Hey there, Iâm Jay (he/they). Welcome to my fanfic blog!
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My main motivation for making my blog is because Iâve noticed a lack of male reader and/or gender neutral reader works for many of the characters that I love, but also because writing is one of my favorite pastimes.
I wonât lie, I do tend to oscillate between characters and fandoms that Iâm motivated to write for, but I will try my best to maintain or improve the quality of each piece that I write.Â
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- Songfics and some AUs (just ask)
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I wonât write...
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- Yandere fics
- Pedophilia and Underage Smut
- Incest of any kind
- Forced sex
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** As a side note, Iâd appreciate any requests to have a general idea about what you want. It doesnât have to be extremely specific, but just something to work with. **Â
- Clint Barton x Male Reader
- Iroh II x Male ReaderÂ
- Zuko x Male Reader
- Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW)
- Mako x Male ReaderÂ
- Tonraq x Male Reader (Will contain NSFW)
- Zuko x Male Reader
- Iroh II x Male Reader
- Mako x Male Reader
- Keishin Ukai x Male Reader
A/N: Hey guys, this did turn out a little shorter than I would've liked, but I'm okay with it. Requests are still closed, but you can still show support with likes, comments and reblogs. My taglist is open, so if you want to be tagged in future fics, send me a DM or an inbox message and tell me which fandoms you want to be tagged for, or if you're okay with anything. In other news, I'm still working on the second chapter of my The Last of Us fic and the first chapter of an Anyone But You fic that I plan on being a trilogy. Both will be on my second blog as well as my AO3 and Wattpad, so I'd appreciate if you check those out. The masterlist for Chicago Med will be up later tonight and Chapter 1 of the Anyone But You fic should be up also later tonight or tomorrow, so until then, thank you for reading <3.
One more kiss, wine stained lips
I don't want to go to sleep yet
Pale moonlight, misty eyes
I'll allow myself to have him just tonight
Connor's hands felt warm against your biceps. His lips, soft, yet passionate against your bare shoulder. You lose yourself in the feeling, savoring every second because you know that it won't last. "Connor-" "Shhh." You felt his chest against your back as he tilted your face to catch your lips. All he wanted to do was stay in that moment for as long as he could. The feeling of his lips dancing with someone else's was intoxicating, and you let yourself become enamored with the sensation.
I hold on to every ounce of sin
I know he don't love me quite like I love him
He slowly guides you to the bed as he kisses down your neck, causing you to sigh and moan in ecstasy. His lips and breath continue to trail down your body, but you know that this situation means different things to both of you. You want this to keep going for as long as it can, even past tonight, but for Connor, it's just another way to change up his night. Regardless, neither of you cared and just wanted each other.
I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn
This will end, 'til he haunts me again
Just before dawn started to break, you felt Connor moving on the other side of the bed. You rolled over just to see him, even if he wasn't facing you, which he wasn't. An urge to ask him to stay started to rise, but you decided against it. "I'll, uh.. see you later today (Y/n)." Every part of you wanted to grab him by the arm and pull him back in bed, but you told yourself that this was just a situational thing. You just got caught up in the moment and now, that moment has passed.
Rose perfume, low-lit room
I'll pretend you'll stay forever
Lay me down, ghostly sounds
"Oh, come on. You know you can always talk to the guy." You were in the break room and telling April about what happened last night with Connor. It was still so vivid in your mind, the moonlight that crept through the window, the way he caressed your arms, you swear you could still feel his lips on your shoulder. You wanted to tell Connor how you really felt about him, but after last night and knowing that he's just going to move on like nothing happened held you back. "It won't matter. It was just a one-night stand type of thing, you know?" April felt somewhat bad for you because she knew how much you wanted to be with Connor. "Well, if you ever feel up to it, you know where to find him. Just find the right time." April gave you a pat on the shoulder before she left. She could tell you needed a minute alone.
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Haunt the hallways as he wraps me around
The evening just began to settle when you heard a knock on the door and decided to answer. Connor standing in front of the door frame was the last thing you expected, but then again, you weren't expecting anything. He couldn't even explain why he was at your doorstep, but you welcomed him in, regardless. Despite your feelings, you could still be cordial with Connor, albeit they peeked through when you sat a little closer to him than you should have on the couch.
And I hold on to every ounce of sin
I know he don't love me quite like I love him
The night got dangerously close to a repeat of what happened the night before, and what tipped it over the edge was when his arm found itself around your shoulders. Before you knew it, your lips were intertwined with each other's in your room, both of your shirts cast to the wayside, the rest of your clothes soon to follow.
I swear to myself as he leaves at dawn
This will end, 'til he haunts me again
The sunlight was just starting to stream in through your window as you recounted what happened the previous night, remembering everything you did with Connor. You wanted to believe that he stayed this time, but you already know the truth. You didn't bother tuning over because you knew there was nothing to see on the other side of the bed.
Jesse Alphabet Fluff Headcanons | Jesse x GN Reader
Fandom: The Last of Us
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Jesse x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Violence
Word Count: 2,176
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A - Admiration (What do they adore about you?)
Jesse loves your willingness to help and how hard-working you are. Whether it's helping out with day-to-day assignments around Jackson or checking in on everyone in group patrols, a smile always pulls at his lips when he sees you caring for others and pulling more than your own weight with no questions asked, even if it's a small one.
B - Body (What is their favorite part of your body?)
Jesse's favorite body part on you is your hips. He always rests his hands on them when he snakes his arm around you, when you're slow-dancing together, or when he's talking to you before you go on a patrol without him. Pretty much any moment with any level of intimacy, his hands will end up on your hips at some point.
C - Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)
After a particularly long day, Jesse wants nothing more than to just spoon you with his arms around your waist and his face buried in your neck. He also likes half-spooning on the couch with your head on his chest, and when you rest your head on his shoulder whenever you two are on patrols with just each other. Jesse just likes the feeling of protecting you. Even though he knows you can hold your own, it's his way of letting you know that he's there for you whenever you need him.
D - Dates (What does their ideal date with you look like?)
Jesse's ideal date with you would include him taking you to the diner for dinner and drinks and then going for a stroll around Jackson. With the cool air in the fall and winter months, he'd definitely hold you closer to him and maybe give you a small kiss on the nose as a small act to warm you up, even if it didn't do much. Afterward, the night would end with him taking you dancing or going back home to play board games, slow-dance in the living room, and cuddle on the couch in each other's arms until you fall asleep.
E - Emotions (How do they express their emotions to/around you?)
Jesse's emotions always show themself in his actions and are sometimes followed by words. Whether it's how he walks or carries out assignments, you can guess how he's feeling, especially with how he responds if you ask him about whatever it is he's feeling. When he's upset and needs time to process and calm down, he'll speak in shorter sentences and lean more into your touch after some time.
F - Family (Do they want one? If so, when?)
Eventually, Jesse would want to settle down and have a kid with you. It doesn't matter to him if your family is big or small, just as long as he's there with you. He always gets small visions of him being a cool dad and spending time with you and your child/children around Jackson. You'd also raise your kid(s) to see Ellie, Dina, Joel, Tommy, and Maria as their aunts and uncles.
G - Gifts (How do they feel about giving gifts? What are their gift giving habits?)
Jesse is a man of action, so when he does give you gifts, they're not the most extravagant and he doesn't really expect you to give him anything either. He still would be appreciative, it's just not an expectation he has. When he does get a gift for a special occasion, he does put thought into it and asks the people you're close with if you would like the gift he got before he actually gives it.
H - Hands (Do they like holding hands? When/How?)
Jesse likes to hold your hand in both calm and tense moments. When you're leisurely together, he'll lace his fingers with yours. Also, when one of you is preparing to go on patrol without the other, or you both barely make it out of a swarm of infected. No matter the situation, he likes holding your hand to ground himself and remind himself that you're still there.
I - Injury (How are they when you get hurt?)
If you get hurt, it's usually when you're out on patrol, which would raise panic and multiple questions, the main one being if you got infected. With that possibility alone, Jesse would get angry with himself even if what happened was out of his control because he feels at least partially responsible for keeping you safe. You'd have to reassure him that you're okay, no matter how badly you're beaten to keep him from beating himself up.
J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous? If so, how do they act?)
Jesse wouldn't really be the type to get jealous unless it looks like somebody is obviously flirting with you. He feels secure in your relationship, but when he does get jealous, he always gives whoever it is a death stare before actually talking to them. If he does end up talking to them, he'll try intimidating them to leave by asking them pointed questions in a hostile tone while either having his arm around your waist or standing between you and them with his arms folded.
