Hello Hello and welcome to my blog, I go by Tempest or Tempy and am very much a amateur writer as most of what I’ve had to write in the past was for school, so any feedback is welcome :)
I am interested in many of a fandom but just to name a few I do like Tlou, The Pitt, Ghost(the band), Wheel of Time, Resident Evil, and many more various things.
For right now I am currently writing for Tess from tlou(specifically the show ver cause anna torv makes the brain go brrrrr) and Dana Evans from The Pitt.
REQUESTS are not open currently as I am not yet confident in my ability to churn out fics however,,,,,,, my inbox is open if you wanna share thoughts
I am fine with minors interacting with my blog but if something is labeled 18+ please do not interact with it you will be blocked
And of course this navigation will probably be updated in the future with more characters I want to write for/rules, and overall just making it ✨aesthetic✨
so I got tlou2 for my pc a little bit ago and yaknow I have it on my ps4 so I’ve kinda been breezing through the game. It was not until yesterday that I was streaming for a friend that I realized I was not manually saving the game but was purely relying on auto save
listen listennn I know I should be writing but I can’t stop thinking about this image.
Just imagine the whole pitt crew goes out to the beach for some reason who knows. You all start setting up when you notice that Dana hasn’t arrived yet. You ask Robby and he says that she’s running late and will arrive soon.
In the meantime Trinity and Dennis invite you into the water to hit a beach ball around. The three of you are smacking the ball around when out of the corner of your eye you see Dana walking up to the crew still on the beach. Your attention is immediately divided between watching Dana and smacking the beach ball.
It’s then that she starts to remove the swim cover she had on, revealing a blue one piece that was very low cut. You could practically feel your face heating up as your jaw dropped at what she was wearing, and of course she caught your eye and gave you a wink.
Feeling your jaw drop even more you don’t even notice the beach ball hurdling toward your face until it smacks you in the face.
You turn back around startled, Dennis mouths a sorry at you and before you can say it’s alright a rogue wave smashes into you, knocking you down into the water. Luckily the water wasn’t too deep so you’re able to kneel without any trouble.
Hearing splashing, you spot Dana making her towards you, a smile on her face. She helps you up, a hand on your shoulder to help soothe your coughing fit. It doesn’t help. It just makes you acutely more aware at how close the two of you now are. The hand on your shoulder moves to your lower back as she guides you back to the shore.
For the rest of the day you are aware at how Dana stares at you, and when she offers to drive you home later how could you refuse.
“Take A Load Off” Theresa (Tess) Servopoulos x Reader
request; “would you maybe write show tess "Nothing wrong with needing a little bit of help." i just imagine tess dabbing your injured face with a cloth or something. just so gentle with u” —anon
a/n; i’m not particularly fond of the HBO adaptation, however i am fond of tess and anna so yes magic man, i will write something for her :) REBLOGS + FEEDBACK ARE WELCOMED AS ALWAYS
warnings; nothing really, might be a callout post for us people with trust issues but that’s about it 😭😭
STUBBORN. PROUD. There’s a few words to describe what a lot of people thought about you. Probably what a few said about you too, when you weren’t around. To them, you were this no nonsense person who did things their way with no help or criticism. Hell, some would go as far as calling you a “prick with their head up their ass.”
You weren’t always this way though. Back when life was normal, you had more reason to smile at people walking down the streets and say a friendly hello. But now, every person you make eye contact with has the same look in their eyes as you do. Haunted. Tired. Sometimes, it’s like you were looking at ghosts instead of people. They’re still walking and breathing, but that spark that was once there has been snuffed out. Everyone in the QZ has seen their own fair share of nightmares in the years after the outbreak. Family members being turned, dying because of the military, or having to bury the ones who didn’t make it.
You’re one of the few that had gone through multiple groups before settling down in Boston. A stray if you would. But they all ended the same way. Betrayal, greed, power. It does something to a person, putting your trust into something only for you to be tossed out like yesterday’s leftovers. So you did the only logical thing by building high walls and relying only on yourself. Gone was the disappointment of being constantly let down, and the sting of abandonment. But the loneliness itself consumed you, eating away at your entire being like how the dogs ate the rare scraps they could find.
