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[obriengf]

Hello 21 : with Joel please 🤩🤩

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests open! 21: "I didn’t know my ex moved so you find me sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door"

UNEXPECTED STRANGER

You could feel the mascara drying; and slight irritation to your skin as the previously running liquid itched over your cheekbones. It was uncomfortable, but not as much as the ache cultivating in your tailbone as you sat cross-legged on the cold floor, your knees pulled under your chin and arms secured for dear life as they clung around them. It was hard to control the trembling in your fist after minutes of banging against a door that housed temporary emptiness, and a lack of specific presence that you had come searching for in the first place. Instead, the fist was tucked against your curled frame as exhaustion devoured you, and thoughts from all regions ran aimlessly in your mind. Regret began to take up occupancy in the pit of your gut - it was stupid impulse that led you to this door, and the recognition had just started to come to light. But you were too defeated to move. He had worn you down, and he wasn't even here. Echoes of rubber soles clapped as they climbed the close stairwell, the sound reverberating its way toward you at the end of the fourth-floor hallway. It caused your ears to perk, but the lack of motivation to even raise your head kept you in a stiffened position until you heard a voice. "Uh... can I help you?"

It was a voice unknown, writhed with confusion and uncertainty, complemented with hidden notes of worry. It prompted you to jump despite knowing that those rubber soles were only mere feet in front of you now. It was slow as you raised your head; your body sinking in as if you'd been scolded, even though you were simply asked a question of unsureness.

You were met with doe eyes of brown, large as they widened in shock at your flustered face and smudged makeup. You sniffled once as your eyebrow furrowed, head tilting to the side, "What?"

The man before you shuffled in discomfort, his hand pulling at the bag strap that guarded his right shoulder as he hiked it back up. It was his turn to stare with furrowed brows and even more perplexity, "I - You're blocking my door. Why..." The man began, clearing his throat as he tried to compose a sentence that didn't consist of agitation, but failed, "What do you want?"

"Your door - ?"

"What - Yes, yes my door. You're blocking it, and I want to get inside. Can you just move?" He was growing impatient as he huffed, his tone blunt and precise. You glanced around the empty space surrounding you both, trying to decipher if you got the apartment number wrong. No, you thought. You instantly recognised that overgrown pot plant in front of the apartment two doors down, and the annoying flickering bulb of the fourth downlight. You were in the right place, but something was off.

Your lips pursed as a rouse to stop them from quivering, an uneasy feeling settling within you, "Doesn't Tim Baxter live here?"

The man barely chuckled in disbelief under his breath as his head shook, chocolate mops of hair swaying with him. He bit the inside of his cheek, "Uh no, I live here. Have been for about a week and a half now. Got no idea who that guy is. Sorry."

Your chest panged as if a wound had reopened, pieces of your puzzle falling into place and connecting the dots that you didn't want to see coming. A week and a half. It was about the time he stopped answering your calls. After attempts at trying to speak to him, you gave up a losing battle and decided to take on the dragon face-to-face. But he had fled. All traces were wiped, and the treasure that the dragon was in possession of would never be recovered by you.

You willed the tears to stay still - too many had been shed over your heartbreak already today, and he didn't deserve any more. You nodded slightly as you pushed yourself to stand, legs wobbly from your cramped seated position and you swayed apprehensively. A hand reached out to find even the smallest surface to support bowing stability, but it was the mystery man who managed to hold you upright as one hand carefully grasped your bicep, and the other pressed just above your waist.

The man hummed, concern intertwining with his words as he gave you a respective once-over, "How long have you been sitting out here?"

You could hardly recall. Your body and mind were overtaken by anger for the previous tenant, checking the time was the last thing on your to-do list. Considerations began to flow, and you took a much-needed deep breath to rejuvenate your crushed lungs.

"A couple of hours." Your response was quiet and embarrassed, but the man just gave a tight-lipped smile as if he was milking every ounce of sympathy that he could muster. Pathetic could be used to describe how you found yourself here, or you could easily settle for silly, probably even piteous and just call it a day. You huffed out a laugh with an absence of hilarity, "This is so stupid, I'm sorry. My ex lived here, and he had something important to me, and the bastard would never pick up his damn phone and I -"

"Hey... hey, it's okay." Soothing tones brought you back down from a rambling tongue, seconds away from disclosing information that a stranger certainly didn't need to hear. Fingers flexed against your frame and it was oddly appeasing to your exaggerated facility, despite the owner absentmindedly performing it.

It was epitomised tunnel vision the moment you peered at him; he absorbed your focus like a sponge to water, his eyes much warmer up close as they swirled with caramelised hues and harmonised with the sweetest of genuine smiles. Your heart began to thump again and you begged that he couldn't hear how much this proximity was affecting you.

"I'm so sorry for... this. You must think I'm a fucking mess." You sighed. With small retreating steps, you returned to a proper stance and only left behind a hand thrown in his direction. You licked quickly at your drying lips, "I'm Y/N, by the way."

He seemed pleased with your approach at an old-fashioned introduction as he allowed his hand to slip into yours, applying slight pressure as he shook it, "Joel."

Joel didn't use to take risks. He was placid, somewhat content with how things went. He kept a routine more out of convenience than want. And yet, here he was standing in front of a girl who looked broken, considering offering kindness to make her feel even the littlest bit better. He was familiar with the ache that lived in hearts and turned souls into dreary heaps; lost loves and exes that caused feelings of insignificance. But when he looked at you, he saw redemption and light begging to break through the darkness bestowed upon you.

"Do you... you can totally say no, by the way, but I was you know, thinking... I was gonna order like Chinese take out or something... and put on a movie, or whatever... if you have nowhere to be - "

"Are you inviting me inside?" You cut through his tangent with a hint of amusement, head tipping to the left as your lips ghosted a curl at the corners.

His eyes remained glued to you, even through his ability to slip in his keys and unlock the door by touch alone. Joel bit his bottom lip as a sparkle settled in his gaze, "It depends, have you ever killed someone before?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Your exclaim was loud before it was muffled by your hand, its purpose to keep in the laughter that followed with utter joyousness. "Why would you ask that?"

Joel couldn't hold back his smile as it graced this now friendly scene, its intention to recapture happiness. His teeth were on display as the button of his nose scrunched, complementing small creases beside his eyes, "I'd like to know beforehand just who I'm letting into my apartment."

"Uh-huh, and what if I had? As if anyone would actually admit to that." Playing along was easy as if these battles had been fought before, a comfortable settle between strangers.

"I like giving people the benefit of the doubt, okay?"

His laugh sealed the deal. It was as if you didn't need to question any authenticity, that Joel, your accidental run-in, had already become a safety net in the few minutes since you had known him. That fate was something that existed.

Joel turned around as he nearly made his way through the door, his hand keeping the heavy wood open for you. His eyebrow raised, "So, you coming, or what?"

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[ghostspideys-moved]

She Loves You

a/n: this isn't very long but I've finally had some inspiration to write. I watched love and monsters a few weeks ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. hopefully you guys like it <3

pairing: joel dawson x reader

word count: 0.7k

summary: you help heal joel and finally have a moment together.

To say you're scared would be an understatement. Leaving your bunker is a big risk, and you know that.

But ever since Joel took a risk by leaving, he was confident that your colony could brave the surface and the horrifying monsters that awaited you. He was so much more sure of himself now - you could tell. Whatever he went through, he learned a lot.

Though you've always liked him, you're proud of how far he's come. You knew all too well how badly he used to freeze at the sight of a monster.

Joel is currently leading your colony towards the mountains, where he heard it's safer. For the night, everyone is settled down in the most sheltered spot you could find.

A fire flickers, keeping you warm as you sit down next to Joel. His shoulders are slumped, and you can practically see the bags under his eyes. You wonder when he last had a good night's rest. Not that any of you really have.

Joel perks up when you sit with him. He manages a small smile.

"How's your arm?" you ask, nudging him gently.

He rolls up his sleeve and lets you examine the scratch on his arm from an encounter with a monster. It doesn't look as bad as you feared - it's at least cleaned up - but that doesn't stop you from worrying.

"Could be worse," Joel says, shrugging. "Maybe I'll have a cool battle scar when it heals." He grins when you laugh at his dumb joke.

You bump shoulders with him. Joel always knows how to lift your spirits. "Alright, hotshot. I still need to wrap it, at least. If it gets infected, you'll never hear the end of it from me."

Joel laughs, but he doesn't protest. Luckily, you'd scrounged up some supplies for this exact occasion. With as many people as you have in your colony, you'd figured healing would be necessary.

As you carefully wrap and care for his wound, you can feel Joel's eyes on you.

Just as you finish, you finally notice the smile on his face. "What are you looking at, dork?" you tease. You'd be lying if you said that look on his face doesn't make you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach.

"Nothing." Despite his answer, you can clearly see the gears turning in his head. He pauses for a moment before adding, "Actually, can I tell you something?"

Curious, you nod. "Shoot."

Joel glances down at his hands, gathering his thoughts. "I know everything's kind of...you know...shitty right now," he starts, earning a laugh from you. "But you've kind of kept me sane through this whole journey."

You don't know where he's going with this, but you're comforted knowing you've been a great help to him.