K - Kiss (How do they like to kiss you?)
Jesse likes more private intimate kisses where his hands start on your waist and he strokes your lower back, maybe even wandering up to your face. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair or have a hand on his cheek. If your hand is on his cheek when the kiss breaks, then he'll also kiss your palm before giving one last peck on the lips. In public, though, if he kisses you is always a small peck on your forehead, cheek, lips, or the crown of your head. If one of you is about to leave for a patrol, though, it would last a little longer and he'd hug you with an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders before you or he left.
L - Love (Who said "I love you" first?)
He did when you came back from a patrol. You had been dating for almost two months and you had gotten pretty beat up while you were out. You didn't have any bite marks, but you couldn't leave Jackson for a while. Jesse insisted on helping you patch yourself up and when you were done was when it slipped out.
M - Marriage (What would a wedding with them look like?)
It would be a small wedding with only close family and friends there. Jesse would dress nicer than normal, and his mom would be there along with Ellie, Joel, Dina, Tommy, and Maria. All of Jackson doesn't need to be there for Jesse to say that he loves you and is willing to spend the rest of his life with you.
N - Nickel (Do they spoil you?)
Jesse may not shower you with gifts, but the ones he does give you always have meaning to either you or him. Whether it's him getting things for you or taking you out for the night, he makes sure that you know he's thinking of you.
O - Oddity (What is a quirk they have?)
Jesse is an animal lover. It started out with him hanging around with Ellie in the stables and branched out from there. If he stumbles across an animal when out on patrol, he'll feed it some of his food rations if he has any, or even play with it for a little if he's stuck at a lookout point and it wanders up to him. Because of this, he would also own a dog that he adores.
P - Pet Names (What do they like to call you?)
Jesse's favorite pet name for you would be "honey". He'll say it when you're at home settling in for the night, when he playfully hugs you from behind and kisses your neck and the shell of your ear, or when he's holding you close to him while cuddling. Sure, it's simple, but the way he says it never fails to put a smile on your face. He'd also shorten it to "hon" or call you "babe" in public.
Q - Quality Time (How do they like to spend time with you?)
Jesse loves to play board games with you. He gets a little competitive and loves to make playful bets with you every time. Other than that, Jesse also likes to take you out for dinner and dancing, sitting by a bonfire and holding you close to him, and lounging around the house with you every once in a while.
R - Romance (How do they like to show their affection?)
Jesse's love languages are acts of service and quality time, so he's willing to do almost anything for you and with you. It doesn't matter what you two are doing together, the only thing that matters to him is that you're there with him. He also finds it sweet when you do things for him just as much as when he does things for you.
S - Secrets (How open are they with you?)
Jesse shares everything with you. There may be the occasional tidbit that you might not know if you don't ask, but he doesn't keep anything from you that would break the foundation of your relationship. Jesse's the type of guy to lay everything out on the table within the first week and a half or two weeks of being together, so that you know exactly what you're getting into with him.
T - Time (How long did it take to get together?)
It would have taken at least a month and a half or two from when you first met. Both you and Jesse would be busy between patrols and assignments around Jackson, but you somehow would always find time to see each other. During the period of you two talking, Ellie would poke fun at Jesse for having feelings for you, and slightly breaking down his "cool guy" persona.
U - Upset (How do they comfort you?)
Jesse would always try to talk to you first to see what's upsetting you if he didn't already know and if you needed some time to yourself for a while before he did anything. When he's comforting you, he likes to hold you against his side or his chest and stroke your arm or back while he talks to you about what happened. He's also willing to get or do anything for you if it makes you feel better.
V - Vaunt (Do they like to show off? If so, what?)
When given the opportunity, Jesse always shows off his marksmanship. When he's on patrol with you and/or Ellie, she would end up challenging you and/or Jesse to see who can kill the most infected. Jesse and Ellie would always tie or one of them narrowly beat the other, and it leads to Ellie starting a playful argument and you off to the side shaking your head like a parent watching their kids bickering.
W - Warrior (How do they feel about you fighting?)
Jesse knows that you can hold your own, so he doesn't worry too much when you go out on patrol. There is always a thought in the back of his mind that makes him want to go with you every time you do a patrol without him, but he just sticks to reminding you and your patrol partner to come back if you get overwhelmed.
X - X-Ray (How well can they read you?)
Jesse can tell what you're feeling with a good level of accuracy. He never outwardly assumes what you might be feeling, but he is accustomed to your body language and responds accordingly. His response isn't always vocal such as when you're shaken up or nervous and he holds your hand without saying anything.
Y - Yes (How do they propose to you?)
You and Jesse had just finished eating at the diner and were on your way to your house. When you reached the doorstep of your house and the point where Jesse would usually kiss you goodnight, he started recounting all that you have been through together and saying how much he loved you. You had an idea of where his speech was going, but you still teared up when he got on one knee and asked you to marry him. When you said yes, he did have a feeling of disbelief and asked if you really meant it before giving you the most passionate kiss he could. Instead of him going home, the rest of the night was spent fondly pondering what the rest of your lives would look like together in each other's arms.
Z - Zen (What makes them feel calm?)
Jesse always feels less tense every time that you're around him. His favorite part of the day is getting home in the evening and holding you close to him. Just knowing that you're there and will always be there is enough for him to calm down.
A/N: I literally haven't posted in a year, I know. My personal life has gone through some pretty big changes and it's still not over, but regardless thank you if you are still here. I closed my requests for now because I just have so many drafts from past requests and my own ideas but you can still show support with likes and reblogs. My taglist is still open, so if you want to be added just send me a DM or a message to my inbox. Also, the first chapter of my The Last of Us fanfic is up on my second blog as well as my AO3 and Wattpad and I'm currently also working on the next chapter, so I appreciate it if you checked that out.
can I request Javier PeĂąa x ftm reader please? maybe reader works at the us embassy and they become friends or something kinda soft (and then maybe drunken love confessions/make outs idk) thanks!!!
Sorry this has taken so long for me to write, my writers block has been ridiculous. Also sorry if the writing styles vary this has been written over nearly 2 months with breaks in between. I didnât do drunk love confessions but thereâs definitely softness and friendship with a bit of flirty tendencies. Also Iâm not fluent in Spanish, so if I have made mistakes, please correct me so I can edit those areas.
Javier PeĂąa x ftm reader- Call me
Warnings: Soft and flirty Javier PeĂąa, FTM reader!, angst, mentions of misgendering/transphobia, injured reader. Fluff. No smut.
You had been working at the US embassy in Colombia for a year, working as archivist responsible for dealing with evidence and classified files for both the DEA and the FBI stationed out here. This meant you were useful and in high demand between both organisations. You were relatively young (compared to most archivists) but extremely good at your job, meticulously organised with a system you created. An agent brought in evidence, you scanned the evidence, created a quick summary, organised them by case and by date to be stored away.
If agents needed access to information, they went through you. This is how you met the one and only Javier PeĂąa, the smooth talking, dashing DEA agent with a penchant for doing anything it takes to get information.
He had walked into the vault where you were storing files away, not noticing the manâs presence. You pottered away still oblivious to the man standing behind you. Javier cleared his throat to catch your attention, startling you and causing you to jump.
You clutched your binder, heart pounding at the fright of the stranger. âShit, I didnât mean to startle you. Are you ok?â He asked concerned as he saw you clutching your chest and catching your breath.
Wearing a binder was difficult at the best of times but catching your breath was difficult as you couldnât take in a full breath. âFuck, you scared the life out of me!â You said standing up straight panting. Taking a second to compose yourself you squared and set your shoulders. âAgent, how may I help you today without you giving me a heart attack?â You asked the man.
Now finally composed you actually take in the man and his appearance. And god was he a specimen of a man. Tall but not overly, beautiful sun kissed skin, deep brown eyes that looked into the depths of your soul. A strong aquiline nose above a a neat but thick moustache. Then a mouth that you realised had an incredibly cocky and smug looking grin. He had caught you observing over him a little too long and knew you appreciated his looks.
âI have other ways of making your heart rate speed up but those require a little more physical exertion but I promise itâll be worth itâ he flirted and winked while moving closer towards you.
Your mind went blank, wow the man has got some balls to openly flirt. âBold assumption that itâll be worth my time and energy agent. Now what do you need from me?â You tried to shut him down, shuffling papers around on your desk to get back on track.
âWell I need any files or information on Escobarâs sicario La Quica and you in my bed tonight darling.â Javier smirked at you.
You turned around searching through the the filing cabinet for La Quicaâs file and to hide your flustered face. Finding the file and composing yourself you turn around catching the man ogling you up and down.