Tess met you during some job shift. Corpse burning if she remembers correctly. You weren’t like the others she’d seen doing this job, no. There was a way you handled the corpses, looking over the faces like it was just some ordinary Tuesday. The way you seemingly did what you needed to without any doubt whatsoever, and no falter in your demeanor.
“Y’know most folks can barely stomach the sight of the body bags. I’m surprised you haven’t walked out.”
“Yeah well I need those ration cards.”
“I respect that.”
And from there, you started talking. Well, she started talking. After that shift, she made it a point to run into you. Something intrigued her about you, and she wasn’t a woman who let go easily once she found interest in something. You weren’t like the folks she’d met from the outside. You didn’t scare easily, and you definitely knew your way around a gun. But you didn’t talk much either. You just did the job, kept your head down, and moved on. Still, she soon noticed the way you’d falter handling the smaller bodies, or how your jaw would clench watching the embers swallow them. She never brought it up though, at least verbally. Instead, she’d pat your back and get back to it.
There was one time in the middle of winter where the usual rations were reduced to half. Something about not enough supplies to last the season, or some bullshit like that. And Tess found out you were surviving off a can of ravioli. Truthfully, she didn’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed by the fact you’d show up to work only having had a piece of stale cracker with peanut butter on it. But she wasn’t having any of it. She knew you well enough to know you’d refuse her offer of her rations without hesitation, so she did the next best thing by showing up to your apartment with the excuse of wanting to eat dinner with you. After making sure you were fed, she’d managed to leave a couple of cans of beans for you to at least have.
You noticed of course, you weren’t blind and she knew that you were smart as a whip. But you never said anything, and she never stopped leaving you extra supplies when you needed it.
Today was different though. Being associated with a smuggler like Tess came with its perks, but also its drawbacks, like tonight. On your way home after a grueling job you’d managed to get roughed up by some people who had a score to settle with her. Of course, they ended up running off after you broke a couple noses and chipped their teeth, but you were still in pretty rough shape yourself. And of course, Tess had to be stopping by that evening for a drink.
You were icing your face on the couch when she walked into your small apartment, a bottle of gin in one hand and her usual scowl on her face. She didn’t say anything at first, but she didn’t need to. As she took in your crumpled form and swollen eye and busted lip, her jaw ticked and you swear you saw her eye twitched too. She took a couple steps forward, pulling your hand away from your face and examining the extent of your beating.
“Jesus, the hell happened to you,” she muttered, her hazel eyes roaming over your face.
You scoff, before immediately regretting it as your ribs protested. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, you should have seen the three other guys.” She scoffs to herself, before disappearing into your small kitchen, rummaging around like she’d live there longer than you. You hear one of the cabinets opening and closing, and the sound of glass clinking as she poured a glass of the gin. She returned a few minutes later, glass in hand and one of your tattered dishrags.
“You look like shit.”
“Feel worse if it helps.”
“It doesn’t dumbass.”
You sigh as she settles beside you, wetting the rag with the alcohol before offering you a swig, to which you take a generous gulp. The burning sensation of it running down your throat was a welcomed reprieve from the ache in your chest and the throbbing of your cheek. If anything, it gave you something else to focus on aside from looking her in the eye.
“I’m fine Tess.”
“Bullshit, why are you wincin’ everytime you breathe then?”
You don’t answer that, instead you close your eyes before flipping the ice pack to the cooler side. She rolls her eyes, before nudging your shoulder with her hand.
“Move it.”
“It’s fine I got it-”
“I said. Move. It.”
You open your eyes to meet hers, only to find the same stubborn scowl on your face mirrored by her. For a minute or two, you both engage in a silent standoff, before you scoff again and hand her the pack, which she tosses onto your coffee table.
“Happy?”
“Stop being a smartass.”
Her touch is fragile as she prods your now swollen cheekbone, like she’s touching a scared animal instead of you. Her eyes take in every scrape and cut, before she brings the rag up to your cheek.
“It’s gonna sting doll, hold still.”
As she works, she makes sure to be aware of the deeper gnashes on your skin, dabbing away the blood and grime from your face. For a while, the only sound you hear is the sound of your own breathing and the usual sounds from outside. And then, her hand came up to steady your jaw, fingers warm against your cool skin. Not rough in any way, just kinda there to keep you from pulling away.
