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#this is so rambly wow apologies
lelephantsnail · 3 months
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Help I'm thinking about how The Devil Judge seems to have drawn inspiration from V for Vendetta again.
✨️the personal vendetta overlapping with taking down a fascist government
✨️internment camps/human experimentation
✨️queer subtext
✨️interlude in a fancy Gothic safe house
✨️tragic powerful monster ❤️ rebel ingenue
I have a feeling they're not exactly the same thematically (they don't have the same thing to say about the world even if they're hitting similar plot beats), but I would need to rewatch in order to figure out what the differences are exactly. I don't think The Devil Judge is derivative of V for Vendetta, but they feel related.
I will say that the queer themes are downplayed in the Devil Judge. IIRC there aren't any explicitly queer characters--ironic since it's pretty obviously a romance between two men.
I'd love to do a side by side comparison between V and Yohan, and Evie and Gaon. Yohan is such an active participant in the fascist regime, using his power for personal gain and to dismantle the government from the inside. V is more blatantly a victim of fascism and has to exist outside of it in order to destroy it. Both Yohan and Gaon seem more morally ambiguous, with their political actions tempered by their personal desires for revenge. We get a little of that ambiguity in V, but on the whole I think V for Vendetta has a more idealistic view. There's an edge of cynicism in the Devil Judge, exemplified by poor Gaon fighting the uphill battle of setting up the new system of government at the end of the show. After the revolution, the real work begins. The ending of V for Vendetta is a bit more hopeful, but also not very specific about what rebuilding the world entails.
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ssreeder · 1 year
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happy april friend!! hope you're well. not gonna lie i live for the drama so this chapter was sooo great ah! as soon as general how showed up..... i knew shit was gonna go down. so good, man
'for the very first time in their life, she was afraid of him' holy MOLY my jaw was dropped for like 90% of that final interaction between sokka and katara. generally speaking, if one's reaction to being caught in a lie is to double down on their stance of not lying....not great. not a good look sokka. im glad katara got out of there to clear her head and go back to aang, but now i'm worried sokka's going to lose his mind and temper even more (is it possible?!?) once left and the realization of how he's treating everyone comes crashing down on him. because he doesn't want his sister or anyone to hate him or especially be scared of him. this one may hurt :(
and zuko being so certain that iroh wasn't real was so heartbreaking....i feel like being in and out of consciousness doesn't help wounds of the mental/emotional variety because memories are all weird so it's hard to make progress. hopefully katara works her healing magic so zuko can have actual conversations for a meaningful amount of time.
very excited for the next one obviously, but this was some good food!!!!! hope your upcoming week is swell. take care of yourself!!😠do a facemask or something. buy a tasty treat. you deserve it <3
General How: first decent military figure in LIAB.
*every time he shows up chaos ensues*
Sokka is such a mess right now its like pulling pet hair off a black shirt without a magic-fix-all lint roller. So he will probably do what he always does and blame himself and sink a little lower into his depression unfortunately. He did realize his mistake the moment the word left his lips but it was too late, the damage had been done.
Katara instigated the fight, but we are talking 14 & 16 year old trauma filled siblings who are used to bickering and probably didn’t expect it to escalade to this…. Sokka wasn’t going to budge the way he would normally when katara got upset and after she pushed a little too hard he snapped.
UGH Zuko haha…. Poor guy. Don’t worry Katara is going to do her best next chapter to help him & fingers crossed!
Thanks for the ask anon you’re amazing!
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scrivellc · 4 months
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Deep in my feels about Alive!Verse Orin and Audrey and their weird potential as exes who have to keep interacting with each other because I've decided Jason still exists in this AU, and Orin wants to be involved in his son's life, and Audrey is tentatively okay with this as long as Orin is kept on a short leash and is not allowed in her home. There's just so much meat there. Also the idea of Orin finally taking time to deal with his shit after almost dying and being dumped for the guy who only decided not to let him die at the last second. He's reading self help books and maybe going to a lil therapy and trying to figure out what kind of a dad he wants to be but also he's not the one who's "dad" to Jason most of the time and he feels more like an uncle to his own kid. And he's reconnecting with some old friends maybe since he knows he really can't rely on Audrey and her family for support since he knows he fucked up bad with her and just hopes to at least come to a truce at some point. And who knows? Maybe eventually he'll be allowed to go in the house but he's on thin ice and Audrey let's him know it which like, totally very fair. But it's a work in progress and they have so much history and a kid so they can never totally divorce themselves from each other even though they both understand they are never going to be a thing again. And Jason is just excited to have twice the amount of dads, one of which is very invested to making sure he sees him as fun and a positive presence.
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lieu10nant · 9 months
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Long missions inherently made for long nights. And long nights made for interesting conversation.
Renji fingered the rim of the rough ceramic saucer in his palm. "Would you ever consider it, Rangiku?" he asked quietly, voice barely audible over the campfire. Even after only one cup, the nightcap he had taken was already loosening his tongue and allowing his mind to bring to light his carefully kept thoughts.
His responsibilities as a lieutenant left little room for companionship, and if anyone could as easily understand the same frustrations, it would be the woman sitting across from him. The reputable establishments in the Rukongai were fine, he supposed but impersonal which still left the redhead wanting.
"It wouldn't have ta be anything serious, I wouldn't ask that of ya." Renji sighed and ran a hand through his loose locks. "But maybe just ta pass the time, with someone you know. I wouldn't normally ask but--" A subtle flush appeared in the man's face. "Figured it wouldn't hurt ta try, I s'pose."
