too done for that." - You mumbled, trying to at least stand up. This man was capable of having your legs behaving like jello with the orgasms he could bring. He grunted, already throwing a t-shirt on you. - "Take your time, I’ll fetch somethin' to drink and the clothes, yea?" - He told you, already leaving the room, searching for his briefs in the process.

When you were done with the shower, the bedroom was prepared for you, your clothes folded on a small pile on the table, both beers standing on the nightstand. But Joel was sitting on the edge with Ellie's guitar, playing something. He was lost in the moment until you laid behind him, snuggling under the blanket. He almost put the guitar away, but your palm stopped him. - "Play something for me, Texas. Please?"

And he did. He remained playing until he noticed you're already asleep. And for the first time in a long time, Joel wasn't feeling alone.

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Stay Put (Loki Laufeyson) 3

Title: Stay Put Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Wordcount: 1495 Rating: Middle Warning: Some language, domination. Summary: ‘’I can’t marry her! She goes rogue at least once a century!’‘ ‘‘Says the person that broke New York…’’ AN: This is a request from the amazing @shota-chan03 I hope I did you justice darling!

Part 1, Part 2, Masterlist, Stories I Love, Loki’s View On The World

Around the afternoon you finally wake up and get out of bed. ‘’Hello there,’’ Loki mocks you as you walk in. ‘’Shut up,’’ you groan. You start making yourself some tea trying to ignore Loki his sniggering from the kitchen table.

When you are done you lean against the countertops and run a hand through your hair. ‘’My sleep rhythm is so fucked up now,’’ you sigh and take some honey to put it in the tea as well.

‘‘Come here,’‘ he commands you holding out one hand. You pick up the cup and place it next to him on the table. He grabs one of your hands and pulls you onto his lap.

You chuckle as he does and he then also wraps his arms around your waist. He even places his forehead on your shoulder. ‘’Where does this come from,’’ you frown at him. ‘’I don’t know if you remember but we used to be friends.’’ ‘’I remember but after yesterday I doubted if you did.’’

You start running your hands through his hair. ‘’I am not cross with you... you are just as much trapped in this as I am but I am cross with my father.’’ ‘’I see.’’ You stand up to get yourself some breakfast when Loki whines.

‘‘Yes,’‘ you ask him opening a cupboard. ‘‘Come back.’‘ ‘‘No, I’m hungry,’‘ you state picking up some bread and then go on the hunt for eggs. ‘‘As your husband, I command you to come back here.’‘

You turn around with an absolute furious look on your face. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ you ask only making your displeasure more prominent. ‘’As your husband,’’ he starts again walking up to you, ‘’I command you.’’

Soon a hand is on his cheek. ‘’I dare you to say that one more time and you will get a lot more than that.’’ His hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back. He seems as furious as you with his face barely an inch away.

‘‘How dare you...’‘ You lift your leg up and kick his leg which makes him let go of his hair. You gif him a firm push to make him fall to the floor. He grabs your leg and pulls you down with him. He swiftly climbs onto you and makes a dagger appear. You do the same and soon both of you have a dagger at your throat.

‘‘A fight,’‘ Odin calls loudly through the living room of the mansion. You and Loki both sith on different sides of the large couch. A maiden is patting a wet piece of fabric on a cut on your cheek and another maiden is putting Loki his hand in a bandage.

‘‘I was called here in the first day that you live together and you almost kill each other!’‘ ‘‘He started it,’‘ you call out angrily. ‘‘You were the first to hit!’‘ ‘‘You pulled my-’‘ ‘‘Quiet,’‘ Odin shouts interrupting your rage while slamming his hand on the table.

‘‘Father,’‘ Loki speaks a little strained, ‘‘I cannot stay with this wretch! She is only trouble.’‘ Odin looks absolutely furious and not in the mood to back away from his decision.

‘‘I don’t care. Learn to deal with each other! Who knows maybe you have something in common. Try talking to each other!’‘ ‘‘Not with that sexist bastard!’‘ Loki his head snaps towards you.

‘‘Sexist! She clearly spent too much time on Midgard. She refuses to listen to me.’‘ ‘‘Maybe if you asked nicely!’‘ ‘‘Stop it,’‘ Odin shouts to once more break you apart.

‘‘Loki, with me.’‘ Loki waves away the maiden and gets up walking towards a room where you can’t hear them. ‘‘What do you mean?’‘ ‘‘She is neglecting her duties as a woman and a wife. When I told her to do something she refused and when I told her again she started the fight. She is the one refusing to submit! I told her yesterday and today I was not cross with her and that I tried to make the best of her,’‘ Loki explains his version of the story.

‘‘I see,’‘ the man he once called father mutters. ‘‘I was afraid something like that might have happened on that godforsaken realm. Never allow her to go back there alone and if you for some reason take her there, make sure she does not pick up any more bizarre things.’‘ Loki sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

‘‘I probably won’t do this any time soon but I will take it. How far may I go to bend her to my will.’‘ Odin seems to frown for a moment. ‘‘She has a strong character, hard to break, but be careful since I also sense a great deal of fear in her.’‘ ‘‘Me too... especially yesterday. Poor thing balled her eyes out...’‘ Odin nods slowly again.

‘‘Be careful with her. What works best is reward and punishment usually so I would try that as well. Try to befriend her, you are stuck with her for a long time, Loki.’‘ Loki nods and looks at the general direction of the room you are still in.

‘‘I will do my best. Let’s go back in before they think we are plotting a murder.’‘ Odin agrees and together they walk back in. Loki sits back down on the other side of the couch and throws you a nasty glance.

‘‘Y/N,’‘ Odin speaks loudly, ‘‘I expect you to be in the palace at ten tomorrow in the art wing where you belong and Loki I want you to go with Thor tomorrow as you are supposed to do. Until then I better don’t hear a bad word about the two of you, understood?’‘ ‘‘Yes,’‘ you mutter. ‘‘Fine,’‘ Loki also agrees.

After all that Odin leaves and the maidens return to their work. ‘’What was that about,’’ you ask curling up on the side of the couch. ‘’Nothing you should be concerned about.’’ ‘’What were you talking about,’’ you then ask again not giving up so easily.

Loki stands up to fetch himself some tea. ‘’Do you want tea?’’ ‘’Yes please,’’ you mutter walking after him. ‘’Loki I want to know what is going on. What did Odin tell you... what did you discuss.’’ ‘’Shut up! Can’t you shut your mouth for a moment... seriously woman! Do not talk unless you are spoken to!’’ ‘’I’m sorry,’’ you ask again angrily.

‘‘Maybe a gag will teach you,’‘ Loki asks you seriously the job of making tea already removed from his mind. ‘‘Loki, I am your wife. I can speak if I please to.’‘ Suddenly his hand is in your hair again dragging you with him.

He walks into a closet kind of room which is mostly storage. He opens a drawer and finds a gag. He grabs you tightly and pushes into your mouth with quite some force and ties it closed behind your neck. He locks it to make sure you can’t open it yourself then takes your wrist and pushes you onto the couch.

‘‘See, how you like that! When I see fit I will remove it.’‘ You grab a vase and throw it at his head to make your disliking of the situation clear. ‘‘You little wretch,’‘ he shouts. That action clearly only made him angrier. He walks up to you and slaps your face.

‘‘Act out one more time and you will get a lot more than that, understood... darling?’‘ Darling is said mockingly. He is cross for sure more cross than you ever saw him.

You just stare at him. Where did your Loki go? The Loki you grew up with, called your friend- best friend even- and where did the Loki that would do everything for you go? This is not the person you left all those years ago.

Of course, you realize a lot had happened to him you never expected him to become... like this! Maybe it really is your fault. You knew that when you would get married it would take away some of your freedom and that your husband would probably expect you to submit to him.

No!

Snap out of it, you tell yourself. This is not your fault. Loki is being an absolute sexist asshole, not you! He should treat you with respect, not like a slave or a dog.