You cleared your throat and his eyes met yours. âHereâs the file, what name am I putting down on the paper work Agent?â You handed him the manilla folder.
âAgent Javier PeĂąa but a sweet thing like you can call me Javi and what name should I remember when I see you in my dreams tonight?â He moved closer and whispered.
God this man may actually be the death of you but you were sure he was all talk, he wouldnât want you if he knew. âThe names (Y/N).â You shook his hand.
Thatâs how you met the smooth talking, quick witted gorgeous Javier PeĂąa.
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Over the next six months you and Javier became friends. He was a misunderstood man, yes he was a scumbag at times, but his actions were to never harm innocent people. He just needed information and if that meant flirting and sleeping with his informants, so be it. When he wasnât out in the field and back in the embassy for any stretch of time heâd spend his lunch break down in the archive with you.
Javier was intrigued by you, everyone knew your name but you were a recluse, nobody knew anything about you. But he wanted to, so he spent his breaks bugging you. Asking you questions that no one here ever bothered to ask you, only coming down to see the archivist when they were required to gain information.
â(Y/N) ÂżCuĂĄntos aĂąos tienes?â He asked sitting in your chair feet on your desk while you were milling about looking for a folder. âIâm 28, Javiâ you answer absentmindedly as you crossed the archive to check those cabinets. âInteresante. ÂżTienes una familia? Padres y hermanos?â He continued in Spanish. Itâs become a habit of his to speak Spanish to you, he gets bored that Steve doesnât understand a lot of Spanish and misses speaking it.
âYes my parents are alive and well and I have an older brother. Whatâs with the fucking 20 questions Javiâ you snapped at him while trying to reach a folder from a shelf. âQuĂŠ haces cariĂąo?â Javi questioned curiously moving to stand up from his seat and walk towards what you were doing. You tensed for a second, the pet name catching you off guard and making you a little flustered. This wasnât the first time he called you darling or a variation of a pet name nor was it the first or the last time he had flirted with you. You had to admit he was an incredibly attractive man but he didnât need to know how you felt. You never wanted him to know too much about you, worried that heâd find out you were trans and abandon you. He was the closest friend you had and you didn't want to lose him. Yes he was a fairly liberal guy, he flirted and fucked around with both female and male informants but you were worried thatâs where he drew the line.
Squaring and setting your shoulders you answer shortly, âWhat do you think Iâm trying to fucking do dipshit, Iâm trying to grab that red folder.â You stood on tip toes trying to reach the file on top of the cabinet. Javier stood behind you pressing the length of his front to your back and grabbed the folder.
You felt every hard plane of his body and squeaked at the contact turning round to face him with your back against the filing cabinet. âIs this the file you were looking for sweetheart?â He smirked down at you.
âYes PeĂąaâ you answered trying to take the file off of him but he raised it out of your reach. He was a decent few inches taller than you and now with arms raised high, the situation looked very reminiscent of children fighting over a toy.
âNuh uh mi amor, mi nombre es Javi. Say it and say please â he whispered to you while crowding you against the cabinet.
âJ-Javi please â you stuttered out. Your mind was equally going blank as well as panicking at the situation you found yourself in. âThere we go darling that wasnât so hard now was itâ he replied returning the important document, then brushed his thumb against your cheek and leant in to your ear.
âYou look so handsome sugar, standing there looking at me like that, you donât know what you do to me. I could just eat you up.â Javi whispered, the hairs of his moustache grazing your ear and combined with his words made a shiver run up your spine.
Javi moved back slightly to look you in the eyes. A giant smirk on his face and eyes piercing yours as silence encompassed both of you. The moment stretched on both of you in a stand-off looking at each other trying to anticipate who would make the next move. You both searched each others eyes.
You searched Javier's eyes to see whether any of this was a trick, that he was trying to trap you into making a move, betray your true feelings to boost his ego and then crush you by admitting this was a joke. But you didnât see that, though he had smirked it had softened into a genuine smile. His eyes were flicking between yours, sincerity, admiration with a touch of nervousness etched in his features.
You eyes flicked to his lips and his to yours. âFuck itâ you thought. You raised your hand to caress Javiâs jaw and lean in towards him, closing your eyes.
A cough from the doorway caught both of your attentions. You quickly moved back and away from Javi looking towards the door and his partner Steve Murphy.
âIâm sorry for interrupting but Javs weâve gotta go back out to Medellin now. We need to meet up with Search Bloc and Carillo.â Steve apologised from the doorway.
âSteve gimme a minuteâ Javi responded. âJavs we need to go-â Steve argued back being cut off by Javier. âGoddamnit Murphy give me a fucking minute.â Javier snapped, âPleaseâ.
âFine meet me in the car in 5 minutes max or Iâm dragging your ass out onto the curb myself.â Steve pointed at Javi to emphasise his point. âHave a good day (Y/N) and if he causes you any problems kick his ass outâ Steve told you smiling and left the archive.
Javi turned to face you smiling, â(Y/N)-â. Cutting him off, you stared at the floor, âJavi itâs ok you have to go I understand. Letâs forget everything, just make sure you keep yourself and Murphy safe while youâre away. I need you to be safe. To come back and annoy me everyday.â
â(Y/N) Iâm not going to forget about it okay? Weâre going to talk about this. Please look at meâ Javi pleaded with you while you refused to meet his eyes.
âDonât worry about this. Please just keep yourself safe, Escobar and his sicarios have been getting bolder and more dangerous.â Your voice caught in the back of your throat, eyes welling up and sniffing. You finally looked at him, softness and concern filling his features. âPromise me Javi!â You begged him.
Javi swore under his breath but moved to wrap you up in his arms. Holding you in a tight hug he whispered into your forehead âTe prometo que estarĂŠ a salvo, cariĂąo.â
You hugged him tightly âThank you, now go before your partner kicks your arse and drag you out of the building.â Sniffling and laughing you both said your goodbyes.
âIâll call you while Iâm away, and when Iâm back weâll talk properly.â Javier told you and left the building leaving you alone in the archive.
Once he had left, you slumped down in your desk chair sighing at the situation you found yourself in. On the one hand you were incredibly happy, you liked Javi, heâd become an incredibly close friend. You chatted every day when he was at the embassy and went out for drinks and talked the night away about life back home and your respective interests. But at the same time you were incredibly anxious, you knew that before anything could progress to the next step you would need to sit Javier down and explain everything to him and come out. And thatâs what worried you most that once he knew, heâd leave you on your own again. That youâd be more lonely when that happened than before he came into your life and lit it up in colour. You could deal with harsh remarks but if you were left again you knew youâd be crushed.
But you knew it had to be done it wasnât fair on either of you, so you resigned yourself to that fact and continued on with your day albeit less happy than when it started.
Give Javi his due he did call the first night he had got to Medellin from his apartment. You had spoken about how your days had gone and his flight while you were eating dinner and he was no doubtably drinking a glass of whisky. He promised that when he was back you both talk about everything and make up for having to leave without discussing the situation. You had reassured him everything was ok and made him promise again to stay safe, take care of himself and make sure he didnât just have a liquid alcohol diet while he was out there. Youâd both laughed at that and said your respective good nights.
Javier had been gone for about a week when he called again on a Tuesday night. âHey Javi is everything okay?â You asked, a little concerned to be hearing from him.
âYeah everything is fine, me and Steve are coming back to BogotĂĄ on Thursday afternoon. Bureaucracy shit and meetings. But this means weâll be back till at least Monday.â The agent explained sounding a mixture of exasperated at having to deal with the embassy but also happy to be back for a while.
âThatâs great Javi, itâll be nice to have you back, works been pretty boring without you there to annoy me.â You teased him, but work had genuinely been less fun since he left this time round.
âMe? Annoying? I think you must be mistaking me for Agent Murphyâ Javi laughed in response to your teasing. âOh of course thatâs right, Iâm so terribly mistaken Agent PeĂąa. I do apologise.â You apologised and both started chuckling for a while.
âBut seriously it will be nice to see you. Iâll see you at lunch in Friday to catch up.â You genuinely told him. âWell about that, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner on Thursday evening so we can talk about everything. As long as thatâs ok with you?â He asked shyly.
âYeah of course Javi, meet me in the archive after you finish up and we can go straight from work.â You answered him after a few seconds pause. You were nervous about how it would all go but reserved faith in the man and your relationship with him.
He responded to you happily telling you heâll book a table for you both at his favourite restaurant heâs been meaning to take you to. You both spoke about your day before making your respective goodnights. You both were nervous and excited for 2 nights time, to see each other to discuss everything over and talk about your next steps.
