#heartpascal

[heartpascalispunk]

SNL and Pedro Pascal Transform ‘Mario Kart’ Into ‘The Last of Us’

[gracieheartspedro]

I reblogged this to ensure I didn’t lose it or forget to read it. and god damn, i’m so glad I did. this brought me to actual tears. the grief is so palpable.

you’re an incredible writer and this is fuckin’ art. this is probably one of my favorite pieces on tumblr. thank you for sharing this with us. just wow.

fight the tide

▹— joel miller x platonic!reader

▹— summary: you face the consequences of going to seattle

▹— a/n: hello, this ended up being different to what i had planned. i hope yall enjoy anyway. its very angsty. very sad. at least to me. be careful with what you read. mind the warnings. love you.

▹— warnings: MAJOR TLOU 2 SPOILERS, suicidal ideation, or thinking about dying, almost hoping to die, major character death (referenced), canon-typical violence, eg murder, descriptions of blood / being covered in blood, kinda religious imagery / talks of divinity (no explicit religion mentioned), hints at a possible romance with jesse

▹— taglist: @rhymingtree @sleepygraves @wnstice (everything!) @auggiesolovey @just-kaylaa @evyiione @lemonlaides @fariylixie0915  @faceache111 @randomhoex @canpillowscry @pedropascalsrealgf @star-wars-lover @coolchick333 @soobsdior @rvjaa @sunflowersdrop @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear @miss-celestial-being (pedro)

MASTERLIST

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Setting off from Jackson was a distant memory, by now. It was hazed over, an image in your mind that didn’t seem to fit into reality, no matter how you tried it.

The past few weeks didn’t seem real to you, either.

More than once, you had found yourself waiting to wake up. As if all of this could be some sort of bad dream. A nightmare that you couldn’t escape, no matter how many times you pinched and clawed at yourself, trying to figure out how to prove that this wasn’t real.

Because, really, how could it be? This world, this city, it didn’t feel like it could be true. You didn’t feel like you, and this certainly didn’t feel like it was your life. Wherever you looked, the terrain showed the aftermath of a rampage.

Bodies strewn across the ground, puddles of red dripping down curbs, down cars, down buildings, down your hands. It was beneath your fingernails, caked into your hair, drying on your clothes. For a moment, you thought it was yours. It was the only plausible reason for why you were feeling so empty, wasn’t it? The only explanation for why your heart felt as if it would burst at any given moment.

This rampage was an act of such violence, such rage, it seemed unfathomable to you. You couldn’t remember a time where you had felt something so deeply that it presented as destruction. As a massacre.

That was the word for this, too. Massacre. All of these bodies were once people, once held love and life and the ability to hurt and kill others, just as you did. And when you looked closer, when you looked at their guns and their knives, the bows and the arrows, you knew they had been trying to kill you.

It made sense.

You didn’t want it to, but it did.

These people had tried to kill you, had tried to slaughter you, and they had ended up dead for it. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, either. Joel had killed more people than you could count, just for the crime of trying to bring you harm. It made sense that he would do it again.

“Joel?” You called, your voice echoing in the empty surroundings, bouncing off of bodies and weapons, off of the tangible feeling of death that hung in the air.

Your chest was heaving, breath entering and leaving your lungs so rapidly that it didn’t have time to supply the oxygen you so desperately needed. You hadn’t noticed how unsteady your breathing was, until you had spoken, until you had called out for Joel. It made you feel dizzy, all of a sudden, like everything was hitting you all at once.

For a moment, you didn’t notice that he hadn’t answered you.

But his silence lingered, and the only thing you could hear through it was the sound of your own panicking breaths.

That feeling from earlier — the one of your heart, which had been feeling as if it would burst at any given moment, revealed itself as a choked sob. It jumped out of your throat when you opened your mouth to call for Joel again.

Your devastation didn’t register, for more than a moment. Until you remembered why you were here, why there was a gun in your hand, empty of ammunition. When you looked around, you didn't find Joel. Instead, all you found was blood and death and your machete lay on the ground, a dent in the grass, covered in blood and gore.

There was something hanging over your head, something which felt as if it was holding your head underwater. It felt like the water was forcing its way down your throat, into your lungs, filling them up until all you could do was choke, heave on the lack of breath. Your head was exploding, pressure against the sides of your skull, pushing out, out, out, like a fungus was bursting through you. Only the vague feeling of your hand pressing against your head reassured you that you weren’t Infected.

The memories flashed before your eyes, distorting the image of destruction ahead of you, filling your mind with reality. Joel. Cracked skull, insides out. The unrelenting taste of iron on your tongue, your teeth. Getting on a horse in Jackson, and leaving. Fighting your way through Infected, people, even past Tommy. All in your search for vengeance, for Abby.

And all it had led you to was before you, laid out in death.

Did this make you a monster? Was it evil? You’re not sure if you believe in such a thing anymore, but if you did, you think it would look like a woman, braided hair, golf club raised in the air. But there’s this nagging feeling at the base of your skull, asking you, are you better?

You don’t know what it means. Are you better? Than what? Because of this? You want to ask Joel, but when you turn, he’s still there. Still lay out on concrete, skull scattered around the room, blood staining your skin.

It’s all you can think of. It’s all you can see. Even in the bodies around you, the people that you killed, you see a flash of white, a splatter of blood, and it’s all Joel. There’s the imprint of his boot in the grass, the sound of his voice in the wind, but the only heartbeat you can hear is your own.

Your knees press into the grass, and you stain your jeans with blood, but it feels soft. Softer than the concrete in that basement, softer than the frozen dirt in front of his gravestone. It’s welcoming, or something like it, and your heart aches with it.