You try to take off the gag but it will not budge. You just curl up on the couch and lay quietly. You stare ahead of you not knowing what to do now. A long while later Loki comes back in and smiles. ‘’You have been good, I see.’’ You sit up and just stare at him.

No angry gaze or vase throwing just an innocent ‘please don’t hurt me’ look. ‘’Shall I take it off then?’’ No reply, not even a nod. He sits down and takes the gag off. You keep your mouth shut. You just whisper ‘thank you’ and then almost run out to the library.

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Can’t Go on Without You (Favored Ones, Part 7.)

Part Summary: You decided to end the drama no-one knew about with trying to seduce the old man... Which turned out to be one of the wildest rides in your entirety.

A/N: I enjoyed and was super anxious about how to approach all of this... So, please enjoy and be prepared for more drama from Ellie the Diva and Joel the Showman.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Some angst, angsty smut, Joel being an old man, and then some smutty lemonade.

Word count: 5.2 K

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Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Early fall of 2037:

Joel watched you sitting down at the kitchen table. You were slowly taking the jacket off, sighing as you sat on the chair. It took him a few minutes noticing you've been drinking again. Just as the first time you came to see him about the lessons. There was another unclear expression in your face as you thought of the words, to begin with - your lips were mumbling something, yet Joel couldn't catch a word.

"Want a coffee or tea for starters? Will help you with the alcohol in your veins." - The man scoffed when he leaned his palms into the table, completely ruining the flow of your thoughts. Nervously, you spared him a look before nodding at his offer to make you something warm to drink.

"I wouldn't have the fucking courage to look you in the face, that's how the things are now." - You answered with an ice-cold tone of voice, looking at his back while he moved in the kitchen with grace. Well, this conversation was about to go downhill pretty fast, Joel could already tell.

"Not my fault, ain't it?" - He answered, putting the mug in front of you. While you were looking at him like you wanted to murder him with your gaze, he was keeping a positive smile on his lips. Which was making you angrier than when you came in. You weren't angry with him, of course - you were angry at yourself for falling for such a small sign of affection on the spot. You should've just walked off as soon as he told you the lessons are over. That was what you were supposed to do.

Yet at that moment, you were projecting the feeling at the man since he was the object of your lust at the time. No way in hell it was his fault that you did such a stupid thing as falling for him, but it was easier to be angry at someone else than at yourself.

"Stop acting so nice, Joel. I'm here to tell you that I feel sorry for what I've done... But Ellie noticed there's something off about us in the last few weeks." - You explained shortly, playing with your mug innocently. For a minute, Joel could almost believe that you're feeling sorry for the whole situation. But the small sparks in your eyes were saying different things than your lips. He couldn't deny that the sparks in him hadn't woken up as well when you were this close again. But in a way, you were right - this had to be ended just as it started.

"If you mean it, kiddo, look me in the eyes and tell me you're sorry. I can tell you're doin' it because you think you should do it. You're thinkin' somethin' different, don't you?" - The man sighed, leaning into the chair behind him. At that moment, you risen your eyes to look at him for real this time.

"I'm sorry, but I don't regret a thing. I would regret it if I wouldn't kiss you that day." - The answer was somehow ticking something inside the man, making him jolt on the chair as he watched you looking at him while sipping your tea. Joel licked his lips, watching you smiling at him.

"Stop it. Stop it now. You think you know somethin' you don't." - Joel tried to calm to situation down, just to hear a frustrated scoff from your side of the table. - "Believe it or not, if you'd go down this path, you can easily end up the way I did. I was young and dumb as well. Your mind ain't thinkin' clear."

"Where will I end up? What does this even mean?" - At that moment, you were already on your feet and marched around the room angrily. The frustration was growing into anger fast. Suddenly, you stopped, licked your lips, and pointed your hand at the man. - "What should I do in your opinion, Mr. Perfect? You maybe can act like you can't see what's happening here, but I can't do that."

"There ain't nothin' happenin' here, kiddo." - Joel got up as well. He was showing you that he ain't under your thumb. Umbelivieing laughter filled the uncomfortable void in Joel's dining room as you stared at the man, shaking your head.

"You saw the looks, I know you knew that since that fucking bonfire, I was reading more into your touches than I should. Jesus, Joel, open up your eyes. I'm all over you. I don't know what's better - to have Eve inside my head all the time or to think about the things I would love to do to you once I could." - And it was happening. You were raising your voice just as Joel walked right up to you, ready to argue with you at the spot.

"This ain't the way we goin' kiddo, so reverse out of this parkin' lot and move on. Do you at least realize what you're talkin' about?" - He muttered out, furrowing directly down on you. - "Ellie is your damned best friend. Get yourself together, 'kay? I ain't walkin' that road because it wouldn't end well for neither of us." - With that, you stopped to take a look at him, being silent for quite a long time. Did he just admit this wasn't a one-sided thing? Or did you misread the whole situation again? Slowly, you straightened up and watched the man massaging his face.

"She doesn't have to know. What would I tell her anyway? Hey, I'm fucking with Joel, what do you think about that, huh? Are you even listening to what you're saying? No-one has to know. You're such a fucking know-it-all, aren't you? Guess what. You know shit about what I feel, who I like, and what I'm into. But this... The chemistry we have... Is undeniable. You feel it too and that's a thing I'm sure of." - With the last sentence, you walked closer to him, not touching him with any part of your body, yet being close enough for Joel to realize the entirety of your body.

"There ain't no chemistry here. You have around twenty boys to choose from. Take 'em on a walk in the woods and you'll feel the same thing, I guarantee you that." - Although the nasty words leaving Joel's mouth, he didn't believe a single syllable. He was too old for this shit, Jesus Christ. What could you even see on an old-timer like he was? it was probable that once you reach the thing you wanted at the moment, you'd get bored with the guy easily. Which would hurt him a lot. And Joel wasn't ready to go down that path at all. Yet the more heated the situation was getting, the more he just wanted to shut you up, finally, taking you right on the table to show you what you were asking for so desperately.

"I haven't felt anything like this ever before for any person I've met. Just one look at you and... My head is empty. My mouth waters and I want to take the clothes off of you, Miller." - You grunted into his damn face, sighing heavily once it left your mouth. There he had it. Your confession about wanting to sleep with him. - "And for your information, I never got off just with the thoughts about someone. Until the last few weeks." - You mentioned as the small detail, having the old man closing his eyes with a desperate sigh.

"You don't know what kind of game you're playin' here, kiddo. You should go home." - Joel warned you silently, taking a deep breath. With that, you smiled daringly.

"Come on then, show me. What am doing to you?" - If it was possible, you walked even closer to him, your hand now trailing his left side carefully. - "I have to do at least something to you. Come on."

What were you doing to him? How could he resist? And what on Earth was he supposed to do? He could probably ignore everything except the imagination of you getting off while thinking of him. This whole situation was fucked up. You were a young girl who didn't have an idea about what she was starting, you were even the best friend of his daughter to make the things even better. You had no idea about how dangerous the territory she was currently at was. When he looked down at you again, you were standing there without a breath and bit your lower lip as you waited for any reaction from him.

It was an unexpected hasty kiss pushing you into the direction of the table. A kiss which made you shut your eyes as you tried to get a hold on his shoulders while being lost in the feeling of lust growing inside of you. Why did your body felt so hot and sore all of a sudden, you hadn't got any idea. The edge of the table hit your ass uncomfortably, but it was still just a slight discomfort in comparison to the way Joel was taking off your t-shirt.

When the damn article of clothing was thrown on the ground, you took one quick look to his face, seeing nothing but his dark eyes. You never realized how dangerous could his look appears at moments, but before you could think about something else, his mouth was on your next, his beard scratching your skin as he kissed a small trail to your shoulder. Without waiting for something else to happen, you circled your palms around his goddamned belt, opening it with concentration.

A horny gasp escaped you when he bit your shoulder gently, shushing your shaking hands away to do the job himself. He was surely going crazy when you caught his upper arms to hold something at least while kissing him again. Even the smallest touches, gentle strokes of your fingers were making him rushing everything up... He hadn't felt anything like that for a long time. Ever since Tess died, Joel hadn't another woman touching his body.

