#perdo pascal imagine

[joelsgreys]

not a thing

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

part ii

summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. implied smut, but no actual smut. grumpy Joel, Ellie is a little shit.

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: nervous to write for TLOU but still giving it a shot! poor Ellie for being subjected to what i am about to subject her to lol. Edit: holy shit, i did not expect this to get much attention. thank you all sm for reading, liking and reblogging!

It had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.

So, so, so fucking stupid.

You knew that.

And Joel knew that.

You two were supposed to have been standing watch.

Not to mention, there had been a teenaged girl sleeping close by, just mere fucking yards away from the two of you had been—

Jesus Christ.

Dammit, you and Joel fucking knew better than to be this goddamn stupid.

Careless.

But neither of you could help yourselves.

It had been several weeks—actually, it had been several months since you two had been able to steal a private moment for yourselves. That moment would have been missed had you not somehow woken up in the middle of the night, only to find Joel wide awake, his rifle in hand as he stood watch while you and Ellie had slept. You’d offered to take his place for a few hours so he could get some rest too, but instead, a few minutes and many, many desperate, feverish kisses later, the two of you found yourselves on the other side of Bill’s old white and blue Chevrolet pickup truck, Joel’s jeans unzipped and your own jeans pulled down around your knees along with your underwear. He’d had you bent over, but still standing at a point where you could peek over the bed of the truck so that you could somehow keep a watchful eye out in between the moments of mind-numbing pleasure—both for any signs of potential danger and also for Ellie, who was passed out, curled up into a little ball in her sleeping bag and completely unaware of what her two reluctant protectors were doing behind the vehicle right next to her.

Your bottom lip was busted, bruised from biting down on it so hard.

The deal had been no noise, not even a single whimper, although you couldn’t remember how well either of you had stuck to that rule in the heat of the moment. It had been a quick fuck, just enough to give you and Joel some much needed relief from all of those pent up stresses and frustrations you two were carrying on your shoulders since Ellie had entered your lives just the week before. And just like back in the Boston QZ, Joel said nothing to you once it was over and done with.

It never hurt your feelings. It was just how things were.

It was some sort of twisted, fucked up unspoken pact the two of you had. 

Joel Miller fucked you, and then he just pretended like nothing ever happened, not until the next time he found himself buried inside of you.

It’s not like you expected Joel to return your feelings.

Hell, you weren’t even sure the man knew how to feel anything but anger, bitterness, and violence. 

Afterwards, Joel took you up on your offer to keep watch and slept for a couple of hours until sunrise came and had you both moving, packing up the truck and getting ready to continue the long drive ahead to Wyoming.

“She’s been oddly quiet,” Joel mumbled to you as he packed up the remnants of the small campsite into the bed of the pickup truck. “Go check on her.”

Obediently, you nodded and dropped the sleeping bag in your hands before turning away and walking over to where Ellie was sitting cross legged on the ground, her fingers mindlessly fiddling with a small, broken tree branch on the ground. “Hey,” you offered her a small smile. “It’s almost time to get going. You doing alright over here?”

She looked up at you and gave you a small nod. “Yeah. Just cold as fuck since we can’t have a fucking fire going,” she said, tossing a tiny glare over in Joel’s direction. “But other than that? I’m just fucking peachy.”

You chuckled and shrugged out of your worn out, brown windbreaker jacket. You draped it over Ellie’s shoulders before taking a seat beside her on the ground. She may have been a thorn in Joel’s side—then again, who wasn’t a thorn in Joel Miller’s side—but you’d warmed up to her fairly quickly. A lot quicker than your partner, anyway. He was still a work in progress.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Ellie nodded, clutching your jacket close. “Kinda,” she shrugged her small shoulders. “The ground was really hard and uncomfortable. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night and had trouble falling back asleep.”

Your smile faded ever so slightly. “Oh? You did?”

Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, a small smirk crossed the girl’s face. “I knew you and McGrumps over there were a thing.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you nervously sputtered out, “W-What the hell are you talking about?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a knowing look as her smirk widened.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Ellie had caught you and Joel while you two were—fucking?

Mortified did not even come close to cutting it.

“Oh god,” You muttered, your face on fire. 

