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Domestic Serenity

Soft Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Fem reader

Synopsis: You and Cooper return to your settlement you set up, it being the closest thing you could call a home on those harsh days in the sun and from the rad storms. After too many close run it’s lately out in the wastelands, Cooper comes home from the market to appreciate the closest thing you guys have to a post apocalyptic little slice of domestic life and show you how much he cares about you.

CW: Smut MDNI! Slight OOC Cooper, slight deviance from the show, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, irradiated cream pie, p0rn w/o plot, reader has a southern accent, Cooper being a perv, Cooper makes a few crews jokes and one liners to reader

AN: so I’m relatively new to Fallout lore and such, but the hubby and I finished the Fallout TV series a week or so ago and like most others, Cooper Howard’s got me in a grip tighter than his lasso. 😮‍💨 Please be gentle, I pulled a little from Fallout 4 and the TV series in a meshing that I thought felt right. This is briefly proofread but I’m still new to all things Fallout but I hope I did our cowboy justice and I hope y’all enjoy!

You were doing laundry for the day in your house, or better yet, what you could call a house these days, at the little settlement you set up for you and Cooper to live, and some houses for a good few other people you’d met along the way to make it into a nice small town. There was plenty of food to go around from the growing gardens, fresh, clean water, some electricity to keep the gates protected from raiders and things of the like, but also for some street lights at night. It was like a nice little slice of life before the war, or the closest you could get to it anymore anyway, it was peaceful.

It was a particularly sweltering hot day outside, hotter than usual as the sun beat down on the sand, and your skin when you’d step foot outside for even just a few minutes. “Shew, it’s hotter than hell outside” you exclaim, feeling the rush of the hot air that funneled in when Cooper set foot through the door. You were thankful to have chosen a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear out of your small selection of other clothes when you woke up this morning. “Don’t half mind it. Means I get to watch you pad around the house in them lil’ shorts you got on” Cooper said as he shut the door finally, then dropped his saddlebag and things off at his feet, having just come back from a run to the market to grab the essentials like RadAway, Rad-X, Stimpacks and some other chems and things here and there to keep handy for when you both set back out on your travels. You heard his boots clomp heavily against the floor as he drug himself inside, his eyes traveling your figure as you were washing some clothes in a wash bin, watching you bend over and your ass shake a little when you would scrub hard enough at some stains. He gave a crude whistle at the sight, one you were used to him using as a form of expressing that he liked something, making a small grin stretch to your lips. “Somethin’ tells me you’d make one hell of a sexy housewife” he said, coming behind you and tapping your ass playfully to get you to stand back up. You gave a chuckle before swatting at his hands as you turned to face him, making him only grin wider. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. Although I’d miss wanderin’ the desert with you and all the shit we get up to” you said with a grin, putting the rag you had in hand over your shoulder as he stepped closer. “Like annoyin’ the piss outta me and stealin’ my kills?” He asked playfully, putting his hands gently on your hips to pull you into a kiss. You giggled in response as you put your hands against his chest to keep him close. “You love watchin’ me kill things with that big ol’ gun’a mine” you said in between kisses, making him hum in agreement with you, or maybe it was a groan at the thought because you were right, the sexiest thing to him was seeing you with a gun in hand, cocking it back after taking down raiders, roaches, scorpions, or whatever your target may be, with the confidence you do. He loved the excited “oh yeah!” Or “booyah!” You’d say to yourself afterwards too in celebration before you’d both rummage through whatever it was you downed. “Oh I absolutely do. Like it even better when it ain’t my bounties you’re droppin’ there, lil’ missy” he quipped, making you giggle again as he tapped your hip with his gloved hand before parting from you to let you get back at what you were doing. Also to watch you bend over some more, can’t restrain a dog once it’s loose. “Just be a quicker shot honey bun, then it won’t be a problem!” You joked, twirling the rag that was over your shoulders in your hands to wind it tight before cracking it against his ass, making him turn his head to look at you from over his shoulder all slow and intimidating like. “Oh it’s like that now, is it?” He asked, turning towards you some more, making you flash him a wide, deviant smile, knowing exactly what you did and that you’d likely be paying the consequences for it here in a few seconds. “Maybe it is! Whatchya gon’ do ‘bout it?” You asked with a widening grin the closer he got.

Before he gave you an answer, he picked you up, placing you over his shoulder with ease. You yelped playfully as he did, still sometimes surprised by the strength he carried before laughing as you started to wiggle in his grasp. “Fix that lil attitude of yours ya got goin’ on” he said, tapping his hand against your ass again, making you only laugh more as he started to walk out of the kitchen away from your chores. “Cooper! I was in the middle of somethin’ there, put me down!” You ordered through your relentless giggles as he continued to walk, almost slow at this point to torment you. “No can do sweetheart. Not ‘til you’ve nicened up” he said as he brought you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed but not too harshly. Just enough to see you bounce and hear you laugh. “I was in the middle of laundry! Your shirts’ll get all starchy an’ stiff if I don’t do it a certain way” you said, sitting up some and getting ready to get up but he sat down with you, which stopped you. He gave you a grin as he looked at the way your thighs were squeezed by the legs of your shorts, and how short they were sitting on you. “My shirts ain’t the only thing gettin’ stiff, I can tell ya that much” he said, making you swat at him once more as he gave a raspy laugh at your blush and facial expression in reaction. “You fiend. You ever thinkin’ with that head on your shoulders? Or just the one in your pants?” You asked with a smirk, knowing all too well the answer to that question, not that you minded one bit either. “I think we both know they’re about the same, I ain’t ever seen you complain about it” he said, making you chuckle as he leaned in and pulled you into another soft, loving kiss that you knew was going to lead to something much more. “Not one bit” you replied between kisses as his hands rested on your hips once more, giving you a nice squeeze while also doing what he could to keep you as close as he could get. He always had his hands on you in some way, sometimes in a suggestive way, but most times in a protective manner. He had to show the others and everyone out there in the commonwealth that no one fucks with, or gets between him and his girl. “C’mon take a break, laundry can wait. I ain’t seen you all day” he said, and he always did have a way with words that made you weak. “Only if ya promise me you won’t get mad if your shirts get stiff” you said, making him laugh. “I don’t give two shits about how them shirts feel, I just need you” he replied, making you smile as that happy twinkle came to your eyes, and gosh how they lit up every time you saw him. “Then I suppose the laundry can wait” you said with a soft giggle as he started to climb over top of you as you laid back against the bed again. Your hair fanned out around you against the pillows like a halo, your eyes half lidded as you looked up at him expectantly with those siren eyes he swore turned his mind into a frenzy. You smiled up at him with those pretty white teeth before he kissed you, feeling his hands wander your frame over your tank top and moving downward as your arms looped around him to pull him closer.

Your one hand removed his large hat, placing it off to the side as the kiss grew more heated, your tongues tangling in a fight for dominance with one another, a battle which he won. You moaned into it as one of his hands slipped beneath your tank top, surprisingly free of his gloves as he groped one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Let’s get this off’a you” he said, bringing your tank top up and over your head then tossing it to the side to be forgotten until later, trailing his kisses down your neck to your chest that now laid bare and exposed to the air. You were always a sight to behold to him, no matter how many times you had sex, or how many times he’d just seen you naked or even half naked, he considered himself lucky that you chose him. When he looked at you, everything felt right in the world again, even out in desolate wasteland. When you looked at him, you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky, like he was your whole world, and he was. “My beautiful lady” he complimented before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, working his tongue and thin cracked lips along it as he toyed with the other in his fingers, being sure to give them both the love they deserved. You moaned as he did, your back keening up off the mattress some at his touch. It had been a while since the last time you two had a chance to have sex, so needless to say you were more than receptive to his touches. You shut your eyes as your head fell back against the pillow, soft moans leaving your throat as he switched treatments, leaving behind nice little hickeys as a reminder of who you belonged to. You bit your lip and casted your gaze down onto him as you felt his lips begin to trail down your chest to your stomach, before he was resting between your legs. “Much as I like these, don’t think you’ll be needin’ ‘em right now” he said, unbuttoning and sliding his fingers into the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down and off from you, tossing them aside as haphazardly as he did with your top. His eyes delighted him when he saw you lying before him in lace, a commodity that’s damn hard to come by these days, making him whistle before making another sound of satisfaction at the sight. “And you were just gonna let this stay hidden? You’re like unwrappin’ a present” he said, making you giggle as he was careful with them as he slid them off you, but tossed them aside all the same. “You’re enough to make a man like me go feral darlin’, ya know that?” He said, making you chuckle once more. “Gettin’ you t’ act a fool is my favorite pass time” you replied, making him chuckle before he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, laying teasing butterfly kisses to your inner thigh that trailed slowly down to your aching cunt.

“Thought I’d pick up some RadAway while I was down at the market today for ya, that way I can give ya what you’ve been wantin’” he said as he sheathed himself fully inside, giving you a moment to breathe and accommodate to his size and the intrusion. You gave a happy little gasp that made him give a dark chuckle in response. “How romantic” you said teasingly but you were truly warmed by it, a bright smile on your face that joined with the blush that came from him already prodding at the apex of your cervix. “Anythin’ for you sweetheart. Besides, be a real shame if this sweet ass a yours looked like mine because of my doin’” he said, making you laugh. “Oh hush you, you’re mighty fine in my book” you said, pulling him into a soft sweet kiss. “For a cowpoke anyway” you added to tease, earning a sharp snap of his hips against yours in retaliation, making a loud moan leave your lips. “Wanna try that again, darlin’?” He asked, making you blush a bit brighter. “Was just kiddin’, shit. But if that’s what I gotta do t’ get ya t’ be rough with me, might just have to get on all them nerves of yours” you responded, making him smirk down at you, god he loved that attitude and humor you always about you, it’s one of the things that kept him going through all this. “If you want rough, all ya gotta do is ask. Fair warning, I don’t play nice when I do” he said, snapping his hips once more to hit deep inside of you, making your back arch up off the mattress once more. “Fuck, don’t want you to play nice. Want you t’ fuck me like you hate me” you said, making him chuckle as he quickly pulled out, making you whine at the loss of contact before you were abruptly rolled onto your stomach and his hand reached into your hair to pull your body into a harsh arch. “That dirty mind and mouth a yours’ll be both our undoin’ sweet cheeks” he said, bullying his way back into your pussy, starting a harsh pace that had your eyes rolling back as his hips slapped against your ass harshly. “You and I both know ya wouldn’t want me any other way” you quipped, making him chuckle as he yanked your hair to pull you back some more, earning a loud moan from you. “Look mighty tasty like this, I could just eat you alive” he said in a low growl, his lips and teeth sinking to your shoulder, leaving a bruise and teeth marks behind, marking and claiming you as his. He felt the way your walls squeezed around him as you whimpered pathetically with his bite, and the way you grew wetter as he did. “Fuck…Cooper” you moaned, making him chuckle as his hands gripped your hips, watching as you moved your hips back and met his thrusts hungrily. “Sure is a pretty sight, seein’ you split open on this cock. Hungry little thing, swallowin’ me the way you do. Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to” he said, making you grin proudly at his praise. “‘s all yours baby, only for you” you replied as you felt the bed start to rock back and forth and heard it creaking beneath your bodies as he found that spot inside you liked so much. For as hot as it was outside, you two fucked like it was the only way to keep warm. “Damn straight. Fuck…” he groaned, enjoying the sight of your ass jiggling each time his cock entered then reentered you and the sounds you made when it would happen. “So close…please, don’t stop” you begged, knowing full and well he never had any intentions to, but the words flew from your mouth as if they were the only thing you knew to say. You felt one of his hands leave your hip, coming to reach and rub tight circles against your clit, making that coil in the pit of your stomach wind tighter. “Cum for me baby” he said, working you closer and closer to your peak that was just around the corner, all you needed was one last push and he knew it, he could feel it with the way your walls hugged him.

