THANK YOUUU I'll For Sure Tag You Or Reblog Again Once I Figure Out How I Would Do That AU. I Saw Your

THANK YOUUU I'll for sure tag you or reblog again once I figure out how I would do that AU. I saw your post and I've been thinking the same thing!! I love the concept of Hanahaki!! I wish we had sm more content in every fandom!! I might flesh these ideas out into a fic I'll send it to you if I do end up writing it 😘

SO ANOYONE WANNA TELL ME WHY THERE IS BARELY ANY HANAHAKI FICS FOR THE DCA BOYS?????

Like listen- I'm not the biggest fan of angst. It's not really my cuppa tea, y'know? But I LOVE the hanahaki disease trope in fanfiction. It's the one piece of angst I will always be willing to cry for! But I just realized that there is so little of it for the DCA boys in x reader fics, and I'm just over here like: D:> !?

Like- IT'S SUCH A GOOD TROPE AND HARDLY ANYONE IS TAKING THE OPPERTUNITY TO USE IT IN THE DCA FANDOM!!! All my writing buddies out there- PLEASE write Hanahaki disease fics for DCA x Reader, I don't do fanfiction and I can barely write as is. I will literally kiss you if I find you wrote some.

Sincerely

Your gay little mouse

Awwww I love it! I'm so happy I'm back in my underfell phase if you make a part 3 lemme know! ❤️ I love the details

Somebody is gonna have a bad time Part 2 (You're here)

Part 1

Listennn Mario is a soft boy soft man there is no way he's hardcore he's like a puppy

Wtf, why do I always make Mario so damn SOFT???

Girlboss x Malewife

Thank you so much for the new chapter! I love the shift in perspective to Ellie when they have a tender moment it warms my heart ❤️

Safe & Sound | j.m. | 4

Joel Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Canon levels of violence. Murder.

Author's Note: Listen. All I want is a man who is soft for me and our adopted child, but is also willing to straight up murder someone for me.

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Something shifted between the two of them after Joel admitted what he’d really done to the man beyond the fence. It was an unspoken change; something that she didn’t quite understand because she realized she didn’t quite understand Joel overall. But it was within this change that she realized he cared. 

Joel Miller cared about her. 

He always had. 

The cold, jaded smuggler —who made it clear to her the second time he’d kissed her, for her 25th birthday, that what they were doing was a favor and nothing more. Who told her that he wouldn’t touch her beyond hands in her hair or on her hips. Who insisted that every kiss was careless and simply to give her some semblance of experience. To experience intimacy without strings attached —fucking cared about her. Enough so that he did terrible things to the man that tricked her and got her to leave the safety of her uncle’s fence. 

It wasn’t that she thought he didn’t. She always assumed he kind of cared, just a little bit. If anything, she hoped he had simply because it made kissing him feel less impersonal. But after what happened, with the man from the QZ, she had stopped stealing kisses from Joel. Stopped wanting to feel any kind of intimacy, because it had been ripped away from her.

But now that she knew what he’d done —for her —things had shifted. Frank had always warned her that Joel was not a good person; neither was Tess for that matter. She always knew that neither of them were good people. But knowing that Joel did something genuinely sadistic because someone had hurt her…

It excited her. Made her feel desired, and looked after. But it made her excited to think that Joel —who had insisted that kissing her meant nothing. That he didn’t care if she talked to anyone else because they weren’t anything —hurt someone for her. 

Killed someone for her. 

The end of the world really fucked a person’s perspective up.

The shift in their behavior wasn’t all that noticeable –not really, at least. Joel was still stubborn and annoyed with both her and Ellie whenever they spoke too much. And there was still a semi-permanent scowl on his face as they drove. But occasionally –when he thought she wasn’t looking –he’d glance at her. Glance at her lips, then her hands. And just barely –she could see the tug at the corner of his lips. And it made her heart pound in her ears.

But any moment of normalcy was stripped away when they stopped in the middle of a graveyard of cars, just outside Kansas City. 

“We’re gonna have to go through the city,” Joel huffed, hands on his hips as they looked up at the blocked highway tunnel.

She climbed on top of a car, peering through the rubble the best she could. “It’s clear on the other side. Isn’t there another exit we could go back to?”

Joel glanced at Ellie, who held the map in her hands. “Don’t look at me,” Ellie started, putting her hands up. “FEDRA didn’t teach me to read maps, remember?”

