Hi we could be like best friends or something because I also am queer, autistic and a girl who likes mcyt, rarepairs, multishipping, (poly shipping), and music (I love music).
Also I voted flower ranchers in that one poll you really wanted to win, didn’t even see your begging for it until after I’d voted I just prefer flower ranchers. You can write me a Drabble if you want I don’t mind, maybe some hurt/comfort 👀
Haha you seem awesome, I’m happy to befriend you- it;s nice to meet you, Pear!! I hope we become better friends over the course of time :]]]
Thanks for the prompt dude- I tried, angst isn’t my strong suit
This won;t be that good if you’re looking for some quality hurt/comfort just go to ao3 or something
I made this while listening to Joel’s neck kisses playlist you’re welcome
CW: SWEARING, TERRIBLE JOKES, SH!TTY FORMATTING
Against his communicator, a small ‘ding!’ sound alerted him to the session’s end.
He cheered near valiantly as his timer was put on pause again, as his sword became unusable for combat, and as the anxiety was lifted from his shoulders at once.
Just as he was about to collapse on his bed and sleep for a solid thirteen hours, there was a knock at the door.
He grumbled to himself as he got up, opening the door to-
A very injured Etho, is what.
Etho opened his mouth to speak.
“…nope.” Joel mumbled, closing the door. Not today, fate!!
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait-" Etho shouted, pushing the door with what seemed to be a more than slightly injured arm.
He sighed. “Just… just this once. I didn’t know where else to go.”
Joel opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, then closes it again.
“…fine, just get in before you catch a cold or something.”
He practically pulled Etho inside then, grumbling to himself about it being the end of session or something.
Joel led Etho to a small side room, one of those that used to be inhabited by pillagers, probably.
“Sit.” He said, “I’ll be back with some bandages and stuff. Don’t burn this place down or whatever.”
So he walks downstairs, grabs a first aid kit (the kinda thing the Watchers gave them for post-session), and walks back up the stairs.
Etho is in more or less the same position as he was before. Joel tosses the first aid kit in his general direction, missing completely.
He sighs and walks over to it, grabbing things like gauze and bandages.
“You do what you can reach yourself, I’ll do your back.”
Etho nods, yet he didn’t move an inch.
“…I can’t reach your back unless I have access to it, Eefo. You don’t need to take your shirt off or anything, but at least unzip the vest.”
He hesitates, before unzipping it and pulling his sweater down enough where Joel could see some sorta nasty burn.
Ouch, probably lava. Brutal.
“Have you put it under cold water yet?” Joel asked, voice barely a whisper.
Etho nods, wordless yet again.
Joel bites his lip. Cold water, next to clean it… who knows what was in that lava?
“Okay, just… hold still, I’m gonna clean it and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” He said, grabbing one of those alcohol wipes. That’s how you clean burns, right?
He sure fucking hoped so.
He watched as Etho’s face contorted in pain, watched as he fisted a hand into the sheets he was under, and wanted to make it to he’d never have to see that again.
“Okay, just- I think that’s clean, it looks fairly good to me…” Joel mumbles, rummaging around in the bag once again for some of that…
What was it called again? Polyamory???
“I’m just gonna rub some of this… poly-something on the thing. Apparently that does something? I dunno, but it won’t sting as much.” He rambled, putting it on in the process.
Joel looked down at the first aid kit once again. Gauze or bandage?
He put it on the burn, and as he looked up at Etho, Joel felt a surge of something pained and familiar and all-wrong.
“Well. There you go. I don’t think there’s anything all too serious anywhere else, and now you have a slightly more functioning shoulder to do everything else with. You’re welcome.”
“…thanks.” Etho muttered, pulling his shirt collar back up and zipping his vest back up.
And wordlessly, with a piece of Joel’s heart in his hands, Etho left.
I love what tumblr did to the formatting it’s all wrong