“I really hope you two are being smart and using protection,” she added teasingly. “What’s that saying? Wrap it before you tap it?”

“Ellie!” You hissed, glancing over your shoulder. Joel went about his business and it was times like these where you were actually thankful that his hearing wasn’t what it used to be. You turned back to her and quickly started trying to explain yourself. “Ellie, I don’t know what you think you saw but—”

“Oh, it was too dark to see anything. I heard you guys.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Back behind the truck.” She paused, thoroughly enjoying every single moment of complete and utter discomfort she was causing you. “You know, if that’s gonna keep happening, I’m really gonna need you guys to find me a Walkman with some headphones. Noise cancelling headphones, please and thank you.”

You dropped your head into your hands and anxiously rubbed your face with your palms. “Fuck. I’m really sorry, Ellie,” Was all that you could say.

What else could you say?

Sorry you had to hear me getting fucked by my partner while you were laying just feet away in your sleeping bag?

“Sorry for what? For not being able to keep it in your pants?” Ellie giggled, slapping your knee with her hand in an attempt to get you to lighten up. “I get it. Nature. Hormones. Biology and shit.”

You lifted your face from your hands. “Joel can’t know,” You warned her. “Or he won’t be able to look you or me in the eye ever again.”

Ellie groaned in exaggeration, throwing her head back. “Aw, come on! I really wanted to see him squirm.”

“Me squirming should be fucking enough you little shit,” You laughed, shoving her playfully with your elbow. Once both of your giggles had subsided, in a more serious tone, you told her, “And for the record, we are not a thing.”

Ellie stared at you in disbelief. “Get out of here, you lying sack of shit! You totally are!”

“I know it’s hard to understand. But just because two people—” You trailed off, trying to choose your words carefully. It was more often than not that you had to remind yourself that despite what Ellie had been through and all she had seen, she was still fourteen. A fucking child.

“Bump uglies?” she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed. “Jesus Christ, please don’t ever fucking say that out loud again.” You paused briefly, running a hand through your hair. “But yes. Just because two people do what he and I were doing, that doesn’t mean anything. For a lot of people, it can be quite meaningless actually. It does not mean they are a thing. Me and Joel? Not a thing. Understood?”

Ellie blinked. “That’s probably the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard. Even before last night, I knew you two were a thing. Whether either of you admit it or not. I can tell.”

You knew better than to play into what she was saying, but the sheer curiosity got the better of you.

What had Ellie noticed about you and Joel?

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I dunno. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. He’s a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you. Even if he might have a shitty ass way of showing it.”

You glanced back over at Joel and then back at Ellie, confused.

“And you can deny it all you want. But if there’s one thing that stone cold asshole cares about, it’s definitely you,” Ellie stated firmly.

Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure what to say to her.

“What the hell are you two yappin’ about over there?” Joel called, looking over his shoulder.

“Nothing!” Ellie practically sang, causing him to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to his task.

“Well then, get off your asses and let’s get a fuckin’ move on. Ain’t got time to waste.”

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[scootkiddo]

I’m sure gabriel luna is gonna be great in tlou hbo but personally I think they should’ve gone crazy and casted oscar isaac as tommy

#COULD YOU IMAGINE THE CHAOS OF THAT #the perdo pascal and oscar isaac cocaine laced bromance #but in the apocalypse #as joel and tommy #if they do a second season they could still cast oscar and make his character and joel best friends idc #the last of us #joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo #ellie tlou

[multific]

Injured

Pero Tovar x Reader

Words: 2500

Summary: You come across a badly injured man in the woods and decide to help him.

Living alone in a small wooden house, you were in a constant battle against all elements.

You were proud of what you achieved. A house, a nice farm with animals, crops and you took care of everything on your own.

But if you were honest with yourself, you were lonely.

Even if there was a village a couple of hours from your home, your house remained lonely.

You always thought you would have a husband and children by now. That's what your parents wanted for you, that's what you wanted. But then you moved out and you were so focused on your farm, you forgot the years passing by.

And before you realized it, you were all alone.

Even if you were happy with the life that you had you knew that it could be better but you didn't want to get greedy, you are thankful for what you had because you worked hard for it.

