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Joel Miller X Male Reader

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Authors Note: I caved in….anyways, here is a Joel miller shot that takes place before the apocalypse, more of a Modern AU type and less of clickers and death. Prepare yourselves because this one is a sad one. Also, I officially have a schedule for shots every Monday and Friday so be prepared to have another shot tomorrow! You can find Joel miller Masterlist under the Javier Peña/agent whiskey tab.

Summary: Sarah takes notice of her dads changed behavior along with finding a strange picture at her neighbors house that’ll explain everything as to why her dads actions had changed.

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, mentions of family, pre-apocalypse, break-ups, fear of rejection, slight mentions of homophobia, takes place in 2003, doubts, guilt, Joel is trying, acceptance.

Word count: 3.1k

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Sarah knew that something was wrong when she arrived home after school. The first thing that she noticed was that the house was clean. She always did the cleaning after coming back home since her dad was rarely home and always working and used the extra time to organize the place. The next thing she noticed was the clean kitchen, not only was it clean but there was a meal ready too, showing that the meal had been eaten and some leftovers were left.

She can’t help but raise a brow in questioning, taking in everything before heading upstairs to her room and leaving her back pack by her desk and stepping back out into the hallway where she finds her dad exiting the bathroom. He was looks up startled at his daughters presence and softly sighs in relief. “Scared the hell out of me.” He huffs out before tussling her hair as he passed by her and asks. “How was school?”

Sarah follows him downstairs. “It was fine—boring like always.” She’s quick to add, jumping down the last step and giving the kitchen another glance. “You cooked and cleaned today.” She points out, getting her dads attention as his eyes roam around the room before clearing his throat. “Yeah, finished work early today and took the time to make some dinner.” His response is quick, walking over to the living room and looking out the window, giving him a nice view of the neighborhood.

His daughter stands behind him, still suspicious by his strange actions. She shakes it off and sighs to herself, ignoring the weird feeling she was getting and joining her dad on the couch as they search for a movie to watch and to keep themselves distracted. She told herself not to worry to much about the strange feeling only for it to return again after two days. Except it’s the weekend and she’s returning from her friends house, stepping inside her house only to see her dad wearing some decent clothes. He’s usually wearing plain shirts and his work pants throughout the day either too lazy to change or perhaps it was his style.

Seeing him dressed differently raised questions. “Going somewhere?” Sarah asks, getting her fathers attention who looks over his shoulder and gives her a soft smile. “Just gonna head out with some folks.”

“Dressed like that?”

Joel frowns, looking down at his own outfit and then back at his daughter. “What? Is it that bad?” He asks while she eyes him up and down, shaking her head. “No—just new…have fun though.” She encouraged with a smile on her face while Joel chuckled. “Your uncle Tommy is coming by to babysit you tonight, I’ll be back at nine.” He promises, kissing her on the forehead and rushing out the door with keys in hand. “Don’t open the door unless—“

“It’s uncle Tommy, I know.” Sarah finished and waved him off. “Go.” She added while Joel gives her another smile and leaves her alone until her uncle arrived. Sarah had spent the night in her room while her uncle lied in the living room couch watching Tv. She taps her fingers against her book and began to think about her fathers strange actions.

It wasn’t until the next day that Joel tells Sarah that he and Tommy would be working late and wouldn’t be home. He had advised her to stay at their neighbors house until he returned so that she wouldn’t be alone. The millers had grown to like their friendly neighbor. He was three years younger than Joel, living by himself and he worked in architect. Y/n always welcomed Sarah into his home on days that Joel would be working late, he’d make her some dinner and also bake her some cookies.

Sarah liked her neighbor and knew that he could probably help her with her situation. It wasn’t until after school that she’s inside Y/n’s house, sitting on dining table and finishing up her homework while Y/n sat across from her, his own work spread out on the table as he worked on the new blueprints for his project.

“Can I ask you something?” Sarah finally speaks up. Setting her pencil down and watched as Y/n hums in response, focused on his measurements and drawing out a few lines.

“I think my dads seeing someone.”

Y/n’s pencil snaps, startling the two as he chuckled nervously. “Oops, must’ve gone a little hard on that one.” He laughs softly and sets the pencil aside before clearing his throat. “What makes you think that?” He finally asks.

“I don’t know—he’s just…” Sarah groans. “He’s doing things that he normally doesn’t do and it’s freaking me out.” She whines out.

“Like…?” Y/n raises a brow, urging her to continue.

“He usually doesn’t clean the house, I do that whenever I can. He had a cooked meal ready and he’s going out with friends—which I know he doesn’t really like to socialize and he’s starting to come home early. He’s always late.” Sarah grumbled, crossing her arms on the table and placing her head on top.

Y/n watched the young child sulk as he sighs to himself, moving his work to the side as he sits up straight. “People react in strange ways when they start going out with someone new. These things that he’s doing are examples of change; perhaps this person is making him react differently. I mean, like you said, he’s cooking meals which is something he rarely does along with cleaning and socializing and coming home early. I mean—“ he chuckled. “What if he isn’t seeing someone and just wants to change the way he does thing? A clean home along with a nice meal for his daughter, trying to know new people and extend his friendships, wanting to come back home early to be with his family.” He points out.

Sarah listens to his words and gives a few nods. Understanding why her dad would make changes and perhaps did take notice of current things that needed to change in order to improve his life a little. She kept thinking about her dad that the silence between her and Y/n is cut when Y/n silently asks.

“How would you feel about your dad dating someone?” His eyes focus on his work again, taking his pencil and sharpening it while focusing on the lines. He waits for her response which takes a few seconds for her to speak up. “I don’t know…I’d want him to meet a nice girl who’d make him happy. Someone that I could also get along with too and maybe have a mom again.” She giggled a little at the idea of having a family again. She was focused on the idea of her dad being happy again that she doesn’t notice the sad smile on Y/n’s face.

“That’s—that would be nice for you and Joel.” He said.

The rest of the day is spent with the two finishing up their own work and baking some cookies that Sarah later packs up to take back home. Once the sunset and the neighborhood grew quiet was when Joel finally returned back home from work, knocking on his door to pick up Sarah.

Y/n unlocks his door and gives Joel a smile. “She’s getting her things.” He let’s Joel know and offers him to wait inside while Sarah shoved her things inside her backpack. “Hey dad!” She calls out, zipping up her bag and holding up a ziplock stuffed with cookies. “Y/n made chocolate chip cookies, saved you a few.”

Joel chuckles at Sarah, pulling her close into a hug and kissing her head. “They look delicious.” He snatched the bag from her hands, causing the twelve her old to pout. “Hey!” She tries to take them back from home but he holds the bag away from her reach as she groans, gripping his forearm and trying to pull him down but Joel didn’t pudge.

Y/n laughs at the sight and shakes his head. “Alright, that’s enough you two.” He easily takes the cookies from Joel’s hand and hands them back to Sarah, earning a glare from Joel which he ignores. “Here.” He hands her the ziplock bag and clears his throat. “Uh, Sarah why don’t you head back home? I need to speak to your dad real quick.”

Sarah gives her dad a glance who nods. “Go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.” She gives him a nod and bids Y/n a goodnight before leaving the house. The two adults standing alone in the living room.

“I spoke to Sarah.”

Joel looks up. “About us?” He swallows nervously.

Y/n shakes his head. “No, not really.” He sighs out. “She was worried about you and thought that you’d been going out with someone. I asked her on what her opinion was on you dating.” His back is against the wall, leaning against it.

“What did she say?” Joel takes a small step forward.

“She said that she wanted you to find someone that made you happy along with starting a family again.”

Joel smiles. He didn’t know how Sarah would feel about him dating again after years of being on his own. His daughters happiness always came first and he didn’t want to mess things up. “That’s—“ He looks over at him only to see a hint of sadness in his eyes, causing his own smile to falter.

“Joel, she wants a Mother.”

Joel quickly understand what he was saying. The two had been dating for six months, keeping their relationship a low profile and not letting anyone know. Joel knew how people frowned upon couples who were the same sex, he wasn’t afraid of letting the public know but he was afraid of his own daughters thoughts and what she would say and think about him. He didn’t know if she’d accept the relationship or if she’ll feel comfortable around them. He didn’t know if their bond will be the same if someone else came into their life.

“Your daughter comes first and you know I can’t give her what she wants.” Y/n whispered, pushing himself off the wall and approaching Joel. He watched him carefully as the older man shakes his head, already knowing where this conversation was leading too. “We could tell her.” Joel blurts out.

“I don’t know, Joel.” Y/n sighs, looking down. “I don’t want to be the one who ruins a family. We both already knew how this would end if things didn’t go the way we wanted.” His tone is soft but full of pain. “Joel—“

“Please, don’t say it.” Joel is shaking his head, stepping forward and pulling him close. “We can’t end things like this not after I finally found someone to love again. I won’t just throw everything away and pretend like what we head meant nothing.”

Y/n didn’t want this either but had no choice. He blamed himself for falling in love with a man, less alone with a child he cared deeply about. He too cared for Sarah and sometimes saw her as his own daughter whenever they spent time together but after what she said he couldn’t bare to be the one to change her life. Joel’s daughter came first and knew that wouldn’t change.

He gentle nudged Joel, taking a step back and looking up to him. “We both know what happens after this.” He whispered, giving him a sad smile, holding back tears. “Goodbye, Joel.”

Joel stands frozen, looking into Y/n’s eyes as the other looks away, hiding the pain that lord behind his eyes. Joel wanted to reach out and hold him close in his arms and tell him that he loves him but knew that wouldn’t change things. Instead he gives him one last look and leaves the house, closing the door behind him quietly and making his way back to his own house where Sarah waits sitting in the living room, watching Tv and eating her cookies.

When Joel returned she looked over to him and frowns. “Dad, are you okay?” She stands from her spot and approached him.

“Yeah I’m alright, baby girl.” His response is faint.

“Then why are you crying?”

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It’s been two weeks since their last conversation. Sarah still stayed at Y/n’s place after school and was picked up by Joel each time he came back home. The first few days of seeing each other again they fake their smiles and feelings from each other. Ignoring the headache that the two have and forcing themselves to continue on. Joel stopped picking up Sarah after the fourth day.

Every night, Y/n would hear the familiar truck engine arrive next door. Signaling Joel’s return from work and letting Y/n know that Sarah is to get back home. He’d help her pack up and would stand outside watching her leave his place and entering safely into her own house. There were only a few times that he caught glimpses of Joel leaving his house early in the morning, getting ready for work. He tried his best to avoid any interactions with Joel, rushing inside his own house whenever he saw the familiar truck approaching. As childish as it sounded he couldn’t face joel.

During the second week he was helping Sarah with a school project, making a board and helping her with gluing different printed out imagines while she did the writing. When Y/n hears the engine he glanced up at the clock, taking notice that Joel always came back home at eight thirty. He sighs to himself and sits up from his spot on the floor. “Alright, kiddo. Time to go home.”

“Awe, we were almost done.”

Y/n chuckled, gathering up her things and placing them inside her folder. “You can finish back at your place, you just have to glue these last few pictures and you’ll be done.” He hands her the folder which contained all of her homework. “Fine.” Sarah puts her things away and smiles widely. “Can I borrow your Walkman while I do homework?”

“You do know that no one uses those anymore?”

“I know but you have good music.”

Y/n rolls his eyes and nods. “Fine, why don’t you go get it in my room while I finish cleaning. It should be on the nightstand next to my bed or in the drawer.” He calls out to her as she rushed upstairs to his bedroom where he kept his Walkman.

Sarah stalks inside the room, still not used to entering places that didn’t belong to her. She approached the nightstand and pulls the drawer open to find the Walkman with no headset. She sets it on his bed and digs around his drawer until she finds the headphones, smiling in triumph as she held them in her hands. She goes back to close the drawer only to take notice of a picture of her dad sticking out from underneath a book.

Her curiosity gets the best of her and slides the photo out. Holding it between her fingers as she looks at the picture to see her dad giving the camera a smile while Y/n stared at her father, recognizing his expression. She quickly tucks the photo away and collects her things while rushing downstairs.

“Did you find it?” Y/n asks, startling Sarah a little while she nods. “Yeah, I found it.” She shows him the Walkman and gets her bag and poster. “Let me walk you out—“

“I’m fine! I gotta finish this quick, goodnight!” She rambled out while slamming the door behind her, leaving a stunned Y/n while she ran back home.

“You alright?” Joel suddenly asks upon seeing his daughter running inside the house frantically, rushing to her room and putting her things away while walking back downstairs to find her dad with raised brows. “You okay?” He asks again, worried about his own daughter.

“I think so.” She opens and closes her mouth. Hesitate to speak as she glanced at her dad who focused on making himself a sandwich. His old habits had come back after two weeks. He was back to his old self which didn’t surprise Sarah. “I asked Y/n if I could borrow his Walkman so, that I could listen to some music while finishing my homework.” She began to say. “I was in his room and found a picture…it was you and him together.”

Joel grows tense, his appetite gone as he pushed the finished sandwich to the side and cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

Sarah nervously approached her dad. “I didn’t think much about it until I saw Y/n’s expression and the way he looked at you. It’s the same look that you used to give mom whenever she smiled or when she’d do something that you liked.” She picked at her nails, looking at her dad every once an awhile. “Did something happen between you two?” Her voice is small.

Joel takes notice and leans against the counter. He didn’t think that she’d find out about them, instead he thought that he’d continue on with life and pretend like his relationship with Y/n meant nothing and that the two never did anything. Now, here he stood in front of his daughter who’s asking about their relationship. He felt guilty from hiding his relationship from his own daughter but had his reasons as to why he was hiding it, afraid of losing his own daughter and ruining the loving bond that he had with her.

“Dad.”

Joel is pulled out of his thoughts, putting his attention on his daughter. “No.”

Sarah frowns at her own dad.

“Then why are you crying?”

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Our Flickering Light

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

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"You ever been this far from home?"

"Ellie."

"What? I'm just asking!"

There was something humorous in the way Ellie and Joel treated each other. The exasperation that weighed heavy on Joel's face whenever she so much as opened her mouth and the smugness that twinkled in her eyes when she saw Joel roll his eyes or purse his lips in annoyance. (Y/N) couldn't blame him much. The moment Lincoln had disappeared out of view, Ellie had leaned forward and shoved herself between the two seats, firing off question after question. For a girl with the fate of the world resting solely on her shoulders, she sure had a lot of energy and excitement. (Y/N) wondered if he'd been like her back then. Full of curiosity and awe.

"It's fine, Joel." (Y/N) dismissed with a soft chuckle and a wave of his hand. Joel glanced at him, furrowed brows full of uncertainty and even a hint of a warning of what was to come if he gave Ellie the green light to ask questions. (Y/N) smiled at the older man and Joel looked back at the road, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror. He gave a small nod and Ellie beamed, once again wedging herself between the seats and making Joel click his tongue in disapproval.

"So, have you?" Ellie asked, her dark brown eyes wide and full of barely contained curiosity.

"I wasn't born in Lincoln, Ellie." (Y/N) chuckled at the quiet 'oh' that fell from her lips and her cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment, one finger lifting to sheepishly scratch the side of her head. "My mom and I were originally from Frederick, Maryland. We were able to get to the Baltimore QZ before it began turning people away. It's how we met Frank. We stayed there for a good... Jesus, I don't know, four or five years?"

"Why'd you leave?" Ellie blinked and cocked her head to the side, loose strands of her hair swaying over her pale skin. (Y/N) noticed Joel glance over Ellie's head, just as curious as the girl he'd previously scolded. (Y/N) exhaled through his nose and gazed back out to the long road ahead.

"It fell. None of us really knew why, but Frank said the day before it happened there'd been rumors about a breach in one of the walls that FEDRA couldn't be bothered to fix. The next day the QZ was in utter chaos. People were either panicking, stealing, getting trampled, or getting shot down by soldiers. Frank and his neighbor, Kelly, got us and we fled the QZ with a few other survivors." (Y/N) explained solemnly, the screams of citizens attempting to find safety still ringing as clear as day in his ears. "We traveled a week by foot trying to get to Boston since THE Philadelphia QZ only lasted two years and they were never able to clear any part of New York City to get one set up. We were a group of ten but by the time we got to Lincoln, it was only Frank, my mom, and me."

"Wait, so, you could've been in Boston with us? And you were born before the outbreak? But you look so young!" Ellie gaped at him and Joel snorted quietly, the muscles on his face straining to keep him from smiling at her words.

"I'm only twenty-nine, Ellie." (Y/N) laughed and her eyes widened further. "I was nine when the outbreak happened."

(Y/N) watched the teen boys bounce the basketball around in the road, their laughter echoing down the street and mixing in with the distant sound of honking. His mother stood by the dining room table with her phone in hand and pressed against her ear, reciting the address to the pizza place staff member. Her other hand ran circles around the barely there bump and her attention jumped between answering questions and looking at the clock.

"Can I go outside?" (Y/N) asked into his folded arms, his legs beginning to ache from standing at the window for so long. The basketball slammed into the board and bounced off the rim of the basket. A chorus of groans and laughter followed. "I'll stay in the driveway."

"It's dark out, sweets. Those boys will be heading to bed soon, anyway." Rose said as she set her phone on the dining table and approached him, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder. She smiled warmly down at him. "I'm sure if you ask Jonah tomorrow, he'll teach you how to play, alright?"

"Okay." (Y/N) sighed. "When is Brent-"

There was a sudden, distant explosion outside, close and loud enough to make the windows in the house shake and set off car alarms throughout the neighborhood. The neighborhood boys outside shouted and screamed in surprise, their long game of basketball abruptly forgotten in favor of turning around to watch a firey cloud rise into the air. Rose instinctively brought (Y/N) closer to her and grabbed the curtain to tug it further from the window.

"Oh, my god," She whispered and took his hand, clutching it tightly as they left the kitchen and opened the front door, stepping out onto their porch. (Y/N) could hear the porch swing still creaking from the force of the explosion and he leaned into the skirt of his mother's dress, peeking out from behind her legs. "Jonah, Tyler, you boys okay?! The rest of you need to get home right now!"

"Was that the gas station?" Jonah asked, holding his basketball tight to his chest as the rest of his friends scrambled to collect their things and call home. Tyler wasted no time in running across the street to his house and quickly heading inside the small house while his aunt's car blared in the driveway.

"You boys get to your parents, now!" A new, deeper voice boomed from next door and (Y/N) peered around his mother to look at their next-door neighbor, an intimidating veteran whom Brent enjoyed calling a 'hermit'. (Y/N) hardly ever heard him speak seeing as the man, Steven, spent most of his time out hunting or locked away in his run-down, unkept house. Steven turned to them, his white tank top soaked in sweat, and he hurried down his creaky porch steps to approach them.

"Steven, what's going on?"

"Rose, sweetheart, get your boy and pack some things, alright? There was a national alert on the radio-" Another explosion, one closer to the city.

(Y/N)'s body began to tremble and he clung tighter on his mother. Rose spun on her heel and hauled (Y/N) up into her arms, everything in his sight becoming a dark blur of their familiar living room and hallway. She set him down in front of his bedroom door and hurried inside, her swift hands snatching his school backpack from the floor and turning it upside down so everything inside clattered to the floor. She grabbed fistfuls of clothes from shirts, pants, and underwear before stuffing the free pockets of small books and toys.