The next morning you got up and readied yourself for work. You drove to the embassy and busied yourself with work most of the day. DEA and FBI agents occasionally coming in to request files on suspects regarding a variety of different cases from communists living out in the jungle to homicide suspects. Your day was relatively busy with dispensing and collecting old and new evidence to and from agents which you archived safely away.
By 5pm you were done for the day, feeling as though the day had gone incredibly quick. You were thinking to yourself about how in 24 hours Javi would be back and you would be going to dinner with him almost like a date. You smiled at thoughts of the future if everything went well the next evening as you left the embassy and made your way towards the car.
That evening the sun had already set and was fairly dark as agents, secretaries and other embassy workers left for the evening. You were still in your own head that it took you a second to process the sound of the first bullet being fired.
Once you started to process the first sound and the background noise of panic and screaming alongside other shots from assailants and agents, you didnât have enough time to make your way back inside for safety.
As you started to make your way back towards the building, another two shots rang out. Blinding and searing pain rushed through your shoulder and collar bone as the first bullet hit you in the shoulder blade. Then you gasped and dropped down to the ground as you were shot in the back feeling the bullet rip through and out of your abdomen.
You collapsed and your vision dimmed with Javiâs name on your lips. You were sure this was how you end.
Flashes of pain, white lights, screams, crowding medics was all you remembered before everything went dark again. You didnât know what had happened or if you they got to you on time. Were you dead? You didnât feel dead, but you didnât necessarily feel alive, there was only darkness at the moment and the flashes of your memory. Did they call your family? Itâd take them a day or two to get out here to see you. Did you have that long?
What day was it? You remembered it was a Wednesday evening when everything went down. Was it Wednesday still? Or was it Thursday? You thought more to yourself about what youâd supposed to be doing on Thursday. You remembered you were supposed to be having a dinner with Javier.
Shit Javi. You started to think about poor Javi, not knowing where you were, expecting you to be in the archive waiting for him. Did they call him? Or did he find out when he went to work? You told him to be careful and look how you ended up. You hoped he was okay. You needed him to be okay. Javier PeĂąa, your Javi, your best friend and the man you loved so dearly needed to be okay.
Your eyes slowly blinked open and you squinted against the white lights of the hospital room. Monitors beeping and low sound of snoring came from beside you. Focussing your eyes you looked around the room, Javier was holding your hand fast asleep with little snores coming from him.
Your dad was sat on the opposite side to Javier and had noticed you had woken up. âThank god youâre ok.â He whispered before kissing your head. âHey Dad, whereâs mum? And how long has Javi been here?â You asked you father quietly smiling while looking at the passed out man beside you. You wanted to be quiet in fear of waking him.
âMum is getting us some food and drink and he was here before we arrived. Supposedly when you got brought in, in between the screaming from the pain youâd begged them to call us aswell as him. When we arrived we didnât know he was and wanted him to leave but he refused, he was so upset and he didnât want to leave you.â Your dad explained calmly.
âHow long have I been out for?â You asked. âItâs Saturday so a couple of days, you had surgery to repair the abdominal bleeding as you lost a lot of blood and another surgery to put a plate on your collar bone. And he knows about you.â Your dad answered referring to Javi for the last bit.
When you realised what he was referring to you, you silently cried. âHow did he find out?â You asked him while tears fell from your eyes. âThe surgeons kept calling you miss and he kept sticking up for you. So when we were here and eventually ended up talking we explained everything to him, just to avoid screaming matches in the hall. Didnât stop him, made sure that all the doctors and surgeons called you by the correct name. Heâs a very good man, he loves you, you know.â Your dad had held your hand throughout his talk. You squeezed both hands which stirred Javi awake.
â(Y/N)! Youâre awakeâ Javi called out to you smiling and moving to pull you into a big hug.
âOw Javi, careful Iâm still injured. Dad could you give us a few minutes.â You asked your father to which he smiled and left the room.
âIâm sorry I should be more careful Iâm just so happy youâre awake. You had me worried sick. I got the call Wednesday night and I got on the first plane. Iâm so sorry I wasnât there to protect you.â He lamented.
âJavi, I donât need you to protect me and you wouldnât have been able to do anything different. Multiple people were there and some got hurt. But they got me here and Iâm safe. Iâm ok. But thank you for sticking up for me while I was out cold. My dad told me what you did.â You reassured him, wiping his cheeks as some tears made their way down his face.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He sniffled out the question, holding onto the hand on his cheek and the one in your lap.
âI was going to at our dinner, I wanted to tell you so you had all of the information before you decided if you still wanted to talk about the next steps of our relationship. I didnât tell you before because I was worried I would lose you. Your my best friend first and foremost Javi, I can deal with someone not wanting to be in a romantic relationship after they find out but the thought of losing you and our friendship crushed me. I was worried youâd leave meâ you confided in him.
He leant forward and kissed your forehead whispering, âIâd never leave you, apart from Murphy youâre my best friend to. I can talk with you about anything, I can confide in you. Youâve made me laugh more in 6 months than in the entire time Iâve been out in Colombia. And when I got that call I was so worried I was going to lose you. I knew I loved you that day I left, but I wanted to talk to you about everything first. Then I nearly lost you and I realised how much I love you. And finding out about you doesnât change any of that. Finding out showed me how strong you really are and showed me that youâd be the man I will always love. I love you for you (Y/N). â
With these words you realised how deeply in love with him you really were. âJavier PeĂąa, I love you so much tooâ you said before kissing him gently with all the love you had for him.
Yes you may be in a hospital bed after being shot, but you felt the most alive you had in years. Your best friend, the enigmatic Javier PeĂąa now knew about you, accepted you and loved you. He stuck up for you at your most vulnerable and unable to fight for yourself. You loved him and he loved you. And once you could go home you both could move on with the next step of your relationship and lives. And that was the most beautiful thing.
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Well, let's hazard a guess. Maybe he saw what his shitty "fans" were getting up to.
If I've left anything out, please dm me. And if you'd like to threaten me, my receipts are all in orderđ
What have Pedro Pascal's shitty "fans" done in this fandom?
Stalked him and used it for clout in order to gather more information.
Tracked his and his friends' activity. The person got blocked by the friend and used the news for clout. Mega lols all round on that one, notđ. It gave them something to talk about on their trip, I guessđ¤ˇââď¸ They were quiet after, though, right?!
Created a private group chat and used it to gather information on his whereabouts.
Moved in order to be closer to his house. When he mentioned he moved, they openly enquired about moving to a neighbourhood close to his new place.
Supported a friends project and made themselves the biggest donor yet publicly complained about their financial situation. Weird, right?! The friend was going through a really tough time. The fans used the access they gained to the friend to manipulate the friend into giving them access to him. The friend closed their project.
Made professional moves in order to work with another one of his friends in order to gain access to him.
Bullied and harassed another fan for having limited access to him. They then doxxed the victims' family members' funeral. When they were called out and tried to defend themselves, they were caught owning an account that had supported the harassing messages.
Stole photos from independent photographers and shared as their own, which he then shared so the photographer got paid.
Shared a stolen photo of him and another actor so he was forced to share his own so he owned the narrative.
Had multiple genuine fan accounts deleted and suspended out of hate and jealousy.
Sent d**th threats to other fan accounts.
That would definitely put me off going online. No wonder he went quiet.
I'd like to add that I was a total scumbag too once. Checked his personal info, thinking it was ok to do so out of interest. I shared bits and pieces because I didn't realise the ripple effect. Then I realised his info was being traded for people's personal gain. People were being manipulated into providing more and more. People were being ripped off for someone selling pics without a licence (you know who). I stopped. I made amends. I know I made a difference, so thank you to everyone who has helped right the wrongs.
Thank you to the people who helped provide tips.
Thank you to the people who had their lives affected but still stuck around to keep the good in the fandom.
Thank you to the people who listened.
Thank you to the people who took action when required.
Thank you to Pedrođ
And a giant fuck you to the ppl who are still doing that shit and negatively affecting people's lives, including Pedro's and his friends' and family's.
It genuinely blows my mind how messed up some people can be and the lengths theyâll go to because they feel just that entitled. As someone who has been and continues to be inspired by Pedro not only for fic writing but for aspects of my daily life, it legit makes me feel embarrassed to share a fandom space with people who do things that are just so fucked up.Â
To @pedropascalunofficialâ, props to you for realizing your mistakes and making the effort to correct them. To Pedro himself, thank you for being not only an inspiration but an amazing person, Iâm wishing you, your friends, and your family nothing but the best. To other fans, thank you for making me feel like I belong in this community and honestly making it feel like a second home. And to the people who still do and/or agree with this fucked up shit, I sincerely hope you realize that youâre the problem and seek help.
