Summary: He doesn't trust you, you don't trust him, but fate has left you little option but to follow a wandering nomad who finds you alone and one step from helpless. An arrangement is met, but things change on the road and you both have to decide if it's for better or worse.
Rating: E
Content: NSFW, high levels of violence normal to the TLOU world, angst, fluff, miscommunication trope (it's Joel Miller...), slow burn, Joel's traumatic childhood, getting together, smut, canon divergence after SLC, fix it fic
*Game events from TLOU 1 and 2 will be mentioned. Read at your own risk if you haven’t played.
I’ve been frantically patiently waiting for @duckydrawsart to reopen commissions and got this to tide me over.
Are you JOKING?! Literally amazing. My dumbass bought the wrong size frame even though it’s in the receipt email don’t look at me and I’m sad he can’t hang til tomorrow.
Their store!!! Good luck choosing one if you end up buying. Took me days and I need at least two others 🫣
i’m coming in your inbox to hide from the s2 trailer and once again seek your comfort as you’re one of the few people i know who do not like hbo tlou lol 🫣 i have no desire to watch it but it’s been conveniently promoted all over every social media app i have 🫠 i’m about to go on a technology detox to avoid all this bs lol
Mute that shit! I have the title, abbreviation, and Pedro’s name muted along with show accounts that come across my for you pages and stuff 😂😂 I only see what people send me. Cough @gingersnap-2 cough
I do see a little of what Troy posts but it’s easy to pass over cause it’s not much lol
hey - original game/show anon here. sorry if that ask drew any unwanted attention to your doorstep, i was just curious and i guess wanted reassurance that i wasn’t the only game fan completely dismayed by the show. that line about succession killed me off though haaaa you are spot on. hope you don’t mind me sharing some more thoughts.
i totally agree with a lot of what you guys have said. joel was softened and watered down in an attempt to make him more likeable to a tv audience, erasing literally all of the nuance which made him so great in the first place. ellie was turned into a rude, bratty child without a shred of the poignancy and emotion she has in the game. tess was reduced to a building block for joel’s character, nothing more than some scorned lover who died pathetically to further his development.
it sucks. i think the show is culprit #1 for so much misunderstanding of these characters and the story. anyway. glad we can maybe form something of a support group when s2 drops. i also will not be watching. 🫶
Ah don’t worry about it haha. They’ve been at it for almost two years now lol. They’re a little obsessed.
Big support group! Especially after those set pictures that just came out cause what the fuck actually is going on 😂. Ellie with long hair, no converse, the tattoo looks horrible lol. The tweet talking shit got double the interactions as the original photo post which was also fucking incredible.
The show will always be under pixel Joel and Ellie’s boot/converse.
I don’t have my DMs open for obvious reasons lmao, but feel free to drop your handle in an anon (I won’t publish) and I can open one haha. (Full disclosure I’m slow as hell to respond cause ADHD, don’t take it personally lol)
the way i’m gonna be so depressed once season 2 comes out bcs EVERYONE is gonna be making future days, take on me, little sadie their entire personality once they hear it from the show
i’m not ready. THESE R MY SONGS MAN😭😭 AND THEY’RE BOUND TO BE WATERED DOWN BY THE ENTIRETY OF THE SHOW FANDOM
Pairing cause they have similar sentiments
Yeah it’s all going to be trashed by the show, but mostly the show-only fan base. It’ll be like them sexualizing “baby girl” which is quite literally nauseating.
Joel is def gonna be butchered in the museum, unfortunately. The development from game 1 Joel to museum scene Joel was done in like…half an episode midway through s1 for whatever fucking reason. It sucks cause Pedro could have done a good job getting him right, but the direction/writing made him an overboiled noodle. As much as I wish they’d just leave it out they won’t lol. They’ll probably extend it with Joel crying over Tess some more and then flash to him and Sarah at a museum in pre-outbreak and give him another overdone panic attack or something 😂😂. He’ll hold a T-Rex’s hand to get his bearings back and cry into his cowboy hat.
I won’t be watching season 2 except maybe some cuts of Tommy lol. It was a bold choice to cast a top Ellie fan cast as Abby, too. Especially after Bella’s overacted nonsense. Their version of S2 Ellie will be even worse I fear. Maybe the fanbase will fall off when Joel’s head gets teed straight off by episode 2. That’s the best we can hope for lol.
Curious how they’re gonna pull off the amazing Ellie moments without spores. Maybe some tentacle porn, who knows!
hey! i hope this is ok to ask (if not no worries). i just wondered if you had any thoughts about the differences between game and show tlou?
for me, the way they changed entire characters, dynamics, and plotlines is really jarring and disappointing, and i'm surprised more game fans aren't bothered by this? figured maybe you'd have a decent take on it.
Oh man, my opinion on that show got me harassed by Pedro Pascal fans for like a good year.
With that being said…
That show is a steaming hot pile of garbage. Pedro and Bella are god awful in their roles. The pacing was absolute trash. And I find it hilarious they made Joel a soggy fucking cardboard box to win awards and Succession beat them just about everywhere. I’ve never watched that show but it was def my fav series of last year.
