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eufezco · 7 months

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Just a random scenario of preoutbreak!Joel dealing with his three girls.

It was a Saturday night, it was raining outside and you were waiting in between Joel's arms for the pizza in the oven. He was hugging you tightly against his body, asking you every five minutes if you were cold. How could you? His body was extremely warm, you could feel it directly at your fingertips thanks to the hand that had slipped under his shirt and was resting on his belly.

The movie was good, but his kisses were better. Your hand climbed caressing his whole torso and his hand around your body moved to your ass, to squeeze one of your cheeks over your pajama pants, until some heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs got your attention.

"I'm going to Riley's." Ellie announced, putting on her raincoat and grabbing her house keys.

"What? Now? It's late and it's pouring." Joel sat up, looking at the watch on his wrist with a frown on his face.

"I'll be fine."

"Do you want me to drive you?" Joel asked, kinda panicking after not knowing what Ellie's plans were. Would she spend the night? Did she need him to pick her up? At what time? Had she eaten something or would she have dinner there?

"She'll be fine, Joel." Your hand landed on his chest, pushing him backwards on the couch in an attempt to get him to relax. Ellie smiled to you thanking you for lending her a helping hand and reassuring her paranoid father.

"Why don't you take your sister with you?"

Oh my god, how could he miss the point?

"Sarah will be fine here with us. Anyway, it's not good for her to go out in this weather, this morning I noticed her a little cold. We'll have dinner and then we can play some board games with her." You said and Joel seemed convinced. You flashed him a small smile and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'm leaving." Ellie chirped.

"You call me if you need anything." Joel reminded her before the girl walked out the door.

Joel leaned back on the couch and you went back to hug him. You sighed and you rubbed your face against his chest and covered yourself with the blanket, overwhelmed by teenage love.

"They're so cute together." You mentioned.

Joel hummed and put his arm around your body again. You frowned and you lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"What happens?" You lifted your head from his chest to look at him.

"I don't know, I just– I don't like this."

"You don't like what?"

"Ellie not talking to us about it."

You relaxed again, sighing and letting your head fall on his chest again. You thought he meant something else.

"I don't think she feels the need to do it, Joel. She knows we know and she knows we are perfectly okay with it, aren't we?" You asked him, squinting your eyes and he looked at you, offended.

"Of course we are. I'm not that old and she's my kid."

You giggled, kissing his lips again. "I was just kidding. What is it that you don't like then?"

"She never talks about how she feels, and kids at this age are mean."

"Oh, and you don't think she's tough enough?"

"She is, but– I would like her to talk to us sometime."

"Joel, I'm sure that if she was struggling with something she'd tell us. Or Sarah would let us know. They talk a lot, they're good sisters, they have each other's back. Besides, do you want her to talk to you about girls? Do you want Sarah to talk to you about boys?"

Joel pressed his lips together, that didn't seem like a good idea to him. He fixed his posture on the couch. "I want to meet that Riley."

"Oh, she's great." You added, getting comfortable, thinking that the dad complaints were over when Joel sat up straight again. You rolled your eyes, what was it now?

"She's great? What do you mean by that? Do you know her already?"

"Of course I know her. Every time I go pick up Ellie from her house she comes out to say hello. She's so nice."

"She just waves at me from the doorway..." Joel mumbled.

"That's because you're scary, baby." You kissed his cheek.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are dad." Sarah said coming down the stairs. You smiled at her, glad to see her out of her room but Joel was still shocked that you both found him scaring. "I like Riley too, she's cool."

"Wait you know her too? Am I the only one who doesn't know her yet?"

You and Sarah shared a look.

"To be fair I haven't had a conversation with her for more than five minutes."

"Yeah, and I've only seen her a couple of times."

You answered him to take some of the weight off the issue, but Joel huffed. He thought that Ellie was a dad's girl and the thought of not being his favorite and seeing her growup and start keeping things from him was truly annoying him.

"Come sit with us, let me know that at least one of my two daughters loves me. We'll have dinner in a minute." Joel made place for Sarah between you two.

"No, thanks, I don't want to know what's going on under that blanket."

"Oh I'm hella' sure you don't." Joel teased Sarah by slowly moving on top of you while hiding his face in the crook of your neck, smirking after Sarah's fake retching and you squirming from the tickling of his beard.

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skoulsons · 1 year

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Alright, scrambled ep3 thoughts

I love these credits so much

JOELLLL

just by the hand

is he burying someone?

WAIT

IS HE BURYING SARAH IS THIS THE START EPISODE FLASHBACK

but no his hand is hurt so it couldn’t be? Cause that’s from the QZ soldier?

oh Tess. I’m dumb as hell. lowkey forgot she died. rip annie too :/

10 miles okok we’re not far from Boston at all

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE CAMPSITE

that is his jacket on her legs I might collapse

he’s mad at her isn’t he. or just grieving. but she looks scared n the way he just grabbed his bag gives me pissed off dad feeling

“YOU WANT YOU JACKET BACK” STOP

the little head shake :(

GIVE HER THE REST. YEAHHHHHH

i love seeing shit i know happened that we never get to see happen in game happen in show. and the stuff I always read about in fics. makes me happy :)

I have this underlying feeling he’s gonna snap at her for some reason and I really hope im not correct

baby he’s not gonna talk to you rn he’s grieving

“I don’t want your sorry’s” :(

“Nobody made you or Tess take me. Nobody made you go along with this plan. You needed a truck battery, or whatever, and you made a choice. So don’t blame me for something that isn’t my fault.” Damn she could tell already that he was. or was trying to

the head nod :) yay we’re at an understanding. maybe.

he’s just so pretty

the inside of his jacket looks so warm no wonder she had it

“How much longer?” “Five hour hike.” “We can manage that.” And the deadpan look and turn. how did we get so lucky with these two for Joel and Ellie.

his pants look nice.

I like how she’s taking her time behind him. she’s never been out here before, so to see pretty streams and green trees and hear all the bugs and whatnot around her must be so fascinating

franks nice 😭 cant wait to meet him

“How’d you get that scar on your head?” mmmmm

IS IT SOMETHING LAME 😭

oh it was just a bullet graze

“Cause you suck at shooting or, like, in general?” “In general.” he looked so befuddled

“You ask a lot of damn questions” i love annoyed joel

WOW this set looks amazing

(I started the ep 20 minutes ago and am five minutes in…)

is she talking about Riley :/

“Is there anything bad in here?” “Just you.” “Ah, getting funnier” :’) I hope that continues to be used. I REALLY hope it’s used late in the show when they’re a lot closer

“fuck 🤨😑”

secret little compartment mmm

“You alright back there?” don’t speak to me don’t look at me don’t address me

Ellie don’t go down NO

this is gonna go badly

LOOTING IN SHOW THIS IS SO FUN

yup clicker I KNEW IT

oh oh no he’s chilling under rubble we’re cool. is he considered a stalker? cause he can still see?

the infected look so damn good.

good job ellie 🥹

“Ellie?” SHUT UP FIRST TIME HE CALLED HER BY HER NAME 😭 reminds me of him waking up in winter and calling for her. his face looks confused and also worried mmmm the fatherly instinct <3

his face when he stands up 💀

“Ellie?” Really reminding me of winter :((

“Ellie?” A THIRD?? im sorry

and she’s up like nothing happened

“Well if you’re just gonna leave it there…” “No.” 🫶🏻

HEY THE PLANE SHOT.

“Get shoved into a middle seat. Pay $12 for a sandwich” i hate how true this is 💀

i love just watching them walk together

her asking him questions like he knows everything about it is so Ellie

WAS IT A MONKEY I BET IT WAS A MONKEY. they run into monkey’s at the university right?

“I thought you went to school?” i love this line for early show them

I love how this is all one shot.

oh not the music kicking in. are we getting sad.

PANCAKE MIX :((((

“Around the same time Thursday” :(

“Friday night, September 26th, 2003” :( the head drop and looking to Ellie and immediately bringing his head back up so she doesn’t see through him

He’s fighting this conversation so hard

him putting his hand out in front of her is like a parent doing it to their kid in the passenger seat. I love the little instinctive things he does.

“Now I have to see” “I don’t want you to. I’m serious. Ellie!” “Can it hurt me?” “…no.”

YOURE TOO HONEST MAN

is he laughing. is he did. did he just. im begging this show please.

oh it’s the pile :/

is that a broken guitar

wow so they just killed people who they couldn’t fit in the QZ? damn.

OOOOH FLASHBACK

the dead fucking baby are you kidding me. are you kidding me. that’s the child’s blanket. what the hell.

OH ITS BILL FOUR DAYS AFTER.

“Not today, you new world order jackboot fucks” man i love bill

bro bills got a hell of a stash down here

all the liquor 😭

that’s such a cheeky hiding spot wow

ah man I’m so excited for bill content

THE PICKUP TRUCK aw this makes me happy

This sequence is so good

just looting a Home Depot. good for you bill I would too

I love that we get to see more of him and the town

mans is self sufficient in every way. what a king

AND HE EATS LIKE A KING

BILLS TRAPS hell yeah

“Doesn’t get old”

The music is so so good

oh shit 2007 and he’s still going strong

oooh are we meeting Frank

HI FRANK

it’s so cool to get to meet him considering he’s dead in the game. cant wait for this to be happy.

“and this is not an Arby’s” “well, arbys didn’t have free lunch, it was a restaurant” he’s so great I love him

(It’s been an hour and I’m 24 minutes in 😶)

I wonder how long it’s been since bills seen an actual person

he’s still got some working showers damn

“Thank you :D” he sounds so sweet

Almost spit my water out when bill burst through the door

bill being a great cook is such a cute addition. cause that’s not in the game as far as I remember. he was just our local car guy

Frank got so excited for wine 😭

bill doesn’t know what to do yet this is great

aww does he know how to play

seeing bill play the piano and sing was not what I had on my bucket list of things for tlou but here we are

Are they trying to get things more back to normal for a community? Interesting. And bill doesn’t want to

“There are no friends to be had” ur so right bill

OH THERES ACTUAL PEOPLE

OH ITS JOEL AND TESS SKFHSJVFEBR excuse me im dumb sometimes

“Oh, you’re a paranoid schizophrenic too?” 😭😭

Tess looks adorable

man joel looks so cute

OH 80 MEANS TROUBLE. frank came up with that :/

Joel’s got a different bag too

I wonder what causes that scene w the rain and fire in the trailer

Not them jogging 😭

Bills me when I run

“a little one” 😭 i hope he’s telling the truth and didn’t sell a shotgun or something

bro I’d kill for a strawberry right now. MUSIC??;?;?;

oh heres the Fire and Water

POURING IT DIRECTLY IN FUCK THAT WOULD HURT

he’s in a wheelchair. oh no.

