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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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The Wrath of a Family (Platonic Yandere Ellie and Joel x reader.)

A/N: So, this is a request by someone who wished to remain anonyms and I was really interested in the idea. It takes place during ep.8 (so like warning for literally all of that) Also I'll be honest, the torturing scene was just taken from the episode and rewritten to fit the reader. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy.

Everything was so, so, cold.

The air in the basement you resided in was thick. You didn't know if it was because of the sickness radiating around you, or if it was just your imagination.

You open your eyes to see Ellie and Joel laying on the ground next to you. Joel wasn't awake and Ellie barely was, slipping in and out of consciousness. Somewhere along the line, Ellie contracted something which rendered her unable really anything without being in excruciating pain. That, along with Joel being shot, has put a lot of pressure on you to keep them safe. Luckily, Ellie was able to give him... something, that would help him, before she got too sick. But as she slowly became sicker, it became your responsibility to make sure everyone was okay.

You slowly get up off the ground, your body aching due to the awkward position you were previously laying in. You shuffle over to your bag, digging around looking for any food. The best you could find is a few pieces of stale bread. You look over at Ellie and Joel, contemplating just eating the bread yourself as your stomach rumbles. You choose to not succumb to temptation though.

"Ellie. Ellie, wake up." You shake her as softly as you can in order to not bother her or Joel who is laying right next to her. You can feel how hot Ellie is even though her clothes, and you almost withdrawal your hand to keep it from the heat. "You need to eat." You put the bread near her nose, hoping she smells it and wakes up, but to no avail. Her unresponsiveness makes you want to cry. You don't know what to do. You're scared, and you're so hungry.

Wrapping up the bread in some paper, you place it down near Ellie. "Ellie, you need to eat." You whisper. You look at Joel, who is just as unresponsive, except for a few short breaths. "You need to share with Joel." Your eyes move from Joel to his bag which is resting on the wall. You spot the gun next to is and almost like it was calling out to you, you rush over and grab it, swinging it over your shoulder while trying to be as quiet as possible. You crouch down near Joel, watching as his breath rises and fall. You wipe your eyes at tears that threaten to fall. "I'll be back soon, I promise." There was no response from either of them.

Slowly, you rise from your position near Joel to walk to the door. Once in the living room of the old house, you move a nearby dresser to block entry. You take a deep breath before walking outside and towards the forest. You need to be brave.

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Moments like this was when you hated Joel the most for not teaching you anything about guns or how to aim. You've been trying to the last roughly 30 minutes to shoot something, but you've kept just barely missing. At this point, it would just be better going back to Joel and Ellie. Your stomach refused though, growling in intense pain. You haven't eaten in days, choosing to give everything to Joel and Ellie, and it's started to affect you. You've been seeing dots in your vision, constant headaches, and you not as vigilant as you were before. You also know Joel and Ellie are getting worse, and they need to eat something of substances. So, you choose to push past the pain in order to help them.

You continue your routine of aiming and missing until you hear rustling in the distance, louder than anything an animal would make. You stand, to quickly you assume, since you are met with a harsh pain in your head. You groan but try to focus on where the noise was coming from, holding the gun near you for protection. Staying completely as silent as possible, you watch as a pale man, along with others, come stalking towards you. Point the gun near them, you watch as the man in the middle raises his hands, telling his men you not shoot you.

"I apologize for scaring you like that, my child." He said calmly, your stance not faltering. "We mean no harm, just passing through."

"Just passing through the middle of the woods?" You questioned, your grip tightening on the gun.

The man let out a curt laugh, his eyes piercing right through you. He lowers his hands to his sides and motions to the environment around you.

"You've caught me." He smiled, causing your stomach to churn. "I heard gunshots and assumed it was the man who killed one of my friends." His look became harsh, almost accusatory. "You wouldn't happen to know here he is, would you?"

"No." The words came out without hesitation. Your strong façade became weaker and weaker as you watched this man walk closer to you, close enough to put his hand on your shoulder. You were frozen by fear, too afraid to even think about shooting your gun as it slowly falls to your side. He leans down near your ear, his hot breath causing you to cringe, almost letting out a whimper which you have to stifle down.

"Don't lie to me." You could feel his gaze on you, even as you looked straight ahead near the two other men. His gaze was almost soft, which made you feel even more disgusted. "It will hurt more if you do."

In a moment of panic, you move away from the man, raising the gun again. Before you could shoot, he grabs the gun quickly and pull it towards him, jolting you forward enough to allow him to hit you in the stomach. You let go of the gun, clutching your stomach in pain, which grants one of his lackies the opportunity to hit you on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. You yell out, the pain in your head overwhelming as you succumb to darkness.

"Find the man. I'll deal with them."

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Joel was confused. Where was he? Where was his gun? Wait, where are you? He shoots up, hissing at the pain in his side. He lifts his shirt, a bright red scar greeting him. He frowns deeply, letting his shirt fall as he gets up, shuffling around Ellie who is stirring next to him.

"(Y/N)? Where are you! Kid!" He yells, Ellie groaning beneath him. Your bag is here, so where could you be? His breath picks up, prompting him to grab his side as it pulses in pain. "I'm not joking, come out!" He was angry, his voice loud.

"Why are you yelling." Ellie was awake, her skin visibly sticky from sweat.

"Where's your sibling Ellie?" Joel probed, his eyes narrowing at her. She looks at him confused.

"What?" She asked. Joel crouched down and grabbed Ellie by the shoulders, pushing his face closer to hers.

"WHERE IS (Y/N)!" He yelled, disregard for the situation they were in. Ellie's eyes widened, her head shaking.

"I don't... I don't know." She begins to panic, "Shit! They were just here!" She yelled, looking around the room. Joel rushes to the door, pushing it this force when it doesn't open.

"Fuck!" He shouts. Ellie is rushing around the room, getting everything packed up. Her eyes are filled with tears as she clearly doesn't know what to do.

suddenly, a harsh bump stops all movement from both persons. The listen as the sound moves closer and closer their location. Joel puts a finger to his lips, motioning for Ellie to be quiet as he creeps away from the door. His breath is in his throat as he listens to the person move the object blocking the door and slowly enter. Immediately, Ellie shoots him, watching as he falls to the ground. Joel kicks the gun away from him and watches as he bleeds out with zero remorse. Joel takes the gun from Ellie and walks into the main room, where two other men were pointing a gun at him.

Joel wastes no taking the men out, dragging one onto a chair, tying him to it. Joel left the other man alone for now as he looks at Ellie, "Go find them." He directed. Ellie nodded as she hurried out of the house.

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The first thing you noticed when you awoke was your nose was bleeding. You bring your hand to it, watching as your fingers were covered in blood. You try sniff the blood back up, hissing in pain when you do so, gripping your nose. The next thing you notice was that you were in a cage.

The room around you stunk of blood, you didn't know if that was yours or someone else's. You stand up, your head spinning, and attempt to unlock the gate. It didn't budge however, even as you tug and pull. The sound of the door opening causes you to move into the very corner of the room, trying to camouflage yourself into the wall. The same man who attacked you in the woods entered, your eyes widening.

"How are you?" He paced around the cage, you move away from him, much to his displeasure. You remanded silent as he came closer.

"I promise you; everything will be fine if you tell me where your father is."

"You're lying." You don't acknowledge the father comment. The ma grimaces, gripping the bars of the cage.

"You're lying right now." He pointed out, getting no response out of you. "He killed one of my friends."

"He was going to kill me."

"So, he had to kill him?" You don't know how to respond, so you just glare at him. The man sighs and walks back towards the door, he turns to look back at you, watching as you sit down on the ground.

"We will find him." He says, "And once we do, he, along with you and your friend, will die." You didn't respond, just breath quietly.