One morning you woke up early, collected all of your eggs, put everything on your carriage and left to go to the village to sell your goods and hopefully buy a couple more plants that you could grow and also you hoped to get some fabrics so you could make a new dress for yourself.

At least that was the plan, however, you never made it to the village.

On your way over there you saw a black horse with a saddle on it, but there was no rider, the horse was wandering around all alone, you hopped off of your carriage and headed to the horse, you slowly approached it making sure that it wouldn't hurt you or get scared as you grabbed the leash. You tried your best to calm the horse down, and once you have succeeded you tried to look around to see if there was someone there.

“Hello?” You called out but there was no answer, you know there had to be someone out there because a horse like this would not be roaming the woods alone. So, you tied the leash to your carriage before moving into the forest a little bit more trying to find the owner of the horse. Constantly calling out to see if someone would answer but there was no answer and no one there.

You turned back around, decided to just get back to your carriage and get on with your day when you heard a deep groan.

You followed the muffled voice and found a man, obviously injured, as he was leaning against a tree on the ground.

Carefully you approached the man looking around to see if that was just a trap but then you found no one there, you decided to help him. First, you made sure that he was still breathing and when you found him still alive, you knew you needed to do something.

You couldn't just leave a half-dead man and steal his horse.

He had some kind of armour on him, that's how you knew that he was a swordsman, he was obviously injured from a battle or maybe from a fight you weren't sure but you wanted to help him. He had long hair and a thick beard. It was obvious that he was the owner of the horse since the sword by his side looked exactly the same as the one you found on the horse.

So, you did what every helpful person would do, got him back to your carriage and back to your home.

He was a very heavy man, it was hard for you to move him around, but somehow you managed to get him to your bed. You laid him back and found his wound. It was on his abdomen.

You didn't want to invade his privacy but you knew that you needed to clean up the wound, or he would bleed to death. You gathered all of your courage and slowly took off his top along with his armor.

You had to admit that he was a very well built man, possibly due to his profession. You needed to stop yourself, you know better than to drool over a man that you just found in the woods covered in his own blood, he could be violent for all you knew. But somehow you still had a feeling he wouldn’t hurt you.

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You had been taking care of the injured soldier for two days now, he never once woke up. You cleaned and closed his wound, bandaged him up but now you were worried. He needed to wake up so he could eat and drink, maybe even bathe since he smelled terrible.

You went into the room later that afternoon, only to find the man awake.

“Finally.” you said that you were very relieved that he was finally awake.

“Who are you? What have you done to me?” he asked with a panicked voice, something you had definitely prepared for, since you know this will happen. from his accent, you could tell that he was not from around here.

“I helped you, found you covered in your own blood with your horse running around, I took you to my home and took care of you, you're welcome.”

He looked confused, but then when he tried to sit up he let out a groan reminding himself of his wound. When he looked at it he saw that it was all cleaned and bandaged, he realized that you were not lying.

“Gracias.” And there it was again, but then he said that word his accent was not present, you wondered what language that was. You looked at him, offering him a small smile before you placed the tray of food in front of him so he can finally eat.

“Eat and drink, I’ll warm up some water so you can take a bath.” you said before you left the room, deciding that he needed some time for himself.

Pero was confused. He was sure he was a dead man. His injury was way too deep for him to survive. He ran after he was ambushed. He needed to get out, he knew a village was nearby so he headed there, but he didn’t make it. He fell off his horse and managed to drag himself to a tree before he completely zoned out.

And now, he woke up to, what he thought, was an angel, his angel welcoming him in Heaven.

And yet he found himself very much alive and hungry.

He ate and drank everything that was on the tray like an animal that hasn't eaten in a very long time. He even took a bath, cut his own hair and beard. He looked at himself in the water before he pulled his bandages back to see the wound on his abdomen. It was deep, but it was also healing. It wasn't infected which meant you took care of him better than anyone else.

"Don't do that. It needs to be covered for a couple of days before we can take off the bandage." Pero's head moved in your direction. "I came to change it." You showed him the fresh one in your hands.

He only nodded as he let you work on him.

"You looked like an old man. You are actually quite handsome." you weren't sure why you were so bold. You were usually more reserved and shy.

There was something about him that made you confident.

"Senorita, I caused you enough trouble already. I should get going."