“You run into them on your way back?,” she asks after checking your nose.
“Mm.”
“Lookin for me?”
“Probably, the only thing I heard was “Tell Tess” and then next thing I know this big guy is swinging on me.”
That makes her pause, her grip tightening on your chin before she relaxes again, her jaw tight. “Figures.” That’s all she says as she continues dabbing at a particularly bad cut on your cheek. You hiss as the alcohol seeps into the smaller cuts, your eyes watering and your head instinctively turning away.
“Relax, you’re making it worse.” She says, reaching back under your chin and turning your face back towards her.
“I can do this myself-”
“Stop movin’.”
For a moment, the room falls back into silence. As she finishes cleaning your last wound, her eyes roam down your face again, a frown tugging at her own lips. “You don’t gotta be so stubborn y’know. Ain’t nothing wrong with needing some help.”
You let out a quiet breath, something between a scoff and a sigh. Your eyes meet her own, and aside from the stubbornness she’d learn to see past, she saw the vulnerability that no one ever bothered to look for.
“Since when?” you challenged, wincing as you sat up to adjust your cushioning.
“Since always,” she countered, rolling her eyes.
“I’m fine, I handled it,” you reply, swatting her hand away. For a minute, she looks at you like you’d just told her something outrageous. But after a while, her look of surprise is replaced by a scowl, before she grabs your wrists and shakes you a bit. “Don’t do that, that’s not the damn point.” She let out an exasperated sigh, before dipping the rag into the glass and bringing it back up. It’s quiet for a few moments, before finally she breaks the silence.
“Dontcha ever get tired of it?” she asked.
You frowned. “Of what?”
“Carryin’ everything yourself.”
“…No.”
“Bullshit.”
You’re half tempted to tell her to back off honestly. The urge to pull away and be alone sounds a lot more appealing than listening to someone telling you the same script you’ve heard a million times before. But after looking at those stubborn eyes of hers, you know that there isn’t any way you’re gonna get outta this. So instead, you swallow and stare up at the cracked ceiling of the apartment. Or try to at least, because she gently leads your chin down to meet your eyes again.
“Look, I get it. You don’t trust people. World’s given you plenty of reasons not to,” she starts, her thumb absentmindedly swiping away the now dried blood crusted on the corners of your mouth. “But I ain’t them. And that don’t mean that you gotta go breakin’ yourself to prove a point. I’m here for you, whether you want it or not.”
She notices the way your breathing hitches, and how your mouth turns into a thin line. Her eyes meet yours again, and shakes her head. She doesn’t wanna fight, and she doesn’t wanna hear you use your words to try and scare her off like you’ve done with plenty of other people.
“You ain’t weak for it… If anything, I think that makes you more human,” she says, her words just a little more than a whisper.
And finally, for the first time ever, she sees the little twinkle in your eyes catch in the dim lighting. Where many people saw this stubborn scrappy thing, she saw you. Scared, uncertain you, someone whose trust had been shattered one too many times. And it wounds something in her chest, seeing you finally being this vulnerable with her. She wraps her arms around your shoulders gingerly, keeping awareness on your probably bruised ribs. And finally, in her warm embrace, you felt like this is what coming home must be.
need dana x hyper fem nurse who’s everyone is the pitts crush 🙏
A/N: Ok so I hope this turned out somewhat how you wanted, this basically turned into some head cannons and a little blurb at the end so I hope you enjoy :)
ཐི༏ཋྀ Even though you have to wear the same plain grey scrubs everyday that will not stop you from looking your best.
ཐི༏ཋྀ Nails always perfectly manicured and clean(no polish unfortunately), you always try and style your hair whenever you can, a variety of undershirts in various shades of pastels plus some with little prints on them. Surprisingly the most popular being the one with little butterflies on them.
ཐི༏ཋྀ The kids who sometimes come into the ED who like anime love them because the butterfly motif reminds them of Shinobu from demon slayer.
ཐི༏ཋྀ There's always a smile on your face whenever you enter the ED for your shift, making sure to greet your various coworkers as you arrive. Continuing the butterfly comparisons, the other staff sometimes call you butterfly with the way you practically flutter around The Pitt from task to task.