It was strange to re-explore how gentle and nice-smelling a woman's body can be, it was exciting to feel the hasty kisses and to hear sighs once again. Joel was falling into the abyss of a woman's touch again and he wasn't able to stop. Thoughts remaining him about how terrible this all was were circling through his mind as the jeans rolled to his ankles, he was repeating himself that it is fucked up to sleep with a girl who was Ellie's best friend was, but at that moment, he finally pushed your pants down as well. An erotic moan filled the dining room as he pushed his hands between your legs.

The first thing he could feel was that you didn't lie with being aroused by him. You were practically dripping, and when his fingers slipped inside teasingly, you bent your head, pushing your nails into his upper arms even more harshly than before.

"Eyes up here, come on." - Joel whispered since he lost his voice about three minutes ago. Swiftly, you climber to sit on the table, spreading your legs wider. You, like the good you were, were doing exactly what he told you and looked him in the face. It was spectacular to watch the variety of emotions crossing your face as you let the man play with you. Circular motions of his palm felt different every time, but you started to pant heavily when he finally hit the small spot above your entrance. Just when you were about to climax and lemme say that Joel's palm hurt like living fuck, he pushed your pants lower and firmly leaned your knees into his chest.

"Fucking God!" - You cried after the man slipped inside you without any effort. The table moved at least a foot back under that force, having you circle your palms on the edges so you'd hold onto something at least.

"Eyes up here, come on, I know you're a good girl. Focus on me." - The man demanded. Through all of the heat was quite hard to focus on Joel. All you could focus on was the way he was moving inside of you sloppily. Your grip on the table tightened when your gaze met the hungry look coming from the man.

Jesus, you two were acting like animals. It was the rage inside of Joel - a part of him remembered Tess. They weren't even romantically involved with each other, but she was his girl for the long nights. With you being the second girl just after Tess was... Hurting. Also, he felt that he maybe wants to prove you wrong, show you, how strong you were to maybe leave the house as soon as possible, just go out of Joel's way when you'll clear your mind again. You were practically still clothed with your shoes on, your knees were uncomfortably pressing into his chest with every move he made. Yet you had to say that any of the sexual activities you've done in the past had never felt as good as this one.

One look in his face told you he's fucking the anger away. You didn't know what he could be pissed about, but it was obvious that he's barely controlling himself at that moment. This revelation made your eyes roll as another moan escaped you. - "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." - For a slight moment, you dare to close them, which made Joel groan in frustration.

"Focus right here." - The raspy voice demanded once again, making you focus on his facial features. Which was kinda hard when you had tears in your eyes from how good did the sex felt. You were barely catching your breath, being all wrapped up around the man. - "Right here." - Joel whispered, this one being way more gentle than the other whisper. Your eyes widened themselves when his fingers started to play with you again, having you oversensitive from the time he stroked you with his fingers.

"Let go, girl. Come on. Lemme see what a good girl you are." - That was all it took for your body to go on shutdown as you yelled out loud some rather impolite words. Muscled under your skin were tensing and to your surprise, you were shaking under the man. Thank God you were taking some hormonal pills Maria was giving you because soon enough, you felt him pulsing inside. What was that for?

You've never orgasmed so hard. No matter if you were touching yourself or if it was someone else touching, you never had an orgasm so overwhelming you'd be shaking in the end. As the last spasms were leaving, you finally caught your breath, giving Joel a vulnerable look.

The man seemed to be out of the reality for a while, as he looked into the table. You couldn't quite move until Joel would take your knees off of him, so you cleared your throat. - "Can I... Take a shower? Please?"

At that, he snapped back to reality. Jesus, you messed the dining room up - the coffee and tea were spilled all over the fucking table, the table itself was moved at least three feet away from the place it usually was and... The place was messy. Yet even though what he had done to you, you were looking like an angel, honestly.

Jesus, before, Joel couldn't tell how beautiful you were. But when your eyes shone like that and your body was in the post-sex bliss, you were breath-taking. And Joel knew that not a lot of people would have the chance to see you like that.

"Sure. I'll... Clean it up here... When you'll be... In the shower." - He stepped away from you, turning around to give you at least a bit of privacy. Which was weirdly nonchalant when you thought about the things you've just done. You did the same, practically tiptoeing around him, picking your t-shirt from the ground while you were at it.

Why did you feel so weird when you've done just what you came for? Joel fucked you, didn't he? You should be feeling good, yet instead of that, the things inside you weren't quite... Adding up to your expectations.

Maybe he was right with all the warnings. You were Ellie's best friend. You were a lot younger than him, and maybe, if you'd spend time with any boy but this man, you'd feel the same way about them. You left the bathroom with a furrow, realizing the lower floor was empty - the light was coming up from the upstairs.

You practically sneaked up in him, being covered only in a big white towel. The man was sitting inside his small carpeting workshop - there were a lot of his works around and each of them was beautiful. Somehow, you could feel the love and emotions he worked with on his small wooden statues. To your surprise, he was dressed up to a t-shirt and pajama pants and didn't notice you at all.

"These are beautiful." - You stated from looking at a shelf full of carpeted animals. Joel freaked out a bit, but then he slowly out the wood down, walking next to you. - "You're a talented man. People must've loved your services back when things were... Normal, right?" - You asked, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. Joel didn't answer, he just glanced at you.

"How you're doin'? Everythin' alrite?" - There were some serious worries in his voice, which surprised you, but you hadn't said a thing. You only felt your cheeks burning when you nodded.

"I mean, it was kind of a surprise, but... You gave me exactly what I asked for, didn't you?" - You mumbled. With that, the man could feel you're not feeling the greatest. And he kinda understood why. You may be expected to sleep with you, but you couldn't prepare yourself for something like... That.

"I don't know what's gotten into me." - That was a thing closest to sorry you'd ever get from Joel. Which was okay. - "Do you still want what you wanted when you came here earlier?" - He asked. The question made you look at him. It wasn't a weird question, not at all, but the tone of his voice shifted drastically. The man was sorry. And nervous, according to his fidgeting fingers.

"That's hard to tell..." - You tried to tease him a bit, seeing his response right after. He was... Disappointed? You couldn't quite tell, since he turned away from you, closing his eyes and sighing. - "I mean, if I'd suppose that was the passion you'd gave into, I would give a second try, if you want it..."

That made Joel look at you, searching for any sign of irony in your face. He was quite mesmerized when he couldn't find one. You were just a girl standing in a towel in front of a man you were thinking about. It was as simple as that.

"'kay. We need to have some ground rules set, then." - He spoke swiftly. Of course. Rules. You almost rolled your eyes at it before you realized what that man. Joel was into the idea too. He was into you. - "I have two of them. This thing, no matter how long you plannin' to do it, needs to stay secret. And it'd be better if you keep in havin' the cold facade around, yea?"

You nodded. This point was valid and understandable.

"And don't expect strings attached. I don't do these things girl, I'm too old for that." - Oh. Okay. The second point was more of a punch into your stomach, but you bit your lower lip and nodded nonetheless. So far, you weren't in love, right? You were just attracted to the man. And lust and love were two separate things.

"You have somethin' to say?" - Joel asked, slowly tidying up his workshop.

"Do you want me to leave now? We can meet up later." - You asked silently, having a huge smile on your face. That took Joel by a surprise, yet to you, it looked like he's already getting ready to catch some sleep.

"I mean, I sorta thought about repayin' you for what happened down there, but feel free to leave." - With that, there was the first honest smile on the evening showing on the man's face. Which, if you had to be honest, made you smile as well. It even went so far that Joel asked you what was going on when he saw you grinning like that.

"So you want me to stay the night?" - You asked back, watching the man being impossible as he always was. He had just fucked you like an animal if you'd have to describe the whole situation as straightforward as possible, yet now he was standing in front of your very eyes and smiling shyly at you. It was truly a character trait you adored about Joel.

