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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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Hey! Do you mind me requesting platonic yandere for both Joel and Ellie? I was literally imagining like what if reader was a part of an enemy group that maybe kidnapped Ellie but like over the course of like maybe a couple of days they became friends until you know Joel comes to get Ellie out of there
platonic yandere joel and ellie with enemy reader! (unedited)
tw/cw: yandere, manipulation, violence, mentions of death, immolation
word count: 1,755
thank you for requesting! for this i went with a reader whose a little bit older than ellie just because it made more sense in my head! hope u don't mind
"Let me go, let me go!"
The pitiful cries of the prisoner next door were hard to ignore, I wince and continue making her meal.
It's been a day of non-stop yelling and screaming, we had to tape her mouth again and again to not attract anyone, especially the man we first found her with. My higherups had told me it was probably dead since he was very injured when they found them and probably succumbed to his wounds, especially in this rough winter. But the prisoner wasn't too convinced, or maybe she was trying to convince herself who knows.
I enter the room and see the girl, sympathy fills my chest as i see her cradled up, still tied to the pole and within a large metal cage. I begin to unlock it, holding the warm oatmeal in my other hand. Her eyes pierce throughout my body, like a blood-thirsty animal trying to spot my weakness.
"I made you breakfast." I say with a weak smile, my higherups told me that this girl deserved this, she was caught stealing food and pulled a gun on them. Besides, we hadn't intended to hurt her but we couldn't exactly let her walk freely either.
"I don't want it." She says, a scowl on her face as she refuses eye contact with me. I sigh and put down the bowl next to her.
"You haven't ate and it's cold down here," I shove the bowl closer to her. "Please."
I see hesitation in her face for a moment but she relents. "Fine, just untie me."
I smile happily and go to untie her. Once both of her hands are free, she elbows me in the nose, knocking me down on the ground.
Blood rushes down from my nostrils from the hit and the prisoner runs out the cage. Trying to find a way out, she runs to a door leading outside.
"No, wait!" I scream, trying to stand up. Two guards who were standing watch outside push Ellie to the ground. I scream, running to them. The guards pull a gun on her, ready to shoot.
"No, don't!" The girl has a wild scared look on her face and I don't even care if she hurt me, wouldn't I have done the same?
The guards look me up and down, "This bitch hurt you! Besides we can't have her escaping again, we should have killed her when we first found her-"
"No, please, she's just a kid! I promise, if she escapes again kill her but not today." I put myself in front of the gun, the girl looking between me and the guards.
One of the guards tsk and lowers his weapon. I let out a sigh of relief and the guards drag her to the cage again, locking her inside. She gives me a look before I'm dragged off somewhere. The look was unrecognizable but it almost looked like trust?
I come back again the next day. "What happened to you?" the girl asks, staring at the next deep scar in my cheek.
"I was the one who almost let you escape, remember?" I say, and the girl looks down almost apologetically.
"So.. why did you do it anyway? I mean, let me live."
"I would have done the same in your position. You're like me."
A few moments of silence pass until the girl speaks again.
"Ellie."
"What?"
"My name is Ellie..." Ellie utters, she doesn't look at me but it's clear she is being vulnerable.
I smile, "I'm (Y/N), how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"Wow, I'm only a couple years older than you. So.. why did you steal food anyway?"
"I didn't know anyone lived near! And Joel needed medicine..."
Curiosity sparks in my head, "Is Joel your family?"
"Ugh, no! He's just kinda.. looking after me. I'm the reason he got hurt." Ellie lets out, refusing to say anymore.
"Oh. I know how that feels, to have someone you care about get hurt protecting you," I say solemnly.
Ellie doesn't say anymore so I try to change the topic. For hours and the next couple of days we become closer, we learn we like the same comics and music. Ellie has seen stuff that I have never even known about. She often pleads to help me escape but there is only so much I can do, if they find out I helped I would be killed or kicked out to die. Ellie says I can join her and Joel but I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave..
I'm sleeping peacefully until I am woken up by silent shaking. I open my eyes groggily, fully widening once I see Ellie standing over me while shushing me.
"Ellie..? Wha-" "Shh, I'm going to get you out of here."
"What..?" Ellie forcibly pulls me up, hurriedly putting on my boots and coat for me as I stand in confusion.
"I don't understand- how did you get out and why are-"
Ellie hisses in frustration and grabs me by my shoulders, "Listen! The infected got in and there's no time to explain. Joel is waiting for us, we have to leave now!"
My head is swarming with thoughts and anxiety and before I know it I'm rushing out the door into the cold air with Ellie gripping my hand.
"Where are we going!?" I yell, stumbling a bit in the thick snow.
"C'mon!" Ellie yells, not answering my question as she drags me along further, seeming to head nearer to the woods.
In the distance there is smoke and fire, I can hear the faint noise of glass shattering and gunshots. I gasp, hearing the screams if I listen closely enough but I choose not to.
We reach the fence protecting us from the woods, and Ellie throws her backpack and mine over.
"Okay, you're gonna have to jump over. Joel is going to meet us there."
I hesitate, looking back seeing my whole community go up in flames. In a quick decision, I start climbing the fence falling onto the snow once I make it over. Ellie does the same and we both grab onto our backpacks and head further into the woods. Darkness surrounds us, the only thing lighting the world being the fire illuminating the sky into a bright orange. We run in the woods until we can no longer hear the gunshots. It is silent except for our panting breaths, until there is a sound of a branch cracking.
I don't react fast enough, a Runner charges at me with lightning speed. I scream but before it reaches me Ellie tackles it to the ground, using a dagger to stab at its head.
"Ellie!" I rush in to help her, lifting her off the corpse when its finally dead.
"Ellie, your hand." I point to her, and she looks down to see a ring of teeth marks aligning around her wrist, blood already dripping down from the gash.
I begin to break down, my only friend is infected and it was all to save me. I curl into a ball, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" "(Y/N), no, I'm fine! Look, I'm immune!" Ellie lifts up her sleeve showing a months old bite mark.
"What.. how?" I look up at her, tears still welling in my eyes. "I don't know how, it just is. But all that matters is that you're okay." Ellie hugs me tightly, I relax in her hold finding comfort in the only friend I have that I don't even notice another set of footsteps approaching.
"Ellie!? Ellie!" A man with a Texan accent comes up rushing to us. An instinctual fear creeps up on me as soon as I see the man, he is bloodied and carrying a shotgun. It is clear he has had some kind of training even before the apocalypse, and him being alive nowadays is enough reason to not fuck around with him. Despite all that, Ellie goes rushing to hug him, seeking protection but all I feel is bad feelings coming from him.
"(Y/N), this is Joel, the man who I was with."
"Hi.." I stammer out the best I can. I don't know if I'm shaking from the cold or in fear.
"Hello," Joel says roughly, he extends his hand to hold my shoulder and I try my best to not wince.
"Ellie said you're comin' with us, so let's get a move on before more trouble comes."
I nod and Ellie locks her arm with mine following Joel further away to my burning home. As we walk, I can't help but question everything.
How did Ellie escape? How is Joel seemingly fine although he was injured and needed medicine? Why do I feel so suspicious of Joel?
More and more questions ambush my thoughts and I can't help but seek confirmation to them.
"Ellie, you never answered my question before on how'd you escape..?" I notice Ellie tighten her grip on me slightly which immediately raises red flags in my head.
"Joel found me."
"Right, but I thought Joel was injured but he seems fine to me." Joel stops leading the way, halting in his tracks.
"You sure ask a lotta questions, kiddo."
"Then give me the answers to them!" I plead, I want to believe Ellie and Joel, to believe I didn't just abandon my community to die by itself. Ellie stammers urging Joel not to say something, but he sighs and says "You really want to know? I was never injured in the first place and I knew Ellie was here for awhile now but we planned an attack today because she wanted you."