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There was something about sweat-coaxing duty calls, ending with multiple shots of well-earned fancy booze shared between all parties involved that seemed to endorse further means of taking one's mind off whatever conscience-shaking measures they'd had to abide in the name of being efficient subordinates prior. Most of the time, it required nothing deeper than a little heartfelt chit-chat; possibly over a chaotic session of karaoke or truth-or-dare to help suppress whatever sappy, overflowing emotional mumbo-jumbo they would've spilled uncontrollably otherwise.
But in the world of a famed blonde bombshell like herself, trifling collisions of naked skins followed with unapologetic exchange of bodily fluids were the staple of such expedients. Then again, she was the Matsumoto Rangiku—and no man with healthy covetous needs would ever be shamed for their moment of weakness once the goddess' feminine charm had them bewitched. Not that she'd agree to just about any offer, however; she had a reputation to maintain, after all—and surely it was not without a reason that many remained eager to test their capability to get the beauty, quite literally, down on her knees.
"Would I ever consider it, he said," she chuckled; lips teasing the edge of her own saucer as drops of alcohol languidly trickled down the container and eventually down her throat, giving the lining of her aperture its lustful redness back in the process. "I mean, look. You are the Abarai Renji of the 6th Division. We both know men and women alike would absolutely die for a chance to see how far down your glorious abs those legendary tattoos go and watch them dance as you commit the devil's tango."
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Despite the generosity of her compliments, the vixen would be lying to say she didn't find the turn of events remotely odd, given the two lieutenants' long-enduring platonic history—yet his justification didn't sound all that nonsensical for her to go hellbent about giving the bid an immediate no, either. Still, to say the brevity of his persuasion was nowhere near enough to convince her to succumb to her rawest desires would be an understatement—especially when the sight of their friendship at stake was too blatant for her to drown the pleading voice of her hardly-fuzzy morals.
"You don't invite someone like me to simply pass the time, though, Renji...," tangles of gold dangled in matching rhythm to the slow shaking of her head as scrumptious smirk bloomed across her front, "Dunno if you've heard about it, but I've got urges not even that temporary liquid courage of yours would dare to appease."
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pspspsps v.ivian pspsps
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a-bombyx-mori · 10 months
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hindsight is such a great thing to have yet it's also torturous. what do you I don't get to go back and fix my mistakes. I just want to fix things and reverse my wrongs so people are happier and in a better place but no I just have to live with it???
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lunaetis · 1 year
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if you guys think i’m exaggerating how emotional i am with versus xiii content / plot, pls know that i really am that emotional over versus xiii. i had seen the first versus trailer when it came out in 2006-2007. that was 15 YEARS AGO. i had seen it when it was promised for PS3. i had been waiting for the game EVER SINCE. the reason i bought a PS4 was so that i could play XV ( and i bought the limited XV edition too. ) and as much as i LOVE XV, it is not versus xiii. it was not the game we were promised 15 years ago ( or 10 years from the release of first versus trailer to the release of XV ) and versus itself was scrapped. it was gone, just like that.
no matter how good XV is or how much i enjoy the game, the cast, the mechanics, the lore, it cannot, and will not replace versus xiii in my heart. it can never erase my excitement seeing that first trailer over a decade ago, and the bitterness of what was robbed from us when versus was changed into xv. bc i had waited, year after year, for a new trailer, for even a small release of info regarding versus. i had waited & watched the versus i love being changed, and then erased completely.
again, i LOVE XV, i really do. i love the game, the cast, the game on its own is enjoyable, i’ve played it many many times. but the bottom line is, my heart, my hope, my childhood expectation and excitement, was for versus. and for me to be able to get to write ANYTHING regarding versus is something i hold dear and near to my heart. versus xiii would always have that special place in my heart. always. i’ve waited 10 years for it. a WHOLE DECADE. only be allowed to play another game that vaguely resemble the game i had been waiting for, and i would take it bc it’s better than nothing.
