Before he was Jesse he was Joel (based on that one Sombra and McCree interaction in-game). This is basically a “Jesse sucks the Deadlock boss’s cock to live” scenario…let’s say Jesse is 15 when he joins Deadlock, and 17 when he joins Blackwatch.
“JJ, that’s your name?”
The young man shifted uncomfortably as the men surrounding
him chuckled, some shaking their heads in mirth.
“Joel…Junior, is the whole thing,” he answered quietly,
licking his lips.
“Your daddy has such a hard on for himself he gave you a
shit name? Damn kid.”
“Had,” he corrected. The boss smirked and raised a bushy
eyebrow but didn’t question the obvious insinuation.
“Well I sure as shit ain’t calling you JJ,” the man sneered,
“just Joel for now.”
“Yessir,” Joel nodded, swallowing when most of the men
surrounding him left, save for a few who lingered, eyes lingering even longer,
before leaving as well.
all right i’m seeing all these immortal fake ah head cannons and i think it’s time i chime in
let’s look past the guys for a moment and think about those poor police officers
officer Demarais knows, he just knows that something is wrong with those guys. and he tells officer Heyman all the time, ‘boss, those guys have something wrong with them’
and Joel will just shake his head like, ‘Chris, they just stole 3000 dollars, i’m more busy with that’
and Ryan so finds out Chris has some sort of like, idea and so on a heist he locks eyes with Chris and shoots himself. bam. straight through the head.
and Chris is like, ‘the vagabond is dead!’ and the next day Ryan is on television more than alive and poor Chris. poor Chris just doesn’t know what to do because the vagabond was dead he KNOWS he was dead.
and the guys make a game out of it. 'how many times can we make Demarais think we’re dead’ and they just jump out of planes and shoot each other all in front of Chris and the poor guy.
officer Heyman knows, he’s always known. he killed Geoff years back, got him right in the chest and watched him stand up moments later. Geoff had winked at him and ran off and after that he caught on.
but he plays along with the crew on this one thing. he hates them so much but, just, seeing his annoying partner just have such a crisis is almost worth it.
Summary: Coming from a background in economics, you can’t help but feel turned on whenever Joel goes on one of his rants about gold or stocks.
A/N: It’s my first fic on RT-Reader Inserts! Hi friends! I hope you like my first fic! Can’t wait to write more. Total confession: I know very little about economics, so some research was involved. I apologize if anything in here makes no sense. I mostly stole this stuff from Joel’s Twitter and my Google search for “economics terms”.
Rating: PG13; for suggestive themes and language
T: Talk about Ebola? Nothing too bad really happens.
I cannot express to you just how much i struggled with this! Not because it was a difficult prompt, just because i couldn’t find the right rhythm for it! Hopefully it’s something you’ll all enjoy, anyway!
WC:1873 SUMMARY: Your flirtatious nature gets you into trouble when it comes to Joel, but when jealous strikes you; all the feelings just come bubbling out.
Joel nervously runs his hands through his hair again as he works, unable to focus of the editing that has to be done. He can’t get you out of his head. Can’t shake the curve of your lips when you smile, can’t forget the spark in your eyes or the beautiful sound of your voice.
notes: yoyoyo! so this will probably be part of at least a mini-series? my friend and i were texting while we watched the voice (i’ve never seen it before), so if i catch a few more episodes and work out what actually happens, i’ll add to it :)
Summary: It was a simple screw up that landed Joel in drama one, the last place in the universe he belonged. There was something about it, the illusion of being heard, the thought of writing down words that mean something. (based off Yetiokays AU)
i don’t exactly know what the headcanons are for the members of The Founding Fathers (sans geoff ofc) so let me indulge
matt loves it too much, the notoriety and infamy and being called The Boss. gus doesn’t really have anywhere else to go, doesn’t feel like he’d really fit in anywhere else. so they stay friends and form The Roosters together
and m a n is geoff pissed!! like super pissed!!! so pissed he starts leveling city blocks because who the fuck do those two think they are, they’re nothing without me!!!! mister Too Big For His Britches wasn’t First and is Pissed for Days. then along comes jack and the idea of The Hunters is conceived; later born under a thick layer of black smoke and the sound of heavy gunfire
that leaves burnie and joel. Heyman and Burns were closer to each other than they were to anyone else in The Founding Fathers. the gang life put too much at risk and there wasn’t enough consolation if everything was lost. but instead of sitting back and letting their city fall apart and into the hands of The Hunters and/or The Roosters, they joined the LSPD. they worked their way up to Head Detectives, becoming hard-asses, no-nonsense and steely-eyed, very detached and sensible with all things job-related
(except when it comes to The Hunters or The Roosters, of course. there have been times against The Roosters that left burnie in tears because he loved gus like a brother, why did life deal them this hand, he doesn’t even like this game, what the fuck, or joel shaking because it’s Him Vs. The Hunters and he goes chest-to-barrel with geoff’s gun and tells him to do it, go ahead, my family is all ready splintered apart, what’s the loss of one more going to do and Geoff doesn’t fucking do it and it hurts more than a bullet does)
gus and matt are Very Good Leaders, geoff is a Very Good Boss, burnie and joel are Very Good Police Officers; they’re all Very Good At What They Do, as long as What They Do doesn’t involve each other
[THIS ONE WAS EXTREMLY FUN TO WRITE LET ME TELL YOU]
Warnings: cancer, and yeah, pretty much cancer [and fluff bc why not]
Word Count: 1540
Summary: “So, is this permanent?” Ray asked, eyes moving between the older man’s face and his bandaged neck. Joel gave a small shrug and a genuine smile, hoping the younger would get the message that it was okay either way and that he was okay. However, even if it was okay for Joel, it wasn’t okay for Ray.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job, but they’ve been shooting for a solid three hours now and he just feels gross and sweaty. He’s shooting with James and some new guy today (Rick? Eric? He can’t honestly remember), and although James has been a total sweetheart, the new guy got cum in his hair and at this point he’s just pissed. By the time cut is finally called and James pulls out of Joel, all he wants to do is get a quick shower, go home, and cuddle with Lawrence until he can forget about how much his body aches.