"If you want to call it like that." - Joel answered, not giving you a direct answer. But he did look over his shoulder when he was turning the workshop light off. Your expression was telling him you're intrigued by his behavior.

"Wanna tell me what happened down there? I was asking you to do a good portion of it, but you snapped out of the blue." - The quiet question sounded through his bedroom as you looked around. Your eyes settled down in his guitar in the corner - you knew that one. He gave it to Ellie. And she gave it back when she found out that Joel had lied to her about... Basically everything.

It remembered you about what you were doing, making you sigh at the realization. You screwed her dad - or the other way around. It felt like finally living though the fantasy you had for months just to be... Kind of disappointed it by it. It didn't go down as you thought it would, Joel was acting was different than what you thought he'll be acting like... That was just the way it was.

"I kinda don't wanna talk 'bout it." - Joel answered when he sat down on his bed, watching you taking the room in with your eyes. - "Understandable." - You mumbled in response, finally walking towards the man again. Now that the anger over the whole situation has worn out inside Joel's head, he could take in what a girl you were. Damn, you were pretty.

It was a pure pleasure to drag his palm along the skin on your upper thigh, feeling that it's still wet from the water, but also warm and gentle.

"Come 'ere." - The man whispered, following the same trail with his other hand on the other side. The man quite literally pulled you closer, tugging the towel to fall flat on the ground before he pushed his face between your boobs. Right, he was meaning business at the moment. There was a smile which you couldn't hide when you saw the feelings behind every move he made.

It felt nice to have someone paying attention to your body the way he did. You could feel even the slightest movement on your skin, the small tickling of his breath on the wet trail going down your body before he pulled on your left knee pit to made you straddle his lap. There was a slight moment where you could feel yourself drowning in those eyes before you pulled him for another kiss. After a moment, you started laughing silently while still holding the back of his neck in your hands.

"What's wron'?" - Joel whispered back, just holding your hands in his palms, keeping you in place. It was hard to recognize if something came across as funny to you since there were tears in your eyes as well.

"It's probably... Just a lot of things happening lately. Can you ignore this?" - You asked back, drying the tears away with the nape of your palm. There were a lot of things happening lately and this was only the second craziest of them.

"Sure thing. So... Do you like it on top or..?" - The man asked out of the blue, making you forget about the whole crying deal in a second. Like sure, you were still crying, but at the moment, you were just staring at Joel, not having a clue about whats he's asking about. Then, when it clicked, you wanted to punch yourself he was asking positions. Well, you still didn't know.

"I didn't get to do many experiments with the few boys I've been seeing here, okay? And I wouldn't suspect they're the most creative either. So I don't know?" - You mumbled with another giggle, having Joel nodding.

"Consider yourself hittin' the jackpot, miss." - A quiet mumble came out of him before he leaned in to kiss you, pulling you further on the bed. You were about to try it out - and find out if you'd be comfortable doing something like that. This amount of liberty was quite new to you since the most boys you've had something with were mostly on the top. Or, when you were about to try other things in bed, you usually broke up because of reasons. You weren't the easiest to satisfy either, were you?

"Well, you're not bad, but I wouldn't exactly consider being you as hitting a jackpot." - You teased the living fuck out of the man when you watched him leaning into the bed frame to sit comfortably. Just as you were trying to take the t-shirt off of him, he pulled on your hands, stopping you. His head shook and you nodded with understatement. There wasn't any t-shirt taking off happening, you could let it slide at the moment. So you took at least the underwear off before sitting back on his lap.

"What do expect me to do now?" - You asked, putting your palms on the nape of his neck, looking at him smiling at you. You were expecting a lot, but to see Joel in bed wearing his joking persona was a surprise.

"I suppose you know how to ride a horse, don't you?" - Oh, the man was just getting the best out up himself. - "So, put your lovely knees like this," - He told, his voice was already dropping to the more raspy ones when he positioned your knees in the right way. It was the feeling of being exposed which made you breathe shakily with a sick smile. When you positioned him, he was surprised. - "Look at the girl, she's already learnin'." - And to shut him up finally, you slowly slid down. First, it was good, until you felt how filled up you were actually. At that revelation, you stopped and opened up your mouth to look at the man.

It was just unpleasant for a second - it wasn't hurting you in any way, it just made you stop for a second to get a hold on the feeling. The man supported you with his arms, but you just nodded to let him know you're good before you supported yourself by putting your palm on his chest. With a sigh, you moved down a bit.

"You're good girl, you're good." - The man praised you, helping you by moving your hips up and down gently. And after a few dragged across minutes, you were feeling good about the whole act. It was like riding a horse in the end, yet much more enjoyable. You were even confident enough to speed up the pace once you kinda figured out how to approach this position. When you did, the man just grunted, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back to the wall, enjoying the feelings this sort of intimacy could bring. Also, you wouldn't suspect yourself to be the one to talk during sex, yet it felt right.

"You may be my favorite thing to ride from now on, huh?" - You asked breathily, pulling him closer. The kisses you gave him were sloppy, which was hot as hell in his opinion. - "You're up for a good ride then." - He chuckled back, moving against you for the first time, which honestly took all air from your lungs when you moaned. You didn't know this can get any better, but what he just did was hot as hell. - "Do it again, cowboy." - You mumbled, leaning your palms into his chest as you arched your back with pleasure. And your wish was your command as soon as he positioned himself so your pelvises were bumping against each other almost every time.

There was this little spot inside of you of which you hadn't got any idea about, but for a reason, it felt so good feeling him hit it a few times here and there. It was amazing to watch your moans getting louder, higher, and more frequent as you both increased the pace even more. You looked at him when he took one of your palms, putting it between your legs.

"You know the best how to work down there, it ain't like I know which spots to hit until I learn it. Be a good girl and help yourself out, 'kay." - He got out with problems, leaning in to catch one of your nipples in his mouth. Your body felt overstimulated for a second - you never had felt so many various sources of pleasure at one, so it didn't take too long before your leg muscles started to tense spontaneously and your toes curled. But the man didn't let you stop, making sure you'll reach the top no matter how hard you were trying to slow down.

With your free hand, you caught his shoulder, concentrating on the pace of the whole act. Your body was heating up to tell you that you're close to hitting the jackpot again and at that, you started to rub yourself even faster. In the next second, you didn't know if you're even alive with how hard you managed to come... Again. This man was impossible.

Your eyes shut tightly when you made an erotic high-pitched sound. It was hard to catch your breath while you clenched into the man violently, shaking from the ecstasy the orgasm gave you. Joel couldn't express how happy your reaction made him, so he just pushed his forehead into the crook of your neck while holding you close, finishing himself off with a few quick moves. And he continued with holding you in place until you came back from the void behind your shut eyes.

"Earth to Y/N. You alrite, girl?" - The man chuckled tiredly, moving a few strands of your hair off of your sweaty face. You nodded back tiredly, getting off of his lap just to hug him one more time. After one last sloppy kiss, you fell asleep because you've never been tired like that in your entire life.

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True Faith (Part 1.) (Favored Ones, Part 17.)

Quote for the chapter: “I feel so extraordinary... Something's got a hold on me.” - Lotte Kestner

Part summary: Many could feel that something’s in the air when Ellie started to drift away from the reality. And the only thing that could save her and put stop to all of these thoughts was you.

A/N: Okay, okay. I know I am going against the cannon game now, because Seatlle happened at the end of March of 2038, but trust me, this slower pace will pay off in the end. And boy, does it feel good to jump back to TLOU fandom.

Warnings: Gore, angst, description of hatred and other mental states.