tl;dr yes i am really that emotional about versus xiii. i’m not exaggerating anything. thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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dbphantom · 1 year
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"all the people who like Charlotte didn't watch the show and are misogynists"
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Can't believe I just had to see this take with my own eyes but that's what I get for following the main tags instead of my trusted mutuals
#Cruddy rambles#Listen. Yeah. She got hit with the villain beam in the latter half. But honestly? Valid of her#They treated her like shit the entire first half of the season#Lewis included. She was constantly pushed aside and treated like crap by Cleo who *BROKE UP* WITH THE GUY CHARLOTTE HAD A CRUSH ON#Lewis constantly ditched her. The girls hurt not only her BUT TARGETED HER MOM DURING A WORK EVENT#Yeah honestly she went too far in the latter half of the season but she doesn't deserve the hate she gets#And she didn't deserve what the writers did to her#Remember how she *specifically* asks Cleo if she can spend time with Lewis and Cleo goes 'yeah no problem'#And even after getting her powers and probably realizing what they did to her and her mom she STILL tries to be friends with them#And is treated like absolute shit#'she's so reckless she's using her powers in public' HELLO?????? YOU DO THAT EVERY EPISODE???#You guys almost got Lewis arrested because he had the gall to- let me check- accidentally get the job CLEO GOT HERSELF FIRED FROM#But no *Charlotte* is the one who deserves all the hate in season 2 right /s#Yeah sorry I hated her when I was like 7 because I was SEVEN. And then I got older and realized how horribly she was treated#And how horribly the writers took her character and shoved it into the role of a villain#Her character genuinely did not deserve what she got handed but honestly. She deserved a little vengeance. Seriously.#After what they did to her mom... I would be fucking pissed too. After how Cleo was nasty to her after BEING GIVEN A GIFT. I would've never#Forgiven her. Charlotte was so much nicer than she could've been and she was STILL pushed out of the group#She even took Cleo aside to apologize and ask for permission to go after Lewis WHICH CLEO GAVE. And then STILL treated Charlotte like garbo#Sorry I just. Wow. It's what I get for following the main tags I guess but. Wow.#Like yeah sure hate on Charlotte for doing what the girls have been doing for an entire season and a half but openly#I guarantee if the girls did the exact same things Charlotte did it would've been framed in a Girl Power light and you would've ate it up#Locking Charlotte in a flooded room? Haha Cleo and Emma giggle to themselves while they walk away and music plays. Hashtag girl power.#All the times Cleo uses her powers to dunk on Kim I don't hear anyone talking about.#It's only ever when Charlotte does it. Because the show frames it as being bad.#Use your heads guys. Come on.#Yeah she messed up a few times. But so do the girls??? And they're constantly forgiven. Charlotte is never given that opportunity. And why?#Because they needed a villain. that's why. That's the only reason why.#She's held to this standard that nobody else in the show is.#You want a good villain to hate? Hate Dr. Denman. Hate Sophie even. But Charlotte? She didn't deserve any of that.
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youareunbearable · 2 years
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Happy pride/Indigenous Day to everyone's favourite Two Spirit Lesbian (me) and her Grandma (a dyke or trans man well never know)
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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years
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Pondering
My brain hamster, please work with me, WE NEED TO MAKE CONNECTIONS HERE
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boyapologist · 1 year
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haven't felt this depressed in so long. scary.
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rafeysbafey · 4 months
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✮ i can fight — jj maybank
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summary. from past relationships you weren’t allowed to wear certain outfits, jj reassures you
warnings. fluff, mentions of past toxic relationships
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you slid on your black mini skirt in front of the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles as you nervously chewed on your bottom lip.
you were going to a party with your boyfriend, jj, and decided to wear your new skirt you had purchased.
"almost ready, babe?" you heard him call from the other side of the door, causing you to snap out of your thoughts before you decided to finally leave the bathroom.
opening the door, you were immediately met with a smiling jj, his eyes falling on your figure before running down your body.
"wow," he said, causing your heart to clench ever so slightly as you went back to nibbling on your bottom lip, something you did when you were nervous.
"i don't think you can wear that."
you dropped your shoulders in disappointment but you weren't surprised, your ex boyfriend always controlled what you wore and made comments on how you dressed.
you just never expected it from jj.
"you're right- i should change-"
"change?" he asked, genuine shock in his voice as he came closer to take your hand in his.
"i'm just talking about the raging boner you're about to give me, babe."
"oh," you mumbled before letting the words sink in, "oh."
"what did you think i meant?" he followed up, eyebrows bunched together as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"n-nothing i just..." you trailed off before shrugging your shoulders, avoiding eye contact as you tried swallowing the lump in your throat.
you felt embarrassed for thinking jj would be controlling.
"rafe was always controlling with what i wore, i-i just thought the worse, i'm sorry-" you rambled, stopping yourself when you realized how stupid you probably sounded.
jj's jaw clenched as he did his best to hide his anger, not realizing how much of a douche bag rafe was, especially towards his girl.
"you can wear whatever the fuck you want," he said, using his free hand to cup the side of your face, your body relaxing into his touch almost immediately.
"i-i'm sorry-"
"don't apologize, you have no reason to," he assured, complete sincerity in his voice.
"you wanna know why you can wear whatever you want?"
your eyebrows perked up before you mumbled out a, "why?"
"because i can fight."
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motherjoel · 1 year
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arms tonite (joel miller/reader)
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summary: basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother
a/n: yawlllllll it has been a MINUTE but i am back for some tlou cause i just really wanted to write for these characters i love so very much. i apologize if the timing of their travel is fucked, i truly have no concept of geography so we can ignore that.
wc: 3.5k
warnings: just general tlou gore, nothin too bad
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You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. But as you lay here, Joel's hands soaked in your blood as he attempted to stop it from pulsating out of your abdomen, you knew it was love that you were feeling. It was supposed to be simple. After your brief stay in Jackson, the two of you were supposed to take Ellie to the fireflies. Yet, nothing seemed to be simple these days, especially not around this girl.
In the amount of time the three of you had spent together, you developed an unbreakable bond. Ellie became a sort of surrogate sister to you- you’d lost your family when you were just a kid during the outbreak and you never had the chance to become a big sister. At least not for long. And then there was Joel. You weren’t quite sure what he meant to you yet, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die for him. For both of them, really- a life without them wasn’t worth living. Of course, you never planned on telling them that.
The day started fairly nice- with Joel allowing Ellie to make her own decision about who would be taking her to the fireflies. Sure, you and Ellie would be fine with Tommy, but Joel had failed to consider the bond the three of you shared when making this decision. He was thinking of only himself and his fear- this is what you had told him last night after his fight with Ellie.