"Don't be silly. If you leave you might get an infection and die. You are welcome to stay until you are fully healed. I could use the company."

"What will your husband say? Having a stranger in your home. Not something a man would want to see."

You laughed. "I'm not married." you watched as his frown turned into shock.

"How is that possible?" you shrugged your shoulders. "But if you want to help, I am making some potatoes for dinner, you could help me peel some." you offered him a smile before you finished up with the fresh bandages before you left the dirty ones to soak in some soap and water.

You could easily tell Pero was not used to staying in one place for a long time. You often caught him staring around the house, not understanding what some things were. You could only imagine how he missed fights and war.

But then, a couple days later you heard him say something. Something that made you realize just how wrong you were.

"I always wanted to just sit on a porch and enjoy the day." is what he said. You looked at him but he was just looking at the farm with warm and kind eyes. You understood he didn't miss war, war was all he knew. And now that you showed him another side of the world, he didn't want to let go.

You could only smile. Partially, you were thankful he didn't turn out to be a savage man.

Pero was very gentle and kind. Calling you all those names you can't even pronounce. Yet, they all sounded so sweet and sexy coming from him.

You slowly began to realize that you have managed to develop romantic feelings towards the swordsman.

And he had only been at your home for about two weeks.

His wound nearly healed, you feared he might leave soon, but Pero was in no hurry.

Little did you know that your feelings for him were not one sided.

Pero felt just the same.

Seeing you every day, smiling at him, eating with him, asking him to help you with small things around the farm, you looked like the most perfect human being in his eyes.

You were determined, independent and oh so kind.

So kind, it made his heart skip a beat whenever he saw you feed the animals around your home and not only your farm animals, you also took care of the forest animals. The way you watched the deer from your window as they are the carrots you left outside for them, warmed his heart.

He didn't want to leave. He was done with fighting. He wanted to stay with you, be with you and for you to be his.

Pero was not a man of words, he rather showed his feelings than talk about them, but you made him nervous. He felt like he was just a young man, looking at the most beautiful woman.

If it wasn't for that fortunate unfortunate night. He was sure he wouldn't have the life he has now.

It was raining outside. A storm was coming, thunder and strong wind. You made sure all your animals were safe before you headed back to the warmth of your home.

"It's extremely cold outside." you said as you took off your jacket. You put the coat back to its place before you joined Pero on the couch, there were many candles lit and the fire place kept the house warm, but the strong wind managed to get through the cracks of the windows and it made you shiver.

At least your animals were safe.

The two of you have already eaten, so you pulled out your book and started to read. Usually, around this time Pero just relaxed or decided to go to bed early.

But from the corner of your eye, you saw him looking at you.

You found him doing this many times before. Him, just staring at you. You wondered if he just forgot that he was looking and he was just deep in thought, or why was he like that?

And lately, you found him doing it more and more.

"You are staring again." You said as you looked at him and he quickly looked away. "Is there something on my face?" you asked as you touched your skin.

"No, Mi Amour." there it was. That word you had no idea what it meant.

"What does that mean? You keep saying those words, I might think they are insults but you always say them with a light voice."

If you didn’t know any better you'd say that Pero was blushing, but you knew better, so you blamed the candlelight.

"They are no insults."

"I know that now. But I wonder, what do they mean? The only thing I figured out so far is the 'Princess' because you said it in a similar way. But... what was it? Mi Amour?"

"Your pronunciation is really good." was all he commented. Maybe it was an insult that's why he didn't want to tell you, so you just turned back to your book.

Then, he took a deep breath as if he was preparing for some big speech.

"I'm grateful. You saved my life, gave me shelter. I'm only a swordsman, I kill people, but still, you were able to look past that and let me into your home. And for that, I'm forever in your debt."

"You want leave, don't you? You are saying things like this is goodbye."

"I don't want it to be, Mi Amour, but..." he trailed off, you weren't sure if he even knew what he was going to say, he was a man of few words. "Mi Amour means, My Love. And I love you, took me a while to realize but I do. You make me happy, and I would love to have you as my wife, if you agree."

The love confession was one thing, but now the proposal as well. It might have been too much if you didn't feel the same towards him.

At first, he annoyed you. He spoke in his own language, not caring if you understood or not, but slowly and surely, he found his way into your heart.