Word count: 3.2 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @xxgoldenhour @missdictatorme @peakymarvels @davnwillcome @pickleriiick @jodiereedus22 @gladiosamicitias @tamkashi @eternallyvenus @avengerssstuff @fangirl-inthe-us @avery-miller @mikah-writes @mad-hatter-98 @sadiaafrin99 @flavorishy

Series master list: H E R E

Joel Miller’s playlist for the bonfire occasions: H E R E

Youtube playlists: JACKSON DAYS | SEATTLE DAYS

"I've seen what happened down there, sugar." - A voice resonated through the darkness, suddenly. It seemed as if you were somewhere deep underwater. There were this cracking sounds inside of your head, making your ears ache, yet the burden you were feeling in your heart was way worse than that. But the voice was sharp, almost deafening. And sadly, you wouldn't change the voice with anyone else's. It felt nice, but horrifying at the same time to hear her. - "How are you holdin' up, hm? You're still sure you'll outrun me in a race?"

Slowly, you took a breath in, looking around you as you stood there. It was the fucking pottery shop you've been in, the one you've visited her in a thousand times. The one you remembered by your heart. And your heart was sinking low when you saw her... Just sitting there. As if she never actually left you in Jackson alone. She was looking at the machine in front of her, making a mug out of scratch. Just like the last time you've had a proper conversation with the lady. Well... You've spoken at the hospital, but... The pottery shop reminded you of Eve the most.

"Given how your leg looks like, I suppose you ain't be runnin' for quite a long time, honey." - The woman smiled at one of her creations, slowly taking it to her palm as she started to draw another of her flowers on it.

"You're dead, you know that, right?" - You answered in a joking manner. Jesus, they must've given you some darn good drugs for you to reach such a state. No matter if it were the soldiers or Bobby, they did hella good job. - "I've been talking to your tombstone for the last few months." - At that, Eve gave you a nasty grin, tapping the side of her head with her index finger.

"As long as you're aware of it, I know it. You're not so dumb that you'd make out this is real, huh?" - The woman asked you with a light chuckle at the end, leaning her back into the chair. Sure, it was obvious that you're talking to yourself. But your brain didn't want to syke you out, even more, to present you sitting... Somewhere. It could be also Joel or Ellie whom your brain would choose to project... But it was her. - "I thought that. But really, Miller? You, sugar, are surprisin' me even when I'm dead, I tell you that."

"You've caught a few words from Tommy and Joel here and there, but you never spoke like a Texas-born woman." - You answered instead of straight answering the lady. At that, she chuckled, shook her head, and looked at you. She seemed... Different. As if she got younger. She had fewer wrinkles and her eyes were full of life.

"I'm just what you've made of me, you know? This is how you remember me now. So thanks for agein' me down a bit. Also, the accent suits me, huh?" - The woman said. Technically yeah, you said to yourself, but that wasn't the subject of the conversation at the moment. - "That's what you wanted, hm? And I can understand that. Have my wrinkly face on your mind all the time... It would sadden me too." - She joked around, making you sadden at the statement. That was exactly what you wanted to happen. And until that point, it was working. But now, you wanted to remember Eve just the way she was, with all her wrinkles, grins and jokes.

"Do you realize... That if you wouldn't go on the patrol with Tommy... Then maybe, the man you've fallen in love with would be dead? Most likely?" - Eve leaned her head to her shoulder, sending you a concerned look.

"What good does it bring when I'm most likely dead?" - You asked back immediately. The imagination inside your head chuckled, looking away for a moment. - "If you'd be dead, sugar, we wouldn't be havin' this conversation at all. Dyin', yeah, sure, maybe, but dead? Hell no." - The woman dismissed with a dry chuckle, getting up on her legs to pour herself a glass of water.

"What now?" - Eve asked you, looking out of the window into the void around the pottery shop. For a moment, you were looking at her back, and because she knew you don't know what to say, she started to talk again. - "I mean... These people are there somewhere. Abby and Owen ran away just when your friends showed up. Doesn't that make you worried, honey?" - Her voice was resonating through your ears, there were still these cracking sounds inside your ears. What you've been trying to tell to yourself? Did it make any sense?

"What is your point?" - You asked after a moment of thinking, having the old woman turning to you. Suddenly, her face started to re-shift into someone else as the surroundings changed with it, making you dizzy in the process. Of course, it was Joel's house, and you had to close your eyes instead of looking at the man, falling on the ground right after as you threw up. You were panicking, Abby's face was flashing in front of your eyes accompanied by the manic expression in her face. The whole thing was about Joel, right? So this was what your brain immediately clicks to when you'll see him? Abby and her knife? Jesus Christ, it was a lot take in.

But as soon as the man touched your shoulder, it was like flipping the card around - finding yourself in his embrace as you both were falling asleep just hours before the patrol. But the touch wasn't making you feel good at all. To be honest, your eyes were slowly slipping towards the window as you searched for something in the darkness. It took you a long time to figure out where she was standing, but when you did... She was still standing there, looking into the window. And you were watching her back.

Hell, you couldn't make out what the fuck was that all about, but you've been trapped in a loop, circling between Joel and Abby. And you couldn't tell how long is that going to take. And neither could they.

Meanwhile, in Jackson:

The weather got drastically better after everything went down. At least the blizzards had stopped and the sun was slowly melting the snow everywhere. The Jackson was just going forward, not stopping because of what happened. Why should the whole city stop because of two people? Sure, people were saddened by what happened to you, but it wasn't their business in the slightest. Some animals needed to be taken care of, clothes to be repaired and pottery to be made. Tommy was a prominent figure in the hierarchy of Jackson, but the whole responsibility was put directly on Maria's shoulders.

There was one person whose world had stopped completely. All they did was that they sit at their home all the time, trying to think of a single reason why the fuck would someone do such terrible things to other human beings without having the reason to? Something like a regular sleep schedule? They didn't know what was that? The image of Tommy laying in blood on the ground was still carved inside their brain as they woke up every night with nightmares.

If there was something that needed to be said about Tommy, he was alive. Alive, yet not awaken. There was many possible outcomes for Tommy - he could wake up and have a memory loss. He could wake up and be crippled, whether physically or mentally. Tommy may never have the chance to talk like normal people. And... Bobby was sure that his condition is stable for now, but really, there was also a possibility they overlooked even the smallest crack in his skull. As soon as Joel brought the boy, Bobby started to check his skull, stopping the bleeding - when that was done, she sewed and took care of the wound, moving on to his broken knee and left forearm. And there was the possibility that he has a concussion, internal bleeding, and many other things. The people did a number on him.

And as for Y/N... Holy fuck. Bobby had never seen such screwed up ligaments above the knee. They also needed to tear a few nails off your fingers because the nails completely tore if off from the nail beds. It was pretty disgusting, sure, but Bobby was trying to keep you alive. While no-one was sure if Tommy has internal bleeding, Bobby almost cried with happiness when she was sure you didn't have it - as soon as your nose was put back in place, and it wasn't as swollen as when Dina brought you in, your breathing got into the normal state. Also, your pulse was checking up perfectly, so apart from the reality that your upper thigh muscles were ripped apart.

Sure, most likely, you'll be able to walk normally once again... After some time. But it was obvious that you'll be climbing for a few months at least. But most likely, you were about to be okay.

This was making the person at least a bit calm. But Ellie couldn't help herself - she wasn't falling asleep at night, all she could do was to think about the persons. Who were they? Where did they come from? Sure, she went back to the cabin to look through it, but not even the dead man Dina had shoot had nothing on his. These people were ready to leave at any given time. These weren't some stupid hunters, cannibals, or anyone like that. These people knew what they were doing. But... What did they search for? Why did they need to fuck you up when you were innocent? How did you and Tommy even get into the fucking cabin in the first place? Did they drag you in?

Ellie sat in the cabin for quite some time, on the couch, watching the stain of Tommy's blood, remembering every second of finding her uncle laying there, barely breathing and unconscious. The golf club was thrown on the ground and the window was opened up as someone ran away from the room. Now, it was too late to look for them, which was making Ellie more desperate to find them. The snow was now far gone, they didn't leave anything behind - inside or outside the house.