“What the hell was that?” you asked him after he stormed out of Ellie’s temporary room. 
“It was nothin’. Doesn’t concern you,” he replied, brushing past you as he made his way to the couch where he decided to set up camp for the night. 
“Um, it sure as hell does concern me, Joel. Are you seriously going to abandon us? After everything we’ve been through, after how much that girl trusts you, Joel!” you raised your voice a bit, trying to keep yourself from alerting Ellie upstairs. Those words stung him a bit. He didn’t see it as abandonment- he saw it as protection. After everything you went through together, he never once put himself first.
“She doesn’t know a thing about what this means,” Joel turned to you. “She- she’s just a kid, she-” he stopped himself, trying to gather himself. “I can’t bring her. I’m not capable, I’m slowin’ down and I just can’t. Do. It,” he exhaled, dropping himself onto the couch. 
“Wow,” you replied, softly sitting next to him. “You’re really underestimating yourself,” you sighed, Joel, lifting his face to look at you. “I mean, not only yourself but me, Joel. In case you’d forgotten, I’ve gotten myself through some tough shit. And Ellie? Man, she's the toughest kid I’ve ever met. Hell, she's one of the toughest people I’ve ever met,” you said, observing Joel’s worn face. “I mean… don't you think she at least deserves a choice?” you asked, hoping to convince Joel to come to his senses and realize who he was.
“I’ll take the couch. Bedrooms down the hall,” he grumbled before turning his back to you and lying down. There was nothing left you could say at this point, so you decided to spare yourself and make your way to the bedroom. The bed was pretty big. It could’ve fit two people.
The moment you saw Joel in the stables the next morning, you could feel your heart soar. Before he said a word, you knew he had made the right decision. The three of you squeezed onto the horse, Ellie sandwiched in the middle, and you were off. You and Joel sat in peaceful silence for a while, occasionally responding to Ellie’s rambling to show you were listening. Before you knew it, you were arriving at the so-called firefly base. 
“What the fu-” you started.
“Holy shit! Are those monkeys?” Ellie exclaimed, pointing at the crowd of animals before you.
“Must be from the old labs,” Joel muttered, a hint of interest in his voice
“Look at them go!” you giggled.
“First time seein’ a monkey?” Joel asked the two of you. 
“First time seein' a monkey,” you replied in unison, both awestruck. A smile crept onto Joel's face at this- the togetherness he felt in rare moments like this is what kept him going. 
You soon came across the fireflies symbol painted on a couple of signs, but no guards appeared nearby. You all dismounted the horse before making your way inside, guns drawn. You in the back, Joel in the front, and Ellie sandwiched between yet again. The building you came across was abandoned from the looks of it, with papers scattered about. 
“They just left,” Joel said, coming across a packing list among the scattered supplies. You suddenly heard a clang from another room, drawing your attention.
“Maybe not all of them,” you replied as the three of you carefully moved towards the sound. Your heart picked up its pace- whatever was in that room couldn’t be a firefly. Maybe a raider, you thought, which didn’t help your anxieties. Joel put a finger to his lips before opening the door, signaling for your silence. Relief rushed through you as you saw the source of the noise was just a few stray monkeys. It was only moments later that you heard voices- voices that certainly didn’t come from an animal. Peering out the window, the three of you saw a group of men, presumably raiders.
“Shit,” you murmured, instinctively grabbing Ellie’s arm.
“Out the back,” said Joel, leading the way for the three of you to make your escape. You ducked behind some sandbags for a moment before making your break to the horse. As Joel untied the horse, you heard footsteps quickly making their way over to you.
“Joel!” Ellie screamed as the man swung his bat at his head, hitting it on a tree and breaking it in two. While Joel dodged his attack you jumped on the man and banged him into the tree behind him before he knocked you back on your ass, banging your head on the ground. You’ve had your fair share of concussions, and you knew that's exactly what just happened to you. Joel quickly recovered from the first attack before grabbing the man, a wave of anger in his eyes as you’ve never seen before. His arm tightened around the man's throat, unrelenting in its strength. Struggle as he may, it wasn’t long before his neck was snapped. You remain on the ground, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you look at Ellie, shakily holding her gun. Her eyes darken as they shift down to your stomach. Your eyes follow hers and you finally see what she’s looking at. When the man hit the bat into the tree, it must've snapped in half. One half was on the ground a few feet away from you, while, unfortunately, the other half was buried in your stomach.
“Shit,” Ellie said, lowering her gun and walking over to you. Your hand reached down, adrenaline still pumping through your body, and you instinctively pulled the wooden piece out of your abdomen. You barely even felt it. Joel was silent the entire time, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. You threw it aside before noticing three more men coming your way. As fast as possible, Joel hiked himself up onto the horse and grabbed you while Ellie pushed from the ground before pulling herself up, you now sitting between the two. Joel didn’t let himself focus on the anxiety in his chest that blurred his vision- he needed to get you both to safety.
“Fuck,” you sighed, adrenaline wearing off a bit and pain seeping in. 
“Go!” Ellie yelled to Joel as you began to move. She grabbed her gun and shot backward at the men- she didn’t have the best aim, but it certainly deterred them from advancing anymore. Ellie kept peering over her shoulder, on high alert. If you weren’t putting all of your focus on staying conscious, you’d have noticed her slight tremble. You would have noticed Joel's body tense when your breathing slowed, his occasional glance over his shoulder. His erratic heartbeat as he tried to keep you talking.