A sound breaks through the air, pierces through the air that carries Joel’s voice, and it takes you more than a moment of your throat aching to realise it’s you. And there’s disappointment in that, you realise, that the only person here is you. Nobody is here to kill you, and nobody is here to protect you.

The sound coming from you doesn’t sound like your voice, doesn’t have any familiarity to you. It doesn’t convey words, but rather something harsher, something deeper, a sound which traverses language and time. It breaks these barriers, and empties the chest of something ancient, something eternal.

It wavers as time passes, it comes and goes, much like your recognition. Sometimes, you’re here, belting out something that doesn’t fit into words, and then you’re there, screaming out for mercy that never comes. And all you can hear is Joel, and he’s yelling at you, to you, but you can’t tell what he’s saying.

All you can see is his lips spelling something that he couldn’t say, that you couldn’t translate. You want to tell him you love him. You want to scream at him for going down there. You want him to pull you away from these corpses, but he can’t, and neither can you.

No matter how hard you try, there’s nothing you can do to pull yourself up, to overcome that weight that continues to drown you. It presses down on you until your nose is against the grass, and all you can smell is iron and dirt.

You stay there, one palm pressed against the machete that had been resting on the ground, the other gripping the dirt, for what seems like eternity. There’s no escape from it, nowhere you can turn to pull yourself from this mourning, this hell. And you know that nobody is coming to save you.

It sends a chill down your spine — tingling and bringing feeling back to limbs that had long-since turned numb, the realisation that you are going to end up just like Joel.

Here, against the ground, reduced to something less than human.

And — like Joel — there’s no fighting it.

If Abby approached, golf club raised to the heavens, you would accept it. You would welcome it.

Because surely, whatever would be waiting you, it would be better than this. This endless moment of suffering, of pain and grief so deep it encompasses your whole being. You wonder—hope that Joel would be waiting for you.

You feel guilty, a moment later, because you know that Joel deserves to rest—whatever that meant. And you also know that he had never done that, when he was around you. It was selfish to hope for him to be waiting for you, to hope that he would put whatever was awaiting him on hold, all for you.

Joel had been waiting to die for a long, long time.

Ever since Sarah.

And that fact sends a fresh wave of guilt through you, as if you could hold on to any more emotion, because Sarah was his daughter. She was everything he had wanted, since the moment she was born. And he had been waiting to join her. He had waited for Tommy, for Tess, and then for you and Ellie.

Maybe, Sarah sent Abby for him.

Maybe she got tired of waiting for her dad, whilst he feigned dad for two orphans, left alone in the bitter end of the world.

You try to think of her like that. Some sort of angel, a gift sent from Sarah, all to give Joel the mercy of death. To give him the easy way out. Because Joel didn’t have a choice about dying, Abby had made sure of that, so he couldn’t feel an ounce of guilt for leaving you and Ellie and Tommy to pick up the pieces, to carry his body home to an empty house, a dip in the earth.

It made sense to you, somehow.

Abby seemed so… unmovable.

She was like the force of nature. Nothing you, or Joel, or anyone, had done would’ve stopped her from doing what she did.

If you thought of her like this, as something divine, something above yourself, it was easier. It was easier to forgive yourself for failing to stop her, and now, for failing to end her.

But it also makes the guilt so much heavier.

And you don’t know how you can carry it, anymore.

Because if she was that, if she was something like a divine intervention, then you were doing everything that Joel had never wanted, for nothing. This, right here, this explosion of death, this blood, staining your hands, was what Joel had tried to steer you away from.

He didn’t want you to turn out like him.

Angry, burned, covered in blood.

Monstrous.

He was covered in the scent of stale blood, of death so old it had decayed to nothing, to earth and ash and life reborn. He was stained with it. Distorted by it. It had made his vision red, for as long as he could remember.

Joel didn’t want that for you.

Joel didn’t want you to end up here, knelt in the grass, drenched in blood and sweat, in guts and gore and everything wrong with this world.

And there’s even more guilt in that knowledge. You’re disappointing him. You can practically hear his voice ringing through the air, asking you what you were doing, why you were doing it. You could hear him telling you that he’s not worth all of this. It hurts that you can’t tell him otherwise. If he was here, you could have screamed at him, told him he was worth everything. But he’s not.

How do you carry that around with you? How can you? Are you supposed to drag the weight of Joel’s dead body behind you for the rest of your life?

He would tell you to let him go. He would tell you to live your life. But Joel had never really understood just what he meant to you, to everybody. He could never quite grasp the concept that he was loved, that he was one of the reasons you got up in the morning, one of the reasons you always fought to go home.

The problem is—you don’t want to let him go.

Your hand curls around the grass beneath it, sticky with blood, as if you could physically hold on to him. More than anything, you’re worried about losing the memories. If you let go of Joel, if you let his death fade to the back of your mind, would his life follow? Would you start to forget everything he had done for you? Everything he had meant to you?

Would you forget the sound of his laughter? The smile that only appeared on occasions, which lit up his entire face? The hug he greeted you with when you came home after a particularly hard day? The embarrassing talk he gave you about liking people your age? The feeling of having a father?

If you could, you would stay in those memories forever.

A ghost in your own past, haunting the man who had gone somewhere you couldn’t quite bring yourself to follow. You would go through all of that, the good and the bad, all over again, if it meant you could stay with Joel. Because despite everything, all of the things you had lived through, Joel Miller had become your home.

How could he expect you to let go of that? How could you be okay with that? After the life that you had led, you deserved to go home. It was hard not to resent Joel for expecting you to be okay with letting him go—divine intervention or not.

And you know, that if the tables were turned, if it were you who had been buried, if it was Joel who was here right now, he wouldn’t let you go. He would hunt Abby down, and he would make her suffer for what she had done, because Joel Miller was a force of nature, too.

Either way, he would have to find her.

So, shouldn’t you?