Finally, Joel looks back up at you. "Things didn't exactly go the way I planned when I left to see Aimee. Having you around has kind of made me feel better about it."

You catch on pretty quickly, and before he can ramble on, you take his hand and squeeze lightly. "Joel, I like you too."

Joel processes your words before grinning brightly. "Really?" He breathes a sigh of relief. "Awesome. Okay, that makes things way easier. I know dating isn't exactly easy with everything going on."

"Hey, the world could be on fire and I’d still be happy as long as I'm with you. We'll make it work."

"Wow. That was so cheesy."

You snort and push him playfully. "Okay I was trying to be romantic, loser," you say.

Joel laughs and shakes his head. He can never pass a chance to tease you like that.

"You should probably sleep while you can," he replies. "I'll keep a look out, okay?"

"Only if you promise to let me keep a look out next time."

For a moment, it seems like he's going to protest - and he probably wants to - but he relents.

"Next time. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that, Dawson."

Just as you move to get up, you pause. You turn again and kiss his cheek before you go to find a spot to sleep for a bit. You don't miss the shocked but pleased look on his face before turning in for the night.

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[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Watching Love & Monsters again, if Dylan O'Brien came to find me after 7 years, I would absolutely suck his dick. And let him pound me into jelly.

*NODS* FR FR

Look at that absolute puppy dog!? He's laying awake every night thinkin' about me in his bunker. Learning to draw because it was the last gift I gave him. Pining over me in a world that's fallen apart.

Yeah... mhm. I'd be providing... 'services' 😈

#dylan o'brien #love and monsters #joel dawson #love and monsters movie #joel dawson imagine #ask #independent-thought-alarm #honestly? incapacitate me #I beg

[harringtonstilinski]

You Better Pt.3 - Joel Dawson

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Joel Dawson x Olivia Davis (OC) eventually Word Count: 3,664 Warnings: hell idk.. comedy??, monster stuff, italics are my (jess) inner thoughts,  A/N: Hi, friends! Here’s part three! So... I haven’t posted on this series since Nov 2020... We moved shortly after I posted Pt2, and I just haven’t thought about this series until about 5/14/22... which at the time of typing this up was two days ago. BUT! If you like this part, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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TODAY PT3 CONTINUED…

As Clyde was looking over the cliff we stopped near to look for monsters, Minnow painted a target on a cactus to help teach me how to aim a little better… because we all know by now that my aim sucks.

So, while they were both doing that, Lady and I were slowly making our way towards them. I was so bad out of shape from all the spaghetti I’d made in the bunker.. Damn carbs. While I was huffing and puffing, I almost lost my footing. “Shit.”

“Language,” Minnow said.

“How the– you know what? Nevermind.” I caught my breath for a second before saying, “That’s a good, uh, that’s a good little workout there, Clyde.” I sat down then fell to my back, hunching all weird ‘cause of my backpack.

“A boy, huh?” Clyde asked.

“Yup,” I answered as Minnow took my crossbow out of my backpack. “My best friend. We got separated into different colonies when the monsters destroyed our town. Ow.”

“So, you left a nice, safe colony to travel to another colony to pick up this friend then head to the ocean so he hasn’t seen since he was, what, 17?” Clyde asked.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” I said. “I know it sounds crazy. I don’t know. If you knew our connection, or rather his connection to hers, you’d probably feel differently. We just got back in touch with each other over the radio a few weeks ago.” I looked down. “I don’t know. I feel like our connection is still there, ya’know. Hopefully, it’s a pick up where we left off type of thing. Feels like it, anyway..”

Minnow handed me my crossbow back while Clyde asked, “You ever hear of the term a fool’s errand?”

“Yes,” I said, standing up. “So, what? I’m a fool for wanting to see my best friend?”

“No. You’re a fool because you’re out here alone, not knowing a thing about survival…”

I aimed my crossbow as he was talking, pulling the trigger with the arrow not going very far. I looked at Minnow, who had a look of disappointment on her face as I said, “It– it was the– the wind.”

“You shoot for shit,” Clyde continued. “Yet you have an attitude like you’re some kind of noble warrior floating on the wings of love. Doesn’t work like that, kid.”

“Okay,” I said. “But who the hell said anything about love?” Minnow handed me the crossbow again after reloading it for me… again.

She pointed to the target before I fiddled with it for a moment. Holding it up how I was supposed to, I looked through the little scope I attached to it. I pulled the trigger again… only for the arrow to shoot up instead of straight. Tossing my head back, I said, “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.”

“You cuss one more time, I’m gonna start punching you,” Minnow sassed. “Besides, you’re braining out.”

“Huh?” I looked at her. “What does that mean?”

“Braining out. You’re thinking too much. I always clear my mind and say to myself, a needle through water.”

“A needle through water?”

“Liv, trust me. My dad was the best archer in my colony.”

“Oh, he was? Okay. Then why isn’t he out here giving me lessons?” I looked at Clyde, who looked back at me.

“Because I’m not her dad,” he said.

“My dad got killed,” Minnow said. “Back when we lived in the subway station… along with Elliot.”

“Oh, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry,” I said. “Wh-who’s Elliot?”

“My son,” Clyde said, putting his bag back on his back.

I hung my head. “ I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. We all have stories like that, don’t we?”

After Minnow handed me my crossbow back, I started to aim it while saying to myself, “Needle through water. Needle through water.” I pulled the trigger and shot the arrow… into the cactus next to it. “Hey, that was pretty close!” “It was better,” Minnow said. 

“It was really good, right? Right?”

Minnow didn’t say anything, just slowly turned a little to the left.

“Ya’know, kid. You gonna hang with us, you need to know some stuff,” Clyde said.

Putting my crossbow on my shoulder, I said, “Yeah. Okay.” I was trying to look all cool and shit, but I don’t think I was getting that point across.

“First lesson.”

“Hit me.”

“Always survey from high ground when possible.”

Quickly putting down my crossbow, I put my backpack down, grabbing my notebook and writing down all the points he was going to tell me.

“Always,” Minnow said.

“Got it,” I said. “Always.”

“Helps you spot the big ones in advance,” Clyde said.

Writing down what he just said, I responded, “This is good. Keep going. It’s also nice to know that that thing’s not following us anymore.”

As I packed my notebook back up, Clyde said, “No, no, it’s definitely still following us. I just saw it. Yeah.”

“Wait, what?” I picked my bag up, putting it back on my back.

Clyde looked over at Minnow and said, “Chumbler,” to which she responded with, “I knew it!”

“Big son of bitch, too,” Clyde commented.

“Big sumanabitch,” Minnow said.

I heard Lady groan a little before Clyde said, “Got your scent, too. Gonna be hard to shake.”

“Then what the hell are we still   here for?” I said.

“Relax,” Minnow said. “Chumbler’s aren’t fast. We gotta keep moving.”

Clyde hummed in agreement. “Should’ve already been gone.”

With fear lacing my voice as Clyde and Minnow started walking, I said, “It’s not my scent.” I looked down at Lady and repeated it, more fear laced.

“Oh, yeah, it does.”

I ran over to the edge of the cliff and looked down, seeing the monster frog, now known as the Chumbler, moving through the trees. I turned around and ran to Minnow and Clyde. Once we got into the woods, I asked, “Where are you guys headed anyway.”

“North.”

“To the mountains,” Minnow said.

“What’s up there?” I wondered.

“A place called Snow Mountain Wilderness,” Clyde said. “Supposed to be some kind of colony up there full of survivors. The cold and elevation help to keep the monsters away.”

Turning to face me for a second, Minnow said, “You should definitely come with us!”

“I would, but ya’know–”

“You gotta go find your boyfriend,” she said, getting onto higher ground.

“One, Joel isn’t my boyfriend,” I said. “And two, if you knew him, you’d really like him.”

“Like how you love him?”

Flabbergasted, I didn’t know what to say. “Minnow!”

“He’s not gonna love you back ‘cause you can’t even get out of a Sandgobbler’s nest, and honestly, I just like you ‘cause you have a really cute dog.”

“Hurts right in the gut.”

“You’re so useless.”

“Uh–” I turned to look at Clyde, who reassured, “It just means she likes you. Don’t let it get to you. She’s been through a lot.”

I looked at Minnow, who was messing with some grass, while saying, “So annoying.” Looking back at Clyde, I noticed his whole demeanor changed before he said. “Liv?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t. Move.”

“Oh, my gosh.”

“Gimme your shirt.”

“My shirt?”

“I know you have a tank under your shirt. Gimme your shirt.”

I heard rumbling behind me as I whispered, “What do you mean?”

“Your shirt. Gimme your shirt.”

I mean honestly. How many times can he say “gimme your shirt”?

“Okay,” I whispered, not wanting to move.

“Get– Hurr– Gimme your shirt,” Clyde whispered.

“Give him your shirt, Liv,” Minnow whispered.

“Gimme your shirt.”

Very slowly with shaky hands and arms, I reached for the strap and the top of my jacket on my shoulder, tears starting to lace my eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying.” I finally got everything off my shoulders as Clyde said, “Take it easy. That’s it, that’s it.”

“Is it a Chumbler?” I asked.

“No,” he said, going to help take my shirt off. 

“What is it called?

“Take it easy. Lean over,” he said.