âđđđŁđđđ: Javier PeĂąa Ă Male Reader.
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đđŚđđđđŁđŞ: You had been working for the MedellĂn cartel from the United States for a long time, until the war against the cartel reached another lever of violence and your boss Pablo Escobar ordered you to move to Colombia. When you arrived, you met an interesting man that would cause a war of feelings inside you.
đđđŁđđđđđ¤: spoilers for narcos, angst, mentions of drug, mentions of war, mentions of death, threatening, swearing, mentions of unholy places (yknow what i mean), mentions of making love (but like, with no love), subtle mentions of homophobe society, no physical descriptios of reader (only said that its a boy), no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).
đ¸/â: oh boy did it hurt to write this. didnt want it to go this way at first but i just kept writing and damn, i love what i wrote. sorry for yall, really. i promise next fic is gonna be much, much less heartbreaking. anyway, hope you enjoy this!
It happened. You told yourself it wouldn't. But it did. And you were so fucked up.
You had known Javier PeĂąa for some months. With the war against the drugs and the cartels going, everyone knew everyone. That was something you learned fast when you moved to Colombia. The very day you arrived, you were already being tracked by everyone in town, including the kids. Still, you tried to keep it on the low.
You had moved to Colombia as an order from your boss. Of course, and like everyone else was in that time, you were involved in drug activities, and were working for the MedellĂn cartel from the United States. Your job was as simple as keeping track of the extradited drugsters that got to the States from the cartel and visited them once in a while, informed them of the current situation in the cartel âof course, in secret code so the cops wouldn't get any of that informationâ, and you kept sending money into their bank accounts for whatever purposes they wanted to give it when they got out from jail or whatever. At least it had been as simple as that, until your boss, Pablo Escobar, ordered you to move to Colombia. As you had heard âfrom Escobar himself, the news and all the rumorsâ, the war against drugs had gone to another level. You assumed that was why Escobar wanted you in Colombia, perhaps looking for that some extra backup you could give him and his men when they fucked up. Whatever it was, you just did what you did best: obey without questions. And the day right after Escobar told you to come to Colombia, you were already unpacking your baggage in your new appartment.
Of course, and as you expected, you had received orders that very day. Your new job consisted of organising the drug deliveries and making sure the were done just in time, and counting the money in case someone had to go take care of the fuckers that tried to trick Escobar. Soon, you were involved in most of his important plans, too. He had said that it was an... ascension for doing your job well.Â
That's how you became one of his right hand men, too. You became as close to him as Quica and LimĂłn, who you also became close to. Soon enough, the three of you were eating, drinking, partying and getting high together when Escobar didn't need you. You even went to brothels together every now and then, when you had a night to rest from all the drug war thing.
It was one of those free nights in a brothel when you had met him for the first time.
You saw him walking out of one of the brothel's rooms, still fixing his belt over his pants and with a lit cigarette positioned between his lips.Â
Those so good-looking lips.
You stood staring at him for a couple of seconds, checking him out. He didn't seem to notice you looking at him until he got out of the brothel, when he glanced at you for a moment. That little glance was enough to make your heart flutter. You hadn't given it much importance then, and just continued your night at the brothel with some random girl.
Or at least you hadn't given it much importance until you met him again.
It was another one of your free nights. That time, though, you had decided to give Quica and LimĂłn some space for themselves at the brothel while you just went to some bar and had a drink. You didn't have much time alone with yourself since you came to Colombia, and you wanted to spend some time relaxing and having a chat with your inner thoughts. But it turned out, that night you weren't able to spend alone time either.
The same man you had seen getting out of the brothel some weeks ago sat next to you at the bar. He called you "the guy that was looking at him when he got out of the brothel", which was kind of embarrassing. Though you didn't give much importance to anything about that conversation either when he got out his DEA agent badge and said that he knew who you were. Of course you were somewhat scared at first, he had the authority to take you to jail or even extradite you right there and then.Â
But he didn't.
Instead, he tried to convince you to help him stop the drug war. He named some of the men he and his partners at the DEA had lost those last years because of the war against the MedellĂn cartel, and he numbered all the innocent deaths and every battle they had to fight only so it could result in more innocent people dead. Then he threatened you, saying he'd send you back to the States as one of those extradited drugsters you had been working for not so long ago, if you didn't help him. He knew you were close to Escobar and his other right hand men, and he wanted to get from you as much information as posible.
You felt some pity for the man. He seemed a bit desperate, asking someone as you to help him get Escobar. And you felt bad because of how he looked when he named all the people he had lost because of his stupidity and desperation to do so. And you didn't want to be extradited either âdeath didn't scare you, but going to jail in the States did.
So you agreed.
You started giving PeĂąa every information he asked from you. You told him everything Escobar and his family and men did, everywhere they went, all of their plans... You gave him all the information you had access to, which was basically all of it. And after some time of being his informant, you saw how much danger you were putting yourself at. Way too much danger to risk your life just for the money PeĂąa gave you in exchange for all the information.
That's how you realized you weren't just doing it for the money anymore. You were doing it for him.
And it was weird. It hurt.
You met him every free night you had to update him about everything going on. And that's just how it worked: you met, you gave him the information, and he headed off to get more of whatever other intel he could gather from someone else, who were usually sluts from some fancy brothel he liked. Watching him going to see and fuck one of those sluts he called informants made you jealous, something you couldn't believe.
It kept going like that for a while, though soon, Quica and LimĂłn started to suspect. You weren't as close to them as you had been before the night you talked with PeĂąa. You kept telling them it was fine, that there was nothing wrong and you were just having a bunch of bad days. And it seemed to work.
Until one day, Escobar called you so he could have a private chat with you.
He said Quica and LimĂłn had told him about you being off, not present, and distant with them. He said you were not focused on your job anymore. And he said that you were taking many breaks to go to the bathroom, and way too many free nights. Unfortunately for you, he was joking when he said he blamed it on some girl you were spending time with.
And then, he threatened you.
It was official. Your life was in serious danger. Your own boss had threatened you.
That night you went home shitting your pants. For the first time in the many years you had been working in the drug business, you were scared. And it was all his fault.
You pulled your phone out and messaged him, telling him you needed to see him and talk to him immediately. He showed up in your house shortly after, giving you a hurried "Is everythin' okay?".
"We have a problem. I have a problem and if we don't do something, so do you", you looked at him with a mix of anger and fear.
"Okay, okay, calm down. What's wrong?"
"Quica and LimĂłn know. Escobar knows. And he said he'd kill me if I don't go watching my back from now on", you saw him looking at the ground with a slight frown on his brow, as if he was thinking of what to do.
"Alright, we do have a problem", was all he said.
"You gotta fucking help me, PeĂąa".
"Fine, uh...", he thought for a couple of seconds. And for a moment, it seemed like he had an idea. "If you can wait a couple days, I'll get you a passport to the States or somethin'...".
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'll be dead before you can get the passport. And Escobar will have men in the States to kill me when I get there anyway. I can't go back", you sighed, trying to find a solution for yourself.
"Stay at my place, or Steve's. His wife can help you. We'll protect you".
"Oh, will you? 'Cause really, I love the way you've been protecting me as your informant. You've protected me so fucking good that my boss found out about me and even my own friends want to end my life now", you spat at him. "So yeah, you've been doing a great shit job at protecting me, Javier".
That moment, the world seemed to stop. PeĂąa looked at you with a mix of anger and shock âthough it seemed more angry than anything else. It was then that you realized that you had, for the first time, called him by his name.
"PeĂąa", he said with a stern expression.
"Really? After all this, you're mad that I use your name?", you sighed. You were actually nervous âeven afraidâ about what would happen now, since he seemed more serious and angry than anything you had ever seen on him. "Look, justâ".
"You don't get to call me that. What made you think you could?", he gave you another hard look.
"I don't know, it just came outâ".
"You don't get to call me that".
He stood looking at you with his eyes burning with anger. You had never been so afraid of how someone looked at you ânot even with Escobarâ until that very moment.
"I'm sorry", was all you said, trying to match his seriousness. "I didn't think you'd be this mad".
He walked up to you all silent and still looking angry as hell. Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sight of how he towered over you, making you feel weak at the knees.