"Me? Wait, you killed those people? Most of them did nothing and now they're dead because of you!" Tears are streaming down my face now, my only friend has been lying to me, pleading for me to let her go when she could have done it this whole time.
Joel's eyes darken, "I know, so you better come with us because I didn't do all that shit for nothing!" I back up, trying to plot a run from Joel and Ellie even though I have nowhere to go. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you both!" Ellie suddenly grabs me arms, pinning it to my back. I struggle but the smaller girl is more stronger than me, Joel steps closer, pulling something out of his pocket and WHAM, I feel a pain in my skull and the world fades to black..
a/n: sorry if this is bad and i know it took long, i was struggling with the ending and it also just didn't seem yandere enough? constructive criticism is welcome. also i know joel was just kind of mean in this but i feel he'd be a slow kind of yandere, like he wouldn't start to RLLY care about you until way later but yknow
#soft yandere#yandere#platonic yandere#yandere ellie#yandere joel#yandere tlou#yandere the last of us#the last of us
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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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Greetings From a Damp Basement!
I want to explore a darker writing style, so I made this blog to separate my more disturbing stories from my plain ones.
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your (househusband) roommate, ajax
word count: 1.5K
content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, childe gets called your house husband but you’re not actually married, generally gross stuff (he sniffs your used shirt), it's implied of childe scares away someone else
a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! i lost the original post w/ the basic idea but essentially this is a side au of sagau/self aware genshin where the characters (in this case childe) find their way into your world, but in the process you lose all memories about genshin. i'll be reposting all of the series, but it's also on ao3! part two is here!
when you first learned who your roommate would be, you were exasperated. you’d heard about him before, and you were well aware that he's amassed a reputation of being a trouble maker. you had no interest in getting into trouble, especially not during your first year.
...so you were pretty pleasantly surprised when he turned out to be a total sweetheart.
you’re reminded of that when you enter the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes and yawning. the smell of pancakes wafts through the air, and you can’t even get out a small 'good morning' before ajax is grinning at you and sliding you some pancakes. "don’t wait for me and eat up, okay? I put plenty of love into them, so they should taste great."
you ignore his banter (insisting on waiting for him is a lost battle, you’ve learned) and take a bite. you don’t finish chewing before you sleepily nod.
he laughs good-naturedly. "I’m glad, I’m glad. do you want more?" another drowsy nod has him piling most of the remaining pancakes onto your plate.
he continues chatting with you while you eat and he finishes the batch, though he does most of the talking. as usual, he doesn’t seem to mind your silence too much. once he’s done, he turns the fire off and props his elbow on the counter to stare at you. you don't pay him any mind.
he slides the platter to you the second you peek at it. after having eaten well over two servings you’re not really interested in more though, so you shake your head. "I'm full. aren’t you going to eat any?"
he beams. "aww, were you thinking about me? don’t worry, I already ate." you’re almost certain he didn’t. avoiding the judgemental look that crosses your eyes at his response, he laughs in a way that’d be awkward if it was anyone else. "I’ll put the rest in a tupper then, okay? have them whenever."
he’s taking your plate and putting it in the sink before you can even stand to move it to the dishwasher. you sigh and stick out your tongue at him when he turns to you. "you know you really don’t have to go out of your way do all of this."
he smiles at you. "why not? I enjoy cooking, and you can be my taste-tester." the amounts he feeds you go well beyond that, and he's avoiding the rest of your question, but okay. you should've gotten the message—that it's futile to ask him this kind of question—by now.
while you you face plant into the couch to avoid thinking about anything else, ajax stays in the kitchen, cleaning up and humming some lullaby as he washes the pan and plates. it’s too early to think on this saturday morning. the cushion feels nice and soft against your cheek and you can’t help but burrow yourself further into the pillows.
wait.
you lift your head up, peeking your head out behind the back of the couch.
"the apron is cute."
he nearly drops the pan.
it’s not often that you bring over friends, so ajax insists on cleaning beforehand and serving your group snacks much like a mother hen would throughout their stay.
their two, maybe three if you're pushing it, hour stay. all you’re going to is chat, it’s not like they’re going to be staying overnight or anything.
you sigh but let him do what he wants.
some cookies are laid out by the time they arrive, and he’s hovering around pretty much indefinitely to serve tea or juice.
it’s cute, in a way, but your friends’ teasing is not.
"you know, he’s kind of like your house husband, isn’t he?" your friend comments, leaning over and biting into a powdery cookie.
you try to ignore the way ajax beams. you try to ignore the way he cheers to himself even harder.
"not really..." your weak attempts at rebutting their words make your friends laugh.
the rest of the session goes by normally; you talk about the kinds of things you’d regularly talk about with friends. someone in your group recently received a promotion, and somebody else got fired. somebody gained a boyfriend, another realised she didn’t have the time or energy for relationships not too long ago.
the longer the conversation goes on, the more the chatter becomes background noise as the you retreat to your own world. the drink in your hands gets lukewarm long before you finish it despite your frequent sipping.
when they finally leave, you feel more relieved than you should.
you see them off with a smile, but your head is pounding by the time you sit back down and your ears can finally rest. now that you’re (mostly, ajax is always just kind of there) alone, you can finally have some peace and quiet and relax.
or that’s what you think until ajax leans over the couch, head hovering above yours. "now that they’re gone… would you prefer dinner, a bath, or me?"
you stare at him. he doesn’t move, clearly eager for your answer. eventually, you sigh and gently push his face away. "dinner would be nice."
he laughs, something warm and domestic dancing in his cold eyes. "of course! it’ll be ready soon."
he presses a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving.
you whine, but the space he touched feels tingly even against your own hand.
"ajax."
he drops your wallet, not even attempting to take back the couple hundred bills peeking out. his response is nonchalant, even at his supposed surprise at having been caught by you. "ahh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. look at what I found!"
you stare. at him. at what he’s holding. at your wallet on the floor.
you’re certain you did not have that many hundred bills. you’re going to cry if you find him trying to stuff his money into your wallet again.
"you mentioned liking this, right? I was out earlier and I thought I could get it for you. you know, as a sign of goodwill and all, for being such a great roommate."
a couple months ago, you would have been perplexed. he insists on doing all of the chores and most of the cooking, and he pays most of the bills. is the 'great roommate' status because you’re quiet and don’t host loud parties, or…? you don’t question it anymore at this point.
"ajax."
a couple months ago, he might’ve gotten unnerved by your silence. instead, he pushes it into your hands, a wide grin on face, ruffles your hair and saunters out.
you have yet to find his wallet. despite that, all the cash (and then some) that you’d left on his bedside table or bed has always managed to find a way back to your wallet, so there would probably be little point anyway.
"ah, that reminds me!" he peeks back into your room a couple minutes later. "what would you like for dinner?" the nerve of him to ask this right after he calls you a great roommate…
"maybe some soup?" you say instead.
he smiles, bows, and takes his leave. the apron you called cute a few weeks ago is already fixed onto him.
you sigh, sliding the bills in properly.
wait a second. is that a credit card…?
you were expecting many things when you finally caught him, but him sniffing only your shirt—out of all your available laundry—wasn’t one of them.
"…what are you doing?"
you have never seen him jerk his head as quickly, nor have you ever seen him so red. or speechless.
you both stand there in silence for a few seconds before he blinks rapidly and his breathing becomes ragged. "it’s not—I—it’s not what you think, I swear—"
"okay, whatever." you wave him off. somehow, this doesn’t alarm you as much as it should. "I don’t care what you were doing, don’t do it again."
he nods quickly, considerably less composed than he usually is, and shoves your shirt back into the basket briskly. "also… can you stop leaving your stuff in my wardrobe. I know you know the difference."