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The bloodied man grunts as Joels fist meets his face for another time.

"Leave him alone." The man sitting in the back, tied up says. Joel looks at him quickly.

"You're next." He responds, pulling out a knife, scaring the disheveled man in front of him.

"Please. I don't know who you're talking about." Joel stabs him, the man yelling out in pain, but Joel doesn't acknowledge it, just stares at the man behind him. "Marco" the man calls out, Joel gripping his hair, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"He can't help you. You focus right here." Joel growls, shaking the man's head as he moans in pain. "Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off." The man looked down in order to break away from Joel's intense gaze.

"They're alive." He whimpers out.

"Where?" Joel demands. When he doesn't answer, Joel twists the knife in this knee, the squelching sounds reverberating around the room.

"Fuck! Fuck! The town!" He cries out. Joel's rage heightens.

"WHAT TOWN?!" Joel roars, getting closer to the man.

"Silver lake." He replies weakly, Joel pushing him back, his head filling with pain. Joel pulls out a map and looks for the town, "It's not a real town name. It's a resort." Joel looked at him, confused.

"A resort." He remains silent, prompting Joel to rip the knife out from his knee. Joel pushes his head back once again, prying the man's mouth open, shoving the hilt knife that was once in his knee into his bloodied mouth as he groans in protest. Joel brings the map close to him.

"You're gonna point to where we are and where your "resort" is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to." Marco shuffles, attempting to get free as Joel talks. The man whimpers out a small 'okay' the best he can with the knife in his mouth. Joel moves away, watching as he makes a spot on the map with the knife.

He spits the knife out, eying Joel once he is finished. "Thats where we are. I swear." Joel doesn't look at him, just the map. "Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying." Joel stabs him without a second thought. Marco cries out as he watches his friend die. He thrashes in his bindings, attempting to find some way to break free.

"Why the fuck would you do that, he told you what you wanted!" Marco shouts in anger, watching as Joel picks up a lead pipe and stalks towards him. "You motherfucker. Fuck you." He proclaims. "I ain't telling you shit." Joel shakes his head.

"It's okay. I believe him." The man cries as Joel brings the pipe down onto his head.

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You must've fallen asleep because when you wake up, you smell smoke. Coughing, you squint near the door, noticing bright red flames peak out from underneath. Your heartrate picks up as you begin to violently shake the door.

"Someone, help me." You yell, smoke filling your lungs. "Joel! Ellie! Please, help me." You sob. The metal bars start to become hot, your hands burning as you continue to shake them.

You cries become louder and louder, both from the situation and because your hands were becoming severally burnt.

"Please.... someone." You yell out again, weakly.

"(Y/N)?!" You hear someone yell out.

"I'm in here." You respond. Your breath picks up when Ellie walks into the room, rapidly unlocking the door despite the heat. You ignore the blood that covered her body as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room and that was burning down. The main dining room was a mess, fire consuming it. In the middle, however, was the same man who attacked and kidnapped you, laying in a pile of his own blood, brutally scared. You looked back at Ellie and then the man, putting two and two together. Ellie doesn't acknowledge your gaze, simply too focused with leading you out of the fiery building.

Once outside, you collapsed to the ground, your entire body screaming in pain. Your nose was so bloody that you could barely breath, and the skin on your hands were so burnt the dead skin was pealing over, exposing the other bloody layer of skin. You were too tired to notice Ellie hugging you, sobbing loudly.

"I-I'm sorry." She wept, burying her head into the corner of your neck. You attempt to pat her head, but it hurts your hand too much, so you choose to bury it in the snow. You look around, watching as the snow falls. It's so peaceful, you could fall asleep.

"(Y/N)?" You look over to the noise, being greeted with Joel. He's limping, also covered in blood, and your bag is slung over his shoulder. He runs over to you, falling down to embrace you, cradling your head, he brings you in to his chest. Ellie, still attached to your side, moves in closer, refusing to let you go.

You let out a weak sob as Joel begins to cry as well, "You're okay, you're good. I'm here." You continue to cry as he speaks.

"I'm sorry for leaving." You spoke to the both of them. You feel Ellie shake her head. Joel hugs you tighter.

"It's okay. You're safe now." He watches the building in front of him burn, "We'll never leave you alone again."

A/N: Honestly, I think this is my best work yet.

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tloujm · 1 year

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Headcanon I: Yandere

Warnings: Yandere is an archetype that defines a character whose love, admiration, and devotion is so strong that it can be expressed through forms of obsession and possessiveness.

Author’s Notes: I truly do not believe that Joel has a Yandere personality. He has some traits that may fit the archetype, but not enough for it to be consistently considered Yandere. Though Yandere is ultimately toxic, and he is ultimately a toxic man, I somehow like reading them and figured I’d stray off the path of canon once more to do one for him. Honestly, I feel like this is tame compared to some of the yandere I’ve read in the past. This is all based in the same universe as the main storyline that I JUST realized that I never created a title/name for.

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel is all about survival. It stemmed from not letting his daughter’s death be in vein, then it just became a habitual instinct. When you came into his life, it became this intense drive.

Admittedly, he didn’t trust you at first, but when he finally let his walls down, they never came back up at least for you

Surviving to Joel means having the “either its you or me” mentality and he almost always chooses you over anybody else, even himself

Joel is 100% ok with sacrificing his life for yours

He would for sure take a bullet for you in a heartbeat

It’s just a cherry on top that he knows that you would do the same for him.

On one hand, he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you, so he will make sure that the both of you survive

But on the other hand, he believes that he will see his daughter again if he dies and what better way to get there than to save you

Especially since he couldn’t use his life to save Sarah

He only survives for you

You are his reason

The same reason that he asks you to search for when you get mad at him for taking you away from the fireflies

You never told him what your reason was, but he desperately wanted you to say that it was him

His brother is a bonus reason once they reunite in Jackson

Ironically, he becomes more protective over you when the two of you decide to stay at the settlement.

Outside of Jackson’s walls, he needed you. He tried his best to do everything for you: shoot, sneak around, escape, etc...but he had to admit that he probably wouldn’t have made it out of some situations without you.

Within Jackson’s walls, it was easier to make sure that you were safe, but he still knew that there were dangers.

The number one danger that he anticipated was getting too comfortable

Baring the surname Miller, he became a well known citizen of the settlement

Joel used this to his advantage and made sure he kept eyes on you at all times through his connections

There was very little that you could hide from him at the end of the day

Joel tried not to let anything suspicious get to him, but he is more of an act first, think second kind of man

This would sometimes lead to arguments

Especially when you first find out about this and how long it’d been going on for

He’s done a good job at keeping all of that away from you and it takes you a while to catch on

He knew that you’d consider it spying instead of how he intended, care and protection.

Insists on giving you guitar lessons when he is in a lighthearted mood

Or when he knows that you are mad at him and he wants to say sorry

Despite how he comes off, he has an incredible amount of patience for those he cares about and is willing to take the time to teach you things

The two of you fall into a relationship without formally defining it

During your journey, before making it to Jackson, the two of you never got intimate. There were implications of romance, but there was never an appropriate time or place to act on it.

Once in Jackson, Joel was tired of dancing around the matter and took control of it

As soon as the two of you were left alone again by Tommy and Maria, he caressed your cheek in his hand and confessed his feelings with brevity

His vows were simply “I am yours and you are mine”

With the famous Joel glare gaze

He waited for you to agree

And luckily for the both of you, you did

He made sure that the two of you didn’t separate by having you live with him

He never stepped over your boundaries physically

As aforementioned, he has an abundance of patience and waits until you are comfortable enough to share a bed with him

As soon as you do, Joel is all in

His arms are wrapped around you

When he moves in his sleep, which is rare bc he sleeps like a rock, you move with him to keep the same locked position

Practically has a heart attack when he wakes up to a cold empty bed

Doesn’t consider himself a deep sleeper, but somehow you still manage to escape his grasp for one reason or another throughout the night without him noticing

Joel responds by laying a leg over yours to hold you in tighter

One of the first reasons why he feels the need to keep eyes on you

Wanna sign up for scavenging or patrol routes? Only if he has the time to sign up for the same ones you do.