It didn't matter how much Dina was trying to make Ellie smile again - Ellie was still wearing the same expression, barely talking, looking into the ground as the incident wasn't leaving her head. She was only waiting for you or Tommy to wake up - and as soon as she'd hear who they were, she was ready to sneak out and come for each of them. It was inside her every time the opened the door to her house. As soon as she unlocked it, the image of Tommy laying in his blood just flashed in front of her eyes, making her panic for a second. Usually, she sat down on her bed, put a hand on her chest, and tried to breathe deeply. Soon enough, she stopped crying every time she saw Tommy on the ground.

The rage which has gotten into her once she was you fucked up on the chair as you frantically mumbled something to Jesse hadn't left her for a single second. It was making her sick from her stomach, hopeless and... She felt hatred for everything around her. Once, someone had a dumb comment regarding her and Dina, and even though she didn't say a word to the person, she threw her plate on the ground, walking straight to them. Maria, thanks to God, has stopped Ellie in the last second, catching her and dragging her away.

Not even Joel wasn't able to make her talk, no matter how hard the man tried to get at least a word out of her. Sure, she was now spending time at his place a lot, because what happened was a family catastrophe and they both needed to carry the other one through what happened. But she never spoke to him.

Yet, there were moments when Ellie spoke to someone. The problem was that you couldn't answer her. She wasn't exactly speaking anyway. She brought her guitar with her, the one which was in Joel's bedroom, singing to you while they waited for you to wake up. Sometimes, she sang you Take On Me, and other times, she pulled out Johnny Cash, since Joel told her that these are your favorites. Sure, she was a was perfectly aware that singing won't help you recover sooner, but it was probable that it will make you at least feel better.

Her fingers were picking the strings lazily as she proceeded to play the slow melody which was reflecting everything going on inside of her at the moment. Ellie didn't know that Dina was standing behind the door the whole time, but it relieved her girlfriend when she heard Ellie singing. Yet no matter how relieved she felt, she didn't dare to interrupt the moment happening in the room. It took Ellie another twenty minutes to finish the small concert for one person before she put the guitar down, looking at you sleeping on the bed. At that, Dina finally entered the room to change the artificial nutrition hanging next to your bed, sending Ellie one shy smile.

"You've been listening behind the door, weren't you?" - The redhaired girl asked quietly, shifting her focus from you to Dina. Her girlfriend just smiled but didn't give a straightaway answer right away.

"You are a good a singer, what can I say, baby?" - Dina whispered, making sure that everything's in check. It was a week and a half and you were still sleeping. Sure, you'd most likely be awakened by that time, but Bobby decided to keep you under the medicaments for some time - at least before your hands get in check somehow and until you wouldn't tear your muscles of your knee when you'd stand up. There was a wheelchair prepared for you, but with the amount of pus leaving the wound every morning, Bobby didn't want to rush any of it. You've been through pain and a severe shock. You needed some rest.

Of course, the medics in Jackson knew that they can't let you sleep for too long but at that point, you were still fine. That was the last thing that made Ellie still standing and being contained because she knew you'd wish so. The girl almost freaked out when Dina put her elbows around her neck, kissing the small sweet spot below her ear as both the girls watched you.

"What is going on inside your head, baby?" - Dina whispered after a small while, as she sat on your bed. While Ellie's eyes were pinned on your face, she could at least tell it is you at that time, Dina was smoothing the small strands hair off Ellie's face.

"You know what's going on in there." - Ellie muttered out, quickly flashing her look at the black-haired woman. These two were very much in love and if the incident wouldn't happen, their relationship would be most likely blossoming at the moment. But there were different thoughts inside of Ellie's head. The hatred she felt was immersive - it was almost as painful as on the day she got to know Joel had kidnapped her from the hospital and killed Marlene to protect his baby girl.

How could the man be so calm about the whole situation? It seemed that having his brother almost paralyzed and his girlfriend almost dad didn't move a single thing inside of him. At least that was what Ellie thought. Of course, he was in deep grief and an immerse state of anger, but there was nothing to do at the moment. Who would he be hunting down? Who were they? Where did they come from? Will they come back? Joel knew better than letting the anger flash out just like that. And more importantly, he knew that if you wouldn't ish to speak of them or tell him specifically to hunt them down, he won't be going on a killing spree just like that. He had a family to protect now and a future to go towards... Yet Ellie was just nineteen-year-old kiddo, in the end, she didn't know better.

"Ellie... I'm not sure I want you to fuck around with these people. You hear me?" - Dina asked quietly, catching Ellie's palm in her hand. At that, Ellie left out a small chuckle, shaking her head.

"This isn't a thing you're deciding about. This is my own decision to make." - Sadly, Ellie was right. And Dina knew that. Even Maria, Tommy, and Joel knew that - if Ellie had decided to avenge you, there was no way they could stop her in her quest. Only you had the power do put a stop on that, and even about that, Dina wasn't sure entirely. The only way to stop Ellie was to make sure you won't tell her about the people once you or Tommy wake up... But there was this high probability of Tommy starting a witch hunt by himself because he was a hell of a proud man.

"And is it yours to make? Ellie, what if she wakes up and tells you she doesn't want to go after the people? What if Tommy wakes up and tells you he doesn't want you to go?" - The black-haired girl scoffed ironically, rolling her eyes at her girlfriend's pride. - "You don't know the first shit about these people. What are you even planning on doing?" - Dina asked quietly. She was glad that she hears Ellie talking after those few weeks, but at the moment she wasn't so sure if it was making her feel good to hear Ellie talk about what she had inside. This behavior was selfish, hasty, and suicidal. The only thing Ellie was about to archive was getting herself killed... And Dina knew that. Ellie did too, somewhere deep inside. Yet her ego and pride when it came to these things was... Huge.

"I'm gonna find... And I'm gonna kill... Every last one of them." - Ellie whispered, her eyelid twitching with anger. Slowly, she breathed out, closing her eyes. Dina watched the girl slowly pumping her palm open and close tight for a moment before Ellie gathered enough calmness to speak. - "And you can't stop it, no matter how hard you'll try, Dina. Joel can't, Maria can't... No-one can't. I'm not gonna let these fuckers get away with this." - It hurt Dina more than just some slap, knowing Ellie is already sure that no matter what, she'll get the justice she desired for you. Dina just closed her eyes for a moment before getting up to walk around the room, catching some breath.

"If you're going, I'm going." - Dina demanded silently, covering a good portion of her lips with her palms. - "But promise me that wed go only if she wishes us to go. If she tells you to stay put, you will." - Dina begged silently, knowing Ellie will find them on her own if she'd have to. But the false promise Ellie made with a silent nod calmed Dina down. It was just for a moment, but it did help somehow.

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One-Handed

Warnings: PWP, smut, angst - NSFW

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but uh, I got a little more into it than I expected. I am incredibly mad at a certain Mr. Ackles after this BULLSHIT HE PULLED THIS MORNING. *clears throat* sorry, carry on.

Your throat ran dry the second Jensen’s fingers wrapped around his belt buckle. He continued to move his deft hand over the metal until the belt came undone and he gripped the buckle tightly. He ripped it from the loops and swung it wildly in the air, but you had lost all focus. Watching Jensen undo his belt with one hand sent your mind reeling back to the night before.

Jensen’s plump lips were smashing into yours as his kisses bruised you. His hands held your hips until he backed you against the wall beside his hotel room door and slotted his thigh between your legs. You gasped as he trailed his hand across your stomach and dipped his fingers into your underwear. The pad of his middle finger brushed your clit gently before he added pressure and rubbed tight circles over your bundle of nerves.

“Jensen.” You whimpered. He smirked and nodded, using his free hand to reach into his back pocket and grab his wallet.

He opened it to you. “Grab the key.” Jensen grunted the order, and you obeyed. He stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and snatched the key from between your fingers, shoving it into the slot and all but busting down the door in his haste to open it.

Jensen pushed you into the room, letting the door close loudly behind him as he captured your lips again. After he walked you toward the bed, he tossed you gently back onto the mattress and stood between your legs, his hand still tucked into your underwear. He pulled his hand away quickly and shoved the fabric to the side, teasing your entrance with his middle and index fingers.