"ah, that was…" he’s clearly at a loss for words, not sure how to justify himself after having been caught committing not only one transgression, but two.
you set the clothes of his you were bringing to him down, tempted to just throw them at him.
you swallow your nerves, almost nervously meeting his eyes. "look, I don’t really care, but can you at least leave me stuff like your jacket or sweater? your shirts aren’t really my style."
his breathing hitches again but he gives no response otherwise, so you shake your head and turn to leave. the laundromat room is thankfully empty save for the two of you, something you’re glad for.
as you pass through the door, it occurs to you that the guy who’d been smoking in here hasn’t shown up in a while. now that you think about it, that was the reason ajax had offered to take over laundry duty too...
oh well, it’s of no concern to you, you think to yourself as you make the journey back to your room.
#yandere#yandere x reader#x reader#genshin impact#yandere genshin impact#self aware au#self aware genshin#childe#tartaglia#repost#i think that's all the tags i used last time#HOW DID THE EDITOR GET WORSE IN MY ABSENCE...
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Yandere!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader Part 1
Pairing: Yandere!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
Notes: Reader and Abby are in college, living in the dorms.
Genre: Dark
Warnings: manipulation, yandere, degrading, obsession, hitting, swearing, kissing, crying, angst,
Anything you did was perfect to her. To her you were a perfect little angel after all, her pretty little princess. She couldn’t stand not being with you, she made sure to memorize your class schedule. She knew what time you went where, why you went and who you went with. She had it all down to a T, every step you took she already predicted. But she couldn’t let you know that, in fact she was pretty good at hiding it. She didn’t ask you many questions, didn’t talk much about you outside of seeing you. She never really mentioned you in her conversations, even when people asked about you. She just shrugged and gave a plain answer.
Even though the girls who lived around her made it obvious they wanted her, she didn’t care much. They weren’t worthy of her attention, they were all scum compared to you. She was devoted to you, dreamt about you, thought about you when she ate and drank. No matter where she was, you were on her mind without a doubt. Though it was hard to control herself, she needed some stress relief once in awhile. So she’d hit up one of those girls once every few months, and when she got what she wanted she dropped them. She didn’t need the dead weight holding her down, every path she took led straight back to you anyways. Every step she took was in your direction, no matter where she went. It was like you two were meant to be or something.
You didn’t really think she liked you, she was a known player matter of fact. So why would she like a plain Jane like you? Maybe she did like you, but only to dip right after. It was hard for you to try and understand her feelings towards you. She was so hard to read, cause she acted the same with every other girl she’s been with. But you enjoyed your weekly study sessions, and you liked your get togethers every week she planned. You didn’t really notice the prolonged touches she gave you, or when her hand would “slip” and accidentally grope you every once in awhile. Cause she always begged for forgiveness after, murmuring sweet apologies into your ears. Her sweet tone always swirling and twirling you every which way every time. But you never really knew what to say after, your tongue dancing behind your lips but never uttering a word to her unfortunately.
You and abby had planned to hit up a local frat party this weekend, you had suggested to go out and do something different this weekend rather than hiding away in your dorm room. You were sitting at your desk and curling your eyelashes, your roommate yapping on the phone with her friend. You had on a pink tank top with black Nike flare leggings hugging your thighs. Abby was supposed to meet you outside of your dorms outside, you glanced at the time on your phone and realized you had to be downstairs in 4 minutes. You quickly finished your makeup, packed everything back up and grabbed what you needed before walking out the door.
Abby was waiting outside, scrolling mindlessly on her phone before she heard your sweet voice calling her name. She threw her phone in her pocket and walked towards you as the wind blew through her long brunette hair.
“Heyy y/n…” she voiced to you, her eyes taking in your body. She smirked slightly as she saw your tight outfit, hugging your hips nicely.
“Hii” you replied back, a smile on your face as I looked up at her intently. As soon as she got close enough, her arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer as you two started to walk.
“You look good baby” she sneered down at you, copping a quick feel at your bottom before letting go.
“Hey!” You giggled out as you slapped her hand away and smiled up at her playfully.
“Ok ok sorryyy” she giggled back as you two made your way to the party.
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When you two made it to the front door, you reached to knock before she pulled you back harshly and knocked herself. She held you close to her as you two waited for the door to open, your grip tightening around your waist. A tall guy around the same age as you both answered the door without a shirt on, the loud buzzing and booming of the party inside filling your ears as he looked down at you.
“Abby?” He asked, his eyes narrowing trying to put her face together. You saw the cup of alcohol in his hand, as he leaned on the frame of the door while his mouth hung open obviously absolutely wasted.
“Hey man” she chuckled, dabbing him up and walking into the party with you by her side. The guy stepped away and closed the door behind you, and walked away before yelling out somebody’s else’s name.
The second you walked in the music hit your ears, raving and bashing into your canal as the speakers rang through your ears. Your eyes darted around the room, watching everyone converse and touch one another like nobody else was watching. Abby looked around the room and scoffed at everyone. All in tight little skimpy outfits, the girls all whoring around as usual. It was disgusting to her, everyone feeling up whoever they wanted to. The stench of alcohol hit her senses right away, her face grimacing in disgust. But she washed away that expression off her face right away, her normal fun loving smile replacing it. Her facade she made for you dropped for just a second, but she brought it back right away. Her pearly white canines showing off in her smile, as she smiled down at your unsuspecting delusional form.
“You wanna get a drink?” She asked, pulling you forward and towards the drink table.
“O-oh uhm sure” you replied, surprised from the sudden yank from her. Your feet quickly finding their balance again and following behind her tall physique. You watched as her muscles rippled in her shirt, the shirt hugging her body tightly. Her muscles looked like they were gonna rip through it any second, the veins in her arms and hands pulsating throughout her body and pulling you tightly.
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The room was spinning around you, you had lost Abby about an hour ago. You ran off to the basement awhile ago, your mind was buzzing from how much you’ve drank already. Stumbling and bumping into random things as you climbed up the basement stairs, desperately clinging onto the handles along the staircase. You giggled to yourself at the thought of Abby being worried about where you were, a small hiccup falling from your lips as I smiled and giggled to yourself. You hadn’t planned on drinking this much, but you couldn’t really tell the difference between the bottles. So you just poured random amounts of random drinks into yours, and gulped it down in seconds. Once you finally got up the steps, you let a loud sigh. Relieved you finally made it to the main floor after what seemed an eternity.
You quickly looked up and started to roam around the house for Abby, pushing past random people and squeezing through groups of strangers. You walked upstairs and roamed the hallways, looking in the rooms and in the bathrooms. But you still couldn’t find her, you stopped at the last room and walked in and glanced quickly at the window before seeing a familiar face through it. Your eyes narrowed as you rubbed them and walked closer to the window, your eyes widened abruptly. You watched another girl groping and kissing Abby Anderson, YOUR Abby Anderson. You rubbed your eyes again to try and get rid of the thought, but it wasn’t a thought. It was the reality of it all, Abby was with another girl. Your heart sank as you watched Abby kiss her right back, you watched as her hands groped that girls butt just like she did to you. You didn’t feel special anymore, did she really touch every girl the same way? Did her touch feel the same to every girl she spent the night with, was it really just a relapsed scene she took part in? The heat in your body rises drastically as your throat dried up. You couldn’t pull yourself away from the scene in front of you, it was like you were stuck on a loop. Your eyes watering as you gripped the windowsill tightly, nails digging into the wood. You let out a sharp exhale, tears finally falling from your eyes. Clouding your vision and drowning yourself in your own sorrows.
The sadness seemed to eat and tear away at your heart little by little, ripping the ribs protecting it. Pulling and prodding it’s way in like a disease, ripping your chest open and taking what it wanted. The tears just kept falling, but no sound came out. But you didn’t really understand why this hit so hard, you knew she was a hoe. You knew she did whatever she wanted, because you guys weren’t together. She wasn’t yours, and she never has been.