“God, you’re lucky you’re funny,” she teased, hopping off the car she stood on and walking back to the teenager to take the map from her. “Because you’re kind of useless otherwise.”

“Wow, fuck you too.”

“I’m only joking,” she reassured, elbowing Ellie with a grin. The girl still mumbled under her breath, but peered over her shoulder. “There’s an exit like two miles back we can go back to.”

“Might still be quicker to get through the city,” Joel argued, taking the map from her to look it over himself. Their fingers brushed against one another, and she glanced up to see if he even noticed.

“And run the risk of infected? Or raiders?” 

“Runnin’ that risk regardless,” he reminded her, giving her a pointed look as he returned the map to her and made his way back to the truck. 

Ellie and her shared a look, before following after him. The teenager peered into cars, but she grabbed Ellie’s backpack and tugged her along. There were plenty of dead bodies in these cars, and she wasn’t sure what Ellie had seen in her life –but she would rather the teenager not see more than necessary. 

“Okay mom,” Ellie groaned, pulling her arms out of her backpack straps and letting the weight drop. 

“We need one of those leashes parents used to put on their kids,” she mused, adjusting her hold on the backpack before she tossed it into the backseat of the truck. “You remember those?”

Joel chuckled, earning a smile from her as she looked up at him. “Oh, I remember. Had one for my –,”

But he stopped, and the smile he had given her dropped. For a moment, she considered reassuring him –telling him that it was okay to talk about his kid. But she knew better than to try; not right now anyway. Her brow furrowed as Ellie climbed into the backseat, not noticing the sudden shift in Joel. As far as Ellie was concerned, Joel was always like that –it didn’t mean much.

She hopped into the front seat, keeping her eyes on the road in front of them as Joel backed away and moved to find them a better route.

*****

“Where the fuck is the highway?” Joel snapped, looking around the streets. “It’s gotta be right –it’s gotta be –,”

“Joel!” Ellie exclaimed, hitting both her and Joel to point out the window. “Isn’t that the QZ?”

“Where’s FEDRA?” She asked, looking up at Joel in confusion. 

He gripped the steering wheel tighter, realizing what had happened there. As he was about to explain, however, someone started crying out for help. She turned to face the cries, reaching out to grab his arm but he pushed her away.

“Put your seatbelts on,” he ordered, looking back at Ellie to make sure she was following orders.

“Aren’t we going to help him?” Ellie asked, but Joel shook his head as the tires squealed against the pavement and he took off.

The man cursed at them, jumping out of the way, but she grabbed his arm and yelled out, pointing just too late as a cinder block crashed into the windshield. Ellie ducked behind him, and she dug through her bag to pull out her gun as shots rang out around them. Joel cursed angrily, whipping around a turn –only to have nails tear apart the tires. She held the gun out the window, shooting blindly at their attackers, as a barrage of bullets ripped through the windows. He pushed her down, forcing her to duck, as he drove into a storefront. 

Gunfire rang out around them, but he turned to look over Ellie, making sure she was okay. Confirming she was, he turned to the passenger seat, where she was holding a bloody hand covered in glass. But she didn’t seem phased, shoving the door open and sliding to the ground. Ellie followed close behind and she wrapped her arms around the teenager, keeping her close, as Joel joined them outside the truck.

“You see that hole?” He demanded, pulling his shotgun from the backseat and cocking it. Ellie nodded, breathing heavily as a shot shattered another window of the truck. “When I tell you, both of you, get through that hole. Do not come out ‘til I tell you to –understand me?”

Ellie nodded frantically, trying to pull away from her to get closer to Joel. She, however, shook her head. “You’re not taking them on alone,” she snapped at him, reloading her gun and cocking it. 

“Yes, I fuckin’ am,” he snapped at her, pushing her towards Ellie. “You’re hurt, and I need someone to –go,”

The gunfire ceased, just momentarily, and Joel shoved her towards the hole in the wall. Ellie was ahead of her, slipping through the drywall with ease. She hesitated, looking back at him with weary eyes, before finally squeezing through with a bit more effort. He kept his eyes on that spot for a moment, before finally moving to take aim at their attackers.

One shot hit, and silence followed for a moment before the other shooter started screaming at him. Joel moved to reload, ducking back down against the truck, only for the gun to jam in his hands. He made a sound of anger, trying to fix it. Just in time, the other hostile came after him —but a gunshot rang out and his would-be attacker dropped. 