Wanna work in the community gardens? Joel’s not afraid to get his hands dirty.

Want peace and quiet with the watch tower duty? He’ll be up in the tower first waiting for you to show up to your SHARED shift.

You asked if he ever got tired of you from being around you all day

Joel: “No” *continues to sip his coffee casually*

He knocks on the bathroom door if he feels that you are taking an excessive amount of time to check on you

Yes, he genuinely misses you, but he also wants to make sure that you haven’t suddenly died on him.

His protectiveness over you, before it got overbearing in Jackson, is what initially caused you to have feelings for him.

He is a possessive lover which has enough pros to keep you going, but definitely has its cons

As a private man, Joel is not into PDA

But he will do so if he feels his relationship is being threatened by an outside force

The most PDA he will do on a regular basis is keeping his hand on you at all times

Not necessarily hand holding, but keeping his hand on your lower back, back of your neck or your waist.

Sometimes, his fingers would dig into your skin to pull you closer to him

He would never harm or put his hands on you, but he left marks

A lot of marks especially after a pretty spicy night

As a private man, he likes the marks to be in places that he could only see

Every so often, he would let you leave the house with clear and visible marks even if there are no direct threats, just as a gentle reminder to anyone who is interacting with you in general.

He prefers his mouth or hands over anything to mark you; no ropes or other extra toys

Also in private, he loves to cuddle

He loves that you enjoy the weight of his entire body on top of yours

He especially loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer than he thought he already was

Despite this, he makes sure that he doesn’t fall asleep in this position as he is afraid of suffocating you

He, instead, prefers to have you lay on him

Not just next to him with your head on his chest or an arm slung over

He wants your entire body on top of his like a weighted blanket too

Part of his obsession infatuation intoxication with you is because of your natural scent. Your pheromones if you will

Yours in particular drive him crazy in a way he’s never felt

The source is your sacred middle which is why there is never a dull moment in your and his sex life

Even in non sexual ways, he loves being around your pussy

cockwarming

Joel likes to lay his head on your fupa/lower stomach for the soft warmth and to easily take in your scent from the close proximity

If he’s not in a position to be touching you, he very often has his own eyes on you

He’ll offer up his special Joel glare that he saves just for you (barely any different from his usually glare)

While Joel is more serious than playful, he likes to turn it into a game by seeing you fight the urge to meet his gaze and to see how long it takes before you do so

He always gets jealous but is good at controlling it if the two of you are near each other and you are not giving him at least an once of attention.

Joel has a desire to protect you from unseen forces too, like colds or the flu, but doesn’t beat himself up when he fails to do so

He takes advantage of the times that you are sick because he gets to keep you all to himself in the house

Joel will put his foot down about not being able to work his patrol shifts because he’s too busy caring for you

Joel finds himself conflicted between not wanting to see you in pain and having you be completely dependent on him.

He’s also conflicted about getting you pregnant

He doesn’t want more kids for various “practical” reasons

Afraid of feeling guilt over replacing Sarah

Taking his energy away from protecting you to protect someone else

Afraid he may become too soft to protect either one of you by being wrapped around the babies finger

But he also wants kids with you for various reasons

One of his favorite ways to mark you is internally with his cum

The heavier you grow with his child, the more dependent you’ll need to be of him and it’ll be longer than a cold

He’ll convince you to be a stay at home mom, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the whereabouts of two separate people as the child would always be with you.

A child would most likely encourage you to stay within the settlement’s walls

He’ll try to convince you to want a child too

If you are not ready for one, he will be super patient and bring it up every so often to see if your answer has changed

At the end of the day, he has lost too much in his life and he will do everything in his power not to lose you either

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Oh . My bad, I apologize.

Maybe then just Platonic Yandere!Joel Miller?

It's alright ^^ I hope you still like the concept! I have not finished The Last of Us Part 1 yet so I kept it general.

He is genuinely dad material.

Minor The Last of Us Part 1 spoilers

Yandere! Platonic! Joel Miller Concept

(The Last of Us Part 1 - Game)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective dad Joel, Slight trust issues, Paranoia, He's overprotective of you and Ellie, Murder, Violent, Fear of losing a child, Joel's still sort of grieving.

The dynamic between Joel and darling in this would be like how he is with Ellie.

Even at the age of 18 you're still inexperienced with how the world works now.

Joel has almost seen all this dangerous world has to offer.

He's killed, he's stolen, he's developed a reputation in this world filled with hunters and human fungus.

He used to be such a caring father...

Now Joel's been bred into a monster.

Joel could've met you some time after when he had found Ellie.

By this point he's still trying to get used to essentially parenting Ellie.

The moment he finds you he dreads parenting another...

Sure, you're a young adult and can care for yourself for the most part...

Yet you're clumsy and your skills aren't perfected.

It'll take time before Joel fully accepts you into the little pair he has.

He already thinks keeping Ellie around puts him in danger already.

Despite his hesitance to aiding you, Ellie seems to trust you enough.

Joel's trust for you only grows when you prove you can provide and take care of yourself.

Essentially, prove you won't get everyone killed and he adopts you into the group.

It's just Joel and his two kids now.

Joel begins to see you and Ellie as his new family in this twisted world.

After all... he hasn't got much left in this world after the death of Sarah and Tess.

When Joel starts to accept you as a companion you'll start noticing his odd behavior.

Joel acts like a caring and overprotective dad towards you.

He does everything he can to keep you and Ellie safe.

Joel doesn't flinch at the idea of violence or murder to keep you safe.

Ellie can vouch that Joel has bashed in the skulls of zombies and hunters alike to protect her.

The same would be for you, too.

Something you'll notice is Joel will treat you like you can't take care of yourself at times.

He ends you treating you like you're younger than you are.

Probably due to taking care of Sarah and Ellie.

This leads to arguments between you and Joel.

Often you'll end up yelling at each other for one thing or another.

He blames you still sort of being a teen.

Despite this Joel still tries to be like a dad to you.

Ellie sees you like an older sibling in the group and doesn't like it when Joel starts fights with you.

He claims his motives are to protect you.

Yet it comes off as suffocating due to him having a fear of losing you.

There's so much danger in this infected world.

You could get shot by hunter groups... or be infected by cordyceps spores....

Joel doesn't like the idea of losing you once he's attached to you.

Which is exactly why he was scared to be attached to you in the first place.

Even if you've seen the murder and violence Joel commits to protect you and Ellie, he hates it when you see it.

Joel tends to put you in charge of Ellie while he deals with the danger.

Joel shows he cares for the both of you during downtime.

When you're hiding in an abandoned house to rest, Joel pulls you into his chest and hugs you.

Sometimes Ellie joins while Joel just... holds you to his body.

He wonders if Sarah would've acted like you when she got older.

A lot of Joel's platonic yandere behavior is due to him losing Sarah.

He can't bare to lose another child, especially since he technically has two now.

There's always a nagging voice within Joel while he survives alongside you and Ellie.

It mocks him when walking through spore clouds with his mask on...

It lectures him whenever he defends you from hunters...

The voice tells him he isn't capable enough to defend you or Ellie.

It tells him he'll fail.

Joel's determined to prove his anxiety wrong...

He'll be a good dad to you both and protect you... even if it means you'll despise him in the process. Nothing's going to come between him and his new family.