Aw he’s been painting :(

aw man this is upsetting

he can’t even open the bag :/

is he gonna pass in his sleep.

oh he’s up?

what :(

THE DOOR TO DOOR MRI SALESMAN

Oh is it cancer :/

he’s gotta die before all that I have a feeling

WOW they have whole suits still

I’d be a wreck if I had to do this

OH THE MUSIC. WHAT THEME IS THIS. WHICH THEME IS THIS? Is it all all gone (alone)? I don’t remember. Or a similar score to it maybe. It’s terribly familiar

heyyy we’re here

is this the same day. like did Frank just die.

oh foods moldy so it’s been a while

wait so bill left a letter instead?

oh shit

wow

“I never liked you” 💀

OOOH ITS SPEAKING TO JOEL THE NOTE

“I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But, I was wrong. Because there was one person worth saving. That’s what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That’s why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do. And help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. I leave you with all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep Tess safe” :(( Bill wrote it for Tess but now it’s meant for Ellie I LOVE THIS

He’s literally having a mid life crisis right now.

JOEL SMILE. JOEL SMILE. JOEL SMILE.

WISJFUSKEISJFGDHs. Literally just went “OH. no. They wouldn’t.” I know this is the “what you say goes” scene but I thought they were gonna use the sulfuric acid to give her the chemical burn this early 😭

OOH WORD FOR WORD?? mmm almost.

“What you say goes.” Why does he look so tiny. LOOK AT HIM HE LOOKS SO HUGGABLE AND SMALL?? 🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻🤏🏻

“Dude.” “No.”

“I’m gonna shower. And then you’re gonna shower. Seriously”

STOP I LITERALLY WAS THINKING ABOUT IF THEYD GET TO SHOWER EARLIER

awww man her shirt <3

ELLIE NO

oh jeez

“OH DONT YOU LOOK PRETTY” “SHUT UP” STOPDJFHDKFH i love them so much. fucking domestic shit DAMN you don’t understand how giddy this shit makes me.

his wet and slicked back hair 🫶🏻

FLANNEL JOEL <33

CAR RIDE

seatbelt 🥹

HIM REACHING OVER HER TO GRAB THE SEATBELT??;!;?;? ARE WE GONNA? please for the love of everything in the world don’t talk to me that shit just sent me to the fucking stratosphere and beyond. got chills fucking thinking about it. fucking love them so much

“So cool” giving Ellie in the spaceship vibes in tlou2

MY EPISODE JUSF CUT OUT?? I have like a minute left

okay we’re back

“Put it back. Ellie!” to “no, no, wait, leave it. Leave it. Oh this is good, this is Linda Ronstadt. Do you know who Linda Ronstadt is?” look at him all giddy to listen to a Linda song again :(

HE JUST SMILED WITH TEETH?? HE JUST?? HE?)?(‘? SMILED?(??;! TEETH??

AND SHE SMILED BACK. cant wait to watch these last five minutes on a loop for the rest of my life

#the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams

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tloujm · 3 years

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Part XXVI: Giving Grief

Author’s Notes: This is the first chapter I’ve posted in months (literally since April). I don’t know if this is a full comeback. I have a few chapters in the drafts that need to be edited and formatted for posting but after that, I still plan on continuing the series bc my plan was always have a long fic. With no new content after part II of the game was released, my interest in the fandom waned but was always there. Now with HBO creating a show based off the game, as well as me being apart of the Pedro Pascal fandom, I think I will soon become more consistent in posting as new content gets released. I will say that at least half of what appeals to me for Joel is Troy Baker’s voice and while I love Pedro’s voice too, I know it won’t be the same. I still think Pedro will do the voice justice bc he can do a damn fine country accent as seen in the movie Prospect on Netflix. If you’re a fan of his and have Netflix, please go watch it!

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Summary: You and Joel reconcile and bond over Ellie and Sarah.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel waited for you to come home. He paced back and forth in the kitchen switching from holding the card and setting it down on the counter. He was eager to talk to you about this new revelation partly because he was nervous to have the other conversation with you. After a while of calming his nerves down, you still hadn’t come home. The sun had set an hour ago and Joel was ready to throw on his boots and go looking for you.

Just as he laced them up, the front door opened. You walked in and immediately stopped because his body blocked you from walking in the house further.

“Going somewhere?” You asked as you slid past him. He was a grown man and could do what he wanted, but the thought of him leaving to go do other things before the issue between you was resolved upset you.

He reached back down to unlace his boots. “Not anymore. I was ‘bout to head out and find you.”

“Why?” You asked dryly.

“I’d been waiting on you to come home for a couple of hours. We gotta talk.”

“You’re right, we do. I was helping Wendy walk the kids home from the daycare; that’s what held me up. I’m here now, though.” You leaned against the back of the couch and crossed your arms. The stance you took reminded you of what Joel would do.

He walked into the kitchen and came back. “Kiddo made this for us.”

You took it in your hands. “When did she have time to make this?” He shrugged. Your fingers brushed across the drawing of the hat before finally opening it. “Oh my God.” She looked at you for a split second before looking back down at her signature. “Her name has been ‘Ellie’ the whole time.”

“I know.” He commented.

“She never said anything. All of us have asked her.”

“Technically, she still hasn’t spoken her name, but I guess she wasn’t ready for that.”

“She wasn’t ready to let anybody in.” You said. He nodded in agreement.

“Until now.” He walked up to you and pointed to her name on the card. “She’s doing so good, this Ellie. I can only try to imagine the horrors that she’s seen out in the world before she came to Jackson, but whatever happened out there, it led her to us. I’m...It’s just nice to see her opening up to this place.”

You understood what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m proud of her too.” You walked past him and into the kitchen to hang the card on the refrigerator. Joel followed. This time, his arms were crossed.

“(Y/N), I meant it when I said I was sorry back there. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” You rebutted.

“I was upset with you because I expected you to react the same as me when Ellie climbed up that T-Rex, but I don’t want a carbon copy of myself. I love you and want to have a family with you because you are wise beyond your years, confident even if you don’t always think so, responsible even for things that aren’t your responsibility and most importantly, you’re level headedness. Where I have a tendency to lose my cool in certain situations, you are guided by this calm...patient sense of will that I envy.” He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, giving you the opportunity to say something. Seeing that you were still soaking in his words, he continued. “You’ll be a great mother. I saw it in the gentle way you juggled all those kids at the daycare. I saw it in the way you took care of Ellie the first day she came here. You’ll see though, if it’s meant for us to have a baby, how difficult it is to stop worrying. It didn’t stop when Sarah....even when I tried to push those feelings away. It doesn’t stop. I know she’s not her, but it’s hard for me to just stand by and watch her do something that could hurt her.”

“I wasn’t standing by, or at least that wasn’t my intention. I wanted to give her space. She’s so delicate, or maybe that’s my problem. I shouldn’t treat her like she’s some glass figurine. I just wanted her to grow comfortable with us by trusting her. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me to do when there was nothing personally for me to go off of, but then I thought, she’s lived out there for God knows how long by herself. She’s not only seen things but has been able to survive things. It’s hard to see how clever someone is when they won’t let you in, but I knew she had to be to have made it this far. I get it though. I’ve never been a parent. I can only sympathize with your worries. I can not empathize with you until I’ve been where you have. I’m sorry too. I could have found a way to give her space without allowing her to be in such a dangerous spot. You must be disappointed in me.”

He moved up to you and placed his hands on your shoulder. “I’m not. Look at me. I’m not disappointed in you. She was both of our responsibilities earlier.” He brought you into a tight hug. “You’re right, she is smart. She felt comfortable enough to show a side of herself that no one else has seen. You know why? ‘Cause she felt safe around us. Despite the grief she put me through, it was nice to see her so happy.”

“I know it was, wasn’t it? I can’t believe she jumped though! I didn’t think she’d go that far.”

“At the end of the day, kids will be kids. It’s not an excuse to slack off on raising ‘em, but there's just a certain wild and carefree nature that every kid has. It’s instilled in their DNA or somethin’ and then it fades away as they get older, about the time their back starts to ache.” Joel chuckled as he explained. He kissed the top of your head before pulling away to get a good look at you. He made a face as if to ask if you were ok. You nodded. He took your hand and pulled you into the living room. You sat down next to him. “She reminds me of Sarah sometimes. Ellie’s about the same age as her. She ran me through the ringer, raising that one.” He chuckled at the memories. “I wouldn’t trade it in for the world, being her dad, but you shoulda seen the amount of grief she put me through. Especially being a single parent.” He wiped his hand across his face, letting it linger along the length of his neck. “One time, she snuck off to some skate park when I told her no. She was in this skateboarding phase. I bought her a customized skateboard for her birthday and she would practice using it up and down the driveway. She had barely learned that little flippy trick when she asked me to take her to the skate park. I told her no because it looked like it was for experienced skaters. I wanted her to practice more first. To say the least, she was mad at me. She told me she was staying after school for the science club, but she really went to the skate park with some friends. By the time I figured out where she was, I found her lying in the grass, holding her arm in pain. Turned out she had a hairline fracture in her...radius?” He pointed to the bone on his arm. You nodded that it was in fact called radius. “I grounded her for lying to me, but sometimes I wonder if I should have taken her to the park. I mean I’m no expert on skateboarding, but at least I could have been there to supervise; make sure she wasn’t on one of those tough looking ramps.”

“Did you ever take her skateboarding after she healed up?”

“After the cast came off, she switched interests to soccer. I installed a shelf on one of her walls to hang the skateboard on. Better that than being stuffed under her bed. Soccer was her life though. She made new friends from the team, won titles, learned tricks with the ball. Me and Tommy were regulars at her games. I was...am proud of her.”

You smiled as you envisioned his memories. “Did she give you grief with that as well?”

He nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh yeah, but I’m sure I used to give her grief too.” You lifted your eyebrows with desire for him to elaborate. “I may or may not have argued with the coach and ref on a few occasions regarding plays.”

“You never dated any of the soccer moms?” You teased.

He scoffed. “Most of them were married and the ones who weren’t, I sent Tommy’s way instead. He wasn’t mad at it.” The two of you chuckled. “I did flirt with a few, married or not, so I could get my hands on some of their homemade baked goods.”

“I was under the assumption that soccer moms made food for everyone.”

“They did, but I still wanted a few more cupcakes for the ride home.” He admitted as you laughed. “Listen, I had a busy life. I didn’t have much time to hone my baking skills, so it was nice to be able to have homemade cakes and cookies for a change.

“Well, if you wanted cookies, that’s all you had to say! I can show you how to bake right now.”

“It’s late.” He reasoned.

“It’s never too late to feed your sweet tooth.” You rebutted as you pulled him back into the kitchen.