He looked to the hole in the wall, where she was perched with her aim at the hostile on the floor. Chest tightening at the sight, he took a breath as she pulled back, no doubt to check on Ellie. When he went to retrieve his gun, however, someone grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. 

Joel kicked out, trying to pry the gun from his throat, to catch his breath. But he couldn’t get a firm grip, and could feel the oxygen rapidly leaving his lungs. Vaguely, he could hear Ellie’s voice, arguing with her about something, before his vision started to get spotty. 

But another gunshot rang through his ears, and the air flooded Joel’s lungs again as he watched through blurry eyes as his attacker was swung at with a pipe and dropped to the ground. Ellie clutched the gun in her hands as she gripped the bloody pipe like a lifeline. 

She stood there, grasping the lead pipe in her hands like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Blood dripped off the end of the weapon, and a closer eye would notice it was trembling. Joel was pushing onto his hands and knees, trying to regain his breath, though his eyes were glued to her. When he managed to push himself from the ground, he turned to both of his girls.

“Why did that feel so much worse than shooting him?” She whispered, as Joel pried the pipe from her grip. 

“Because it was more violent,” he explained softly, though his voice was hoarse from being choked out. Ellie held the gun out to him to take, but he just stared at her for a moment before tossing the pipe to the side. 

“Oh, yeah,” she managed to say, and he could hear the shock that laced her voice. “That…that makes sense.”

“We need to get outta here before more come,” he commanded, taking Ellie’s arm in his hand to haul her with him. “We need to get higher up; find out how to get outta here.”

Ellie nodded once, reaching out to take her hand. The touch seemed to bring her back to reality, and Joel watched as she turned to look down at the teenager with a glassy eyed stare. Joel let Ellie go, letting the two cling to one another as he motioned them forward and towards the back door of the store. 

*****

It took several hours, but they did eventually get to the tallest building they could find. Joel had spent several of those hours trying to apologize to both Ellie and her for having to shoot and kill people —but Ellie finally managed to get him to stop by telling him it wasn’t the first time she’d killed someone. 

The admission seemed to surprise both her and Joel, but Ellie blew off the concerns and started trekking up the stairs of the building. Ellie, in trying to avoid talking about her first time killing someone, asked if she had ever killed someone. To which she simply said no, and moved on to climb the stairs ahead of them. Ellie wondered if Joel was going to bug her later, when he thought the teenager was asleep. 

In hindsight, having Joel climb forty something flights of stairs was stupid. However, it was his idea and Ellie was quick to remind him of that after they finally made it to the top and he fell against the wall, trying to catch his breath. 

“Finally showing your age, cowboy,” she suddenly joked —the first thing she’d said in hours —as she leaned against the wall next to him. 

Ellie waited for him to scold her for the cowboy comment but it never came. Pretending to not listen to them, Ellie peered into a handful of opened doors, looking around. However, she kept a close ear and eye on what they were saying and doing, even as she moved through the hallway. 

“Guess we’re even now,” she was saying, looking down at Joel. 

“Don’t say shit like that,” he warned, shaking his head as he ran his hands over his face. “You shouldn’t’ve —you didn’t need to —,”

“You were being strangled to death,” she reminded him, and her voice was suddenly shaking; Ellie could hear it clear as day as Joel finally stood up again. “I couldn’t —Ellie needs you, and I…I need you, Joel.”

Ellie’s hand froze on a door knob, listening closely as she realized what was happening. From the corner of her eye, Ellie could see her offering her hand to Joel, who was looking up at her with the nicest fucking look he's had ever and Ellie was genuinely just shocked. She was telling Joel she had a thing for him! In the middle of the fucking apocalypse, while they were being hunted down! 

“Holy shit,” Ellie whispered to herself, and it must have caught their attention because they stepped away from one another and towards her. 

“Find anything?” She asked, hauling her backpack over her shoulder as she joined Ellie at the door. 

“Cleanest room I could find,” Ellie offered with a grin. “Must have been like, a honeymoon suite or something.”

She gave Ellie a weird look as Joel approached, pushing past them and into the room. Ellie gave her a thumbs up, smiling at her knowingly before following after Joel into the room. 

From behind her, Ellie heard her simply ask herself, “What the fuck?”

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