“If I don’t make it–”

Shushing me, Clyde bent me over more, taking the back of my shirt and pulling it over my head and down my arms. As I stood back up slowly, he came up my right side, hand on shoulder, saying, “Just stay very still.”

Very, very quietly and shakily, I replied, “Okay.”

I turned around, seeing a giant snail looking thing as Clyde started addressing the monster behind me, it growling at some points. “Ooooookay, buddy. Shh, shh, shh, shh. Easy does it. It’s okay.” Putting my shirt in the snail's rocks, Clyde continued, “You’re okay. It’s okay. You’re alright. Alright. Okay, now. On your way.”

The snail roared at Clyde before turning away and going on his journey… with my shirt.

“All good. On your way, now. On your way. Good boy, good boy.”

I’m guessing I had a look of terror on my face because Minnow said, “What’chu so scared for? Boulder Snails are nice.”

“There can be nice ones?” I asked, voice cracking at the end.

Pointing to her eyes, she said, “You can always tell in their eyes. Just look at their eyes.”

This one probably just saved our lives, too,” Clyde said. 

“Saved our lives,” I whispered.

“Gonna spread your scent all over this hillside. Shoot. That ol’ Chumbler ain’t gonna know which way to go.”

Feeling high as shit because I’m still terrified, I said, “So the Chumbler’s gonna follow my shirt?”

After a small roar from the Snail, Minnow and Clyde said, “Thank you, Mr. Boulder Snail!”

Getting a little cold from being scared, I wrapped my arms around my body, slurring, “Thank you.”

“They’re very sensitive, you know,” Clyde said. “But they’ll crush your ass… in a second.”