You were finally able to pull your gaze away from the scene, you let a calm breath. You sat up and looked away as you wiped your tears. You could feel something different simmering inside you, it was hot and heavy. Your fists balling up tightly, you looked back down at her as you watched in disgust as she gripped and rubbed against that girl. You rushed out of the room and downstairs, pushing and weaving people out of your way. You scoffed to yourself as a million thoughts raced through your mind. You rushed outside, your eyes glaring her down.
Abby noticed you eventually and ripped herself away from the girl, she didn’t know what she was doing. It was like that glare from you sobered her up and pierced right through her. She watched as you stormed towards her, a small smirk gliding across her lips. She’d been waited for this, though she didn’t plan for this to happen. Everything was quickly coming together, you’d walk up to her throw a few insults at her face. But she’d quickly calm you down, hold you in place and you’d melt right away.
It wasn’t hard for her to understand your stupid little brain. The way you walked and talked and carried yourself was so easy for her to see what you were, a fucking idiot. She watched as your big girl emotions ate you up inside and spit you right back out. She was amused by the look on your face, the way your features were all scrunched up in fury as you stared her down. Your dumb little brain couldn’t even comprehend what she was on, the wavelength you two were on were eons apart.
“Hey hey…” she cooed from above you, her hands finding yours before you could hit her. She pulled you closer as her large hands intertwining with yours, they were cold but soft. They ran a chill up your spine as you were caught off guard by her calm demeanor, she pulled you in and held you close to her.
You looked up at her as she stared down at you, you couldn’t see what she was doing. Your eyes could only see what was on the outside unfortunately, you couldn’t see the way her eyes gleamed with a predatory glare. You couldn’t understand how her eyes ate you alive, her gaze consuming you slowly.
“N-no you can’t j-“ you yelled at her angrily before you felt her arms wrap around your waist and her face nuzzle into her neck.
You let out a small whimper of surprise as she hugged you tightly, her warm breath hitting your neck as she consumed you. You could feel your heartbeat slow, that hot feeling was gone. Replaced by a lighter and softer feeling growing in your core. It was a good feeling, you let your shoulders relaxed as you felt her lips against her neck.
“You ok?” She asked softly pulling away as she looked down at you, her thumbs rubbing against your waist soothingly. Her voice was so soft and comforting, you felt like you were on a cloud. She’d never been this touchy with you, her touch seemed so kind and innocent.
You looked up at her, your mind thinking a million thoughts at once as you tried to come up with an answer. Your voice caught in your throat as you froze up a little, your mouth left agape.
She smirked down at you and pulled you closer to her so your head was against her chest. Her hand found your head and brushed your hair comfortingly. Her veiny hands skimming through your silky hair, her touch sweet and kind as she held you tightly. Your arms slowly found her waist as tears began forming in your eyes again and your face scrunched up in sorrow. This felt so good, you’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve dreamt about her holding you like this, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“You wanna go home?” She asked sweetly, her hands finding yours and walking out of the yard.
You nodded your head slowly as you looked at the ground and stayed close to her, your grip tight around her hand.
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Part 2 coming next week!
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Ellie Williams, ྀི♡
Yandere Alphabet Headcanons
Along with your blood, sweat and fresh wounds.
Warnings Yandere, Smut, Angst, Blood and Gore, Violence, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Lesbian Sex, ww, Sapphic, Drugged Sex, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Verbal Humiliation, Abuse, Toxic relationship
Also, hey. Dark content. Clearly. Kidnapping and yandere business is never consensual so keep that in mind.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Before Ellie started showing her lovesick tendencies, you'd thought that she was just the type of girl to be possessive over her loved ones, like a protective dog. But the more into the relationship you got the more intense her obsession became.
Insufferably jealous and easily irritable.
During sex she started getting rougher with you, leaving more visible marks across your body with her skilled mouth. Mumbling curses under her breath about how she couldn't bare to lose you, how you were meant to be. How much you meant to her.
"Tell me you'll never leave me angel, say it." she'd urge while two fingers knuckle deep into your sweet pussy, the pussy that belongs to her and her only. Curling them to your G-spot with ease, getting you to the edge with only simple movements.
With the way she blurs your thoughts, head in the stars with the satisfaction of each stroke, you can't get yourself to respond. All that leaves your lips are moans and the occasional call for her name.
Now that just won't do.
She'd grab your chin with her free hand, fingers squeezing your cheeks with a little more force than necessary, "I said tell me, tell me how much you need me." her fingers stop their movement so you can focus on her words better. "Say you'll never leave. Promise."
That night was the first time you saw such a dangerous spark in her pupils, one that spoke volumes about what was about to come.
"I promise, Ellie."
Not like you had a choice in her eyes.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Real messy.
We all know she gets the job done, she is no rookie in the killing game. This is not something new for her, the killing atleast.
But now she has you, she swore to be more careful to not get any unwanted attention from people but it's not her fault that a pretty little thing like you attract the worst kind of pesticides. She won't even dare call them human, just filth. Filth that wants to take you away. Unacceptable. Unforgivable.
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Ellie violently stabs the now completely unrecognizable corpse. Been going at it even after it died. This little piece of shit had its eyes on you. Undeserving little whore that was, thinking it had a chance.
Her angry screams fill the night along with the wet splash of blood everywhere leaving god knows how many stab wounds behind.
Ellie pulls back away, but not without spitting at it for one last time.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Never. You are her sweetheart, her lifeline. The blood that pumps in her veins, it's all for you. The breath in her lungs rushes in for you and her heart beats with the contagious love she carries for you.
But the catch is, she expects the same from you. It's only fair, no? If Ellie is to dedicate her all for you, she thinks you should be doing just the same.
She worships you, quite literally.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Anything thats for your own good, for your own safety. She knows what's best for you, always. The more you deny, the more pervasive and stubborn she'll get, leaving you no freedom left whatsoever.
But in her eyes your freedom belongs to her. Just like how you do too. Her precious baby, all for her to love on, all for her to adore.
She doesn't acknowledge or recognize your autonomy & consent in times like this, yet ask her, she'll deny rape. Afterall, aren't you her sweet girlfriend, soon to be wife, darling, angel? ,,All her's so she doesn't really need to ask.’’
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Ellie is absolutely infatuated with you. We know that, whats new?
She is truly her genuine self with you, shows you all her colors, which also -unfortunately- includes the ugly aspects. Since she loves you this much, why can't you excuse her imperfections? Love her as she is. as the monster she has become
Disinterested and rude as she may be to others, to her angel she is a saint.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Betrayed, confused and scared..? You were supposed to be by her side no matter what. No matter. You promised. Come back. Don't go. Please don't leave.
Was she too overwhelming for you? Was her love too much?
That night she makes her plans for the abduction.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
She isn't playing when it comes to you, she can't have you abandon her. Ellie genuinely believes she's better off dead without you.
Foreshadowing
Oh and don't even try your luck running away, your first few attempts were futile and she had gotten more paranoid and violent after each try, leaving you no choice but hope for someone else to come get you. But Ellie would make sure nobody even knew of you.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Probably first week of the kidnapping, just freshly captured and kept in Ellies basement for the time being, until you accept the shackles your new life, she'd be keeping you safe and sound.. or with no sound with the gags she used on you.
In her defense, you were screaming too much, tch her poor baby. You might just damage your throat and that just won't do. It's for your own well being baby, she swears.
"It hurts me more than it hurts you puppy, you know that."
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The night that she drugged you, once too many times, she'd swore upon her love for you that this would be the last time. Since.. you won't be needing that no more, Ellie had planned this long before but now that it was finally happening, it felt surreal.
But hell, she couldn't keep her promise.
Why'd you have to misbehave so much? Just sit tight and enjoy your new life with her; getting used to it would take time, sure, but she had that in mind when she captured you, giving you some alone time in the basement to.. ehm, cope for a lack of a better word, cope with the loss of your old life, your freedom, your ways of living.