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joelmillerthirstqz · 4 years

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From this prompt: Joel meets y/n and he makes it his MISSION to fuck her. Throw in a daddy kink if you’re brave

(I did, with ten thousand character-intensive caveats. Porn with obligatory plot, is there a tag for that? Anyway have some suspiciously assertive Joel)

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Joel moves throughout the rooms of his house, picking up one occupation after the next, bored around one in the afternoon and faced with the reality that he neither remembers nor knows what to do with actual free time, safety, and space of his own. Tommy and Maria had brought some kind approximations of traditional housewarming, but much of his home was furnished by the previous resident and he sat there overwhelmed by spatial possibility. For all his griping about Ellie’s perpetual stream-of-consciousness chattering, the silence roared in his ears like he’d been dragged downstream.

Do people just go drink now? Just talk to each someone to pass the time? he thinks to himself, frustrated. By the time he could legally go to a bar, he’d been twenty-one and Sarah had been three, her mom long gone. He hadn’t spent time alone since the outbreak—always Tommy or Tess and others in between nearby. Acute problems to solve, no time for chronic reflection.

Tommy brought a lone box of possessions from his apartment with a case of cheap beer the night Sarah’s mom left, hanging around more tangibly than any other family had and often taking Sarah to school once Sarah was old enough. Tommy joked that it was more like Joel having two kids to deal with; Joel ribbed him for perpetually flirting with the very clearly married moms of his niece’s classmates.

Joel gulps a breath, self-flagellating with the idea that he hadn’t been able to protect Sarah when Tommy and Maria so clearly deserved to have their own child, forgetting as ever that his brother executed the soldier that shot Sarah before he could get to Joel—without a blink.

Wonderful. That’s what you do alone with your thoughts for two seconds. Jesus, Joel, he grumbles inwardly.

He’d been dragged to so many damn things since settling in Jackson and didn’t know what to do when it was his choice, so he looks outside. If Ellie’s light is on, he’ll go awkwardly try to make conversation, see if she’s okay. If she’ll be caught in a forgiving mood; if not, if he’s really pushing it.

Joel’s boots thud softly on the flagstone they’d carefully laid together, a path for her to get up to the house without soaking her sneakers through. Tonight, though, she’s gone or playing dead, so he sighs and shrugs a coat on, headed for the Tipsy Bison.

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Joel spent a nontrivial amount of his time lately fending off interested parties in Jackson.

It was just cuffing season, he dismissed—encroaching fall making people a little weird. Since he’d begun to settle in, slowly accustoming himself to having Ellie out of his sight often and a normal couch in a house without shattered windows, he’d slowly accepted more public interactions. He’d grudgingly shoulder into town meetings, quiet until Tommy or someone else would put a question to him like he had a fucking clue.

Joel went on patrol, helping some of the greener residents learn to keep themselves safe. Unfortunately, it meant more people caught sight of him. Joel was used to prowling through quarantine zones swollen with cowering masses plainly terrified of him, which left him minimally prepared for reactions he thought he’d stopped evoking long ago.

The people whose breath hitch when they first notice him, the longing stares when he’d finally break and smile or laugh—they’d gotten embarrassing enough for him to avoid certain places.

Whenever Joel seems like he’s about to not comply with her wishes, Maria frequently threatens to tell the women who ask her in lewd tones if Tommy has a brother the truth—he does, and how about I introduce you?

The truth was he didn’t feel capable of starting anything with someone who’d ask where he’d been. Joel didn’t want to remember, even if he’d finally pinned the picture of himself with Sarah at a soccer game up next to the blooming collection of pictures in his living room with Ellie, Polaroids in Jackson blooming over nearby wall space every few weeks. People who wanted honesty to go with their peaceful existence reminded him too much of Tommy’s near-fatal optimism, and he felt like it would be too dishonest to start anything with anyone who still lost sleep over distasteful things done to survive. Delightful first-date baggage, in his estimation.

At the Tipsy Bison, he edges in by the drinking patrol nearest the door, welcomed gruffly and responding the same. It was nice to be recognized without raw fear or calculation as he entered, and Joel warms enough to drop his coat over the back of his chair, his rust-colored flannel’s buttons parting over the shirt beneath it as he moves, listening to Eugene tell some inflated war story with an almost-cold beer.

“Alright, fuck this. Knuckle up, asshole, I’m not doing this on patrol tomorrow,” Joel’s ears perk up at the sound of your chair clattering backwards as you stand. Joel recognizes you from the newer batch of arrivals, clearly deemed capable enough to join an early patrol just days after your arrival.

“Jesus, settle the fuck down,” one of the younger patrolmen grouses, standing up. Alex. Oh, the dumb kid.

“Nope. Now or never,” you insist.

“Listen, I’m not hitting you,” he sounds unapologetic but tries to portray himself as the reasonable party. He’s wiry, and Joel’s seen him fend for himself, but his posture doesn’t belie cool confidence.

“You clearly have some doubts, so let’s get into it,” you urge, agitated beyond belief. He’d been needling you about perceived skill, something about not growing up having to field dress animals, and you’d fucking had it. He was going to make a point on patrol and get someone hurt, and you were not carrying bodies back into Jackson because of some ego or misplaced crush.

He taps your shoulder mockingly with a closed fist, a gentle little motion, trying to smile playfully.

You hook him across the jaw, staggering him before taking a knee to his stomach as he tries to right himself.

“More, or you’re finished?” you ask.

Joel fully sits up in his chair. He hasn’t seen anything like this in Jackson. Glancing over both shoulders for his brother, Maria, and finding a clear coast he watches the outcome with interest, sipping his beer with an upturned mouth.

You’re cute, or appealing, or some reflexive word Joel hadn’t used in years, pushing hair out of your eyes as you regain your center.

Alex tries to sweep your legs out, successfully swiping one and getting a knee to the diaphragm for it as you land.

“Okay, fuck, I’m done,” he grunts and you rise easily, offering him a hand.

“Good,” you mumble, letting go the second he’s righted. You look around a little chastened by all the eyes on you, deciding to forego another round.

“I’m going to bed before we do this again,” you nod at Alex, and the rest of the patrol group you recognize in turn.

Joel eyes you as you depart, beer polished off and goodbyes waved, coat gripped in his fist to be flung on once outside. He knows your name, had seen you near the stables and conversing with the patrols. Hearing you speak, despite the context, maybe because of it, let him confirm something he’d been suspecting when he caught glimpses of you before. Never having had the right circumstances or raw spare time to devote all his energy to taking someone to bed, he steels himself to confirm it.

He trots after you, tugging his jacket back on and finding his way to the four-story hotel the town had spent arduous time clearing, stripping of spores, and making hospitable enough for people new to Jackson. Joel ended up leading a lot of the effort himself, vaguely proud to be doing something other than dismantling things, stretching old skills. Your little corner balcony faces off of one side, a nice view of the town unfolding as people begin to switch lights on for a sooner-than-yesterday sundown. You’re appreciative of a strange little luxury—not sure when the last time you stood with your back to a door without anticipating some infected would burst through.

You lean your elbows on the railing, a flask of whisky tipping in your fingers as you watch Jackson light up, a lone figure’s long strides coming into view down the broad street. The night is cool against your skin, but the little shiver the breeze causes feels affirming.

You’d always loved the fall, and Jackson’s soft sounds of life feel unreal enough that you could never sit here just sobering up before bed. It would leave you too wired, buzzing with the anxiety of certain impermanence. Reconciling this liminal zone with the gnashing horror just beyond it wasn’t something you’d take on without help. If Jackson was only a passing reprieve, you had to make yourself calm enough to enjoy it.

Joel halts below where you’re standing, hands on his hips pulling his jacket open as he looks up at you.

You’re instantly sheepish—you’d guessed in whatever patrol hierarchy there was, he was rather important. And you’d just visibly beaten someone down.

“Alex okay?” you call.

“He’ll be peachy. Not here for that,” Joel retorts, low drawl pleasant.

“Well,” you shrug, gesturing to the two mismatched chairs on the balcony with your flask. “Allow me to be a gracious host.”

He smiles and looks down for a moment. Even a couple of stories above him, you can see his height, start to assess his proportions because you’re too tipsy to be a human fucking being about your first interactions in a good place. You quickly add up a sum: his legs are long, shoulders broad, hair long enough to tug on. His frame suggests complete capability and you have a dire need to test it.

Aw, fuck.

“Y’know, I’ve got real glasses for drinking that,” Joel insinuates before he can tell himself to shut the fuck up, or to stop harassing newcomers, or any other sensible thought.

“Fair enough,” you call, closing your flask and holding a finger up to signal that he should wait.

When you arrive downstairs, boots poorly laced and denim jacket barely enough for the chill, Joel’s leaning on the veranda of the whole structure. You suppose its fair to gawk in appreciation so you do, assuring yourself you could have chosen not to.

“Look, I’m not going to ask what this is, and you won’t ask why I’m saying yes, okay?” you say softly when you’re a couple of feet from him.

Joel raises his eyebrows, feeling untethered. Some corner of him expected to humiliate himself to death so he could go home and fall asleep barely after dark, anything to shut himself up until he was occupied again. His heart speeds a little at your reply, hand on the back of his neck as he pushes back onto both feet.

“I’m close,” Joel offers, hand down towards the street, fists quickly in his own pockets. You pull your bottom lip inward, looking at his profile, wanting to hear it again, lower, helpless.

You pass the walk in tense but not unpleasant silence, glancing at each other until you reach his porch and he edges in to unlock his door.

Turning on lights as you toe off your boots and follow him inside, you watch how he moves, past the need for any type of persuasion. He returns from the kitchen with two matching, unchipped short glasses and a cylindrical glass of amber liquid.

“Trade?” Joel asks setting the bottle down and closing an open window. Your mouth quirks.

“That’s a nice custom. It a Jackson thing?” you ask, tipping your flask into his glass as he returns and pours from the bottle for you.

He laughs, sharp hazel eyes jumping up to you and back down, hand running over his beard.

“Not sure. What else would you do?”

You drop onto one of the two couches, arranged in the way that says people actually spend time here together. Joel gets onto his knees to build a fire, definitely a necessity, though kind of needlessly sweet for the occasion.

“This?” you tease, gesturing between the two of you. Joel joins you on the same couch, heat radiating into the space around you, well before the spark in the fireplace could catch enough to reach you.

You take stock of each other in comfortable silence, and a slow grin moves from one side of your face to the other. You finish your drink with a tinge of shyness, setting it down as he does the same.

You have no warning before his mouth is on yours, hands on either side of your face. It’s achingly good to be kissed with complete attention, luxury of time changing the entire tenor of kissing another person. You’re grounded to who’s holding you, mouth accepting him as Joel leads, guiding your jaw where he wants it with the flat of his palm. Joel moves slowly, plenty of time for you to reciprocate his motions though you begin to shift closer, scant sense of rhythm keeping you from straddling his hips.

The taste of him and your anticipatory haze keeps you fixed on the kiss, his hands sliding lower and beginning to move you towards his lap.