Still slurring, I said, “What a way to go.”

~~~

Night finally came, and I was calmed from our little adventure with Mr. Boulder Snail, sitting by a fire, hearing all sorts of noises from different monsters as I drew and wrote in my book. Even started writing Joel another letter.

Dear Joel, I don’t really know what to say other than I’m sitting by a fire with two people I just met; an older gentleman named Clyde, and a young girl about 10 or 12 named Minnow. They’re awesome. 

I encountered a couple of new monsters today. One called a Sandgobbler and it almost ate my skin off my bones, and another called a Boulder Snail; he was nicer.

Did you know that you can tell if a monster is nice just by looking at their eyes? Yeah. Minnow told me!

I’ve been trying to write while on my journey to see you, which hopefully I’ll be able to bust out two more of them for you. 

I really fucking miss you, Joel. Like, bad.

“What’cha doing?”

Jumping about ten feet out of my skin, I looked at who scared me; Clyde. “You just scared the hell out of me.” After getting my heart back in my chest, I said, “A letter. To Joel. I’ve been writing him letters. I started after we got separated, but stopped after a little while. I just picked it back up again. It’s a good way for me to get my thoughts out on paper, and I normally talked to him about all my thoughts, but…”

As Clyde made his way back over to where he was sitting before, I continued, “I also write about all the monsters we’ve encountered. I’m not the best artist or else I would draw them. That’s more Joel’s speed. From what I can remember, he’s terrible.” I chuckled, remembering all the drawings he’d shown me. “It’s nothing special. I’ll just write about all the monsters' strengths and weaknesses… shit like that. Felt like I was helping, ya’know.”

“You’re a pretty good writer,” Clyde said. I turned a couple pages, coming to one in particular that caught his eye. “I seen this one. Ugly bastard. Doesn’t like loud noises, also doesn’t like shotgun blasts to the head. Might wanna add that.”

I took my pencil and wrote down shotgun to the face. “Got it.”

“Do you mind if I–?”

“Oh, sure,” I said. “Go ahead.” I handed him my notebook, letting him look through it.

“Very pretty handwriting,” he commented. “Spent a lot of time perfecting all the different fonts?”

I nodded my head. “Yup. I needed something to do while down in the bunker, so I found this calligraphy book and just started practicing. Wasn’t anything special and it sure as shit didn’t help the colony out any.”

He flipped to a page about Agatha 6-1-6. “I was 16 when it hit.”

“Yeah, they sent everything up at once to take her down,” Clyde commented.  “They had the balls to call us the lucky ones just ‘cause of whatever the hell was in those things didn’t affect us. Ain’t nothing lucky about getting kicked off the top of the food chain.”

“Yeah, my parent’s and Joel’s parents thought if we could just.. make it out Fairfield, then we might’ve had a shot,” I said, looking down as sadness laced my voice.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re from Fairfield?”

“Yeah, why?” I asked, looking back up at Clyde.

“I’ve never met anyone who made it out of Fairfield. That place was basically ground zero. Shit, I’ve only heard horror stories.”

I nodded my head, saying, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.”

“Your parents, uhh…”

“No, no. It’s just me…”

“And this Joel kid?”

“Yup. Just me and Joel. We couldn’t save our parents.”

“You putting that on yourself?” he asked, to which I hummed at. He sighed and said, “You’re from Fairfield. You shouldn’t even be here. Right? You’re more of a survivor than I thought.”

“Gee, thanks.” I thought about his words for a moment. “That’s actually the coolest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Handing me my notebook back, Clyde said, “It’s a good start. Keep it up. Book like this could save someone’s life out here.”

“Thanks, Clyde.” “You, uhm… you’re sure this boy is worth it? Coming all this way?”

“Yeah,. He is.”

A few seconds of silence went by as Clyde messed with logs in the fire before Minnow said, “Don’t settle, Liv.”

“She’s right,” Clyde said. “You don’t have to. Not even at the end of the world.” He rustled my hair some before I tried to get in a comfortable position to sleep, but that was short lived when Clyde clapped really loud and said, “Okay! Time to break camp! Let’s go!”

“Wait, what?” I asked, completely baffled.

“Lesson 2,” he said, standing and putting his bag on his back. “You get a hot meal or a good night’s sleep. Not both.”

“Not both,” Minnow said.

I sat up, opening my notebook to the page I titled Lessons from Clyde and Minnow before I packed it up and stood, shouldering my bag straps. “Are you being serious?”

“Something will have smelled our food and be all over this camp within the hour,” Clyde said.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that, though? I didn’t do either!”

“We can’t tell you everything. Keep up.” Clyde poured water on the fire and we headed off! 

All night we walked, and well into the morning. I was tired, I was starving. We stopped off at a little spot, where Minnow painted a face with a target in the middle for shooting practice.

“Rwar! I’m gonna kill you, Liv Davis! I’m gonna eat you like broccoli!” Minnow said, growling at the end. “I’m Liv, and I can’t protect my boyfriend and I’m useless and insecure and an awkward little teenager. But I need you to save me! I thought you loved me! But I can’t because–” She started making shrieking noises. 

I looked down at her from my crossbow, asking, “What?”

“That’s your boyfriend dying,” she said.

“One; we’ve been over this, he’s not my boyfriend,” I said. “And two; what?”

“A needle through water.”

I sighed, looking back through my bow’s scope, muttering, “A needle through water. Needle through water,” before I pulled the trigger and landed the arrow right between the “eyes” of this tree.

Minnow cheered for me as I looked shocked. “See? Bull’s Eye!” She rammed straight into my side, causing me to groan before shrieking as we both went down the ground.

“Got yourself a little sister there, huh?” Clyde asked. “Hey, we gotta get going.”

“Okay,” I groaned. “Minnow get up. We gotta go.” I went to get up, but couldn’t because Minnow wouldn’t get up. “Minnow? What are you doing?” We eventually got up and continued our journey before making a quick stop again, giving me the perfect opportunity to write another letter to Joel.

Dear Joel, I made some friends! Human friends! You already know about them; Clyde and Minnow. I don’t know why I’m telling you that again. But they’re teaching me everything they know. Like in lesson three; don’t take shortcuts! Lesson eight; target practice everyday! I’m getting pretty damn good with my crossbow, if I do say so myself. Lesson ten is a good one; keep your socks dry.

I’m really struggling with lesson two; not both. Meaning I can’t have a hot meal and a good night’s sleep. I’m super tired, and we both know how I get when I’m super tired.

After getting to a certain point in our journey, Clyde ever so kindly informed me, “Alright, there’s a lot of things out here that you shouldn’t touch or eat. Ferns like these have an antivemon. Good in pinch for snakes, slugs. Great entry for your book.”

I was trying to write and walk at the same time, which wasn’t working out great, but I’d be able to sit and rewrite all this later. “Yup. Got it.”

“The insect looking ones got no peripheral vision. Lizard looking ones can’t climb for shit. Amphibian looking ones like to hide, lure ya in, eat’cha whole. Then there’s the Sandgobblers, the badasses.”

“Badasses,” Minnow said.

“Yup,” I said. “Fell in their hole. That’s how we met, remember?”

“But what you saw were worker bees,” Clyde said. “What you wanna avoid under all circumstances is the queen.”

“How do I know if I’ve come in contact with the queen?” I asked.

“Well, your first clue would be a giant fin slicing through the Earth, following every single sound and vibration you make. You howling in pain as you’re being ripped in half will be your second.”

“Copy that. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“We’re getting close to where our paths diverge. You’re gonna want to go West to Jenner, the beaches. Or you can be sensible and come with us to the mountains.”

“Yeah, I’ve been sensible all my life and it’s literally gotten me nowhere,” I said.

“Come with us,” Clyde said. “Strength in numbers, ya’know? Besides, we’d make a great team.”

“Yeah, I think so, it’s just–” I trailed off. “This is something I’ve gotta do.”

“It’s not fair,” Minnow said. 

I turned around and locked eyes with her, seeing sadness all over her face. “Minnow.” I walked over to her, crouching down. “What’s going on, bub?” “Why do you gotta go?” she said, voice breaking.

“Because this boy,” I said. “He really means a lot to me. Come on, you know I gotta do this. We talked about it.” Thinking about my next move, I decided to give her something . “Hey, you know what? I got something for ya.” Reaching into my bag, I got the baseball that I was saving for Joel out, handing it to her.

“A baseball?” she asked, excitedly. She took it from my hands as I said, “Yeah,” before she hugged me tightly, grateful for this gift.

She stood back up, as she had to bend a little to hug me. “I take back what I said before. Joel’s gonna love you back.”

Not wanting to argue with her about the topic anymore because… well, because she’s right, I smiled and said, “Thanks, Minnow. Oop. You got some snot.” I stood and wiped her nose with the bottom of my jacket, both of us chuckling. “Come on.”

I turned around and walked towards Clyde, who was standing at the edge of woods near a clearing.

“Final lesson,” he said. “Listen to your instincts out here. They’ll keep you alive.” He turned to look at me. 

“What if I have the worst instincts?” I asked.

“You’ll die,” he said, almost nonchalantly while almost happy at the same time.

“Okay.” “Listen, love. Good instincts are earned by making mistakes. If you’re lucky enough to survive a few mistakes, you’re gonna be okay out here.” He held up a grenade, saying, “This might come in handy, too.”

Taking it from him, I said, “Wow. That’s awesome. Do you have any more that I could have?” “You get one,” he said. “Pull the pin, count to five. Not four, not six.”

I repeated the number five while looking at the explosive in my hands as Clyde put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You’re gonna be okay. Minnow? Let’s go, kid.” They started walking off as he said, “Hey, Liv! You made it all this way from Fairfield. What’s another 30 miles?”

“30 miles?” I said to myself. I started walking towards them when I asked, “You mean we passed Joel’s colony?!”

“Be safe out here!” 

I stopped walking as Lady continued her journey towards Clyde and Minnow, as Clyde said, “Here she comes!” Lady gave them some love before heading back in my direction.

We all raised our hands in goodbye before they continued on their journey.

At Lady’s whine, I said, “Yeah, I’m gonna miss them, too.”  I turned around and started walking back to the woods we emerged from, Lady staying where she was. “Come on, Lady.” I turned my back to see if she started following or not, and to my somewhat surprise, she did.

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A/N 2: And that’s where we’re gonna end it for now. I know, I know, cliffhanger. But the series will continue a little while after YABMH && WLCFL ends.

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Posted on May 17, 2022

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[mondayborn]

" it's easy for whoever joins him to stay anonymous. So I guess all of the boys could chip in."

But now imagine how Joel's audience would try to identify how many different partners are there in his vids. Samr kind of discussions as we did over "wrestling mystery", like "no, it's not the guy from the riding video, there's no leg tattoo", or "I don't recognize his cock, is it someone new?🤔👀" and so on

The most observant ones must argue between numbers 5 and 6 probably 😂

Omg and all of his identified boyfriends would have a nickname given by the audience.

"Joel is how tall?! Mr. Big couldn't have a more suiting name"

"Meat-pie is my favourite, always some good spanking from him"

"Rose Dawson was breathing louder than Boyfriend in this one. Give them hell Joel!"

"Gotta love Yoga, he's the only one who knows how to fold Joel"

#ive got mail #egglish

[twistnet]

twistnet’s five year anniversary