You think that you need to know. You have to find out if she’s this unearthly being that you have made her out to be. You need to know if you could’ve stopped her. If Joel could be alive, right here, right now.

There’s something so poetic about it all, you think.

Maybe, if you were in a better headspace, you could’ve figured it out. But really, what use was poetry in this world?

You’re working up the courage, the ability, to move, when you hear the footsteps crunching gravel just behind you. They’re heavy, purposeful, and you realise you’re still weeping, still screaming out for someone who can’t come. You think—hope—that this is Abby, here to put an end to this suffering. To these unending questions.

But there’s a warm hand against your back, a moment later, and no golf club swung at your skull.

“I’ve got ya, kiddo.” A voice says to you, hands grasping your shoulders, the twang of an accent so familiar that you’re reaching out, eyes closed, waiting for the person to reach back. When they do, your eyes open, but it’s not who you thought it was. You hadn’t died on this grass, and Joel wasn’t here to get you. Instead, Tommy stood in his place, his hands cleaner than your own.

When you look around, you wonder if you’re the monster that people will tell their children about. The person who ripped people to shreds, who tore them apart for no reason other than a quest for vengeance, one that wasn’t even fulfilled. Maybe, you think, you will become a cautionary tale. A warning for others. An example of what not to become, even in the apocalypse.

This was senseless. It was a slaughter.

All of these people are dead, and you don’t even know their names. They fought to protect themselves and the people around them, something of a team, maybe even a family, all because you are angry, and you are hurt, and you miss your dad. How many of these people have families at home? Families who will never see them again, because of you.

You know you’re not a divine being.

There was no otherworldly reason for your massacre. There was nobody behind a curtain, choosing your actions. No—there was just you.

What right did you have to decide these people should die? What right did you have to end their lives? Was one man—one dead man—truly worth this? Did he deserve to be the reason for your murderous rampage? Would he have wanted this? Would he be proud?

“C‘mere.” Tommy says, kneeling on the ground beside you, and shifting you until he could hold you tightly in his arms. If you don’t focus so much, if you let your mind wander, this could be Joel. It could be your dad hugging you, staining his clothes with the blood you’re drowning in. They’re similar enough, brothers, that you can imagine it is.

He’s holding you together.

“We need to get you out of here.” Tommy tells you, breaking the illusion you had been hoping to live in forever. You know he’s being patient with you — you can tell with every gust of wind that rustles the grass below you. Each one could bring more people, more bodies, yet Tommy refuses to rush you. Instead, he holds you tightly, like the cracks in your surface may lead to you bursting.

You suppose he’s right to worry.

His brother is dead. Joel is dead. And here he is, holding you in one piece, as if that wind could shatter you.

Selfishly, you don’t want him to be patient, or gentle, or kind. You want Tommy to show you some kind of mercy, to bring you peace of mind, of soul. But he can’t, unless he has some kind of insight that you don’t, unless he has ripped Abby apart and seen the divinity in her creation.

“C’mon,” Jesse says then, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. You hadn’t realised he was even nearby. Didn’t hear him approaching, though that could’ve been because of the unearthly wailing that had surrounded you. “I’m sorry,” He says, hand wiping at your face where it rests against Tommy’s shoulder. “We have to go. We have to go now. I’m sorry.”

And he does sound sorry—god, he sounds more apologetic than you had ever heard him.

You don’t know if he’s sorry for making you get up, for making you face the world again, or if he’s sorry that you’re even here, sorry that Joel is dead. You don’t know which you would prefer. You try to decide, and realise not long after that the two of them had pulled you to your feet, hands gripping you, waiting for you to hold yourself up.

“Jesse,” You choke out, reaching for him, as if seeing him for the first time. His hands are holding your own before you can even get out another word, uncaring of the blood that covers them. He squeezes once, twice, thrice, before he lets go to press his hands to your cheeks, grounding you, almost.

“It’s okay.” He says, and you can see in his eyes that he knows it’s a lie.

He takes your hand, pats your cheek, his forehead against your own for no more than a moment, before he’s letting Tommy take over, letting the man soothe his fatherly instincts. Uncle Tommy. You imagine a life where you would have called him that.

Tommy leads you away.

Away from the bodies, the gore, the guilt, hopefully. He grips onto you the whole way, pulls you along every time you stumble, holds you up whenever you long to fall. All the way until you reach a theatre, where Ellie and Dina have been bunkered, one of them tells you. We’re going home.

You wonder if they’re going to bury you in the ground, beside Joel. Home. You think it sounds nice.

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Joel/Pedro/Javier Peña Angst Recs

Hey! So this is my first ever post where there’s a lot to say (lol). BUTT I wanted to share this awesome list of angst bc I am and always will be craving it. These are some of my favorite ones that just hit the spot. Also please go give all of these writers a follow and leave a lovely message if you can bc they are great and have worked pretty hard on these fics. Thanks!!

Joel Miller

Character Development : @just-some-random-blogger

Breaking Up Slowly (series) : @guess-my-next-obsession

Joelxreader : @simoncowellstit

The Great War (series) : @stylesispunk

Joelxreader : @forever-rogue

If the Door Wasn’t Shut (series) : @heartpascal

Keep Your Eyes on Me : @mgparker

What About Me : @pedrosbestie

Same Old, Same Old : @guess-my-next-obsession

Do You Want Me or Do You Not? : @mylostloversbookmarks

All My Faith : @heartpascal

Chasing (series) : @pedropascal-whore

Say Something (series) : @toxic-seduction

Hug Me : @nonexistent-introvert

Joelxreader : @joelslastofus

It’s You, It’s All for You : @delreykenn-punk

Unforgivable Mistake (series) : @lionlena

Selfish : @awxcoffeexno

Break Beneath the Weight : @heartpascal

Call My Name : @toxic-seduction

Meet at Our Spot (series) : @addictedtotlou

You Don’t Look At Me (series) : @sunshineshobi18

Pedro Pascal

Betrayed (series) : @creedslove

Wildest Dreams (series) : @i-magines

Time to Move On : @malopascal

Caged in Pain : @plussizeappreciationfics

My Guy, My Angel : @avenging-fandoms

The Last Goodbye : @pinchofhoney

Arrangement : @pedge-stuff

We Don’t Love Each Other (series) : @lionlena

Afterglow (series) : @urf1lterr

Shame (series) : @imaginesbymonika

The One Where Pedro Breaks Your Heart : @creedslove

Javier Peña

Deserve It (series) : @creedslove

Agent Whiskey

Heartless (series) : @creedslove

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And as you can see I have some favorites *cough* *cough* Mari and heart pascal❤️