He bit down on your shoulder once more, making you moan as you toppled over the edge. Your walls clenched around him tightly, earning a groan from him as your cunt spasmed and milked him for everything he could give you. Your mouth laid open in a wide O shape as your back arched, keeping him deep inside of you as his release creeped up on him from yours. He let out a deep, feral growl as he came inside of you with his teeth sunk into your perfect skin, missing the feeling of what it was like to empty himself into someone again. You hummed contentedly as you felt him fill you up, a pleasant tingle running through you as he laved over the teeth marks with his tongue. “You alright, sugar? Wasn’t too rough with ya, was I?” He asked by your ear, littering your skin with kisses as one of his hands rubbed soothingly up and down your side. You gave a giggle. “You always act like you’re gonna break me” you replied, making him chuckle. “I just might if I ain’t careful, certainly ain’t known for being a softy for others sweetheart” he said, making you chuckle as he pulled out of you slowly, trying his best not to hurt or overstimulate you both, allowing you to turn around and look at him. “Maybe I’d like it if ya did, but no you didn’t go rough on me. Was perfect, as always” you responded flirtatiously but with a sweet smile, making him chuckle dryly once more. “Good, I’ll always take good care of my girl” he replied, leaning down to kiss you softly before grabbing a rag and wetting it to help clean you up. As he came back and spread your legs, he watched his seed leak from you, moving down your thighs. He gave a crude whistle. “Now that’s a sight” he said with a mischievous grin, making you roll your eyes with an entertained smile as he helped clean you up, laying a kiss to your inner thigh. “At least give me a little recovery time, I ain’t got that stamina you got yet” you said, making him laugh as he disposed of the rag and climbed back into bed with you. “And don’t worry, I had my Rad-X for the day. Though I gotta say, that’s a feeling that’s totally worth a little radiation sickness if ya ask me” you said, both of you giving a chuckle as you kissed him softly once more, your hand resting on his chest as you did. “Well, just t’ be safe, I got RadAway. Some for me to keep me from turnin’ feral and rippin’ you to pieces, and some for you for those nights you crave that sweet feelin’” he said, handing you the IV bag of yellow liquid from off the bedside table. “What would I ever do without you?” You asked, hooking it up to the rack and putting the IV in to allow it to take effect. “A whole lotta nothin’ good I imagine. Probably spend a whole lotta nights hoping them dainty little fingers a yours can achieve anything close t’ what I give ya every night” he teased with a grin, making you roll your eyes with a laugh but he wasn’t wrong.

His hand came to yours, pulling it to where your fingers would intertwine with his, something he always did when you used needles and medicines on yourself as a gesture of comfort. He pulled his inhaler and a vile of RadAway from his duster that lay on the floor as you let the bag drip slowly. He took a hit off of his inhaler, giving a contended sigh as he leaned back against the pillows and let it work its way into his system. He looked over to see you, admiring him like he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. He gave you a sweet smile, one pulled deep from his heart as you leaned your head against his shoulder. One that said the three words he’d been struggling to try and tell you after all this time being together, a loving look in his usually dark, haunting gaze. “I love you” he said, making you look up at him in astonishment that he’d finally come around to saying it. You smiled at him, that same sweet smile he saw the first time he ever sent a flirty word your way, the same smile he’d come to absolutely adore seeing stretch to your cute face every time you saw him. “I love you too, Coop” you replied back, easing the tightness in his chest as he awaited your response. He gave you a relieved smile as he kissed your head, slinging his arm around you to pull you into his side and hold you close.

The moment was sweet, quiet save for the sounds of your joined breathing and heartbeats but peacefully so. You both stayed like that for a good while, the bag of RadAway already run down to nearly empty. That peace was disturbed when you realized you still had some chores on your list left to do for the day. “Shit, I still got laundry and shit to do” you said, sighing as you realized it and tipped your head back with a groan, removing your IV and bandaging up your arm, getting ready to get up and go back to it. “Hold it there, little lady” Cooper said, getting up and putting his briefs and pants back on. “I gotchya. You rest that pretty head a yours while I take care of it, ‘kay? Let that stuff work its way in ya” He said, making you look up at him. “You ain’t gotta do that Coop…” you replied, making him shake his head at you. “Shh, shh, shh. Don’t you move a muscle there, pretty lady. I got it” he urged, kissing your head once more before placing his hat back on his head, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing his duster over his shoulder. “‘s a good look on you” you said with a half lidded smile, your eyes raking his form as he turned and looked at you, shooting a grin your way. “And that is a good look on you” he replied, tipping his head to gesture at you who still laid in bed naked, hair slightly messy, a few bite marks and hickeys littering your otherwise mostly unblemished skin. You gave a grin and a giggle as he stood there, a calculated look in his eyes as he looked you over, resting himself by his arm along the doorframe. “I think I can live without a couple extra shirts” he said, tossing his shirt across the room without a care for where it landed, dropping his duster along the chair in the room. “What are you…Cooper!” You yelped playfully as he climbed back onto the bed, a hungry look in his eyes as he climbed over top of you. “Chores can wait a day, I need you sugar” he said, leaning down and slotting his lips against yours, pulling you into a soft, sweet kiss. “I need this” he added genuinely, his tone soft and loving as he pressed his forehead to yours while he held one of your hands in his. “Been enough days out in that shit hole wasteland that got me scared I was gonna lose you, and that’s somethin’ I just can’t have. So I wanna enjoy this, this little slice of paradise we got right now, with you” he said between soft, loving kisses, making you smile as you gave in and kissed him back. Laundry could wait for another day, he was right, times like these were hard to come by. Needless to say, no other chores got done that day, but it was certainly a night neither of you would ever forget.

#fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #fallout x reader #cooper howard smut #the ghoul smut #the ghoul x reader

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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dark!Joel x f!reader | updated: April 11, 2024: tired

moodboard by @milla-frenchy 🖤 a rb will not stay up-to-date.

SUMMARY: He's a bad guy, and you're his good girl. Joel saves you from bad men, but claims you for himself and takes you. You're his, and he won't let anyone forget it. His persona starts to crack, but he gets even more possessive. You're his world, and he'll do anything to keep you. Emotional slow burn. WARNINGS: 18+ canon-typical violence, noncon via implicit threat, evolving to enthusiastic dubious consent (stockholm syndrome), depraved use of praise and pet names (sweet pea, baby), unsafe P in V, exhibitionism, extreme possessiveness, dark fluff (🖤), angst, and more. NO USE of Y/N, No physical description of reader.

Spotify: raider, sweet pea (smut) Optional reference: trailer floor plan

main fic

Raider: (Mar 24, 2023) - He "saves" you, then has his way with you on an old mattress. Joel POV

Failed Rescue (Apr 8 - 1.9k) Your bf tries to save you. Joel makes him watch then keeps you.

Stash House (Apr 11 - 850)- Joel takes you to the stash house and shows everyone you're his. Wash Bin 🖤 (Aug 27, 1k) Shooting Practice Drabble(Jul 28, 1.6k)-

Failed Escape (Apr 23, 4k)- Joel saves you from FEDRA, bathes you, amd edges you.

J. Miller (May 19, 2k) - Joel labels you with his switchblade and claims all your holes. dark.

Home (May 29, 1.3k) - Joel makes dinner at home, cleans your chest, and tucks you in. 🖤

Company (Jun 9, 2.2k) - Joel brings home a girl to distract his men. dark. Extra Scene - angst.

Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - close call with other raiders. You-almost-died sex, and later, tender sex 🖤

Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - Joel traps 2 bad guys with some help and kills them while you. . .🖤 If you want him (1.5k) - he holds out to see🖤

Night Air (Aug 30, 3.5k) - Joel is brutal with a bad guy and his POV reveals some feelings. 🖤 Bonus blurb, wakeup pwp drabble

Hunger (Sep 29, 7k) - Joel takes you on a trek, comforts you, kills a guy, and gives you head. 🖤 He's only human (1.1k) - 👱‍♂️Carter POV, overlaps w/ hunger.

Bodies (Dec 3, 7.8k) - Strangers show up and cause a shitstorm, but Joel takes a big step. 🖤 Raider POV

No cliffhangers if you read through Bodies.

more smut, dark fluff, etc ⬇️

drabbles, imagines, hypotheticals

🔥 explicit smut

Trying to use him (800) (riding) 🔥

House meeting drabble 🖤

You get sick at night drabble 🖤

He goes down on you (oral f) 🔥

sweet pea by herself

Apple picking 🖤

If you touched his scar

if men had hurt you in the past

if you got your period 🖤

magazine and makeup 🖤

yoga pwp drabble piv 1k 🔥

boots drabble (oral f receiving) 🔥

graveyard blurb (spice)

if you bit his arm drabble (p in v) 🔥

If you snapped (emotional spice) 🖤

face sitting on sofa 🔥

If you sketched Joel and Jack

being bad, looking good (2.8k, smut) 🔥

Van ride drabble (800) 🖤

sleeping beast (<1k), PWP 🔥

If Joel was sick 🖤

If you were annoying

cutting his hair 🖤

waking up on top 🔥

✨tired 🖤

if you can handle it, there's non-canon carter smut 👱‍♂️

Note: not all content is linked here. Asks can lead to lore and previews or hints of future plot points, etc.