"Here, baby, here." Rose returned to him and he stuck his arms through the gaps, feeling the straps weighing heavily down on his shoulders. (Y/N) watched her head down to hers and Brent's shared bedroom and heard her rummage through things as she'd done in his bedroom. Tears pricked the back of his eyes and he quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his pajamas. He faced his bedroom again and approached his toy box, lifting the top open and sorting through his toys until he found Mr. Flops, his old favorite stuffed bunny that he'd hidden away after hearing some boys make fun of Gracie in class for still having a teddy bear.

"(Y/N), sweets, come on." His mother stood in the doorway with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She extended her hand out toward him and smiled encouragingly, wiggling her fingers until he took her hand again. Rose moved down the hallway again and reached the front door before stopping to scribble something down on the notepad she kept by the key holder. (Y/N) tightened his grip on her palm when they stepped outside and spotted Steven hauling some things into the back of his truck.

"Hurry, Rose!" He called and (Y/N)'s eyes widened at the sight of the shotgun strapped to his shoulder. Rose sighed quietly, locking the front door and gliding down the steps with her son in tow. She took the two bags and squeezed them into the small backseat, ensuring they'd remain still and not squish (Y/N) at any rapid turn during the ride.

"Where are we going?" He asked tentatively and peered up at his mother.

"I-"

"Shit," Steven hissed, and (Y/N) turned around to see Tyler rushing out of his house only to trip on the last step and fall into the grass by the driveway. His aunt staggered out of the house after him, her body movements jerky and weird, both limp and stiff. Tyler scrambled on the grass that had been wet by the sprinklers only minutes before the first explosion, the slippery grass preventing him from getting back on his feet. "Get in the truck, now."

"It's just Becca, Steven," Rose said breathlessly, her hands reaching out toward her son to pull him close.

"No, sweetheart," Steven sighed and lifted the shotgun, pointing it directly in Mrs. Gorman's direction. His finger slipped over the trigger. "That's not her anymore."

"What happened to Steven?" Ellie asked gently, her head fully propped up on her fist as she stared at him, completely engrossed by the story. A grimace had appeared on Joel's face toward the end, an all too knowing look passing over his dark eyes. The panic, confusion, the way the world turned upside down in a matter of hours... it was something the new generation of children like Ellie never got to experience. Instead of knowing the joy of running around freely, of visiting different cities and states. All they knew was the fear and death that followed.

"I don't know," (Y/N) admitted softly. "But knowing him... he's probably still around trying to help people."

"I bet he and Joel would've been buds," Ellie said, slumping back in her seat and wiggling closer to the window, propping one arm along it and staring out at the passing scenery. (Y/N) exhaled in amusement and glanced at Joel when the older man rolled his eyes, still as silent as always. What a pair they made. A young chatterbox and an older man who could spend days without speaking. But it was part of his charm, in a way. Silent but always observing, always watching over everyone.

"Looks like a gas station up ahead," Joel murmured gruffly, pointing out the tall sign in the distance. (Y/N) could see abandoned cars scattered around, many of them long overtaken by nature. The station itself appeared in similar conditions, worn down and overgrown. No sign of infected around. "We'll pull over for a little while and get some gas. Use the bathroom if you have to. We ain't stoppin' until we need to again, alright?"

"Yep." Ellie sighed, reaching for her backpack and slipping her arms through the straps.

Slowly pulling over and stopping the truck, the three hopped out of the truck and surveyed their surroundings. Joel cautiously stepped forward, fingers tightly wrapped around his pistol and his head on a swivel, turning sharply whenever he heard the faintest sounds. (Y/N) shifted around the strap of his sniper rifle and walked toward the gas station, hearing the soft patter of Ellie following after him. He pushed the dirty glass door open and peeked inside, waiting for movement or noise before stepping inside fully and looking around the store. It appeared largely empty and scarce, anything still up on the shelves or fallen on the ground either rotten or useless.

(Y/N) headed further into the store and purposefully kicked a can, listening to it rattle against the tile floor and fall into silence once it hit the wall. Nothing. No sound of any animals scurrying to hide, no infected crawling out from the darkness. For safe measure, he checked each room, only finding a long-decayed corpse in the storage closet and a caved-in bathroom. With no urge to release his bladder, he turned toward Ellie and smiled. "Seems safe enough. If you need to go, go ahead. Holler if you need or see anything, 'kay?"

"Gotcha." Ellie nodded and returned the smile, sliding the backpack off her shoulders and walking further into the bathroom. She set her backpack on the sink and glanced at him as he turned to leave. "Good luck with Joel." She told him with a playful grin and unzipped her backpack.

Chuckling, (Y/N) nodded and headed back into the store, checking behind the register for anything they'd need before leaving the store completely and heading toward Joel who'd taken it upon himself to siphon gas from the old cars. (Y/N) adjusted the rifle's strap again so it hung at his side instead of his chest and squinted through the glaring sun to watch Joel work. "Ellie's using the bathroom." He informed him, hearing a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"(Y/N)..." Joel began with a heavy sigh, pushing himself off his knee and picking up the gas canister from the ground. His lips pressed together, his tilted toward the ground as his brows furrowed once more. "I'm... I'm real sorry about your folks. They were good people."

"And so was Tess." (Y/N) added softly and Joel's features hardened into a grimace, his head turning away from him and his chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh. He made no move to respond or even acknowledge her but (Y/N) could see the pain etched all over his face. He could see the sorrow and pain Joel fought desperately to swallow down and ignore until it faded. "She had a good heart."

"Yeah." Joel forced out and inhaled sharply, his grip on the canister tightening. (Y/N) stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Joel's shoulder, feeling the man tense at his touch and become rigidly motionless. He could only feel Joel's chest moving with each quiet breath until, after a minute of nothing, his arm moved, sliding around (Y/N)'s body loosely at first before tightening with every emotion Joel had long buried under his hardened exterior. His forearm pushed against (Y/N)'s back, pressing them tightly together as Joel buried his face into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. In a soft, muffled yet pained voice, he spoke, "I miss her."

"Frank used to say that you honor people by living for them... by living because of them. Who else will keep their memory alive is not us, Joel?" (Y/N) told him gently, rubbing his fingertips into Joel's shoulders.

"You are..." Joel interrupted himself with a soft chuckle as he leaned back, "Far too young to be sounding so old."

"I can't help it." (Y/N) smiled, dropping his arms from Joel's shoulders and crossing them over his chest. "You should've seen the books Bill and Frank had me reading."

"Yeah, I bet half of it was some crazy conspiracy shit." Joel snorted, his shoulders lightly shaking and a rare genuine smile spreading across his face. He had a breathy sort of withheld laugh, one that made him wonder how it'd sound when he found something especially funny, and the type of smile that made wrinkles form around his eyes.

"You have a pretty smile, Joel. You should do it more often." (Y/N) complimented, running his hand over Joel's bicep affectionately before dropping his hand to his side and turning around. He approached the next car down the line, dipping his arm in through the window of the car and popping open the flap. He wiped his hand clean of dust and dirt with his pant leg before unscrewing the cap for Joel. He stepped aside, finally taking note of the still man. "Joel?"

Joel blinked, gaze darting over to him and flickering toward the flap. "Right. Thanks." He cleared his throat, long legs moving toward the car. He kneeled down beside it, glancing up briefly when Ellie stepped out of the store and began walking toward them. She stood beside (Y/N) and looked down at Joel, watching him begin the siphoning process.

"We have to do this every hour?" Ellie questioned, one brow arching questioningly. It was easy to forget she hadn't been alive when cars were driven freely down the street instead of armored vehicles or tanks. She hadn't even known how to put a seatbelt on.

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

"So where'd you go?"

"Pretty much nowhere," Joel inhaled deeply, releasing that air into the tube. A few seconds later, gasoline poured into the other tube and down into the canister. Ellie blinked and perked up, that familiar curious twinkle appearing in her eyes again as she leaned her head forward to get a closer look.

"How does that work?" She asked, taking another step closer.

"It's a siphon," Joel answered, looking up at her and being met with a blank stare. "It's when... liquid travels against gravity... because pressure-"

"You don't know," Ellie stated simply and giggled when Joel shot her a look. Sticking her hands in her pockets and spinning around to face (Y/N), she tilted her head. "Do you know, (Y/N)?"

The man in question blew a raspberry and shrugged. "Uh... Billy taught me how to do it once a long time ago. Something about gravity, pressure, and elevation. I was like fifteen. I didn't really get much of it but I think Joel was on the right track, actually."

"Exactly." Joel raised his brows at Ellie, almost sassily in fact, and turned his attention back to the tubes. Without having to look up at Ellie to see her expression, he spoke again. "No wondering."

Ellie clicked her tongue and tilted her head up toward the sky, lips pursing defiantly but her feet remained planted on the ground. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile, his eyes catching the wicked grin that sprung out on Ellie's face. She lowered her head and slipped her backpack off, placing her backpack on the hood of the next car with a soft thump. "This is your fault, then." Ellie laughed mischievously and tugged a book free from her backpack.

"Uh-oh." (Y/N) laughed, and then laughed again when Joel's face fell into disbelief and misery. Ellie proudly held No Pun Intended: Volume Too in her hands and loudly cleared her throat as she tossed the pages open. (Y/N) dug his teeth into his bottom lip, a few giggles escaping him as he awaited to hear stupidly cheesy puns and watch Joel's misery intensify.

"'It doesn't matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.' " (Y/N) snorted at Joel's silence. "No Pun Intended: Volume Too by Will Livington. Volume too, you get it? Too? Like, t-o-o?"

"Jesus." Joel exhaled heavily, staggering up onto his feet as giggles left Ellie.

"'What did the mermaid wear to her math class?'" Ellie looked up from the book at Joel, a slow grin spreading across her face. "'An algae bra!' Get it? Like algebra?"

It took another horrible pun and a burst of giggles for Joel to tell Ellie to wait in the truck while he finished getting gas. The satisfied look on her face and the mischievous smirk spoke volumes as she headed for the truck with a skip to her step. After a few more minutes, the canister was full with gas and the two men returned to the car. (Y/N) climbed back into the passenger seat, setting his rifle between his legs alongside his backpack, while Joel filled the gas tank and set the canister in the back. The truck rumbled to life and Joel drove them back out onto the road where lines of cars had been forced out onto the edges of the road.

"Must've been some truck," Ellie said, propped up on her knees to watch the cars they passed by.

"Yeah, they used to stick big-ass plows on 'em and clear the roads for their tanks and such," Joel explained grimly, glancing at the cars until the lines ended.

(Y/N) stared out into the vast emptiness around them, a stark difference from the forests he'd grown up around. He felt Ellie fiddling around in the backseat, searching around until she pulled out a cassette tape and had Joel insert it, an old country song pouring out from the speakers that (Y/N) vaguely recognized. Ellie continued her search and (Y/N) noticed her dip suddenly behind his seat, the sound of papers crinkling filling his ears.

"Got somethin' else. It's, uh, light on the reading, but it has some interesting pictures-"

"No, no, no. Put that back." Joel demanded and (Y/N) shifted in his seat, immediately spotting the athletically built shirtless model on the cover. His face immediately heated up and he turned back around, covering his mouth to stifle the embarrassed laughter that left him. "Ellie- Ellie, that is not for kids."

"Oh, my god. I didn't need to see that." (Y/N) whispered. "Throw that away, Ellie. It- It's not for your eyes-"

"Hold your horses! I wanna see what all the fuss is about!" Ellie laughed, continuing to flip through the pages. "Why are all these pages stuck together?"

"Ellie."

"I'm just fuckin' with ya." Ellie giggled, smacking Joel's shoulder with the magazine before lowering the window and tossing it out into the wind. She slumped back in her seat and rolled the window back up, more laughter escaping her lips until the sights they passed captured her attention.

They continued driving down the countryside, passing by a multitude of things. From a bison herd to an old overgrown rollercoaster, they drove until the countryside faded into lush forests and roads slowly overgrown with foliage that led to formerly populated areas. They stopped for gas one more time, listening to a few more puns from Ellie that had Joel contemplating his life and (Y/N) cracking up before hitting the road again. (Y/N) enjoyed looking out the window and imagining what the towns must've looked like before nature retook what was once hers. Of course, from time to time they'd pass old machinery where the army had attempted to fight back, whether against the infected or people, (Y/N) couldn't be sure but an uneasiness filled him whenever he spotted a tank or armored truck.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Joel murmured, turning the truck onto a grassy field and into a thick forest with tall trees where they'd be hidden away from anyone passing by. He parked the truck once satisfied with the spot and got out, collecting the small stove and setting it down on the ground while Ellie explored their camping spot for the night.

Stirring around the contents from a Chef Boyardee can, (Y/N) poured even servings into three plates and sat back against a mossy rock to eat. For an expired can of ravioli, it surprisingly still tasted good, though his thoughts drifted back to Bill's cooking. He pushed around the ravioli with his fork, idly listening to Ellie and Joel chat about their meal and plans. He couldn't help but think about them, about their last days spent together, about the short and sweet wedding. The urge to eat numbed quickly.

"Here, Ellie." (Y/N) murmured, scraping the remainder of his meal onto her plate and wiping his plate clean to use another time. (Y/N) stood up from the rock and tucked the plate and utensils away. He could feel Joel's stare burning a hole into his back and gave the man a smile to soften his worry. It hardly helped so (Y/N) focused on getting their sleeping bags out of the truck as the sky above them began to darken with night fast approaching.

With two lanterns, he sat one down between Ellie and Joel's sleeping bags and took the last one for himself. "I'll keep watch." He told them, slipping the rifle strap around his shoulder and patting Ellie's head as she lowered down to wiggle into her sleeping bag. She swatted playfully at his hand and chuckled, pulling the pun book and a flashlight out of her backpack before using it as a pillow. Joel glanced at him and stiffly nodded, settling into his own sleeping bag and watching him walk a few feet away.

(Y/N) leaned back against a tree trunk and set his lantern down by his feet, taking the strap off his shoulder and holding the rifle. His eyes trailed down the gun until they found the words engraved just above the trigger. B&F. His thumb ran over the rough letters, pressing into them until they left an imprint on his skin. He took a deep breath and raised his head, scanning the area around him. With everything falling into darkness, he was left to depend on his hearing for any sign of something amiss. But all he heard was the rustling of leaves above him and the occasional call of an owl. Fabric rustled behind him and the light from Ellie and Joel's lantern faded, leaving him with his thoughts while they dozed off into slumber.

About twenty minutes passed before he heard the fabric rustling again and peered over his shoulder to see Joel's dark figure getting up. Likely off to use the bathroom, he assumed and looked forward again, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the letters. His teeth nibbled lightly on his bottom lip and he could feel hunger slowly creep in, poking around as it made its presence known. A twig behind him snapped and he turned, finding Joel approaching him.

"You should be sleeping."

"And you should've eaten." Joel lifted his brows and took his wrist, placing two granola bars and an apple in his hand. He nodded to them and carefully took the gun from him, surveying the area in a glance before looking back at him. "Eat. I'll keep watch 'til you're done."

"Joel-"

"Eat." Joel urged gently, a surprisingly soft look falling over his features. "I have to take care of you, too, alright? Stop actin' stubborn and eat."

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Ain't Making Me Leave (Reader x Joel Miller)

@anxious-queerboi Hiiiii 🥺 It's been so long but do you think you could do a general headcanons with Joel and a gn reader who received an injury that made them disabled? Like, not to the point of being unable to move, but not being able to be as active as they used to be? Thank you <3

Back in the QZ, it would've been a dealbreaker.

Nothing personal, just - when you're in survival mode, tying yourself to someone who's still limping is like filling your bag with rocks.

But here, in Jackson, it's not as big of a deal.

It's still hard for Joel to get used to the idea of people helping each other out of cooperation.

But after a solid year of caring for people other than himself, he's willing to take actions against his own self-preservation.

Besides, deep in him, he knows he owes you.

Your leg was injured when you had to cave in a roof to trap some pursuing clickers.

You saved Joel's life.

So he carried you back to Jackson, and ensured you got as best care as you could've.

But your leg won't be the same. Decreased mobility, even with a full recovery. Say goodbye to supply runs or scouting missions.

But it doesn't matter to Joel the way it would have,

Because you're his, and he's not going to let you get kicked out or cast aside, even if that means he has to work to be useful enough for the both of you.

But he really needn't worry. Tommy and Maria aren't the kind to act so pragmatically. To rebuild the world, the world needs compassion.

Something Joel's still learning.

He barely leaves your side for the first bit of recovery, still blaming himself for you getting hurt.

And even later he does that trademark growl of his whenever he has to leave you again.

But honestly, your injury is sort of the catalyst that lets him finally rest.

When he realizes his place in Jackson is secure, and yours is too, not because of his worth or experience, but because of kindness, he finally breathes and for the first time in twenty years emerges from survival mode.

You can tell something has really snapped in Joel when he suddenly climbs into your bed and kisses you long and slow.

"What brought this on?" You grin - he's been treating you like porcelain since your injury, even though your leg is finally walking worthy.

"Nobody's makin' me leave."

"Of course not, silly. We're home." you chuckle bemusedly, surprised by another kiss.

"We're home. Ain't that a bitch?"

"What's all this?"

"I'm bein' stupid. Like usual." Joel grins, slightly manically, before pulling you close again. "I love you."

You gasp a little at how easily he says it - you only usually get the L-word out of him after lovemaking in the dead of night when he finally relaxes. "I love you too."

"Love you more." He winks. "How about I take you on a walk later and we just... get some air?"

You chuckle. "Sure. And what should we do in the meantime?"

Joel leans back on the bed, giving a great sigh. "Anything we want."

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us x reader #the last of us x male reader #the last of us headcanons #headcanons

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luneesv · 1 year

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After Everything | Joel Miller

╰┈➤ Joel Miller x M!Reader

[ English isn't my first language ]

Joel meet you by the fire to finally talk to you about what he feels, in the dark and cold morning.

- Are you feeling good Joel ? you asked him, who looked anxious.

- Yeah, what exactly were you thinking ?

You gave him a questioning look, why is he asking? Why is he suddenly interested in what you think ? Would he want to talk about those nights you spent together ? Those nights that he ignored and acted like he never had ?

- I don't really know, everything. You remember the first time we met ?

After saying that, he thought, scratching his right arm which bore the marks and scratches of our last escapades.

- Well, I do remember you, helping me, and that we drank, a lot.

- Yea, it was a really great night.

The more you talked about that night, the more anxious he seemed, which had never happened before. He had always had this attitude of a strong man who always puts his emotions aside. Except this morning, a few days after the night when everything went wrong, where he took me in his arms and he cried on my chest.

- Joel, do you want to talk about something else ? You are clearly not okay, you want some coffee maybe ?

He shook his head, drank some coffee and then he came closer to me.

- No, I can't anymore ignore all of this.

- All of this what ? You said, frowning.

He looked at you, with a look that wanted to say everything and nothing at the same time.

- I.. I told Ellie about it, she sees it too.

- See what Joel ? For God's sake, man, say what you want to say.

- That I love you (y/n).

You were speechless. He finally said it.

- I was afraid of destroying everything. Our friendship. Well no, at first I just didn't want to rush Sarah. But then I didn't have the strength to confront the feelings I have for you.