ཐི༏ཋྀ Literally its no surprise that a lot of the staff have a crush on you. You always bring in snacks whenever you can, always ready to listen if someone has a bad day, it also helps that you're reliable, always willing to jump in on a case and help whoever you can.
ཐི༏ཋྀ There is 100% a betting pool going on to which pitt member will successfully ask you out on a date. It’s been going on for a while now and has accumulated an egregious amount of money.
ཐི༏ཋྀ You’re flattered really, but, there's a certain charge nurse that has caught your eye.
ཐི༏ཋྀ But today seemed to be your lucky day. Walking out into the ambulance bay you spot Dana smoking a cigarette. She glances your way as you walk over, not so subtly looking your figure up and down.
ཐི༏ཋྀ Conversation flows easy between you two, Dana's almost done when her cigarette when she asks if you’d like to get dinner when your shift is over ‘nothin special, just a diner down the street’. To say you are ecstatic is an understatement, nodding your head enthusiastically at the offer.
ཐི༏ཋྀ Unbeknownst to you both, Perlah had been looking for Dana and had heard your conversation, cue her discreetly not so discreetly speed walking back into the ED to quickly change her bet to Dana taking you out on a date, of course Princess notices Perlah acting suspicious and once she gets back to the nurses station manages to negotiate 40% of the winnings.
It’s the next day when you walk into the ED, even more chipper than usual. Dana’s already at the nurse’s station looking over her tablet with the list of patients needing to be seen. She briefly glances at you over the frame of her glasses as you approach the desk, leaning on it as you arrive. You tap your fingers on the counter anxiously as you wait for her to give you her full attention. She taps a couple things out before setting the tablet down, giving you one of her signature smirks at your nervousness.
“I had fun last night.” making sure to say it loud enough so the various onlookers can hear you. Out of the corner of your eye you see various expressions of shock, curiosity, and disappointment. The disappointment more than likely being that said persons just lost out on the chance for a shit ton of money.
Everyone is astounded when Ahmad walks over and hands over the winnings of the pool to you and not one of the other staff. A barrage of questions is sent your way at how in the hell could you have possibly won the bet.
Ignoring the questions you turn to Dana once more, “Sooo I’ve recently come into a large sum of money. Are you free this week for dinner?” A hopeful smile on your face as you are the one to ask her out this time.
There’s an astonished look on her face, surprised that you managed to swindle half the department out of the winnings. “Ya know everyone thinks you’re so sweet,” she wags a finger in your face “but you’ve got a sneaky side.”
“What can I say, there's this jewelry set I’ve been wanting to buy and I get a date with you so win win.”
“Well I’m free Saturday.”
“Great, I'll pick you up at 7 then.” With that you quickly lean over the counter to give Dana a quick peck to the corner of her mouth, practically skipping to the locker room to stash away your winnings. You couldn't wait for Saturday.
A/N: Shoutout to all the migraine/headache havers shit sucks, we all need Dana comforting us and playing with our hair. Hope this is enjoyable/makes sense :)
There was only one thought going through Dana’s mind as she was searching through the halls of the ED. Where in the hell were you? She’d checked the patient rooms, ambulance bay, hell even the supply closets and she still couldn’t locate you.
She was passing one of the patient rooms when she spotted Donnie tending to a patient, so she poked her head in and asked him.
“Hey Donnie, I seem to be missing a nurse. Any clue where she might be?”
“Uh yeah saw her heading to an on-call room, mentioned something about a headache.”
Shit that wasn’t good, you’d mentioned to her before how bad your headaches could get.
“Right, thanks Donnie.” With that she was headed towards the on call rooms. It didn’t take long before she found the room you were in. Curled up on your side, one ice pack covering your eyes while the other was laying on the back of your neck. You stirred slightly at the door opening, she quickly shut the door behind her and made her way over.
“Hey hon just me, don’t get up, it's fine.” rubbing your arm in a comforting gesture as you settle back down. “Ya take any meds yet?”
“Yeah took some tylenol about 10 minutes ago, should be fine soon.”
“Hey no no you take all the time you need hon.” Her hand moves to cup your jaw then, rubbing her thumb along your cheek to comfort you. “If you're not feeling well after a while I’m sending you home.”