And soon yourself.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
After the difficult first two weeks in the basement with a fit thrown every other day, it was inevitable for your resolve to slowly crumble, shattering into in salvageable pieces like the shards of a broken wine glass; knocked, devastated, broken.
And that's exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She had too many things in mind for you: wife you up, keep you safe in her grasp. Her little doll to do whatever she desired. But planning too far ahead was never Ellies forte, you knew that. Her kidnapping you was impulsive and selfish, and she doesn't regret it one bit.
But for now, she'll just have you all by herself. Keep you naked for her viewing pleasure, her sweet insatiable eye candy you were.
Just sit pretty, thats all you had to do.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Once she feels like you finally accept her and your new life she would start taking you out occasionally, not too much though, and you can't leave her side not even for a second. Ground rules are to be followed, and thats one absolute.
And at days when she felt jealous or envious, sometimes for absolutely no reason, she'd take it out on a complete stranger she claims looked your way weird or stared at you for too long. When she doesn't have anybody else to blame she takes it out on you.
"Baby how could you do something like this to me? Betraying me and my trust like that..?" she'd spit on your face while fingers digging through the sensitive skin of your cheeks, "Is that what you are, bitch? A whore?"
"Ellie please-"
"A fucking whore that tries to seduce anyone she possibly can, and for what huh? All you need is me, don't you get it-!"
With that Ellie has her way with you for the rest of the night. Nose buried deep into your cunt, sniffing in your scent while she sobs as you are too tired to shed more tears. She'd apologize a mantra, yet your body would be too boneless tired and overstimulated to even respond. You'd only be hearing her pleading in tidbits in your state.
sorrybaby sosorrybaby imsosorry iloveyou please pleasedontleave dontleave me please dont leave
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Before the usurp, before she opened your eyes as to what kind of person she truly was, before all the trauma and abuse, when you two were just an unconventionally overloving couple, she'd be constantly on your neck about how other people had their eyes on you and how she wasn't having it. You'd shrug it off with 'they don't matter to me', 'you're the only one for me Ellie.' or 'why does it matter, just ignore them'
At first she'd listen to you, but time pass, and her impulses get heavier to control leading her to murder them, or worse, torture them behind your back. And things would only escalate from there.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Like a primal fucking animal.
Groping your ass every chance she got, one hand one your waist constantly as if something or someone was going to take you away from her.
Hands exploring your inner thighs when sitting together, occasionally going in too deep and settle on top of your crouch, just lets it linger there. Arousal hits your core in times like this, guilt getting harder to swallow with how enticing her touch is, yet her hand doesn't move. Just holds it still as to tell 'this pussy belongs to me' her eyes recite the same story, 'she's mine right? my cunt.'
When she has you naked, fingers in your mound just fingerwarming your wet pussy barely moving and avoiding your clit and leaking hole, only maybe caressing your puffy wet lips if she's feeling generous. Afterall, you were but trouble at times, and she was just giving you a lesson. Patience.
She was doing much more than you deserved, with how ungrateful you were, she was convinced.
But with the way your nails would imprint on her forearms and wrists, her name falling with heavy moans as you whine for your sweet most anticipated release, she'd give in and slide two fingers in, just easily with the way you were creaming all over her palm.
And when your orgasm finally hits, you cry out with so much pent up satisfaction that it would make Ellie hurl. Music to her fucking ears.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Ellie is hardly around people, and if she is, she's stoic and serious. Really not much of a people person, not anymore atleast. The only person she needs is you, anyway. Why would she bother with incompetent fools.
The only time she's around people is when she's out on a deputy, and it doesn't take her long to come back considering she skillfully handles the missions with ease, swift and faithful with the thoughts of you at home. Home. What a foreign concept made possible by you.
But what could be said is, Ellie has an impossible to read Poker-Face. Try as they might, no use. She's a mystery to everyone but you. She shows the real Ellie to you and you only.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Sex. Ellie uses sex both as a gratification and as a punishment. It might sound dubious but really, is the least painful thing she does. Atleast on your end, it makes you feel good even for the shortest of time. Goddamn her and her masterfully talented hands and tongue.
Everytime you cum for her you feel guilty, guilty for feeling good in your situation. Guilty for liking the rape.
Guilty for starting to crave your kidnapper.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
She's certainly patient with you, as long as you don't make a fuss, she'll tolerate you quite fine.
Just.. don't try to leave her, that won't end well.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
You're not going anywhere, she's convinced herself that. Atleast not physically. You're binded to her as long as you live. But what if you die. Then what?
Then she dies too, that simple. If you were killed, she'll seek revenge and pull another Abby hunt before she commits. But more violent this time around, the second time losing someone so close, this close, and now she truly has nothing else to lose.
Her death would be quick and smooth with a revolver to her head. Not wasting any time, she wants to see you again. Maybe in an afterlife. Ellie's never been a believer, she never believed in that kind of stuff, but for you she wants to. She hopes to.
With the pull of her trigger she'd go out effortlessly. Her body going limp with a subtle smile on her lips, ready to see you once again.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Regretting kidnapping you? No way in heaven or hell, that was the best thing she'd ever done, the only right thing -she's pretty convinced - she's ever done.
But after every punishment you receive, the smallest resemblance of humanity left in her twinges. Not enough for her to stop or change her ways though. Just an uncomfortable little shiver up her spine.
She's not ever letting you go.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
All her life, Ellie's been abandoned wether they intended to leave her or not. She'd been left alone for too long, nothing was ever permanent in her life. Every thing and everyone she'd loved and cared for had turned into nothing but a figment of her memories.
... Joel was her breaking point.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
She's conflicted when it comes to this, at one hand it turns her on. She can't really explain why. ever heard of a fetish Ellie? But it also hurts her soul to see you suffer like that. And for what?
For you to get used to her that is. If then, she finds no mean in interfering with that. When it comes to that point of denying her so much that you isolate yourself for days, she knows your resolve is about to break soon.
It's just a matter of time before you fully give in.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Definitely the love and admiration she has towards you. She cherishes you so much to the point that, she would not only kill but die for you.
Do what you will with that information.
But she will certainly be hesitant with the self sacrifice route, since she doesn't want to leave you alone. What would you possibly do if she died?
Especially since she made sure to mindbrand you shamelessly.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
This goes without saying but she truly believes there is nothing more serene than having you under her touch, besides wasn't all the hussle she went through just to have you enough to prove it?
And the worship doesn't stop there, not with the murders or the sex. With her devoting everything she is to you, it's only a matter of time for you to get lost and be over consumed by her lust love.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
You're not aware but she'd been watching you left and right for years. Not making a single mistake in her ways or getting caught.
Never thought she would even end up with you at first, but when a night in the bar had you two all over eachother - definitely not because she spiked your drink, it was all for you she says - and fucking like animals all night she asked you on a date and things progressed.
You were completely oblivious to the fact that this was her plan all along. You only thought of her as a faithful encounter, a one night stand turned into your new girlfriend. But Ellie had something completely different in mind.
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You have no idea how painful it is for her to be away from you, like ever. After Ellie kidnapped you, she still had to work to keep things moving. Which meant being away from home, from you.
Her being away so often left you all alone in the house, resolve broken from the emotional manipulation she'd been doing to you for so long.
In the earlier days of the abduct you had tried to escape, multiple times. But after some time -and a lot of abuse- you'd became completely dependent on her. The plan she had worked wonders, breaking your resolve and keeping you all to herself till the end of days.
Now you just wait for her arrival like a loyal little puppy. Stockholm syndrome so strong that you feel stressed and anxious when she's not around.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Her poor little innocent angel, you don't know any better now, do you? It breaks Ellie's heart to see you hurt, see you so out of it and shattered, but it had to be done.
When she first took you in and you rejected to eat or drink anything, let alone spare her a glance, it became the only option. Had to have you one way or another. Either you'd eventually submit to your new life or she'd have to get you get used to it.