He had tears in his eyes.

- I know it hurted you (y/n), and.. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared.

- Of what Joel ? You asked with a trembling voice.

- Of loosing you, I know that you loved me, it was obvious, I loved you too, but I was afraid that if I got too attached to you, and lost you too, I wouldn't be able to take it.

A tear rolled down his cheek. He approached you, and he took your hand.

- I am so sorry (y/n), because if I lose you, I love you so much that even in any case I wouldn't make it. Whether we're a couple or not.

His eyes shone, facing the embers that warmed you, you placed your hand on his still wet cheek.

- You wont lose me Joel, I promise. You mumbled.

- Don't make promises if you don't know if you can keep them.

After a few seconds of looking at each other, you decided to take the first step, and kiss him. This time he wasn't ignoring you, he wasn't acting like your love didn't exist. He kissed you back.

His lips had that taste you'd forgotten for far too long, your eyes closed, you enjoy this moment of intimacy.

- Oh you guys finally did it.

You jumped in fear, and looked at Ellie who was looking at you with an amused look.

- It's not what it looks like Ellie.. You said freaked out that the fact that she saw you embarrasses Joel and he acts like before.

But no, he laughed.

- But it looks like what it is (y/n). Don't worry about that.

- What ? You're sure Joel ?

He kissed you on the forehead, and he whispered to you that yes, he was sure and that he loved you.

- You know what Ellie ? Come here imma show you how to make work a car.

- What ?! No ! I don't want to learn how to make work a car ! I want you to talk to me about what happened between you and (y/n) !

He had that serious look on his face but still he was smiling.

- Bye you two, I guess.. you said.

Now you were alone, after kissing the love of your life who had just told you that he loved you from the start but was afraid of losing you. Maybe it was a lot to take.

You were alone, with your beating heart who didn't want to stop. You put out the fire, unfolded the tents and you were about to pack your bag to leave when Ellie came to see you.

- So ?

- So what Ellie ?

She started to burst out laughing.

- Don't act innocent (y/n) I know that you liked him.

- Yea, what about it kid ?

- Well, you two finally kissed ! It's something important !

You nodded, smiling. She walks up to you and hugs you.

- I'm so happy for you.

- Thanks kid.

Joel arrived in front of you and laughed before taking the bag you were holding in your hand.

- Shall we go? He asked laughing.

- Yup! Ellie replied happily.

Ellie came running towards the car, Joel's jacket over her.

- How are you ? Joel asked.

- I'm very fine.

Joel smiled at you before taking your hand.

- No matter what happens to us, as long as we love each other and we're together that's fine with me.

- Me too, I love you Joel.

- I love you too (y/n), you can't know how much.

- Oh you know, I have my little idea.

He laughed for the first time in a while and you two got in the car.

- We can go lovebirds ? Ellie questioned you.

- Yeah we are gonna go don't worry kid.

The sun was completely up, the smoke from the fire could still be seen in the distance between the trees of the forest. Your heart was still beating so hard, it was beating for Joel.

I wanted to make a part 2 of the other story I made so here's the continuation of the story I hope you liked it ! Have a nice day or evening <3

#joel miller x male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #male reader #male y/n #pedro pascal #the last of us x male reader #the last of us #ellie williams #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us x reader #gay

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un-named-thing · 2 years

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I have been dead on here. I dont know why. I'm sorry.

(If anyone's wants to know requests are open)

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The last of us characters x male reader

Characters: Joel Miller, Tommy Miler, Jesse, Abby Anderson. (If anyone wants me to do a part 2 with more characters I will be happy to do so).

Summary: reader is really upset and doesn't want to talk about it at all.

Cw: fluff, angstish,

(Dilf)Joel Miller:

In Joel's eyes you've been acting weird for a while now. You've been more quiet and you just avoided everyone. You basically just locked yourself in your house.

Joel was really worried about you. He thought asking some people would maybe give him an idea but when he asked he just got "he's probably just in a mood".

Maybe you where just 'in a mood' so joel dropped it. (For another hour).

But when he tired to talk to you on the occasion you did leave your house and you ignored him he knew something was wrong.

He knew when people looked upset or something was up and when he looked at you it was clear as day something was wrong.

So ofcourse being joel he wanted to know what was up and came knocking on your door only to realise your door was unlocked.

He didn't pause for even a second and let himself in. Instantly he called out for you only to hear sobs coming from the living room.

He peeked in and saw you curled up on the couch crying. A look of concern spread across his face as he walked towards you.

You jumped slightly when you felt him give you a side hug, but you didn't complain. You curled up against his chest. You loved the touch you've been craving from him.

He rubbed your back pulling you closer. "You wanna talk about it?" You shook your head and curled up into him. He kissed your forehead and let you cry it out.

Tommy Miller:

You help around Jackson alot, like alot. Anytime someone needed help you'd be there. So when you kind of "disappeared" the first person to notice was tommy.

His first thought was that maybe you where sick or something bad happened. So ofcourse he came to check on you.

He came knocking on your door, calling out for you, asking if your okay. You yelled back now bothering to even open the door for him. You told him you where fine but he knew something was up.

He could hear it in your voice that something was wrong. But what? He kept knocking asking for you to let him in and when you didn't reply he got more worried.

He didn't know what to do, he couldn't just keeping knocking. But as soon as he was about to give up he heard the Click of the door and saw you peek out.

Your eyes where puffy and you looked like a mess. If he wasn't concerned enough before he for sure was now.

He pushed the door aside and pulled you into a hug and you clung onto him for dear life. He pet your head holding you tight.

He led you inside, closing the door behind the two of you. He sat you on the bed still hugging you. Sitting on the bed he tired to calm you down any way he could.

Jesse:

While you and jesse where out on patrol he noticed how quiet you where. Normally you'd be way more talkative. You'd be taking to jesse and just going on and on with a smile on your face.

But this time you where quiet, your head hung low and you looked tired. Plus you where late for patrol today. You where the last person to get there.

From that moment on jesse kept his eye on you. Always giving you glances and making sure you where in his line of sight. He didn't ask if something was wrong but he sure as hell was planning on it.

So as soon as you got back he was about to ask you only to realise you where already gone. He turned away for a second and boom your gone.

He was gonna go look for you only to be called over to do something. While he was walking off tho he heard soft sobbing in a room. Being curious he peeked in only to see you crying on the floor.

He instantly ran to you pulling you into him. He held you tightly. God seeing you cry made his heart ache. Instantly he started asking you questions just wanting, needing to know if your okay.

But you just held onto him and cried into his shoulder. After a while he finally got the memo and stopped asking and simply sat you down with him and cuddled you until you felt better.

Abby Anderson:

You and abby where gonna get sent out and she went looking for you since you weren't showing up. After she could find you for a solid 20 minutes she went back and saw you waiting there.

"Hey you ready to go?" She was kinda pissed but when she heard you low voice and saw how red and puffy your eyes where she softened.

She didn't say anything until you got in the back of the truck you where taking to your designated spot. "You okay?" You looked up at her and gave a simple nod, she didn't belive it tho.

"You sure?" Sighing you turned aways from her. "Yes abby, I'm okay" she knew you where lying but desided to leave it. I mean come on it was obvious you where crying.

The whole time you where sent out you where quiet and only talked when nessery and every time abby got a glance at you, you had this sad look on your face.

She wanted so badly to simply ask what was wrong but just kept quiet knowing you would just say 'I'm okay'.

However when you got back and she finally had a moment alone with you she asked and asked. She basically cornerd you. She did however stop when she saw you basically crumble infront of her and started crying again.

Sitting next to you on the floor she put an arm around you and let you cry into her shoulder. "I.. I don't wa..nt to t..alk about ..it" you could barely speak full sentence.

She kept patting you on the back and just let you let it out. Maybe after like 7-9 minutes you calmed down and abby finally spoke. "You feel any better?"

You nodded looking up at her. Looking down she smiled at you, noticing the giant wet spot you left on her shirt. "And how am I supposed to explain that?"

You laughed "I don't know" you both laughed and sat on the floor in comfortable silence for a while before finally getting of the dirty floor. (I love this women)

#gay #queer #x male reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou2 #joel miller #tommy miller #abby #abby anderson #jesse #tlou jesse #the last of us x reader #the last of us x male reader #the last of us x you

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hellodeez · 2 years

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Hey everyone I'm a new fanfic writer so heres some stuff about me and what i write etc!!

You can call me Nene or K (they're both nicknames to my actual name btw).

I like drawing, reading, playing video games, and music.

I'm gay and my pronouns are He/Him/They/Them

I write for Gender Neutral, Male and Trans masculine readers! So if you're feminine identifying please do not interact! Also y'know the basics for the dni's and stuff.

these are for the type of stories that i'd be willing to write ♥️= romantic 💫=platonic 💪= maybe some suggestive stuff at most (example: "hey i see you write for Grayson can you do ♥️💪 and the story being...")

Shows and other things i write for:

CoD

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ♥️💫💪(please please PLEASE REQURST FOR HIM I LOVE HIM SMM)

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra ♥️💫💪 (there's not enough of him 😞)

Alejandro Vargas ♥️💫💪

John Price ♥️💫💪

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ♥️💫💪

Simon "Ghost" Riley ♥️💫💪

König ♥️💫💪

Resident Evil

Carlos Oliveira ❤️💫💪 (i love him sm PLEASE request for him 🙏)

Leon S. Kennedy ❤️💫💪 (my babygirl ❤️)

Chris RedField ❤️💫💪

Karl Heisenberg ❤️💫💪

Ethan Winters ❤️💫💪

Detroit Become Human

Hank Anderson ❤️💫💪

Gavin Reed ❤️💫💪

Connor ❤️💫💪

Markus ❤️💫💪

The last of us

Please specify if you want it to be from the show or game!!

Joel Miller ❤️💪💫

Ellie Williams 💫

Dina 💫

Inside Job

Brett Hand ❤️💪💫

Andre ❤️💪💫

Myc ❤️💪💫

Reagen Ridley 💫

Gigi 💫

Spiderverse

Peter B. Parker ❤️💪💫

Spider Noir ❤️💪💫

Miles morales 💫

Peni Parker 💫

Spider Ham 💫

Things I won't write‼️

I WON'T write for female readers!

Angst (sorry it's just hard to write 😞)

Nothing weird (ex. incest, pedophilia etc.)

Things I will write!

Hispanic reader

I'll POSSIBLY write smut, maybe just headcannons though idk

Platonic and romantic relationships

x Masc!reader

And maybe some other stuff idk I'm new 😭

Also please please PLEASE if you're feminine identifying PLEASE DNI! You have NO idea how much ive seen people who are feminine identifying interact with posts not meant for them and it makes me uncomfortable! I hope you understand

#male reader #x reader #tlou x male reader #joel x male reader #tommy miller x male reader #the last of us x male reader

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icarus-has-falllen · 1 year

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hello! i just stumbled unto your blog and i was wondering what's your hyperfixation rn? i've seen the list of fandoms you write for but i want to know what you really feel like writing for :)

Awww your so sweet hm currently Scream tlou but it’s not on my list 😭 and the mandolorian i have to add the mandolorian

#ask #scream x male reader #mandolorian x male reader #the last of us x male reader

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

#cod x reader #cod x male reader #call of duty modern warfare #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x reader #slasher community #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #mk1 #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #din dijarin x reader #din dijarn x male reader #the mandolorian x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us

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sky-is-the-limit · 3 months

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"How can you like Abby after-"

After???? After what??? How can I like her?!?Like ain't even the right word.

I'd commit the most heinous crimes that they'd have to write a new chapter in the bible for my gay ass specifically just to have my pussy on her face and vice versa before cooking her a warm soup and running her a bath, don't get me fucking started lil guy. If there's one video game character I don't play around for and would defend with every fibre of my body, it's her.

That's my woman right there.

#I'd be her ride or die no questions asked.#I love telling male tlou stans who my fav character is #I'd be cleaning the golf stick afterwards before giving her the head of her life don't even play with me #also obviously she's not my fav for her looks #but they do help #abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader

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thegnomelord · 9 days

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if you write a thing about the creaming the zussy i will kiss ur boots

The boots better be shining when you're done.

How To Cure Zombies 101

CW:NSFW MDNI, crackfic obv PiV sex, TLOU Clicker trans Ghost, Top Male Reader, established relationship, happy ending, dub-con because Simon consented before he got bit but reader is apprehensive, zombie sex (does it count as necro?) how does this work? idk porn logic. Don't ask me how this happened, i hope this doesn't become what my blog becomes known for.

When the Cordyceps spread across the planet and turned millions of people into shambling mushroom infested undead, the world ended.

When Simon got bitten. . . your world ended.

You still remember it like it had been yesterday; He came back bloody, an empty look in his eyes as he showed you the bite on his arm. Your hands shook as he wrapped them around the grip of the gun and aimed it at his head. You both ended up on the floor with you crying into his chest, unable to pull the trigger.

You remember the resigned look in his eyes when he had agreed to let you do whatever you needed to him to cure him, but both of you knew there was no way, what made you immune to the fungus was as mysterious to the rest of the world as it was for you. His lips had been burning hot when he laid a soft kiss on your forehead, the last sense of warmth you've felt since the docs took him to where they kept the infected for study, your heart leaving with him.

And now?

Now the scientists that have been prodding you like a lab rat since Simon got bitten nearly a year ago say they have a way to bring his mind back, to get Simon back.

And the way to do it?

"So let me get this straight?" You begin, your voice tense, your body even tenser. "You want me to fuck the corpse of my lover? And that will cure him?"

That. You're not sure how the eggheads arrived to this conclusion, frankly all of their scientific jargons had flown over your head. All you understood was that the man you had fallen since the first time you met him could be brought back.

You sincerely hope you won't make some type of super fungus through this.

Words can't describe what you feel as you look at Simon's (is it even Simon?) bound body writhing on the gyno chair, naked and bare to you. You doubt you even know what you feel, hope and fear simultaneously curling in your stomach— You hadn't had the courage to look at him ever since the scientists took him away; The harsh laboratory lights make it easy to see the mycelium filling his veins beneath the ashy pale skin, mushroom caps growing beneath his pecs and across all other scars he has. Red and yellow mushrooms have eaten away his nose and spread out to follow the contours of his face, growing in a way that makes the mushroom caps blend together into a skull shape.

Your heart aches when you see his eyes haven't been eaten away yet, the once deep brown turned milky white and staring lifelessly past you, thrashing about in the bindings, rotten teeth gnawing on the ball gag in his mouth, small hisses and malformed muffled clicks echoing through the room.

You try to look down and you stop at his stomach, forcing yourself to breathe in and out slowly because your heart is beating so fast it feels like you'll have a panic attack. You have no idea if this will work and doing this to Simon only to find out it's as useless as all your previous attempts to cure him. . . you're sure it would break you. Closing your eyes and counting to ten you will yourself to focus, your eyes opening slowly and following the trail of little mushroom caps down to his groin.

It's not what you expected., but it's. . . a lot; Mushroom caps have replaced the lips of his cunt, similar to the hard growths on his head but these look thinner and longer, almost like flower petals framing his cunt, bright red at the corners and getting progressively lighter as it nears his hole. A sort of morbid curiosity compels you to reach out brushing your fingertips against the caps. They're surprisingly softer than you had expected, smooth and slick with some kind of slime. You can't help but notice how a longer stalked mushroom grows from what had been his clit.

You jerk your hand back when a second brush of your fingers makes his body to jerk back and attempt to fight against the restraints, more angry clicks vibrating his throat.

But you also notice a kind of… sweet scent in the air and it's coming from him. Cautiously you brush against the caps again, slowly dipping your fingers under to touch the gills underneath. You keep your hand where it is when he thrashes again, but you're certain that smell is stronger now, and you catch the glimpse of clear viscous slick slowly leak from his hole.

Carefully you push a finger into his hole in an attempt to stretch him out. Logically you know that he probably doesn't feel it, but it feels wrong to just stick your cock in him; He's cold. You know he's dead but you had held out some hope that he would be warmer, that there would be some signs of life despite how stupid that sounds.

He's dry right now, but more of that clear fluid seeps around your fingers and lubes the way as you experimentally push your finger all the way up to the last knuckle, and you felt his muscles flutter around you, clenching down as if trying to draw you in deeper. His head continued to thrash around, no change in the feral behavior, but you still try to be gentle, pushing one then two fingers in and slowly scissoring him open.

You pull your fingers out when his hole has relaxed enough to let you easily slide your fingers in and out, and he's produced enough slick to completely drench your hand. You try to look at him as you press your cock against his fluttering hole, but the sight of his milky eyes almost makes you soft on the spot so you screw your eyes closed and slowly slide in.

Despite how cold and wet his cunt is, you haven't felt anyone's touch, even your own, since he got infected, and a part of you feels disgusted at how a bit of pleasure traces up your spine. He continues to hiss and click as you bottom out, his hips bucking wildly you have to press them down. You set a slower pace than you're used to, keeping your thrusts even and consistent, afraid to tear anything but your fear is seemingly misplaced. He's so much wetter than he'd ever get before he got infected, slick wetly squelching as you bottom out over and over again, clicks and snarls accompanying every move you make.

You're ashamed to say you don't last long. Fuck, is he tight you've been ignoring your body for so long that when you accidentally brush against the stalk growing from his clit and his cunt suddenly tightens up like a vice you cum on the spot, your hips doing little minute twitches as you empty so much of your cum in his cunt that your balls hurt. You pull out just as slowly, both of your mixed fluids leaking out and almost getting caught by the soft mushrooms framing his hole.

You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and your heart breaks when his lifeless eyes blindly stare back at you.

You feel like a fool when the first time doesn't work, he's still just a body pupated by a fungus. And you feel like an even bigger fool when you agree to do this a second time.

But the third time. . .

You don't know if it's just wishful thinking but he seems more. . . alert. His head always follows you when you approach him but now his milky eyes almost seem to be looking at your face instead of staring straight through you. He's strangely still on the chair, teeth gnawing on the ball gag but he doesn't try to get out of the restraints.

He doesn't screech when you gently caress the soft outer mushroom caps framing his cunt, instead his chest vibrates with more deep clicks. Nor does he start to wildly writhe on the chair when you slowly sink a finger into his cunt, finding it's already wet with slick. If anything he almost seems to chase(more like stumble) after the sensation, his hips doing small little movements to push your finger deeper into him.

Emboldened by childish hope you do something you hadn't before and reach with your other hand to slowly trace the long stalk of the clitshroom (not a term you coined), before rubbing the base of the cap like you would your own cock.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the gentle pressure of your fingers makes him buck into your hands and let out an ear-piercing screech that the gag has trouble muffling. You pull your hands away and that worsens the problem, the shrieking turning into literal chest rumbling snarls as Simon starts to struggle against the bindings.

Panic rushing down your system you put your hands were they were, gently stroking the 2 inch long mushroom growing from his clit. His hips buck up to chase after your hand, the snarls reverting back into shrieks, but as you stroke him longer they gradually die down to low pitched clicks and whistles. You're stumped; the clicks sound a lot like a cat's puff, his hole fluttering and clenching around your fingers as you slowly push them inside.