(But srs thank you to all of the writers in here that break my heart in the best way!! Keep going you’re doing great sweetie!)

[planet-marz1]

☆some more of my favorite fics ☆ fic rec masterlist is here

a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups

My Brother's Keeper by @diversemediums

The Two of Us by @yourwinchesterbros

call me by @macfrog

i'll be needing stitches by @thetriumphantpanda

easy, plaid-shirt mornings by @morning-star-joy

Keeping up by @talaok

Tender by @brighttears

bath time by @luvrxbunny

an open invitation by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Sweet spot by @javiscigarette

give in by @cupofjoel

clouds by @softlyspector

seasons by @loquaciousferret

speak now by @mendessi

stranded by @soullumii

whatever you want by @inkedells

in my hometown by @swiftispunk

in a feud with her neighbor by @proxima-writes

if the door wasn't shut by @heartpascal

I want your video by @tieronecrush

Friendly Neighborhood Handyman by @juletheghoul

Float Like a Feather by @wheresarizona

Yellow by @ilovepedro

heat lightning by @millerscoffee

Falling into My SIns by @inthe-dark-tonight

anyone is welcome to send fic recs to my inbox!💌 i lovee reading them :))

[cokoladasljesnjakom]

things about me !

♡ my name is unknown, but you can call me m !!

☆ i am 18-teen and i hate strawberries and kiwi (i know a lot of yall gonna hate on me but, let me be)

♧ i love watching anime and reading manga !!

▪︎ my top 3 fav anime's are aot,jjk and ponyo !!

▪︎ even though i first watched jjk, aot won my heart so aot it is

▪︎ my fav characters from aot are: eren,mikasa,armin,connie,sasha and jean

▪︎ as for jjk: gojo,geto,yuji,megumi,shoko and kugisaki :)

♤ sometimes you'll see me posting memes and sometimes blogs of the other people i follow :)

♡ this is a safe place and i don't allow anything that will make me or you uncomfortable, so please if something is bothering you on my blog feel free to block me :]

◇ here is the list of my fav bloggers on tumbrl:

@nkogneatho

@chuluoyi

@saintobio

@satoruhour

@owwllly

@stevie-petey

@heartpascal

☆ thats it from me !! c u soon folks !! :]

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟯)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

Look Like An Angel ⎢ Fuck Like The Devil — @ourautumn86

“I don’t see no point in blaming you, If I were you I’d do me too.” — @absgay

Cockwarming w/ Abby — @ellieflwrgirl

Surfer!Abby — @ghostphobic

Put On A Show — @darlingmisa

Expecting Twins With Abby — @lolasimms

Take It — @hope-drunk

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Jealous Ellie — @ivyblxnde

Ellie x Plushies Obsessed Reader— @seattlesellie

Drabble — @seattlesellie

Sexting w/ GF Ellie ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ourautumn86

Dealer!Ellie HCs — @elstashle

Ellie Wanting Your Attention — @seattlesellie

Training Wheels — @ellabsbitch

Ellie x Streamer!Reader — @elliesmainhoe

Happy Mother’s Day (Mother Figure!Reader) — @elliesmainhoe

Body and Soul — @lolasimms

Slutty Polaroids w/ Art Student!Ellie — @nyctophiliq

Unserious Blurb 😭 — @seattlesellie

Mean!Soccer!Ellie HCs — @ivyblxnde

Service Top!Ellie — @good-griief

Miss Me, Sugar?— @elliesmainhoe

Simp!Ellie Doing Her GF’s Hair — @good-griief .☘︎ ݁˖

Lunchbox Friends — @blklesgrl

See You On A Dark Night — @strawberryjamheart

Even More Modern!Ellie HCs — @totheblood

Slow and Soft — @formvla1hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

ELLABS

Riding Abby Reverse Cowgirl While Ellie Eats You Out — @moodywyrm

No One Said It Was Gonna Be Easy — @elsfairy

Ellie + Two Pussies — @moodywyrm

Pervy!Ellie and Abby — @strawberryjamheart

Early Mornings w/ Ellie and Abby — @millersaurora

Roommates — @canaidliafail

JOEL MILLER

Broken Radiance — @moonlight-prose

My Girls Part 2 — @iiconicxpersona

Hiding Your Pregnancy From Joel — @brighttears

Where It All Starts: 16 | 17 ⎢ 18 ⎢ 19 ⎢ 20 ⎢ Epilogue — @finnsbubblegum

Dead Weight Pt. II — @lovers-liability

Liberation ⎢ Part II — @brighttears

Pink — @chaotic-mystery

A Ride Home Or Somethin’ ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @chloeangelic

The World Is Brighter — @heartpascal

Motorcycle Man — @jobean12-blog

Apothecary: 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ 8 — @atinylittlepain

“What If I Hurt You?”— @joelsgreys

Mornings Like This — @lily-inbloom

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk — @heir--soir

Trying To Use Raider!Joel — @toxicanonymity

Bail — @toxicanonymity

Polaroid — @dev1lm4n

Not A Survivalist Girl ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @tightjeansjavi + chaotic-mystery