You try not to break the kiss with a smile, but it happens anyway and he looks up curiously. You sit back on your heels and tear through the buttons of your jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch and stroking fingernails through his beard before beginning the kiss again. Joel tugs you closer by the hip, urging you into his lap. He scans your face intensely, pulling you fully against him and letting his hands run the expanse of your back.

You can feel how rough his hands are through your shirt, so your fingers fly to his to work the buttons of his flannel.

“Christ,” you roll your eyes, exposing a second shirt underneath. He chuckles warmly in his chest, your foreheads bowed together a moment.

“C’mon,” Joel mutters, broad hands under each of your thighs as he rises with you wrapped around him. A segment somewhere in your brain shimmers, clicking with the novel experience, a knockout strike in the lane of neurons igniting to remember their roles.

“Where’s c’mon?” you ask incoherently between kisses, moving your mouth to his neck so he can answer. You think regretfully that it’s probably substantially warmer down here, fire catching nicely.

“Upstair—” Joel cuts off, your teeth nipping his pulse point.

You feel his heart jump against your mouth and your chest at once. You kiss him slowly as he takes you upstairs, stopping halfway up. He pushes you against the banister and deepens the kiss, hard length made clear. Shifting you closer to his waist once you resume, Joel’s hands creep a little higher, fingertips edging up as they dig in.

As you reach his bedroom, you have one hand hooked in the bottom seam of his shirt, ready to pull it off as he tries to set you down. Joel grunts when you tangle his broad shoulders in it, getting free and discarding it agilely. He bears down on you under dark lashes, chest rising and falling noticeably. The chill upstairs dissolves quickly as you twine together, hands running over his chest. It’s impressively broad and defined, thickening line of hair leading into his jeans.

You strip out of your two shirt layers with a casual roll of your upper body. Joel’s rapt eyes dragging over every rib leave you feeling exposed until his hands cover your breasts, mouth on your neck. You try to tug the rest of him towards the bed by the belt loops, but get frustrated and try to unclasp his belt instead.

Joel stoops to claw quickly at his boots, both thrown one handed before coming to rest against the wall. He hasn’t taken his eyes from you as you rise to slip your jeans down, one hand already curled back around your waist. He spreads his other hand across your abdomen, callused fingertips making you shudder appreciatively. Shoving you back, Joel gets to his knees with one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, grasped in his palm, kissing down your thigh. His free hand still moves over the rest of you.

Your mind is blankly focused on the rasp of his beard inside your legs. If you were honest, head wasn’t a frequent priority after the outbreak, sex usually a time-sensitive stress fix—for everyone. Add to that the average skill of the college peers you’d fucked before and, well, you’d only ever mildly enjoyed it.

Joel sucks your clit into his mouth, hard, and you arc off the bed. He moves without an ounce of uncertainty, shifting and roughly positioning you for the best angle as he goes. Being pursued like this, by a person who squarely checks boxes you didn’t know were empty left you wet enough to take him the moment you’d been out of your pants. His tongue pushes inside of you, followed quickly by one finger and then another, static but wonderful. You writhe on the bed at the feeling, low hum of a chuckle skittering across your sensitive skin.

One hand in the sheets, your other makes it into his hair. You grind against him without being able to help it, riding the stretch of his fingers as his tongue laves forceful circles around your clit.

“Fuck,” you try to grit out, embarrassed by the disassembled breathiness of your voice. It’s more a sigh as he curls his fingers within you, hazel flicking up to watch your reaction. You paw at his shoulders blindly, wanting him closer, wanting to fuck him, trying to pull back from him to tell him. He’s deadset in his focus, teeth softly grazing you in reply to your attempt.

“Can you just—” Joel grumbles, rising,“—be good for one goddamned second—” he yanks you towards him by your ankle.

“This where you want me to tell you to make me?” you tease, sitting up in his lap and wrenching him closer with your legs.

He huffs a small laugh, making to kiss you, but you hold him back.

“I want you to make me, okay?” You say seriously, grasping the hair at his nape to emphasize it.

Joel leans forward, biting your lip with care.

“Alright,” he confirms, hands around your jaw. You taste yourself on him, and a near-growl ripples through him, evident through his chest pressed against yours.

You duck away from his kiss, not caring to get his jeans off before getting a hand around his cock, your mouth enclosing the tip before you can register how much there is to take.

“Christ,” he breathes, eyes shut, face turned towards the ceiling. As your hand becomes slick enough to work over his shaft, his hands stabilize in your hair, bunching. You feel him flex in your mouth as he parts his lips and tugs on your hair, hauling you up level with his face.

“You don’t get to end it now,” Joel smiles, mouth almost against yours. You smile at the rough motion, hot interest skipping down your spine. His opposite hand is running over your chin while he composes himself, far closer than he’d wanted to be at this point.

You bite his fingers, pulling two deftly in to suck and keeping his gaze. His pupils darken and you feel a surge of pride at the same time as you feel him shove you back onto the bed, tearing his jeans off and finally joining you. Joel covers you, kissing you roughly and pulling your thighs around his hips, on his knees. He sheathes inside you without resistance, groaning and bowing his head at first. Even ready, he stretches you noticeably and you gasp at his first experimental thrusts, dragging your hips up to his each time.

You rise up to meet him, nails dug into his shoulders for traction, meeting his thrusts.

Joel hisses more in chastisement than discomfort at it, smacking your ass curiously.

“You know I’m not delicate,” you say close to his ear, snapping the lobe between your teeth unnecessarily hard.

“Shit, ow—” he grumbles, smacking you harder. You moan at the feeling, spread over his lap and trawling nails down his back. You tug where you’ve latched on, moving lower and biting his neck. He does it again, rolling his hips as you clench down on him. You scrape your teeth over his shoulder. Joel hits you again, force of it stinging how you’d hoped.

You provoke him to continue, pulling his hair, hard, and biting the skin over his collarbone.

Joel fists your hair and tugs back hard, exposing your throat to him even as you keep riding him, spanking you with almost musical timing. You almost draw blood scratching your nails out of his hair to the nape of his neck, grinning from your forced angle as he pants under you.

Joel leans forward and nips carefully over your larynx, clamping down hard on tendons just next to it. It’s a brash spot to suck a bruise into, and even the less visible parts of your body would surely be screaming on patrol in the morning.

You cry out, nerves and instinctive reaction to teeth near your neck making your heart and your cunt clench.

Joel flips you without effort, pressing a palm against your lower back to shove you into the mattress. You feel him strike your ass, once, twice, three times, and then his fingers are at your entrance, coaxing your hips to tilt up. He brushes his knuckles against you, leaning over to breathe into your ear.

“Here?”

“What did I just say?” You retort, appreciative of his caution but entirely sold on the possibility that walking will hurt tomorrow.

Joel doesn’t reply but you can see him roll his eyes from the corner of yours as he swats your cunt, hard, sensation shattering across your skin. You moan and he takes the initiative to do it again. Your shoulder blades pinch together around his hand, veering up with it. You turn your face entirely into the bed, muffling moans and faux-objections as he works, tenderness rising to the surface of your skin.

You feel Joel’s hands harshly grasp handfuls of your ass the second before he thrusts into you again, the force pinning you to the bed. He fucks you hard for long minutes, sweat building between you enough to make his hands slip. Joel’s forearm slides around your front and pulls you back against his chest.

You immediately claw at his arm, grateful to anchor yourself to him directly, pushing your hips down against his as he falls back to a gentler pace. His mouth reaches your shoulder and your hand flies to his hair again, straining to kiss him. Maybe it was weird to seek him like that—could still be a fantastic, unattached fuck—but Joel kisses you with this unerring focus that already makes you hope it will happen again.

“Takin’ me perfectly,” he drawls, some enunciation falling away with his blood coursing like this. You want to keep hearing him, so you nod and resume kissing him.

“More delicate than you thought? Need a break?” Joel taunts, and your eyes narrow as he speaks low and close, still thrusting shallowly.

“You want it hard again?” Joel teases, fingers skimming your stomach to roll your clit between them his thumb and index. It pinches and you suck in a breath, your hips floundering against his patient rhythm.

Your eyes spark and you decide to push.

“Yes, daddy,” you mock, almost sneering at him.

A dim recollection of a girl he’d briefly seen after Sarah’s mom left dusts itself off, and he reconnects dots that drifted apart from disuse after the outbreak. Joel raises his eyebrows at you and tips his head as if to say, “Well, alright then.”

You’re on your hands and knees before you can react, his hand spanning across your collarbones, bracing you against his repeated impact. Joel’s breathing becomes ragged each time he slides home, folding over you again to spill an endless wave of questions into your ear. His fingers are smoother across your clit now, drawing soaked concentric circles as you hitch.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Joel punctuates with a snap of his hips.

“You gonna come for me just like this?” Again.

“Come around my cock like a good girl?” Again, rough.

You moan, dropping to your elbows as he pounds into you, orgasm building inside of you spilling over to his fingers’ stimulation, a low groan meeting yours. You’re past words and shivering on the edge of climax when he taps your jaw.

“Focus up, c’mon,” he rumbles in your ear, demanding your attention. The pressure of his length against the tension inside of you has your vision blurring at the edges.

“Tell me,” Joel demands, pulling out halfway.

“Yes! Please, please,” you hear yourself sound panicky at the threat of losing his touch.

“Not what I asked you, baby,” he goads, nipping softly across your shoulders. His hand hasn’t stilled, and you know your eyes are rolling with the distracting pleasure of it.

“Yes, yes I will, please—”

“Tell me what,” he slips in an inch, voice shaky with thin control, fingers flexing where they meet your skin.

“Come for you, please don’t stop,” you plead, trying to shove your hips back to to meet his.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Joel murmurs and you break, quivering against his fingers and fussing with effort and relief. Your cheeks and mouth bloom red as your eyes droop with the onslaught of endorphins, still cresting as you feel Joel’s hips snap in quick succession, burying himself deep and making the best, most broken noise you could have hoped for. Even deep in your own fog, you reach for him, finding his mouth as it seeks yours again, aftershocks rolling through him.

Joel rolls onto his back, tugging you along one side. You don’t much enjoy being pinned if you weren’t also being penetrated, so the intimacy of lying there like lovers with someone you’d barely glimpsed, much less talked to, was unsettling.

Joel laughs like it’s easy for him, face lighting up with the motion, hand stroking your hair behind your ear.

“What?” You ask, propping yourself up on an elbow.

“Just surprised you said yes,” he clarifies. “I’m don’t—this isn’t a usual Wednesday for me,” he clears his throat.

You analyze his expression for a second, looking for the deceit and just finding something genuine and suspiciously shy for having nearly spanked you to orgasm minutes ago.

“You don’t accost every vulnerable newcomer and ply them with good whisky?” You prod, draping yourself over his chest, an easy negotiation of legs happening without either of you needing to acknowledge it.

“Bourbon, and, just the ones who start fistfights, really,” he teases, hands drifting over you, hungry warmth reaching his eyes as the afterglow begins to recede.