"No way", he smiled sarcastically. "I'm gonna tell you somethin' and I need you to pay attention, boy", you gulped at his words, scared of what he would say. "You're not one of those whores I fuck to get info from. You're doin' this for money, and I'm doin' this to save the goddamn country. You wanna fuck a big man, go get him yourself at a brothel, I'm sure you'll find one that wants to stick his dick inside a little boy like you".
That crossed your limits. Your blood started to boil, and you heart was beating so fast you'd swear you felt it break at that very instant.
As you watched him walking to your door, you turned around to face him and gave him an even harder look than the one he was giving you before.
"So the great fuckboy Javier PeĂąa leaves once again, heading off to one of his brothels to fuck whatever slut he can find tonight!", you said with an exaggerated, dramatic tone. "You know, it's so fucking sad seeing how you stick to one night stands because you're afraid to start feeling something. And it's sad that you're pushing away the only person that will probably be the only one to ever feel something for you that's not desperation to get fucked by you, just because you're not into boys", you spat out, being at the verge of tears. "So go on, have another night of fun with a girl that's gonna fucking pretend she wants you just for your money and your big boy dick, while the only person that actually wants to be with you cries because you broke their fucking heart!".
When you finally got to breathe again, you came to realize just how much you were crying. And meanwhile, PeĂąa was looking at you with his emotionless expression.
"I'll try to get you that passport as soon as possible", were the words he ended the silence with, and then he left.
The weight of your conversation hung in the air for the rest of the night. It was something you weren't going to forget easily. Of course you had imagined something like this would happen if you talked with PeĂąa about your feelings for him, but you didn't expect him to be so rude and hard. Though, thinking about it, that was right what you would expect from anyone else. At the end of the day, you were a man that had fallen for another man, in the 80s.
You just were so dumb to think that PeĂąa was different, that you might have a chance. But of course, you didn't. And you didn't know why it had hurt you that much, knowing it was this way for everyone else.
And so, there you were now, curled up in your bed as you cried to the thought of him silently, letting your pillow muffle your quiet sobs and get soaked by your non-stopping stream of tears. That night again, you thought of how much you hated PeĂąa for being so heartless, so selfish. And so brave, so handsome, so hot, so perfect, so... PeĂąa.
And you thought about how much you hated yourself for having helped this man, knowing that all he gave you in return was a broken heart and some money you didn't want. You knew he was a dangerous man, but damn, had you fallen hard for him. And damn, did you hate yourself for it.
That night, you cried yourself to sleep thinking about all this. You wished you hadn't moved to Colombia. You wished you didn't have anything to do with drugs or the cartel. You wished you didn't know Javier PeĂąa. And you wished you weren't so in love with him.
Synopsis: Reader, Joel, and Ellie make it to the University. They explore and discuss what to do next in their journey.Â
Warnings: None? I guess implied animal testing.Â
Authorâs Note: Oh boy, itâs been long enough since the last time Iâve written for Thesaurus to change the design of its website! Hope you all enjoy this one. The transition into sickness isnât very subtle, but hey, work with me a little bit.Â
Previous Chapter
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Through the clouds of sleep you feel a warm hand on your shoulder gently shaking you. You open your eyes to see Joelâs form. His features are softened by the light of the fire, the physical reminders of the stress he has been under the last 20 odd years are less visible in the darkness. An unintentional lopsided smile makes its way across your face.Â
Joelâs hand moves further down your arm, finding purchase near your elbow.Â
ââS your turn.â He says quietly, making no attempt to remove his hand despite it accomplishing its goal of waking you. His words bring you further into consciousness.Â
You nod slowly and squeeze your eyes together, banishing the remainder of sleep. You stand up and stretch, regretting the action immediately as the warmth of both Joelâs hand and your sleeping bag are stolen from you.Â
âFuck.â You shutter, word drawn out by the contractions of your body adjusting to the cold. Your hands scramble across the ground for your jacket. However, the material chilled by the night air provides little comfort. Joel stands idly watching your floundering attempt to warm up.Â
âHere.â He says, setting the rifle down before moving to take off his own jacket.Â
âOh Joel, you donât have to-â He motions for you to stop speaking with a wave of his hand, the other being used to offer up the jacket. You hesitate, but ultimately take him up on the offer for additional protection from the weather.Â
âIâm surprised youâre actually letting someone else take a shift of watch.â You say quietly as you put the jacket on.
âYeah, well.â He starts. âI figured youâd give me shit âbout it in the morning if I didnât.â You smile at his words.
âRight you are, cowboy.â You say, moving to pick up the rifle. âGet some rest.â You touch your hand to his arm as you pass as a final good night.Â
While you donât see it as you are facing the opposite direction, Joel remains standing for a few moments longer than necessary. Head tilted towards you as he watches you walk away. His hand flexes for a moment, signaling his internal debate. He shakes his head, turning away from you as he does so before making his way to his own sleeping bag to get some much needed rest.Â
As you take your position to watch, the heat from Joel's jacket settles into you, although something else entirely warms your cheeks.Â
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Watch goes by about as slowly as it always does. Although you admittedly spent more of it glancing at Joel than necessary, which sped things up a bit. Looking to the East you see the sun peeking out as daylight begins to seep into the sky. You sling the gun over your shoulder and begin to make some âcoffeeâ for you and Joel.Â
Your two traveling companions woke up with the sun. Joel sleepily shuffled his way over to you, or more accurately over to the coffee. Part of his hair sticks up in an oddly charming way, making you wish you had a camera.Â
He yawns, arms stretching above his head. The movement reveals a portion of his tanned midriff, you take a deep sip of your beverage as you once again find yourself wishing for access to a camera.
Ellie sits upright, but stays in her bag for the time being, determined to not be anywhere near âthat burnt shit.â
The warmth provided by the sun allows you to shed a few layers. You return Joelâs jacket to him with a quiet thank you. His hand lingers on your own in a way that does not go unnoticed by Ellie.Â
The girl, having little else to be entertained by, had noticed a shift in the interactions between the two of you. Just little things, stuff she had originally assumed was due to lingering awkwardness from Jackson but⌠now as she witnesses the look you and Joel share sheâs not so sure.Â
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The three of you get moving, and soon enough Ellie is pestering you and Joel about the âbefore timesâ yet again.Â
âOkay, so- if you mess up your fourth down, then you give the ball to the other team⌠which is called a turn over?â Ellie repeats the information she had been given as though itâs a test.
âYep.â Joel confirms.Â
âBut, if you make it to ten years, then youâre back to first down.â
âUh huh.â Joel says, clearly enjoying this retelling of a once-favorite pastime.Â
You take a deep breath to sigh, not being one for sports at any time in your life. On the exhale though, you cough, drawing attention from your companions.Â
âYou alright?â Joel asks.
âYeah, fine.â You say a bit hoarsely after clearing your throat. âJust the dust.â He nods, before continuing his football lesson with Ellie and moving on to explain the Super Bowl.
âYou know-â You interrupt, âthe best part of the Super Bowl was the snacks. Oh! And the commercials.â
âArenât those like⌠advertisements though?â Ellie asks.Â
âYeah, but they were always really funny. Talking dogs, that sort of thing.â
âSooo you enjoyed people trying to sell you things?â Ellie askes.
âHuh,â you pause. âYeah, I guess it does sound kind of weird when you say it like that.â
âŚ
âYou went to college right?â Ellie directs her question towards you as the three of you pass the large University of Eastern Colorado sign.
âThat I did.â You respond.Â
âWhat was it like?â She asks.Â
âWell,â you start, glad to finally have something to share that sheâs interested in. âItâs a lot of reading, a lot of studyingâŚâ Ellieâs deminer diminishes slightly at the start of your description. âAnd⌠a lot of parties.â Your attempts to keep her interest seem to have been successful.Â
âReally?â Joel and Ellie say simultaneously. âYou went to âa lot of parties.ââ Joel finishes incredulously.Â
âSure did.â You say, shooting him a glare. Itâs not entirely a lie, a lot is a⌠relative term. Technically to Ellie, who had never been to a college party, three is a lot. âFriday night, would head down to frat row and not come back âtill morning.âÂ
âWhatâs frat row?â Ellie asks.
âItâs the street where all the fraternities on campus were located.â
âAnd⌠what's a fraternity?âÂ
âOh, well. Itâs sort of like a club that a bunch of guys join because they think it looks cool. It was also good for networking -like getting a job once you graduated- but mostly people joined for the parties.â You say, looking around to see if you could spot any decrepit fraternity signage.Â
âOnly guys got to have party clubs? Thatâs stupid.â Ellie said, pouting slightly.