“We’re gonna get back to Jackson and we’re gonna get some help,” Joel said over his shoulder. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice- he was excellent at hiding how he truly feels. 
“No,” you uttered, using all of your strength.
“Sorry, no?” Joel questioned.
“Get her to the fireflies,” you whispered before your vision began to blur. Your lifeless body crumpled off the horse, Ellie attempted to hold on but it all happened too fast. The cold snow was stained red, the warm blood leaving your body melting the snow directly beneath you. Joel and Ellie quickly hopped down, one on each side of you. 
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ellie panicked, hands shakily reaching towards your abdomen. 
“Ellie,” Joel said, voice laced with panic. He motioned for her to grab his pack while he placed his hands onto the wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. He had never felt so helpless in his life- at least, not since Sarah. That same shuddered breathing coming from a person he loves- he couldn’t bear it.
“Joel, what the fuck do we do,” she asked. Joel continued to silently work on packing your wound with an extra flannel he had in his bag.
“It’s ok,” you croaked. They immediately turned to you on the ground, almost stopping in their tracks. “Just help me to that house,” you said, motioning towards a house about 50 yards away. You were struggling to breathe under the pressure of Joel’s hands on your wound- it almost seemed useless, you were still losing blood like crazy. Joel tied the flannel around your waist to try to keep the blood from seeping out. Once he decided you were situated, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the house. When you arrived, they gently placed you at the entrance, Ellie staying with you while Joel made sure the house was clear. He returned to help you inside, lying you on an old mattress. You let out a small laugh as you got situated.
“What?” Joel asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. How could you be laughing right now?
“Don’tcha think it's kinda cute?” you asked as he fussed with your bandages.
“What’s that?” he asked gruffly, not exactly in the mood for your attitude.
“Oh, just that I might be dying in your arms tonight. I dunno, feels like a movie,” you said, your pale lips curling into a smile. He gave you a look, pausing briefly to peer into your eyes. You wordlessly pleaded with him to lighten the mood a bit, for Ellie’s sake. He didn't say a word.
“Joel, what the fuck do we do?” Ellie repeated herself in her panic.
“It’s ok. You guys go. Now,” you said. Joel's eyebrows furrowed at this. “You leave, go north. Go to Tommy.”
“Um, the fuck?” Ellie asked. “I don’t know what you think this is but we're not leaving,” Ellie said, frustration creeping into her voice. She looked hurt by this, and it broke your heart. Were you doing the same thing Joel had done just last night?
“The kids right,” Joel said as you turned to look at him. “You’re either comin' with us or we're all campin’ here for the night. No in-between” Joel finished. You pleaded to him with your eyes again, begging him to just give up on you. The two of them would be fine, you knew it. But you didn’t know the emotional toll it would have taken on the stubborn man in front of you. He was stubborn, but so were you. Only you didn’t get a chance to prove just how stubborn you could be before you couldn’t fight the darkness that crept into your vision. 
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You woke with a start the next morning. You often woke in a panic these days, but the feeling was only further cemented when you realized you didn’t quite recognize your surroundings. The only thing you could recognize was Joel’s eyes on you, which brought you some semblance of comfort. When he noticed you awake, he rushed to your side. As much as you could imagine Joel to “rush.”
“Hey, you uh, awake. You’re awake,” he said softly, trying not to wake Ellie asleep in the corner of the same dilapidated room you’d been in for a while now. 
“It would appear so,” you replied, attempting to sit up a bit.
“Hey, hey, relax,” he put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to lay back down. “Your infections bad. We managed to trade for some penicillin but it's not gonna be enough. We gotta figure out how to get you back to Jackson,” Joel said, lightly lifting your shirt to look at the wound.
 You cursed the heat rising to your face as Joel's fingers brushed your bare skin. You’d never been intimate like this before, though this was barely intimacy. He hadn’t ever touched your skin like this- with such delicacy. You were fragile to him at this moment, and you needed to be handled with care. You hated being a burden, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once.
You were too busy focusing on your own reaction to this gesture to notice Joels. His hands shook as he cared for your wound, wincing as he saw that it really wasn’t getting any better. He didn’t know what this meant- he wasn’t a doctor by any means, but he knew this wasn’t good. 
You were in and out of sleep throughout the next day or two, letting the dull, throbbing pain lull you into sleep. It hurt to watch Joel and Ellie worry about you, especially because there was nothing you could do to help. Your days felt numbered- the amount of penicillin was scarce and you weren’t feeling any better. You barely had the strength to keep your eyes open, much less speak. 
“Joel,” you managed to croak- you couldn’t even spare the energy to seethe at the pain pulsating throughout your body.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he replied, kneeling next to you. He only called you sweetheart when he needed something- what did he need from you now? To live? “Whatcha need?”
“You’re special, you know that?” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“And why is that?” he asked, wiping the tear.
“You really know how to make a girl fall in love,” you smiled- this isn’t something you ever planned on telling him, but as you lie there, vision blurring around the edges as the darkness caved in on you, there was nothing else you wanted to say.
Joel felt panic consume him when your eyes closed.
“Hey, hey darlin’, wake up for me, okay?” he pleaded. Ellie stalked over, panic heating her chest. “Ellie, grab her legs,” Joel said. It was like he was kicked into a new gear- he was going to do whatever it took to keep you with him.