You put your book down and moved closer to him, you placed your hand on his chest as you looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't you miss the action? The fights? Are you sure you'll be fine with this simple life?"

"Of course. I won't miss it, not when it left me with so many scars. You have no idea how long I thought about it." he grabbed the hand that was on his chest, kissing your palm.

If only it wasn't for the sudden loud thunder to ruin the mood. The loud noise made you jump and curse. It only made him laugh a little.

But finally, he pulled you in for a kiss. A sweet kiss that immediately felt like you were on cloud nine.

He held you like no one before. He kissed you and made love to you like you were the most precious gem. And to him, you were.

And this was only the beginning of your life with him.

A/N: I might add later on more chapters to this. I do have a couple of ideas planned. (Like the wedding, kids, angst!) Let me know if anyone is interested, I'm open for ideas!

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[loosealcina]

SALVATORE SCIARRINO’S TI VEDO, TI SENTO, MI PERDO AT LA SCALA, NOVEMBER 24, 2017

Rome. The Baroque age at its height. A great hall in a great palace, swarming with quirky figures. There's a special electricity in the air: a cantata is going to be performed. The musicians (and most notably, a Cantatrice) are rehearsing; the men in charge (a Letterato and a Musico) are disputing; servants with funny names (Pasquozza, Chiappina, Solfetto, Finocchio, Minchiello) are trading fuzzy lines. Everybody is waiting for Alessandro Stradella, the star composer who has promised to bring a new aria for the upcoming concert. Ti vedo, ti sento, mi perdo—the first world première at La Scala since Giorgio Battistelli's CO2, which made its début back in 2015—is really centered on Alessandro Stradella. Little is known about his music (even if the Alessandro Stradella Baroque Festival of Viterbo and Nepi is trying to do something to change that for the better). Little is known about his life too. The legend seems to depict a mysterious combination of Don Giovanni (with more than a touch of Cherubino still in him), Caravaggio, and… Ziggy Stardust? Possibly. To Salvatore Sciarrino, he's both supernatural—and therefore invisible, à la Godot or l’Arlésienne—and perfectly real. He embodies art in general and music in particular, and this is what Ti vedo, ti sento, mi perdo is about: describing the very nature of music. (Describing and celebrating. It's an opera on opera that does express love for opera; in this respect, it's reminiscent of François Truffaut's La nuit américaine. [Or—if you prefer a 17th-century item—of Johannes Vermeer's The Art of Painting]. It also proclaims the unparalleled power of music, through a consistent set of images and myths: Orpheus and Eurydice, Ulysses and the Sirens, «L'isola delle voci»…).

In the universe of Ti vedo, ti sento, mi perdo, music comes with a number of interesting qualities. First, it's not a community thing; it's more of a strictly individual trip/escape into another dimension. More than anything else, it's an experience that involves your mind. In fact, it makes no difference whether you write, play, or merely listen to music. The chance to escape your ordinary existence—or the chance to fall victim to some inexplicable spell, if you want to say it that way—will be the same for everyone. (Sciarrino identifies with Stradella, and asks you to do the same). The opera as a whole displayed a philosophical vision with accuracy and coherence. The libretto (written by Sciarrino himself) came off as an elegant, concise, and imaginative narrative. Yet, despite his obvious interest in (and impressive talent for) words, Sciarrino the musician seemed to get somewhat less inspired when dealing with a sung text. Whereas the orchestra conducted by Maxime Pascal was often able to sound eerie, unknown, and to move on the edge of silence like a sensational dancer would, the singers were not. (There were Alessandro Stradella's original bits that Sciarrino interpolated here and there, but that's a different story). The production—created by Jürgen Flimm, with George Tsypin, Ursula Kudrna, and Olaf Freese as set/costume/light designer respectively—was rather stubborn in its refusal to try anything but conventional illustration. (It just provided the action with a flat, and positively predictable Alice's Adventures in Wonderland atmosphere. I suspect that the actual presence of the composer might take away from the director some of the freedom he/she [just like any other artist] desperately needs. Anyway, I think a work as rich and complex as Ti vedo, ti sento, mi perdo would have benefited from a more daring approach).

#opera #teatro alla scala #wasted love #ancien régime