He's warmer now, not quite how he was before, but not cold as a corpse either. You know that you've gone completely mad by the fact he starts to gyrate his hips— grinding down just as you get knuckles deep so your fingers can brush against the sensitive spots inside him — makes your mind think that it's a bit of your Simon coming back.

You shake your head and pull your hands away, taking hold of his trembling thighs. You're greeted with another deep snarl but he quiets down immediately when you start to slowly push into him. He feels even tighter now, and you watch how his head falls back on the headrest, a long series of low clicks and whistles squirming past the gag.

His hips move to meet your slow thrusts, tight warm walls squeezing down every time you attempt to pull out just like he used to do. And that thought has your body increasing the pace automatically, your balls slapping against his ass, every sharp thrust hitting something spongy inside him and drawing out a sharp click, the rough pace leaving you panting.

Mindlessly you look up, too caught up in the moment remembering how Simon loved eye contact to remember the situation you're in.

He's looking straight at you.

You halt mid thrust, the low hiss he lets out falling on deaf ears as you tilt your head to the side. You're not insane, his eyes follow you. They're still milky, but they don't look through you. He's looking at you.

Another rough clicking sound leaves him and he thrusts his hips down against yours with enough strength to bruise, almost impatient. Despite how stupid it is you reach out and quickly unbuckle the gag with trembling fingers. "Si?" You say, unable to hide the hope in your voice. "Are you there?" You lean over him, looking hopefully into his eyes. "Do you remember me?"

His jaw moves like he's munching on a survivor, but all that leaves his mouth are more clicks and rough grunts.

Fuck. You are a fool.

A sob tears through your chest before you can stop it, ducking your head down to lay it on his chest. You're unable to keep the fresh tears from falling on him, watering the damned mushrooms that had taken him from you. You can't stop the sobs from coming, your back bowed and shoulders shaking as you cry just as much as the day you first lost him.

His chest vibrates with another long series of clicks and whistles, just pouring salt on the gaping would in your chest.

Your name rights through the room.

It's scratchy, rough, almost incomprehensible to your ears, but it's your name.

You look up so quickly you almost snap his neck. "Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. "Are you in there?" You slowly reach out to hold his face, careful not to cut your hands on the sharp mushroom caps along his cheeks.

He looks at you back, jaw moving still, but he doesn't try to bite the flesh of your palms despite your hands being right there. "Ckckck-" He clicks, pupils going from pinpricks to blown out, "Ckckrkck- Mo- ckck-ve." He manages, a thrust of his hips accompanying the order.

Your heart leaps to your throat and you can do nothing but follow it, sliding one hand down to dig your nails into his thigh, looming over him as you pull out until only the head is inside and them slam into him that there's an audible clap of skin on skin as you bottom out. A half shriek half click half "Yes!" escapes him as he throws his head back, slack jawed.

A whole range of noises escapes him as you hammer into him with all you've got, one hand remaining always on his face. You can feel him getting hotter the longer you pound into him, body shaking as each thrust nails his sensitive spot. He gets progressively tighter and tighter as you fuck into him, and you let go of his thigh to carefully strike along the long shaft of the clitshroom.

He shrieks at the top of his lungs and his cunt clenches down on you like a vice, fluttering around you and gripping your cock like it doesn't want you to pull out. It pulls you into an orgasm,

"Simon?" You whisper, staying in him even as you feel yourself soften. He's too silent compared to how vocal he had been a few moments ago. "Are you in there?"

His head rolls a bit, peering at you through through his lashes, tongue moving heavily in his mouth and lips twitching up into a soft of barely-there grin. "Cckck- l- ckckc- love- ckrk-you -ckkckrkckck-"

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Supply Run?

bottom!ftm Joel x top!masc Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,171 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Dub-Con, Handjob, Oral, Riding, Car Sex, Creampie

You start up the car, backing out of the garage and focusing on getting to your destination. Joel glances at you, somehow turned on by seeing you look so serious as you drive. He’s been attracted to you ever since he met you and it’d be a lie to say it's not the same for you.

You don't notice Joel unzipping his pants nor slipping a hand into his underwear, completely oblivious to him masturbating to you. You don't even hear the noises coming from him fingering his wet pussy. He uses his free hand to cover his mouth, fucking himself harder. He knows that you're too focused on the road to care about anything else and maybe he can get rid of this needy feeling downstairs before hunting for supplies. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help himself.

After a minute or two, he realizes how unsatisfying it is. He needs more.

Joel takes his hand out of his pants and unzips yours, taking your soft cock out of its confines.

"Sir?" Your cheeks grow hot but you focus on the road, can't let clickers or scammers get in the way.

"Shh, keep your eyes on the road." Joel jerks you off, using his slicked up hand to do it. "Find a place to park."

You nod, doing your best to focus.

Joel slides his fist up your thick length, watching it grow to full size. He can't wait to have that inside him. He jerks you off at a languid pace, watching pre cum dribble out of you. Joel slathers your pre all over your length, using it to help him get you off. You look at him for a moment before focusing back on the road, almost forgetting that you're driving. Joel adjusts into a more comfortable position, lying across the car with his ass raised against the door. His hand reaches back to touch himself as he licks the tip of your cock.

You let out a sharp breath as you feel his warm mouth wrapping around you. "Fuck-" You hiss. He envelops you entirely before moving up and going back down. He does that repeatedly, sucking your cock eagerly.

"Joel." You whimper, turning into an alleyway. He moves faster and makes it harder for you to drive. "Joel- Joel–" You gasp, parking the car in a pretty secluded area. Joel keeps going, bobbing his head up and down your thick length. You throw your head back in pleasure.

“‘M gonna come-” You warn. Joel pulls away and denies you your orgasm.

He moves back to his seat and pulls his pants and underwear down. “Move the seat back.” He orders. You do as he says, allowing him to climb onto your lap without honking the horn. He sinks down onto your aching length with a smug grin on his face. Your expression makes him even more smug.

“You feel so good, Joel-” You grimace as he grinds down on your length, he feels amazing but you definitely can't handle it. “Wait- Joel-”

“Go ahead.” Joel says, slowly starting to ride your cock.

“But- what if- what if you..”

“I won't.” Joel promises. They started distributing modern medicine again, meaning it's unlikely for Joel to get pregnant. “If I do, you'll take care of it, won't you?”

You nod quickly. “Of course-”

Joel moves faster, the sudden movements bringing you to your peak. You hiss as he keeps going, bouncing on your sensitive cock. At this rate, you're going to come again. But rather than stopping him, or telling him to slow down, you lie back and let him do the work. It's not everyday you get to see a view like this.

He brings you into a sloppy kiss, kissing you with more aggression than you. You can't help but wonder how long he's wanted this. You feel like the prey of a predator, he must've been holding back for a while. He sneaks his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your muscles. Your hands trail over to his plump ass, squeezing it and earning an entertaining reaction from Joel. He pulls away from the kiss for air, eyes shut tight as he lets out the most attractive moans you’ve ever heard. His beautiful sounds add to the list of reasons why you have no intention of stopping Joel. He looks gorgeous fucking himself on your cock.

“Fuck-” He groans. “Don't- Don't wanna stop-” He says as he reaches his peak. You help him out, using your hands to lift him up and slam him down. Joel gasps, a grin forming on his face once again as you help him to his orgasm. He rubs his clit aggressively, eyes rolling back as he climbs towards his peak. “Yes–” He cries out your name as he comes.

You stop moving him and let him recover from his orgasm. You look around and make sure there aren't any problems around before turning back to look at him. He reaches over to recline the chair as far as it can go, causing you to lie down on it before he makes you switch places. Joel takes off the rest of his clothes while you watch. With his permission, you slide yourself inside him. Your hands are gently holding his waist as you slowly start to fuck him again. Joel looks so pretty with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted open, letting out equally pretty moans. “You’re so pretty, Joel..”

He turns a dark shade of red. He’s been called lots of things before, but he’s never been called pretty. “Mm-” He whines. “Faster..”

You speed up, gripping his skin harder as you roughly fuck into him. “God– you feel amazing, Joel-” You moan, burying your head in his neck. You lean into his ear, the feeling of your breath on the sensitive body part causes Joel to shiver. “So- so warm, wet…I don't want to leave you..” You mumble, moving down to kiss and nibble at his neck, rubbing circles around his clit. Joel’s body twitches due to the pleasure.

“Then– fuck~!” Joel gasps as your cock hits his g-spot. “Don't- don't leave– uh~!” He digs his nails into your shirt. Joel feels his orgasm suddenly crashing down, his walls spasming around your thick length. “Don't stop-” He manages to say.

You pull away from his neck and look at him, a slight smile on your face. “I love feeling you come…gonna make me come too-” You keep going as per his request, neglecting his clit while chasing your own release. You bring him into a heated kiss, matching his aggressive energy from earlier. Joel grips your shirt like you're gonna leave him, desperate for you to stay in his arms.

It doesn't take much longer for you to come, once again spilling your seed inside his warmth. You pull away from the kiss and you can feel him gripping your shirt even harder. “Don't leave–” He repeats.

You kiss his forehead. “I won't.”

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xmalereader · 1 year

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Joel Miller X Male Reader X Simon Riley

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Authors note: Sorry for the long wait on updating, I lost a bit of motivation and got busy with life and had some issues with work but I should be good for now! Also, wonderful request and enjoyed writing it out, was a little unsure of making this pairing either a love triangle or just make it plain poly and have them all love each other but, instead, decided to make it angsty as requested! Hope you enjoy and their is more to come soon!

Requested: Hey could I request a crossover between Joel Miller and Simon “Ghost” Riley? Reader is part of Task Force 141, and had met Joel before the outbreak, forming a relationship between the two of them, until they had a fight (could probably be since reader would leave for missions without having no contact with him and haven’t told Joel about his work and kept secrecy both of them hurt each-other with their words in that fight), after that they lost all contact and the outbreak happened, until they found each other again after reader got separated from the group, ghost and reader were having kinda of a thing (both of them would protect each others back but starting to feel things for each-other) sorry if this is long btw! maybe Joel and reader talk while Ghost looks for reader please take any liberties after that! (can you tell I like angst?) || @un-namedmalereader ||

Warnings: Slight fluff, angst, love triangle-ish, mentions of animal death, survival, FEDRA, slight last of us spoilers from video game, crossover between ghost and Joel. Ellie is protective, memories, past trauma, separation, closure.

Word count: 5k

He knew that the world would become dangerous when the outbreak happened. Being separated from his team and only finding Ghost who roamed the city on his own. The two stuck together during their time of the outbreak, moving from city to city, state to state, looking for safety or perhaps a place to stay? They’ve tried working along side FEDRA but, soon found out that FEDRA wasn’t a safe place and only cashed humanity to grow angry by the control FEDRA brought to the people.

It didn’t take long for him and Ghost to escape the facility and continue on with their journey. The outbreak happened when he was sent on a mission to Mexico when he heard the news of infected people going crazy and attacking others. Him and his team were sent to the front lines, helping as many people as they could whether they were good or bad they helped as many as they could. But, in the end many lives were lost and many that were saved were already infected. It was difficult saving lives when humanity was pushing away their own people from hiding behind walls. Giving the infected more people to create a bigger army to create trouble for everyone.

Y/n had been traveling with Ghost for years. The two getting closer every year to the point where they wouldn’t leave each others sides, wherever the other went they followed. They were skilled in military combat and knew how to survive the infected. Both he and Ghost took their time to actually study the infected, figuring out how to kill them faster and which infected they didn’t have to worry to much about. Whenever they moved at night they’d walk in silence, ears open as they listened for any clickers that roamed the dark streets.

They always made sure that where ever they went it was safe for them to stay a night or two. They didn’t know where they were heading at first and simply traveled anywhere that contained food and shelter for a few days. Y/n had wanted to return back to Texas, to see Joel and Sarah again. But, after the last time they spoke with each other it ended in an argument and a break up between the two. Joel was upset each time he was called off to his team, telling him that he wanted him home along with his daughter and to be a family.

Y/n couldn’t abandon his team who needed him and it became difficult for him to decide. Until Joel made the choice for him and made him leave. His eyes full of disappointment and heartache. That was the last time he’s ever seen Joel and once the breakout happened he had no idea if either of the two made it out alive or if they were even alive at all. He forced himself to think that they were long dead and that he was on his own.

Both he and ghost decided to head up West, nearing winter season the two suspect that the infected would slow down a bit with the colder weather approaching. Y/n had his own mask over his face, keeping his face warm from the cold winter air. His own rifle in hand as he walks next to Ghost who remained quiet. The sound of snow beneath their boots is heard as they continued to move up hill. The sun was out and bright but that didn’t do much with the cold.

“We need to find a place for the night.” Said Ghost as he stops in his steps and looks at his surroundings. “Where?” Y/n speaks up, puffing out some air from his mouth and looking around too. All they saw from a distance were trees but no signs of buildings near by.

Before Y/n could speak again he’s stopped by ghost lifting his hand, shushing him before he could say anything. Ghosts gloved finger points to his covered ears, telling him to listen. Y/n stood quietly, listening to the wind blow and waiting until he hears the sound of crunching snow from a distance, the sound of huffing. He looks over to his left to see a horse from a distance.

“Over there.” He whispers, nodding towards the distance while Ghost also watched. “Riders.” Ghost muffled, grabbing Y/n by his back pack and dragging him down to the nearest fallen log. Y/n stumbled in his step and falls onto his back, glaring at Ghost while the other smirks under his mask.

“Asshole I can walk.” He whispered harshly, getting his rifle ready and checking over the log they hid behind, getting a better view of the two riders. “I’ve got four on sight.” He whispered, breath hot whole ghost watched the small group of riders approaching them at fast speed. “Take the first two, I’ll take the others.” Ghost got his own gun ready as Y/n takes the first shot, shooting down of the riders as the horse shots up in panic, throwing off the dead rider from their back and running off. The fired shot gets the rest of the others attention as they frantically moved to get their own weapons but both he and ghost were faster, killing the three and watching them fall into the snow ground.

“The horses?” Y/n calls out.

Ghost hums. “Kill one, will use it for food will at least have something to eat tonight. I’ll round up the other three.”

Y/n nods in agreement, standing from his hiding spot, rifle raised as his eyes followed the horse and taking the shot. He always hated this part of surviving, having to kill innocent animals who were only trying to survive too but knew that they needed food and had to eat soon. He slings the rifle over his shoulder and makes his way over to the dead animal and gets to work in skinning the animal and storing some of its meat away in his bag while ghost piled up the dead riders on the side and tracked down the other horses.

The day grew dark, covering the sky in stars. Ghost had brought the horses back, tying them up near a tree and sitting down next to Y/n who cooked their food on a small fire. They knew that a big fire could get someone’s attention from miles away and they didn’t want to attract too much attention. When the meat was cooked well, he hands Ghost a piece and the two eat in silence with Y/n’s head leaning against Ghosts shoulder.

“How much further?” Y/n mumbled, chewing on his food and focusing on the fire.

“More miles than you think.” He hears Ghost mumble out, tossing the small bones into the fire and wiping his hands on his own pants before slipping the gloves back on. Leaning closer to Y/n and sighing deeply. “We should make it to a warmer area before another storm hits.” His companion reminds him. They haven’t faced any bad storms yet, but knew that a bad one could be approaching anytime soon.

The two are silent, listening to the sound of the wood cracking in the fire. The wind blowing on their faces while the horses moved silently, huddled together to stay warm. Y/n sniffles, tossing the bones into the fire and sitting up. “We should get some rest before daylight hits.”

Ghost hums in agreement. “I’ll take first watch.”

Y/n chuckles, opening his bag and pulling out a blanket, wrapping it around himself and leaning back against the log. “You know what to do if anyone approaches us.” Y/n mumbled, tiredness taking over as he lied his head back, closing his eyes and letting the darkness take over as he slept for the night. He was suppose to sleep for a few hours only and he woken up by Ghost in order to change shifts with each other but he wasn’t woken up by him.

He’d woken up with a hint of worry in mind as he looks around to see Ghost with the horses, checking the riders things. Y/n can’t help but be a little irritated at Simon for not waking him up. He puts his blanket away and approached Simon, crossing his arms. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed the rest.” Simon had his back to him, rummaging through the bags and finding a few knives and extra food too. “You rarely slept.” Said Y/n while Simon chuckles. “I’ve gone longer with no sleep, besides—I found this.” Simon holds out a Map to show Y/n who snatched it from his hands. Eyes wide as he stares at the map before him. “There’s a village close by, probably abandoned but, it’s a few miles out in the direction we are heading. We can stay the night.” Said Ghost.

“Then let’s head there.”

The two pack up their things and mount their horses, riding up hill and through the snow. It took them a few hours to arrive at the village, guard up as they grew cautious of the place and looked around for any signs of infected people or people in general. Simon was ahead of him while he rode behind, other horse close to them as they hold their weapons close. Y/n checks his surrounding and finds no signs of infected only the sight of torn down homes and old bars that he took notice. His gaze is focused to his right that he noticed a deer dashing across the snow, causing him to come to a small stop before the deer is quickly shot down by an arrow, throwing the animal off and to tumble down.

“Shit, Ghost!” He calls out to his partner ahead. Who didn’t take notice of the kill, too focused on his own surroundings. Y/n watched the dead deer closely, waiting silently and watched as a young girl steps out from hiding. She’s focused on her kill that she doesn’t notice him at all. He watched her remove the arrow from the animal and tying it up to take with her, she was very young and possible alone. Y/n didn’t want to frighten her but also didn’t want to cause any trouble in case she was with more people.

The young girl frowns to herself and looks over her shoulder to see him on top of his horse, causing her to react and pulling out her bow with an arrow ready. Before she could shoot him he takes notice of Ghost appearing by the girls side with his own gun raised at her.

“Ghost!” Y/n shouts, cursing under his breath as he jumps off his horse and rushed over to him, not wanting to frighten the kid any longer. “Ghost lower your gun.” He hissed out, glaring at his partner who focused on the girl.

“Shoot me and I kill your friend.” The girl threatens, glaring at the two.

“We don’t want any trouble.” Y/n speaks up, holding his hands up in surrender. “We thought this place was alone, we’re only passing by.” His eyes shift to Ghost. “Lower the gun.” He orders.

“Lower your bow.” Ghost directs to the girl.

Y/n watched the two as they both lower their own weapons. The girl is tense, intimidated by the presences of two grown men covered from head to toe. “We won’t hurt you, like I said we were just passing by.” He says again. “Are you alone?” He simply asked, earning a glare from her. “And if I am?” She shot back.

“Then we won’t worry about you.” Ghost huffed out, putting his gun away and approaching Y/n, protective of his partner as he stood by his side. He continued to watch her closely, ready to attack if she decides to raise her bow again.

“What my partner said, if your alone will leave you alone.” He repeats, lowering his hands and taking a step backwards. The girl bites her lip. “Wait.”

The two turn to her.

“I need medicine, my—my friend needs medicine.”

“Are they infected?” Y/n asks.

She shakes her head. “He’s hurt.” Her hands shake from the cold, grip growing white as she held her bow. “I need medicine, give me the medicine and I won’t disturb you or tell anyone who comes through that you were both here.” She grits her teeth.

Y/n glanced at Ghost who stared back at him, the two communicating in silence until Y/n speaks up. “Take us to your friend and will give you what you need.”

“I’m not doing that.” She hissed.