going to pin this for a while, so if you’re looking for the navigation ⇢ go here

“ellie, i think somethings wrong with shimmer...”

this is a small requesting event to celebrate my fifth year being on this hellsite. a big thank you to anyone who’s managed to stick around with me this long, or had recently just joined me on this wild adventure. please enjoy to your hearts content!

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SEND ME A ARTIFACT FROM THE LIST UNDER THE CUT and i’ll write you an imagine with a character of your choice! each artifact has a small prompt to go along with it, and if you played either of the tlou games, you may recognize some of the listed artifacts

RULES — please read through; rules not followed = request being denied

example ask — [ can i please request riley’s pendant with matt casey and a female reader? ]

general blog rules apply; please read before requesting ⇢ rules

specify gn!reader or female!reader; default is gender neutral

please state character’s full name when requesting

a character can only be requested twice! for example -- matt casey can only take up two separate prompts; no more than that!

prompts are first come, first serve ⇢ there are 30 slots [ listed under cut ]

please read the bonus listed on some of the prompts; you have the option to add those in

as a prompt is taken, it will be crossed out ⇢ i will answer asks as they come in to verify placement

FANDOMS — arcane, csi miami, dazed and confused, marvel, mayans, narcos, one chicago, prodigal son, resident evil, riverdale, soa, star wars, stranger things, swat, tlou & 911 ⇢ any of the characters on my fandom + character list

EVENT OFFICIALLY CLOSED

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ONE. riley’s pendant  [ ellie williams ] ⇢ your lover can’t help but look at the ring on your finger; “i can’t believe you’re really mine”

TWO. joel’s watch [ antonio dawson ] ⇢ your lover gives you something to remember them by

THREE. sam’s robot [ tig trager ] ⇢ your lover comes across an old childhood toy of yours while unpacking a box in your first house together 

FOUR. walkman [ jim hopper ] ⇢ listening to your favorite music with your lover -- bonus; you provide your favorite for them to listen to

FIVE. switchblade [ chris alonso ] ⇢ your lover finds a knife in your bag / pants pocket; chaos ensues

SIX. joel and sara photo [ ethan choi ] ⇢ you and your lover take pictures in a photobooth to mark the end of an amazing first date

SEVEN. no pun intended [ adam ruzek ] ⇢ you tell your lover a joke, which results in them laughing so hard they begin crying

EIGHT. lab recorder [ steve harrington ] ⇢ your lover listens to a voicemail you left them on their phone -- bonus; you can pick angst or fluff

NINE. tess’ list [ nathan drake ] ⇢ you send your lover to the store with a list of things to get, they end up bringing home more than you had asked for -- bonus; they got a few things because they knew you’d like it

TEN. wanted poster [ jay halstead ] ⇢ your lover accidentally stumbles across your arrest record -- bonus; they are surprised because you are the sweetest person they know

ELEVEN. savage starlight comic [ eddie munson ] ⇢ you show your lover your favorite book / comic and somehow manage to get them hooked on it -- bonus; they totally started reading it because they wanted something to talk to you about

TWELEVE. engraved ring [ dmitri antonov ] ⇢  your lover proposes to you in the heat of the moment; this wasn’t how they planned it going at all

THIRTEEN. map of seattle [ matt casey ] ⇢ you and your lover go on vacation, and your lover insists the two of you aren’t lost 

FOURTEEN. street drawing [ steve harrington ] ⇢ you find your lover’s drawings / paintings of you 

FIFTEEN. raul’s olive branch [ hondo harrelson ] ⇢ you or your lover apologize after a fight

SIXTEEN. programme for cassandra [ victor tan ] ⇢ you and your lover go to see a late night movie

SEVENTEEN. tara’s invitation [ evan buckley ]  ⇢ you go to stay at your lover’s place after learning you are unable to stay at your own -- bonus; you get to pick why

EIGHTEEN. join wlf note [ hunter ] ⇢ you or your lover are apart of an underground resistance, and it’s one of your jobs to recruit the other -- bonus; can be au or canon depending on the character chosen 

NINETEEN. pharmacy note [ jim street ] ⇢ you or your lover come down with a sickness, and one of you runs to the store to get them anything they could possibly need

TWENTY. bookstore note [ brian zvonecek ] ⇢ you or your lover reassures the other of their love after a bout of self-consciousness

TWENTY-ONE. arcade flyer [ peter parker ] ⇢ you and your lover go to the arcade -- bonus; you pick who beats the other’s high score

TWENTY-TWO. strange artifact [ malcolm bright ] ⇢ your lover gifts you something odd they found at a secondhand store simply because “it reminded me of you” -- bonus; you get to pick the item 

TWENTY-THREE. hospital supply list [ erin lindsay ] ⇢ you or your lover end up in the hospital after doing something idiotic -- bonus; you get to pick what happened

TWENTY-FOUR. zoo holiday brochure [ kelly severide ] ⇢ you and your lover go to the zoo -- bonus; your kid(s) convinced you to go 

TWENTY-FIVE. prayer for victory [ carlos oliveira ] ⇢ you or your lover suffer an injury, and no one knows if you are going to make it out alive

TWENTY-SIX. failed truce [ jay halstead ] ⇢ you or your love fall out of love with the other -- bonus; the person you now love is something the both of you know

TWENTY-SEVEN. survivor plea [ jay halstead x kim burgess ] ⇢ you or your lover is in danger, and the other would do anything to make sure they are safe again. even at the risk of their own life

TWENTY-EIGHT. young seraphite’s journal [ connor rhodes ] ⇢ your lover finds an old journal of yours full of love confessions and odd secrets you held onto from before the two of you began dating

TWENTY-NINE. rattler’s note [ rafe adler ] ⇢ you find out your lover did something horrible -- bonus; you get to pick what they did and whether you forgive them

THIRTY. runaway warning [ sam drake ] ⇢ you or your lvoer go missing, and it’s up to the other to find them and bring them home -- bonus; you pick angst or fluff for ending

happy requesting! tagging some mutuals!

@libraryofloveletters​​ // @blathannabeaga​ // @nightlywords7​ // @mirabee​ // @purplerain85​ // @cherieann-2001​ // @shebemyne​ // @leopardprinthearts​ // @ggrayyxx​ // @wanderlust-and-poetry​ // @burgstead​ // @halsteadswhore22​

#twistnet celebrations #twistnet's 5th anniversary

[fitzells]

AH love your writing! 🤍 could i get “being ok with your partner showing up at your house at 2am, for any reason, no matter how small” with mitch pleaseeeee?

bed’s too cold, mitch rapp

intimacy in a relationship

notes: you know the drill, keep the requests coming! also if you scroll through my account, you’ll see a few posts I’ve tagged ‘writing prompts’ so feel free to request those!! please note that i do not write for dylan, i only write for his characters!

word count: 530+ (this one is quite short i’m sorry!)

warnings: none!

“Hello?” Your voice was groggy, body desperately chasing sleep as you buried yourself further into your mess of covers.

“Hey, baby. I’m outside.” Mitch replied softly, his own voice clearly bathing in fatigue as you heard him stifle a yawn.

“You are?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed as you sat up slightly in your bed; leaning over to switch on the bedside lamp. “I thought you said that my place was too far from Stan’s. Weren’t you the one who was supposedly ‘too exhausted’ to drive all the way here?”

He sighed, and you could practically sense the eyeroll. “Yeah well, thought I’d come see my favourite girl.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, all though you couldn’t help the grin that painted its way onto your face. “Smooth, Rapp. Real smooth. Okay, well . . . come in whenever you want, I’ll be here.”

“Yeah, um. That’s kind of why I’m calling, sort of forgot my key.” You didn’t reply, trying to avoid letting out a very monstrous groan into your pillow as you thought about leaving your warm bed. So you stayed quiet, reminding yourself that within moments you’d be back in the arms of your boyfriend, who you loved very much. “. . . Baby?”

“I’ll be there in one second, hold on.” You hung up the phone, stretching out slightly before padding through your apartment, opening your front door to be greeted with your boyfriend; clad in sweatpants and an old Mets hoodie.

“My bed was too cold.” He stated, dark bags occupying the skin beneath his eyes as he let out a loud yawn. You only shook your head, clutching onto his warm hand and pulling him into your apartment. He closed the door, allowing you to lead him to your room as he followed closely behind.

He flopped down on your bed, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and opening his arms for you. You happily accepted the embrace, body strewn across his as your head laid upon his chest. You both sighed contentedly as his arms wrapped around you, tugging you even closer into him.

“This is so much better.” He breathed, nuzzling his face into your hair whilst you lightly traced patterns on his chest. You nodded lazily, your sleep deprivation inevitably catching up on you.

“‘M sorry I woke you. Just wanted to be with you.” He mumbled, his sleepiness causing him to lose his filter, spewing words of adoration even more than he usually did.

You laughed quietly, feeling his soft lips press a kiss to your temple, causing you to place a soft kiss on his bare chest in response. “I really don’t mind, Mitch. You can come over whenever you want.”

“I love you so much, you know that?”

You smiled. “I know, I love you too. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

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[dylansnbhd]

cute mess, joel dawson

synopsis: joel decides to surprise you with a romantic date in the bunker, but things don’t go quite as planned.

word count: 1.3k

notes: this was the very first dob imagine i ever wrote and i’m so glad it was for my bf joel, mmhmm

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Joel wouldn't consider himself panicky, per se. Now, bravely and reasonably cautious? He felt that was a better, more appropriate description.

But as he scrambled through the bunker with his forehead glistening with perspiration and an armful of miscellaneous knickknacks, he couldn't deny it anymore.

Joel was panicking. Hard.

You and Joel have been together for a little over 6 months now and couldn't be any happier. He actually confessed to you while he was milking Gertie, the cow—it was incredibly charming. The guy was absolutely head-over-heels for you and it was painfully obvious.

So when you absentmindedly mentioned that you'd never been on a proper date, he decided he would set one up for you right in the bunker. Of course, he felt surprises were way more romantic, so he planned to begin when you left with the hunting party.

How hard could it be?

He moved speedily in and out of rooms, occasionally tripping over his own feet. One second he was adding chopped vegetables to the minestrone and the next he was decorating a section of the dining table. It was definitely a month's worth of exercise and that's all Joel really needed.

He took a step back from the table after adjusting everything for the nth time and proudly admired his work. He used one of the baby's old blue-patterned blankets for a mini table-cloth and placed a lantern beside it for mood lighting. One of Kala's "antique" snow-globes stood as the centerpiece and was surrounded by small action figures and army men. As a final fancy touch, he folded a piece of paper and wrote your name on it next to a rough sketch of you smiling. He placed it where you would be sitting and made one for his own side.

It was just missing one thing—flowers.

"What on earth are you doing, Joel?" Ray questioned from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest in amusement.

"Oh! Well, I set up a date night for Y/n. It's just...we don't have a bouquet of roses just lying around anywhere, do we?"

Ray hummed in false thought before dodging out of the room and coming back with a handful of, what seemed to be, coriander stalks. He shoved them into Joel's hands, earning a blank stare and a quizzical tilt of his head.

"What is—what am I supposed to do with this?"

"Well, you know what they say," Ray started and slowly began to walk out of the room, "cilantro is like a distant cousin to roses."