One For The Money, Two For The Show ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ 8 ⎢ 9 ⎢ 10 ⎢ 11 ⎢ 12 ⎢ 13 ⎢ 14 | 15 — @cowgurrrl

Getting Dressed For Halloween (DBF) — @toxicanonymity

Just A Dream — @littlelou22

Reunion — @headkiss

Let Go — @brighttears

Deserve It — @fake-bleach

Always and Forever — @saph-cyare

Misbehavior — @stargirlfics .☘︎ ݁˖

Look For The Butterfly — @lily-inbloom

Five Ways Joel Miller Showed You He Loved You — @pascalwife

Post Outbreak!Dad!Joel — @creedslove

Breathe Through It — @ezrasversion

Joel Miller, Spider Getter — @strang3lov3

Protective!Joel — @forever-rogue

Midnight Tow — @toxicanonymity

Two Little Diamonds — @holacia3

[miss-celestial-being]

does anyone have some platonic!joel miller fic recs??? ive read everything by @heartpascal (highly recommend their fics btw) so i need other fic suggestions

[i-luvsang]

10 SONGS 10 PEOPLE !

put your playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs that play !

— i changed the rules bc i listen to just about fifty million playlists and i’d have noooo idea which one to do so i shuffled five playlists and listed the first two songs that came on heheh

i’ve just been tagged by THE @heartpascal my heart is <333 ily tysm for the tag !!! what a notification to come back to

ONE. mandamientos — maría becerra , i’m hoping to choreograph this song someday soon

TWO. mañana será bonito — karol g , iconic

THREE. not that type — gugudan , throwback to my early kpop days tbh

FOUR. love me now — nct 127 , not a frequent listen but i’m remembering how good this song is rn

FIVE. saw you in a dream — the japanese house , mmmmmmmm always the perfect vibes

SIX. flame — luli lee , god i looove this song, who doesn’t love a hot girl who sings and plays the bass

SEVEN. midnight cruisin’ — kingo hamada , nothing better than japanese city pop <3

EIGHT. feel like — woodz , sexy sexy song good as hell

NINE. the rose captain — sea wolf , makin me wanna write an angsty pirate story

TEN. black leaf falls — sea wolf , one of my fav sea wolf songs also makes me wanna write an angsty, creepy story

tagging : @seonghwaddict @jaehunnyy @hwaightme @hwatonin @nebulousbrainsoup @justhere4kpop @ad0rechuu @bluehwale @ssaboala @enluv no pressure love y’all <33

[escapingjune]

Joel Miller

J.M. - Masterlists

Joel Miller Masterlist By: justagalwhowrite

Joel Miller Masterlist By: cavillscurls

Joel Miller Masterlist By: eupheme

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masterlist By: sl-ut

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Masterlist By: stylesispunk

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Masterlist By: macfrog

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Pre & Post Outbreak Masterlist By: Tightjeansjavi

J.M. - Series

Just Too Good To Be Gone Masterlist By: something-tofightfor

Uneven Odds — Series Masterlist By: theetherealbloom

To Hell and Back l J. Miller Miniseries Masterlist By: darkroastjoel

a stranger's heart without a home masterlist By: morning-star-joy

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The Stable Girl Masterlist By: guess-my-next-obsession

Twenty Years Later - Joel Miller By: yelena-bellova

cruel summer By: proxima-writes

That's a Real Fucking Legacy: Masterlist By: wyn-n-tonic

The Teacher | series masterlist By: jwritesfanfics

Broken Souls | series masterlist By: jwritesfanfic

plum, masterlist By: thyme-in-a-bubble

Harder To Find What’s Right By: something-tofightfor

Look for the Light - Masterlist By: albertasunrise

Seeing you, Seeing me - completed series By: amywritesthings

At Your Service By: randofantfic

Broken Without You (Completed) By: sourwolf-sterek32

Gold Rush | Masterlist By: trulybetty

Canary In A Coal Mine: Masterlist By: thebigsl33p

Apothecary - A Joel Miller Story By: atinylittlepain

Fall Into Temptation Masterlist By: darkroastjoel

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Fractured masterlist By: katsheadinclouds

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Slow Hands By: tightjeansjavi

Edge of Darkness By: hyzer34

Restoring the Roots By: bearsbeetsbeskar

Keep close By: nexusnyx

Texas Sun By: from-the-clouds

But you know the killdeer doesn’t understand By: morning-star-joy

In the woods somewhere By: thetriumphantpanda

Ghost of you By: thetriumphantpanda

A safe haven By: joelsgreys

Slow hands By: tightjeansjavi

Look what we’ve become By: punkshort

The way we were By: punkshort

Fate, after all By: mandoisapunk

Under the moonlight By: hier--soir

Five days By: morallyinept

A Future Together By: kteague

flash point By: dustydaddyyy

Seeing you, Seeing me By: amywritesthings

I couldn’t want you anymore By: Stylesispunk

You know you never stood a chance By: corazondebeskar-reads

Firefly By: final-girl96

Seeking what’s desirable By: chloeangelic

Too Sweet By: bunnysbrainrot

Over again By: burntheedges

I need to start a garden By: sepptember

You’re the loss of my life By: stylesispunk

J.M. - One Shots

Love at First Fight Part 2 By: jazzysnazzys

one thing i'm missing (joel miller/reader) PART ONE By: joelscruff

Willow | joel miller x f!reader | pt. 1 By: jenispunk

Bell Bottom Blues By: thot-of-khonshu

Observations By: ezrasbirdie

Followed the Beast By: psychedelic-ink (more parts please)

Neighborly Love By: kteague

Be still my foolish heart By: bluebeary-jay

Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter (Part 1) By: fragilefable

Harvest Moon By: joelmillersmunch

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[heartpascal]

name your courage

▹— joel miller x platonic!reader

▹— summary: you don’t like the blood in your reflection, joel wipes it away.