Has to have you to the point of no return in which you feel the constance of time breathing down your neck everytime you're not with Ellie, not under her touch, not near her warmth. Craving her like some drug. Completely dependent on her to feel something, anything.
Then again, she'd much rather not have you go through a single bad experience with her, -that's what she promised, yet..- unless you really push it she'd be as gentle as the night sky.
Just be her sweet escape, the darling she can come back home to, her beloved. It's about time you get used to it by now.
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Dark Platonic Father! Joel Miller x Daughter! Reader
Before the whole apocalyptic thing, your father Joel was protective of you.
He wasn't even that protective of Sarah, he allowed her to do as she wished, but when it came to you sleeping over at a friend's house or hanging out with friends after school.
The answer was always 'No'
He would lock you in the house for days, calling in the school to inform them that you are 'sick'
You thought at first that he hated you, but over time you realized that there is something wrong with his behavior.
But when the virus spread and your sister died, Joel's protectivness turned into a possessive attitude.
Even Ellie and Tess noticed Joel's strange behavior, especially when you told Ellie about the times when he would lock you up just for disobeying him.
Knowing very well, that your father will strip more of your freedom away, you decided to set up a plan...
...to run away while he is busy fighting.
Yeah, that didn't end well, because Joel managed to find you in the end.
"How did you know that I would be here?"
Joel only points towards your necklace.
Only to realize that there has been a tracker inside of the necklace the whole time.
The look on his face made you realize one thing.
That you will never be able to escape except through death.
But you are bound to stay with him until then.
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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.
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i saw in your considering fandoms you have tlou 👀 can i ask for yandere joel concept?
Of course! I love his character :) I keep feeling these concepts are too short but I hope it's a good length :(
Yandere! Joel Miller Concept
(The Last Of Us Part 1 - Game)
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Manipulation, Dubious/Forced relationship, Forced family dynamic, Slight possessive behavior, Threats.
Joel is a yandere that can be intimidating to deal with... or really sweet.
He started as a very caring father and became more pessimistic and cruel due to the infection taking over the town.
He's had to kill before and is honestly desensitized to the act at some point.
Joel would try to distance himself from his darling at first.
The existence of you and Ellie taps into emotions Joel wishes he could ignore.
Truthfully, as a yandere, Joel still yearns for a family deep down in this infested world.
It's just that Joel also has the fear of losing another family as a yandere.
He's seen how quick people are to kill, if not then there's always the infected that could hurt you.
Joel is a yandere that's driven on desire and paranoia.
His yandere behavior would be Obsessive, Cruel, Overprotective, Caring, Manipulative, and Controlling.
He's a blend of being ruthless yet also merciful.
When you first attempt to work with him he comes off as cold.
He tells you to defend yourself and isn't easy on you.
The man is on edge, especially with having to escort Ellie.
Joel has trouble having close connections with people due to how the world has turned out.
Affection, love, romance... all of that is tucked away in favor of survival.
Joel's obsession would creep in the longer he's around you and Ellie.
I say 'and Ellie' as she ends up softening Joel's emotions, allowing the obsession to take place.
Due to Ellie reminding Joel of how it was like to be a father, he becomes more willing to give his darling a chance.
His obsession is still trouble, however.
Joel's obsession with you would progress similar to how he warms up to Ellie throughout the game.
This journey puts you both in a lot of life or death situations... Joel gets attached through them.
You notice his change of heart when he starts being a bit more light-hearted towards you.
It starts with Ellie, you think he's just learning to be nicer because she's so young.
Then he starts tending to you... asking if you're okay and frantically checking your skin for bites or holes.
Joel would begin to come off as sweet towards you.
You can crack jokes with him and he'll laugh instead of scowling.
The moments of down time you get are spent on making weapons, eating rations, yet also sharing chatter instead of silence like it used to be.
It's an expected change.
When Joel shakes off his more nihilistic shell you feel you can connect with him more.
When you're around a group enough, they grow on you.
Like a fungus.
Ellie herself feels she likes how Joel feels towards you compared to the arguments you'd have over various topics before.
Instead of tolerating each other... you look like a great pair.
Ellie makes the joke that you two look like you're dating, it's taken as a joke by all of you... but it's unnervingly close to the truth of Joel's feelings.
A common theme with yandere Joel, romantic or platonic, is his yearning for family.
When he sees you and Ellie together... it makes him think he has a chance at a new life.
Which feeds the obsessive desire of sharing this dream with you.
Joel tends to be focused on you and Ellie's safety, yet cruel to others.
You know his past... you know he's killed... and you think everytime someone takes a bullet or bat to the face it's to protect you.
For the most part, it is, like with the infected.
Towards sentient humans? Joel takes a crueler side.
If you were ever shot, Joel tends to get rid of the threat with overkill.
It's enough to shoot them, but it's too much to smash their skull.
He claims it's to prevent infection... you doubt it.
Joel is overprotective, it's first seen when he obsessively checks for wounds.
You start to see it as a problem when he doubts your ability to protect yourself without him.
You go from getting along back to tension at times....
You take offense to this which leads to more arguments.
You haven't fought in awhile and it's surprising when it happens
His care was great until he made you feel like you can't be alone.
It's a manipulation tactic due to his paranoia.
He may not even realize he's doing it at first, yet even when he does he doesn't stop.
Imagine if he used Ellie against you?
You both care for her... where would you go if you left them?
Joel can either be intentional or unintentional with his manipulation.
Wouldn't you be scared they'd get hurt?
Or if you tried to leave him with Ellie? How would you defend yourself without him?
He can do it with or without malicious intention, essentially.
His manipulation of you is used to keep you by his side.
Although he is also capable of threatening others to get them to leave you all alone.
While Joel tries to appear as a caring lover to you and caring father towards Ellie, he doesn't mind using intimidation towards those who threaten his little family delusion.
Joel is a character and yandere who would be dubious with his morals.
That's what this world does to him... playing nice is rare.
Joel tries to make you understand his obsession through this reasoning.
He kills to protect you.
He obsesses over you because he loves you.
It's a poor excuse yet a reasonable one in the era you all live in... to an extent.
You try to encourage him to be better... yet it feels pointless.
Nothing can get rid of his sins....
Joel confessing is a troubling topic for you.
You care for Joel... but is a relationship going to work?
But Joel takes back his word, and with desperation, asks you and him to be together.
He said it himself... it's dangerous.
Not only because death lurked every corner... but you begin to distrust Joel and his intentions.
He promises to be a good man for you... a good father for Ellie...
He wants a new start and he can tell... deep down... you probably wish the same, right?
Joel truly wants to care for you and Ellie... like a family should.
Joel is a yandere who sways between being a sweet and caring man for his darling, and a paranoid monster who argues and forces you and others to listen to him when his control snaps.
All you see, however, is the amount of blood on his hands and his deep rooted controlling nature, a man lead solely by paranoia.
Joel will be patient for your decision...
Although you have a feeling there's only one choice for you in the end.
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Yan John is the kind of mf who throws out tests for you. Some are to see if you’re still in love with him, others are just silly little schemes to get reassurance. He “casually” mentions how goofy his bedhead looks and then stares at you like “if only someone would brush it for me.. if only 🥺”
yan john I love that sm!! and ABSOLUTELY HE DOES.
and he almost always needs an over the top or expressive answer. he's so close to being manipulative, if not he is already. he isn't an innocent sweet baby, dude works at evil incorporated!! /lh
sometimes he wants you to pity him. he might exaggerate parts of his childhood or school life so he can get some extra attention, or complain about a somewhat faked pain or ailment so you'll do something for him.
he's definitely the type to try and guilt you via message like "okay...if that's what you really want..." overusing the hell out of ellipses.
I saw a piece of fanart that gave the headcanon he will fake cry to trick people and YES I endorse that headcanon.