Joel stood frozen for a second in disbelief as he watched Ray leave. He opened his mouth to say something and paused before finally calling out, "So distant they aren't a part of the same family! Apparently..."

Upon hearing your voice, he quickly grabbed an empty milk bottle and filled it with a bit of water before shoving the stalks of cilantro inside. He ran to set it on the blanket, accidentally knocking it over and drenching your fancy name tag.

"Shit..." he cursed under his breath before standing it up again and hurrying to catch you before you walked in.

He spotted your messy figure a few feet away. You had a slight frown on your face and your shoulders sank heavily.

But any hint of exhaustion previously evident on your dirt-caked face disappeared as you called out an unusually cheery "Hey". Your eyes lit up and you sent him a small, endearing smile. He could feel his heart grow ten times bigger at the sight.

"Hey, everything go okay?" He asked jokingly, referring to the dried mud on your clothes.

You sighed, "Yeah, I found a bunch of canned soups, but then I tripped over something and then...well, you can see. I definitely need a long shower."

He smiled and swiftly moved behind you, "Before you do that, I have a surprise for you."

Placing his hands over your eyes, he walked you over to dining table. You giggled out of shock and held onto his wrists while he sang, "Almost thereeeee."

"Tada!"

His eyes were glued to your face to watch your reaction. When he saw your eyes widened and your jaw drop, he could've confidently said that he stunned you into silence.

"Well, what do you think?" He straightened up and paused, waiting for an amazed reply.

"Joel—"

"I wanted to do something special for you since you said you'd never been on a date before—"

"Joel, the—"

"And it doesn't look like much, but I think I did a pretty good job at—"

"Joel, the minestrone!"

He furrowed his eyebrows and hesitantly nodded, "Well, that too...I was gonna say decorating, but..."

After finally following your line of sight, his eyes bulged out of his head and he cursed before running into the kitchen.

The broth bubbled ferociously, spilling over the sides of the pot and splashing onto the floor. His shoes were being drenched in the liquid as he rushed over to turn off the stove and put a lid over the pot to tame it.

Almost like an alarm, Mary barged into the kitchen with a wailing baby in her arms. The sound bounced around the walls, piercing through your ears.

"I've been looking for this blanket!" Mary—being too occupied with hushing the baby—pulled at the blanket before Joel could call out any warning. Suddenly, the sound of shattered glass accompanied the loud cries like a chaotic symphony.

Joel sighed. He owed Kala a snow-globe.

You had offered to help him clean the mess, but he insisted that he could do it himself. He had already gone to sweep up the shards of glass in the dining area before you could offer again.

So after you went to freshen up, you say the table and waited for him to finish washing dishes. When he saw you, he offered you a tight-lipped smile and set a bowl down on the table taking the seat beside you.

"I was able to, uh, reheat the minestrone, but it got kinda cold while you were in the shower."

You smiled softly at him, mumbling a thanks before scooping a spoonful into your mouth. Your nose scrunched and you involuntarily coughed.

The soup was practically freezing cold and the noodles were awfully gummy.

"It's...good!"

He laughed and dug the bottoms of his palms into his eyes. "I'm sorry, this night ended differently in my head. It was supposed to be special and it just..." he looked up, eyes darting all over the room to avoid your gaze.

He was scared that you would think he was just a screw-up. You went up to the surface almost every week and he couldn't even fathom the idea of being out there for a few seconds, let alone repeatedly. Now, the one thing he seemed to be good at was sitting like a cold, mushy puddle inside its bowl.

"Hey," you reached out to hold his hands and he started fidgeting with your fingers, "I really appreciate that you went through all that trouble for me. Even though it didn't work out exactly, I'm really happy."

"Really?"

"Joel, I could've watched you draw a picture for hours and I would've been very pleased."

He furrowed his eyebrows and quickly turned his head to the side in thought, "Oh shit, I should've done that—I didn't know I could do that."

"My point is," you interjected while placing your hand on his cheek and turning him to face you, "I really loved everything you did for me today."

"Even though everything was basically a hot mess?"

"Mmm, it was a cute mess."

You leaned over to press a soft kiss against his lips and he reciprocated, smiling ever so slightly and resting his palm against your cheek. Any stress that he felt immediately slipped away and was replaced with a warm tingle that sent goosebumps down his arms.

Planning a date went better than he thought.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o’brien imagine #joel dawson #dylan o’brien x y/n #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien fluff #love and monsters #joel dawson x reader #joel dawson x y/n #joel dawson fluff #joel dawson imagine

[wackywritings]

Stupid things - Joel Dawson

“You know, if you got a dollar for every stupid thing you did, you’d be rich by now.”

Joel gave you a hearty chuckle as you tended to the cut on his handpalm. He could make a mean minestrone, but cutting vegetables seemed to be a challenge every time he did it. 

He looked at you intently as you finished up bandaging his hand. 

“Thanks.” he said. 

You knew he didn’t just mean patching him up. He was alone, still looking for his girlfriend, and had trouble dealing with the trauma and aftermath of the apocalypse. Living underground for 7 years wasn’t easy after all. Especially when everyone else was banging each others’ brains out all the time. But you had each other, and it was good to be able to talk to someone about literally anything. He felt like he owed you big time for everything you’d done for him, from helping him through his nightmares to complimenting his drawings whenever he felt insecure about them. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just make sure you put ‘kitching knives’ in your little dangerous monsters guide.” You joked as you lightly punch his chest, moving aside to put the first aid kit away. Talking about your feelings was never one of your fortes, but Joel knew your friendship meant as much to you as it did to him. 

“Ah, next to the bigass man-eating ants of course. They’re surely equally as dangerous.” He nodded along.

“If only you find a way to take out those bastard knives, huh? I don’t think shooting them will work.” you looked over your shoulder as you pondered out loud. “Maybe paying attention to what you’re doing will help? Make sure to put that down in that book of yours, Joel!” you laughed as he pretended to be hurt by what you had just said. 

“I’ll show you, alright. That book’s gonna save lives one day!” 

You walked up to him, suddenly a serious look on your face, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. You didn’t notice the way his joking demeanor changed as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes. Or how he shivered and swallowed thickly at your gentle touch. 

“Sure it will, keep on dreaming Joel.” you said as you erupted in laughter again, patting his shoulder mockingly before walking out of the room. 

He could only chuckle as he lightly rubbed the spot on his shoulder where your hand rested moments ago. 

If only he got a dollar for every stupid thing he did, maybe he could buy a manual on how to ask a girl out.

#joel dawson #dylan o'brien #love and monsters #joel dawson imagine #joel dawson blurb #joel dawson x reader #I've found myself in a dylan o'brien phase again send help pls #he's just so GOOD and he seems so niceee whyyyy

[obriengf]

6 or 9 or maybe both together because i feel like they bleed into one another a bit.. with Joel maybe? please and thank you a million times. you're a fantastic writer — I adore everything you post.

send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩ CLOSED Notes: first of all - thank you my lovely! second, I've gone with 9!

BLINDSIDE

"I can't believe we've come this far." Your words were spoken in a whispered tone, hardly enough to break the night's calm. Specks of light were disappearing under the blanket of clouds and sprinkling rain that hazed the view before you, two bodies sheltered as they sat beside each other. You could feel pearls of rain dripping from the tips of your hair, adding to the already saturated material of your shirt. You hadn't seen water fall from the sky for seven years - your life sheltered until recently, when you volunteered to join an ambitious friend as he journeyed across the Surface to find a girl. A lost love, that wasn't you. You heard a hum as warmth pressed to your side, the boy next to you leaning against your arm as a form of admiring acknowledgement. As your head dropped to his shoulder, you hoped that he couldn't feel the heavy thump of your heart - a juxtaposition to the serenity you selfishly burrowed within. Joel drew a deep breath, his sigh coated in contentedness, "It's crazy. Things have changed so much, everything we knew about the world is just... so non-existent, you know?" Time had been cruel, and it had isolated so many people as the Earth changed into unrecognisable land. Your families were gone, your homes destroyed, and your lives seemingly extinct since before the monsters had taken over. But at least you had Joel; your closest friend, your forever ally, your everything. And now Boy, a companion that was as loyal as they came.

You both jumped slightly as a beep resonated around your quiet space, Mav1s unknowingly reminding you that her power was draining and that she will soon be leaving you all. Her tone was calming, a feature that you were thankful for within the very brief moment you had spent together as you turned to peer at her screen, "Look, sky jellies! They're harmless and quite lovely."

The dying drops of rain brought back light; bright blues and pinks that glowed, flying jellyfish that created a beautiful sight that you were sure you'd only ever see once in your life. You were in awe as wide eyes took in the dancing colours before you looked at Joel, his lips curled high, just as enthralled as you were and possibly even more mesmerised.

Mav1s beeped again; her time was nearly at the end, but instead of trying to continue conserving her power, she used it for one last hoorah. "Joel, Y/N... would you like to hear a song?"

After you both answered with sympathetic affirmations, a familiar tune emitted from Mav1s' speakers - a tune that you had long forgotten, but had also quickly brought back a warmth of memories that settled so easily in your chest. You softly grinned, body slightly swaying, "I love this song."

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see.

You were humming, nostalgia settling deep within your bones, and Joel could see just how fulfilled you were in that moment of bliss. It was hasty when he stood up; never once second-guessing, hesitance not even a playing card in his deck when he placed himself in front of you with an outstretched hand and lopsided smile that could make you fall to your knees. He cleared his throat, voice confident, "Dance with me."

It was an offer that could not be refused.

You accepted his offer graciously, your palm slipping against his, and he guided you under the stray drops that continued to fall and among the radiant neon gleam of the Jellyfish. They cast purple tones over his cheeks - a lavender haze that brought out the warmth in his eyes and the small golden freckles over his nose that is only recognisable when you're this close. Joel Dawson was many things; awkward, determined, impulsive, and brave, but also incredibly beautiful.

No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand Stand by me.

You didn't miss the small shake in his hands before they settled slightly above your waist, and you only hoped that he wasn't regretting his choice to bring you out here. It prompted you to be nervous yourself when arms draped over his shoulders and around his neck, but he managed to sink into your embrace with ease. Bodies rocked from side to side and the moment, whether purposeful or not, turned intimate rather quickly.