▹— a/n: this is like 1.4k words and it’s shit, sorry!!! barely any joel interaction but it’s the thought that counts? (from feb’23, posted june’25 so go easy lmao) this was supposed to be a lot longer i think

▹— warnings: extremely unfinished, creeps from silver lake, reader murders folk (off page), trauma, dissociation, BLOOD, canon typical violence

MASTERLIST

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Life in Jackson had been something of a miracle. A working, living society that fought back against the Infection that threatened to poison the whole world, and the humans who had taken advantage of it in the worst kind of way. It was a safe haven, a little pocket of life that you had never known before arriving alongside Ellie and Joel, close to a year ago.

But it didn’t change you.

It didn’t change anything about the world outside of the walls, either. The world was still infested with fungus, and full to the brim of immoral assholes who would love nothing more than to tear Jackson apart.

You couldn’t help but remain on edge, even as Ellie and Joel slowly began to relax into the life of somewhat normalcy. Every time you tried to just calm down and enjoy life, you felt overwhelmed with images of people destroying this place. You were sure it wouldn’t be able to last, nothing ever did.

It was the reason you were so eager to go on patrols, to be allowed the gun in your hands as your horse trotted along the routes that members of Jackson frequented.

So it was no surprise to you when you saw the smoke in the distance, coming from a supposedly abandoned cabin. You weren’t sure who would be in there, whether it’d be Jackson patrollers taking a pit stop, or someone more malicious.

You had been grateful, then, that being in Jackson hadn't made you soft. Your guard was still present, still strong, and you were thankful, especially as you got closer to the cabin. It had become increasingly clear that whoever these people were, they didn’t come from Jackson. The windows were unblocked, and you could see at least three men inside, their faces angled away from where you were staring in.

Nobody in Jackson would be that foolish, you were certain. It was standard procedure to block entrances to wherever you may be laying low, not wanting to risk Infected or hunters sneaking up on you. That open window would have anybody sneaking in with ease, which was why you knew you’d be getting answers.

You had tied up your horse, then, to a tree just out of reach, giving her a comforting pat against the side of her neck.

The next moments had been a blur, crawling through snow and bushes to keep out of sight, all the way until you had reached the open window, finally able to hear their voices carrying through the air. Your gun was gripped tightly in your hand, safety off, and you were ready to shoot first, answer later, before you caught wind of their words.

It had you freezing, eyebrows furrowed, and you recall the way misted breath had left you.

“They’ll all pay, Sid. That’s what we’re here for, ain’t it?” One of them had laughed, and you had heard the pat of him hitting presumably Sid on the shoulder.

“What? You think those assholes are gonna let us kill three of their own?”

“Hey, that stupid girl killed one of ours first. An eye for an eye.” The first voice responded, much angrier than his first comment had been, and you had realised then that this seemed… personal.

“They killed David, Sid. We ain’t about to let that slide!” A third voice spoke up, lower and much more vengeful when he uttered the name. Your mind had been racing, going through the likelihood that this was all a coincidence, and that they weren’t here for Ellie. For you. For Joel.

You were climbing through the window before you could think better of it, boots thumping harshly against the wooden floor and drawing all of their attention. You had grabbed the nearest guy before they could even make a move, your gun pressed to his head.

“Weapons on the floor.” You had hissed, pushing the metal harder against the man you held as they hesitated. “Now.”

“Alright, girl, jus’ calm down now!” One of the men, Sid, you figured, said, nodding towards his companion and dropping his pistol and rifle to the ground. You had jerked your chin, and kept your eyes sharp as they begrudgingly kicked away the weapons, out of reach.

Your hand had gripped the arm of the man in front of you as he held a knife, poised to strike you with it. “I wouldn’t.” The knife slipped to the floor as you twisted his wrist, and he cursed as you kicked it away, towards the window you had entered through. “What the fuck do you want? Why are you here?” Your voice had been dark, full of anger and a not so subtle threat.

“We just want the girl, okay? She killed one of ours.” Sid told you, his brows furrowed as he clearly tried to repress the anger in his expression.

“Where are you from?” You asked then, awaiting confirmation of your worst fears. You had repeated your question when they hesitated, pressing the gun harder against the head of the man below you, ignoring his wince.

“Silver Lake! It’s—it’s in Colorado!”

Your blood had felt like it was frozen, dragging through your veins at a speed so slow it physically hurt. You had swallowed, something in your eyes setting as you nodded, jaw clenched.

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The wind had numbed your limbs as soon as you stepped foot back outside, blood drying against your skin in the harsh weather.

Your horse was exactly where you’d left her, and she stayed quiet as you claimed back on the saddle, making your way back in the direction of Jackson with more supplies than you’d left with. The ride there was a complete blur, something inside of you just as numb, though not from the wind.

Concerned voices reached your ears when the gates opened, people reaching for you as you slipped off of the horse, patting her neck before someone took her back to the stables. “‘M fine.” You grumbled, stepping away from somebody as they reached hands towards you.

“Are you hurt?” They asked, hands stilled in the air, prepared to reach towards you again.

You shook your head, something fumbling from your lips about going home, and you set off before they could question you further. The journey blurred together, just the sound of your footsteps as you looked for the familiar road that was Rancher Street. You hadn’t fully registered the stares on you as you trekked through the heart of Jackson, finally reaching the house you were meant to call home.

“Joel?” You called, stepping into the house, the backpack and gear on your back being set down beside the door. When he didn’t answer, you frowned, knowing he wasn’t on any jobs this evening.