I can imagine he did it once just to see what you would do, and when you immediately tried to console him, he couldn't help but keep at it.
when you ignore his texts (you're too busy to reply) and he hears your keys jingling as you try to unlock the front door, he'll immediately put on the water works so you ask him what's wrong, comfort him, and worry about him. to him, love is worry.
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Yandere!Ellie x female reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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No I won't take judgement when half of you simp for serial killer men in masks.
Warnings: Drugging, needle mentioned,Abduction,lack of autonomy, hunger strike, no sex but overall dark content.
You tried, you went through with your plan. You went on a hunger strike. Refused your meals, watched them rot in the corner of your room. Well, Ellie's room to be exact.
You hadn't left this room for who knows how long, you tried to get out but nothing was in your favour, the only thing you could do is reject the only sane thing Ellie did for you. Feed you.
Ellie knew you were doing this when you defiantly stuck your nose up at her despite being at her feet, plate in her hand, soon lowering for you. You refused, and she crouched down to your level and held your chin firmly, "Eat." She said in a quiet voice, but you could hear it was a demand rather than a plead.
You didn't. Despite Ellie's hopes that it was some petty performance and when she'd leave the hours would tick by and you'd cave.
Spoiler, you didn't.
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And that is why as the days have gone by you stare outside the window, sunlight peeking through the wooden panels nailed from the outside of it, all to prevent you escaping. On the comfy navy blue bed you lay, motionless and tired, so, so very tired.
When you had first seen the IV drip needle in her hand you flipped your shit, she wasn't going to make you a prisoner in your own body, forced to be healthy for her. You screamed her at her calling her a monster, none of which stopped her from taking the safety cap off the needle tip.
You were weak and you could only fight her for so long, your dizzy head collapsed against the pillow and the needle went in with ease. A long slender hand caressing your stomach reassuringingly as you lay helplessly to her affection.
After 2 days and she went to change the drip again, you asked for no more, she left the room maybe a silent way of saying ok? She walks in with a plate, gestures it to you and watches you intently as she sits on the bed.
She sees the annoyance in your eyes, and pushes the plate closer to you, " Eat baby" She smiles, you sulk at her but comply as she lifts the fork to your mouth.
"Atta girl keep going" She chuckles, suppressing her inner victory as much as possible.
Fuck, you are never getting out of here.
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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
#Yandere#Yandere Joel Miller#Joel Miller#the last of us joel#TLOU Joel Miller#tlou#tlou2#the last of us#The Last of Us 2#the last of us fanfic#joel x reader#joel miller fanfic#the last of us joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#Joel Miller x Fem!Reader#Joel Miller headcanon#TLOU headcanon#headcanon#reader insert
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Our blood stains the future and my tortured senses
Yandere!Ellie Williams, | chp, i.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ After your mental decline and inevitable psychological collapse, Ellie gives you a taste of your new life, and whats more to come.
warnings. Smut, Porn With Plot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Kidnapping, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy. Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Lesbian Sex, ww, Sapphic, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality Stockholm Syndrome,
a/n: finally out omg,,, chapter zero (of sorts) is here
Ellie knew she didn't have any other choice one way or the other, when the time came, she'd have to do it. Take you away, keep you somewhere safe from all that could harm you.
The musky, airless basement never felt this claustrophobic since your arrival; getting you to the edge with never ending panic attacks where you'd hold yourself back not to hyperventilate much and use up whatever breathable air was left in this hell hole. Lack of oxygen in your lungs making you feel dizzy and weaker than you already felt.
You were sick and hungry, enraged and betrayed. Cheeks stained with your dried tears, nose runny and mouth dry. It was a cold night. Fear and hunger getting the best of you.
How long has it been since Ellie, the girl you thought was the love of your life, the girl who couldn't dare hurt a single hair on your body had kidnapped you?
Days? Weeks? Years even? You've lost your sense of time here in this basement. The only thing you know for sure is that you lost the strength in you. At first you'd fight back, scream, refuse to eat or drink. Not speaking to her whatsoever, denying her of everything. Not even sparing her a glance.
Ellie was calm and collected throughout this entire process. Even to your surprise, since you know how violent and outraged she got when frustrated.
And oddly she wouldn't do anything to you against your will, at first atleast. Seemingly waiting for your outbursts and meltdowns to come to an end, then she'd strike.
Resolve fully broken, half conscious laying down on the cold concrete of the pit you dare call a basement, with the occasional visit of Ellie to check up on you to see if you're okay. Well shit you're not. Not since the day of your arrival.
You don't even remember her previous visits down, how she'd inject you of something after you completely reject any kind of supplement or food from her, or how she'd try to talk you out of your 'stubbornness' and how you needed to 'accept things as they are now'.
Nightmares and hallucinations, your mind must've been playing tricks on you with the isolation and your situation doing numbers on your mental. Seeing visions from the corner of your eye and waking up screaming in the middle of.. you don't even know. Going through psychosis while your brain blocks out the memories of your stay here from how harsh they had an affect on you, well naturally.
You don't remember anything she has told you throughout her visits or even when you had first opened your eyes to this place. It's all in a haze, memories foggy and grey. Dozing off whenever she tries to speak to you, closing off your senses as a defense mechanism.
Which, also near blocked your good memories with her, your past normalcy and happiness.
You felt dirty, head to toe. Not only by your physical state but your mental and psychological state too. How could she dehumanize you like this?
This couldn't be love, how could it ever be. But you were starting to believe it was.
-
Ellie knew she didn't have any other choice and one way or the other she'd have to do it. Take you away, keep you somewhere safe from all that could harm you.
It broke her heart too, seeing you in pain like that. But she had to, for your own good. It's all because she loves you and wants to protect you, wants you on her side forever. She just loved too much, cut her some slack. As if.
She gave you the alone time that you needed to accept your new circumstances, gave you her patience and her time too. Knew you'd crumble at one point. Come crawling back to her like you always do.
Ellie unlocks the trapdoor leading downstairs, to the basement, to your prison, coming in to do her daily check in. You were at your usual spot curled up, fingers cold and your skin an unhealthy pale yellow.
Walking towards you with the daily syringe of supplements, she kneels before your corpse-like spent body. You feel her presence and the movement, making you jump up -with much or less what energy you got left- but instead of pushing her away or kicking your feet, tears dwell your lash line. Tired. Worn out.
What would standing against this do you any good? You had no resistance left.
And guess, it was about time you get out of that shell now. Took you long enough, 5 weeks to be exact, but she'd happily wait five more if it means to be with you forever afterwards.
Her hand reaches out to cup your left cheek, you don't pull away. Shivering under her still perfectly intimate touch, even after everything she's done, still as warm as the day you fell in love with her for the first time.
”Oh angel..” you sniffle as her thumb soothingly caresses your chin. Softly nuzzling against her palm, you let loose a sob. A single tear roll down your cheeks, then one more, and more.
”Ellie,“ you sniffle between each word, ”Ellie I'm so exhau– sob `m so exhausted, please,“
Weary eyes settle on her relieved and content ones, almost like a puppy finally getting it's much anticipated treat. Restless nights has finally paid off.
”Come here,“ she pulls you into her arms, squeezing you tight almost as if you could slip away from her grasp, ”finally decided to be good now, princess?“
You nod your head like a makeshift bubblehead, ”Please.. please,“ almost like you were at the brink of another mental collapse- as if there was anything left to break down, all was in ruins anyway.
Her nose buried into your neck, feeling you all so close. Even though you smell like rust, dried blood and sweat, even your foul odor relaxing her muscles. Your filth wasn't something she was repulsed by, seen and felt way worse anyway. You were her divinity, every aspect of you was flawless. Even your perfect imperfections.