“Come on, kid. I don’t know how old you are but it’s obvious that just you and your friend who is hurt and your alone trying to keep him and yourself alive and do you really think you can carry that back to wherever your staying?” He makes a good point, the kid hesitating at his words until she finally gives in.

“Do anything and I’ll kill you.” She threatens once more and side steps to allow them to help her. It’s Ghost who steps up first, bending down to throwing the deer over his shoulder and carrying it back to their horses while Y/n walked along side the kid. “We’ve got an extra horse you can ride along on.” He mentions, getting her attention.

“Unless you wish to ride with me?”

“I’ll take the extra horse.” She quickly says.

Y/n nodded and guided her back, he decided to take the extra horse in the back instead in order to make sure that the kid didn’t try anything funny while he wasn’t looking and pretends to tell her that their extra ride is the horse between them. He hoists the kid up and checks up on Ghost who’s strapped the deer and mounted his own horse. “Where too?” Ghost asks the kid who swallows nervously and nods ahead. “Up ahead, I’ll let you know which house.”

Ghost gives the kid a nod and a glance to Y/n who quickly mounts his own horse and began to move forward, keeping an eyes on his surroundings and checking on the kid every few minutes as they continued forward.

“What’s your name?” He finally decided to ask.

“Ellie.” She breaths out, pulling her coat closer to herself, trying to stay warm from the cold weather. “Y/n.” He responds back. “My partner here is Ghost.”

“Ghost?” She raised a brow, looking over her shoulder.

Y/n chuckles. “Long story, but he prefers to be called that.”

“Does he have a real name, at all?” She decides to ask.

“He does, but he doesn’t give it to anyone. Only those he trusts.” Y/n clarified.

Ellie frowns and turns back around to face ahead, staring at Ghosts back before spotting the house she was taking shelter in. “That’s the one.” She points over, bringing them to a stop.

“Check the inside.” Ghost orders Y/n who rolls his shed, hopping off his horse and glancing at the kid and heading inside. His gun is raised as he checks the place, both floors and finding no one. He’s starting to believe that the kid was lying to them until he reached the garage, pulling the door open and finding someone under a blanket. He moves down the stairs cautiously, gun raised as he approached his target, getting a better look at who it was.

His body froze, eyes widening as he takes in the man that lied under the blanket. His face is pale and looked to be in pain. He didn’t think he’d ever find him here thinking that he was long dead.

“Joel?”

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Ghost had grown worried by the long wait, tempted to rush inside and shooting anyone that got in his way in order to find his partner but, his worry quickly fades away when the garage door is pried open with Y/n standing on the other side and signaling over. Ghost helps the kid down as she rushed to her friends side, checking up on him as Ghost removed the deer from the horse and carried it inside while Y/n guided the horses inside, enough space for all of them before closing the garage door behind him.

“Hey, I’m back—you’ll be alright.” He hears Ellie’s soft whispers as she pulled the covers higher to his neck and watched nervously at his ragged breathing. “How long had he been like this?” Y/n asks, taking his pack and kneeling down by her side.

“A few days.” She answers, watching the other as he unzips his bag and checks the medicine they had and hands the kid a few pills. “Here, this should help him.” He also hands her some water which she accepts and helps Joel sit up, his eyes still closed and weak as he willingly takes the medicine and is lord back down. “Will help you with making the food, you’re cold and should rest.” He instructs the kid who gives a short nod.

“Thank you.” She sniffles out.

Y/n glanced at Joel and then back at her, nodding softly. “You’re welcome.” He comes to a stand and walks over to Ghosts side who was on his knees, skinning the animal and getting the meat ready. “You should start a fire.”

“I’ll make sure it’s low, it should keep us warm throughout the day.” Y/n walks further away from the three and gets started on a fire, collecting anything he could find in the room that was flammable and getting a fire started. The flames are small but good enough to warm up the space they are staying in for the night and cooking their own food, they make sure to give Ellie the rest of her food to stare away and letting her that they had enough of their own .

Ellie sat in-front of the fire, eating in silence while Y/n and Ghost sat back against the garage door. Ghost leaning back with crossed arms over his chest and head back as Y/n watched Joel from a distance. His partner takes of this and silently whispers. “You know him.”

Y/n swallows nervously and adjusts his sitting position. “I thought he was dead.” He answers back, lying down on his side with his head on ghosts lap. “He looks like he is.” Said Ghost but Y/n wasn’t paying much attention as he focused on Ellie helping Joel and checking on his bandages and making sure that he was warm enough.

“It was twenty years ago, he was my neighbor. He was a single father with a daughter who were trying to survive on their own.” Y/n suddenly starts to explain, getting Ghosts attention. “I sometimes took care of his daughter whenever he worked and she’d stay over at my place,” chuckling he continues. “We’d cook together, watch a movie and I’d help her with her homework.” He remembered those times when Sarah would barge inside his home without knocking, holding her trophy from soccer and waving it around with excitement as she bounced on her toes and shouting that she’d won the game along with her team.

Y/n had only watched her play a few times due to him working or being called away but he enjoyed every moment and was happy for the kid when she first won her game. Even Joel was happy for his daughter and actually cooked for once as a celebration. A nice dinner for the three of them while they listened to Sarah ramble on about her game to him and how they won.

“You were his.” He hears Ghost say, causing him to snap back to reality and turn onto his other side, facing Ghost and grinning. “Once.” He clarified, nuzzling his face into his thigh. “Don’t be jealous, it doesn’t suit you.” He chuckles, sighing softly and closing his eyes to get some sleep while Ghost smiled softly under his own mask and gave the kid one last look before getting some rest too.

The next day started with Ellie remaking the fire again, cooking her own food and trying her best not to burn it while also checking on Joel. Ghost had left Y/n’s side and helped the kid out, taking over the cook duties while she smiles in appreciation and the two talk quietly. Simon listening to her questions and him answering with a simple hum while she continued to ask.

Y/n sat up quietly, listening to them talk.

“How many infected have you killed?”

“Too many to count.”

“Awesome.”

Y/n chuckles at her words, coming to a stand and stretching his arms. He looks over to Joel who remained asleep, hoping that the medicine would work with regaining his health and healing his wounds. He’s glad that he didn’t get bitten or get infected, things could have ended up worse. “How’s he doing?” His question startles Ellie, quickly relaxing and looking over her shoulder to check on Joel. “He’s getting better. The medicine is helping and his wound is getting better. I think the fire helped a little with heating up the room.” She tells him, sitting on her knees and watching Ghost finish cooking and handing her a piece of meat.

Y/n sighs deeply and takes one of his rifles, strapping it over his shoulder. “I’m going to check the perimeter, make sure that it’s safe.” He announced at the two as he looks out the garage door window, finding no signs of humans or infected before pulling the door open. He takes one of the horses with him and closed the garage door behind him, giving ghost a small smile behind his own mask and leaving him on his own with the kid. Most of the time Ghost would be the one to protest into coming with him but, today he knew that he needed some time on his own. The fact that he found out that his old lover is still alive shocked him to his core, not knowing how to feel about everything.

It’s been more than twenty years since they’ve last spoken and he didn’t want to be around when Joel wakes up. That’s if he wakes up.

Y/n takes his time checking the area, slow on his horse and quiet when checking buildings and for any supplies. He’s able to find a few things here and there but nothing too important that could be used in the future. On the ride back he makes sure to knock on the garage door, signaling the others inside that he’s returned. It’s ghost who slide the door up, allowing him inside and closing it behind him once he straps the horse inside.

“I only found a few things that can be useful—no sign of infected and people. Also checked a few house but they were already cleaned out.” He explains to Ghost, slipping his bag off along with his gun and setting them aside.

“Another friend of yours?”

Y/n froze, back facing the three as he takes in the familiar rough voice. His hands grip around the gun strap, lowering it down slowly as he looks over his shoulder to see Joel sitting up against the wall, no longer looking pale. He looked healthier and was eating while Ellie sat by his side.

“Partner.” Ghost speaks up, arms crossed and approaching the two.

Ellie nods. “Ghost and Y/n are a package deal, they helped me with getting you better and getting some food too.”

“Y/n?” That’s the first thing Joel questions, raising a brow and turning his gaze to him. The older man hums, wincing a little as he sits up straight. “I used to know someone with that name.” He mumbled out as Ellie urges him to stay seated. “You’re still healing.” She frowns at Joel glare directed to her, ready to argue with the kid until Y/n steps up. “She’s right, rest. Besides, we won’t be able to leave this place anytime soon. A storm is approaching and will be locked indoors for some time.” He informs them, turning to ghost who stood by his side.

“Will need enough food to last the storm.” Said Ghost.

“I wasn’t able to find anything while I was out there.” Y/n placed his hands on his hips, sighing deeply and glancing over to the horses, biting his lip and turning back to Ghost. The two already knowing what they’d have to do.

“I’ll handle it.” Ghost steps up to the task, approaching one of the horses and taking his time on removing the saddle along with the additional bags.

“Wait—your gonna kill it?” Ellie’s voice is small, eyes full of sadness.

Y/n gives a sad smile and a nod. “It’s the only way we can survive, that deer of yours won’t hold up and the meat we had from the previous one won’t last us long. These storms can last up to days, perhaps even a whole week and we need to be ready.” He instructs, reaching out to the kid and giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. “You don’t have to watch—“

“I want to help.” She says with determination in her voice, eyes stern and ready to do anything. Y/n chuckles. “You can help Ghost with the horse and look for more wood in order to keep a fire going every once an awhile.”

Ellie nods, before she can follow Ghost she stops in her tracks to turn around and face Joel.

“Go, I’ll be alright.”

Ellie hesitates.

“I’ll stay and take care of him.” Y/n bites out, taking notice of Ghosts eyes on him. “Go.” He nods to the two, letting them know that he’ll be fine as the two head outside and close the door behind them, leaving the two alone. Y/n stands in silence, taking a deep breath and exhaling as he focused on the small fire and keeping the flames from dying out. He works in silence, sensing Joel’s eyes on him as he worked.

“Need me to check that wound?” Y/n asks, glancing to Joel who winced when he checked his own bandages. “Think the kid missed up the bandages a bit.”

Y/n rolls his eyes and moves closer to his side, gloved hands lifting up Joel’s short to inspect the bandages and taking notice of how dirty and worn they were. “These need to be changed.” He whispers, standing up and getting his bag and digging out some clean bandages before going back to his side and helping the other unwrap the old ones and replacing them with new ones.

Neither talk to each other as he worked in silence, checking his work and letting him know in a soft whisper that he was good to lower his shirt and turns back to the fire, using some cardboard that he’d found to toss inside the flames.

“I thought you were dead.”

Joel’s voice is rasped, head tilting back while the other sat in silence. “Was it the name?” He questions.

“No.” Joel groans out. “It was your eyes.”

Y/n looked over his shoulder to see Joel staring at him with a soft look. “I remember those eyes anywhere.” He chuckles to himself as Y/n shifts his gaze away from him and looks down, slowly lifting his mask over his face and giving Joel a better look at his face. After twenty years not much has changed, he still looked the same since the day he left.

Joel stares. “How did you make it this far?”

Y/n’s gloved fingers graze over his mask. “I was in the military, all I ever did was survive. This was nothing new to me.” He mumbled. “My team and I were in Mexico when it happened, got separated when the infected started to take over by the third day and we didn’t have enough time to save everyone. Even though majority were infected already.” His eyes focus on the flames before him, refusing to meet Joel’s eyes. “We got separated while trying to get out of Mexico—I don’t know where the rest of my team is or if their still alive but Ghost and I were the only ones around and we stuck together for twenty years. We moved anywhere we could find food and shelter with no real destination of where we were heading.” He glanced to Joel. “Then we found Ellie, helped her and offered her medicine. She told me that you were sick and thought you were some random guy until I saw you—“

“You saw an old face that you thought died all of those years ago.” Joel added with a soft tone, eyes still focusing on the other who fidget nervously.

“By the looks of it Sarah isn’t with you…she didn’t make it did she?” Y/n whispers out the last part, refusing to believe that she was gone but knew deep down inside that she probably got infected or worse, killed by her own people. The silence from Joel was enough for him to know that she was gone and that he wasn’t going to see that girl again.

Before he could try to change the subject, Joel speaks up. “She asked for you when it all started. I never told her that things ended between us and when everything started she was scared.” Joel remembers that day clearly like it was yesterday. “She’d call your name out and begged me to call you while I was too busy getting her and my brother out of the city. I promised her that I would call you once we were safe but, we never made it far.”

Y/n eyes are wide at the new information. The bond between him and Sarah was strong and loved the kid very much, remembering the times she’s visit to watch a movie or invite him over to dinner since she was by herself and Joel was working late again.

“We had an accident and she got hurt, couldn’t walk and so I carried her and tried to get us across the river until we bumped into a soldier.”

Y/n’s head shot up in attention as he listens to Joel explain. “He thought we were infected and took a shot at us…I got grazed but Sarah took a bullet to her stomach.” Joel’s voice grows small, looking down as he goes through the memory of his daughters death, begging her to stay awake while she panicked full of fear.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Y/n whispers. “She didn’t deserve any of this.” He wanted to reach off to him but knew that it was best to keep his distance, instead he comes to a stand and clears his throat. “I’m going to check on Ellie and Ghost, see how their doing.”

Upon approaching the garage door, Joel calls out in asking. “Ghost, does he take care of you?”

Y/n fidgets with his gloves, taking in his questions and going back to the first few days that they were alone together when the world ended. How they shared each others skills and tried their best to search for their teammates only to come up empty handed. The nights they spent together, curled up against each other in order to stay warm and the amount of times he’d hear Ghost crack a dad joke or two.

He smiles fondly and looks over his shoulder. “He always does.”

Joel nods. “Good.” With that, Y/n accepts the answer and proceeds to check up on the other two.

#male reader #Joel miller #Joel miller x male reader #the last of us #the last of us x male reader #Pedro pascal #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #ghost mw2 #crossover #mw2 ghost

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Our Flickering Light

Request: Yes or No

Content Warnings: Violence, Death, Big Age Gap (about 27 years apart but y/n is well into his adulthood), ANGST, mentions of terminal illnesses, mention/implied loss of pregnancy later on, parental and child death

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There was an eery quietness to the atmosphere in the house. It'd been startling to wake up to silence and stale air instead of music, chatter, or the mouth-watering aroma of breakfast being cooked. (Y/N) remained in bed longer than usual, gazing up at the tall ceiling of his bedroom with an emptiness that burnt a hole in his chest. He felt unusually numb, unusually cold. The tears had long dried on his pillowcase during the night and no matter how much his whole being ached, his eyes refused to water. He knew the feeling all too well. An experience he'd live over and over again until he died.

He needed to get up. He needed to tend to them, to ensure they'd be buried. To ensure the house would only hold the sweet memories filled with laughter and joy rather than the stench of death and the salt of tears.

He forced himself into a sitting position and swung his heavy legs over the side of the bed, tossing aside the comforter and blankets. His feet met the cold floor and it reminded him he was still alive and breathing. They wouldn't want him to mope and weep over them, not while he was still young and well. His head reeled and he released a heavy sigh, raising his bowed head to gaze out the window. He could see the spot where they first encountered the secured town. Where they found sanctuary and family.

His mother claimed it was 2007 and likely October or November. The once scorching heat had been long replaced by cool air that gently pinched at his cheeks. The formally green leaves had turned into pretty shades of auburn and vibrant red and some had already begun to fall from branches. Soon, it'd be a snowy December and he'd be a year older. The infected would be momentarily slowed down, weighed by the snow and cold. They'd be safe, just for a few months, until summer returned with its unbearable heat.

Despite the pretty colors, the leaves were dangerous. They covered the forest floor and the pleasing crunch they provided enticed one into stepping on them. They blocked the ground from view and left one oblivious to what lurked beneath. The fungus grew rapidly in nature, and a single root being disturbed could alert a whole pack of infected. (Y/N) remembered the story Frank told them once vividly. He'd been with a group searching for a zone to take them in early into the outbreak when one man unknowingly stepped on a root. In mere minutes, a small pack of infected descended upon them like sharks. Frank recalled the story with a grimace and a saddened gleam in his eyes.

It was why, as they trekked through the unfamiliar forest, Frank remained ahead of them with a long stick in hand to delicately brush the leaves out of their path. Frank was a lanky older man with soft wrinkles beginning to form under his eyes. His mother teased it was because of all the smiling Frank did, and it was true. Frank always seemed to have a smile on his face. During the hardships of their zone when Rose would be refused the medicine she needed because she lacked the rations necessary, Frank would smile and offer her his, even if he'd worked tirelessly for them. When the infected invaded and the zone crumbled, Frank stood by them and demanded the group of survivors escaping to let them go with them, even with a sickly woman and a child. In the end, only the three of them had managed to make it even remotely close to a new zone.

"Excited for Boston?" Frank asked, the smile ever present on his face when he glanced back at them.

"It'll be same old same old," Rose muttered in response, her frail hand grasping her son's in the tightest grip she could in her weakened state. (Y/N) shrugged loosely and twisted his lips. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a bed, even if the mattress was thin enough he could feel it in his back. He crinkled his nose. The FEDRA schools never seemed to care for the comfort of their students, but then again, they never seemed to care for anyone at all.

A soft gasp from Frank drew his attention and he craned his head around his body, noticing the trees had finally come to a stop. Peering past the treeline, he spotted buildings guarded by a tall wire fence that looked brand new. No dirt, dried blood, or graffiti covered the walls and it made his heart leap. Frank moved forward and crouched down by thick brush, motioning for them to do the same. Rose curled her arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders and pulled him close to her side.

"It- It looks untouched. Almost feels right out of an old magazine." Frank whispered in a shakey voice. "I can't see a single infected-"

"There's nobody around, Frank. What if it's a trap? A lure? You know how vicious raiders have become these past years."

"I know, Rose. I know. But we've been without food or water for days. We'll never make it to Boston if we starve first." Frank rebutted gently and gazed at them warmly, stretching an arm out and placing his hand over Rose's shoulder. Rose frowned and exhaled heavily through her nose.

"What are we gonna do?" (Y/N) asked tentatively and glanced at his grimacing mother with furrowed brows.

"I'll go on first. I'll see if there are people and if it's safe, I'll come back for you two. If Sammy's map was right-" (Y/N) cringed at the mention of Sammy, the self-proclaimed leader of their short-lived group. He'd been the first to go, and the sight of his disfigured face appeared in (Y/N)'s nightmares sometimes. "-this should be the town called Lincoln. Boston is just west of here. If there's any sign of danger-"

"We're not leaving you." (Y/N) interrupted fiercely and drew a chuckle from Frank. He offered the preteen a sad smile and stood up, hand leaving Rose's shoulder to briefly rest on (Y/N)'s head before he walked through the brush and began cautiously making his way toward the fence. He kept his head on a swivel and (Y/N) held his breath, teeth digging into his bottom lip as anxiety crept up the nape of his neck. Frank continued until suddenly, he plummeted into the ground with a shriek and the two hiding in the brush stiffened.

For a moment, there was nothing. Until a burly, thick-bearded man rounded the corner with a shotgun in hand.

"Mom?" (Y/N) turned to Rose with wide, fearful eyes. The gate beeped and the man stepped out onto the strip of land between the fence and the forest, taking long strides as he approached the trap Frank had fallen into.