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You didn’t know where you were. The walls were unfamiliar and white- stark and sterile. The first thing you noticed was the couch in the corner of the room, occupied by your two favorite people. Joel sat upright, arms crossed and eyes closed. His brows were furrowed like he was having some sort of nightmare. Ellie’s expression mirrored his, as she lay on her side with her head resting on his leg, arms curled into her chest. Your heart warmed at the sight- he was becoming a father figure to her, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. You tried to sit up, failing immediately as pain shot through your body. You winced, perhaps a little too loud, as Joel’s eyes shot open. Ellie remained in a deep sleep on his lap.
“You’re up,” he acknowledged, almost like it was too good to be true. He carefully shifted his body so he could move Ellie from his lap and onto the couch before he stood to walk towards you. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep, be best not to wake her,” he said, leaning down to brush a hair from her face. Seeing him be this gentle with her melted your heart. 
“How, um, how long was I out?” you asked, lifting the sheets to see your wound. It was covered and clean, but you knew it was there from the way it throbbed.
“About a week. Scared the shit out of… the kid,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. He bit back what he truly wanted to say- you scared the shit out of him. But he wasn’t going to admit that you had that much of an impact on him. The second he lets others affect his life is the second he gets weak. There wasn’t a place for vulnerability in this world. “It was, a, uh, miracle that you lived.”
“Oh yeah?” your eyebrows raised. “Shit. I’m sorry for worrying… her,” you glanced at Ellie again as she snuggled into the couch. “How did I, um how did you guys get me here?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but you tried to remain strong.
“We, uh, we gotcha back on the horse. Ellie led the way, I made sure you were safe, I mean, I just made sure you didn’t fall,” he replied, looking at his feet. “Took us awhile to get back, I… I didn't think you were gonna make it,” he replied, coughing to cover up the break in his voice. He was still in disbelief that you even woke up.
“Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me,” you laughed weakly. Then it was silent for a few moments, the two of you stewing in your thoughts. “You know, I think if it had been anybody else with me, I would’ve just died,” you remarked. Joel shook his head.
“Well, that’s not true. You’re strong” he said quietly.
“Well, yeah, sure I’m strong. But I can choose not to be. I honestly would’ve been fine to die if it was in your arms. But I couldn’t do that to you. Not… not again,” you paused, gathering your thoughts. “It’s just… you’re it for me, Joel. You and Ellie- you guys are it. And if I can’t have you guys, well, let's just say I wouldn’t mind staying asleep,” you confessed, avoiding eye contact.
“Ahem…” you heard Ellie clear her throat from her position on the couch. “Sorry, I have a habit of snooping, but holy shit you’re awake!” she squealed, bouncing over to you and plopping herself onto you in a hug. She knocked the wind out of you, and you may have cared if you weren’t so happy to see her.
“Hey, hey, easy on her now,” Joel said, pulling Ellie back from you a bit. He was still quiet, processing what you had just said to him.
“Ahhh, my sweet Ellie girl, how I missed you so,” you smiled, pinching her cheeks.
“Bullshit, you were definitely just dreaming about Joel the whole time. Must’ve been nice, sleeping that long,” she laughed. You ignore the first part of her sentence.
“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty well rested,” you smiled, ruffling her hair and pulling her into another hug.
“I’m gonna go get someone, a nurse,” Ellie excused herself from the room, leaving you with Joel yet again.
“I’m sorry if that was too mu-” you started before Joel cut you off.
“No, no, don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he said softly. It wasn’t a whisper- it was just soft. He’d been so soft with you. “I… I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” he looked down at his shoes.
“Oh, uh, you do?” you blushed. You felt so childish, like you were admitting you had a crush on him, but it was more than that. It was a partnership, a dependency- a loyalty to one another that didn’t need a label. Only, you couldn’t hide the way you felt anymore.
“Gosh, I can’t even tell you how it felt to see you like that. It should’ve been me, you know,” he said, disappointment evident on his features.
“Um, no, it shouldn’t have. Besides, how would we have gotten your big ass back to Jackson?” you giggled, grabbing his hand. His expression changed then as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “Joel, what does this mean?” you asked.
He chose not to respond with words- they were never his strong suit. Without a word, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was soft and it was sweet and it was like nothing you had ever experienced before- not from someone you loved. You reciprocated, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer.
“Yeah, they’re just in here-woahhhhhhh!” Ellie yelled, giggling and running out of the room. Joel quickly pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“That little shit,” he sighed.
“Well, she was gonna have to find out somehow,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles.
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confessing to rafe the dirty things you wanna do with him https://www.tumblr.com/rafebaby/741882748366667776/drunkshyreader-x-fratrafe-what-could-go
absolutely yess ❤️‍🔥 fratboy!rafe x drunk!shy!reader
*soft smut warning*
for months you've been quietly crushing on him from a distance, being in some of the same classes, you'd just stare and stare and stare at him, accepting that you were never the kind of girl he'd be interested in.
now you're out on this schooltrip and you've been absolutely peer pressured into drinking way too much. As a result you've been postponing getting back to your room and are the last left in the common room of the facility, laying down on the comfy lounge set and feeling yourself nodding off, head pounding.
that is until you feel a someone nudging your shoulder,
"hey (y/n), it's time to get back to your room."
you open your eyes slowly and turn your head to the person waking you up. even in blurred vision, rafe caneron is unmistakably handsome. His figure tall against the light. It makes you smile.
