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gone to the dogs {new fic masterlist}
Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader ; brief mentions of Boston QZ! Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos
Summary: What happens when the world ends in such a violent way that it robs you of your very humanity? Do you submit or raise your hackles and fight back? The answer is obvious to Joel Miller, known for being someone to not to cross even in the most dangerous corners of the Boston QZ. The answer is obvious to you, too, who transformed in his likeness.
Word Count: 15k - ongoing
Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, canon typical gore, outbreak fic, dark fic, dark joel miller, mean joel miller, joel miller is uptight, reader wants to change that, sub! joel miller, dom / sub dynamics, degrading language, violence, heated interactions, adult language, fighting, references to injuries, blood, sexual content, rough sex, p in v, smut, unprotected p in v (it's the end of the world, y'all), sexual propositions, oral (m and f receiving), more to be determined!
A/N: this is a little different than my typical fic style and characterization!! but it's been so fun to explore the meaner / take no shit counterpart of this reader character to olive in {by the grit of sandpaper}. they both mean so much to me and this particular one really came at me out of nowhere! ♡♡
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The fact that Dream can feel the intent with which stuff was made/bought with like how you can tell when a baked good was made with love is genuinely my fav thing ever.
Literally this is me rn
concept
We know dream has a lot of rose imagery in the comics. So. Consider. Hob Gadling is walking through shops, and he’s had an awful few days but he’s due to see Dream that evening when he spots a gorgeous rose at the florist’s. It’s eye catching and Hob is drawn in. It’s not the done thing, really, to give your friend a rose like that but Hob has noticed that Dream has a flair for the dramatics. And the rose is so beautiful, each petal perfectly soft and curled, that surely his friend will enjoy it
And if Hob has a brief fantasy of dream touching the petals to his lips and looking at Hob with knowing eyes, that pompous smirk turned just a bit soft at the corners, mellow like soft butter and summer evenings, that’s between Hob and the rose now.
So Hob goes and meets dream with this gorgeous rose. And he gives it to Dream. I think he would lie: the florist was giving them away, I found it on the street, a kid gave me puppy eyes and I couldn’t resist buying one, but Dream touches the petals and he says. Do not lie to me Hob Gadling. Only he says it like it’s a wonder.
And anyway that’s how they end up ending their 600 year slow born