You made your way up the stairs, avoiding the fourth step that creaked when you step foot on it, and looked through the rooms, one by one. When you finally found the man, he was hunched over his woodwork desk, his mostly-deaf ear facing toward the doorway in which you stood.

“Joel,” You breathed, something of relief finding you as you saw he was fine, just working away in his own world. You were going to say something else, but were stopped by the way he looked over at you.

“Shit,” He said, standing immediately and making his way to you with quick steps. “Are you okay? What happened?” Joel asked, furrowing his brows when you didn’t answer him, rather stepping into his arms and gripping onto him like your life depended on it. He held on to the back of your head, holding you close, and couldn’t help but frown as you sagged in his arms.

He called your name, unable to do anything but be more confused and concerned by the second when you could only shake your head.

It takes him more than a few moments to realise that the blood staining you isn’t your own, and that brings along another realisation. Your despondency translates what happened for you, so you have no need to fill him in with words.

This is something Joel Miller knows all too well.

The disassociation afterwards is a powerful thing, but what comes after that stage isn’t any better. There are struggles ahead of you, he knows, and he knows those struggles well.

He holds you tighter, arms firm around you, and waits.

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[itevilhag]

ok ok I had an idea for a story about Joel Miller: in his journey he meets a young girl (a bit like Ellie) who he takes under his wing and everything, he is cold and distant at the beginning because he doesn't want to get too attached to the reader (since he was traumatized by Sarah's death, BUT also the disappearance of his second daughter, we imagine). After months of coldness between them Joel begins to get closer to the reader, and because of a sign or something she says he realizes that it is his missing daughter. I don't know if it's very clear, in any case thank you I love your stories!!

helloooooo anon!💗

This sounds like a very lovely request but I don't think i can write it😭 I'm not really into writing right now. The last tlou fic i wrote was a year ago and i haven't written anything since, but there is a fic by @heartpascal called "I was born waiting" that i can recommend that is maybe similar to this request AND IT IS VERY GOOD.

I'M SORRY THAT I COULDN'T WRITE THIS FOR YOU, ANON

[planet-marz1]

Some of my favorite writers, they are all so so talented & I highly recommend all of their works!! I ran out of mentions for this one, so i'll be making another post sometime later🩷

@bastardmandennis

@beskarandblasters

@bluebeary-jay

@cavillscurls

@chaotic-mystery

@chloeangelic

@cool-iguana

@cupofjoel

@dancingtotuyo

@elvinaa

@fettuccin-e

@gasolinerainbowpuddles

@gracieispunk

@heartpascal

@hier--soir

@hyzer34

@ilovepedro

@janaispunk

@javiscigarette

@jenispunk

@joelscruff

@joelsgreys

@jupiter-soups

@justagalwhowrites

@lincolndjarin

@littlegrungegirlaf

@louswrld11

@lovers-liability

@mandoisapunk

@morning-star-joy

@mrsquill

@netherfeildren

@notjustjavierpena

@northernbluess

@party-hearses

@proxima-writes

@psychedelic-ink

@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

@softlyspector

@strang3lov3

@swiftispunk

@talaok

@tieronecrush

@tightjeansjavi

@tinycozycomfort

@thetriumphantpanda

@undercoverpena

@undrthelights

@walkintotheriveranddisappear

@wannab-urs

[fxllfaiiry]

「 ಌ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 」

✰ fair trade - @wndalovebot

✰ sleeping bag - @quin-ns 

✰ small favors - @grippingbeskar

✰ weakness - @cevansgoatee

✰ save a horse, ride a cowboy - @mandoalorian

✰ one bed - @frannyzooey  

✰ too close - @foli-vora

✰ blushing - @talaok

✰ where you belong - @lavendertales

✰ this fic <3 - @forever-rogue

✰ pistol - @cosmictheo  

✰ you’re my purpose - @mellowsaturns

✰ radio static - @/foli-vora 

✰ good thing - @pedros-mustache

✰ sweet, sweet sugar - @unrefinedmusings

✰ not a thing - @/cevansgoatee

✰ for you, anything - @/mellowsaturns

✰ clean sheet - @egcdeath

✰ grumpy x sunshine <3 -  @luveline

✰ no time to die - @davosmymaster

✰ not-so formal introduction - @guess-my-next-obsession

✰ say you love me - @thot-of-khonshu

✰ pulling away - @yesimwriting

✰ touch starved!joel - @/luveline

✰ I'm right here - @orangevtae

✰ darlin' - @charnelhouse

✰ blood in the cut - @wheresarizona

✰ love in the time of cordyceps - @sameheart-sameblood

✰ singing in the shower - @sunflowersteves

✰ a way to quiet the mind - @inlovewithquestionablecharacters

✰ this blurb - @anchoeritic

✰ the crooked kind - @heartpascal

✰ i lied - @flightlessangelwings

[outoftheseine]

- JOEL MILLER FIC RECS -

(most of these fics are age-gap romance. some fics have mature content (+18) so minors please respect the authors and do not interact). also please beware of the canon trigger warnings (violence, language, guns, death, blood etc.))

part 2 | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

one thing i am missing • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @joelscruff (fluff, smut)

to do the right thing • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @pedgeitopascal (very angsty, tw: abortion and ppd, childbirth)

if the door wasn't shut • joel miller x platonic!reader

↳ by @heartpascal (very angsty)

joel miller x feral!fem!reader

↳ by @ohraicodoll (angst, lots of blood, sometimes gore, reader has a given nickname, smut)

if he wanted to • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @sl-ut (angsty, tw: mentions of suicide and sa, drug use)

twenty years later • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @yelena-bellova (angst)

weakness • joel miller x fem!reader part two

↳ by @pedgeitopascal (fluff, little angst, smut)

the stable girl • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @guess-my-next-obsession (mature, angst, fluff)

friendly fire • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (angst, smut)

uneven odds • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @theetherealbloom (angst, fluff, smut, anxiety)

burning in a hopeless dream • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @tightjeansjavi (angst, implied smut)