“Come downstairs?” Joel asks, like you weren’t tangled up in his bedsheets, surrounded and willingly captive to whatever he wanted.

“That was the original plan,” you protest, peering around for his shirt and slipping into it.

He smirks and kisses the tip of your nose, pausing and tipping your chin up to kiss you properly.

God damn it, you think. Oh, god damn it.

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us joel #the last of us #the last of us fic #the last of us ii #the last of us 2 #asks #filled prompts #prompts #joel/reader

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chicagocityofclans · 3 years

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Zekharyah Harris → Jeffrey Dean Morgan → Jackal Animal Shifter

→ Basic Information

Age: 116

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: February 29th (Leap Year/Celebrated on the 28th)

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Religion: Catholic

→ His Personality Zack has an odd but unique personality. He is a leader at heart, who hates playing power games and is quite reasonable when someone decides to negotiate with him instead of Sarah, Shannon, Ellis or Odell. Despite Zack’s watchful nature, he can be quite friendly at times and very joyous or teasing. Zack is highly intelligent and cunning. He puts logic first and is a very clever strategist. While he can be very intimidating and pitiless, he is also a strangely charismatic man with a twisted sense of humor.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Full Time 2nd of Clan Jackal

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Large Sea Creatures And DIY Interior Design

Two Dislikes: Fast Foods and Leap Years

Two Fears: Plane Crashes and Sinking

Two Hobbies: Home Improvement and Vintage Item Collecting

Three Positive Traits: Flexible, Plausible, Perceptive

Three Negative Traits: Territorial, Impatient, Intimidating

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Mykhael ‘Mike Jr.’ Harris (Father): Mike has always been an active father and has had a large presence in Zack’s life. Mike is also an amazing grandfather.

Elliyanna ‘Anna’ Harris (Mother): Anna and Zack have a typical supernatural son and mother relationship. They are really close and Zack loves her very much.

Sibling Names:

Dominick ‘Nick’ Harris (Brother): Nick is Zack’s little brother; only 10 month apart. They are best friends and neighbors. Nick is married with two kids also.

Cadynn Harris (Brother): Cadynn is Zack's little brother and Emmalynn’s twin. Cadynn is a forever bachelor and Zack wishes he would settle down.

Emmalynn ‘Emma’ McOwens nee Harris (Sister): Emma is Zack’s little sister and Cadynn’s twin. She has been married twice and has 13 beautiful kids.

Kolton Harris (Brother): Kolton and Zack have had a strained relationship from the beginning. They are 18 years apart and just like Cadynn, Kolton is a player.

Bryleigh ‘Bree’ Walker nee Harris (Sister): Bree is one of the triplets and is Zack’s younger sibling by 58 years. Zack is closer to Bree’s husband and his nephew more than he is with Bree. However, Sarah and Bree are good friends.

Destinee Evans nee Harris (Sister): Destinee is one of the triplets and is Zack’s younger sibling by 58 years. Destinee has recently gotten separated with her husband and Zack has been trying to support her the best he can.

Addilyn Harris (Sister): Addilyn is one of the triplets and is Zack’s youngest sibling by 58 years. Addilyn left their pack to join the Jackals in Settle with her boyfriend. Zack is trying to keep his judgement to himself for the time being.

Unknown Harris (Unknown): Zack's parents are pregnant again and they are currently waiting for the gender reveal party next month to find out the gender of their next sibling.

Children Names:

Shannon Harris (Daughter): Zack and Shannon often have to play referees to the epic fights between Sarah and Zelda. Shannon reminds Zack a lot of Sarah when she was younger, making parenting a little easier on him. He knows how to get Shannon out of her head. They often go for a drive or take a walk down to the local diner. He can pull her out of a spiral before it gets too far and grounds Shannon to herself and the situation at hand.

Zelda Harris (Daughter): Zelda and Zack have a strong father daughter bond. She had him wrapped around her finger from the moment she was born. Just like Shannon takes after Sarah, Zelda takes after Zack. They have the same dry sense of humor and level headedness when it comes to situations. Zack approves of her relationship with Odell not that he would say it out loud. Zelda has always been bigger than Chicago and at least with Odell, Zack knows that she will get the chance to explore the world with someone he trusts.

Romantic Connections:

Sarah Harris (Wife): They grew up together in Chicago, attended the same schools and even shared the same friend group. Their romantic relationship did not kick off until middle school when Sarah broke her leg, falling off a cliff while shifted, during a pack outing. Zack had volunteered to carry her back home. It did not take long for them to become serious and eventually join their two families. Their relationship is built on a strong spiritual and intellectual bond, aided by their friendship and familiarity with one another and their intense love for each other. Zack and Sarah promised each other when they married, a few weeks after they graduated high school, that they would focus on loving and growing with each other, their education, and careers before starting a family. A promise they kept.

Platonic Connections:

Ellis Watts III (Best Friend): Despite Ellis being younger and Zack having been friends with his father, Ellis is hands down one of Zack's best friends.

Vanessa ‘Vee’ Armstrong (Family): Vee is Shannon’s best friend and might as well be Zack and Sarah’s third daughter. Zack has made the distaste for her parents known and has a no questions asked open door policy for Vee.

Odell Rella (Family): Odell is dating Zack’s daughter, Zelda. Zack did not approve of Odell at first but the two went toe to toe one evening and Odell has since gained Zack’s trust and respect.

Katherine King (Good Friend): Zack and Katherine grew up together. She was friends with some of Zack’s younger siblings and Zack was friends with her older brother, Dorian. She has been a huge support for the campaign and university.

Leon King (Friend): Zack was one of the first, alongside some of Katherine’s family to greet Leon when he first joined their clan. They have kept in touch but have yet to form a friendship away from Katherine.

Chris Bialar (Friend): They share a mutual respect and admiration for one another. Chris was one of Zack’s first friends outside of his pack and species. Zack also enjoys having another non jackal male around that understands fatherhood.

Sol Alfaro (Friendly): Sarah introduced Zack to Sol decades back. Sol has always been straight to business and blunt; Zack admires it.

Amaria Crais (Possible Business Partner): Zack approached Clan Cat about the possibilities of creating a university together. So far everyone is playing nice.

Greer Finley (Possible Business Partner): Zack approached Clan Cat about the possibilities of creating a university together. So far everyone is playing nice.

Hostile Connections:

None

Pets:

None

#Zack Harris #Zekharyah Harris #Taken

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davidcarner · 6 years

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Aces, Charles, Epilogue

A/N: I feel so bad. I had always planned an epilogue after a short break from this story, but I forgot, because I'm old. I went back and read Aces, Charles a few days ago, and I was like, wait, that's not how it ends! I dug in my computer and found the epilogue half finished. Muh bad. So, I apologize, but I'm trying to correct my mistake. As they say, one more time, with feeling, I give you Aces, Charles, Chapter 11, The Epilogue

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but seriously, WB, some of us on here will gladly write a movie, season 6, a miniseries, WHATEVER YOU WANT!...sorry, I miss them.

December 24th, 2010

"Kid, we can't fall in love." Those words played through his head over and over. He knew what he was getting into marrying Jenny. It was over 5 ½ years later, but he knew this day would come, there was no way it couldn't. He looked around the room, and saw it was a disaster area. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure out where to start. Almost two months it had been him trying to care for his daughter, but when you're a momma's girl and she wasn't around, it begins to take its toll.

"Come in," Chuck yelled to the knock on the door. The door opened and Ellie came in, a sad smile on her face. Ellie looked around, there were no Christmas decorations anywhere. The day before Christmas and nothing, it was sad. She wasn't surprised, though. It didn't feel like Christmas, and it wouldn't as long as Jenny was gone. Ellie walked into the kitchen, and there stood Chuck, he hadn't shaved, and he definitely needed a shower.

"Did any of the food get in her?" she asked, grinning. Chuck shrugged.

"I'm not really sure," Chuck admitted. "She's just mad because her mom's not here.

"Chuck," Ellie began.

"Ellie, it's what she wants, and I have to honor it," Chuck said. "Remember how she was about getting married?" Ellie nodded. "She does things a certain way, her way, and that's just the way it is. She's rather hard headed that way."

"Mama?" the little voice asked. Chuck turned around and scooped the little one off of the floor.

"Hey, Sarah," Ellie said, reaching for her. Chuck handed the curly blond-headed, brown-eyed angel to her aunt. He huffed out a sigh, and that's when he heard the door close.

"Hey, guys, I'm sorry it took so long, I thought today would be quick, but I've thought that for the last two months," Jenny said, coming into the kitchen. She stopped short seeing Chuck and their daughter, and snickered. "The food was supposed to go in her, not on you."

"Ha, ha," he said, leaning over to kiss her. She smiled at him, and he studied her. As usual, he couldn't get a read on her, and she smirked, knowing what he was doing. "Well?" Jenny sighed.

"Twenty years," she said. "Dad's going to prison for twenty years. I'm sorry, Chuck. I know this has been hard on us, but I had to be there. I needed it. I needed the closure." Chuck gave her the same smile and understanding nod when she told him what she had to do when this all started back in November. Ellie had a sad look on her face.

"Sweetie," Ellie began. Jenny shook her head.

"Nope, Ellie," Jenny said. "He made his choice. Dad knew what could happen, now, we need to decorate this place for Christmas, because I'm a Bartowski and Bartowski's heartwarm Christmas until you can't stand it." Everyone smiled, and she turned to Chuck. "Except you, Mister. You go shower. NOW!"

December 25th, 2010

"Do we really have to watch the marathon?" Casey groused.

"Yes, Dad," Jenny replied. Casey gave her a look, but didn't say anything. Jenny was tired of this, and she was going to do something about it. "Okay, I've had it," she said. Everyone turned to look at her. "Look, dad came back, he got arrested, and it was bad enough for two months I was at the courthouse almost every day watching him try to find a way to blame things on others, but you, you of all people, know that you are my family, so quit walking on eggshells around me." She spun toward Chuck. "You know, we have money, and you could have hired someone to help you with Sarah."

"Sarah only wants her mother, so hiring someone wouldn't have helped," Chuck retorted.

"This ought to be good," Casey whispered to Emma. "Numbnuts over there is going to try and stand up to her. I give him three minutes top."

"Well, everything he learned he learned from you," Emma replied. Casey grinned and then realized what she had said. He turned toward her trying to look irritated, but failed. She gave him a peck on the lips.

"Mom, Dad, can you quit making out in front of the kids?" Ellie said, grinning. Casey tried to glare at her, but Emma grabbed Casey and kissed him hard. "Well," Ellie said, still grinning. She turned to Jenny.

"So, girl's night?" she asked, grinning. Jenny made a face and glanced at Chuck. He shrugged, looked at Devon, who shrugged, and grinned.

"I have a request if you do," Chuck said. "I need you to get Sarah in bed, because she wants nothing to do with me right now."