Headcanons (not written like fic)

If another man has his way (Q&A)

dacryphilia - evolved update (Q&A)

if you had scars or tattoos (Q&A)

👱‍♂️raider carter Qs, face claim (Q&A)

Analysis (#raider!analysis)

why does he keep her

why did he snap (in Company extra scene)

his eye contact

his affection / feelings, trajectory 🖤

falling for sweet pea

his self hate and her feelings

the dog and joel's concern for you

✨awareness of growth / why keep her

Raider Tommy

Birds of prey (2.6k)

Art, etc.

Mattress by esquire magazine

Stitches by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

collage by @milla-frenchy

lose control edit by @survivingandenduring

🌸 sweet pea mood boards by various

6 month collage by milla-frenchy

6 month cake by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

🌸 sweet pea cosplay from night air

👱‍♂️carter mood board by @romana-after-dark

pts. 1-3 rb mood boards by @iamasaddie

night air gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

raider/sweet pea collage by milla

sweet pea's pup by @dark-scape

want it that bad gif by @dark-scape

Bodies gif by not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

👱‍♂️carter mood board by milla-frenchy

Then and now drawing by @romana-after-dark

Raider/sweet pea drawings by @lumoverheaven

our stars moodboard by milla

raiding edits by gasolinerainbowpuddles

under the anger by iamasaddie

✨🎥 Trailer (video) by @carminepoison

✨ birthday sketch by @lumoverheaven

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An Unexpected Visit (Cal Kestis x Mechanic!Reader)

Summary: You find a little metal friend in your lonely workshop on Koboh and you have no idea where he came from. The answer to that question brings you more hope than you thought it would.

Warnings: Small blood mention.

Words: 3.8k

Note: Thought I'd post a little something while I work on the next few chapter of BoP! Pretty sure this is gender neutral, but if im wrong don't hesitate to point it out!!

Koboh was a hot planet to live on even on its coldest days. There was no such thing as frost here, and snow was out of the question. The native population of the planet was used to it, buildings designed to keep out the sweltering air and clothes made of the thinnest materials.

You, however, hated it.

You’d been warned the planet was warm, but no one had quite mentioned how high the temperature really was. You regretted trusting the Ihi Tib that had brought you here more than anything, but you’d used up all your credits on that trip and there was no way in hell to make that money again to leave, not while working here.

You longed for Habo, the little planet you’d decided against in favor of this one. No raiders, no empire soldiers, just nature and its shy inhabitants. No droids either, but there wasn’t any here either, so you didn’t care. Sometimes, you dreamt of reaching its lush forests and mountains and feeling cold drops of rain on your skin.

The metal roofing of your shop did you no good either, heat waves often visible above it. Its only room felt like a furnace even at the best of times, and you weren’t a stranger to the feeling of sweat-soaked clothes sticking to you uncomfortably anymore.

You tinkered with a metal detector that some prospector had brought to you, taking the opportunity of the night’s barely detectable coolness to work on a project. Apparently, it had stopped functioning properly after it’d been dropped into a chasm. By the looks of it, you were surprised it even was in one piece. Well, mostly in one piece. Maybe the revenue you’d make from this might be able to pay for new boot soles, yours having almost completely disintegrated because of the burning sand that covered the entire region.

The only sound in your workshop was the harsh grating of your screwdriver against the detector’s metal, as you tried to pry open its chassis. The thing just wouldn’t budge, and you considered whether the boots were even worth it.

A whistling sound startled you, the old screwdriver slipping and taking a chunk out of your palm. You swore and tugged a rare oil-free cloth from the toolbox beside you, hitting your head on your work lamp in the process and swearing again. You pressed the cloth against the wound to stop the bleeding and looked towards the open room to determine where the whistling had come from. The door to the shop was locked, you’d triple-checked it while closing. Was this one of the raider lackeys trying to draw you outside again? You’d fallen for it exactly once and promptly learned not to investigate strange noises you might hear outside, but this sounded like a mechanical whistle, not a breathing being.

The strange whistling sounded again, this time from behind you. You spun on your heels, tied the cloth around your hand, and reached for the rusty rebar you kept by your workstation. Nothing seemed amiss at first glance. Had you imagined the sound? Maybe the heat was getting to you, you hadn’t refilled your water canister since this morning. Dehydration hallucinations were rare for you, but you’d still had your fair share, especially when you’d just arrived to Koboh. Getting used to this planet had been a challenge.

Suddenly a flash of red and white crossed the room, hiding behind a wooden bin you used to store your own unfinished projects. The whistle came again, followed by a few beeps. A droid, you realized. He’d been speaking binary! You’d hardly recognized it, not having heard it since your arrival. Lots of droids, the Ihi Tib had assured you, the bastard.

“Hey little buddy, can I help you?” you called, slightly lowering the rebar but still holding it tightly with your free hand. A series of beeps followed in response. It was mostly unintelligible, but you could make out the meaning of some of it.

“Yeah, I’m the mechanic here, do you need something fixed?”

A scared whistle. You crouched, putting down the rebar at reaching distance from your hands.

“I’ve let go of the iron, I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me, deal?”

You received no response, but the droid tentatively stepped out from its hideout. It was a cute one, you thought, a little flat head and cubical body supported by its two lanky legs. You could see his eyes focusing and zooming on you, no doubt examining you for any sign of aggression. You raised your hands as a peace gesture, and he stepped closer. He emitted a green light from his position. You laughed at the sudden scan but didn’t move.

From up close, you could see the damage he carried. The side of his left leg was blackened as if burnt, and its small body had a gaping hole that revealed his inner components. No wonder he’d been scared, one more hit and he’d be fried. He looked mostly intact on the inside, but you’d need him in your hands to determine if that was the case. You went to speak but got cut off by the loud noise of your door slamming shut behind you.

“Beedee, I told you to wait while I left to find a spare-”

You squealed at the man’s voice, grabbing the piece of rebar again, wincing as it rubbed against your clothed palm, and jumped to your feet.

A man stood at the entrance of your shop, only a few feet from you. You shakily held up the rebar between the two of you as a threat, the droid incoherently beeping behind you and hitting you with his little leg. You ignored him, and the intruder raised his hands, showing you that they were empty. You could see a metal baton at his side and a pistol strapped to his thigh, but he wasn’t reaching for them despite the threat of your rebar.

“Whoa, easy,” he exclaimed rapidly, “I’m not here to attack you!”

“What do you want?” you called, “Shop’s closed at this hour.” It was fairly late in the night, and not many people were still up at this time apart from you. No one with good intentions, at least.

He took a less defensive stance, increasingly unimpressed at your choice of weapon, or your unsteady hold of it. “My name’s Cal, I’m just here for beedee.” He gestured to the droid. “Come on buddy, we’ve got to get back to Greez.”

The cantina’s owner?

“How do you know Greez?” you asked with narrowed eyes. You’d never seen this man, and he’d never been around here. News spread fast in a village this small, you would’ve heard about it in less than a day. The cantina sometimes welcomed suspicious or dangerous individuals, and you wondered if this new guy was one of them.

“It’s a… long story. I’m just visiting. Beedee, let’s go.”

You examined the man closer, as he was clearly only interested in the droid. Now that the adrenaline had mostly run its course, your mind pointed out how attractive the man was. Sure, his armor-looking leather garments looked like they had seen better days, but it was hard to ignore his soft-swept hair, scatter of freckles and sharp jawline that his stubble didn’t quite manage to hide, not to mention his lean yet muscled build.

The droid, beedee, didn’t make a move to leave. Instead, he pushed into your leg again and emitted a series of noises you couldn’t understand.

“Is he always this unclear or is my binary just rusty?” you asked the man hesitantly, keeping the rebar in hand and taking a few steps back to put space in between the two of you.

“He got shot in the middle of a fight, his vocabulator got damaged,” he said. Your grip on the metal tightened. A fight? “I was going to fly to a relay point to find him a new one, but this guy,” he shot a reproachful look at the droid, “Won’t stay put long enough for me to go.”

The droid continued his monologue. The only word you could make out was ‘Mechanic’.

“I’m a mechanic, beedee, is that why you came to see me?”

He near-violently nodded his head.

“I’m sorry he disturbed you, like I said, we need the new component to fix it.” Cal said, shrugging.

You crouched and took a closer look. You could view the injured piece now, its main area intact but its outer edge clearly burnt out. You shook your head. “You don’t need a new one, actually.”

Cal looked at you like you’d grown a third head. “Have you seen the chip? That thing is as good as dead.”

“Not if you reroute the circuit towards his internal commlink instead.”

He blinked. “You’ve worked on droids before?” he asked cautiously.

You nodded. “It’s what I trained for as a teen on my home planet, but I had the great luck of finding a dishonest pilot who promised me there were a lot of droids here.” You gestured to your near empty workshop, embarrassed. “As you can see, not quite the reality of the area. The only ones here are those the raiders keep, and I’ve made it quite clear to them on multiple occasions that they could shove it. Being on their bad side isn’t the greatest, but at least I’m not helping them loot and kill people. Used to work on ships too and loved that, but those are also lacking here.”

He looked at you as if evaluating your body language. You weren’t exactly hard to read; you wore your emotions quite visibly. “Why haven’t you left?” he asked.

“A droid mechanic on a droid-less planet doesn’t exactly have the revenue to jump on a hyperspace voyage. Maybe in a couple years, but at this rate the raiders will have found any stash of money I could keep. Anyways! what I’m trying to say is I can fix beedee if you want.” The droid beeped approvingly from where he stood, jumping up and down in triumph.

Cal seemed to weigh the risks. You didn’t blame him, some unknown mechanic on a near empty outer rim planet didn’t exactly inspire confidence, but you knew you could make the repairs easily.

“Alright,” he said defeatedly, “but if a single electrical filament is damaged, I’ll know, and you won’t get a cent.”

You shrugged, his threat not scaring you. The droid already had enough injuries as is, you weren’t planning on adding to them.

Beedee jumped up to the worktable you’d been working at earlier and you pushed aside the metal detector with a wince. The movement pulled on your palm painfully. The droid didn’t miss your reaction and pushed on your injured hand with a foot.

“Just a cut, little guy, nothing to worry about.” You said, perhaps unconvincingly. The screwdriver you’d used was a bit rusty, and you knew you should get a bacta patch to keep an infection from spreading, but you couldn’t afford one. You’d wash it out with water later and hope for the best.