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS

from love and life • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @bubbles-for-all-of-us (child birth, fluff)

adjustments • joel miller x fem!teacher!reader

by @softlyspector (fluff, smut, mentions of dead loved ones, tw: mentions of suicide)

kiss it better • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @morningbluebell (mostly fluff)

why can't i breathe? • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @oliviajdjarin (fluff, flustered joel)

no time to die • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @davosmymaster (very angsty, hurt/comfort, chef's kiss, so good)

she's a gun • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @cowgurrrl (fluff)

darlin' • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @charnelhouse (angst, tw: sexual assault and mentions of suicide, smut, hurt/comfort)

alone and foresaken • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @chelseasdagger (smut, very good smut actually)

once again in your arms • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @foli-vora (angst, tw: loss of a child, fluff)

too late • joel miller x reader

↳ by @alloftheimagines (angst, injuries, hurt/comfort)

don't let me drown • joel miller x reader

↳ by @alloftheimagines (angst, hurt/comfort, tw: drowning, some nudity but nothing explicit)

nightmares • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @youlightmeupfinn (tw: panic attacks, nightmare, hurt/comfort)

saving • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @youlightmeupfinn (angst, hurt/comfort, joel being an asshole)

a house in nebraska • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @highdramas (angsty, heavy feeling of nostalgia, mentions of sexual interactions)

spring breeze • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @thedgeoftheuniverse (fluff, hurt/comfort)

for you, anything • joel miller x reader

↳ by @mellowsaturns (fluff, sick!reader, domesticty)

perfectly wrong • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @psychedelic-ink (enemies to lovers, smut)

domesticty looks good on you • joel miller x reader

↳ by @girlscull (sooo fluffy)

ghosts of his past • joel miller x reader

↳ by @lol-im-done (very angsty, made me cry)

soft touches • joel miller x reader

↳ by @theeoriginals (fluff, hurt/comfort)

close call • joel miller x reader

↳ by @rogueonestan (hurt/comfort, angst)

first kill • joel miller x reader

↳ by @alloftheimagines (angst, hurt/comfort)

illusory light • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @lavendertales (angst, injuries, fluff)

playing house • joel miller x reader

↳ by @me-and-your-husband (some angst, smut)

try to love me, honey please • joel miller x reader

↳ by @peterhollandkait (hurt/comfort, angst, sad and soft joel, mentions of blood and death)

confused warmth • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @rise-my-angel (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut)

soft spot • joel miller x gn!reader

↳ by @orangevtae (very fluffy, some hurt/comfort, sunshine x grumpy)

love in the time of cordyceps • joel millet x fem! reader

↳ by @sameheart-sameblood (angst, fluff, mentions of blood)

one bed • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @frannyzooey (good old one bed trope, explicit)

sleeping bag • joel miller x reader

↳ by @quin-ns (very fluffy)

lavender haze • joel miller x pregnant!fem!reader

↳ by @forever-rogue (soo fluffy, made my heart flutter)

intent • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @forever-rogue (angst, joel is an asshole, fluff)

[ohjoelmiller]

joel miller fic recs vol. 2 ✯

⇾ 18+ minors dni, read at your own risk! ⇽

happy reading and enjoy! thank u writers we ❥ u!

previous ⇾ vol. 1

series ✰

come home — by @imtryingmybeskar

the hawk and the canary — by @dino-fart

confused warmth — by @rise-my-angel

daughter’s best friend — by @coolgrl111

texas sun — by @from-the-clouds

my bestfriend — by @mannaima

mrs. miller — by @fantasyqueen502

the stable girl — by @guess-my-next-obsession

fallacy: reject me, i get it— by @cherry-clafoutis

the beginning of us — by @companionjones

one-shots ☆

i’m right here — by @orangevtae

morning, darlin’ — by @mandoalorian

dinner date — by @juletheghoul

running free — by @aphroditesmoon

lucky & pt.2 — by cherry-clafoutis

not a thing — by @cevansgoatee

for you, anything — by @mellowsaturns

say you love me — by @thot-of-khonshu

i won’t let go — by @youlightmeupfinn

untitled — by @forever-rogue

fears — by @nonexistent-introvert

blushing — by @talaok

warmth — by youlightmeupfinn

what comes after — by @jobean12-blog

gift (giving) — by @inklore

maybe now — by @supernaturalgirl20

tricks of the trade — by @mypoisonedvine

connected together — by @flightlessangelwings

these burdens we carry — by @thedgeoftheuniverse

if he wanted to — by @sl-ut

in the dead of night — by @egcdeath

love in the time of cordyceps — by @sameheart-sameblood

from eden — by @nexusnyx

religion's in your lips — by @millersdjarin

safe and sound — by @disturbedbeautywrites

it's chemical that make me cling to you — by @cockslutpadalecki

perilous companion — by rise-my-angel

short days, long nights — by @frannyzooey

us against the world — by @ynscrazylife

after the end of the world — by @narcosfanficworld-blog

gone soft — by @blathannabeaga

weakness — by @cevansgoatee

the price of a life — by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

a way to quiet the mind — by @inlovewithquestionablecharacters

seeing joel again — by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

late spring — by @heartpascal

save a horse, ride a cowboy — by @mandoalorian

the gold — by heartpascal

i never stopped loving you — by @musings-of-a-rose

never enough — by @joels6string

mini pedro pascal fic rec list ✫

the seat filler — by @whiskeyncoke-redux

(series) wildest dreams — by @i-magines

sunflower — by @writersblog20

strawberries & champagne — by youlightmeupfinn

papi — by @missbabyjay