"Don't pout dear, it's not that good of a look on you," Jenny said, patting his cheek. Chuck leaned in and kissed her, making Casey make a disgusted noise. They separated and Jenny looked over at Ellie. "Yeah, this week would be good, there's not much going on. No drinking though, I need a clear head."

"Are you going to be in Vegas much next week?" Ellie asked, eyeing her.

"I'm really not sure, Ellie, my schedule is so messed up with dad's trial," she admitted. She turned to Chuck.

"No, I think we've got everything covered," Chuck replied. "Besides, Carina knows to call us if she needs anything." After Jenny and Chuck's marriage, Chuck surprised her with a gift she really wasn't prepared for. Chuck had opened a foundation for runaway girls in Las Vegas, and Carina, one of Jenny's true friends, and one who had run to Vegas herself to try and find a new life, managed the foundation there. There was also a foundation in Los Angeles as well, that was run by Zondra. The four women had gotten close over the years. Ellie worked with any of the girls to help with whatever they needed medically. Jenny had told Chuck so many times how she wished something like that had been around when she had run away. Jenny visited each site multiple times a month, and did quite a bit of fundraising. Any tournament the two played in, they donated all winnings to the foundations.

Jenny's work load had lessened quite a bit since they had Sarah. She was eleven months old now, and as headstrong as her mother. Jenny had wanted to be home with Sarah as much as possible, and Carina and Zondra encouraged her to do so. Chuck continued to make apps, tinker with computer programs, and now Orion Industries did much more than just computer games. They had created anti-virus programs, Chuck created a new firewall for the NSA, and the CIA had been interested in the Intersect. Chuck explained to them it was all sci-fi. They persisted and wondered if it was possible. He gave them a hard no, and had no more dealings with the CIA after that.

Jenny was biting her bottom lip and trying not to smile. Ellie was still eyeing her, and when Chuck wasn't looking Jenny gave Ellie a wink. Ellie looked like she was about to burst. Emma noticed, and watched them. She turned to Casey who rolled his eyes. Chuck continued to watch the marathon, not even paying attention to what was going on.

"Hey, Numbnuts," Casey said. "Think you can tear yourself away so we can open presents?" Chuck looked over at Casey, and noticed everyone else seemingly excited.

"Uh, sure," he said, confused. "Shall I get the presents out?"

"You know what, Chuck, if you don't mind, I'd like to go first," Jenny said. Chuck beamed.

"I don't mind at all," Chuck replied. She walked over to a gift sitting on top of the pile of presents. Chuck thought Ellie was more anxious for him to get the gift than he was. Jenny brought it over to him, smiling.

"Go ahead," she said, grinning. Chuck unwrapped it, opened the box, and looked inside.

"What's this?" he asked, looking at the piece of paper with a date on it.

"That's the date I need you to keep clear on your calendar for our OB/GYN appointment," Jenny said. Chuck took a second to process what she said, and turned to her, a smile on his face.

"You're….we're….again?" Chuck asked. Jenny nodded and Chuck engulfed her with a hug. Everyone wished them congratulations. After the present unwrapping was over, Ellie found John off by himself.

"I guess your glad I didn't listen to you," she said. Casey gave her a look. "Christmas, a few years back," she said, reminding him of when John told Ellie about Jenny.

"I'm just glad it all worked out," John said. Ellie hugged him.

"Merry Christmas, Dad," she said. Casey didn't even object, he just hugged her back.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, DAD!" Chuck yelled catching both of them in a hug.

"Christ, Bartowski!" Casey yelled. "What did I say about the hugging?"

"Don't care, it's Christmas and your gonna be a grandfather again!" Chuck replied, not letting go.

"Merry Christmas, Chuck," Casey muttered. "You've turned into a hell of a guy."

"Casey," Chuck began.

"Of course with me teaching you everything even you couldn't screw it up," Casey said. Chuck and Ellie looked at each other.

"There it is, another perfectly good moment," they said together. "Caseyfied!"

A/N: I know it was short, but I think we left them the best we could. I enjoyed it, hope you did. Again thank you all for the reviews, follows, favorites, and the love. I'll be back soon with Break Up, Buy More High, The Kiss, and Casey & Walker…take care…see you soon…til next time.

#Chuck #Jenny #Chenny #fanfic #fanfiction

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Hollywood Propaganda by Mark Dice

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hollywood-propaganda-mark-dice/1137833508

Christianity Under Attack

In order to destroy America, the conspirators are determined to eradicate faith in God and dismantle organized Christianity. Attacking Jesus and Christianity is a sacrament in Hollywood because the far-Left hates Jesus and everything He stands for. It’s not an overstatement to say that many in key positions of power in the entertainment industry (and politics) are Satanists who will someday openly embrace Lucifer as the rebel angel kicked out of Heaven for defying God.

“I’m glad the Jews killed Christ,” ranted comedian Sarah Silverman in one of her comedy specials. “Good. I’d fucking do it again!” she declares, as her audience agrees in laughter.158 While accepting an Emmy Award one year Kathy Griffin said, “A lot of people come up here and they thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. He didn’t help me a bit…so all I can say is suck it Jesus! This award is my god now!”159

I’m not saying people shouldn’t be able to make fun of Christians, but no mainstream celebrity would dare make such insults or jokes about Muhammad because Muslims (and Jews) are vigorously protected against any criticism or mockery and only wonderful things can be said about them. Even a slightly edgy joke ignites a barrage of attacks with cries of “Islamophobia” or “anti-Semitism” and gears start moving in the well-funded and massive smear machines like the ADL and the SPLC which quickly move to destroy the person’s career before they can utter another word.

Hating Christians is almost as necessary as believing in climate change if you’re going to be a mainstream Hollywood celebrity. There are very few open Christians in Hollywood, most of them are has-beens like Kevin Sorbo and Kirk Cameron who have been basically blacklisted since being open about their faith.

Kevin Sorbo was banned from Comicon because he’s a conservative and “pals with Sean Hannity.”160 He and other Christian actors are stuck doing low budget films that get little attention. They’re allowed to exist (for now) as long as they never point out the Bible’s teachings on homosexuality. Only watered down and generic Christian messages are allowed to be said.

After Guardians of the Galaxy star Chris Pratt appeared on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and happened to discuss his “spirituality,” many online began attacking him for being a Christian and attending a church. Actress Ellen Page (a lesbian) from the X-Men and Inception tweeted, “If you are a famous actor and you belong to an organization that hates a certain group of people, don’t be surprised if someone simply wonders why it’s not addressed. Being anti LGBTQ is wrong, there aren’t two sides. The damage it causes is severe. Full stop.”161

Singer Ellie Goulding threatened to back out of her scheduled performance at the 2019 Thanksgiving NFL halftime show if the Salvation Army didn’t pledge to donate money to LGBT causes. She got the idea after her Instagram comments were flooded with complaints from her fans because the Salvation Army was sponsoring the game to announce their annual Red Kettle Campaign (bell ringers) fundraiser for the homeless.162 Since the Salvation Army is a Christian charity, Goulding’s fans freaked out, accusing them of being “homophobic” and “transphobic.”

They quickly bowed to the pressure and “disavowed” any anti-LGBT beliefs, which basically means they’re disavowing the Bible because even the New Testament denounces homosexuality in Romans 1:26-27 and 1st Corinthians 6:9-10. Many critics claim that only the Old Testament does, but the Book of Romans makes it clear that just because Jesus came to offer salvation doesn’t mean God’s law regarding homosexuality changed.

The Salvation Army also removed a “position statement” from their website that had made it clear “Scripture forbids sexual intimacy between members of the same sex,” and replaced it with one saying “We embrace people regardless of race, gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or gender identity.”163 One of the world’s largest Christian charities whose very name “The Salvation Army” refers to the salvation of Christ, cowardly bowed down to the Leftist activists out of fear they would be branded “homophobic.”

Christians are easy targets since they’re much more passive than Jews and Muslims when attacked, and Hollywood loves to stereotype them as a bunch of superstitious bigots who don’t know how to have fun. In the rare case that there is a movie favorable to Christianity that gets widespread distribution, that too is attacked.

Passion of the Christ was deemed “anti-Semitic” because it depicts the story of Jesus’ arrest, sham trial, and crucifixion.164 It was the most popular film about the events to be made and wasn’t a straight to DVD release like most others. With Mel Gibson behind it, the film became a huge success, which caused a tremendous backlash.

The ADL [Anti-Defamation League] denounced the film, saying it “continues its unambiguous portrayal of Jews as being responsible for the death of Jesus. There is no question in this film about who is responsible. At every single opportunity, Mr. Gibson’s film reinforces the notion that the Jewish authorities and the Jewish mob are the ones ultimately responsible for the Crucifixion.”165 That’s because that’s what happened!

Technically, the Romans did it, but at the behest of the Jewish leadership in Jerusalem at the time. The Bible makes it very clear what led to Jesus being crucified. Pontius Pilate is quoted in Matthew 27:24 saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” and “It is your responsibility!” meaning the Jewish Pharisees. They were the ones who conspired to have Jesus arrested and killed for “blasphemy” and being a “false” messiah. Pontius Pilate even offered to release Jesus, but the crowd demanded he release Barabbas instead, another man who was being detained for insurrection against Rome, and for murder.166

A critic for the New York Daily News called The Passion of the Christ, “the most virulently anti-Semitic movie made since the German propaganda films of the Second World War.”167 Many others angrily denounced the film when it came out in 2004. Some in the media even blamed it for a supposed “upsurge” in anti-Semitic hate crimes.168

When the History Channel miniseries The Bible was released in 2013, the same cries of “anti-Semitism” rang out.169 The New York Times opinion editor Bari Weiss went so far as to say that it’s a “conspiracy theory” that Jews killed Jesus.170

Even though most Christmas movies aren’t overtly Christian and instead focus of the importance of families reuniting and spending time together, that doesn’t mean they’re not going to come under attack. As the war on western culture continues, the Marxists have set their sights on Christmas too.

Online liberal cesspool Salon.com ran a headline reading “Hallmark movies are fascist propaganda,” and complained they promote “heteronormative whiteness” because there aren’t enough LGBT characters or people of color in them.171

“Hallmark movies, with their emphasis on returning home and the pleasures of the small, domestic life, also send a not-at-all subtle signal of disdain for cosmopolitanism and curiosity about the larger world,” Salon said, “which is exactly the sort of attitude that helps breed the kind of defensive White nationalism that we see growing in strength in the Donald Trump era.”172

The article went on to say that because the Hallmark Channel airs so many Christmas movies, it is promoting, “a set of patriarchal and authoritarian values that are more about White evangelicals defining themselves as an ethnic group, and not about a genuine feeling of spirituality…The very fact that they’re presented as harmless fluff makes it all the more insidious, the way they work to enforce very narrow, White, heteronormative, sexist, provincial ideas of what constitutes ‘normal.’”173

The article wasn’t satire. Salon.com has a deep-seated hatred of Christianity, conservatives and families, and is another cog in the Cultural Marxist machine working to destroy the United States.