“Dana–”
“Nuh uh missy I am not having my favorite nurse working while in pain.”
“Oooo don’t let anyone else hear that I’m your favorite.” She chuckles at your remark before gently scooching you over so she could fit on the bed with you.
“I was gonna take a smoke break but this seems like a better use of my time, yeah?” she remarks as she gets comfortable, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you closer, positioning your head into the crook of her neck even though the ice pack is freezing against her skin.
You don’t reply, just a little nod into the side of her neck where your head is tucked. You can feel the arm tucked around your waist move up until you feel her fingers reach the base of your skull, rubbing gently to help release the pressure that's residing there. It’s silent for a while before you speak again.
“Thanks for staying with me Dana.”
“It’s no problem hon, if you’re not feeling better I’ll ask Perlah or Princess to cover for me so I can take you home.” You both fall into silence then, the hustle and bustle of the ER fading into the background as you slowly fall to sleep.
you wanna relax? let her start with her mouth and her fingers and then fuck you stupid on her cock.
you’re sore after work? she’ll massage your back and fuck you from behind slowly while she does it.
you want to cum again after she’s tired? she’ll lay down and let you ride her while she plays with your clit until you can’t anymore. she’ll eek every last orgasm out of you and smirks when you squirt for the first time — “next time i’ll make you do that on purpose, hon”
N E ways… i’m feral for her in a bad good way
Mhmhmhm yep yep yepppp Dana just once chance paleaseeeeee
18+ under the cut so minors shooo
Dana lemme hold your strap I know it’s soooo heavy
I’m saying it now Dana Evans is a teaseeee, she’ll just lay there between your thighs sucking marks into the inside of your thighs hands wandering up to play with your breasts, tweaking your nipples between her fingers until they harden. She eventually moves her hands back down between your thighs, inserting two fingers giving her signature smirk from between your thighs before diving in. And then when you’re a whining mess she’ll get the strap and really make you whine for it.
Of course she’ll give you a massage after a long day at work. Gently encouraging you to lie on your stomach, starting at your calves working out all the knots before slowly trailing up the rest of your body. Before long she’s slowly working the strap into you, once she’s fully in she begins working on the knots in your back, and it’s hard to tell whether your moans are from her slow thrusts or the way her hands are working into your shoulders.
Oh god you bet she tells you “I’m not as young as I once was hon” (she could totally go for one more round she just wants to see you get yourself off) as she encourages you to climb onto her lap. Of course she’ll be nice and help you out, playing with your clit as you grind on her strap. She wrings a couple more orgasms out of you, the last one resulting in you soaking her lap. And she is so damn proud, tucking you into her side and promising she’ll make you squirt again.
woo yeah yeah um I’m also so normal about her ahahah
Look at me being productive I finished two asks(they’re marinating rn to make sure I’m happy with them) anddddd I worked on the Dana glasses fic and a Tess fic. Good job me.
A/N: idk man I just wanted to write something and huzzah here’s this thing. Not really beta read so yeahhhhh enjoy my semi coherent word vomit of 300 words
Sleepless nights are a common thing in the Boston QZ. Hell, they’re a common thing in all QZs. The constant patrols of FEDRA officers and vehicles through the streets, sporadic gunfire from different parties, and of course the nightmares that have plagued everyone since outbreak day. If one of those things wakes up Tess, she’ll take the time and watch you sleep.
Its become second nature to her at this point, watching you sleep. Noting the way you shift to get comfortable, the way your chest rises and falls with every breath, the way your brow furrows if you’re having a particularly restless sleep. But more importantly, she memorizes your face. The contour of your lips, the slope of your nose, the shape of your eyes. Every little detail that she has etched into her mind because there is always the fear that she’ll lose you. Be it a stray bullet or knife, or god forbid a runner or clicker. Eventually the sun will peak between the shabby curtains, indicating another sleepless night in the QZ.
Things become different when you reach Jackson though. She sleeps more soundly and always wakes well rested. Of course there are still the occasional nightmares that jolt her awake with a racing heart and sweaty palms, but they happen less frequently than before. She still takes the time to watch you sleep, still memorizes your features, just in a different way. Content in the knowledge that you are safer than you have ever been now that you’re in Jackson. That she’ll be able to see the wrinkles appear on your face and the grey that will start to color your temples without worry that she’ll lose you too soon.