The droid didn’t miss a beat at words and a little vial was suddenly flung up in the air. You didn’t manage to catch it, not having the reaction time you might have with more rest and water in you, but a calloused hand caught it before it could hit the ground. Cal stood next to you, offering the tube in an open hand

“A stim?” you exclaimed, picking it up and examining it, “I haven’t seen one of those in years, they cost a fortune.” You glanced towards Cal. “I’m not sure the cut warrants using one.” you added.

The man just folded his arms and leaned against the table. “If beedee says you need one, I wouldn’t argue, or else you’ll be arguing with him all night.” he said.

You mumbled a soft thank you as you injected the stim, your hands already feeling much better after only a few seconds. You took off the cloth and despite the dark red that coated your hand, the cut had all but disappeared, leaving only a thin pink line behind. You scrubbed the dry blood off as best you could and turned towards the droid again.

He sat in front of you, presenting his exposed wiring. You picked up your smallest welder and started working, self-conscious of your beat-up tools. You could feel Cal leaning in with each detailed movement you made, unquestionably watching the process to learn how to do it himself. You worked as diligently as you could despite your focus trailing occasionally to the man that held close to your side. The slight reprieve the night air provided seemed gone, his warmth seeping into your skin.

It wasn’t a complicated job, you just needed to reroute the processor to the commlink to translate the droid’s processes into clear binary code to then bypass the burnt translator located on the edge of the vocabulator. It was a trick that was specific to this type of vocabulator though, so it wasn’t a well-known process.

You finished with the rerouting, satisfied by the clear binary beedee could now emit as he properly introduced himself to you. And idea shot through you and you slipped out from Cal’s side to reach for your spare parts bin. You rummaged through it for a moment, the droid sending you a questioning whistle.

“Wait a minute! I know I’ve got it somewhere here…” you grumbled. “Ah-ah! Here it is.”

You held out a grey piece of thin durasteel as you sauntered back to the waiting duo, grabbing your heat gun along the way. “I think I can give you a temporary fix for your casing, let me just… There! It doesn’t match your colors, but it should do the trick.” You slid a newly shaped metal plate over the spot where the casing had melted away, grinning at its sturdiness. “This won’t fix it forever; I’d need a little more time to make an entirely new one and to make it the right color, but this should keep your components safe for a while!”

BD-1, as you now knew him, spun around in circles as he tried to check out his new part. You took out a small mirror from a drawer and held it up to him so he could see. He let out a string of excited beeps and whistles, repeatedly asking Cal to look at his ‘cool looking patch’. You glanced to the man on your side and discovered him watching you intently with a small smile. You felt your cheeks heating under his stare and scuttled back a few steps.

“Uhm, I hope this all works out until you’re able to find new parts, you guys! I could get started on a new custom permanent case too, so beedee doesn’t lose his usual flair.” BD-1 whistled in approval. “Shouldn’t take me more than a few days, maybe 5 at most, if you’re interested.”

Cal nodded, his intense gaze not faltering. “I think that’d be perfect. How much for today’s work?”

“Oh no, consider it as a repayment for that stim and for the opportunity to work on a droid again. Honestly, I had forgotten how much more interesting it is than working on the prospectors’ tools. As for the pickup, if I’m not here when you come back to get it, that means I’ve gone out to trade for parts. I’ll leave the finished casing in this drawer here,” you pointed to the right one, “and you seem to know how to get past the locks. Just close it back up when you leave!”

He laughed at the remark and thanked you for your work on BD-1. The droid gave you a sharp farewell whistle despite its clear disappointment at having to leave already. He climbed onto Cal’s back as the man moved toward your shop’s door.

“Hey,” you called, “if you come around this corner of the galaxy again after picking up beedee’s casing, don’t hesitate to swing by! It’s always nice seeing someone new.”

He turned on his feet, walking backwards for a few steps. “I have a feeling we’ll see each other again, don’t worry.” He winked at you, leaving you at a loss for words, and turned back to walk through the door.

After you calmed your elevated heartbeat, you locked up after him, deciding the two unexpected guests were enough for one night. You leaned back against the door and sighed. Maybe you should’ve accepted the money. Cal seemed like a nice guy, but Koboh was getting harder every day. Habo was still on your mind, but you’d settle for anything other than this damn planet. Kriff, you’d even be willing to join a crew of wandering space pirates if that meant you actually got to do something other than retrieve and fix the same old tools over and over again. Maybe one day luck would favor you, you thought, or maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

-- 9 days later ---

The walk back from trading was always exhausting. The prospectors that held the best materials were currently residing on a high cliff that hid a cave’s opening. Getting up there was arduous, but if you left early enough it was manageable despite the climbing you had to do. By the time you made the trek back, however, there was no escaping the sun’s rays, and the only thing keeping your hands from the burning rocks as you scaled down the cliff was an almost ruined pair of leather gloves. They wouldn’t last another climb, you thought, and neither would your boots.

You’d have to find something to barter with the one villager who made most of the prospectors’ equipment. You didn’t even have money for food this week, but you’d make do, like you always did. Maybe you’d go back to the cantina tonight to offer maintenance on Greez’s bartender droid. His cantina was apparently bringing in more customers this week, so maybe you could find some other work there too.

You were also looking forward to hearing more of the village gossip. You’d heard rumors of a Jedi taking down raiders all over the region when you’d gone for a drink the night before but given that the source of that information was Turgle, you were far from convinced. A Jedi would be hunted down in a minute by the Empire, especially if they used their famed weapon and left witnesses. The fisherman you sometimes saw hanging around the streams, Skoova, had however confirmed that there was indeed a newcomer hunting down raiders for sport.

He hadn’t been very talkative, only describing him as a short-haired man of average height that fought in a poncho. You didn’t know how you felt about someone wearing a poncho on a desert planet, though you did find humor at the idea of the raiders getting their ass kicked by some new guy in a raincoat. Either way, if there was a chance that this not-a-Jedi-even-though-Turgle-says-he-is guy had arrived here by ship, you wanted to find out more no matter his unusual taste in clothing.

You entered your workshop after the long walk back from the prospectors, bracing for the intolerable heat of your metal cage. You stored what little you’d brought back in its rightful place and dragged your feet to your worktable, ready to start working on another tool a prospector had given you to fix. You remembered distantly that Cal still hadn’t swung by to pick up BD-1’s new case.

You peeked inside the drawer and found it empty of the custom case. There were a few credits in there, thankfully enough to cover the material you’d used for the case, plus a couple more. Despite the much-needed money, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Of course, the one day you left your workshop had to be the one when he decided to come here. You sighed and pushed the drawer away, rubbing your eyes with your palms, hoping (and doubting) that he would visit again. You didn’t even know what region of Koboh he was from, you didn’t recognize his accent at all.

A glimpse of white caught your eye before the drawer shut completely. You reached towards the unknown object and found a folded note that you were sure hadn’t been in therebefore you left. You opened it and didn’t immediately recognize the handwriting.

Thank you for the case, BD-1 is practically begging for a couple more designs (to match my ‘rizz’ - I have no idea what that means. He convinced me to wear an old grey poncho I had just so we matched and I fear giving in to the different colored cases will be the start of a slippery slope, but how could I say no to the little guy?)

I’ve gone off-track – What I mean to tell you is that if you still want to leave Koboh, there will be a ship (it’s mine) at the landing pad until 1500 tomorrow. Bring what you need, but I have all the essentials on board. Food and water I mean, and maybe I have a spare toothbrush somewhere too?

Anyway. We’ll figure it out.

I can drop you off somewhere if you want, but I wouldn’t mind a mechanic on board if you’re interested. Can’t guarantee regular hours or absolute safety but hey, still more interesting than metal detectors, right?

This might be my last visit to Koboh in a while.

P.S.: BD-1 wants you to know you’re the only one allowed to fix his leg, and that he ‘requires you on board’. His words, not mine. He shot an electric dart at the last person who tried to repair it (me).

Cal

You couldn’t help but let out a loud celebratory shout as you read. He had a ship, and you were finally getting out of here! No more prospectors whining at the time it took to fix their tools, no bedlam raiders trying to kick through your door in the middle of the night, no need to refill your water supply from the well that stood well over a mile away.

You’d happily make BD-1 a thousand little metal outfits to match Cal’s ponchos if he wanted-

Your mind screeched to a stop. Hadn't that been the outfit Skoova mentioned?

You remembered what Turgle said about the second newcomer, the one he had called a Jedi. You didn’t remember ever reading about that order using guns, but… Cal had been carrying another weapon. The metal handle, you now realized, that was hanging at his side.

Oh kriff.

Had the idea while building the BD-1 Lego set. I meant for this to be just a little 1k meet-cute oneshot, Of course, me being me, i wrote 5k. Edited it a little, and it's as short as I can tolerate lmao

My first time posting for Star Wars! Still not over Survivor despite having played it more than 100 hour in the first two weeks i got it, and having done reruns since. The double-bladed stance has me in a chokehold.

Tell me what you think, and check out my masterlist!

#Cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #jedi fallen order #jedi video games #star wars jedi #star wars #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic

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okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount · 17 days

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Guys. Scrooge McDuck already traveled the multiverse in 1995

Hey look, it’s the doors from doctor strange

-my dad

This year will mark a historical moment in Disney comics history. The first Marvel-made Scrooge McDuck comic. Uncle Scrooge and the Infinity Dime coming up in June will have Scrooge travel through the multiverse to defeat an evil AU version of himself.

To some unfamiliar with Disney comics, this might sound like a lame idea in the trend of many multiverse stories that we are seeing in the cinemas today.

To some familiar with Disney comics, this sounded exactly like the plot of Zio Paperone e il predone dimensionale.

Truth is, the multiverse has always been a part of… just comic books. It’s now starting to slip into other mediums because of the many, many comic book adaptations just getting to that point of the lore, but the comic books themselves have had it for a long time now. Including Disney comics.

Though for Disney it’s less a case of: we wanted to explain continuity errors and then went a bit too far, and more a case of: if you have comics coming out literally every single day of the week then at some point you just get to the multiverse.

There are many of these to be found in Disney comics, which we might talk about later if someone is interested or I feel like it, but today we are going to go over the one most similar in premise to the upcoming Marvel release.

Because I just think it’s really funny how similar they are. Like at this point I would call it a reboot.

Oh oh, Scrooge and multiverse, look at this. I’m pretty sure the Loki tv series just copied their time doors from this comic.