#yandere the last of us #yandere the last of us joel #yandere tlou #yandere tlou joel #yandere joel miller #platonic yandere

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darkmold · 1 year

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Romantic yandere Joel and platonic yandere Ellie? Like maybe reader is a friend of Joel and another parental figure to Ellie? Headcanon, drabble, whatever is fine! Thank you in advance for taking time to read this.

Yandere Joel + Platonic Yandere Ellie

Warnings: possessiveness, protectiveness, mentions of gore, Joel and Ellie would cause a lot of tension (lemme know if you want a fic of this!)

Joel

You and Joel go way back. Wether you were with him and Tess in Boston QZ or a friend from the old world living in Jackson, Joel is hardly willing to part ways for more than an hour or two. But for the sake of the HC’s, we’ll go with the Jackson one.

No matter how weird he acts towards you sometimes, having Joel around is an invaluable resource. He’d sooner be torn limb from limb than see anything bad happen to you or Ellie.

Probably convinces you to let him move in at your place. He craves normalcy, and seeing you so frequently will help him with that. Don’t worry though, he’s earned your attention! It’s not like you could reject such a valuable member of the community anyway.

Accidentally ends up treating you as his significant other, even if you haven’t caught up with him yet. He even ends up shirking some of his responsibilities so he can have dinner with you every night. Gets super tense if you talk to other men in town, Tommy is no exception (but he ends up feeling bad about not trusting his own brother)

Has this dream delusion of you, him and Ellie living a normal family life. He hasn’t had that in over 20 years, and he’s been suppressing those thoughts for a long time.

Ellie

Her relationship with Joel at this point may be rocky, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to ignore you.

You’re the first person she goes to when she needs to vent or when she finds a new movie to watch. She’ll try to convince you to meet her outside of your place though, she doesn’t want to run into Joel.

Probably pins a lot of parental responsibilities on you without realizing. Without Joel to be that outlet, she’s just looking for someone to fill the void. It’s best for you to go with it, she just wants to show you the comics books, right?

It’s imperative that you split your time evenly between Ellie and Joel. Joel seeing you with Ellie too much will feed his family delusion, and Ellie seeing you with Joel seems to add to her resentment.

She would have no qualms about keeping you with her forever, honestly. The only thing that holds her back is the thought of people noticing and getting her in trouble. Not to mention how Joel would react, he’d never stop looking for you.

#yandere #yandere tlou #yandere headcanons #yandere Joel Miller #yandere Ellie williams #yandere joel #yandere ellie #tw.yandere

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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would u do a yandere joel miller x reader romantic request? he takes them because he thinks he can protect them and keep them safe? they feel less safe with him tho and try escape, idk anything yandere joel wpuld be great!

Metal Chains

You were in so much pain, you felt cold metal beneath you and around your wrists.

“You shouldn’t have been out there on your own, god knows what would have happened to you.” You heard a deep male voice say as you groaned and slowly opened your eyes.

“Where am I?” You groaned, you remembered trudging through a forest and then everything went blank.

“Somewhere much safer than where you were, that’s for sure.” The man said as you groaned and pulled against the restraints.

“I can’t offer you anything, I can’t shoot, or hunt.” You growled as he just stared at you.

“You’re not here for me to enslave, you’re here so I can protect you.” He muttered, you slowly sat up, still restrained.

“You don’t know who I am, I can fucking handle myself just fine.” You replied, pulling at the restraints before he gripped your wrist roughly.

“Enough!” He shouted, suddenly making you freeze in shock.

“Get off me.” You muttered as he sighed and let you go.

“I’ve survived this hell, alone for a long ass time. I think I can do it without a creepy stranger.” You grumbled, he still just stared at you, void of emotion.

“You look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.” He muttered making you chuckle dryly.

“You do remember we’re in an apocalypse right?” You retorted before he stood up and walked away, back up the stairs, signifying that you were in a basement.

“Don’t fucking walk away!” You screamed at him before he slammed the door.

After about five minutes he came back with a bowl of food and a glass of water.

You would kick him and make the food drop, but you were starving, literally.

“You should be more thankful.” He muttered, handing you the bowl before you cautiously took it and looked down to see it was baked beans.

It was better than tree bark.

You kept silent as you began to eat, it was the most flavour you had tasted in a long time.

The man sat back down and watched you eat.

“What’s your name?” He asked as you glanced behind at him.

“Y/N.” You muttered with a mouthful of food.

“Call me Joel.” He replied as you nodded a little.

He noticed how easily your guard had come down, just with some food.

“You’ve been alone a long time, haven’t you?” He whispered as you finished off the bowl.

“Aren’t we all alone in this?” You muttered, handing the bowl back to him before he held a glass of water out to you.

“Drink, and no. We don’t have to be alone.” He grumbled as you skulled the water.

“Easy, you’ll choke.” Joel continued before you handed the glass back to him.

“You need to prove to me that I can let you roam around here without those restraints. But, even if you do try to escape you’ll die pretty fast. I’ll let you think it over.” He said before leaving again, you were speechless.

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After two hours, Joel came back, but this time he was covered in blood.

“Make your decision yet?” He muttered as you looked up at him in fear.

“I’ll stay, I won’t try to escape.” You whispered in response, making him smile.

He grabbed a cloth and began wiping the blood off his face before taking away the restraints on your hands.

You rubbed your wrists before you acted quickly and pushed him away from you, you darted towards the stairs hearing him yell out.

You barely made it up the stairs before blood covered arms wrapped around you, causing you to scream.

He manhandled you back down stairs and to the metal bed where he threw you down and restrained you again.

“Try that again and it’ll be your blood all over me.” He growled as you panted.

“Fuck you.” You muttered before he slapped you across the face, you kept your face turned away from him.

“Looks like you’ve got more thinking to do.”

#yandere #joel miller #yandere Joel miller #the last of us #fic #joel miller x reader

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dilfartist · 10 months

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Hiii congrats of 1000 followers 💕 , could you please do ellie Williams with “hate you, ellie” (I completely stole it from ur original post) with a kidnapped reader

Ellie stays quiet.

She stands behind you, you sit on “the shared bed”, as she’d refer to it, back turned toward her. There’s a pregnant pause that feels like generations have passed you by until you finally speak again.

You whirl around, gaze hardening on Ellies figure observing as she fiddles with her fingers nervously.

“Are you going to say anything?!” you spit, anger bubbling in your gut.

She stares up at you with glassy eyes, then immediately looks down.

“I know,” she says understandingly.

#yandere ellie williams #yandere tlou #yandere joel miller #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x reader

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thesithdiaries · 1 year

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okay people, its the apocalypse, im sure there's some yandere joel fics out there, right? 😭

#tlou imagine #joel miller imagine #yandere joel miller #tlou yandere

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romana-after-dark · 6 months

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Dead Dove December

Hello everyone! This December I’m hosting an event for the Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal fandom that I’m calling, Dead Dove December! From 12/01/2023 - 12/31/2023 I’m encouraging others to create something that expresses their deepest and (most importantly) darkest desires. I will be reblogging all pieces of art or fanfiction, and will post a masterlist in January.

Details below the cut…

What is Dead Dove Do Not Eat?

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, or DDDNE has its origins in one of my comfort shows!

The phrase comes from a meme referencing the 2003 Arrested Development episode "Top Banana", in which Michael Bluth opens a paper bag labeled "DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" and, upon discovering that there is a dead dove inside the bag, says, deadpan, "I don't know what I expected." - fanlore.org

In short, what you see in the tags is what you should expect to see in the fic. This can apply for any type of fic, including the fluffy ones, but it’s usually associated with darker themes. That being said, this is your warning that this is a DARK THEMED EVENT. If you aren’t comfortable with darker topics like non-con, excessive violence, blood/gore, death, toxic relationships, 18+ age gaps, and more, then I encourage you not to participate in this event.