“Please.” You begged, looking up into his glassy eyes. Jensen smiled wickedly and pushed one finger into you, pumping and twisting and curling it to hit every good spot. Once you were fucking yourself down onto his finger, he added another, stretching you with his thick digits.

Jensen’s free hand grabbed wildly at his belt buckle, desperately trying to pull off the restricting leather. In your blissed out haze, you spared a moment to watch what he was doing, and you were amazed. Jensen’s fingers flicked open the belt and undid the buckle effortlessly. He pulled the strap from within the loops on his jeans and threw it to the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans just as easily.

Jensen shucked his jeans to his ankles and pulled his fingers from within you. He grabbed your thighs and positioned them on either side of his legs, then rested the head of his cock on your clit. You reached up for him desperately, and he grinned as he fell forward, holding himself up on his palms. Jensen’s eyes met yours as he eased his cock into you, the stretch and pull of him almost instantly too much.

Your fingertips dug into the meat of his shoulders as he bottomed out. His name became a song of praise on your lips as his hips thrusted and his pelvis slammed against the insides of your thighs. The sound of skin slapping skin and his grunts and your moans mingled together in the air, the mattress rocking and thudding against the carpeted floor.

Jensen’s fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as your legs shook and your muscles clenched around him. He spilled into you and his head fell forward, resting on the crook of your neck and leaving light, almost innocent kisses on your skin as his cock pulsed within your walls.

Jensen pulled out and you could feel the too-wet feeling of his spendings leaking onto the blanket beneath you. He ran and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, offering it to you.

You giggled and shook your head. “I’d actually like to shower, if that’s okay.” You asked timidly. Jensen nodded and helped you to stand, your legs feeling like that of a newborn giraffe. You walked to the bathroom and turned on the water, leaving the door open slightly, in case Jensen decided he wanted to join you. You washed yourself up and wrapped a towel around your chest, stepping back into the bedroom slowly.

Jensen’s eyes were closed, but he knew somehow that you’d returned. He opened them slightly and found you. “Hey.” He whispered hoarsely.

“Hey.” You laughed a bit, taking a tentative step toward the bed. “I just... came out for these.” You picked your clothes up off the floor by the bed.

Jensen shook his head and frowned. “Leave ‘em off. Come here.” He pulled the blankets down for you to crawl in, so you did, cautiously. Jensen’s arm laid across your pillow and you snuggled into his chest, tracing your fingertips over the soft skin of his chest and stomach.

The room was quiet, like the night had finally ceased to exist around the two of you. With all the commotion of you and Jensen falling into bed together, you couldn’t take the time to think about what was actually happening - not until the silence took over and racked your brain.

“So...” You swallowed thickly and chanced a fleeting look up into Jensen’s bright green eyes. “You, um - you probably do this at all these conventions, huh?” You breathed a nervous laugh.

Jensen furrowed his brows as he chuckled, shaking his head. “I - actually, I’ve never done this before. You’re the first.”

Jensen’s words replayed in your mind as you sat in front of him in a sea of other fans. Of all the people he could’ve grabbed and dragged home in that bar after the Saturday Night Special... why you?

After your night with Jensen, you were left with a head swarming with unanswered questions, questions you knew you’d never even have the chance to ask him. You were Jensen Ackles’ first drunken convention one night stand. What a fucking reputation.

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Saving Grace - Part 1

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Word Count: 1,105

Warnings: none

A/N: Commissioned by @riversong-sam. Apologies for how long this took - my brain couldn’t compute Misha for a few days there. This is my first time trying image breaks because of the new format on mobile. I apologize if they make things look weird or are annoying (please let me know so I can try to improve upon these types of things!).

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Arriving at set on Monday was the most anxiety-inducing minute of your life. You’d finally gotten what you hoped would be your big break. This season was a whirlwind on Supernatural, and they needed as many angel actors as they could get. When you auditioned, you had no idea what you were actually trying out for, but then they called you back.

You caught up on the past seasons in what had to be record time. It took you a month and a half to watch twelve full seasons of Supernatural, and your boyfriend at the time called you utterly obsessed. You scoffed and pressed the play button on the last episode of season twelve.

You stepped onto set after sitting in the hair and makeup trailer for way longer than you expected, but then again, you were supposed to be an angel, and angels didn’t have flaws. You were directed to a specific part of set and as you walked through the door, you saw Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles standing in front of you.

“H- hello?” You looked around for crew members, but they were preoccupied with getting everything ready for your scene.

“Hey!” Jared caught a glimpse of you and waved you over. You stammered and swallowed hard, stepping forward slowly. Jared’s smile grew as you approached them. “Hi.” Jared reached out his hand and you took it. “I’m Jared, this is Jensen. Today your first day?” You nodded.

“You’re shy.” Jensen observed with a smile, reaching out and shaking your hand when Jared dropped it. “No need to be. We promise not to be too hard on you. That’s what Misha is for.” He winked, and you giggled quietly. “See? There we go.” Jensen patted your shoulder. “Come on, we’ll show you around.”

Three days later, you’d fallen into a comfortable work routine with Jared and Jensen, meeting up with them for breakfast before the three of you were needed in the makeup trailer.

“I think I’m working with Misha today.” You chewed on your toast, looking between Jared and Jensen.

“Oh God.” Jensen faked a groan. “Good luck with that.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, we’re not going with you to set today.” Jared sipped his coffee. “They need us on location.”

Your eyes grew wide. “So - so it’s just me and Misha?”

“You wanna meet him beforehand?” Jensen shrugged. “I’ll call him. Wait here.” He stood up and disappeared around a corner, his phone pressed to his ear. When he returned, he was grinning. “He’s on his way. I offered to pay for his breakfast and he thought I was blackmailing him.” Jensen laughed.

Misha showed up not long after the phone call, raising his brows when he saw you. “Somebody has a visitor?” He looked from Jared to Jensen, both shaking their heads.

“New angel.” Jensen smiled.

“Well then.” Misha reached out his hand and shook yours. “Welcome to hell.” He laughed and a giggle escaped your lips. He glanced at the seat beside you. “May I?”

“Sure.” You nodded and scooted over.

“I hope dumb and dumber haven’t given you too much trouble so far today.” He gave you a sympathetic look.

You shook your head. “They told me that’s what you’re here for.” You outed them, earning a soft gasp from Jared and Jensen. “You’re the punching bag.” You giggled again.

“Oh, I see how it is. Tell the new girl right away that it’s always fuck Misha over day.” He rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile. “Just wait until you have a scene with all of us. You’ll be so screwed.” He sighed knowingly.

You shook your head and finished your breakfast quietly, listening to the guys talk about the plans and script for the upcoming episodes.

Despite how well breakfast had gone, you were nervous as you walked onto set without Jared and Jensen. Misha told you he would’ve walked with you, but he had forgotten something in his trailer and had to run back while you headed to set so you could make your call time.

The day went as smoothly as it could with Jared and Jensen popping in right after lunch for a short scene with the four of you. You stood behind Jared as the camera shot over his shoulder, focusing on Misha. Every time Misha would get through one line, Jared would screw up the next, and you fell into a fit of laughter with each new frustrated tantrum Misha threw.

“Jared’s not saying his lines right.” Misha whined, making Jared cackle and double over with laughter while Jensen turned around.

“Hold it together, man!” Jensen reprimanded, trying to keep his own composure.

You were still behind Jared, and he’d turned around, clapping his palm onto your shoulder as he bent at the hips and continued laughing. “Stop, stop!” You clutched your stomach.

Misha pouted and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m sick of you two. Can we switch the order and put Y/N in front, so we only have to shoot this with her? We don’t need these two here.” Misha waved his hands and dismissed Jared and Jensen.

“Alright, alright. Jared, Jensen, head back out. Thanks for tryin’.” The director gave a little roll of his eyes and ushered Jared and Jensen off set. “We good now?” He looked between you and Misha.

