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Safe Keeping

Summary ~ After being rescued from your kidnappers you’re brought back to Jackson and Joel doesn’t want to let you out of his sight.

Pairing ~ Joel Miller x fem!reader

Warnings & tags ~ post-outbreak, Jackson era, language, reader is kidnapped, torture, mention of gvn use, violence(Joel unalives kidnappers), angst, bandaging wounds, jumpy reader, pet names, no use of y/n, comfort, reader has a dog named Pepper🤷‍♀️, non-established relationship, Joel takes care of you. I think that’s all :)

A loud gunshot jolted you from your unconscious state. For a moment you didn’t remember where you were. One look at the splintering wooden floorboards and the pulsating pain on your wrists quickly reminded you.

On a scavenge with two other Jackson civilians a group of raiders killed your companions and took you back to their base. Over the last two days they’d tortured you, trying to get the location of the Jackson settlement.

The rope that bounded your wrists together loosened before the familiar face of Joel Miller bent down in front of you. He removed the cloth that was used to gag you. You were glad to see him, though you didn’t have enough strength to show it.

Joel’s whole body almost gave out at the sight of you, "Oh, baby." His strong arms wrapped around you to hoist you up. When he set you on your feet, your legs gave out, resulting in Joel carrying you bridal style out of the building.

As he walked you saw bodies littering the ground all the way out to the front lawn.

Joel carried you all the way to his horse and you’d gathered enough strength to stay upright on the horse until Joel saddled the animal.

Joel pulled on the reins to the horse and took the two of you home.

You’d expected Joel to take you straight to the infirmary but instead he took you back to his house. You were able to walk now, slowly, but the ability was there. After finally getting in the house, you’d immediately plopped down on the couch.

"How about we get you cleaned up?" Joel offered.

Maybe it was your throbbing head, but Joel seemed different standing before you right now. He looked beat down, vulnerable even.

The relationship between the two of you has yet to be established but for as long as you knew Joel he’d always kept his walls up. But now a layer seemed to be staggering.

You realized you hadn’t answered before nodding. Joel was quick to get the med-kit. While he set everything up he handed you some aspirin and water.

When Joel raised his hand you flinched.

"Sorry-" you both muttered.

"Can I take care of this, baby?" Joel asked, his tone softer than you’d ever heard it.

You nodded and Joel resumed what he was doing. He raised a cloth to the gash on the side of your head. You bit your lip to keep from crying out. Joel than moved to clean it with alcohol, and you couldn’t withhold it anymore.

You hiss and flinch away, "That stings."

"Gonna' have to suck it up." Joel quipped before gently grabbing you by the side of your head to keep you still while he cleaned the wound.

When Joel was finished he stood up and went into the bathroom, you heard the shower water turn on and moments later he returned.

"You good to shower or should I run you a bath?"

"A shower is fine," you replied while looking at time like he had just grown two horns out of his head.

"What?"

"When did you become such a softie, cowboy?"

"I think you’re concussed," he retorts coming around to sit beside you on the couch.

"Maybe." You shrug before mustering up strength to stand. Joel was at your side immediately, and the two of you walked over to the bathroom.

When you went to close the door, Joel had the look on his face that he still didn’t want to leave you alone.

"What you want to sit on the toilet while I shower too?" You ask sarcastically.

Joel didn’t find it funny. His heart hadn’t stopped racing since a few days ago when he found out you didn’t return from patrol. Tommy had to help him through multiple panic attacks. Joel was the first to volunteer to go look for you.

You note the concerned look on his face, "Joel I’m fine. I can shower, okay?"

Joel hesitantly nods, taking a step back. "Don’t lock the door."

"I won’t." You said finally closing the door. Joel flinched at the soft click it made before slowly sliding himself down to the floor against the wall outside the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Joel heard the shower shut off and stood from his spot. When you opened the door he casually slid his hands in his pocket, only to then take them right out and attend your side.

"Maybe I should head home, I hope you’ve been feeding my dog." You give Joel a pointed look.

"Ellie took up the task, yeah, she loved it. And you’re not going anywhere."

"Joel I just got back from being held captive and you’re telling me I can’t leave?"

Joel sighed, "shit sorry. What I mean is that I think it’s best' you stay here tonight. Got an extra room since Ellie moved into the garage." Joel paused, and ran a hand through his curls.

You couldn’t help but look at him in complete awe. He was nervous, worried and showing all the emotions you’d spent months trying to get from him.

"I guess Pepper will survive one more night with out me," You say, seeing Joel’s shoulders relax.