She pulls away after remaining like this for some time, then pushes your greasy unkept hair behind your ear and softly whispers, ”I'm so glad baby, so so glad honey.“
Feeling lightheaded by her breath hot on your face, soon you find yourself pressed against her wet mouth, lips warm and soft against your chapped dirty ones. You let her guide your lips, losing yourself in her touch, not even realizing how drowsy you've been getting. Slowly feeling yourself slip away. Passing out on her arms
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
-
The distant but close sound of still water and the warm embrace of the bathtub pick at you to open your eyes, faintly. Lids still half closed you try to make out whats going on, why it is so calm and why do you feel so euphoric.. Did you die, was this heaven?
Slightly making out the delightful shine of light wherever you were, it wasn't dim like that fucked up jail of room. Nor did it smell bad of rot and old spices. It smelled like a spring breeze when the sun shined brightest in a vogue haze.
The tender bosom of it's flow making you hazier, all the worries gone without question. Where were you anyways? You didn't give much thought to it though. Instead with heavy arms you moved your fingers through the water, a smile tugging at your face. You felt like a little baby, your head felt fuzzy -almost inebriated- until you finally noticed Ellie.
You were so out of it that you didn't even realize she was there all along. Her hands were busy with some materials -yet, you didn't give much thought to that either. Maybe unable to do so would be a better way to put it.- Soon she turned back to you, hands full with hygiene products and brushes. A razor and some cotton too. Softest towels you could ever find in a place like this. Pretty.
Your head falls to the side, pouting lips opening involuntarily. You look at her with your weary but rather relaxed eyes. Her eyes meet yours in a spark, kneels before the tub and puts her palm to your cheeks.
Neither of you spoke, but for different reasons. You felt defeated, weak, feeble... She was excited, stoked to finally have you give in.
Soon, she puts some of the lotion to the bath water with the droplet, then puts the shampoo bar in her hand and gathers up enough to massage it to your scalp. Her hands were gentle. She was going easy on you, slowly washing your hair so then she can continue to care for your other needs.
That must be then where you fell asleep again, she couldn't blame you. You needed rest. A lot of it.
-
When you wake up, you felt the gentle touch of the back of her index finger caressing the apple of your cheek. You flutter your lashes and mildly bat them to open your eyes to her. Seeing the contagious smile on her lips makes you question everything you went through. Was she still the Ellie you knew and loved, your Ellie that you adored oh so much? You felt crazy for thinking that.
"Morning angel, slept well?"
You get yourself higher with your elbows, looking at her curiously. She was acting as if none of that even happened. Maybe making you feel strange for still tugging on the past. Your face sours a little, getting uneasy at your own thoughts.
Ofcourse Ellie notices "Shhh," she mutters almost to pacify you, "You're okay now, with me." her calloused hands find the small of your back and pulls you close, laying you down on top of her.
"Ellie-"
You were really too sweet for this world, a naive little girl, a little bunny in a dirty and dangerous world that would prey on you. Hurt you and take you away from her. She nodded to herself about taking you, convinced she did the right thing.
"Angel?" she leaves a small kiss to the crown of your head while her thumb drew circles to your skin.
You could hear her heartbeat from laying directly on top of Ellie, head to her chest. You look up, she drops a peck to the tip of your nose. You felt dizzy and complaint. Must be the drugs.
Everything was happening way too fast.
"I made you breakfast."
"T-thanks.." Breakfast meant another dose of meds, her service meant payback.
Ellie's hands trail lower, holding onto your ass. She had dressed you in Satin, they were oversized. She tugged at your shorts to pull them higher, revealing your buttcheeks. You felt the cameltoe of its material on your folds with her yank, no underwear. Ofcourse.
A small gasp escapes your lips when her hands slide inside the confines of the material to grope your butt, each hand kneading your ass inside your shorts.
"Ellie,–" feeling hot all over, you groan. Pretty sure you weren't supposed to be getting aroused by your kidnapper. But you were a simple girl.
Her hands continue their exploration, middle and ring finger finding your slit and teasing your hole, making you involuntarily rise your ass to meet her hand and open your legs wider. You try to hold in the breathy moans trying to escape you, yet fail.
You yelp when she turns you on your back and sets you down to the mattress, caging you over with her arms at either side of you. Wetness had started to pool on the material of the shorts already, giving a darker stain on its faucet.
She leans in to kiss you and you reciprocate, tongue and spit covering your lips, her hands undoing the buttons of your top to leave you bare. Once the fabric is off you feel the cold air hit you, making your nipples hard and sensitive. You felt so needy and aroused, one part of you wanted to believe it wasn't because of her drugging you but because you genuinely wanted this. A girl can dream.
Her kiss deepened while she pawed at the elastic waistband of your shorts to lower them and reveal your pussy that she missed oh so much. You help her take it off, once removed she forces your legs apart and dips her head down to your tits, suckling and nibbling at your nipples, leaving kisses along your areola and biting down hickeys to the fat of your breasts.
She was purposefully avoiding your aching cunt, puffy lips ready to be played with. But she wanted you to know how much you needed her. Your want for her tenfolding with her tease and shunning.
"Ellie please,-" that's been the only words you've been uttering, funny enough.
"Please what, angel? Use your words with me." She stops her attack on your tits "Let me hear you say it."
You gulp down your dignity, if any was left to begin with. "Need you to take care of me.. down there, please–"
"Down where?" her hands settle down on your thighs still keeping them apart. She never breaks eye contact.
Taking a deep breath, "My p-pussy, please- Need you to play with my pussy s-so bad."
"Good girl."
With that she spits at your pussy, not that you needed it, you were as wet as it gets. Pussy so eager it would cream on her abductors hands.
She uses her knees to keep you apart while one hand lands on your mound and the other holds the side of your waist. Fingers graze your wetness and tease your clit lightly, not giving you enough friction whatsoever.
You whine and she decides to not make you wait any longer, thumb firmly caressing circles to your clit and two fingers aligned at your fluttering hole.
"Missed your sweet pussy, baby." without warning she shoves to digits into your pussy, two knuckles deep, then to the hilt, works you open with her fingers. Your slick making it all the easier.
"Missed it so much," leans in and gives you a sloppy open mouthed kiss, tongue urging itself in. You accept her intrusion, embrace it and take it on.
Fingers find the mushy spongy spot deep and played with it, making you cry out and tremble under her. Turning you into a moaning mess in no time. She was playing you like a puppet. And you happily obliged.
"So good, Ellie so good please don't stop–" you beg, eyes watering from how much you feel, you've been locked down for too long that you missed touch. Missed pleasure.
Her hands take up the pace, moving in and out of you faster, you push down on your heels and crumble the sheets under your clenching nails, digging down and mouth agape, you'd almost start drooling.
She pushes you over the edge with one more stroke to your clit and you cum instantly, either because you haven't had a orgasm in months or a good one ever because this one feels euphoric. Overwhelming.
She doesn't stop though, riding through your orgasm with an even faster pace, making your already oversensitive pussy throb with overstimulation. Making you moan, hard.
She pulls her fingers out but not before earning a breathy whine from you and gathers your slick juices on her two fingers, raising them up to her lips and giving it a kitten lick but stopping herself from sucking it, instead she looks down on you and decides you should have the honors.
"Baby, come here" she leans into you, squishing your cheeks together and forces your lips into a deeper pout, expecting you to open your mouth.
"Open up, say aah." And you do so, obviously. Cause you are a good little girl for her, aren't you now?
She slides in her two fingers that were inside of you, slick with your juices which you greedily suck on, tasting yourself on her fingers.
Once you're done, she pulls her hand away, your lips and her fingers linking with a trail of saliva.
"Good job baby," Then she laps at your lips and mouth, feeling all of your slick from all over your body at once. When she pulls away you are a boneless mess.
Lovestruck, addicted.
Guess this is your life now, not so bad is it?
#i plan to make this like five chapters#also i'll probably make oneshots of yan!ellie unrelated to this series#ellie williams x female reader#yandere ellie williams#lesbian#ellie williams x reader#ellie x you#ellie williams x you#ellie williams smut#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#yandere#cece writes ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
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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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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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