“I’m good. I’m sorry.” You bit your bottom lip and looked at your feet.

Misha reached out and wrapped his hand around your forearm, making you look up at him. “Hey. It’s okay. It happens, especially on this set. You got this.” He whispered, giving you a warm smile. You nodded, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply, soaking in the confidence Misha was pouring out.

“Okay. Okay.” You rolled your shoulders and nodded. Opening your eyes, you smiled widely at Misha. “Let’s do this.”

Jared caught you in the lot as you were walking to your trailer. He jogged to catch up to you and you gave him a little smile.

“How was your first day without us?” Jared smiled back. “Misha didn’t treat you too badly?”

You blushed and shook your head. “He was sweet.” You confessed quietly. “And you were there for a little while.”

“Misha? Sweet?” Jared scoffed. “His drama classes must’ve paid off.”

“Stop!” You laughed as you scolded Jared. “He’s nice to me.”

Jared chuckled and nodded, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Well, good.” He squeezed your upper arm. “I’m glad you’re fitting in with everyone.”

“Yeah.” You nodded with a quiet, happy sigh. “I think I’m really gonna like it here.”

Part 2

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Return To Sender - Part 2

Pairing: Jensen x Danneel, Misha x Danneel

Word Count: 1,254

Warnings: minor angst, a fight, nervous!Jensen, friendly teasing

A/N: No disrespect intended toward Jensen, Danneel, Misha, or Vicki. Written because @thing-you-do-with-that-thing likes pushing ideas at me and very well might have forgotten I even told her I would write this LOL. Written for @spnaubingo.

Square Filled: Bartender au

Rating: Teen

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Jensen pulled out the barstool on the second floor of San Jac’s and flagged Jared down. “You know the drill.” He smiled as Jared grabbed the bottle of Jameson from the top shelf and poured him a glass over ice.

“Everything okay?” Jared asked, twisting his wrist and stopping the flow of booze from the spout of the bottle.

“I, uh - I dunno, man. I’ve just been thinking about this whole thing with Danni.” Jensen laughed humorlessly.

“Ah, shit.” Jared sighed and replaced the bottle on the shelf. “Give me one second.” He ran to the other side of the bar, made a drink, and posed for a selfie before turning back to Jensen. Jared wiped down the bar top and tossed the towel down, grabbed a beer, then walked around to the other side of the bar. He sat down beside Jensen. “Talk.”

“This is so stupid.” Jensen shook his head. “I don’t even know why I’m letting it bother me. She - she’s engaged to me.”

“What’s bothering you about it?” Jared sipped his own beer.

“I don’t even know. I guess some part of me thinks, what if she changes her mind about marrying me? What if it’s too much hassle to go through the whole thing again? What if she enjoys being married to Misha, y’know?” Jensen rushed the questions out, finally getting them off of his chest.

“Dude. Do you hear yourself?” Jared chuckled. “You think anyone would enjoy being married to Misha?” He raised his brows.

Jensen breathed a laugh, closing his eyes and swirling the whiskey around his glass. “I don’t know why I let it get to me like this, but it does.”

“It makes sense.” Jared shrugged. “Your fiancé married another man. That’s not exactly something to take lightly, but you know the situation.”

Jensen nodded. “She was-”

“Drunk off her ass. And so was Mish.” Jared reminded Jensen.

“I know, I know.” Jensen sighed, tossing back the rest of his liquor.

“So, it’s nothing you have to be worried about. They got drunk, Misha won a shit ton of money, and they made a dumb ass decision.” Jared shook his head at the dilemma.

“They got married at our wedding venue. I don’t even know how they swung that one.” Jensen rolled his eyes.

“Is that what’s bothering you so much about it? That it was your venue?” Jared pushed.

Jensen nodded slowly, not wanting to admit it. “I think so, because, it’s just - it was supposed to be the place where she married me, and now? She’s already done it, except with Misha.”

“That... actually makes a lot of sense. You think you could talk her into changin’ the venue?” Jared narrowed his eyes skeptically. He knew Danneel, and he knew that when her heart was set on something, changing it was a monumental task.

“Are you kidding? Do you know how many venues we looked at before she decided on this one? Do you have any idea how many times she’s come to me, literally squealing about how perfect this place is?” Jensen went wide-eyed.

“Well, shit.” Jared bit his bottom lip as his eyes shifted around the bar while he contemplated. “Wait.” He frowned. “She doesn’t know any of this, does she?” Jensen shook his head reluctantly. “Dude!”

“I know! I can’t bring myself to tell her. She’s got so much going on with the wedding being so close.” Jensen shrugged. “I can’t put more of my own selfish bullshit on her.”

“Selfish?” Jared raised his brows. “You’re not selfish because the woman you’re supposed to marry has to be legally divorced before the two of you can do what you need to do. That’s not selfish, Jensen. It bugs you, so tell her. You two are gonna be married in, what, six months?” Jensen nodded. “But you can’t tell her what’s goin’ on with you?”

“Alright, alright!” Jensen raised his empty glass. “One more. Then I’ll tell her.”

Jared shook his head adamantly. “You’re not working up liquid courage to go talk to Danneel.” He took the glass and went behind the bar again, throwing his bottle into the can and placing the dirty glass on the rack to go through the dishwasher. “Let’s go.”

“Jensen, are you kidding? You think I wanted to marry Misha?” Danneel looked at him incredulously as they stood in the kitchen of their apartment.

“I don’t know, Dee. Some part of you must’ve wanted it. Why would you have done it otherwise?” Jensen prompted.

“I was drunk!” She threw her arms out. “Misha was drunk, he’d just won a hell of a lot of money at the casino, we were riding a high. He suggested we go back to the wedding venue, so we hopped in a cab.”

“And that’s how my future wife ended up marrying one of my best friends.” Jensen scoffed. “Story of a lifetime. Can’t wait to tell that one to the grandkids.”

“Jensen, enough.” Danneel sighed. “I don’t know how you think this went, but it was a mistake and you told me you weren’t mad about it when I told you.”

“I’m not mad about - I just - you - it was our venue, Dee!” Jensen blurted.

Danneel’s eyes went wide as she shook her head quickly and frowned. “That’s what this is? Because it happened in our venue?”

“Yes! Okay? Yes. That’s what this whole thing is about. You probably walked down our aisle, stood at our altar, looked at Misha, and said the words you’re supposed to say to me.” Jensen explained. “That’s what it is. That was all supposed to be ours, and it wasn’t. It was yours with Misha.”

Danneel’s jaw dropped and she stammered. “You - I - we didn’t even get married there!”

Things stayed tense between Jensen and Danneel, even after his apology. The months between the fight and the wedding seemed to blur by, Danneel wrapped up in planning while Jensen wrapped filming for the season.

Jensen paced at the front of the space, Jared laughing and shaking his head. “You know it’s gonna be fine, right?”

“You don’t know that! What if she doesn’t show up? What if that fight was the last straw? What if-”

“Stop.” Jared braced his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. “Danneel is going to walk down that aisle and look you in the eyes and say ‘I do,’ and the two of you are going to disappear on an incredible honeymoon and it’ll be like none of that ever happened, okay?”

Jensen nodded, holding his breath. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Now take a breath and get ready cause the guests are comin’ in.” Jared grinned and clapped his hand onto Jensen’s shoulder before walking away and going to finish up the last minute details behind the scenes.

Jensen wiped his eyes as Danneel and her father approached him at the end of the aisle. God, she was beautiful. They joined hands and the minister started her welcome to the guests. Danneel and Jensen exchanged their vows, and then the minister looked into the crowd of their family and friends.

“Now, before Jensen and Danneel give one another their rings, is there anyone who thinks this couple should not be married?” Her eyes scanned the room, seeing no movement aside from someone shifting in the third row.

Misha stood, lifting his hand with a single finger raised. “I-”

Jensen and Danneel turned in sync, both of them inhaling before they shouted, eliciting a string of giggles from the guests. “Shut up, Misha!”

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