How to Participate

For the month of December, post your Dead Dove fanfiction or fan art on your blog. Use the tag #deaddovedecemeber2023 and tag me. You can also send a link via ask or DM if you like! I will not be posting anything for you, just reblogging and linking. At the end of December I will post a masterlist with links to everyone’s works! Side Note - Since Tumblr doesn’t really allow for NSFW art, you can post your work on Twitter or any other site that allows it and just send me that link so I can add it to the masterlist.

Rules

You MUST be 18+ to participate. I will be checking your blog/social media to be sure. Please make sure your age is easy to find. If I find that you’re a minor or if your age isn’t readily present I will be blocking you and you will be unable to participate. You can just add that you are over 18 if you don’t want your age out on the internet. As the creator and promotor of this event, I need to know I’m not interacting with minors given the nature of this event.

The work MUST be dark in some way. There’s no limit to how dark your work needs to be or can be, but it needs to contain some sort of dark theme in order to qualify. If non con isn’t your thing, dub con via stockholm syndrome or brainwash can let you write a more comfortable scene while still remaining dark. Fics and art do not necessarily need to be NSFW.

Do NOT post anything before 12/01/2023. I will not count submissions prior to that date or after 12/31/2023. Masterlsit will be posted in January.

Your work MUST contain the proper tags. I won’t police how detailed your tags should be, but, for instance, if your work contains non-con, and you didn’t tag non-con then your work will not qualify. Please be inclusive in your writing where you can.

You may submit no more than two (2) pieces. This can include a fanfic and fanart, two fanfics or two fanarts. This is to allow someone to write a piece and make a work of art to accompany it.

I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum, but there are some things I’m just personally not comfortable with and since I’ll be reading/viewing all of these, I have a few things not allowed in the event. The list of what’s NOT allowed is shorter than the list of what IS allowed so here’s a list of the things that will NOT be tolerated in this event:

No underage/aged up minor content - To clarify, this includes things popular ships like - TLOU 1 or Show Ellie x Joel or Miguel O’Hara X Gwen Stacy. No "ageing up" minors for the purpose of a fic.

No Bestiality - To clarify, monsterfucking does NOT count as bestiality (at least to me). For example, werewolves, venom, Khonshu, e.t.c. are all allowed.

No incest - To clarify, step-sibling/step-parent relationships are permitted as long as everyone is 18+. Selfcest relationships are also allowed (like Moon Knight or Miguel with his alternate self, e.t.c.).

If you’re unsure if something is allowed or not, you can send me a DM or an ask for clarification prior to posting.

You can use any prompts you want or none, you aren’t tied to any one idea but here are some to get the ideas flowing if you need them!

Also, you can absolutely use a fic to inspire your art, or art to inspire a fic! Your inspiration piece, whether yours or someone else’s does not have to be from December, but you MUST obtain permission from the original creator before I promote your work. Most creators are happy when their work inspires others, and all my fics are open to being used for inspiration, but please reach out to the creator first.

I’m very excited! I’ve never done anything like this before so things may be updated as I go so bear with me! Looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

Dividers and header made by the amazing @melodygatesauthor

Please consider reblogging to spread the word!

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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please write more for dark joel miller, please

Dark! Joel Miller x Married! Reader

He thought about avoiding you, a pregnant woman.

But seeing your frightened expression and tear-stricken cheeks, he decided to give in.

Joel saved you from getting bitten by the zombies.

And you helped treat his injuries.

Joel suggested that you stay with him, as it will be safer for you two being together.

You agreed, believing it to be better for the safety of your unborn child.

Joel told you about his life before the apocalypse, about his daughter Sarah who was killed by someone from the american military for thinking they were infected.

You told him that you were searching for your husband whom you have lost through the chaos.

"It is best to move on, he is probably dead"

Those words were enough to kill your last hope of finding your husband.

Joel helped you throughout the pregnancy, making sure that you had all the necessities you need.

He already considered himself the father of your child, and that you are his family.

Joel is sure that You and the baby could fill the hole in his heart after his daughter's death.

So, once the baby was born, revealing it to be a baby girl, you named her Sarah after his daughter as a gratitude for him helping you.

Everything, was going well for the three of you until your husband showed up.

You quickly welcomed the man while Joel burned with an undeniable jealousy.

He pretended to like your husband...then took him out to the forest and killed him in cold blood.

"He got infected, I had to kill him, for your and your daughter's safety, (Y/n)"

You believed him with ease, thinking that Joel would never kill for no reason.

Little did you know that Joel would do anything to keep his new 'family' safe.

#tw: toxic relationships #tlou x reader #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller #Yandere #reader insert

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Hello there 💟

I love your TLOU platonic!yandere series, I love your writing and Joel and Ellie as yandere. May I ask a request where Joel invades the reader's privacy and goes through his things looking for something (u choose) because of his paranoia and all. And when reader finds out, is so upset but disgusted that them decides to do the same with Joel, as revenge, and ends up discovering a hidden photo of Sarah and ends up showing jealousy for her when he interrogates they, but Joel is so furious that he acts without thinking that he grabs the reader's arm very hard, scaring they (if you found it too aggressive, you can change it). My idea is to show Joel talking about Sarah for the first time with reader, it can be an angsty headcanon or oneshot with a fluff ending.

Sorry my english, isn't my first language. Thanks💟

Regret (platonic yandere Joel and Ellie x reader)

This is such a great idea you’re so smart (also your English is great). Also the reader is gender neutral just to let you know.

“What the fuck is this?” Joel yells, dumping your bag onto the table, a gun rolling out. Your brows furrowed, eyeing him from across the kitchen table.

“Why do you have my bag?” You question, ignoring his fiery gaze.

“Don’t ignore the question.” He demands, pushing the gun closer to you.

“It’s a gun.” You done.

Joel sneers at your sarcasm, “I know that. Why do you have it?”

“Why did you go through my bag?” You sneer back, watching as Joel’s posture stiffens.

“Because I’m your father.” He replies. You scoff at him.

“So, you’re just allowed to invade my privacy?” You probe him.

“If it means protecting you, then yeah.” He takes the gun from the table, removing it of all its ammo, and tucks it into the back of his pants. Once finished, he points at you sternly.

“I don’t wanna see you with this again.” He doesn’t wait for a response, walking upstairs before you could protest.

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“It’s so not fair! He lets you have a gun!” You complain to Ellie, who is reclining on your bed as you pace throughout the room.

“I’m older.” She reasons, receiving a harsh look from you.

“By like, a year.” You speak. “Are you on his side?” You accuse. She puts her hands up in defense.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it.”

She rolls her eyes, her words coming out calmly, “I just think you should be more careful.”

“Having a gun keeps me safe.” You argue.

“We keep you safe.” She corrects. “That’s why you don’t have a gun.”

You sigh in defeat, laying down on your bed, gazing up at your ceiling. “He shouldn’t be going through my stuff though.”

“He’s just trying to protect you.” She whispers. You groan, she’s definitely on his side.

“He’s paranoid, that’s what he is.” You complain. Ellie giggles, laying down next to you. She turns her head, looking directly at you.

“You’re right, but he just worries about you.” She breaths deeply, staring at the ceiling with you. “He has a lot to worry about.”

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The house was quiet, Ellie and Joel away. Petty as you are, you were still hung up on the morning’s indiscretion. It’s not fair that Ellie gets to do whatever she wants, but you can’t. It’s not fair that Joel can just go through your belongings without asking. He could’ve just asked; you would’ve told him. Instead, he disregards your trust and guises it as “protecting you.”