âWell, no. There were also sororities, those were like fraternities for girls.âÂ
âOh! I want to be in a sorority.â Ellie says enthusiastically. The comment causes both you and Joel to burst out laughing. âWhat?â
âAlright party-animals, focus up. Weâre looking for-â Joel starts before you cut him off.Â
âSpeaking of party animals.â You point across the quad to a group of monkeys running through grass.Â
âWoah! Monkeys!â Ellie exclaims.
âSomeone must have let them out of the lab when things went south.â Joel comments.Â
The monkeys quickly scamper across the field and into some alleyway, eager to avoid the unfamiliar intruders.
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âWhat about you Joel, did you ever go to college?â Ellie says after a lull in conversation.
âNo, you donât need that for contracting.â He responds.Â
âDid you always want to be a contractor?â She asks.
âWell,â he pauses. âWhen I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer.â
âShut up.â Ellie says as the two of you start laughing.Â
âWhy is that funny?â You quickly attempt to straighten your face out as Joel looks back and asks.Â
âYou gotta sing something now.â Ellie says.
âNo.â Joel responds playfully.
âCome on⌠weâre not gonna laugh.â You add to the girlâs pestering.Â
âYouâre already laughing.â He states plainly.
âOkay⌠true.â Ellie admits in defeat.Â
âŚ
The halls of the university buildings exude a emptiness youâve never quite gotten used to. Even after all these years, seeing places once full of life be so, well, dead just feels off.Â
Of course, not everything here is dead. Vines climb along the interior walls, stretching towards broken skylights. Once well-manicured accent trees have roots that spill out of their pots and into the cracked tile below.Â
Thankfully, the campus was largely free of infected. Less thankfully, it also appeared to be free of any Fireflies. Your search for signs of life had remained largely unfruitful untilâŚ
A cacophony of metal clangs rang out as Joel pushed the laboratory door forward. A troop of monkeys quickly exits out of the shattered windows. Ellie playfully avoids the metal pans scattered about as you begin to investigate.Â
You find yourself standing in front of a wall filled with opened metal cages. Undoubtedly the ones which once contained the furry inhabitants of the university. As you stare at the rows, you imagine the person who freed them. Was it someone who was researching them? Who saw them daily and chose to risk their life to free them? The campus would have been heavily populated, it must have been a matter of hours before it was taken over by infected, if not less. Or maybe it was just some student who didnât realize how serious the situation was, who thought it would be funny to add to the chaos.Â
âShit,â Joelâs words drew you from your thoughts.Â
âWhat?â You reply as you begin walking over to see what heâs looking at. He hands you a piece of paper, taking the time you read it to inspect a set of dog tags on the table.Â
âShit.â You repeat.
âYep.â He agrees.
âWhat? What is it?â Ellie asks, coming away from the window.
âFireflies arenât here, kid.â Joel says.
âWell where are they?â Ellie says, distressed.
âFucking Utah.â You reply flatly.
She rolls her eyes, although youâre not sure if she actually knows where Utah is.Â
âWhatâs the plan then?â You look to Joel.
âI guess we're going to Utah.â He says as he starts to make his way back out of the lab.Â
Ellieâs groan of frustration is accented by your growing headache. You zip up your jacket, unsure if the air has gotten cooler or if the exhaustion of the day has just caught up to you.Â
Although thereâs honestly a part of you thatâs glad you didnât find anything. Itâs not entirely clear what lies at the end of this journey.Â
âSo⌠you went to a lot of parties, huh?â Joel comments quietly to you as you avoid rubble.Â
âShut it,â Your laugh following the comment turns into a cascade of coughs.
âYâalright?â Joel asks, placing a hand on your back.Â
âYeah, of course. Just yâknow, the dust again.â He nods slowly, more hesitant to accept that answer the second time around.Â
âŚ
You return to the two horses, both safe and sound. Ellieâs already petting âherâ horse's snout.Â
You place your foot in the stirrup, arm readied on the horse's back to help pull yourself up.
âYou sure youâre alright?â Joel asks, noticing your hesitation.Â
âIâm fine,â you sigh as you attempt to step onto the horse. âJust a bitâŚâ lightheaded, lightheaded was the word you were going for, although Joel seemed to get the idea. As you went up all the seemed to rush to your head, or was it away from? Whichever direction caused your hands to feel fuzzy and vision to blacken.Â
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He Wonât Have You | Marc Spector x Male Reader | 18+
Fandom: MCU
Genre: Hurt Comfort, Smut
Paring: Sub-Top!Marc Spector x Power Bottom!Male Reader
Warnings: Anal sex (Reader receiving), Blowjob (Reader receiving), Light teasing, Rimming (Reader receiving), Strong language, Unprotected sex
Word Count: 1,002
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The crest of the night began to show with the moon above casting its pale light into the bedroom where you lay reading. Marc left as the evening had just begun to settle and you knew he wouldnât be home until late into the night, so you kept yourself occupied with the time you had.
You were fairly engrossed with your book, the bedside lamp emitting its warm glow when the window opened letting in a cool draft. It was Marc, still clad in his Moon Knight suit, eyes glowing their signature shade of silver. âSomeoneâs home late.â Your tone was flat but still held an air of playfulness and sarcasm as you closed your book. âI know. Sorry honey.â Marc sighed as the bandaging around his body receded, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking into the bathroom to discard his clothes.
After exiting the bathroom in only his briefs, Marc sat on his side of the bed with a deep exhale. You could tell something was eating away at him, so you decided to walk to him. âHey, whatâs going on?â You carded your fingers through his curls as you stood in front of him. Marc could only lean into your chest as his arms made their way around your waist, prompting you to wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head.Â
After a few minutes of comforting silence, Marc lifted his head and you sat beside him, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. âItâs just,â Marc sighed and shook his head as his mind started racing. âWhen Konshuâs done with me, I... I donât want him goinâ after you.â Marc looked into your eyes after he spoke with a look crossed between protective and desperation. âOh, baby,â You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to lean into it. âHey, no matter what happens, Iâll always be right here beside you, and weâll get through it together.â You reassured him before tenderly kissing his lips. Â
The passion began to slowly rise as Marc snaked his arms around your hips, slowly guiding you to the mattress while kissing you. While you were under him, his tongue made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. You were both left panting for air as Marc broke the kiss. âHe wonât have you. I wonât let him.â Marcâs words were breathy as he spoke, making a vow to both you and himself. âOh yeah?â A light smirk pulled at your lips as you hooked a finger around the dog tags that hung from his neck. Marc hummed a response that indirectly came through as a whimper before you pulled him into another heated kiss.Â
Marcâs lips eventually left yours and kissed their way down to your jawline, then your neck, to your chest and stomach before stopping above the waistband of your underwear. He looked into your eyes, silently asking for permission. âGo ahead.â With that, Marcâs fingers found themselves underneath your underwear, pulling them down to reveal your semi-hard cock. He placed more kisses on your inner thighs before licking the shaft of your dick to take it in his mouth. âFuuuuckâ You moaned out in ecstasy as Marc took all of you into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands placed themselves in Marcâs hair yet again as his head went up and down forcing you to lean your head back in pleasure.Â
Feeling yourself getting close to your limit, you lightly pulled Marc off of your cock by his hair, leaving him breathing heavily. âGood boy.â You breathily praised Marc as he made his way further down to your hole, lifting your legs over his broad shoulders in the process. He kissed the tight muscle before fully licking it, releasing moans as hums against your skin. âOh fuck, just like that. Get me ready for you.â More moans fell from your mouth as Marc continued eating out your hole, slipping his tongue inside and licking your inner walls.Â
As soon as you both felt your hole was ready, Marc lifted himself to his knees, pulled your legs around his waist, aligned his hard dick with your hole, and pulled a deep moan from both of you as he slowly pushed inside you. âOh my god baby.â Marc groaned into your ear as he bottomed out against your ass, leaning above you to rest from the overwhelming pleasure. âDoes that feel good?â Your question elicited another whimper from Marc, so deep in euphoria that he couldnât respond in another way.
 After a few moments of regaining himself, Marc began to thrust inside you filling the room with the sounds of moans and his skin against yours. Your moans grew louder as his cock began hitting your sweet spot. âFuck Marc, right there. Donât stop.â You had to separate each phrase because of the intense waves of pleasure surging through your body.Â
Marc was close to his breaking point shown by his moans sounding increasingly closer to pleas for release. âFuck, please honey Iâm so close.â âYeah? Me too, keep going, baby.â The need for relief became too much to bear as Marc continued and with a final thrust, you both shot your loads of warm, sticky cum, his inside your hole and yours on your torso. Marc almost collapsed, stopping himself with his arms just above you.