“Hey dude, you okay?” Joel nods at James, gladly taking the bathrobe that James offers him, and starting the walk to the dressing rooms.
“I just want to get home, y’know?”
“Yeah, me too. Bruce has been away shooting for a couple of days, so we’re going out for dinner, but I honestly don’t know how I’m going to be able to recover before tonight, if you know what I mean.” James punctuates that with a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle, which would probably be a little less ridiculous if Joel couldn’t still see the red lines from his fingernails up and down James’s chest through the front of the bathrobe and the beginnings of what are going to be some spectacular hickies on his throat, but since those are Joel’s fault he guesses he doesn’t really get to call James on it. They’ve reached the dressing room by this point, where the new guy is already there, drying off after his shower. Joel flashes him a quick smile before heading over to his station to start collecting his clothes.
“That is not a problem for me, thank god.” Joel responds, carrying on their conversation from the hallway. He starts rummaging through his bag for shampoo and conditioner as James heads off towards a shower, determined to at least get the cum out of his hair before he has to drive home (He got pulled over once after a shoot before he’d had a chance to shower, and he does not want to repeat that experience again). He’s so buried in the bag that he doesn’t notice the new guy coming over besides him, almost too close for comfort. “Can I help you?”, Joel asks, still mildly annoyed.
“No, but I could help you. Although how you don’t have a line of guys ready every time you want sex, I don’t know.” Joel splutters for a moment before realizing that the guy must have thought his comment about not having sex tonight was because he was single.
“No thanks, I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“What, the sex isn’t good then? Cause I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t want to be having sex with you whenever possible.” At that, Joel starts to get mad. He can practically hear Lawrence in his ear, telling him to leave it be, but Joel’s never been very good at letting things go.
“He’s asexual, actually.” The guy scoffs at that, and Joel can feel his anger rising.
“So leave the broken piece of shit, who honestly would want a relationship without se-” He doesn’t stop talking until Joel punches him right in the face, using his sheer fury to put as much force into the hit as he physically can.
“Don’t you ever dare call my boyfriend that again, you fucking asshole. He’s better than you will ever be.” With that, Joel grabs his bag and storms out, leaving the studio before he does something worse to the guy.
The drive home manages to calm him down some, and by the time he’s made it into the apartment he’s mostly calmed down. Lawrence isn’t home yet, so he takes a shower and lets the hot water ease out the rest of the anger, but he stills feels tense and on edge. When he leaves the bathroom, Lawrence has gotten home and is sitting on the couch, the new Arkham game running on the TV. Joel goes to him immediately, stretching his legs across the couch so he can lay his head in Lawrence’s lap while he plays. Lawrence immediately pauses and leans down to give him a kiss.
“Hey, how’d the shoot go?” Joel just shakes his head and leans into Lawrence’s chest, letting the feeling of Lawrence’s hands cradling him finally bring him back down to earth. “Is everything okay? Did something happen?” Lawrence asks, and Joel has to kiss him again for that, because in that moment Joel isn’t sure that he could be more perfect.
“You know I love you, right?” Joel looks right at Lawrence when he asks, needing to see the other man’s eyes.
“Of course I do, and I love you too, no matter what. What does this have to do with the shoot?”
“Some dickwad called you broken and I punched him.” Joel can see the pain hit Lawrence’s face, and he reaches up to put a hand on Lawrence’s cheek, trailing his fingers behind his ear.
“You didn’t need to punch him.”
“Oh, but I did. He also came in my hair, so entirely deserved.” Lawrence laughs at that, a big bellowing laugh that Joel can feel where his cheek is pressed up against Lawrence’s chest, before he leans down to kiss Joel again.
“I fucking love you.” Lawrence is laughing into the kiss, and Joel can’t help but smiling back at him. He passes Lawrence’s controller back to him, and falls asleep to Lawrence critiquing the guards for walking in entirely predictable patterns.
Fuck what anyone else says, he’s happy and he’s never letting go.
Rating:overall T-ish. Who am I kidding. M. This fic is rated M.
Summary: Ray was young, with no interest to settle down, knowing better with his many failed relationships with girls that he didn’t know what he was looking for yet. Joel had long given up on the idea that he would find someone that he could be in a relationship with and commit to.
All they needed was someone to sleep with, right?
Notes: Shoutout to my awesome beta screamingpies for helping me with this chapter!