You’ll wake up sometimes, blinking blearily at her as a small tired smile graces your features, snuggling closer. She’ll wrap her arms around you, eyes growing heavy as she drifts off to sleep once more.
just read ‘out of luck’ omg the ANGST i need more tess angst in my life
the thought of tess seeing you get shot and having to fight her way through to get to you. just that firm anger on her face right up until she’s face to face with you. then she softens.
ahhh I’m glad you liked it and I do have something I am working on with some Tess angst(you get lost in a blizzard on patrol) and I’m excited to write Tess’s pov for that.
I am a firm believer that whenever you are in any type of trouble Tess is just on a war path to make sure you are okay and like in the moment once she realizes your okay I feel like she relaxes a little bit but is still on edge, and it’s not until you both are alone and out of danger that she’ll truly soften
This is like barely proofread so if this seems over the place that's why.
MMMMMMMMM I think about this like almost every Tuesday when watching Chicago fire but I need yall to imagine Firefighter Tess
like aughhhh so this is the idea/rambling I have planned for the fic when I finish the many other wips I have
You’re in your apartment cleaning the shower and the fire alarm goes off, you get startled and fall, bringing the curtain down with you. Youch the rod falls smack on your face and like shit that hurts, you try and get up but everything is woozy so ya kinda just lay there.
Now here comes the fire department because the alarm went off in the apartment building. Cue firefighter Tess and her crew arriving at the scene(Joel, Tommy, etc). So they assess the scene and your roommate who was out goes up to them and is like “hey I don’t see my roommate out here and they’re not answering their phone I think they’re still inside.”
So in the crew go and they’re looking for other residents still inside while Tess goes straight to the apartment number your roommate provided to see if you’re there. She knocks and calls out ‘fire department’ and very faintly she can hear you call out inside.
She kicks the door in(hot) and makes her way inside searching for you, finally locating you in the bathroom.
And damn you must look a site, half the shower curtain draped over you, blood running down your nose in some shitty sweats and a t- shirt because you were in the middle of cleaning.
After some banter she gently helps you up and out of the tub and you can tell she’s strong but she’s being so gentle. She gets you outside to the ambulance and off you go to the hospital.
It’s a couple of days later and of course you go to the firehouse to thank her in person. You made sandwiches that you hand out to the others and eventually the two of you are alone and you hand over a sandwich plus a container of cookies you totally made for everyone(that’s a lie which your roommate called you out on) which may or may not have your number on a piece of paper inside.
wistful sigh yeahhhhh I will write this eventually trust and there 100% will be so much more thirsting.
A/N: just wanna say a quick thank you to my pookie @booksooks for reading this real quick even though its just a blurb thxxxxxx
Maybe it’s the lull in the ED that really has you staring at Dana while she has her glasses on. They’re perched on the bridge of her nose like always while she scans the tablet that’s held against her hip, barking out orders to the various staff telling them who needs to go where and what each patient needs. Maybe it’s the way that her hair has become a little disheveled from the bun she wears and is framing her face just right.
You’re so lost in your own thoughts you don’t even realize she’s calling your name, and expectant look on her face as she repeats herself. Muttering apologies to her as you make your way to a patient unaware of the knowing smirk that spreads across her face because she knows exactly why you were staring.
Going through the rest of your shift like normal but just the thought of Dana in her glasses in the back of your mind. Always when you have a moment just finding yourself staring, unbeknownst to you that she’s also staring while you’re not looking, planning on what to do to you when you both get home.
Both your shifts finally ending after a long day. The drive home is silent, you just staring out the window while Dana has a hand on your thigh.
Coming out of the shower to see Dana on the bed laying against the headboard with a book in her lap. And those damn glasses perched at the end of her nose. She glances up at you, eyes peeking from over the frames and that damn smirk on her face. That’s when you realize she was planning this all day, fully aware that you were staring at her throughout your shift.
Making your way over to the bed, positioning yourself between her legs with your head placed in her lap, looking up at her through your lashes as your hands play with the waistband of her pants. And who is she to deny you when you’re looking at her like that.
Maybe if you do a good job eating her out she’ll let you ride her strap. Glasses on of course.