You admit that your current actions are done out of spite, and you weren’t really thinking. However, as you dig through Joel’s room with total disregard for anything. You honestly didn’t expect to find anything noteworthy; Joel wasn’t really that interesting.

There were the expected things, guns, a few CDs, and even random snacks littering the ground. You kept snooping, even after several minutes of not finding anything. You search moves towards the bedside drawer. Slowly opening it up, a small, folded picture is revealed. You take it gingerly, unfolding it with caution. The picture is old, frayed on the edges and covered in a film of dust, like it hasn’t been touched in a while. Wiping is carefully with the hem of your shirt; the picture of Joel and a young girl is revealed. Joel is young with a big smile, hugging the girl tightly, which she reciprocates. The girl has beautiful curly hair, smiling wide. You don’t recognize her, and you wonder why she’s with Joel.

“What are you doing?” You shove the picture back into the drawer, slamming it shut. You turn around to an angry Joel, dirty from patrol. You studder out an answer.

“I—I don’t… I’m s—sorry. I’ll leave.” You try to rush part Joel, out of the room, being stopped when he roughly grabs your forearm. His fingers dig into your skin, enough to bruise and leave a mark. He looks down at you, his eyes dark.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He snarls, his grip tightening as he looks toward the drawer.

You try to break out of his hold, “You’re hurting me, Joel.” He doesn’t listen.

“Why we’re you in my stuff.” You heart is pumping so fast, too fast to think.

“You’re in my stuff all the time!” You yell, the pain in your arm long forgotten. At your remark, Joel begins to drag you out of his room and down the hallway. Your arm is screaming as your tugged every which way. Once in your room, Joel pushes you away, you falling to the floor. Anger is still coursing through your body. Looking at him from your stop on the ground, you snarl at him.

“Who is she?”

Joel huffs “none of your business.” You scoff, rubbing your arm.

“So it’s okay when you invade my privacy, but when I do it it’s ‘none of my business?’” You jeer annoyed.

“She’s none of your business.” Joel clarifies. His hand is gripping the handle of the door, preparing to slam it shut.

“Why?” You probe, “why can’t I know about her? Do you not trust me?!”

“No.” He responds bluntly. “I don’t trust you.” Your shocked, your mouth slightly agape. Joel continues to talk before leaving.

“You dig through my stuff, you steal a gun from me, you leave without my permission.” His stare is unrelenting, making you feel weak.

“Sometimes I wonder why I brought you along.” He breaths, before closing the door, the slam causing you to shake.

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You didn’t sleep that night, your arm hurting too much. You refused to eat breakfast, even when Joel left it outside your door. It would remain untouched late into the night.

Joel was worried about you; you haven’t said a word in days, nor have you eaten anything he gave you. After the third day, he finally confronted you. He went upstairs, holding a plate of food in one hand, knocking on door to your room.

“(Y/N). I’m coming in.” He says after a moment. He twists the door handle, only for it to not open. He twists it harder a few times before excepting it was locked.

“(Y/N)! You know I don’t like locked doors.” He continues to shake the handle. He knows he’s being a hypocrite, but he doesn’t like it when you lock your door. "I'm serious." He warns. He feels heartrate pick up, fearing the worst.

He only calms down when he hears the shuffles on the other side of the door, breathing a sigh of relief when he hears the door unlock. Balancing the plate of food, he enters, seeing you wrapped up in a blanket, your hair slightly matted, and heavy bags under your eyes.

You don't look at him as you go back to lay on your bed, swaddling yourself up in your bedsheets, your back to him. Joel heart pangs at the sight, placing the plate down on the desk in your room before moving to sit on your bed. He slowly places his hand on you head to move a piece of hair out of the way, not missing when you flinch away from him.

"You have to eat, kid." He whispers, gazing over his shoulder too look at you. You don't respond. Joel turns his body so that he is facing you better.

"Look kid.... I didn't mean it." His head is hung low in shame as he tries to explain himself. "About bringing you along, I mean."

"Okay." You respond quietly. It was the first time he's heard your voice in days.

Joel's eyes dart around, expecting something more. Expecting you to run into his arm, and for him to be able to hold you again. He clasps his hands together, feeling his hands shake.

"She was my daughter." His voice wavers with every word, slightly cracking at the end. "Before all this." He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, "Her name was Sarah." He feels you move slightly, your bed shifting.

When your completely turned over, you can see the tears in his eyes. You sit up slowly, Joel eyes fallowing you. He can see the bruise underneath your cut sleave. "Does it hurt?" Quilt completely consumes him, seeing the heavy mark on your sink fills him with dread.

You shake your head, "No, not that much." He can tell that your lying, but he doesn't call you out on it. He leans over to your nightstand, in the drawer a first aid kit. He takes out the gauze and asks for your arm. When you give it to him, he carefully wraps it up, eying the bruise. He doesn't want to think about it, about what he could've done to you if he was too overwhelmed by his anger.

"I'm sorry." He hears you say. He doesn't know if you're apologizing for Sarah, or for snooping in his room, but he doesn't really care. He nods his head, moving over to hug you. It feels nice, being able to feel your warmth again, to know you're okay.

"Do you miss her?" You ask. Joel releases you from the hug.

"All the time." He answers, looking at you fondly. "But it's gotten better." You hum, leaning on his shoulder.

"Are you sure I'm not a burden?" You ask. He shakes his head no, giving you a kiss on the crown of you head.

"You've never been a burden."

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A/n: I don't know if this is what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy.

#yandere x reader #platonic yandere #soft yandere #joel miller #yandere joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x platonic!reader #platonic joel miller #ellie williams #yandere ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #yandere the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #ask #answered

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yandereworlds · 1 year

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I can definitely see Joel being a very protective father when it comes to his child and that’s putting it lightly👀 Anyway, here’s some concepts drawings I did of Platonic yandere!Father!Joel and Y/N, who’s his child! Haven’t drawn a lot of fandoms lately, so enjoy! //Mun kiki

#TLOU #The last of us #platonic yandere #yandere male #yandere #obsessive #yancore #yandere core #fanart #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #child!reader #joel miller #lovecore #yandere prompts #strictly platonic

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houseofauggie · 1 year

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Yandere!Ellie Headcanons

It’s more difficult to be a typical yandere in an apocalyptic situation but Ellie makes it work.

She takes control of everything- what you wear, who you talk to, when you go on patrol.

Actually, she controls if you go on patrol- you’re never allowed on patrol without her and when you do go on patrol, she always keeps you behind her. You are lucky enough to be granted a weapon but only because she knew how it felt to be weaponless.

Back in Jackson she keeps you relatively isolated from others. Your main contact was with Joel and even that was limited.

She sleeps with her back to the door, you cocooned in her arms. She would be the first thing anyone saw when they came in the room- threat or not, and she liked it that way.

She liked protecting you. She needed to be needed.

Sometimes however she liked to be protected by you. It wasn’t often- just when she was feeling vulnerable. Those times she just needed you near, gentle caresses and cuddles were required.

It didn't matter if you were taller or bigger than her in any way, she displayed casual dominance the same.

tbh i hate this but i wanted to get something out :/ also i wrote this while playing cod and that got me in the mood for gamer!ellie so look out for that soon?

august xx

#chubby reader #yandere crush #yandere #female yandere #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #should I tag Joel to get back at those who tag Ellie in his fics?#imma do it #joel miller #joel x reader #fanfic #tlou #tlou x reader #the last of us #gn reader #tall reader

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pixi3h0ll0w · 1 year

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Pathetic (miller reader x slightly sadistic Ellie)

Knife play, choking, cunnilingus, fingering, dom! Ellie, sub! Afab reader, jealous yandere Ellie x womanizer miller fem! Reader

This was stupid, you having to go on patrol while it’s your birthday! You roll your eyes and stumble out of bed scratching the back of your neck before putting on a clean t-shirt and your fathers ring and matching out the door jacket in hand.