I have not met a game fan (that isn’t perpetually online or has Pedro Pascal’s para-social dick down their throat) that liked that show. My friends who have never played the game also said the pacing and relationship progression was jarring and terrible.
Gabriel is great as Tommy, though. I’ll give them that. And I did like the change to Bill and Frank, it was a good story, and even if they had stuck to the game’s version of events it wouldn’t have gone much differently for Joel and Ellie.
Literally can't get the thought out of my head that Gojo would fall for his hairdresser because they're the only person who touches him consistently. So, here it is.
Satoru Gojo x f!hairdresser reader
C: Gojo POV, fluff, a little sprinkle of angst
He didn’t mean to fall in love. He really didn’t.
In fact, Satoru Gojo had sworn it off entirely in his third year of high school outside a KFC in Shinjuku. That evening, with every step back towards Jujutsu Tech, his tears turned to cement around his heart, barricading it behind a fortress never to be broken. That had been the plan anyway.
But you’d foiled it.
It was just a series of unfortunate coincidences that had led him straight to the very depths of hell that felt way more like heaven than he wanted to admit. His normal barber had been out of town, but his hair was growing too long against his neck. It itched as it began to curl behind his ears, it reminded him of his teenage years, and Megumi had started poking fun at him. So, he’d wandered into the salon by the apartment he barely used and asked if anyone had time for a quick cut, an action he’d thought was inconsequential.
There was no way to decipher exactly what it was that had left him slack-jawed and boneless in those thirty minutes. Maybe it had been how your fingers combed through his wet hair so gently, swirling against his scalp and loosening tension he swore was permanent. The way you’d softly turned and tipped his chin as you inspected your work and perfected every unruly tuft of snowy hair, your gaze too focused on the task to see how utterly enraptured he’d been. He’d caught you on the tips of your toes, his height still too great even with the chair as low as it allowed, so he’d slowly slunk down, his spine curling uncomfortably. He hadn’t cared about the ache. There was also a good chance he’d fallen when you mussed up the finished product, smiling into your eyes as you complimented how well he pulled off the messy look, your palms pressed to his head as you held him. Held him.
He’d never gone back to his barber again
After a year of monthly cuts and trims, he upped his frequency. One night after a mission that had tested every ounce of his resolve and patience, he’d wandered in and pathetically asked for just a quick wash. He’d noted how your eyebrows furrowed in what looked like concern, a warm hand on his back leading him to the waiting area, and a promise that you’d be no longer than ten minutes allowing his chest to loosen just enough to breathe.
Soothing circles over his temples had eased his headache, the warm water and your methodical movements lulling him into tranquility. You’d taken extra care, kneading down his neck and feathering over his eyes until he’d been half asleep, his tension swirling down the drain. Never in his life had he wanted to kiss someone as badly as in the moment his eyes fluttered open to your smiling face.
He was never the same after that.
Today is like every other, Megumi at his side as they make their way to the cafe after a mission the kid wasn’t supposed to go on. Whatever, he’d be starting at Jujutsu Tech in a few years, there was no reason to not give him a headstart.
His height gives him the advantage, and when he spots you across the street he practically sends Megumi crashing to the sidewalk as he whirls to hide his face, fumbling with the glasses in his pocket and ripping the white bandages covering his eyes off his face.
“What the hell is your problem?” Megumi barks, scowling in annoyance as Satoru slides his round black lenses onto his thin, pointed nose, “Why’re you changing your glasses?”
“Satoru?” Your voice sings out to him even on the crowded Tokyo streets, he can hear it clear as day.
You’re right in front of him now, hair shining in the sun, eyes twinkling with that happy little grin he sees in his dreams. It’s unfair how happy you always look to see him. The thought that you might be is always his undoing.
“Hi,” he greets sheepishly, chastising himself for how stupid he knows he sounds, “What’re you–”
Whatever idiotic sentence he was set to spew is cut short when you reach up toward his head, and he doesn’t even realize he’s closing the distance your toes can’t reach. A little gasp of shock gets caught in Megumi’s throat as his face twists in confusion when you make contact, plucking a small pink cherry blossom petal from its icy entrapment. He can’t stop himself when his hand catches yours as you pull away, his eyes locked on the fragile, blushing scale between your fingers.
His technique had been active, he couldn’t even recall switching it off. But he had, clearly. Had it become an instinctual flip at the mere sight of you, a second nature? Warmth blossoms in his chest and radiates outward, it’s like the feeling of sun on a cold winter day. Even without looking at your face, he knows you’re confused, who wouldn’t be? You don’t understand the weight of this, no one does except the teenager standing behind him looking on at the scene.
Spring becomes summer when your other hand covers his, it’s shaking ever so slightly and he can’t bear the thought of looking at your face. Are you afraid? He couldn’t blame you. But he forgets that worry when you whisper his name again, nothing but a song in the breeze so quiet it only has the strength to reach his ears. He’s kissing your knuckles before his brain catches up, it’s too lost in thought, in you, in the smell of your floral perfume he’s come to associate with comfort and security. And when you don’t pull away he considers that perhaps his life doesn’t have to be shrouded in darkness.
“Hey,” the gruff voice of Megumi groans out, “How about instead of being a creep you just ask her to dinner?”