"rafeee!" You chant slowly but with unmistakable excitement, before you try to get yourself up but start to feel like the room is spinning and fall face forward.
"Wow.. easy there!" He laughs uncomfortably, as he pushes you back calmly to sit you straight up against the back of the couch, getting your face out of his crotch area.
"Sorry!" You say sweetly, straining your eyes against the light, looking up at him.
He clears his throat before he repeats himself with: "it's time to get back to your room", as he looks around the room to check if there are any people around.
"yes, I know, but it's just so hard to get there." you whine
He laughs again, amused to see you, the quiet type of girl who was always anxiously looking around her, in such an unfiltered state.
"don't laugh at me with that laugh, rafe!" you command him in the cutest way he's every heard a command be.
He laughs again. The beauty of it destroying your inside.
"It is not fair!" you complain.
He stops laughing and tilts his head slightly to one side.
"What's not fair?" he asks with a questioning smile on his face.
"You!" you bring out.
"What about me?" He checks his surroundings again calmly, smirk on his lips caused by your blunt honesty, before looking at you awaiting your response impatiently.
"Your face!"
"My face?"
"Yeah!"
"Why?"
"You know!"
"I don't!" He'd lie visibly, mocking you.
"You do! Don't lie to me! You know it so good! And it doesn't even matter cuz you hear it every day!"
"what makes you assume that?"
"how could I not?"
His gaze that is now expectant and slightly more serious, is his only reply.
And you slowly realize that you are actually confessing your crush on him, trying not to show any expression as you panic inside.
There's a panicked pause.
"I-I do not know, maybe because I hear all the other girls constantly talking about you, I honestly really do not know," you ramble, abruptly standing up from your seated position, right up against his chest.
"oh, sorry", you awkwardly apologize as you bring up you hands trying to push yourself from him but are nothing against his stark figure.
He grabs your wrists with a soft, yet intimidating grip.
"all the other girls, huh?"
"yeah!"
"yeah?"
His face hovers above yours.
Luckily your face is looking straight into his chest so he can't see how red your cheeks have become.
"Not you?" He questions.
You're heart is beating out of your chest.
"You don't like my face, (y/n)?"
He's playing your heart strings. At this point, he's not concerned with the environment anymore. You've got him hardening in his pants with your flustered, innocent demeanor and your soft breasts pressing against him.
"No, it's not that, it's-"
"So you do like my face?"
You hum in agreement, pushing Rafe over the edge and causing him to lose any remaining morals.
"You like other things too?" He can not help but ask as his breath deepens. He's presence growing more heavy.
You are put in a corner. By Rafe Cameron. Hottest man you've ever come across, but dark in his ways.
Yet you're panties are suddenly soaked. The alcohol coarsing through your veins making you stupid.
Rafe Cameron is a criminal, a druggie and an entitled, rich kid with tendencies of aggression... But he is also tall and built and handsome as hell, and oh god, he smells so nice...
You simply can't convince yourself not to give in to him, so you hum again.
"What other things?"
You take your time, actually really thinking about it, resisting to act against it.
"Your neck." But ending up being bluntly honest again.
He remains silent.
One of his hands moving from around your wrists to feeling your tits.
Your breath catches heavily.
Now you can't stop.
"Your shoulders and arms"
He pinches your nipple. You catch your breath in pleasure.
"Your hands." You go on, lost in the moment. "Your fingers too."
He grunts. His hand moving down from your chest to your waist, down your stomach and ending between your legs. So lucky your wearing one of your preppy short skirts. Bare legs. Ring finger pressing on your most sensitive spot. The only thing between you and him, the thin fabric of your panties. You whimper softly.
He lowers his head to your ear: "Do you think about them sometimes, when you're alone?"
You're back to humming.
"What do you imagine them doing? He asks, as he starts rubbing his fingers back and forth.
"This." Breath hitching again. Heat rising through your body.
"And?"
"Inside."
"Inside?
"Me."
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I don't know... Something like that 😇
Thank you for your contribution. I loved it 🎀
XxX rafebaby
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Trailer park Steve AU part 35
part 1 | part 34 | ao3
cw: Fred slander apologies to any Freds
“Okayyy,” Robin says with a shaky laugh as she points at everyone in the booth, going around the circle and introducing them in a single breath. “Amy-Tim-Vickie-Beth-Grant-Jordan-Fred, aaand Nancy. You, um, you already know— Nancy... r-right,” she stammers at Steve’s pointed glare, “so, um. Anyway!”
She grabs him by the shoulders; shoves him front and center like he’s a really cool new toy she brought to class for show-and-tell. “Everyone, this is Steve! Steve, this is—”
“You don’t have to say it again.”
“Oh, thank god.” She slides into the booth with a relieved huff, and Steve scoots in after her.
Despite the awkward tension and that bonkers introduction, everyone at the table does their best to act cool, to say hello and make him feel welcome while they wait for the band to start. Grant slides him the basket of fries, and Jordan compliments his watch, and Vickie asks if he’s coming to the last football game of the season, voice high and shy as she rambles about how ‘Robin’s solo in the halftime show is sooo good, you really should come see it!’ and wow.
Is Robin vain or something? She’s got a crush on a clone of herself.