Baby brown eyes flickered over your face as stray drops of water beaded from his hair, and Joel took a deep breath before his voice filtered out quietly, "I'm really happy you came with me. Even if we did almost die, like, five times already. I don't think I could've done any of this without you."

Your lips lifted, tone just as gentle to prevent breaking the bubble you both found yourselves in, "Joel Dawson. When are you going to learn that I will always be here for you? No matter how stupid your ideas can get sometimes." A chuckle followed your words and the same amusement pulled jovially at his facial features, his nose crinkling and eyes squinting in what would be pure happiness.

"Honestly, sometimes I wonder why you'd risk everything just to follow me 'cross the surface. And don't try to spare my feelings by saying it's just cuz you're my best friend. I get it, I'm not really the sole survivor type." Joel mused, both sets of feet carrying you both in a circular pattern as he released a laugh of his own.

Oh darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh, stand by me

You shook your head, feet stopping, hands sliding down until they rested over the boy's shoulders. With a quirked brow, you looked up at him, "You can't take a hint, can you?"

His head fell to the side in confusion, obliviousness weaving its way into his eyes and the minimal downturn of his mouth. Joel's hands slipped from your body and you instantly missed their warmth as he replied to you, "You know I only function properly when someone’s direct with me."

It was risky. Everything about the past few days with Joel was, but within this bubble, what you were thinking and what you craved was a recipe that when mixed... could potentially end in disaster. Alas, there was something so poetic about the delicacy that surrounded you two right here, right now. So, with tentative movements at first, you stood on the toes of your boots, a palm trailing up the side of his neck and settling on his cheek.

And then you kissed him.

It was short, but sweet. Lips slotting perfectly against the other, and you were so lost in the taste and feel of him that you didn't notice his hands grasping back at your waist. It was slow when you pulled back and your mind needed a second to catch up, but your nose dragged against his and your feet flattened.

"I don't think I can get any more direct than that." You mumbled, eyes finally fluttering open, only to be met with his still pursed lips but a furrow between his brows that you couldn't decipher. You dropped your hands and took a step back, "Joel?"

Oh stand now Stand by me Stand by me...

The abrupt silence was distraction enough from Joel's lack of reaction as you spun to face Mav1s, her power gone, and Boy's head tilting in his own confusion at her lack of liveliness. You needed to step away from your friend as regret bubbled inside of your stomach, provoking the sensation of bile to gather in the pit of your throat before you swallowed it down.

You wandered toward the robot and reached toward the buttons on her front panel, pressing them anxiously as if she'd magically wake back up. It was her, too, lack of response that brought the nausea back and for the first time in seven years, you wished you were held up in your bed back at the bunker. Your thoughts were interrupted as footsteps fell heavy behind you, and Joel gaped as he tried to think of words to say.

"I-I don't get it... is that why you came with me? Because you like me?" His tone was unsure and it shook you to know that the ground couldn't open up and swallow you whole.

"No... yes, not exactly." You sighed when you stood back to full height, turning to face him, however, your eyes remained cast at your shoes. "I needed to know that you'd be okay, Whether you could take care of yourself or not... I couldn't let you leave knowing that I could possibly never see you again. I care about you more than anything else, Joel. I always will."

"I care about you, too." His answer was swift, but carried uncertainty that felt like an arrow to the heart. You were waiting for the dreaded 'but' that would twist the arrow further down until it pushed your heart through your chest. And then it came, and it wasn't so forgiving, "But I came all this way for Aimee, my girlfriend. I love her, you know that..."

And you did, but you thought that after all these years, it would be something that he grew out of. It was selfish to wish that he wasn't in love, that somebody wasn't waiting for him. You didn't mean to grow feelings for the boy, either, but spending so much time with someone in such a limited space does wonders for making a heart grow. Only now, it's sinking, it's fracturing and soon it will be no more.

You willed yourself not to cry. Instead, you breathed sharply, head nodding, and you faced away from him before reaching out to stroke over Boy's head. You cleared your throat, "Well, we better get a good night's sleep then so we can get you to your girl."

"Y/N-" Joel tried, but you cut him off.

"Come on, Boy, let's find somewhere comfy, huh? At least Clyde isn't here to make us keep watch." You made sure to move past Joel without any sort of eye contact, or emotion, or anything as you know that the moment you peer into his sympathetic eyes you will only feel worse about yourself.

As if the guilt would eat you alive.

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𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 — 𝙅𝙊𝙀𝙇 𝘿𝘼𝙒𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙓 𝙊𝘾!𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙕𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙃

** Hey guys, this is my first fanfic, I apologize for any grammatical errors, English is not my native language, so you can imagine lmaoo. Thanks for your attention, I hope you enjoy it! **

>>PROLOGUE<<

CHAPTER 1

Living in a subway station was never my dream, I believe it was never anyone's dream. Seven years ago nobody could imagine that our lives would be totally changed, an explosion changing everything, our homes were no longer the same, the world would be completely different.

In my conception, despite the disasters and deaths that happened, there was something positive, nature took what was rightfully hers, the planet recovered from what we did to it over the years. The forest dominated practically the entire surface.

The station where my colony lived had partially turned into a forest, Jason liked to play hide and seek there, with the other children. After what happened I thought it was better to leave, I decided to live on the surface, the others thought it was crazy, but I had made up my mind.

Four months later I met the boy, not a real child, but an Australian Kelpie who called himself a boy. His had been killed during the apocalypse, as a dog lover decides to take care of him, even though he is extremely independent.

"Boy, I'm going out to find some food and feed" the dog just stares at me "What? Our food is running out you little monster, and you eat for both of us." I pet him behind his ear and his tail wags excitedly.

I walk to the bus door opening it and Kelpie follows me, I look at him softly "You stay here, Boy! I won't be long."

Leaving the bus, I walk to the houses further away from the center, making as little noise as possible, the last thing I want is to draw the attention of some monster.

I arrive at a house with blue walls that seemed more preserved than the others, entering the house I carefully rummage around looking for any useful objects, canned food, clothes, and anything that looks like a toy for the boy.

In less than two hours the house has already been completely turned over, with the two backpacks already completely full I leave the house going back to the bus. Minutes go by. As I am about to turn onto the street where the vehicle is stopped, I see a giant frog coming towards me, I quickly hide behind a tree with a thick trunk. Breathing slowly to attract the giant amphibian's attention.

"Shit" I think as the animal stops a few feet behind the tree I am hiding in.

Slowly the frog moves away going in another direction, when I am sure it will not return I slowly come out of my hiding place. Letting out my breath I walk back to the bus. When I get close I hear a male voice, looking around I don't see anyone, getting closer to the door I hear a voice inside the bus. Grabbing my bow I place an arrow, I am about to open the door when the Boy seems to smell me and quickly starts barking loudly, and the door is opened.

I look at the standing man who was with a frightened expression on his face as I walk inside the bus with my arrow aimed at him. "Who are you?" I question.

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>> Sorry, grammatical errors! English is not my first language. Don't forget to send me feedback! Thanks, see you next time!<<

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Image: Running into your best friend Joel Dawson when he comes too your bunker for Aimee unware of your feelings for him

You did Not expect too wake up this morning from your crappy little corner in your bunker too discover Not Only was Joel Dawson was HERE but he was alive!!. You heard from Aimee that he was talking too her thru the radio but you Never expected Joel too show up. Dashing Too where he was. He was passed out on a bed. He got taller. How is it that he got taller? And he was more filled out. You couldn’t help but notice how more attractive your best friend was Now. he's all grown up. Watching him sleep you couldn’t believe it’s been years even those he looked different he still looked like Joel. your best friend Joel. There was a time where you Did everything together. unless he was hanging with Aimee. then you busied yourself with studying. the goal was Harvard before monsters Appeared. You still couldn’t pin point what was more annoying the Fact you Wasted All of high school studying for a future you could Never have Or the fact you missed all these years with Joel. Aimee was helping out someone as she walked passed you.

“we found him in the woods.. I can’t believe he came all this way.”

“Me either. Or that he’s alive.. Imagine the things he’s seen.”

Before he woke up you were called away too help with packing up your entire bunker. sadly your bunker was full of old people so it wasn’t uncommon too be running around like your heads was chopped off. Today wasn’t different. Minus the fact strangers with a boat were here helping you pack up.

Sitting down for dinner Joel was amazed too see you. He thought you were dead also. Amiee didn’t mention that you were alive. You secretly thought it was because back in high school neither of you liked each other it was a fluke that you were both saved and arrived at the same bunker. So her Not telling Joel was probably just the One last Dig she liked too pull on you. It got better during your time together but Joel will always be the guy who gets both of you too be bitter towards each other.

Ameii was fascinated by the new comer but you felt uneasy with them. Land monsters you knew how too handle if a sea monster got you. And you somehow survived you would Still be in the middle of the ocean. ameii Knew you weren’t joining on the Boat. Safety or Not you did Not trust a Boat that looked Ike it was a Ghost ship. Of course for.a spilt second you debuting on changing your mind when Joel arrived he was the last bit of home you had and Saying goodbye too him again would hurt.

The fire was crackling as you noticed the look on his face he wasn’t convinced of this plan either.

“You joining us Now?’ Amiee asked , everyone In your bunker was worried about your plan too stay behind. Especially since you were about too leave her short handed with a lot of old people. Joel said he wasn’t sure as she shook her head, ‘no I meant Y/N.”

Joel looked at you stunned.

Any thought you had of tempting the idea of joining them changed when Joel looked up at Ameii like a lost puppy. It struck you hard how amazing it was that Even after All these years apart you still had a heaviness in your stomach whenever he looked at her. Even for the slightest second. Looking down at your food. It felt like you were back in high school pinning for Joel while all his attention was on Ameii and he just risked his Life for her coming all this way. The Slim chance of changing your mind disappeared. As much as you missed. Joel and he was your Home. You couldn’t watch that reconnecting romance that was going too be Joel and Amiee so you shook your head, “No.. I’m- I’m going too head North.”

“wait you aren’t going on the ship.”