Both of you were a panting mess as you came down from your high, letting out a light chuckle as you gently placed a hand on his cheek. Marc placed a loving kiss on the base of your palm before resting his forehead against yours with a calm smile on his face. âIâm gonna go take another shower. And youâre coming with me.â A playful smirk adorned your face as Marc placed another loving kiss on your lips.
After getting up, Marc followed you to the bathroom knowing that youâll never leave him and he wonât let Konshu come anywhere near you.Â
Hey everyone! Just posted another chapter to my lovely "the cordyceps that keep us apart" joel x male reader fanfic over on ao3! please go ahead and check it out and leave your thoughts <3
the cordyceps that keep us apart (12065 words) by anxious_24_7
Chapters: 8/12
Fandom: The Last of Us (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader, Joel & Sarah (The Last of Us), Reader & Sarah (The Last of Us)
Characters: Joel (The Last of Us), Sarah (The Last of Us), Reader, Male Reader
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, male reader - Freeform, Prostitution, Internalized Homophobia, <- just a mention of how joel used to feel, Blow Jobs, no beta we die like men, Condoms, Lube, Safe Sane and Consensual, i promise the sex gets much more kinky in 20 years, Morning After, Joel is a good dad, Age Difference, Angst, Joel is just trying his best okay, SORRY YALL, but - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, eventually, Come Swallowing
Summary:
Joel ends up getting a male hooker on a warm night in late July for a night of release while Sarah is out at a slumber party. It's meant to be a quick night of release, but he ends up biting off more than he can chew and develops a crush on him. Follow the journey of the relationship they develop and pick back up 20 years later after the apocalypse hit.
a/n: sorry for being ia i was very sick (still a bit sick) wanted to post something but i dont have anything finished so i made this to update u guys [still working on your requests i promise!!]
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Jake comes home after a normal night. Taking in cab passengers gaining new information from the streets of London that Marc can use. He arrives in your shared flat finding you snuggled up in your bed, the blue sheets covering your toes up to your nose.
He sat next to you, removing his leather gloves so he can run his fingers through your hair and touch your warm cheeks. You slept so peacefully, Jake wanted to wrap his arms around you as you two shared the bed but he knew how much you hated it when he slept in with his outside clothes.
Out of the three of them, Jake was the most romantic when it comes to gifts but the least you spent time with. Heâs usually out at night, barely saying goodbye, and on the off chance you see each other itâs when you were already preparing for bed, but the moment you wake up there would always be flowers on the kitchen counter.Â
ââJake?â you turned, eyes fluttering.Â
âShit, sorry for waking you sweets,â he whispered. âWas gonna get ready for bed.â
âWant me to draw you a bath?â you asked.Â
âNo itâs alright, you should go back to sleep,â he said, drawing the sheets back to your shoulders, but you insisted. Jake rolled his eyes but you pouted, come on I canât go back to sleep easily anyway, you pleaded. After the back and forth he finally gave in.Â
You made sure the water was a bit hot, his preference, and used a clean-smelling bath bomb. You helped unbutton his white shirt and his tie, his eyes glued to you as you finished the task. Your fingers were cold when they touched his almost feverish skin, Jake shuddered from the contact.Â
Jake hopped onto the tub sinking into the soapy water. Sat behind the tub as you put shampoo on his hair. You massaged your fingers through his scalp over and over as suds foamed around your fingers. Jakeâs eyes rolled back from the calming sensation of your fingers.Â
âHowâs your night?â you asked.
âTiring,â he said. âBarely any news regarding those disappearances.â
âI heard that the cops donât have intel on it too,â you said as you scooped water to his hair. âMarc speculates it's those vampire gangs.â
Whenever the two of you talked it was always Steven who said this, Marc said that, never really just about the two of you. Jake knew it was about time he sparked a conversation that didnât involve the other twoâno offense.Â
âI love it when you use this shampoo on me,â he smiled.Â
âWhy?â you furrowed your brows, he always asked you to use it on him but you had never asked why.Â
âCause it smells like you.â
You chuckled under your breath. Jake, always flirting. You felt sad that you havenât spent that much time lately, but maybe tonight you could have something for yourselves. You rinse his hair free of the suds, his curls clinging onto his forehead. He just lets you wash his hair, Jake took the moment of solemnity and closed his eyes to relax. He was surprised when you left a kiss on his cheek, your warm lips on his face.Â
You stand to grab a towel before he takes your wrist. He gestured for you to join him, fine, you said. Gently undressing, his eyes gazed all over your nakedness, taking in the sight. He guides you to the tub and the two of you lay down in the water, your back to his chest. His arms wrap around your torso, securing him to you. He places kisses all over your shoulders while his hand traces circles all over your belly.Â
âThanks for the bath, sweets,â he whispered in between kisses.Â
âI figured we donât usually spend much time with each other,â you said. âI wanted to spend some time with just us.â
âYeah, sorry about that,â he said.Â
You turned around to straddle his thighs. His hands guide your hips under the water. You bent down to kiss him on the lips, his wet curls sticking to your forehead, his mustache tickling your face. Your hands trace his smooth chest, down to his soft belly.Â
He sits up so your ass is on his sex, slowly hardening underneath your touch. Your hands wrap around his neck to gather some stability, your fingers peering through the hair on his nape. He leaves kisses all over your neck, sucking on the skin lightly. You feel yourself harden under his touch as well, his fingers forming a ring around your sex.Â
His cock hits the crease in between your ass, achingly hard. You shift your body so that your cocks are parallel to each other. You wrap both your hands around the hardness to form a tightness. You stroke your cocks, water splashing on your torsos.Â
Your cocks start to leak pre cum from the stroking, your lips glued to each other getting more languid by the second, the room filling with the sounds of moaning and water splashing. Jakeâs back started to sore from the porcelain tub.Â
âI donât think this tub is built for fucking,â he said. You chuckled in agreement. You two stand when he pulls you toward the shower. He pins you to the tiled wall, turning on the shower in the process. Hot water trickles down his back as he spits on his cock, lubing it in preparation. You turn around to present your hole to him, your hands pressed on the wall with your back arched for him.Â
He kneels to spit on your ass, tracing his wet fingers on the rim of your hole before he presses the digit inside you. He inserts another to stretch you, his cock was quite girthy so the preparations would help greatly. He stands up and lines his sex to your hole, slowly entering the member into you.Â
You feel the tightness envelop his girth as his hands clench on your waist, hot water sprinkling on your back before he thrusts forward. You cry from the pressure before he pulls back out and enters you again. His hips moved slowly at first, taking in the feeling of your warm walls on his aching cock.Â
âYouâre so tight, sweets,â he groaned, pushing and pulling on your waist. He lets out curses and sounds of pleasure. He takes his hand to your cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips. You cry out when he hits your sensitive spot, your knees weakening.Â
âFuck youâre so good, Jake,â you moan, this arouses him more, quickening his pace. You let out moans from the sudden shift in pace, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes.Â
âYou can take it, sweets, I know you can,â he coos.Â
He suddenly pulls out, and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. He turns you around to face him, he looks at you, cheeks flushed, and kisses your swollen lips. He takes your thighs and lords you up to the wall, your legs wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you again, your back rising and falling against the tiled wall.Â
âJakeâfuck,â you moaned. You take his face so heâs looking up at you, your thumb caressing his cheeks. You kiss him with saliva dripping down the side of your lip. You gasped from his fast pace, his head going to your neck placing hickeys.Â
âYouâre so pretty, sweets,â he moans. His hips slap onto your skin. âSo beautiful.â
His hips thrust faster even more, your eyes watering as you cry out. Your nails dig into the skin on his back as he fucks his fill into you. Youâd think with the water youâd start to slip, but Jakeâs hands on your thighs were gripping tight, steadily holding you as his cock drills into your hole.Â
âIâmâclose,â you gasp.
Jake thrusts a few more, his hips hard-hitting your skin before his cum empties into your hole, his grunts filling the small space. You let out a cry before you cum too, shooting in between your bellies.Â
He puts you down gently, your legs like jelly. You two kiss as you begin to shower. You helped him lather the soap all over your bodies, he took extra care in cleaning up your behind. After you shower, you get ready for bed. Always taking time for your skincare routine in front of the vanity. Jake was doing his routine thanks to Steven, who made it a rule that skincare is a must no matter who is in control.Â
âI love you, sweets,â he said, smiling through the mirror. âLike a lot actually, I hope you donât forget that whenever Iâm busy.â
You stood up to hug his back, arms wrapped around his torso. âOf course, I love you too Jake,â you kiss his cheek. âA lot."
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