Joel scratches his beard and begins walking towards the hallway. You follow behind him slowly. At the threshold of the spare room, you lean against the doorframe. Mostly because you needed the support but also because you wanted to fully take in Joel. In whatever black hole you’d stepped into. You watched him close the window, pull back the covers to the bed and fluff the pillows.

"I can light one of these candles if you want." His brown eyes meet yours, his facial expressions softening.

"Okay." You nod and take a step into the room.

You’re slow with your movements but eventually make it to the bed. You slide beneath the comforter but don’t lay down right away. Joel didn’t make his exit, instead he sat down in the chair by the window.

"Joel, you can’t be serious. You gonna grab your shotgun too?"

"I just wanna make sure you’re okay."

Your face softened as you looked at Joel. It took some effort because you were in a seated position but you scooted over and patted the spot beside you on the bed.

Joel moved slowly, hesitant as if he thought you’d change your mind at any sudden movement. He sat in the empty space and removed his boots and belt.

You gently tugged at his shoulder, urging him to lean back, and get comfortable. And he did, he laid back against one of the pillows and gently pulled you into his arms. Your head rested in the crook of his neck like finding the missing puzzle piece.

You gently ran your hand over his chest and pressed your lips to his neck. Joel released a long, relaxed breath at the contact.

"I knew you had a soft spot, cowboy," you whispered and Joel pulled you impossibly closer to him.

a/n: I forgot this was in my drafts lol. Not proof read btw so sorry if there are grammar errors.

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Ohmagosh this is so sweet 😭💗

how robert reynolds quietly shows you that he’s in love with you

robert reynolds x thunderbolts!reader

authors note avengers tower fics are so back baby

it’s hardly intentional at first

you two were bound to grow closer when you began working on the same team, living in the same tower

it begins platonically, though very very shyly, as he is still trying to grow used to not being so lonely all the time

there’s small things you don’t notice

how he tidies your shoes in the hallway when passing your room, places your lost items somewhere where he knows you will see them, stocks the pantry full of your favorite snacks

his only intention, originally, was to be a good friend

you and yelena were now the closest people to him, he wasn’t going to risk messing that up by not looking out for you in the only ways he knew how to

then he started to notice things about you that not only warmed his heart with friendship, but made it drop in a way he couldn’t recognize

how you blinked slowly like a kitten after a long, tiring, mission

how you would reach an arm over to massage your own tense back, while he silently wished he could relieve all your aches and pains

and how his fingers would itch to patch your wounds when they were revealed by the lifting of your shirt

his platonic care turned so quickly into something that he didn’t want to put a name to

something he was terrified of

he became stealthier with his acts of service, he wanted to go unnoticed, he was worried that he would scare you away

but, eventually, you did notice

it was game night in the tower. the whole team crowded around a coffee table that had monopoly sat atop of it, the 7 of them nearly reaching the player limit

bob was trying to stay focused on the tense game unfolding in front of him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how your knee kept brushing his own, or how defeated you looked when you landed on john’s property, handing over more than half your money

so he cheated

he wasn’t winning this game, and he didn’t really care too

he had never been the competitive type

so, naturally, he slowly split his stash, and snuck it into your lap without anyone but you noticing

your widened eyes shot up at him in shock while his cheeks burned at your attention

you looked around carefully before leaning closer to be better heard by him

“robby, are you done playing?” there was a slight concern on your face

“i’ll stick around, just thought it’d be nice to see you win.” he shrugged and avoided eye contact while your features softened

he nearly jumped out of his skin when you placed a hand on his knee and squeezed it in gratitude

and, of course you won

a grand sweep that had john slamming his head down onto the table in front of him, and had you pulling bob into your arms so tightly that he could feel your heart beating against his own

he decided then that maybe a little anxiety was worth being a bit louder with his actions towards you

and maybe one day he would notice why his laundry was always washed when he swore he forgot to bring his hamper down

why his books were always mysteriously bookmarked when he fell asleep with them laying on his chest

and why he was always the first one you looked at when you walked into a room

thank you for reading! requests are open!

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guys i know hes evil but lord

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pining...... so much pining.........

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I just want Johnny and Shannon back 🥲❤️

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pastel dorlene for a belated valentine’s day 🪻💌

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James loves loudly, shouting across the pitch, declaring his devotion, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Sirius loves recklessly, like a firework, like a storm, like something that could destroy him.

Remus loves quietly, folding love into gestures, into waiting, into staying.

Peter loves desperately, like he is afraid of being left behind.

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someone give this child a hug

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I did it