Federico Povoleri wrote a pretty simple story. Someone is stealing from Scrooge again, and this time, the culprit turns out to be… himself!

‘Our’ Scrooge is signified by the red coat (and later the multiverse hopping suit). All the alternates will be clad in blue. DT87 Scrooge is just another AU that no one cares about confirmed

This stealing Scrooge is our ‘Scrooge above all’. He wants to be richer than all his other variants and steals from them for that or something. I don’t remember very well but why he does it doesn’t matter. It’s evil Scrooge and he steals that’s all we need to know.

As we have seen already, he escapes with an universe hopping door. As he always does within these kinds of situations, Scrooge calls Gyro who finds some kind of dimensional energy lingering around where the door used to be. He does the usual explain the multiverse bit.

Then Gyro does in a few hours/days/wedontactuallyknow what Red Raider has been trying for years. There’s a reason they kicked him out of PKNA he would be too overpowered.

Yeah altronave my nose.

Scrooge arrives in the bin of another him, and explains as well as he can. This repeats a few times and I would love to show it but there is a 10 image limit on tumblr mobile for some reason.

Finally he arrives at the bin of the Scrooge who steals and they have a little typical multiverse discussion (I am the real one. No bitch I am. But which one are you. A real me would never do this. That kind of stuff)

But he gets defeated by bad Scrooge. Oh no the only one who could defeat Scrooge has defeated him. What will happen now?

Exactly what you think happens. prime!Scrooge never closed the AU doors and so everyone he visited could just hop through and arrive at Scrooge above all’s office. Yay.

It is not a bad comic. It has the single idea, it sticks to it, it executes it well. The interactions with AU Scrooge’s are just plain fun. At the time of writing the story has place 6020 on inducks which is pretty dang high for such a silly comic.

It’s very much a multiverse story in a classic Disney comics way. It’s not used to bring multiple continuities together. No storia e gloria Scrooge VS life and times Scrooge. Nothing dramatic happening or high stakes. Just Scrooge going on another adventure, and for being one of the first multiverse comics involving Scrooge that didn’t pull random bullshit, it’s considered good by most of the fandom it seems. That the Comicup artists was pretty decent helped as well.

But now, what can we expect from what is totally gonna be a remake of this?

Infinity Dime is Marvel. It’s gonna take a Marvel approach. Assuming it’s not gonna be parody (which i kind of really hope it isn’t), then what will it be? Are we gonna see something similar to this, where Scrooge will just meet different versions of himself or will we see established AU’s? Both Ducktales and all his other animated counterparts (i heard the americans like christmas carol scrooge) seem like easy picks. Will they fight? Will it be Secret Wars? Or will they work together like in this comic?

Marvel has still given out zero information about the story (hell, they haven’t even made clear which artists aside from a few are drawing. “celebrated Scrooge artists” does NOT narrow it down) except for that super vague premise. So the best we can do is imagine this story but with the Marvel flavor. Not that I have read enough Marvel comics to properly understand what that means but ive seen some movies okay.

We can probably imagine there will be more ‘evil’ Scrooges. Some Scroogehenchmen. And they will fight. We gotta have action scenes. Which I trust will look good because Mangiatordi I believe his connection to the project alone will secure that the art department will be amazing. His existence is enough.

I’m also expecting DT17 Scrooge to at least cameo. He’s the perfect character for this type of story, fits way better than any other non comic variant. DT87 Scrooge could work as maybe a younger version? Who is not sure what he got caught up in. But then we would need emotional scenes between Scrooge and Scrooge and that’s probably asking too much from Jason Aaron.

Oh hmm actually. I can see when good Scrooge fights bad Scrooge in the climax he will do a big speech that will last a good 4 pages and will teach bad Scrooge what it takes to be a real Scrooge. That sounds stupid enough to be a Marvel thing but not so stupid as to become completely ridiculous.

I’m not expecting actual references to other established comic Scrooge AU’s. We will probably have Barks and Rosa references and that’s it. I’m not even expecting a Van Horn reference tbh. It’s all Barks and Rosa we gotta keep it beginner friendly. It might even just be Rosa. Which indirectly will result in a Barks reference because every Rosa reference is just a Barks reference but with extra steps.

I’m trying to make predictions okay? So I can go I SAID SO when it comes out. It’ll be really funny for me and annoying for you guys. You don’t even have to read this (yet). This is just for in the future so I can look like a wizard.

The scene where Gyro explains the multiverse might just get copied one on one. Maybe Gyro will be replaced by Ludwig? At least I don’t think they will have Scrooge just go: oh yeah ive seen this before. Maybe another Scrooge will explain it to him/secretly the reader. It WILL involve a big cosmic looking image that will represent the multiverse. It just has to. Even if just to show the Marvel audience how good these Italian Scrooge artists are.

I don’t think Donald or the nephews are gonna play a big role. Maybe at the beginning and end, maybe they will somehow stay in contact with Scrooge or he thinks about them a few times to remind us of hey this is Donald Duck. But I think most is gonna be a solo Scrooge adventure just like we have already seen.

Idk. I really want to talk more about Infinity Dime because it’s the most exciting US made Disney comic in ages. Idk why no one else seems to be hyped. Where is all the rambling and speculation guys?? Not about the covers, but about the actual story!

Anyways now we get to the most important question: do i think it will feature Magica?

Maybe. (Definitely not gonna play a big role if she even appears. Maybe a cameo when at some point there will be a dramatic flashback… Or she could show up in one of the AU’s. Maybe just a short scene in the beginning showing his usual life but that sounds lame. Probably not gonna have a role in the story at least, and I kinda hope it won’t have any Magica at all because I’m scared that they will go of off Rosa’s characterization lol.)

Ok Remember to infinity your dimes and uncle your scrooges gby

#uncle scrooge and the infinity dime #disney comics #infinity dime #scrooge mcduck #uncle scrooge #multiverse #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 1987

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 months

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tuesday again 1/30/2024

a good 60% of my brain is screaming in unemployment terror at all times so these will be somewhat abbreviated until that situation resolves itself

listening

sleeping on the ceiling by friday pilots club. this is a song by a five-piece alt-rock band from chicago that could EASILY open for mid-aughts fall out boy. i would like to think it is from the point of view of a freshly-turned vampire. listen this slot isn't about the best song i heard this week it's about the one that got stuck in my head the most

Hey, I swear I'm okay Honey, I been sleepin' on the ceiling all day Yes way, like hey I swear I feel great Looky, looky, love the feeling of being okay Yes way

spotify.

youtube

reading

Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and the Amulet of Power by Mike Resnick. it was in a dollar book bin and i got it as a joke gift for a friend. mike resnick is a remarkably prolific writer who's done a lot of tie-ins. i don't have anything particularly notable to say about his star wars books but they are a sort of minimum viable product? they feel star warsy and don't annoy me on every page.

this book was published in 2003 and treats the people of the Nile delta and their beliefs with all the delicacy you might expect from a 2003 video game tie in novel. i do think the twist is being telegraphed way too hard. perhaps i should say instead of sending a telegram mr resnick has simply set the telegraph office ablaze as a signal fire. the titular triangle-pointed woman herself ms croft is VERY insistent she's just as good as the boys. this is pretty on par for my experience of 2003 empowering womens' feminism AND my experience in a male-dominated field so i can't really ding it too hard? aside from the racism, in the notably racism-free fields of archaeology and video games and archaeology video games, this book is aging a little strangely overall. i do not know if i will finish it before i mail it out to my friend, but despite its sins it is a very fast read.

watching

watched the four dungeon meshi episodes. it's cute! ProzD was an unexpected delight! it made me want to make something fancy for dinner but alas i still have to go food shopping!

some posts on my dash were talking about how the episode with the mollusks inside the living armor really got them hooked and i have to agree. i also saw the full potential of the show's speculative biology unspooling before me. i don't know if i currently have the brainwidth for the manga but it is going on my reading list for after i finish berserk. which is kind of like saying i'm going to watch chopped after i finish up hannibal

playing

forgot i had an original gen switch, given to me through a complex series in a complex series of friend barters back in uhhhh late '21? early '22? i got through 3/4 of the divine beasts the first time around and then could not crack the camel. it was well past time to create a new switch profile so i could start a new game without losing the old one.

omg twinnsssssssss

i did forget how goddamn big the map is. i have just now unlocked the camera and the memory quests, i have not really. done much more than basic tutorial and beginning of game stuff.

making

anxiously junebugging between a whole bunch of shit. finally figured out the correct charger/extension cord setup for my bedroom. replaced all the fluorescent lightbulbs and took them to be recycled. fixed the hall door enough so it latches closed and an irritated cat can't claw it open. tidied up the balcony and patio and repotted the surviving houseplants.

in textile news, started this cross stitch. this is a Bless This Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy Star Wars themed sampler, i have made two as gifts and had to throw out a mostly-completed one i made for me bc of the moths. but i now know exactly where this will go in this apartment and i already have the frame and i bought all the floss pre-being fired, so might as well? the real bitch of the situation here is backstitching the buildings. it's so start and stop. it's so much tan. i talked about this on the weekly siblingchat facetime and now my brother has requested one lmao. that's his christmas gift settled. i suppose.

i had somehow forgotten how loadbearing textile crimes are for me. i haven't done much of anything since the moth debacle, and that was almost two years ago. last night i found some suspicious holes in a camisole and i'm really really hoping it's just cat claws and not moths or carpet beetles or any other fun things that eat clothes.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #feeling unsettled. feeling petulant.

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prometheus023 · 6 months

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Kellogg's Khorne Flakes - The Second Serving

So in my last post, I showed off the first wave of World Eaters I painted up for use in our gaming group playing 5th Ed 40k.

Well, it didn't take long for our group to start gaining momentum. With the World Eaters seeing a lot of use as a beginner friendly army for teaching new players the basics, it didn't take long for me to start getting them some new options to go beyond the 750-1000 pt lists we had started with.

So over the last 9 months, I've added:

Dreadnought/Helbrute - Bran, the Craven

"Bran the Craven, Bran the Coward. The imperial lap dog who would call himself a War Hound. The Devastator Sergeant who refused to turn his guns against the Emperor’s puppets at Isstvaan. Near murdered by his squad, Lord Kellogg had him interred in an arm-less Dreadnought as punishment. Oh, how the years have taken their toll..."

Intended as a Fire-Support platform for tactical reasons, it was fun to come up with why a World Eater Dreadnought might be devoid of Close Combat Weapons.