Comedian Whitney Cummings was reported to the Human Resources department of a major Hollywood studio after she wished the crew of a TV show she was working on “Merry Christmas” when they wrapped up for the year. She made the revelation while speaking with Conan O’Brian the following December. “Last year, I was working on a TV show, [and] got in trouble with Human Resources for saying ‘Merry Christmas’ to an intern,” she began.174

Conan asked her if she was being serious and she said it was a true story, elaborating, “I was leaving, like on the 18th or whatever…and I was like, ‘Bye guys, Merry Christmas.’” When she returned from vacation after New Year’s she was called to HR and scolded. She joked, “I don’t even care how your Christmas was. It was just a formality. It’s what you say when you leave.”175

Conan O’Brien then replied, “In these times we’re in, that could trigger someone or offend them if it’s not their holiday.”176 She didn’t say which network it was, but she’s been involved with some major shows like NBC’s Whitney (where she played the main character), as well as the CBS sitcom 2 Broke Girls, which she created and was a writer for.

While today it may seem impossible that Christmas movies may become a thing of the past, nobody could have ever guessed that reruns of the classic Dukes of Hazzard would get banned after the Confederate flag was deemed a “hate symbol” in 2015, or that Aunt Jemima pancake syrup, Eskimo Pie ice cream bars, and Uncle Ben’s Rice would be deemed “racially insensitive” and pulled from production a few years later.177

Once someone reminds liberals that the word Christmas is derived from Christ’s Mass and that it is actually a commemoration of the birth of Jesus, they may finally go over the edge and deem Christmas just as offensive as Columbus Day or the Fourth of July. And with the Muslim and Sikh populations increasing in the United States, the American standard of Christmas music playing in shopping malls and retail stores all month long every December may one day come to an end because it’s not “inclusive” and leaves non-Christians feeling “ostracized.”

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OCTOBER 2017

*****The beautiful dino, Sue will be moved to her own gallery in Chicago’s field museum. New to her long fixed spot will be a cast of patagotitan mayorum, the biggest dinosaur ever found.

*****Richard Thomas is selling his NY midtown coop for $2,995,000 and is located at 7th Ave. and w. 58th.

*****California is waiting for Jerry Brown to sign a bill that bans puppy mills.

*****WWF has released wild tigers back into Kazakhstan. Scimitar horned oryx were released into the Sahara desert and indigo snakes were reintroduced into Florida.

*****Toys “R” Us has filed for bankruptcy.

*****Tom Price, health and human services secretary, has resigned after hic charter flight scandal.

*****After 50 years Rolling Stone may be up for sale.

*****Doc Martin is back on Acorn for series 8.

*****As social media has been telling us, we don’t need a border wall. Tourism is down about $37 billion. Thanks Trump!

*****Trump supporters don’t seem to like him fraternizing with the Dems and waffling on DACA. They have been burning their red hats but scary clown already got the money for selling them so what does he care. Anne Coulter wonders if there is anybody left who does not want Trump impeached.** Some states are suing over DACA.

*****”Holes separate men and women.”- Billy Connolly

*****The dreamer program has been signed away. The Deferred Action for Children’s Arrival has been handed to congress for 6 months to deal with. The administration says it violates the rule of law.

*****The Peoria Blues and Heritage fest went off without a hitch. The weather was perfect and we should all be looking at the Jamiah Rogers band, these guys are fucking awesome. John Butler checked them out before his own set and was great with his fans.

*****Bill Withers has his first solo record since 1985 with a cover of (You’ve been quite a doll) Raggedy Ann.

*****In this country, a woman dies every 2 hours of cervical cancer because of improper health care.

*****Can I just say that I do not want to see reporters in the middle of hurricanes. Can they just stay safe in a room and fix a camera outside? I would much rather see different angles of the storm and see no people out there. It was often impossible to hear then anyway. The communication between the studio and location was fucked up and did not help anyway. It also seemed like they showed an awful lot of Shell stations. JS

*****An estimated 70 million Americans saw the fake Russian ads during the campaign. No impact??

*****The Stones are on their No Filter tour in Europe and they brought out ‘Dancin with Mr. D’ which hasn’t been played live since 1973.

*****Trumps lawyers seem to want Jared out.

*****Steve Bannon’s Great Great Grandfather was an immigrant from Ireland who needed no papers to get in this country.

*****Montgomery , Alabama is going to open a Museum of lynching. There is a wall lined with jars of dirt that were collected from sites of lynching’s from around the country. Very powerful.

*****Thanks Trump administration for removing references to ‘LGBTQ’ youth from a federal program for victims of sex trafficking. It also eliminates funding to international groups that provide abortions. This comes from mostly evangelical lobbyists who are reporting that they are having more discussions with this administration than they ever had with any President.

*****Vanity Fair has their best dressed list out which includes Harry Styles, Rihanna, Solange, Jack Schlossberg, Justin Trudeau, Janelle Monae, Dev Patel, Cate Blanchett, Zoe Kravitz, Ruth Negga, and Donald Glover. The hall of fame mentioned Lauren Hutton, Jeremy irons and Prince Phillip.

*****More police brutality against the black man with the subduing of the Seahawks Michael Bennett for no apparent reason.

*****Leslie Van Houten has again been granted parole. As last year she is waiting out the 120 days to get the word from Gov. Jerry Brown.

*****Lovin’ Greg Garcia’s The Guest book on TBS. What is not to love about seeing Charles Robinson and Carly Jibson again. It made my day to see guest Orson Bean!!

*****The U.S. office of government ethics has changed a policy that will now allow lobbyists to donate to staffers legal defense funds.

*****Cameras have taken the first pictures of white giraffes in Kenya.

*****The Simpsons will be going to New Orleans this season!

*****The Middle is starting its last season. We will miss U!

*****Jay Pharoah has a new show on Showtime. White Famous is loosely based on the life of Jamie Foxx who is the executive producer.

*****John Davis Washington, son of Denzel may head the cast of Black Klansman. Spike Lee will direct and Jordan Peele will produce the true story of an African American who in 1978 infiltrated the KKK. Ron Stallworth used phones and his own writing to communicate with the organization. When he had to appear in person he sent a white officer in his place. They were able to sometimes sabotage cross burnings and other activities.

*****IT just had the biggest horror movie opening ever. The acting is quite nice for chapter 1 but the ending a bit long.

*****Netflix is bringing a delicious doc : Jim and Andy The great beyond featuring a very special contractually obligated mention of Tony Clifton. Spike Jonze is producing with the hundred hours of footage from Man on the Moon. ** Other new docs on the way look at Eric Clapton, Grace Jones and Sammy Davis Jr. It is the first time that Kim Novak will talk on camera about dating Sammy.

*****September 16 brought the Juggalos march on Washington. They have been bringing awareness about their gang designation and the harm that it has caused. The running man with a hatchet is considered a gang symbol and gives cops probable cause to search. The FBI labeled Juggalos a hybrid gang in 2011. Also marching were some of the alt right calling their march the mother of all rallies but it only produced about 500 people.

*****Treasury secretary Steven Mnuchin requested use of a government jet for his honeymoon and he later withdrew that request.

*****Finally there was a confirmation from a charity that Trump claims to have given to after the Hurricanes. Direct relief received 25 thou. ** There have still been no charities that received money from the inauguration fund.

*****WGN is bringing us a new show called Bellevue.

*****Howard Buffett will be the new Sheriff of Macon county in Illinois. His father Warren had donated millions to the area.

*****Prophets of Rage are here to raise awareness with members of Cypress Hill, Rage against the Machine and Public Enemy.

*****LA summer Olympics in 2028?!

*****Sean Spicer landed on Jimmy Kimmel. Wow.. What a kiss ass whiny bitch. He tried hard to stay in Trumps good graces with compliments for the Pres and constant berating of the press. He reminded me of a ventriloquist dummy with a hand up his ass.** His cameo at the Emmy’s did not go over very well either.

***** Model Monroe Bergdorf was fired by L’oreal because of her anti- racist remarks. She has now been hired by Illamasqua.

*****Boycott Dragon Dumps! Don’t pay your bill on time and the owner dumps garbage on your lawn.

*****It looks like Trevor Noah will stay with the Daily show until at least 2022.

*****James Woods used his twitter account to try and shame a movie about a gay romance between a 17 year old and a 24 year old. Amber Tamblyn tweeted that Woods had hit on her for real when she was only 16.

*****Scientists are trying to bring back the chelonoidis elephantopus Galopagos turtles. 80 blood samples of modern day island turtles have genetic traces of the lost species. Even though they have been extinct for 160 years, scientists think they can reproduce though not to 100%. Could they reverse the negative effects that humans cause in the environment?

***** Why do bullies feel the need to use the art of artists who want nothing to do with them? It is like using ‘You can’t always get what you want’ for Trump when there are plenty of artists who agree with you that would love for you to use their art. Now Universal music and American recordings had to send a cease and desist letter to the white supremacist site Stormfront to stop using Johnny Cash’s version of ‘I won’t back down.’ The host blames the Jews.

*****Tru tv will bring us At home with Amy Sedaris.

*****North Dakota paleontologists have been uncovering so many bones that they are inviting the public to help. It sounds like a dream come true.

*****Paul Newman is Jake Gyllenhaal’s Godfather. JS

*****St. Louis exploded into protest with yet another acquittal of a police officer after the shooting of a black man, Anthony Lamar Smith. Peoria, Il is also dealing with the shooting of an alleged bank robber who was shot 18 times.

*****The NFL is standing together in solidarity for equality and scary clown is sniping at them like a bitch. Our leader would not know respect and maturity if it bit him in the ass.** The Packers asked their fans to stand arm in arm with them on their Thursday night game with the Bears. Respect to Aaron Rodgers and the guys for speaking out before the game on equality. Some ‘fans’ are burning their Packer stuff. .. Why do these Trump supporters always want to burn everything? Do they have any idea how racist and ridiculous that looks?

*****Veep is going to bring us their last season while Julia is battling breast cancer. Joe Biden tweeted that us Veeps must stick together to show his support.