"It's alright, sweets. Frank... Frank can take care of himself. He- He knows how to talk himself out of things." The uncertainty in Rose's voice made his stomach flip and he helplessly looked back at the stranger. (Y/N) watched him closely, his throat tightening when the man went rigid and abruptly lifted his shotgun toward the treeline. The young boy couldn't make out the words being exchanged, only seeing the movement of the man's mouth and his hardened features. The man tilted his head upward and squinted through the sunlight.

"Come on out, Rose and (Y/N)! Nice and slowly!" He shouted out and (Y/N) looked back at his mother. She rolled her lips into her mouth and tightened her hold on (Y/N), eyes briefly squeezing shut. Her fingers trembled against (Y/N)'s arm and she slowly rose up, pulling her son along with her and taking hold of his hand again as she stepped through the brush and out into the open. (Y/N) followed her movements and grasped her wrist with his other hand, half hiding behind her body and staring forward at the stranger.

"S-See! It's just us three!" Frank's echoey voice came from the large gaping hole in the ground. The man's gaze softened for a moment and he grunted, cautiously lowering his shotgun but keeping a tight and steady grip on it. He took a step back and then another, keeping a keen eye on the two until he ultimately decided they weren't a big enough threat and turned around. (Y/N) blinked, a sense of surprise and relief grappling him when the man retrieved a ladder and pushed it down into the hole for Frank. Rose softly sighed, the ladder creaking with each step Frank took. The man neared Frank and slipped out a thick device from his belt, pressed the end of it to Frank's neck.

"Your friend here claims you're ill." The man said and pressed the device to Rose's neck. "With what exactly?"

"Cancer. I... I thought it was gone, but..."

"Sorry to hear." He murmured and pressed it to (Y/N) next, the slight prick making the boy flinch. The man's lips curled up in amusement for a split second, only to be replaced with the previous stoic yet suspicious expression. "Boston is that way-"

"Please, we're really hungry. Rose needs food. She needs a proper place to rest. If... if you prefer, I-I can stay out here and wait for them to at least get a little bit of food and water. They need it. Please..." Frank interrupted lightly, voice bordering on desperate and the man's eyes flickered between the three of them.

"If I feed you then every bum you talk to about it is gonna show up here looking for a free lunch, and this is not an Arby's."

Frank's brows knitted. "Arby's didn't have free lunch. It was a restaurant."

"Frank."

"Sorry. We promise we won't talk about it to any bums, hobos, or vagabonds. Just- just please, feed them. The boy is only thirteen and Rose deserves at least a minute of rest. We'll take the smallest portion of food you can offer and we'll be on our way." Frank pleaded again. (Y/N) dropped his gaze onto the pale grass beneath his worn boots and waited to hear the incoming rejection. The man remained silent for a little while longer.

"Fine. Come with me."

The stairs groaned and squeaked when he descended them, a sound that'd grown familiar over the years. His eyes jumped into the room beside the stairs and he paused for a beat to gaze at the lonesome piano. Faintly, in his memories, he could hear it being played. Frank loved playing it, drumming his fingers along the keys, even if the sound that emitted from the old wooden instrument and his singing voice sounded terrible. Bill always shook his head at him and corrected him, hands hovering over Frank's and unaware of the warm smile that graced Frank's face. He played horribly, but only for Bill.

Dragging his attention away from the room, he made a sharp turn into the hallway and entered the equally empty kitchen. He still remembered the way Bill would always be standing at the stove, cooking whatever the garden and farm animals had provided for them in the early morning. He cooked eggs frequently. Baked, fried, in an omelet, sunny-side up. No matter which way he made them or what he added alongside them, they always tasted as delicious as the first time. Everything Bill cooked tasted delicious. (Y/N) often found him by the stove during the day, whether making one of the three meals or simply creating a snack. (Y/N) bit the inside of his cheek and popped open the fridge.

Last night's leftovers would have to suffice.

He heated the meal and sat at the desolate dining table in his usual spot. Always next to Frank's chair at the left end. He ate quietly and savored the last meal Bill ever provided them with before their timely deaths. He chewed slowly and his gaze lingered on the wine cup, lips pulling into a small smile. He had his first-ever taste of wine at sixteen when Bill deemed him old enough to have a taste. Back when times felt simpler. They'd gone so long living a normal life, only ever having to worry about the infected once or twice throughout a month. Most days it felt as if the world hadn't ended, and it was all thanks to Frank and Bill for trying to make his childhood as normal as possible. His head turned toward the window facing out into the street, almost being able to hear the distinct sound of Bill's truck.

"Remember, you always have to keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel." (Y/N) felt nerves bubbling in his stomach as he stared at the empty road ahead. Frank stood on the sidewalk in front of the house with a wide smile on his face and hands lifted into a thumbs up for him. (Y/N) swallowed and glanced down at the pedals by his feet.

"Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel." (Y/N) repeated quietly under his breath and looked back at the road. Bill nodded approvingly and grasped the assist handle, adam's apple bobbing nervously.

"Good. Now, slowly, step on the gas-" The truck lurched forward and halted in a loud screech. Bill's grip on the handle tightened significantly and (Y/N)'s cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Slowly, (Y/N). Ease into it."

"Sorry." The teen murmured, eyes flickering back down toward the pedals. He slowly applied pressure to the gas pedal and took in a deep breath, holding it as the truck began rolling forward and down the street. Frank hollered and whooped, clapping his hands with a bright smile. Once the truck had driven forward and made some good distance, (Y/N) pulled back his foot and eased his other one on the brake, allowing the truck to go into an equally slow stop. He released his breath and smiled. Progress was progress.

"Good, good. Now, let's reverse. What should you do first?"

"Check the mirrors?" When Bill nodded, (Y/N) straightened up in the seat and checked the side mirrors before moving onto the rearview mirror. When he was done, he grasped the gear shifter and pushed until it switched from drive to reverse. The anxious nerves that'd been swimming through his veins began fizzling out and allowed him to gain more confidence as he mimicked his previous movements and kept an eye on the back windshield.

"There we go, that's good." Bill smiled. "You're a natural, kid."

He took his time cleaning his dish. He took his time heading back up the stairs. The hallway felt as if it stretched on forever, once welcoming and comforting now cold and suffocating. (Y/N) changed out of his clothes into something more comfortable for the Massachusetts weather outside and took a deep breath to ground himself. He couldn't see them just yet. He couldn't.

In the garage, he collected the shovel still speckled with dirt from a recent trap Bill had set up within the forest and the wooden grave mark he'd made for Frank sometime prior before heading out into town. The sunlight bore down on him, bright and obnoxious, but the cold air prevented him from feeling too much of the heat. The town remained as lively as Frank had left it after demanding Bill help him spruce things up. The town felt fresh and welcoming, despite the wired fence that'd soon crumble. Years and raiders had taken its toll on the once high and sturdy fence. (Y/N) would have to ask Joel and Tess for some help next time they visited.

In the distance and resting on a small expanse of untouched soil and grass stood a white oak. Its long, thick branches swayed with the wind, almost as if waving at him as he approached. At the base of the tree and nearly embraced by thick roots sat a marked grave. Rose (L/N) had been carved into the wood. (Y/N) smiled. At least someone had been waiting for them in the afterlife. The thought of his mother being reunited with the men who made her last years of life pleasant warmed his heart. He brought two fingers to his lips and pressed them against the wood over her name, muttering a soft greeting. "At least you won't be alone anymore, Mom."

Making some distance from her grave, he struck the ground with the shovel and began the tiresome process of digging up a deep, big grave for his adoptive fathers. He couldn't separate them, not when Bill had made the grueling decision of following his husband in death. (Y/N) knew, deep in his heart, it was what they would've wanted. Even with tears beginning to gather at the back of his eyes, he continued shoveling the dirt out of the way until his arms burned and he felt satisfied with the depth. He dug the grave mark into the space just an inch above the grave itself and used his pocket knife to carve into it.

Now... he had to face them.

"Is there anything you can't do, (Y/N)?" Frank laughed gleefully, a pep in his step as he approached the young man. (Y/N) smiled widely in return and set the basket of freshly picked vegetables and fruits on the counter. Frank studied each and everyone, humming at their weight and grinning from ear to ear. A sense of pride blossomed in (Y/N)'s chest. He'd been entrusted with keeping the vegetation and animals alive, and he'd done just that.

"The strawberries are amazing." He told him and Frank quickly ran one under the sink water before biting into it, the pinkish juice rushing down his chin. Frank groaned lowly and leaned against the counter, slapping a dramatic hand over his chest and tilting his head back. Bill made no comment on it when he entered, only shaking his head and gently dabbing Frank's chin with a napkin.

"Oh, these are amazing. They're beautiful. God, I could eat all of them right now." Frank groaned again. "Bill, you need to try them!"

"Alright, alright." Bill forced a heavy sigh and took one of the plump strawberries from the basket, cleansing it and taking a small whiff of its smell before digging his teeth into it. He chewed slowly and his gaze jumped up to Frank's face. He pressed his lips tightly together and Frank's smugness grew into a knowing smirk. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Bill released a soft giggle and shoved the rest of the strawberry into his mouth, savoring the sweetness of it.

"I bet we can make some amazing desserts from them, huh, Dad?" (Y/N) grinned and turned his back to them, missing the way Bill and Frank's eyes flew open. He began running the vegetables under the water, rubbing away any dirt left on them and setting them aside. Bill's eyes flooded with unshed tears that he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand, clearing his throat and patting (Y/N)'s back.

"Yeah, kid. We sure can."

He stared at the familiar beige door in silence, his hands clenched and unclenching. He couldn't leave them to rot in their bedroom, but a certain fear curled around his heart. He'd seen plenty of corpses, infected and simply dead. But he couldn't bear the thought of seeing them dead. Seeing the lifeless color on their faces and knowing their eyes would never open again. Knowing he'd never hear their voices or feel their warm embrace engulf him again. His teeth dug further into his lip and he lifted a shakey hand to the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open. The room smelled the same, the sweet-smelling vanilla candle Frank enjoyed filled the room instead.

They looked alive, he noted when he stepped inside and looked over the bed. They'd gone to bed curled up in each other's arms, just as always, and headed into an eternal slumber together. Frank's wheelchair remained by the bed, folded up and leaning against the wall near the nightstand where a letter dedicated to Joel sat. (Y/N) took in a deep breath and loomed over the bed. Frank's head rested against Bill's unmoving chest, his dry lips pulled back into a smile. Bill's arms remained around Frank and his head had been tilted to bury his nose in his husband's hair. They looked comfortable and happy. A painless death in each other's arms. (Y/N) hoped he'd go out similarly.

Placing a delicate kiss on each of their foreheads, he sniffled. "I'll miss you." He breathed shakily and gently peeled back the comforter. He pulled away Bill's arms and slipped his own underneath Frank, picking him up into his arms with little to no effort. Frank had grown frail and weak over his last two years, being reduced to almost just skin and bones. It'd been devastating to watch his health decline, witnessing him go from a preppy energetic man to a shell of his former self. But he'd chosen his final day and spent it exactly as he wished, and it'd been enough for him to slip away with a smile on his face.

The walk to the burial site had been painful but the tears eventually dried once he got Bill and Frank in their grave. He ensured they were positioned exactly as he found them. In a peaceful and heartwarming embrace. He shoveled the dirt back into the hole, each dump of dirt feeling like a stab to his gut, to his already broken heart. The dirt eventually covered them like a natural blanket, freeing (Y/N) from having to look at their paling faces. He filled the hole to the brim and patted the dirt down into a smooth mound, using the sleeve of his jacket to wipe away at his damp cheeks.

He had to go on with life now, even if he himself couldn't figure out what that meant. He held the shovel in his hand tightly as he returned down the sidewalk with his head bowed. Bill had mentioned he could remain in Lincoln or see if the Boston QZ where Joel and Tess lived would take him in. A QZ would have people, new friends, and jobs for him to do. But he'd seen the injustice FEDRA committed toward the citizens they were meant to protect and it left a bitter taste in his mouth just thinking about joining one again. Besides, Joel only ever spoke poorly of it. He doubted the older man would be encouraging about it.

Entering the front yard and lifting his head, (Y/N) halted and blinked at the wide-open old wooden door. He had closed it before taking Bill's body to the grave, he was certain of it. His grip on the shovel tightened further and he took slow, cautious steps up onto the small porch and slipped into the house. He avoided the planks on the floor that creaked and peered into the dining room, only to find a short teenage girl standing by the table and staring at one of the paintings on the wall. His brows furrowed and he purposely stepped on the loudest clank to alert her of his presence.

"Shit!" She shrieked and whirled around, the ends of her hair smacking against her cheek as she staggered backward and pressed herself against the dining table. Joel emerged from the kitchen with his pistol held in the air and his finger on the trigger, only for his shoulders to relax considerably at the sight of the younger man. (Y/N) felt his own shoulders deflate and the shovel clattered to the floor.

"(Y/N), Jesus... Sorry about bargin' in like this. I wasn't sure if ya'll were-"

"They're gone. I, uhm... I just finished burying them, Joel. T-They're gone." Joel fell silent, his formally knitted brows relaxing on his face and his lips parting. (Y/N) rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and exhaled shakily, the words he uttered weighing heavy in the air. Even the girl, who he couldn't quite tell if she was the product of Tess and Joel, grimaced and bowed her head. Joel's solemn gaze dropped to the floor.

"Tess is gone, too."

"(Y/N)! Perfect timing. We were just about to eat lunch with our guests!" Frank's words made (Y/N)'s gaze snap up from the sidewalk, breath nearly hitching at the sight of two strangers in their front yard. A man and woman, just as Frank had said. Tess and... Jon? Jose? (Y/N) couldn't quite recall the man's name. Frank had been vague with details, only telling them the couple were from the Boston QZ and were willing to trade with them.

"Hello there." The woman smiled and extended her hand out toward him when he neared them. (Y/N) glanced at the frowning Bill sat at the table and took her hand. "I'm Tess Servopoulos, and this is Joel Miller. You must be (Y/N). Frank's told me so much about you."

"Nice to meet you, Tess." It felt so odd to see new faces. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd met someone new who wasn't a raider or an infected. Tess hummed softly, her hand leaving his to gently touch his arm in a sweet gesture before she took a seat at the table. Her eyes roamed the pistol Bill kept in his hand, keen eyes observing her and her partner. Tess appeared nice and polite. She was older than him but younger than his fathers' with long brown hair and some minor wrinkles. Her eyes, similar to Frank and Bill's, were a lighter color. Green like summer leaves.

"Come sit, Joel." Tess motioned for her partner and patted the empty chair beside her. Joel kept his eyes trained on Bill, a frown as grumpy as Bill's resting on his face, but he nevertheless moved at Tess's words. He craned his neck to look back at (Y/N) and offered him a stiff, curt nod in greeting. (Y/N) nearly giggled. He resembled Bill in far too many ways. Joel was also younger than his fathers' but significantly older than him. His brows seemed to be permanently fixed into a furrow, yet his hard brown eyes softened whenever he looked at Tess. (Y/N) could certainly get used to them.

Joel's eyes moved with the sentences as he read the letter Bill had left for him, his fingers holding onto the paper as if it were fragile glass. (Y/N) watched him, unable to decipher the look on his face. He could see an inkling of sadness swirling in his dark eyes but the rest of his face remained emotionless. Joel had been like that since (Y/N) met him. Hard to read, guarded, and withdrawn. Tess often apologized for him until she quietly revealed the truth behind Joel's icy exterior to (Y/N) one afternoon whilst they washed dishes. Frank had been outside with Billy and Joel, ensuring they wouldn't shoot each other as they practiced their aim on some makeshift targets. Tess, very softly and sadly, spoke about how Joel had lost his fourteen-year-old daughter the day of the outbreak, the day of his birthday.

"What brings you here, Joel?" He questioned gently and his gaze moved onto the girl standing beside Joel, her eyes following along with the words on the letter. Joel finally tore his attention away from the letter and carefully folded it back up, chest rising and falling with a heavy sigh. He set the letter down on the dining table and leaned against it, slipping his backpack off his shoulder and placing it on the floor with a soft thud.

"I was hired to take some cargo-"

"Ellie."

"-to Salt Lake City where a group of Fireflies are waitin'. They...." Joel trailed off and pressed his lips together tightly, another heavy sigh leaving him. He craned his neck toward Ellie and met her gaze, giving her a stiff nod and watching her cross the room to approach (Y/N). Hesitantly, she slowly pulled up her sleeve and lifted her arm so he could gaze upon it. (Y/N) sharply inhaled at the sight of her arm. Old scarred tissue from a bite mark. "She's immune. They think they can make a vaccine."

"You need supplies, then? And the truck?" He forced his eyes away from the scar and Ellie dropped her arm to her side, tugging the sleeve of her jacket back down with her brows furrowed. (Y/N) dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket and stepped around the teenager to offer the truck's key to Joel but the older man shook his head.

"You'll need the truck-"

"You need the truck. I have no use for it, Joel. Bill and I went to all the stores near here and whatever we didn't grab has probably been taken by raiders or normal survivors." (Y/N) took Joel's wrist, fingers gentle but firm as he held him and placed the key in the palm of his hand. "I'll get the bunker open. You can take whatever you need and, uhm... a shower would do both of you some good."

"A shower? You have running water here?" Ellie piped up from behind him and he shot a smile back at her.

"We've got warm water and fresh clothes. There's a bathroom down the hall to your left."

"Oh, yes, please!" Ellie rolled from her heel to her toes and a wide smile broke out on her face, practically vibrating with eagerness. She wasted no time in dropping her backpack and taking off into the hallway, her footsteps thundering against the wooden floor. Joel's fingers curled around the key and he dropped his arm, eyes studying (Y/N)'s face when the younger man looked back at him.

"What is it, Joel?"

"I made a promise to Bill. If anythin' were to happen to him, I was to take care of you and Frank." Joel revealed softly. "I can't leave you alone like this. I know you're a good shot and Ellie already seems to like you. Come with us."

It surprised (Y/N) when the answer came to him so easily. The quietness of the house had already become unbearable, and the couple had only passed the night before. The resounding yes but the smallest of smiles on Joel's face before he disappeared into the hall and up the stairs for his own shower. (Y/N) took the time alone to enter and look at each room, reliving the fond memories he had created over the years until the ache in his heart finally settled into peace. Frank and Bill were gone. Nothing on Earth would ever bring them back. But he could continue on in their names and share their story to those willing to listen.

So, as he helped Joel and Ellie pack the truck, he felt happy. Frank, Bill, Rose, and all the people who once loved him would've wanted this for him, he knew that well. (Y/N) sat in the passenger side and exchanged a smile with Ellie, the girl who accepted his presence without a second thought. He buckled his seatbelt with a click and looked at Joel, the man he knew would try his best to look out for him as he had once done with Tess. And when the truck drove out of Lincoln, his eyes remained on the side-view mirror, watching the white oak tree sway with the wind and wave goodbye.