“Thought you’d never show up.” Ruby says hands on her hips a smirk flashing across her lips. “You know I can’t disappoint.” You shrug smiling lightly licking your lips.

“No you certainly do not.” She says checking you out and you shake your head. You knew she liked you and call you crazy but you just liked to see her squirm when you licked your lips or wore certain stuff or barely caress her thigh whilst walking by.

You’ve had so many flings you couldn’t count it on your hands or feet.

Ellie was your best friend and yet she was never supportive of what you do like at all it’s like she wanted you all to herself like she owned you.

“Come on Williams we got shit to do.” You say as you walk up to her and that’s how you got your self in this mess sprawled out on her bed bound and whining for more.

You had been out on patrol and goofing off just like normal after killing several infected and getting shit for Jackson you lazily rode all the way back talking about your latest fling Ruby laughing at just how needy Ruby was for you and Ellie rolled her eyes.

When you got back Ellie’s demeanor changed when she saw you and Ruby flirting and something just snapped.

“Come on sweetheart.” She cooed bending down to ear level heating you whimper was like music to her ears. “Who ever thought the beautiful y/n miller would be all sprawled out for me? Whining and begging for me to just touch her.” She tuts her blade slowly dragging down your bare body.

“El mph- ‘eed you.” You could barely make out a sentence. She smiles and sticks her fingers inside you. “Good fucking girl taking me so well.” She grunts as she chokes you watching your face contort with pleasure.

“Go f-faster.” You moan head tilted backwards as you struggle to grasp onto reality, then she stops. “You don’t fucking make the rules around here doll I do.” She says smirking sadistically.

Her. Knife now craving her initials in your right thigh. You yelp as the pain feels almost bitter sweet.

She’s now going down on you tongue aggressively sucking on your clit and fingers practically pounding into at an alarming rate the pain of the craving mixed with the amount of pleasure she was giving you, about sent you over the edge hands clinging to the bed post for dear life, “bet she can’t fuck you like this hm?”

“No!” You scream.

“El- oh god,” you breathe chest heaving as you abdomen burns. “G-gonna - fuck- cum!” You practically scream.

She lifts up for a second, “go ahead I wanna hear you scream.” She smiles before going back to ducking your clit.

Before you know if you feel the pressure in your stomach snap and pleasure come in strong waves. “F-fuck…” you sigh as you come down from your high. “You did so good.” She coos pulling her fingers out of your aching hole with a shrill pop. “So good.” She smiles

#elliewilliamssmut #smut #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie williams #bella ramsey #pedro pascal #joel miller #joelmiller #yandere #intensesmut

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kiwi224 · 1 year

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"– No one will help you, little sheep. We are a long way from the other houses. We're alone here, just you and me… together.— He says smiling as he takes you to her room, throwing you on her bed and tying your arms to it. He stares at you deeply, making you cringe.— People often say that discipline comes through pain, don't they? I think they're right."

Triggers: torture and violence

Little Sheep

You and Joel met near Jackson, when you were rescued and taken in by a group of explorers from the city. Joel was one of the explorers, who protected you with his life when Infected attacked the group. If you weren't so skeptical about love, you could even say it was love at first sight. "How pathetic", you think.

You're currently working at the bar, cleaning the counter and humming some 80's music, feeling a calmness you haven't felt in a long time. Joel walks into the bar, scowling as usual, his frown melting as he looks at you. His gaze turns reassuring, making you tug your lips into a smile.

–Good morning, little sheep.— You roll your eyes, chuckling at the nickname. Joel started calling you that when they had a conversation about which animal each would like to be. You said you fancied yourself a wolf, and he laughed in your face, saying you look more like a sheep. You were a little angry, but accepted the nickname gladly, thinking it was cute. — Working hard, huh?

I put the cloth on the counter, approaching him.– Yeah, it's quite busy here sometimes, but it's much better than running away from infected.— He sits on a bench in front of the counter. His eyes shine when they look into yours, and you feel welcomed by Joel, like you've never felt in your life.

You spend a few minutes talking about the event that took place at the bar the day before, noting the interesting things that happened, and laughing at your friends who got extremely drunk. You lean your arms on the counter, your eyebrows slightly furrowed.– Joel, have you seen Frederich? He didn't show up here today as usual.

Frederich is one of the explorers, who became your friend during those times you were in Jackson. He shows interest in you, hitting on you "jokingly" and other things like that, but you continue to treat him as a friend, since you don't return his feelings and enjoy your friendship.

Joel's smile fades slowly with the question, making you raise an eyebrow.– We did an expedition in the vicinity this morning, but then I didn't see him again.— His smile returns, but still not reassuring you. — Don't worry about that, little sheep. I've known him longer, he knows how to take care of himself.

I raise my eyebrows in surrender, letting the subject drop but still wondering why Frederich didn't come at his usual time; you care about him after all. You try to forget about it by going back to talking to Joel about other things.

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It was the morning of the next day and you still hadn't seen your friend. This situation was already awkward, but it got even more so when you were summoned to patrol this morning. It was not their day to patrol, but they claimed that Frederich had disappeared. Everyone in Jackson was worried since he had disappeared on his mission.

– And who was he with, Maria?— You ask your patrol partner quietly, still finding this story strange.

— We don't know. There was a terrible blizzard, and we lost each other for a while. Later, when Tommy and Joel and I met, they said they didn't see Frederich anymore.

You frown, petting the horse you're riding to calm yourself down a bit.

– But Joel told me he didn't see him after the patrol, he didn't tell me the whole story.— Maria also frowns, smacking her lips as she brushes some snow off her shoulders.

– I don't know why he didn't tell. Maybe he wanted to calm you down. We sent another patrol in the afternoon to look for Frederich, maybe he didn't want to worry you unnecessarily.— She advances the pace with the horse, always assessing the environment carefully.— But now Frederich could definitely be in danger.

A few minutes later, you and Maria find an abandoned cabin, stopping to rest for a while, as the snow was now falling in great amounts. The icy wind was making your entire body shiver, but you continued to inspect the cabin, looking for any resources useful to the community.

You hear a whimper coming from one of the doors, instantly drawing your weapon, thinking it's a runner. You put your ear close to listen, then you recognize the voice. It sounded like Frederich's voice. You don't even think about the possible risks, opening the door with brutality. You see Frederich crouched hugging her legs as she wept; her body was almost entirely injured, and her expression showed pure horror. You can see a bite on her arm, making you freeze in her place. He notices you, his eyes never leaving you.

– You're here!— He crawls a little closer to you, and you notice that his legs are broken. His body is filled with anguish, realizing that you are seeing your friend about to die in front of you. He seems to be in a state of near madness in front of you.— Please, don't go near him...

You force yourself to ask.– Who?! I shouldn't get close to who?!— You approach, thinking about how to calm him down. He tries to get up, instantly regretting it with a grunt of pain.

–Joel...— He almost whispers, his voice trembling, filled with horror and fear.— He threw me to death, said that this way I would never come near you again... I swear, I didn't do anything! He threw me into an abyss full of infected, I got bitten, it's all his fault! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

He starts crying desperately, putting his hands on his face. You stop midway, trying to process all the information.

– Joel did this to you?! - You ask incredulously, your voice starting to shake. - It's not possible, it's not...

You bend down to check your wounds, and he grabs your shoulders with such force that it hurts.– Give me your gun, please give me your gun...

– I won't give you my gun!— He ignores you, pulling the gun from his waist, and after that you close your eyes by instinct, hearing a deafening gunshot and then feeling a liquid splash on your face.