The Predator Annihilator - Calamistratus

Lore-wise, this is essentially the World Eaters Sin Bin. You failed Kellogg? You didn't fight good enough? Chain-axe privileges revoked, get in the tank loser. You're on covering fire duty.

The Land Raider Proteus - Felix Tigris

This was a Christmas present from my In-laws and easily the nicest Warhammer Vehicle I've ever had the pleasure of assembling. If you haven't got yourself a Proteus yet? Treat yourself.

I've assembled and painted six of the standard Land Raiders over the years and while its an iconic look that I'm very fond of, it's known to have its issues. Not the Proteus. This thing rocks.

So much so, I bought 3 more. Whoops.

It was around this point in time we started to come around to the idea of home-brewing 5th Ed Rules for new units and characters like Jakhals, Eightbound and Lord Invocatus - so my next update on the World Eaters will show off some of the newer units I added with that in mind...

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer #miniatures #chaos space marines #warhammercommunity #painting warhammer #warhammer40k #games workshop #world eaters #Khorne #heretic astartes #Horus Heresy

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wjbs-aus · 6 months

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Ideas for weird griffins*, and also names for each one:

Genyornis/Smilodon (Pleistocene Pal)

Anurognathus/Juramaia (Funky Prehistoric Fella)

Pigeon/Fox (Bin Raider)

Chicken/Cow (Delicious)

Dodo/Dikdik (Paradoxical)

Hercules Beetle/Rhinoceros (Charger)

Bumblebee/Sheep (Fluffball)

Duck/Beaver (Platypusn't)

Vulture/Hyena (Scavenger)

Raven/Horse (Nightmare)

Dove/Horse (Majestic Steed)

Stag Beetle/Elk (Forest King)

Crow/Gorilla (Crowrilla)

Robin/Red Squirrel (Woodland Critter)

Parrot/Chameleon (Disguise Master)

Mosquito/Water Deer (Vampiric)

Fly/Rat (Pest)

Quetzalcoatlus/Supersaurus (Prehistoric Demon)

Emperor Penguin/Polar Bear (Cold Fusion)

Flying Fish/St. Andrew's Cross Spider (Loophole King)

Rhinoceros Beetle/Tortoise (Flying Fortress)

Wasp/Wolf (Pack Swarmer)

Superb Bird of Paradise/Echidna (What)

*my definition of what makes something a griffin is if it has the head, wings, front legs and upper-body texture of any winged creature (flighted or otherwise) and the body-shape, temperament, lower-body texture and (optionally) identifying features of any quadruped.

#griffins #mythology

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scottpetersen · 11 months

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Something I Noticed In The Episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’

Ok. As shown in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, the McDuck family split up into 2 groups. One group consisting of Ms. Beakley, Webby Vanderquack, Donald Duck, Huey Duck and Dewey Duck and the other group consisting of Scrooge McDuck, Della Duck and Louie Duck. I also noticed something about the different members of each of those 2 groups that I’ll be going over here. Also, Spoiler Alert for the DuckTales (2017) TV series. With that out of the way, let’s dive right in.

The group that consisted of Ms. Beakley, Webby, Donald, Huey and Dewey mostly consisted of the members of the McDuck family who generally prefer being cautious and following the rules. Ms. Beakley preferred being cautious and following the rules as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’ where Ms. Beakley was annoyed with Scrooge’s unwillingness to follow protocol and was shocked to see Scrooge eating potentially dangerous to check if they were poisonous. Webby Vanderquack knows about and believes in government policies and regulations as shown in the episode ‘Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!’ where Webby knew that after all the lawsuits, the government claimed that fizzy rock firework cakes are unsafe to eat and tried to warn Dewey that eating one is unsafe. Donald Duck also knows a bit about being careful as shown in the episode ‘Storkules In Duckburg!’ where Donald gave Storkules strict instructions on how to be responsible. And Huey Duck is very careful too as shown in the episode ‘Quack Pack!’ where Huey realized that something was wrong since his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook was blank and soon realized that he and his family were trapped in a TV show after analyzing his environment and realizing that the place they were in was designed like a TV set. The reason why I said mostly earlier is because Dewey seems to be the only exception here as shown in the episode ‘Escape To/From Atlantas!’ where Dewey went across a bridge full of fiery traps despite Scrooge’s warnings against doing so. I think the reason why Dewey is the exception here is because, as shown in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, Scrooge told Della and Louie that he needed them to spot any weaknesses in his Money Bin’s defense system since they were the 2 most cunning individuals he knew. So, Scrooge probably didn’t bring Dewey along in his group because Dewey’s recklessness made him far from one of the most cunning individuals Scrooge knew.

The group that consisted of Scrooge, Della and Louie only consisted of members of the McDuck family who generally prefer being rebellious and mostly tend to disregard the rules. Scrooge usually tends to ignore the rules as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’ where Scrooge mostly disregarded regulations and protocol unless they were absolutely necessary. Della is also pretty rebellious as shown in the episode ‘Raiders Of The Doomsday Vault!’ where Della was fine with taking the Sunchaser to check out the Doomsday Vault without Scrooge’s permission. And Louie is pretty rebellious too as shown in the episode ‘The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!’ where Louie refused to take Scrooge’s advice about being self-reliant and instead wanted Goldie to teach him how to be conniving in order to make his way to his dream of having his own company called Louie Incorporated.

This could all just be a coincidence. After all, as stated in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, Scrooge gathered Della and Louie in particular because he wanted them to check his Money Bin’s defense system for any flaws since they were the 2 most cunning individuals he knew. But if it isn’t a coincidence, here’s what I think happened. As shown in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, Scrooge and Ms. Beakley were pretty much acting as the ringleaders of the 2 groups and they were preparing to fight FOWL. And, as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’, Scrooge and Ms. Beakley have fought FOWL before in the past. So, what I think happened is that Scrooge and Ms. Beakley decided to meet in private and had a long and intense discussion on how to handle FOWL. And during that discussion, Ms. Beakley was focusing more on the orthodox whereas Scrooge was focusing more on the unorthodox. And after a while of discussing and disagreeing on their next move, Scrooge and Ms. Beakley eventually decided that they should split up for now and gather particular members of their family to try to handle FOWL in their own ways.

Well, that’s all for this post.

See you all next time.

#disney #ducktales #ducktales (2017)#escape from the impossibin #bentina beakley #webby vanderquack #donald duck #huey duck #dewey duck #scrooge mcduck #della duck #louie duck #spoilers

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theelizamanelli · 7 months

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Time Heals All Wounds

Chapter Two: Pieces

Joel Miller x female reader; pre-raider

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Previously on:

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Summary: The washer breaks and Louise tells you the only person who knows how to fix it is Joel Miller. The one you've been trying not to think about since you couldn't get his lips out of your head. He agrees to fix it but not before putting you in a compromising position.

Warnings: mature content, no minors, age gap, cancer, death, hospice, swearing, alcoholism, aggression, fighting, sad stuff

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AN: Guess who’s back? Back again. Are you liking this? Tell a friend. No seriously, are you liking this? Be honest.

The action is coming but I live for the plot, can’t help it.

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Kicking the washer you swear under your breath. You had been trying to fix it all morning with the limited knowledge you acquired over years of living alone and youtube videos that proved less than useful.

Louise yawns and walks into the room, "What are you doing?"

"Washer is broke," You state while standing up with a groan.

"Ah, yeah, that happens sometimes. Mr. Miller knows how to fix it, just text him and see if he'll come over."

At just the sound of his name you feel the ache threaten to wake up.

Despite your better judgement, the weekend had been spent imagining his lips on the tip of the bottle and all of the places you would have rather they touched.

"You don't think he'll mind?" You ask, considering you have to leave for clinical in the next hour you reason that you don't have time to fix it on your own.

"He hasn't minded before," she walks back upstairs to get ready for school.

You lay down on your bed with your phone in your hands. Staring at the contact: Mr. Miller. You click on it and your recent messages pop up.

Could you watch Sarah on Friday

Of course, what time?

Six

I'll be there!

Sent five years ago.

Deliberating what to say, you roll onto your back with a sigh. Just ask him to work on the washer.

Hey, Mr. Miller

You start to type before scratching out Mr. Miller, he asked you to call him Joel.

Hey, Louise says that you have fixed the washer before when it has broken down. I've attempted on my own to no avail. Humbly requesting your services if available.

Sent.

You typed and re-typed that five times. You put your hands to your face and shake your head. Embarrassing.

Standing up quickly you start to pull on your scrubs and put your shoes on. Grab your badge and bag before heading downstairs to the door.

You feel your phone vibrate.

No problem. At your service.

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With a slam of the car door you lumber up to the house. Today had been exhausting, full of critical patients and not a single second to sit down to relax.

Throwing your bag on the bench next to the entry you walk into the laundry room.

The various bodily fluids that touched your scrubs today encourages you to undress here and then walk up to your bathroom. Dad should be laying down already and Louise has seen you naked more times than you can count.

You untie your shoes and remove your socks. Sliding off your top and bottoms you place them all in the bin.

You hear a knock at the door. You yell for Louise and hear her thunk down the stairs.

You reach for the clasp of your bra as footsteps approach you from behind.

"What do you want for dinner, Wheezer?" You ask as you turn only to be greeted with the familiar sight of Joel Miller.

Whipping around, your face floods with heat.

"Sorry, just here to fix the washer. As requested." There’s almost a bite of a laugh in his response.

You hear him promptly turn on his heel but no footsteps follow.

You rustle through the dirty laundry bin and pull out one of Dad's t-shirts to cover up. You shove your head through the hole and pull it down over your butt.

Your face is still burning when you say, "You can look now," doing your best to act nonchalant.

Like Joel didn't just see your body in it's natural form.

Like you didn't see his eyes linger on your chest and legs.

Like you didn't feel the warmth between your legs spread wishing for just a second he hadn't turned around.

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After showering, you change then make your way back downstairs to start dinner.

Louise is sitting down in the living room watching Bachelor in Paradise and working on her laptop.

You ruffle her hair as you walk by, "How was your day? Do anything fun?"

Opening up the fridge you pull out hamburger meat, sauce, and pasta. She talks about her day and how Megan - who you have labeled a designated “pick me girl” - made fun of how she does her makeup in front of the guy she likes.

"Well, it's because she's jealous of you, Wheezer. Girls are predictable and vindictive whereas boys are stupid and oblivious."

"I second that," Joel says as he walks into the dining room.

You see his eyes drift down to your clothes and he smirks before averting his gaze.

Your cheeks redden slightly as you finish dinner and serve it up to Louise.