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toy story

8.1k | action figure!joel miller x male reader

summary: contemplating throwing out your favorite toy, he comes to life and makes your last night before you leave for college memorable

warnings: MDNI 18+, agalmatophilia, strong language, slight possessive joel, childhood friends to lovers (if you squint) no mention of age besides reader leaving for college, l-word drops, pet names (mostly doll and baby), spanking, dirty talking joel, no description of reader, but joel lifts you (1), oral (m!giving/m!receiving) rimming, spit as lube, unprotected p in a, creampie,

inspired by this post , also huge thanks to @strang3lov3 new tattoo for this fucking idea, i love you so much and thank you for letting me rant to you about this idea that been in my drafts for FUCKING MONTHS

thanks to @minispidey for beta, love you <333

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Moonlight piercing through the cotton curtains of your childhood bedroom, dust dancing through the luminescent shards from your window. Two boxes stacked on each other in the corner of your room, your closet’s life ripped away from the clothes once hung in the small confined space.

Wiping the sweat that littered your forehead as you huffed a breath, you lay down on the small circular rug that riddled the floor, staring at the ceiling light. You were getting ready to leave for college, and packing up your life seemed more stressful than lifting weights off your shoulders.

Constant choices about what to throw away or bring with you kept swimming in your brain, and overthinking two simple decisions kept making your head spin, mostly ending with you sitting silently thinking about your answer. This wasn’t one of those situations; you had just finished packing and felt like you deserved a break.

Alone in your childhood home while your parents had picked up late shifts and your siblings were out, the silence was deafening, but you preferred the quiet. It gave you time to process everything. Seeing the stars tapped onto your ceiling made you smirk as you glanced around your bare room.

Eyes catching an object underneath the bed, you turned your body to understand the object better. It was your old lumberjack action figure when you were a kid; it must’ve fallen off the shelf over your window. You don’t remember if it came with a name or you made it up, but you called him Joel.

That name stuck with you until now, even when you were a kid, when you introduced Joel to your friends as they commented on it. Being a “weird name,” you didn’t care; you loved the name.

Attempting to grab him from the bed, you realize that it would be easier to grab Joel from your bed. You were quickly climbing up on your bed and scrambling to the side, quickly sliding your hand down the crack of the wall and your bed. Tips of your fingers grazing the fake axe on the back of the action figure, biting your lip as your nail pulls the toy closer towards the wall, retracting your head a few feet up as you see it closer to the wall.

The action figure is in your grasp, sliding your knuckles up on the cold wall while your palm touches the cotton sheets wrapped around your mattress. The toy is now in your hand, and you notice how it’s looked the same after all the years. A couple of tiny patches of color are missing from his plastic hair, and his face and plastic beard stay the same. Joel’s clothes are dusty, balls of lint cover his pants and shirt, and his boots are dustier than anything. You quickly blow a puff of air, trying to clean him off the best you can.

“Hey, Joel. How ya been?’

Did I use to talk to this thing? Man, I was a weird kid.

Joel was your therapist before you even knew what therapy was — telling him about how you finally could spell Wednesday without misspelling it, How you passed each spelling/vocabulary test, and how the boys at school were bullying you. Joel always listened to you; he was your toy, and he didn’t care as long as he was there to protect you – metaphorically.

Loving Joel was easy—he was your first crush—but trying to explain that to a toy was difficult. Bringing Joel with you to live in your college dorm seemed like a hard decision. Glancing at the tiny trash can next to your bed, you glance back at Joel and discard him in the trash bin.

Wiping your hands on your pants, you looked at the bags and boxes that had cluttered the corner of your room and huffed a breath in annoyance as you decided it would be wise to have your life packed away downstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize how much you hated your fucking stairs. You were leaning on the top of the stairs – on the handrail, catching your breath. Your bedroom was in your field of view; you would’ve crawled into your room if your knees hadn’t creaked with each movement.

One of the main things you wouldn’t miss about your house would be the stairs that killed you slowly with each trip up and down the wooden stairwell.

Slowly getting up from the floor, your feet trudged towards your bedroom door. You were pushing the gateway of your bedroom, earning a creak from its hinges. Your eyes glanced down towards the dark chocolate wood floor with each step into your room. “Finally, I’m ready to lay down in my –” You started to pick your head up, glancing at the figure sitting on your night, playing with a pink eraser he must’ve found in the trash bin.

“– bed.”

"Doll, what's up with you throwin' me away?"

W-what? That one question kept flying around in your head. Not, who is this? Not, what is happening? Just a simple question: What kept spinning around your head?

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was sitting in front of you. It wasn’t a dream, not your imagination; it was real life. Your action figure — your lumberjack, Joel in the flesh?

He looked real, too real. His hair's curls looked fluffy, and his skin's wrinkles looked defined. His clothes looked like he’d gotten them from a store, with wrinkles littering his shirt and jeans and his boots rubbing against the wood. Your childhood toy was in front of you, alive and in the flesh.

“Too stunned to speak, doll?”

Shaking your head from the thoughts swimming around you, you look at the male before you. “What?”

“Got my answer. Can’t believe I rendered my doll speechless.”

Joel’s build shocked you as he stood up from his position; his shoulders were broad, his biceps bulging from his flannel – you knew he rolled his sleeves up. Vein’s threatening to burst from his arms and hands. Your former action figure who walked in front of you felt menacing, like his aura made you cower in fear, but instead of fear, it was astonishment. That something you wished for years ago finally came true.

“How is this possible? How are you real?” You quivered.

“The better question better be, “Why would I throw out such a precious toy?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, doll, y’think I’m stupid or somethin’; I knew y’threw me out. Half m’foot was in the trash can when I started growing.”

The answer was plain and simple: you didn’t want to bring him with you to college or leave him to give to someone else, so you thought just about getting rid of him would be. Clearly, Joel’s surprise appearance made things more complicated than they should. “I didn’t throw you out,” You quickly spat out. “You fell in there by accident.”

Joel’s tall figure stood tall in front of you, his once plastic hand – now turned flesh and genuine, his thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip. Your body was shuddering against his touch. “Y’know your body betrays you, sweetheart.”

“Just be honest; it doesn't hurt me, jus’ your pride.”

“J-Joel, listen —”

“Ah, now you know I exist; you were treating me like some hallucination,” Joel announced, backing up, sticking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans.

“You’re aware that this could very well be a hallucination,” You shrugged.

“Slap yourself, then.”

“Huh?”

“Slap. Yourself. In. The face. Then.” Joel enunciated.

“N-No! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed.

“Okay, fine, then. You’ll never know if this is a hallucination then.”

Groaning, you quickly connected your palm against your cheek, the skin on your palm and face stink earning a wince that you suck from your teeth.”Happy, now?”

“Blessed. I’m pretty sure you have many questions, which aren’t important, because we need to figger out why you threw me out?”

“I told you, I didn’t–”

“Doll, I’m not stupid. I saw you put me in there, now don’t bullshit me.”

The skin on your palm and cheek had been itchy to the point you wanted to scratch your palm and face simultaneously, resulting in you rubbing your knuckles on your face. But you didn’t even want to answer Joel—your childhood toy. Hurting your friend's feelings was something you never wanted to do; imagine how Joel would feel knowing the boy who had played with him since he was a kid didn’t want to take him to college with him.

But it was something that you had to say, something that you would dread telling anyone you love.

Deciding to rip the band-aid faster than slow, you take a breath, look at Joel’s once painted-on brown eyes, and see a soul behind his real-like eyes. “I didn’t want to take you to college with me, and giving you away seemed way too hard even to think about. So I threw you away.”

Joel looked shocked by your confession. He thought he was ready to hear what you had to say, but Joel wasn’t; he was more perplexed than anything. Moving from where he stood before you, he stumbles on the mattress and sits down to collect his thoughts. Joel’s head hangs as you sit down next to him. It was reminiscent of when you were younger and would watch movies in your living room, having Joel sit next to you while you imagined him laughing or getting mad at a character like you were.

For once, the silence in the room was deafening, and you didn’t like it; you didn’t know what Joel would say, which terrified you.

“Joel? Are you okay?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah,” He snuffled. “Was just thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

“What was it?’

“Joel, when I’m older, I’m taking you everywhere with me, no matter what. You're going to be with me during college, and even when I get the big boy job like my daddy does, you’ll always be there.”

The action figure you played with your whole childhood quoted what you told him in those peak years of being a kid and had nothing to worry about.

“I said that, I'm guessing?”

Joel nods. “You were always a happy kid, no matter what happened, always smiling.” You chuckle at Joel’s statement. It made a smile appear as you remembered that he was always there with you. But, you had to face the fact that you weren't a kid anymore; those promises you made to a toy — a mere plaything- weren't something you thought about as a hormonal teenager.

Shaking your head, you snap your head at Joel. “Joel, I was a kid back then. I didn't know that growing up would be so different than what I thought.”

“I- I can't be that same kid again. I wish I could trust me, I wish I could, but I can't.”

“It’s a shame,” Joel starts. “I would’ve loved t’see you grow up.”

“I mean, you technically did, right?”

Joel chuckles, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

The cicadas appeared to disrupt the silence in the room when you didn't know what to say to Joel. You hated breaking your best friend’s heart, but being honest was something Joel wanted other than being lied to. “Do you want a hug?”

“I would love that,” Joel’s southern drawl appeared as you wrapped your arms around Joel, and his arms wrapped you around in a bear hug.

Hugging Joel felt weird but right – a seemingly impossible wish you fulfilled. You begged to be able to hug Joel, have him hold you in his arms, and melt together, being safe in each other’s arms. “M’gonna miss ya when you’re gone,” Joel grumbles against your head. As you hugged Joel, questions began to swim in your mind as you squeezed his waist; it felt like you were hugging an actual human. The way his body resisted against the tight hold on him, his body felt warm against yours.

“Okay, wait a second,” you announce, releasing yourself from Joel’s grip and standing before him.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asks, resting one hand on his knee and his forearm on the other knee. You watch at the skin around his wrist, and the watch starts to bend as if he were human.

Questions were floating in your head; you didn’t know where to start, but you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. “How did this happen? How are you walking like this?”

“I’ve always done it, just done it when everyone isn’t home.”

Perplexity rode your face as Joel’s answer made you think about more questions you wanted to spit out. “So, you’ve always been able to walk around and be so human-like?”

“Yeppers.”

“So, you heard everything?”

Joel nods.

“Everything?”

“If you’re referring to the times I’ve heard and seen you jerk off and get fucked in here, then yes, everything,” Joel mocked.

Heat rose to your face. Joel had seen everything, the most vulnerable parts of your body. Things that you wouldn’t admit to if your family asked about it. “Even when–”

“Not when you were a kid, I’gave you your privacy. Scout’s honor.”

“But, you’re not a scout but a lumberjack.”

Joel shrugs. “You’re point?”

“My point is–” You exhale a breath as a hand slides down your face. “If ya wonderin’ of anythin’ sex-related–” Joel interjected.

One question swam around your mind in that topic Joel mentioned. “Can you fuck?” You question, crossing your arms. Joel’s chuckle sent chills picking at your “tough-guy” demeanor. That nervous feeling rose, making you worried about his answer. “If I tell you the truth, will you mind?”

Reflexically shaking your head, you waited for Joel’s answer. “Yes, doll. I can.” Without thinking, you asked Joel. “How?” Joel answered by pointing at you. “You’ve done some pretty interesting things, doll.”

Moving your head as you eye roll at the “man” before you. “I’m scared to ask, but–”

“You’re interested if I had fucked anythin’?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” You don’t know how to feel about Joel’s confession. On the one hand, you were intrigued by what Joel had done; on the other hand, it made you feel like you were stepping into a zone you weren’t comfortable with entering. “Wow, my old toy, fucking other toys? I’m guessing.”

Joel chuckles. “Y’know your sister’s Barbie doll? Fucked her, Ken watched.”

A grimace appeared on your face as Joel's sudden statement made you feel like the cold rushed in from your bedroom. “Wow,” you started. “Wait, Barbie and Ken can become real, like you?” Joel nodded at your answer.

“Huh, well. You learn something new every day.”

“Blame yourself, doll. I learned everything from you.”

Confusion rode your face, trying to act innocent like you had no reason behind Joel’s actions. “What do you mean?” You shrug.

Joel stands up, his hands draped by the stitched pockets of his jeans, his boots slowly connecting with the hardwood floors, causing you to walk backward at your leisurely pace. You and Joel were working in tandem—with each step he took, you took a step back. You felt slightly intimidated. In the back of your head, you never thought you would feel unnerved by a toy—a toy you never would’ve expected to come to life.

That rush of cold flew through your back when you connected with the side of your closet, bringing your hands to the wall; that cold sensation connected with your hand. Joel’s looming figure had been present before you, his hand outstretched beside your head. Joel slowly moves his head toward your head; you feel his warm breath against you, causing your spine to chill — mentally blaming the wall.

“C’mon, doll. You know exactly what I mean.” Joel’s voice made your breath hitch as you felt his mustache tickle against your neck. “I know what you want, your likes, know what you like to be called,” You feel Joel’s realistic fingers on your chin as he picks your head up to look into his eyes; you watch as he backs up from your ear.

His soft but calloused hand was on your chin, slowly dragging his hand against the fabric of your shirt as you watched the wrinkles in your shirt flatten under the path his hand was sliding down your torso. You watched as the wrinkles disappeared, only to reaper after Joel’s hand moved from its position. Joel’s hand was slow but not too slow, like a snail’s pace, slow to the point where you felt each goosebump underneath his hand — under your shirt.

Joel’s hand had stopped on your waist, while his other hand was above your head as he leaned closer to your eyes. Bracing for the impact of Joel’s lips on yours, you close your eyes.

The feeling of plump, soft lips against yours sent shivers traveling down your spine as you felt the grip on your waist was getting tighter — rougher. Your hands travel from the wall into Joel’s soft curls. You wanted Joel in the moment; you craved him — yearned for him. Memories of you dreaming of kissing Joel had finally come true; you didn't expect the kiss to feel so passionate, an end-of-the-world kiss — one that stopped the world from spinning.

The feeling of silk had flown through your fingers as you contorted your hands with Joel’s hair. Joel’s hands slid from your waist onto your ass — squeezing lightly, you gasped against his lips.

Your heart skipping a beat seemed impossible, but Joel’s kisses begged to differ. Your hands slipped from Joel’s hair onto his face, and you felt his defined jawline and patchy beard; you felt soft but coarse underneath your palms, which was something you couldn’t imagine. Reminiscent of when your fingertips would travel against the painted beard, always wondering what it looked/felt like, at this moment, you can.

Joel’s big hands leave an imprint on your ass; slowly, his hands start sliding down toward your inner thigh, bending his back closer to you so the connection of your lips doesn't break. “Jump,” Joel grumbles against your lips. You push your feet off the ground as Joel’s strength lifts you, chuckling against his lips, wrapping your legs around Joel’s waist; you feel his hands under your thighs, gripping into you with passion; you think his nails may leave crescent moons into your skin.

Cold drywall leaves your back as Joel slowly turns you both around so your bed can face your back. With each step, your and Joel’s noses keep bumping into each other as your faces keep moving side to side from your passionate kiss. Joel’s mouth leaves yours as his lips trail down your jawline, lightly sucking. Your hands return to Joel's hair as his lips end on your neck.

Lips on your neck, sucking, biting, Joel marking you with his lips, your moans kept escaping your lips as your fingers flowed through Joel’s hair like water. “Y’like that, baby?” Joel growled. You hiss through your teeth before answering. “Fuck, yes. I love it, Joel.”

Quickly turning his body, Joel sits on the edge of your bed. Your knees indent your mattress as you feel sitting down. His lips return to yours as Joel wraps his arms against the midsection of your back, melting your bodies together. Your hands make their way from Joel’s head onto his broad shoulders. Thinking the flannel was warming his skin, you wanted to get rid of it.

Backing slightly away, you slip your hands down his hardened chest; you start to fumble with the first button. Quickly unbuttoning the first one, you were on your way to the next one; Joel took notice of your hands and broke the kiss to look at what you were doing. “What are ya doing, doll?”

“Trying to get this flannel off you,” You grumble, popping the second button off.

“Lemme help.”

Joel moves his arms from your waist onto his flannel, smiling at you as you watch him pop the buttons out the loops. You watch as your childhood crush takes off his flannel and throws it over your shoulder, chest hair littering his chest. You slowly bring your hand onto his chest—above where his heart should be — but you don't feel a bump vibrate against your hand. You remember that Joel isn't human, which somewhat shatters your heart.

Joel notices your saddened eyes; he places his hand over yours and looks deep into your eyes, his brown eyes piercing into your soul. “J’so ya know, I may not have a heart, but my love f’you is more important than anything else in this goddamn world. You're one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

“I don't want to live in a world where I don't see your smile every day; it's a reminder t’myself that no matter what, my love for you is the most real thing for me.”

You smirk at Joel’s confession, quickly smashing your lips against his. The tears brimming your tear ducts, trickling down from your eyes, wiping your eyes as you back up and look at Joel. “You are such a softie, you know that?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Joel quickly pushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your midsection and moving your arms around his neck.

Feeling Joel’s smile against your lips, you're quickly surprised when you feel Joel stand up and, in one motion, spin you both around so your back is on your mattress. You can’t help but smile gleefully as he backs up from you — sliding your shirt up and planting kisses trailing from your chest to your navel. His thick fingers grab the waistband of your pants as he slides them down. “Lift your hips, doll.” You do as Joel commands; he slides your pants off your thighs and throws them in the corner where your hamper used to reside, leaving your underwear on, your cock hard and covered by your underwear.

“Look a’that, y’hard f’me already, doll?” You chuckle at Joel; you gasp as you feel his lips press the tip of your hard-covered cock. With each kiss brought against the tip and the shaft of your cock, it feels like heaven to you, bringing you absolute bliss against your skin. You get your foot against Joel’s shoulder as your other one hangs off the edge of the bed, arching your back in pleasure as Joel’s mouth moves down your thigh.

Joel looks up at you and smiles as he kisses your leg. Noticing the wet spot appears on your underwear. Pre-cum slowly escaping the slit of your cock. “Let’s get these underwear off you.” You didn't need Joel to tell you to lift your hips reflectively. You lifted your pelvis, and he slid the underwear off you. Your hard throbbing cock slaps against your navel, a line of pre-cum connects with your stomach. “God, you’re s’fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

Standing up from his position, he softly presses his lips against yours, bringing his hand into the bend of your knee, his other hand holding the side of your face. Joel’s tongue licked your bottom lip, awaiting your mouth to open. Slightly parting your lips, Joel slips his tongue into your mouth, causing you to smile at Joel’s eagerness.

“How do you feel?” Joel questions against your lips.

“Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You answer, bearing your teeth. “How about I make you feel even fuckin’ better.” Joel’s question came out as a statement, causing you to question his meaning. Without warning, Joel backs up from your face and laps his tongue on the shaft of your cock, making a moan escape from your mouth, sliding his tongue slowly up the head of your cock, moans escaping your mouth. “F-fuck, Joel,” You breathe.

“Y’like that, baby?”

You breathe out an answer as Joel starts playing the slit of your cock with his tongue. “Yes.”

“Makin’ sure that you deserve somethin’. You’re too precious to be mistreated.”

Joel must've heard all the times you would complain to your best friend about how one guy seemed great but lacked something when it came to sex. Joel was showing what you’ve been craving for a guy to reciprocate when you pleasured them, but he wasn't expecting anything back; he was just glad to pleasure his boy first.