Joel was stunned as you rolled your shoulder, “my Submechanophobia is Pretty strong. Even More with the Ghost ship of a Boat.”

“Y/n. It’s dangerous at there’s alone.” Smiling weakly at Joel you shook your head, “I’m not worried.”

He looked uneasy as Amiee was called off as Joel moved over sitting beside you while people went too start the party of the last night here.

“I’m sure the boat is fine.”

Shaking your head, “I rather risk it on land.but you should go. I mean you came all this way- maybe I’ll go to your old camp. Do a bunker exchange. We get you. They get me.”

Joel shook his head, “Y/N… come on.”

“Joel.. you didn’t come for me.. you came for Amiee and I have No idea if you have a Shot but .. you shouldn’t let my decision worry you. I’m a big girl.”

You patted his leg before getting up and leaving the area. Getting into the bunker you found and unpacked the ham radio too call Joel’s bunker.

The Radio only worked half the time. When you first heard Amiee got into contact with Joel you tried right afterward too talk too him. But the radio didn’t work so you tried again and again. And never getting him. Only once when he left for Amiee and he’s friends thought you were her. You knew Joel haven’t had any luck getting ahold of them yet so you thought you try.

“hello?”

“hey its Y/N.”

“Oh Hey, Joel isn’t back yet.”

“Oh I know he got here this morning- it’s been crazy here were leaving in the morning. I know that he wasn’t able too talk too you yet. I just thought I would try before I pack up too… Can I come over?”

“for like what a sleepover?” They chuckled as you laughed, “Yea- I mean.. for a short while- I’m heading North.. would that be okay?”

“Is Joel coming with?”

“No- No-ugh. I think he’s going too stay with Amiee.”

“I’m sorry..”

Biting your bottom lip. Shaking your head, “ its’ fine I’ve had years too getting over Joel. He’s happy that’s all that matters..”

The lien went quite as you said hello as they spoke up again.

“of course come! I’m sorry he doesn’t love you back. You sound perfect for him.. love sick moron. Just like him.” Laughing loudly at that. You couldn’t help but push a tear back as you said you would see them soon.

Getting too your bed. You sat down writing. A few months ago you found a bookstore and took all the notebooks you could carry plus armfuls of books. It pissed of Amiee but you didn’t care.

You started writing. Till you heard a Knock looking up seeing Joel leaning against the wall he spoke, “hey..”

“hey.. what’s up?”

He walked over sitting down next too you. He was quite as he spoke, “I heard you on the radio.”

“I tried getting in contract with you.. the moment I heard Amiee got a hold of her long lost love from high school I knew it was you.. I tried so many times.. I kept getting Kala and then she said you left too get Amiee and well- she never told you I was here.- I knew you couldn’t get ahold of them earlier so I thought I would. And ask if I could join them for a bit.”

“you tried contacting me?”

A simple nod. Is all you did as you looked back at your book closing it up before he noticed what you were writing. You faced your best friend rolling your shoulders, “of course I did Joel. You were my best friend. In the entire world. My first love.” He’s eyes grew large hearing that as you spoke, “Doesn’t matter those right you’re here for Amieei Not me.”

“Y/N”

“I’m going too go to bed Joel it’s a big day tomorrow. Night”

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"Hello my name is Joel Dawson and I'm going to tell you a story  about my life it all started when I was about 16 years old a my girlfriend and I were sitting in her Jeep I was drawing her. She had gotten me some art supplies and I tried to draw her terrible I at it. After a while making out in the backseat kind of thing you know but I'm sure you don't want to know that horny detail but anyways back to my story.."

Y/N sits in her Jeep and hoses and looks at him . "are you done yet Hans I can't sit still that long "she giggles.. Joel trying Draw her.

" Stop moving Leia I'm not finished Joe had growled.. you are f****** me up."

Y/N Giggles a bit. And sit still as soon as he was done he showed her  "I have a beard.."

" The supposed to be shade unless I tried." Control said with a pouty face..   Y/N just smirks and laughs "I'm sorry but it just looks like a beard and what is the my hair am I is it supposed to look like Princess Leia as me." Joel shook his head and laughs.  " Oh yes it was supposed to be but now you just totally made fun of my picture rude." She just Giggles & Smiles and then pulls him and kisses him passionately . Joel kissing her back waiting on two making out in the back seat of the Jeep then they heard huge booms in cracks as he looked to see what had happened saw a bunch of fire in in the city. Y/N  looked up and look and She was shocked.  She couldn't believe what had been going on as they drove back home finding Joel's parents packing up and getting stop to leave.. mrs. Dawson looks at her son. " Get what you can Joel  we need to leave.  " Joel had the chandelier when is hand plus his art supplies she didn't move for a minute

he then looked at his girlfriend . " come with us he said." Y/N just looked at him and almost started crying. " I have to go get my mom and my brothers." She said.  As Mr. Dawson was getting stuff done " come on son we got to go . " He yelled to his son. Joel had ran to Y/N and kissed her "I'll come find you Leia  I promise." 

Y/N had kiss back and smiled Tears In Her Eyes she didn't know when she would see him again. She had grabbed her favorite necklace off the Jeep and gave it to him it was her Star Wars

Joel took it in his hand. Your "  My favorite necklace I gave you  you love this." He started to cry she wiped his tears and kissed him. " can give it back to me when you come find me." I was Joel's looked at her she headed to her Jeep he walked towards car. " Leia  I love you!!"

Y/N looks at him.  " I know. " She got in Drive way. 

Joel  it was about to get in the car and then some kind of monster just stepped right on to the car making him fall over and watching his parents be crushed by a giant huge foot.    As he backed away somebody grabbed him and telling him to come on he got in a back of a truck in tears watching his family be crushed .. 

To be continued......

A:  I have really bad grammar and bad spelling I am dyslexic as well so please be kind... thank you.

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Alive Together - Masterlist

Summary: It’s the Monsterpocalypse, and you’re a lone wanderer trying to survive. Until you meet Joel Dawson and Boy.

Pairing: Joel Dawson x GenderNeutral!Reader

Series Playlists: For the first time, I made Spotify playlists for a series! They include songs I listened to for inspiration while writing Alive Together and character theme songs, just something to play in the background while reading. 

I thought it would make the rewrite more immersive, so I hope you enjoy them! And there is a significance in the order and number of songs in the playlists. (Note: Songs do crossover in other playlists, and these aren’t based on whether the character would listen to the songs.)

With that, please enjoy!

Love... 🌺 💘

Includes a multitude of songs for the sexual tension and romantic vibes, as well as familial and platonic love.

Play while reading the cute shit

... and Monsters 🥀 💔

the hurt of Alive Together 

Includes a multitude of songs that I could hear playing while pain ensues

Play while reading the angst

Joel Dawson 📒 🖍 

Includes songs that depict how he thinks and feels, and best represent his character in my rewrite. 

Play while reading Joel’s parts.

(Your Name) (Your Last Name)✏️ 📖 

Includes songs that depict how you think and feel, and best represent your character in my rewrite. 

Play while reading your parts.

Travel Montage 🗺 ✨

Includes songs I imagined playing during your travels. 

Play when you think is best.

Alive Together - a Love and Monsters Rewrite

Day 1 - First Impressions

In which Joel and you definitely messed them up. “Listen, buddy, if you’re gonna point that thing at me, you better know how to use it.”

Day 2 

IP

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DYLAN OBRIEN

Dylan Obrien

Stiles Stilinski

Mitch Rapp

Thomas

Joel Dawson

Stuart Twombly

Bumblebee ( Only Platonically)

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[fitzells]

OKAY, A REQUEST, okay ~

Could I please have a Mitch Rapp with the prompt "I know you said we're not friends, or anything... but I'm here if you need someone to talk to." 💕

someone to talk to, mitch rapp

notes: hi! trying to be active on here for a while (I have covid so I have lots of free time) this is not proof read and I am very loopy on medication so I'm so sorry if this sucks! initially this was supposed to be a lot fluffier but it just developed into angst, angst and more angst! also requests are open so keep 'em coming

word count: 600+

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, mild cursing, major angst

“I know you said we’re not friends, or anything, but I’m here if you need to talk.”

He leaned against your doorframe, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you; knees tucked up to your chest, chin perched upon your arms. His heart ached at the sight of you, with your tear lined eyes and wounded face. He shouldn’t have let you go, he didn’t care that you were just as if not more experienced than him, or that you guys supposedly hated each other's guts. You were his partner, and he let you leave his sight. He was the reason you’d been kidnapped, and almost tortured to death; it was all his fault.

Mitch couldn’t handle losing you, he wouldn’t survive it. He’d lost almost everybody he had ever loved, and he didn't know what he would do if he had to deal with having your blood on his hands as well.

You looked up at him from across the room, his gruff words cutting through the quiet sounds of your whimpers; the small gesture didn’t go unnoticed by you, he wasn’t usually your go-to for a shoulder to cry on. However, as much as you thought he hated you, on a deeper level, you knew that he would always look out for you. The sight of him made the distinct feeling of despair flood your senses all over again. Seeing all of the bruises and gashes littering his body, from his face down to his bare torso — ones that would undoubtedly scar — and having to know that they were all caused by you. He had to save your ass, yet again, because you were reckless; all you had wanted to do was save as many innocent people as you could, and yet, you put your partner, and the entire team in even more danger.

Your face crumpled up as a stream of salty tears flowed down your cheeks, a shaky hand coming up to cover your mouth whilst ugly sobs flew past your lips. You wanted to scold yourself for being so weak, but all you could think about was how petrified you were, how ill, and frail those assholes had made you. Their torture played on your mind constantly, over and over again like a broken record. You felt so stupid.

Your cries became fiercer, causing Mitch to become more alert, slowly walking over to you, as though to make sure you weren’t startled. Sitting down beside you, he pulled you into his chest; one large hand knotted into your messy hair as the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. He rested his chin on top of your head, fingers trailing up and down your spine carefully.

“You can’t blame yourself for this.” He muttered quietly.

“None of this was your fault.” He added, his words muffled as he moved his lips to your hairline, not pressing a kiss in their wake, just leaving them there. Your salty tears wet the crook of his neck, as your hands balled into fists on his lap.

“I’m so scared.” You whimpered, your trembling hands coming up to cover your face. You shook in his hold, panicked wails being muffled into his neck as he gently shushed you. “I hate feeling like this, I’m just- I feel so weak.”

He shook his head, moving away from you slightly to cup your face in his hands. “You’re not weak. You’re the strongest person I know.”

“You don’t have to be scared.” He promised, whiskey hued eyes staring into your bloodshot ones. “You’re more than able to protect yourself.”

His thumbs swept under your eyes to collect the pool of tears that lay there, as he gave you an undoubtedly small, but nonetheless reassuring smile. “And when you’re not able to protect yourself, I’ll be there. I promise.”

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