You grab two bowls and walk to the laundry room to find Joel but he's not there. You wonder if he left without saying anything and notice a twinge of sadness at the thought.

The dirty laundry bin has been emptied into the washer and it's running with ease.

Bringing the bowls upstairs, you approach the door to your Dad's room to hear voices inside.

Joel is sitting in the recliner leaned back talking with your Dad about the recent Longhorns loss. For a second you see the shimmer of his old self but it's quickly washed away when he sees you.

"Hey, kid, Joel's here," he says with a lighthearted smile.

"I see that," You extend a bowl to your Dad and one to Joel before sitting down on the edge of the bed, careful to not block his view of the TV.

You listen to them talk for a while, occasionally interjecting with a joke or piece of nostalgia.

The normalcy of this interaction sits heavy on your heart. You wonder how many of these moments you have left.

Your Dad drifts off to sleep without warning, a side effect of his medications.

Joel sits quietly for a second before saying, "It was good of you to come home to take care of your sister and him."

You find yourself averting your gaze, careful to not make eye contact. Focusing your eyes on the TV, watching Judge Judy serve a sentence.

"Well, you know, you don't often get the opportunity to prepare for the end. To make memories or amends." You busy yourself with the comforter, tracing the pattern with your index finger.

"I don't want to regret not coming home and I especially don't want my sister to hate me for not being here and making her deal with it all alone."

The thought brings you back to the moment your world crashed around you. Your Mom in the hospital, your Dad broken down in the doorway as they called the time of death.

The Dad you knew died that day with her.

The one that taught you how to fish and ride a bike left you behind to deal with the one that would drink a bottle of Jack to forget his sorrows.

The one who would frequent bars enough that at fourteen you were on speed dial to come pick him up.

You would ride your bike and put it in the back of the truck. Drive home carefully with your Dad's head leaning against the dashboard. Help him through the door, try not to wake Louise from her slumber.

You remember the last time it happened before you left for good.

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Seventeen years old, you wake up from a dead sleep to a call from one of the bartenders that your Dad is passed out on the curb with a drink in his hand.

You decide to walk this time, not wanting to leave your car at the bar.

On that fateful day Mr. Miller saw you on the side of the road and pulled up next to you; offering a ride.

You almost refused because you didn't want him to see the reality of your life. To see the sad excuse that was your father.

You’d done a decent job at hiding it up until this point but you’re not naive; small towns talk.

He pulls up to the bar, watches you walk up to the curb and rifle the keys from the back pocket of your Dad's jeans; he barely stirs.

You turn the truck on and look behind you - he hasn't pulled away. He's staring at you and then at your Dad.

You sigh and hope that he doesn't make a scene this time. That he gets up to the car without a fight.

"Dad, it's time to go home," You say quietly, rustling his jacket. His eyes flutter slightly and he groans.

You try again, this time with a little more force.

A mistake.

"Leave me alone!" He yells and pushes you off him with a rough shove and you lose your balance.

You know you're going to hit the concrete so you brace yourself but the impact doesn't happen. Your back hits something solid and soft instead.

You can smell his cologne as Mr. Miller steadies you, feel the warmth of his body against yours.

In a second he's at your Dad, grabbing him by the jacket and forcing him up with brute strength.

"Mr. Miller, it's fine, I got him!" You yell and take a step forward.

He doesn't listen, he drags him to the truck and throws him into the passenger seat.

"What the f-" Your Dad groans as he hits the seat hard.

His face gets close and you can hear the threat in his voice.

"Go home! If you ever touch her like that again, I'll kill you." He slams the door.

He doesn't look at you as he gets back into his truck.

You brush yourself off and slide into the drivers seat. Putting the car in drive you make your way home. As you pull into the driveway you notice Mr. Miller's truck idling past.

Your Dad doesn't make a fuss getting into the house and as you close the front door you watch him drive on.

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The memory leaves you feeling empty, knowing that was who you left behind with Louise.

The guilt ate away at you every day but after that night you couldn't do it anymore. The bruises and hurt that lingered left you in pieces.

How much longer until you would no longer be able to put yourself back together?

Feeling Joel's eyes boring into you, you finally lift your gaze to his. There is a warmth in those brown irises that you haven't seen before. A look of admiration, almost.

"Plus you know you would miss my charm and quick wit if I weren't here," You say with a slight smile.

"You're a good girl," Joel drawls before getting up.

"Thanks for dinner," His hand glides down your shoulder as he walks out of the room.

The warmth at the spot he touches threatens to sizzle through your clothes.

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#Spotify #joel x reader #joel miller x female oc #Joel miller #joel miller x you #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 tags #fic writing #joel the last of us #joel miller x reader

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redstoneofaja · 8 months

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i have to tell you guys about the experience i had at one of our local comic shops today.

i decide to pay them a visit as they’re having a month-long sale: 33% off any back issues under $10 and 20% off back issues above that. you all must understand that this is not normally my first choice as we have several great comic shops in my moderately-sized midwestern US town, thank god. they constantly get new stock but somehow also have literally everything they’ve ever ordered from their distributors from the past twenty-five years. where do they put everything? i have no idea. they moved locations this year but as a child i went into their storage room at the old store once and it literally looked like the matte painting at the end of raiders of the lost ark.

i go to the back issue boxes and see they’ve replaced the normal long boxes with ones that function like drawers but are still made out of cardboard. like an idiot, i say, “wow that seems more convenient!” not realizing or noticing that they’re long boxes and therefore weigh between fifty and sixty pounds according to google dot com. (citation needed)

now i’ll be the first to admit i’m not a particularly strong person as i have an aversion to physical activity like any self-respecting nerd, but i am a couple of inches shy of 6’ and i have meat on my bones. and i tell you the sheer amount of strength it took to pull that long box out even four inches from its cardboard mausoleum was enough to make a grown man cry. i tugged at that fucking box with every ounce of strength in my body until i revealed MAYBE fifteen issues. the amount of friction happening between pieces of cardboard made it stick like glue.

obviously i decided i had had enough immediately. i couldn’t comprehend what i was experiencing. i tried pulling open the box beside it and couldn’t even get it to budge. literal herculean effort. let me emphasize my earlier remark about their decades-old stock and point out that none of the prices have changed so most of the books in these boxes are probably dollar bin books OR LESS to anyone with a brain but are not priced accordingly.

i did not buy anything

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tempestuous-lush · 1 year

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good boy || f!reader x joel

summary: Joel gets attacked by raiders and you are the one who is in Jackson to tend to his wounds.

warnings: a little bit of gore, but that's it. no smut.

misc: It was a strange experience to not write smut for once.

Joel’s face was twisted with anger, upset that his run in with a batch of raiders left his hand broken.

He held out his hand reluctantly.

Gentle as ever, you moved your hand so that his rested on top of your own. His eyes didn’t leave you as you looked over his fingers. Your free hand tenderly touched the flesh and he hissed at the pain before settling down again as you moved his hand carefully to rest on the table. He could feel the blood rising as he remembered the face of the asshole that did this to him. Yet, your voice immediately pulled him out of his rage, “What exactly happened? What did they use to so effectively shatter the bone?”

“They, uh”- Joel stammered as he remembered the recently inflicted wound -”asshole picked up a hammer while his friend held my arm down. Smashed it for a total of six times. Said it was…it was for each of his friends that I took out.”

Joel’s eyes cast to the ground.

It wasn’t often that he felt shame for his actions. But you? You were a special, unique person. You were always intent on helping people, mending them. He had always been scared of what you would do or how you would react if you knew the truth. He was a killer. And hell, it came easily at this point. He saw the brief pause you took at his words before you continued your business of trying to mend him.

But your pause had nothing to do with his words and everything to do with his injuries. Three of his fingers were shattered, along with part of his hand. You’d have to reset the bones and stitch two of the fingers back close. It would be incredibly painful. You looked around and sighed when you realized, he’d have to merely bear the brunt of it.At the very least though, you had alcohol. You poured him a hefty glass and merely instructed as you poured it on your hands next, “Drink it. All of it.”

Joel did exactly as you asked as you proceeded to open up one of the suture kits that had been raided from a hospital nearby, before you also poured alcohol over string. Next, you gingerly grabbed hold of his injured hand. That alone made him flinch and you smiled softly before suggesting, “Your belt, remove it with your good hand. Have something to bite into when it hurts, because it will.”

Joel let a soft stream of curses escape him as he awkwardly removed his belt with one hand before folding it and biting into it, a muffled comment escaping, “Ge’ o’ wi’ it.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words were soft falling from your lips right before you manipulated the first bone into place. The cracking of bone was covered by the sounds of his muffled scream. What pain he must have endured though, you thought, as he managed to stay relatively still. You guided his hand beneath the light to get better sight as you pressed a clean cloth to his wound to stem the bleeding before beginning to stitch the first finger. The process was slow but as you finished, Joel was slicked with sweat and shakily he asked, “Do we have to do the others now, doc?”

“I’m sorry, but yes. The longer it goes, the more likely you won’t be able to use this hand. You’ll simply have to endure, Joel. Now, where were we?”

Joel was disarmed by the smile along your features. Disarmed so that when you snapped the second finger back into alignment he didn’t realize till it was already done. A breath rushed from you, “Two down, one finger to go Miller. Then, your palm. But do not worry, this is the last of them that will have to be closed.”

“Fucking hell, doc.”

You knew what was coming next. You had seen it before. All that you did was push the waste bin towards him with your foot and release his hand so that he might move. Sure enough, seconds later he pulled the waste bin to his face as he doubled over and hurled his guts up. Once Joel was done he put the bin down and steeled his resolve while you looked quite unbothered. He poured another glass of the alcohol and downed it to rid his mouth of the taste before commenting, “What have you seen before, doc? You haven’t flinched once since you began.”

“The only thing that matters, Miller, is that I’ve seen enough to know how to fix your hand. Now, keep still or I’ll strap your wrist down.” To make a point he was traveling in dangerous waters, you slammed his hand down and he practically roared curses your way, “If that’s all then settle down.”

Joel bit his tongue and continued studying you as you stitched his finger back up. But your mind drifted elsewhere. Tending to your sister after she was attacked by a raider. Helping her along the way. Using the knowledge you gained working in the hospital of the QZ to help her along once you both realized she was pregnant. And…cutting the baby out through c-section in a desperate attempt to save them both. But there had been no hope. She had bled out before you could finish putting her back together. The way their throats felt as you enacted your revenge, slicing through their windpipes so they couldn’t scream for help before cutting their achilles so they might not follow you. The way when it was all done, you still felt empty inside. All that was left was a child with no mother, and you with nothing.