•

–Hey, are you listening to me?— Maria says in a worried voice, holding you as carefully as she can.

Your eyes are still glazed over somewhere. You've already arrived in Jackson, you're already in Maria's living room. You already told everything that happened, except the fact that Joel was accused by Frederich. You didn't have the strength to speak his name, and thoughts of him are still trapped in the cabin. You're completely gripped by horror, and in your head you're just more and more sure you'll never forget it.

Your thoughts go to Joel. Frederich had accused Joel of trying to kill him. You still couldn't believe his words, even though they were so frightening. Frederich was a playful guy, he liked to make up stories, but he would never make up something like that; accuse someone like that? It doesn't look like something he would do.

But you still can't believe it. Joel... The same man who protects you with all the love in the world... Trying to kill a man, your friend, because he was interested in you? No, that doesn't look real.

You hear the door to Maria's house open, seeing the person who is taking your thoughts at that very moment enter, completely stunned.

– Little sheep! I was told what happened, are you okay?! - You move away from him by reflex, making Maria's eyes widen. You're shaking, and the person you least want to see right now is in front of you, trying to get close to you.

– Get out.— You say with a shaky voice, feeling your face pale.

He frowns.– I won't hurt you, little sheep...

– I said get out!— You scream, getting up from the couch. You see both of them widen their eyes, and you're shaking so hard you feel like you're going to collapse at any moment, but you keep trying to hold on.

Maria is still standing there not knowing what to do, when someone calls her outside and she comes out, gently patting your shoulder with a smile, trying to comfort you. You follow Joel's cold gaze following Maria's movements, making you feel more terrified than ever.

He looks at you, a concerned look that now just makes you sick.– Okay, little sheep. Just rest, okay?

He looks at you one more time before walking out the door, giving you a chance to breathe a little easier.

•

It's been three days, and you haven't left the house. You don't have the courage to face people, and especially you don't have the courage to face... him. You think about it day and night, every moment. You can't eat or sleep well, and when you sleep, you have a night full of nightmares.

This was one of those nights. You get up to go to the bathroom, going to the kitchen to get a glass of water next.

As you drink some water, trying to forget the nightmare, you hear noises coming from the living room. Your legs start to shake to the point where it takes all your strength, but you remain still, trying to identify the sound.

You hear a door open, nearly knocking your glass out of your hand. You put the glass on top of the sink, trying to make as little noise as possible, while looking for a knife to defend yourself. When you turn back to the door, you see the terrifyingly familiar figure pointing a gun at you. Joel has an unreadable expression on his face, which scares you even more. You keep gripping the knife with all the strength in you, pointing it at him uselessly, as he is at greater power, wielding a ranged weapon.

– I didn't want to have to do this, little sheep, but you made me.— He approaches slowly, and the sound of his heavy shoes hitting the floor makes her head spin. You take a few steps back, bumping into the kitchen cupboard, feeling your stomach turn as you realize there's nowhere to escape. Tears start to escape your eyes. He continued to approach, not being intimidated by the knife in your hands, with a sweet smile that now made him look disgusting.— You don't need to cry, dear. I won't hurt you. Just put that knife down, okay?

You ignore his command and he, with a quick maneuver, disarms you, pointing the gun at your head again. His gaze suddenly turns dark.— You remain disobedient. What did Frederich tell you? Maria told me you saw him.

He holds your chin gently, contrasting with the brutality of his current attitude.– He said what I did to him, didn't he?! He said he would do anything to find you...— He purses his mouth, in disgust. - Pathetic.

You continue to cry, sobbing loudly. You were trapped under his terrifying gaze, you couldn't move.

But you try.

When you see that he deflects the gun a little from your head, you knee him in the stomach, but even stunned by the pain, he manages to grab your neck, taking your breath almost completely. He says coldly, loosening the grip on your neck a little, seeing that your face was turning red. – You are not cooperating, little sheep. Unfortunately, I'll have to make you follow my orders, even if it's through pain.

You hear a gunshot echo in the room, grunting in pain as you feel your foot hit by a bullet. The pain leaves you completely bewildered, allowing Joel to carry you. You begin to struggle with what strength you have left, crying desperately as you scream for help.

– No one will help you, little sheep. We are a long way from the other houses. We're alone here, just you and me… together.— He says smiling as he takes you to her room, throwing you on her bed and tying your arms to it. He stares at you deeply, making you cringe.— People often say that discipline comes through pain, don't they? I think they're right.

You see your surroundings split into flashes, knowing it's the agonizing pain in your foot and the loss of blood that's making you dizzy. Suddenly, you see Joel holding a bat.

– I'll prepare the bed for you. How about getting some sleep in the meantime, little sheep? I think it will do you good.— You can barely understand what he said, feeling a sharp pain erase your senses.

•

– Oh, you're finally woke up. It's been a long night, hasn't it, dear?— You listen, feeling a pulsing pain in your face, making you whimper in pain. Your arms and legs are chained to the bed, and you see your injured foot with a bandage, still struggling to understand if it all really happened or was one of your nightmares. You see Joel smiling, walking towards you, just not making your eyes widen because you can't open them without feeling pain.— I made you an amazing breakfast, I hope you like it.

You scan the place over and over again, starting to feel the anxiety rise in your chest with each place you look. Your window and door are locked with huge padlocks, and your bed is stained with your own blood. Your breathing quickens in desperation, and you feel only pain in your neck from Joel's grip on it. He follows her gaze to his bed, running his hand over the stain gently, as if this isn't all his fault.

–Oh, I'm sorry about this mess, little sheep.— He looks at you, but you look away. You can't look at that monster for a second longer.— I promise I'll change your bedding soon.

– Why are you doing this?!— You say in a thin voice.— Just leave me alone, please, leave me alone...

He approaches, but you can't move away because you're chained. He caresses your face, and you feel your stomach lurch in disgust.— No... I want to protect you, little sheep. I promised I would protect you at any cost, didn't I?

– You want to protect me from what?! It's you who's hurting me! You... You did that with Frederich...— You swallow hard— I'll do whatever you want, just let me go... I don't talk about any of this to anyone, just get me out of here, please ...–You appeal to pity, hoping it works.

– I only hurt you because you were being mean to me. I won't have to do this anymore if you obey me, dear.—You see he lowered his guard, continuing to caress her face. You hear knocking downstairs, feeling a hint of hope but refraining from screaming for help for the moment.

– I'll answer the door. Be quiet here, okay?— He squeezes her arm with a cold stare.— Or I'll be forced to hurt you and our visitor.

You hear him coming down the stairs, then voices from downstairs. You hear Maria's voice, but you can't scream. For fear of Joel and for fear of Maria suffering the consequences, because you know that Joel would kill her in any slip up. But, surprisingly, you hear a commotion from downstairs; screams and gunshots. You ignore your entire train of thought, focused on not making any noise, now screaming at the top of your lungs for help. You hear Maria screaming downstairs, and soon you hear more gunshots. You feel a wave of dread wash over you when you hear slow, shuffling footsteps coming up the stairs.

It Didn't work. You ruined everything.

You killed Maria.

You cringe when you see the door open, but you can't believe it when you see Maria in the doorway, her leg bleeding.

–I knew he had done something. You didn't tell me, but I put the pieces together. He...— She chokes on her own speech, with an agonized look at you.— What the fuck did he do to you...

You start to cry.

You cry as she unties you.

You cry more when she hugs you.

And you're still crying as you walk past Joel's body, shot in the forehead, blood seeping all over his face.

And you feel that, even now that you are free, you will cry for the rest of your life remembering that day.

#yandere #joel miller #joel x reader #no romance #the last of us #fanfic #angst with a happy ending #angst

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