Wrapping his mouth slowly around the tip of your cock, Joel slowly goes down the shaft of your length, causing you to moan and white knuckle your sheets as you throw your head back — arching your back and snapping your eyes shut in pleasure.

His pace was slow but patient. Joel wanted to make you feel something you rarely experienced — over the moon. Wrapping his hands around the shaft of your cock, his fingers would let go for a moment before wrapping.

Dragging your fingers into Joel’s curls, you slowly push his head down, hoping he could speed up. “Fuck, Joel. Can you go faster, please?”

“I can do ya one better, doll.”

As Joel’s mouth felt warm around your cock, he started to go faster as you gasped in pleasure; you felt Joel’s hand slide from your thigh as he slowly began to tease your hole. The skin of your taint felt sensitive with each stroke of Joel’s finger teasing you; each swipe, each light prodding made your body shiver in anticipation. Your cock has never been in overdrive as much as this — Joel was slowly rising you towards your peak. Your cock twitches in Joel’s mouth showing the throbbing pain that was threatening to shoot out.

Slowly and agonizing, Joel slides his mouth off your cock, swallowing his spit; Joel wipes the reminder off his lips with the back of his hand, glances at you, and chuckles as Joel strokes your cock. “Y’close, doll?”

“Yes,” You whimper. “So fuckin’ close. It hurts so much. Can I cum yet, Joel?”

A chuckle left his throat, a sly smirk appearing on his face as he stared at you. Joel stops pumping your cock — landing on your stomach, precum leaking from the slit. “Not yet, doll. We haven't had our fun yet.”

Lifting your legs, Joel slides his head down deeper in between your thighs. He laps his tongue against your aching hole; a shaky moan escapes your lips as you hold your legs up so Joel can get better access to your hole. His hands are planted on your inner thighs as he keeps his tongue against your taint.

Joel’s tongue felt like magic against you, showing you things you’ve never felt before — things you’ve only imagined happening. His tongue sliding up and down, in and out of your hole, made you want to cum by how much Joel was treating you.

His plump lips planting kisses against your taint made your toes curl — the bones could pop out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs, your moans escaping from you with each movement of Joel’s lips and tongue was giving you pleasure.

That sensation of something feeling pushed inside you came rushing in as you let go of one of your thighs, gripped the sheets below you, and threatened to rip them up. You look down at Joel, looking up at you with a smirk on his face; you notice what is being pushed inside you; Joel’s thick middle finger has taken a turn to please you.

“Y’like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Mhmm,” You whimper, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, and biting your lip.

“I told ya, I know what you like, basically what you’ve been yearnin’ for.”

“But, you gotta let me know if it’s too much for you, baby. I can't read minds yet.”

“It’s it too much?” Joel questioned.

You shake your head to deny Joel’s question. “It’s just right, it’s so fuckin’ right,” You grit your teeth.

Sliding another finger in, Joel’s pace had gone faster. You knew Joel was trying to test your limit; you never knew your limit; you were glad to try to figure it out with someone you trusted.

“Look at that; your hole wraps around m’fingers; it keeps sucking me in no matter how hard I try to pull out.”

Sudden movements from your hips as you kept raising your hips and bringing them back down. Gritting your teeth, tiny whimpers left through your teeth. Pleasure flowed through your entire body — a new goal you never knew you could reach.

Joel would never admit this, but him being the reason whimpers were leaving your mouth, you squirming because of his fingers and mouth, he was fucking over the moon to be the first person ever to make you feel this way.

“J-Joel?” You breathed.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

Joel was conflicted by your question; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, he wasn’t expecting anything in return, but he wanted to know what that perfect mouth of yours felt around his cock.

Slipping his fingers outside your hole, aching for more, Joel smirks at you and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes, you can, doll.” As you sit up, you notice the length that resided in his jeans; your eyes almost pop from their sockets from what you have just seen. You’d never seen anything that big in porn, yes, but never in real life.

Noticing your astonishment, Joel looked at his jeans and then back up at you. “Is this size good enough, sweetheart?” You nod your head. Sliding your back against the mattress, you slid so your knees hit the wood below you. Watching the eagerness flood Joel’s eyes made you feel that excitement swimming in your stomach. The button of his jeans popped above you, and hearing the zipper going down, you watched as Joel’s cock popped out from its restraints.

Joel’s throbbing cock bounced in front of you, precum leaking from the slit of Joel’s cock. In your eyes, Joel’s cock looked more realistic than plastic. You wouldn’t lie; you were a curious kid; you had removed Joel’s clothes before and only noticed a blob on where his dick was now. The veins traveled up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the mushroom tip of his cock. The happy trail from Joel’s tummy showed up his pubic hair that rested above the shaft of his cock. Your mouth went dry in anticipation. It was the first you had seen a dick this big and thick before and so close to your face.

“You alright, doll?”

Shooting your eyes up at Joel, you can tell a bit of worry on his face. “Yeah, I-I’m fine. Just never seen a dick this big before,” You admitted. Bending down so his face is in front of you, softly placing his hand against your cheek in reassurance. “We can take it slow if you want to.” You nodded at Joel’s words as he planted his lips against your forehead and stood straight. Dragging Joel’s jeans down as your knuckles brushed up against the hair on Joel’s thighs, gravity stopping Joel’s jeans when they stop at his ankles, your hand wraps the shaft of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around the tip of Joel’s cock, and you hear him exhale in pleasure.

Slowly pushing your head down the shaft of Joel’s cock, lips wrapped tight, you feel the veins trace the skin of your lips as the head of Joel’s cock press into the back of your throat. A groan of pleasure escapes Joel’s lips as you back your head up. You push your head forward and back leisurely, and you can tell the pace makes Joel go crazy. His member in your mouth kept throbbing against the roof of your mouth. Suddenly, your pace went a little faster; you looked up and noticed Joel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands were in tight fists, his knuckles threatening to pop out from his hand. The taste of salt fell upon your tongue as you backed your head up from Joel’s cock. A line of spit mixed with precum connecting from your mouth to the tip of Joel’s cock was made apparent, eventually dropping onto the ground below you as you wrapped your hand around Joel’s cock and started pumping his shaft.

The moans escaping Joel’s lips were music to your ears as your moans were to Joel. “Fuck, baby. Y’so good at that. Those boys are so fuckin’ stupid.” His southern drawl causes summersaults in your stomach. Sliding your mouth back onto Joel’s cock, a deep moan escapes his lips as your lips were at a quick pace, your hands planted on Joel’s thighs, the hair on his thighs pressed up against your hand as the tip of Joel’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat.

Moans, grunts, whines, and whimpers were all escaping from Joel’s lips, his hands holding onto your head as his hips humped into your head, his cock pressing deeper – causing you to gag a couple of times. Your nose kept poking into where Joel’s pubic hair rested; the scent was intoxicating, causing your cock to leak with precum below you.

Suddenly, Joel held your head – your throat grasping around his cock, causing you to gag more. Slobber escaping your mouth as with each inhale through your nose – resting on Joel’s hairy patch made it impossible to exhale without gagging. Your palms were getting sweaty against Joel’s meaty thighs, the hair on his legs feeling nonexistent against your slippery hands.

His hands slide your head back, and lines of spit connect from his cock to your top and bottom lips. Deep inhales and exhales leave your body as you watch Joel slightly shudder. His cock glistened in your spit, throbbing. Sweat littered Joel’s hairy chest and forehead; you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat from your excessive breathing. Your forehead felt heavy with sweat as you looked up at Joel; he slid his hand up his forehead, pushing the curls that had stuck to his forehead. “Fuck, sorry, baby. Y’mouth is so fuckin’ addictin’.”

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet, Joel,” You spoke, disregarding his apology. Quickly eager to show Joel what you meant, you pick up his cock and slide your tongue on the underside of Joel’s shaft. Lapping your tongue against his veins, you could hear Joel praise you from above. “So fuckin’ perfect, who wouldn’t want to treat you right?”

Bringing your tongue slowly down to make Joel squirm, you feel his body Joel a little bit as you are still holding his cock in your hand; you place your mouth around his ball sack and lightly suck on one of them. “OH, FUCK!” Joel groaned. Joel’s body felt like jelly – incapable of holding himself up; Joel hadn’t felt this level of pleasure before, from anything he’s ever fucked before. “You like that, baby?” You asked. “Yes,” Joel gritted his teeth. “God, I love it s’much.” Backing your mouth up, you stroke Joel’s cock and watch Joel hold his head back and moans escaping his lips. Bending down, Joel places his hands between the fold of your armpits and picks you up from your knees.

Planting his lips against yours, the kiss you shared between the two of you felt hungry, Lips mashing against each other, teeth clashing against each other. Joel’s arms holding you tightly against his torso. Joel was fucking starving for you as his lips were latching against your cheeks, jawline, against the skin of your neck. That feeling of Joel’s teeth against your neck made you know Joel was marking you as his. Your nails drag against Joel’s soft curls as you enjoy Joel’s mouth, bringing his head up back against your lips. Sweat from Joel’s chest was seeping through your shirt. You wanted to take it off to feel Joel’s skin against yours. Backing your head away from Joel’s, his head following suit as he watches you attempt to take your shirt off.

Holding the hem of your shirt, Joel helps you slide your shirt off your head, wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck, him wrapping his arms against your lower back. The warmth of each other’s bodies radiated against each other. Your cocks rubbed against each other; the warmth you both shared was hot enough to blow the roof off your bedroom. This experience felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

Backing his head away from your lips, you notice a look of dominance in Joel’s eyes, which darken as he opens his mouth to speak. “Get on that bed, so I can fuck you the way you, a good boy like you should be fucked.”

“But, what if I’ve been a bad boy?” You tease.

Leaning his head toward your ear. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”

“Get on that fuckin’ bed,” Joel commanded. You listened to Joel, letting your arms go from around his neck, your knees bent on the bed, as you pushed yourself to land your head where your pillow rested, your back collided with the soft cloud-like material. You watched Joel climb on the bed, stopping as he was positioned right between your legs. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

Compiling to what Joel commanded, your ankle rested on Joel’s broad shoulder. A line of spit leaves Joel’s mouth and connects to the tip of his cock, rubbing the spit to lube up his cock. Slowly leaning over you, one next to your head, fingers spread apart. Joel moves his hand from the tip to his shaft as he starts to tease you – making you shudder in anticipation.

Moving his cock to poke your hole makes you yearn for him every slight push into you. Hisses escaped your gritted teeth as you craved to feel good. “Joel, can you please fuck me?”

“Nuh uh, bad boys don’t get to beg,” Joel grinned.

Joel had let go of his length and placed his other hand next to the other side of your head. His hips were grinding into you, making you gasp and make your spine chill. Joel’s cock kept rubbing up against your sensitive tip, making you physically shudder and making your cock feel like it was about to burst. “I can tell how much you love this. M’cock grinding up against yours before I get you pregnant.” Your breath hitched as Joel’s voice made you want him more – you’ve never wanted anyone this bad before.

“Joel, please. I need you.”

“How bad do you need me, sweetheart?” Joel growled into your ear.

“So fuckin’ much, it's unbearable.”

“Well then, are you going to be my good boy?’

Nodding your head, you shut your eyes and licked your lips in anticipation. You notice that your ankle comes off Joel’s shoulder and collides with the mattress. You feel his lips press against yours briefly as you open your eyes and see Joel’s brown orbs looking into yours before he opens his mouth to speak. “Well, I can’t keep my good boy waitin’.” Looking in between your bodies, Joel adjusts his cock; you feel it press into you for a split second. He looks back up to you, “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I am,” You answer.

Joel slowly pushes in, and you feel the tip agonizingly stretch you out. Your moans rattle the walls next to you both. “Does it hurt, baby?” You shake your head, denying Joel’s question. His shaft is halfway in before he pulls out fast. You gasp before breathing heavily. “Damn, baby. Y’so fuckin’ tight,” Joel commented. Once again, Joel slides his cock into you, making your moans more intense than before. Halfway in, Joel rocks his hips back and forth slowly into you. Your eyes snapped shut intensely, straining your eyelids. The pain was starting to feel good, too good.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Opening your eyes, you notice the concern in Joel’s eyes. He looked so sweet, caring, and compassionate; you’ve always seen him like that growing up. “Yes, Joel. It’s okay,” You smile. Leaning down to kiss you, Joel’s hips still rocking into your hole, moans exiting your mouth and entering Joel’s. Feeling Joel slowly stretch you out felt indescribable; it felt good, but you did want Joel to go faster. “Joel,” You moan against Joel’s mouth. “Yes, baby?”

Joel backs up to hear you properly. Before you could get a word out to Joel, one push further in, and you feel the base of Joel’s cock clap into you, which echoes throughout the room. Joel realizes what this means; a sly grin appears on Joel’s lips. “Hold that thought, doll,” Joel commanded.

His pace was faster and rougher. Claps rang throughout the room with each thrust, like an audience applauding at the end of a play. Your hands gripped the sheets or ran your hand down Joel’s back while Joel had his hand on the headboard. It felt like Joel had read your mind at that moment, knowing that you wanted more and that he would give it to you. “I can tell y’wanted this before you even said it, baby. Could hear ya screamin’ at me to fuck you harder.’

“Y’wanted this, didn’t ya?” Joel grunted.

“God, yes, Joel. I’ve wanted something like this for so long, begging for it. This feels fucking amazing.”

“I’can say the same about this boy pussy of yours, grippin’ onto me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go, and I don’t think I want it to.” You bring your hands up to Joel’s back and dig your nails into his sleek skin; an exhale leaves Joel’s mouth as the pain settles in, but it subsides.

“Mark me, baby. Make me yours.”

Your nails drag down Joel’s back until you reach the small of Joel’s back. Joel bows his head, grabs your chin, and smashes his lips against yours, but his thrusts stop. You don’t feel anything warm inside you, so you know he didn’t cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Joel lifts you for a second so you can get up from the sheets below you. Noticing Joel starts to lay himself down, you quickly move your hands on the mattress to keep yourself from crashing into Joel. You still feel Joel’s cock inside you as his hips start to lift up and down.

That time when you complained about only being in one position with a guy, Joel did hear you and was giving you something you wanted.

“Sorry for the sudden stop, wanted to fuck you more.”

Backing your head up, you watched as Joel bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his arms tight around your lower back. Your nails dug into the soft material under your sweaty palms; you could feel the fibers begin to tear a bit. “You like this, don’t ya, baby? Being fucked like the sluts I’ve seen you watch on your phone.”

“Craving to be them, wanting someone to fuck you till you can’t feel your legs no more, huh?”

“Yes.” You whined.

“Wantin’ someone as strong and big as those guys you watch to be able to fill your sweet, tight, boy pussy with hot cum.”

Nodding your head. “Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m here. I’m gonna satisfy your needs, your aches, your cravings for you to be filled with cum. If anyone else tries. I’ll gladly show them who can treat you better and fuck you in front of them, understood, baby.”

“Mhmm.”

Joel’s hand connects with your ass, a hard smack against it; a cry leaves your mouth. “I need a fuckin’ yes, boy.”

“Yes, Joel, yes.” You whined.

You felt something move from inside you. You see, Joel looks to wear your cock, but he’s looking in between you both. “You feel my cock twitchin’ inside you, doll? You want me to cum inside you?” “Yes,” You quickly answer and nod. “You’re leakin’ all over my stomach, baby; you wanna cum too?”

You whimper out an answer. “Then, I better give my boy what he wants.”

Joel slides his cock out of you and lays you on your stomach as he comes up from behind you and slowly teases you. You feel his cock glide between the bends of your ass cheeks, feelings his balls press into them. “Damn, your ass is achin’ f’me right now. I will give you what you deserve, boy.”

That feeling of being stretched out came back as you rested your forehead on the bed. Joel’s hands dug into your skin; each push of his length made your moans push out of you more. It was like your body was in heat — Joel’s heat. He was an animal in heat when it came to you. Nodding your head, you felt Joel’s hand on your throat and his lips against your ear — his mustache tickling it. “I’m so –thrust– close to – cummin’ inside this tight ass of yours, baby. Do you want my cum to swim inside you?”

“Yes, Joel. I fuckin’ do.”

“Then let me give you what you deserve.” Backing his head up, Joel dug into your skin like he was kneading dough; his thrusts were rough, almost splitting you in half. You could feel his cock throb inside you as you felt your shaft pulsating. You knew you were about to cum. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby. I don’t wanna stop after I cum in you.” “Joel, I’m so close. Keep going.”

“Fuck,” Joel growled. “I love it when you beg like that.”

His pace was going faster, and it felt the tip of your cock felt like it was going to explode with your cum. “Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, baby. Me too.’

“Here it comes,” Joel gritted his teeth.

With one final push, you feel your cum shoot out onto the sheets below you, and you also feel Joel’s cum swim inside you. Light breaths are escaping both of you as you feel Joel slide his cock out of you; a squelching sound is heard as Joel’s cock finally dislodges from your hole. A sigh of relief exits Joel’s mouth as he connects his back to the bed. Turning your neck, you see Joel — soft cock against his stomach as you see his chest dip and rise from the breaths he’s taking.

Picking yourself up from your position, you lay down next to Joel, your head resting on his sweaty, hairy chest. Joel’s arm wraps around you as he pulls you closer to him.

“So, was that everything you’ve ever wanted?” Joel questioned.

Nodding your head against his chest. “Yeah, and better than what I could imagine.”

Joel chuckles at your statement, and you join him. Once the laughter dies down, a realization hits him like a bag of bricks. “Y’know, for a moment, I forgot that you’re running off to college without me. Followin’ those dreams and gettin’ your degree.”

“Joel,” You start.

“Havin’ a life, a career, findin’ someone who will love you as much as I do.”

“Joel,” You repeat.

“Havin’ kids of your own, playin’ with their own action figures or dolls, and I’ll be at the bottom of some —”

“JOEL.”

Joel jumped at your sudden outburst; he was looking at you instead of the ceiling. He saw you staring at him; he felt frightened but safe simultaneously. You suddenly straddle his lap, his hands on your waist, molding his hands onto you. “You’re coming with me to college.”

“W-what?” Joel smiled. “When did you come to that decision?”

“When you gave the most beautiful profession of love when I was on your lap, it made me realize something.” Joel awaited your realization, but he couldn’t lie; you sitting naked on his lap like that, faces inches away from each other, he was starting to get horny again. “I know you can never be real, but that’s okay; it sucks that we won’t grow old together, but you’ll always be there for me, and if I do meet someone, you’ll always be the first person I’ve ever loved, Joel.”

A smile appeared on Joel’s face; you couldn’t tell if sweat or a tear was falling from Joel’s eye when he quickly rolled you on your back and was inches away from you. His smell was intoxicating; the sweat mixed with lust made your cock twitch like crazy. “You’re such a softie, y’know that?” Joel quoted.

“Only for you, sweetheart,” You quoted.

“Now, how do you feel about one more round?” Joel questioned.

“Well, everyone will be out for a while.”

“Should I take my time?”

“Joel, fuckin’ show me a good time.”

“Okay, my good boy, lemme show you a good time,” Joel states, kissing your lips. Feeling the love from Joel’s kisses, you realize you didn’t need anyone to love you as much as Joel did, and you were fine with that. You didn’t care that he wasn’t real; he felt he was real to you, and that’s all you need.

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