*****The Emmy’s with Stephen Colbert have come and gone. My best dressed were Ellie Kemper, Jessica Biel, Michelle Pfeiffer, Susan Sarandon, Leslie Jones, Matthew Rhys, Claire Foy, Evan Rachel Wood ,Gabrielle Union, Donald Glover, Emmy Rossum, Zoe Kravitz, Nicole Kidman and Julia- Louis Dreyfus. My worst dressed were Uzo Aduba, Debra Messing, Anna Farris, Tracee Ellis Ross and Prianka Chopra. I love Sarah Paulson and the back of her dress was great but …?? There was so much black fabric which was awesome. Was it mourning for the earthquake and hurricane victims or just a general sadness for the country? Whatever the reason.. hooray black!!**Also happy that hairstyles were mostly long and loose.** I was happy to see Laura Dern win for supporting actress in a limited series or movie. ** The Handmaids tale won for show, directing and writing , for Anne Dowd who looked more shocked and appreciative than I have ever seen and Elisabeth Moss. ** I was happy for Alec Baldwin for best supporting actor but was really routing for Louie Anderson. ** When the noms came out, I could not imagine anything beating out FEUD but everything did. ** The girls from 9 to 5 stole the show with their mention of a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot. ** Donald Glover won for directing and acting. **Alexander Skarsgard won which gave he and his brother quite a week. ** John Oliver won two and he again flew in his whole staff. ** Julia- Louis Dreyfus has now won the most Emmys for the same character in the same show. Veep got best comedy.**It was a wonderful moment when Carol Burnett and Norman Lear came out but DeNiro looked so disinterested.** Cicely Tyson has often been described as a bit of a diva and seemed a bit out of it on the broadcast but her counterpart saved the day.** So sad that Bob Odenkirk did not win but kudos to sterling K. Brown. They seemed to play him off too quickly while Nicole Kidman and big little lies had all the time in the world.

*****Bobby Moynihan stars in the new ‘Me Myself and I’ on CBS.

*****Word is that the Trump campaign is asking supporters to contribute money to build the wall.

*****Can we pay a little more attention to Puerto Rico? Why is the Pres giving them grief? Things were tough enough before the devastation. Puerto Rico has no bankruptcy and running a business is so costly there. Companies there must buy American which we don’t have to do. Forty percent of residents don’t have insurance. So many of the supplies sent to help are just sitting there in San Juan.

*****Angela Merkel has won a 4th term as German chancellor.

*****Singapore got their first female President, Halimah Yacob. She was the only candidate.

*****There was a settlement in a lawsuit against Club Cabaret. Dancers sued to be employees instead of individual contractors. The dancers won a million and cost of legal fees.

*****Art Garfunkel has a memoir/diary/ book of musings out called ‘What is it all but luminous.’

*****The personal account of Ted Cruz hit ‘like’ on a porn site on 9/11. He calls it a mistake by a staffer. A college roommate of Cruz said that he was not surprised.

*****After a tweet from the Pres about hitting Hil with a golf ball, Stephen King tweeted: Thinks hitting a woman with a golf ball and knocking her down is funny. Myself, I think it indicates a severely fucked up mind.

*****Brooklyn 99 is back and funnier than ever with the same great cast and opening.

*****Bill Maher and Jimmy Kimmel are rated number 1 of tv personalities based on Facebook, Instagram, twitter et al.

*****R.I.P Richard Anderson, Walter Becker, Don Williams, David Tang, Troy Gentry, Murray Lerner, Mexico’s earthquake victims, those lost to hurricane Irma, Frank Vincent, Len Wein, Grant Hart, Harry Dean Stanton, Michelle Rounds, Bonnie Angelo, Hugh Hefner, Jake La Motta, Eddie Russell Jr., Edith Windsor, Tony Booth and Monty Hall.

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Chuck vs The Name

A/N: This takes place several years after the finale.

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck, and I really wish I had a time machine to go back and find a way to rewrite season 3

She knew she had forgotten many things, things she couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried, but it seems lately her husband forgot she was a spy, well, used to be. His phone rang again, and he had that same look on his face when he saw who it was. He answered it, walking away and spoke in hushed tones. She knew what he was about to say.

"You know, lesser women would be worried you're having an affair," she said, an amused look on her face.

"I'm not trying that hard to hide this from you," Chuck answered honestly. "I just don't think it's a good idea for you to deal with this."

"You know from what I can remember and the stories you tell me, you making these kinds of decisions…they never end well for us," she said with a pointed look. He took a deep breath.

"It's Shaw," he said. She sat back. "He's dying, and he wants me to visit…again."

"Daniel?" she said, a disgusted look on her face. Chuck nodded. She shook her head. One thing she did hate about the randomness of her memories was sometimes it was memories of Shaw that came back…together…alone…in DC.

"If you're remembering what I think you're remembering, do us both a favor and don't tell me," Chuck said. Sarah grinned at him.

"Talk about wishing you could forget something," she deadpanned. Chuck grinned.

"That bad?" he asked a little hopefully. She smiled coyly.

"Let's just say with hindsight, it's pretty clear we were both trying to forget someone and move on with our lives, and it really wasn't working," she said. Chuck's grin grew. "That's all your getting."

"Oh, Sarah, you forget, I know you, and that fact you said that much, says TONS!" he said, nearly skipping out of her office. She threw a wad of paper at him.

"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked. Chuck shook his head.

"No, I think at this point it wouldn't do anyone any good," Chuck said, a forlorn look on his face. "It hasn't been pretty the past few times."

"You said dying," she began not sure how to ask what she was wondering.

"I don't think he'll last the week," Chuck admitted. "That Intersect…it burnt his brain up, Sarah. It's pitiful, actually." Sarah nodded. "If you want to come, you're more than welcome. It really won't bother me." Sarah shook her head. "Love you."

"Love you," she replied with a wink, and with that, he left. When he arrived at the hospital Shaw was staying, he was met by his doctor.

"Ellie," he said, hugging her. "How's it going?"

"Not good, Chuck," she admitted. "We did get it removed, but it was too late." Chuck lowered his head. "Hey, he did this, it's not your fault. He does seem to be sorrowful for a lot of things though."

"From what I can tell, he was so distraught over Eve, when he found out Sarah had killed her, he uploaded the faulty Intersect," Chuck said. "I think it fed his rage and anger for years."

"You don't have to do this," she said. He gave her a sad smile.

"El, if I don't who would?" he asked. She hugged him.

"Aces, Charles," she whispered. "You're Aces." Chuck went in the room.

"Chuck," Shaw said weakly. His body was losing mass, the luscious black hair was thinning, he looked like he was slowly dying. "I need to give you something."

"Shaw, you don't need to give me anything," Chuck said, sitting down in the chair.

"No, I tried to manipulate you, and I need to fix it," Shaw said.

"Shaw," Chuck said, patiently. "You can't fix it." Shaw took a deep breath. That action alone seemed to rack his body.

"I did terrible things to you, things I can never fix, but this, maybe I can give you some piece of mind," Shaw said. Chuck was confused. "I played you from the beginning. I knew about the Intersect and thought the problem was Sarah, so I sat out to remove the problem by seducing her."

"You can't seduce a CIA agent," Chuck said, scoffing. Shaw gave him a speculative look.

"She was hurt, she was insecure, she was feeling things she never had before, and she was so far in love and compromised it was easy picking," Shaw said. Chuck was stunned. "I studied her, found out her name, I told her that Sarah never sounded right for her, but it was a lie. She is Sarah. She may not have been before Burbank, but Chuck, when she was around you, she was Sarah. She was looking for anyone to latch on to after Prague, and I did everything I could to give her the port in the storm she needed. She would rebuke, and rebuke and rebuke, but as she saw you in the light she was terrified of seeing you in, she gave in. She bought into those fears you were changing, and found evidence to support what she wanted to see, instead of looking at the big picture. Plus Casey inadvertently helped me by telling her you were becoming a spy and changing, it scared her more and more. She wanted you so bad, but didn't know what to do about it."

"You're playing a game," Chuck said.

"Why would you think that," Shaw asked. Chuck just looked at him. "Okay, I'll admit, I've played mind games with you before."

"The reason none of that works, none of it, is she was with you, a spy. If she couldn't be with me, and I was a spy, then why you, if you were a spy?" Chuck asked.

"What you say makes a lot of sense," Shaw said. "But think about this, did you make a lot of common sense decisions when it came to Sarah." Chuck looked a hair sheepish. "If she was with you, she would know she missed her chance to have more than the spy life, which is what she wanted. She wanted you, and to be with you and not have it all…that just reminded her that she messed it up. If she was with me, we both knew what we were, and somewhere in her mind it made sense. Plus I hadn't hurt her like you did."

"I don't know if that was necessary," Chuck muttered.

"It was a perfect storm to keep you two apart, and it still didn't work," Shaw said. "Look, she told me her name because I got her at the right place, right time. I used it like twice and never again. Sarah's 'real name' may be Sam, but she's Sarah. Chuck, I am sorry. I am sorry my vendetta cost you happiness, I am sorry that I nearly ruined your life on multiple occasions, and I'm really sorry about your dad." Chuck sighed and looked at the monitors. It didn't look good.

"I forgive you," he lied. Shaw nodded a thanks, and shut his eyes. Chuck watched the heartrate slow. A few minutes later, Shaw flatlined. Ellie came in with a team, and Chuck got out of the way. He watched them work for a few minutes on him, but he couldn't be saved. She called time of death and turned to stare at her brother. "He asked me to forgive him," he said softly to her. "I lied. I told him I did, but how do you forgive the man that killed your father?" Ellie put her arm around him and led him outside. Sarah was there, to Chuck's surprise.

"I had a feeling this was going to end this way so I sent for her," Ellie said. Chuck hugged her, not able to speak at the moment. Sarah took his hand and led him away. She took him to her car, saying they would get his later.

"Can we just drive a bit?" Chuck asked. Sarah squeezed his hand and they took off. After a half an hour of no words from Chuck, Sarah had to say something.

"Want to talk about it?" she asked.

"Maybe," Chuck answered. "But I'm not sure you're the one I should talk about it with, or if you're the only one I should talk about it with."

"Well, let's give it a try," she said.

"It's going to affect you and…" Chuck trailed off.

"Just spit it out," she said.

"Fine," Chuck said, emotionally spent. "He ran a seduction game on you. He said he knew about your name, he came in with the intent of getting you away from me to make me a better spy." Sarah was quiet for a minute.

"That's kinda impressive," she said softly. Chuck looked over and saw a tear in her eye. "I mean I don't remember everything, but from what you've told me and what I do remember, that is a really good plan." She was quiet for a minute. "So, tell me the rest." Chuck grinned.

"Do you remember when he said Sarah doesn't fit you?" he asked. She nodded. "He lied." She looked over at him. "He said ever since you came to Burbank, you were Sarah. Maybe not before, but since Burbank, you were Sarah."

"Because of you," she said. "You know what's funny. When I lost my memory, I thought a couple of times of going back to Sam. Every time I saw you, I knew Sam wasn't right. I was Sarah now, and if I'm honest with myself, since Germany I've been Sarah Bartowski."

"I love you Sarah Bartowski, or whatever it is you want me to call you," Chuck said.

"How about Myrtle?" she asked. Chuck whipped his head around to see her laughing.

"Home, Myrtle," he said.

"Sure thing, Barnaby," she replied with a wink as they headed home.

A/N: Hope you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Take Care

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