Steve munches on fries and keeps an eye on the stage, hoping to catch Eddie before the show starts, and the whole thing’s… not so bad, actually. Kind of decent. Almost nice, until Fred fucking Benson ruins it. Steve’s saying something about the basketball team’s chances this season when the little asshole rolls his eyes and leans in to stage-whisper to Nancy loud enough for the whole table to hear, “The Hair? Seriously? What’s he even doing here?”
...Yeah, fuck this. “He’s getting a drink,” Steve says and storms off to the bar.
He’s not getting that drink.
Turns out a tenner isn’t a big enough bribe to get a bartender to break the law, so Steve nurses a diet Coke that he pretends is a lager and refuses to even look in the direction of the booth. Fucking Fred. What an asshole.
And what a stupid name, too, like— who looks at a baby and thinks, yep, looks like a Fred to me? Ugh.
Robin, bless her, has the good sense to leave him alone for a couple minute until he cools off, but then the music starts and she comes over to shout ‘stop moping and dance with me!’ and that’s the end of that.
The band is fucking awesome.
Steve doesn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this: high energy, tight rhythms, a driving beat that makes him want to dance. The bass reverberates through the floor, up his shins and through his chest, and for a second it almost feels like he has his hearing back, like his whole body is a wall of noise, filled with the wail of Eddie’s guitar, the scratchy rasp of his singing voice, and Eddie's…
Eddie’s amazing. Lightning in a bottle as he bounces around the stage, hips moving to the rhythm, fingers blurring over the frets. He looks so fucking hot. Denim vest, silver rings, jeans showing a delicious amount of skin — skin Steve has put his mouth on; tattoos he’s tasted with his tongue.
God, he can’t wait to kiss him. Is probably going to combust if it doesn’t happen tonight. Or like, come in his jeans, more realistically.
They dance and jump and shout along to the covers they recognize, and when Eddie dips backstage to let the band do an instrumental thing, Steve shakes the sweat out of his eyes and heads to the bar for a water.
"Mind if I join you?" Nancy asks.
Steve sighs. This is what he gets for wandering off alone. Robin's still by the stage, twirling Vickie around swing-style to a frantic, jazzy drum solo in a move that's actually pretty impressive even if it makes no sense with the music, and Steve resigns himself to his fate and nods at the empty stool beside him.
They sip their drinks in silence — awkward and charged, old hurts hanging between them like static waiting to strike. "Sorry about Fred," she says eventually. "And- and for me, too, I guess."
Steve huffs a laugh. Appreciates the sentiment, even if it doesn't change anything. "It's fine."
She glances over at him, that journalistic focus etched into her face. “How are you?” she asks softly.
Another laugh under his breath. He thinks about answering her honestly, just to entertain himself. Pictures the way her face would fall as he went on and on: "Oh, you know. My mom left me to go ‘rest' in Evanston, like I don’t know that means she went to rehab without saying a goddamn word, and when I called my aunt to yell at her about it, she said some ice cold shit about how I should be happy my mom left me, because now I can keep the money from the lot fees all to myself, and I said ‘what lot fees?’ and it turns out mom had been hiding, like, a lot of money from me while I stressed out about our budget for months. Oh! And also my dad’s dead, but you knew that already. And also I want to hump my neighbor against a brick wall so bad my dick is turning purple. How are you?"
"...Steve?" she tries after a moment.
“I’m good,” he settles on. Gives the bullshit answer because that's all they've ever been to each other, isn't it? Bullshit. "Yeah, I'm good," he tells her, "and you?"
"I'm fine." Her smile is tight, bags under her tired eyes, and then she sighs out long and slow, "Actually, I'm not. Everything's been..."
Steve tries to listen, but he just can't bring himself to care. Doesn't want to hear about whatever drama she's going through with the guy she dumped him for. And then Eddie comes back out on stage, and he's looking out into the crowd, and no fucking way is Steve letting him look over here and think he's cozied up with Nance. No fucking way. Nancy's ruined enough good things for him already.
"Sorry," he cuts her off, not feeling sorry at all as he stands up and walks off without looking back at her.
"Steve?" She calls after him. "Hey- wait!"
Steve makes his way to the front of the crowd.
“Howdy,” Eddie greets the room, stepping up to the mic with a Hollywood-worthy grin. His guitar’s strapped over his back, the neck pointing to the ground, and he looks so good up there. So comfortable and real.
And his outfit's different now. The denim vest is gone, and he's wearing a cut off tank top. The tank top; the one he wore that night, loose around the arms to expose his pretty, painted ribs. Steve looks up at him, transfixed. Like staring straight at the sun.
“How’s everybody doing?”
The group at the stage all whoop and cheer, and Eddie laughs delightedly; thanks them all for coming, thanks the tech and service crews. He introduces the band next, pointing each member out by name and letting them do a little solo, and then he swings his guitar over his shoulder and says, “We got one last song for you tonight!”
More cheering from the crowd. Eddie plants his feet and scans the room, a small, secret smile lighting up his gorgeous face when his eyes land on Steve. Just for a second before he looks away, but that smile stays firm, and Steve knows the next words are meant for him.
“Now, this isn’t our usual style, but uh… a little birdie told me someone here might need to hear this.”
Eddie strums his guitar. The opening notes of Go Your Own Way ring out, sped up and made grittier to fit the band's sound. Steve’s heart is in his throat.
“Good morning, sweetheart," Eddie beams as his bandmates join in, "this one’s for you.”
part 36
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singinginthecar · 2 years
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oh ok..... FUCK ryle
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