A hollow laugh escaped you as you thought to yourself what a pair the two of you made, even four years later. Maria had found you with Dinah and together the three of you formed a small family before this, Jackson, was even a thought. A smile ghosted your lips. You had thought of leaving Dinah there, but you couldn’t. The resentment you held fell way to love over time and she was as good as your daughter.

In a world where you had never considered one.

You finished your stitch and tied it off before cutting the string. You looked up at Joel before commenting, “Almost done then, aren’t we Miller? Think you’ll be sick again?”

Joel was still sweating, but his breath was even before he commented, “No, continue on.”

You set the next bone much easier before moving to the palm.

Your eyes looked up at him once more as you instructed, “Try your best to lay your palm flat as possible. It will be easier to find and guide the break, Joel.”

Joel grimaced despite his attempt to keep a stern face as he did as you asked.

There was a crack as you gently pulled and pushed on his hand, feeling the bone snap back into place quite easily, despite the yell of pain that escaped Joel and caused Tommy to come rushing inside. You were splashing your hands with alcohol again before wiping them on clean cloth when Tommy was acting as casual as possible after nearly breaking the door, “Sorry doc”- he looked at the floor -”I was worried you were-”

“I was, what?” You smiled like a cat that ate the canary before grabbing fresh bandage and a splint, “Inflicting pain while resetting three broken fingers and a broken metacarpal on your dearest older brother? How could I possibly do that, considering what needed to be fixed?”

Joel huffed and grunted out, “I’m fine Tommy. Leave us be.”

You had placed your provisions on the table before setting yourself to make a tea of calendula. Though, in the pot you decided to do two teaspoons to strengthen the ointment. After all, if it were meant to speed up the healing process, a little extra certainly might not hurt. You set the pot to boil before turning your thoughts back to Joel and in giving instructions, “No patrol until I say, Joel. And you’ll come here weekly for me to check. If there’s any sign of fever or new pain, you come see me right away, even if you wake me up in the middle of the night.”

“Alright, doc. If that’s all”-

“Sit your ass back down until I say you can go. I still have to dress your hand so you don’t fuck it up again. Sound good?”

“Well, you know me all too well. A woman that speaks her mind is a bit of a weakness of mine, doc.”

You opened your mouth to reply, when the tea kettle sounded. Deciding not to say anything in response you instead took the tea kettle and poured it over a strainer to catch the leaves. Walking over to Joel, you put the bowl on the table before soaking cloth in it. Pulling it from the hot liquid with tongs, you waited for it to cool off for a moment before laying the drenching fabric over the two fingers you stitched. You watched as Joel’s face relaxed once the heat set in, “The tea will stimulate to help quicken healing.”

After letting it sit for a bit, you peeled it back and swiftly wrapped his hand against the splint. Then you poured him another glass and nodded towards it, “Drink that and you can be on your way, Joel.”

Just then, Dinah came down the stairs, “Um, sorry, for interrupting. I jus- I just heard Mr. Miller down here and was hoping I could see if Ellie had any plans…for tomorrow.”

“Not that I know of, and she’d love it if you came by to spend some time. Maybe your aunt here could come with you, make sure I didn’t….what’d you say, doc? Fu”-

-”Finish that in front of her Joel, and you’ll wish I did just that.”

Joel shot back his drink before heading to the door, laughing in a huff as he called out, “See you and Dinah tomorrow, doc!”

And here you were, the next day. Dinah was the same age as Ellie, so it just worked out. They loved to spend time together. You also brought your med back. It was slung over your shoulder and pushed to the back. You knocked and instantly Ellie bolted out and ran off, grabbing Dinah’s hand as she did, barely acknowledging you with a quick hello and a laugh. That left you standing on the porch by yourself.

You heard the sound of heavy boots landing on the floor inside before Joel made it to the door, and he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.

You were in rare form. If he had to guess, Dinah convinced you to wear the flowery sundress. But it suited you. It did. You’d laugh and ignore the compliment if he said it to you. That much, Joel knew. After all, last year after they came to Jackson, and you had immediately caught his eye before he found out you were difficult to get to know. So he made his assumptions and put two and two together.

If you were to let him in though, he’d know the truth.

You were far more capable, and frightening, than anyone would ever know.

Joel swung the door open and leaned against the frame with his arms crossed, “Wanna come in?”

“Sure. Besides, I figured I could cook something for you and Ellie to have for the next few days. Not gonna be able to move around the kitchen much with an out of commission right hand. Which”-

-”Don’t worry, doc. I didn’t fuck it up.”

You elbowed playfully into his side as you pushed past him, jokingly calling out, “Good boy.”

Joel smirked a bit as he pushed off the door frame and followed behind you.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #no y/n #no smut #sort of fluff

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toxicanonymity · 8 months

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when was the first time reader hugged raider on her own and what was her reaction?

Wash Bin

1k, raider!Joel x f!reader / Raider Masterlist

mood board by @milla-frenchy

A/N: This question is kinda tricky because he's always had that twisted tenderness for you and you collapse into his arms on day one at the end of Failed Rescue. Thank you @milla-frenchy for questions and reading passages. SUMMARY: This is one scenario I can imagine . . . A glimpse at life in your early days at Joel's trailer. You get to wash your clothes for the first time. WARNINGS: I8+, angst / pitiful, brief dubcon piv, references to past noncon, toxic domesticity.

SET BETWEEN "STASH HOUSE'" AND "SHOOTING PRACTICE."

When Joel first took you home to his trailer, you were shaken up, quietly in shock. He comforted you again, just like he had right after he shot your boyfriend. “S’gonna be alright, sweet pea. I’ll make sure no one hurts ya.” Other than that, he didn’t talk much.

He didn’t quite know how to take care of you. He seemed to treat you like a stray kitten he had taken in without thinking. You were something precious he enjoyed having around but needed to learn to care for. He didn’t think to give you clothes right away. Your diet was practically entirely meat, which you didn’t care for – small game like rabbit and squirrel. He held you close at night, in a possessive way, but it still made you feel safe. He knew your name but didn’t tend to say it. He always called you sweet pea, and was never stern or angry in those early days before you escaped.

He didn't physically force himself on you. Even that first time, he had his way with a calmly delivered threat to hand you back to his men. Based on that first day – when he did it three times in a matter of hours– You assumed he was an insatiable sex machine. And he did become one, but not right away. After bringing you home with him, he didn't fuck you the next day, which led you to wonder if the prior day's actions had been fueled more by the situation than a need to have your body. As if seeing those men with you triggered an animal instinct – claim, fuck, take. And you became his.

Back at Joel’s trailer, he was mostly quiet. If he spoke, it was to insult his men, rage bubbling in his voice as he ranted about what they would have done to you. You were still in shock the first day or two. Then, sitting at the kitchen table, you finally started crying with reality setting in, and fear about what life would be like.

"C'mere," he said, placing a hand on your arm to pull you closer. He began to take off your pants and you let him. He didn't have to warn you. “Wanna go to bed or stay here?” After that, all he had to do was get hard, palm himself over his jeans or unzip them and you would lie there compliantly or get on your knees. Your body was on board before you were, and at some point your mind caught up. You stopped feeling guilty for your physical enjoyment.

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One day, you laid down for a nap on his bed and woke up when the mattress dipped under his weight. He lay on his side, propped up on his elbow with his head in his hand. He didn’t say anything to you, but he fiddled lazily with the hem of your shirt, looking at your body. He would undress and dress you like a doll. You were getting self conscious without any clean clothes. You took baths but put the same clothes right back on the next day. Joel didn’t seem to notice or mind and you were shy to ask for anything.

He wasn’t looking for you to do or say anything, and you weren’t sure you should, but while he was touching your clothes, you took the chance of asking, “Can I please wash them?” It was one of the first times you spoke without him first speaking to you.

He dropped the hem of your shirt and took a deep breath as his big hand came to your inner thigh and he caressed it, then squeezed. He looked at you for a few seconds, then nodded.

“You know how?” he asked.

You nodded. “I can do yours too. . .if you want.”

His brow furrowed in contemplation, then he nodded. His voice was deep. He talked so little that it felt special when he did. “Soap’s in the pantry.”

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He put his thumb in your waistband and unbuttoned your pants deep in concentration. You helped him take your pants down, then he put your hand on the hard bulge in his jeans and used it to massage himself, which made you get butterflies between your legs as you felt him harden. After a minute of that, he reached between your legs and sharply inhaled when he felt your slick. Your face got hot.

“You wanna bend over or lie on your tummy?”

“Lie down.”

“Good girl.”

You lay prone on the bed with your head on your hands as he unzipped his jeans and got between your legs. He put a hand on your ass and you tilted your hips for him. He notched his tip at your entrance, then planted one hand between your shoulder blades and another on the bed and pushed his cock into you. You whimpered as your body accommodated him. He didn’t allow much time to adjust. He fucked you wordlessly, grunting and sighing, his fingers digging into your flesh and seeming to span your entire back. His tip firmly nudged your g-spot repeatedly until you came with a whimper. After Joel came, he laid there for a minute, then got up, mumbling “i’ll get the stuff.”

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He got out the soap and washboard himself. A little later, he went outside with you to the faucet where there was a metal wash bin, so he could show you the stuff. There was a fallen clothesline hanging from a tree near the trailer.

“whenever ya want,” he said.

Back inside, Joel gathered his dirty clothes. You started taking yours off and shyly asked if you could wear something while you washed them. He didn’t say anything, just looked you over, then looked through his clothes. He let you wear a pair of boxers and t-shirt, either his or from a raid.

While you washed the clothes in the boxers and t-shirt, Joel fixed the clothesline. Then he came over and watched you scrubbing the clothes, hands on his hips. “Good girl.” This activity took your mind off things, and the the fact that he fixed the clothesline for you overwhelmed you with gratitude.

You stood up and hugged him around his side. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He seemed surprised, but after a second he patted you on the head and wrapped an arm around you. "see, you'll be alright, sweet pea." Then a few seconds later, he said “goin’ inside.” As he backed away, he said “lemme know if ya need somethin’.”

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Thank you for reading. Now flash back to the future. . . go read his more recent ones to remember how far he's come lol.

Raider's affection / possible feelings

Raider: Close (Jul 3, 2.7k) - Joel gets home late injured, and men approach the trailer with bad intentions. 🖤

✨Raider: Gun Hug (Jul 31, 3.7k) - You and Joel take out two bad eggs in the stash house

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