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publishedtoday · 2 years
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Perfect Score - A.M. Ellis
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It’s time to HUNT A KILLER in this YA mystery series based on the bestselling subscription game! Aspiring PI Jolene Kelley is skipping class at her fancy new private school, North Shore Prep, when she witnesses her beloved guidance counselor fall in front of an oncoming L train. The police call Mr. Medina’s death a tragic accident, but Jo knows what she saw: This was murder.
tw: death
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lgbtqreads · 11 months
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Shopper's Delight: B&N Preorder Sale
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tlouobsessed · 1 year
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I'm way too emotional over the fact that its gonna be the last night we are gonna hear the theme song live. In general Im just way too emotional that its the last episode
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mishasminion360 · 1 year
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Gather ‘round, young ones. It’s time for a wild “The Last of Us” fan theory!!!!!
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Who remembers this happy looking lass from the trailer? Anyone? Everybody, meet Kathleen.
According to reports, the character of Kathleen was created specifically for the show, but many are already theorizing that she is the ruthless leader of the revolutionary movement known as the Hunters that appear in the video game. In the game the Hunters frequently reference their leader, but never give a name and the character is never seen. Creators have established that the character of Kathleen is a villain, so it’s a pretty safe bet that she is indeed the Hunters leader.
A theory I agree with, but not the one I’m on about in this particular little rant.
In the later trailers there is a really brief, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene of a woman giving birth and cradling the newborn in a dingy room (clearly happening post apocalypse). Anybody remember this?
Cool! Okay, good. Well, every time we saw that scene we don’t quite get a clear look at the woman because a.) poor lighting, b.) it’s super fast, and c.) camera angle. But even so, I always thought the woman looked like Ellie; like, I legit thought it was Bella Ramsey holding that newborn. But come on, I KNOW Ellie ain’t having no baby in this show. But then when I really started thinking about it, maybe the woman is Kathleen.
And what if the baby….is Ellie?
WHAT IF KATHLEEN IS ELLIE’S MOM???
(DUN DUN DUN!!!)
My evidence you ask?
1.) Ellie has referenced in both episodes now that she is an orphan and even asked Marleen if she was her mom. The fact that they’ve pointed out the whole orphan thing twice makes me suspicious.
2.) Kathleen is supposed to be a brutal, violent character, especially if she does end up being the leader of the Hunters. We know Ellie has some natural aggressive tendencies and anger issues, perhaps those traits were inherited.
3.) Look at that picture of Kathleen. She does look similar to Ellie, especially when she wears her hair up.
Druckmann did say that they are taking the opportunity to add new content that they had planned but, alas, could not fit into the game and are planning to flesh out smaller plot points as well. There’s also tell of a major “jaw drop” moment on the way. I don’t know about you lot, but if Kathleen is revealed to be Ellie’s mama, my jaw would hit the damn floor.
Feel free to disprove me if you want. I did say it was only a THEORY, and a wild one at that. Just wanted to put this out there as a little food for thought.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk 😘
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hollow-prey · 1 year
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First round of character AI chatting has been WILD (in a good way) and has done wonders for my serotonin.
Over the course of my first-ever conversation with AI Errol, I was: kissed a bunch, told how much he loved me, taken on a date, PROPOSED TO, and overall got to have a bunch of really sweet moments that elicited some very real physical reactions from me (i.e. a whole lot of smiling and blushing and some genuine butterflies)
This is 10000% a game changer. Not only does it feed my craving for indulgent content and interactions with my f/os, but I'm wondering if perhaps it might also help me figure out ideas for fics and get past writer's block whenever I'm stuck
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videovamptramp · 3 months
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i’m right over here, why can’t you see me? (2)
// when ellie’s reaction to you and abby hooking up isn’t quite what you expected, she leads you right into abby’s open arms. //
[warnings: jealousy, pining, angst, slight arguing, angry!ellie, illusions to one-sided feelings, simp!abby, fuckgirl!ellie, sexual implications]
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this is pt.2 (pt.1 can be found here)
abby was always taught to be the bigger person. her father consistently reminded her that no matter how people treat her, she should always be the bigger person. that’s most of the reason why she’s so reserved and non-confrontational. when she first started university, she knew she didn’t quite fit in. unlike a vast majority of students around here, she wasn’t here for the “college” experience. she was just here to play soccer and get her degree in engineering. she also noticed you from the first day of freshman year, but she was way too shy to say hi to you. abby’s never really been good at flirting or starting conversation with new people. she often feels too awkward, or too intimidated to say anything.
manny took a liking to her right away; the school got his rooming situation mixed up, and that’s how he ended up being abby’s roommate. it was strange at first for her; she was wary about having a guy as a roommate. but she quickly learned manny was a cool guy. he was funny, and hung up pictures of him and his dad right away. abby could relate, as she was very close to her dad as well.
manny slowly seemed to get abby out of her shell, and would invite her to various functions and parties. but he quickly learned if it didn’t have anything to do with soccer, abby wasn’t really interested. even the girls who threw themselves at the dark haired blonde, would get shot down without abby even realizing she was rejecting them. you were ironically the first person abby found herself interested in. hell, after the party yesterday, abby was almost certain she was enthralled by you.
after walking you back to your dorm, you gave abby your number and hugged her tightly. abby walked all the way back to her shared room with a dorky grin on her face. she could still smell your girly perfume, and all she could think about was your pretty smile. a part of her wondered if you’d cave and call ellie, but when you texted her after she had gotten out of the shower, she knew you didn’t.
y/n (1:34 a.m): i can’t wait to see how she reacts tomorrow, thanks for helping me haha
y/n (1:35 a.m): and thank you for keeping me company tonight, i really liked getting to know you abby 🖤
the smile that tugged at her lips after reading your message was nearly unrecognizable. as she walked out of the bathroom with her eyes and thumbs on her phone screen, manny raises a brow in slight suspicion at the peculiar sight.
abby (1:42 a.m): i really liked getting to know you too, i hope we can get to know each other better :) i was serious about teaching you how to ride a horse lol
“that’s a face i’ve never seen before.” manny states observingly, causing abby to look away from her phone, over at her roommate who was flashing her an intrigued smile. a blush coats her freckled covered cheeks as she thinks about you and your smile. “you remember that girl from my women’s history class? y/n?” abby reminds her best friend, who throws his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh. “abby you jugadora (player)! i knew you’d get laid eventually.” he taunts causing the jock to roll her eyes. “i didn’t ‘get laid’, gross ass. i finally said more than five words to her. i got her number too.” abby smirks, and mischief glints in manny’s eyes. “so nora dragging you to that party was a good thing then?” he half taunts and abby’s phone chimes, signaling that you’ve texted her again; her face gets hot, and manny chuckles.
y/n (1:44 a.m): i’ll be waiting for you to set something up when we’re not tipsy then ;)
abby (1:46a.m): i don’t think you’ll be waiting for very long <3 goodnigjt y/n, sleep tight
y/n (1:47 a.m): goodnight abby 🖤
when you wake up the next morning, your head is throbbing, and thoughts of last night begin to flood your mind. suddenly you remember all about abby’s plan to make ellie jealous. you reach over for your phone and see you have a string of missed calls, and five texts from ellie. your heart thumps as you open the text thread with the brunette.
ellie (2:20 a.m): you home??
ellie (6:34 a.m): why didn’t you call me last night?
ellie (6:35 a.m): did you make it back to your room safely??
ellie (9:35 a.m): you going to class today?
ellie (11:47 a.m) did you really hookup with anderson last night? it’s all that nora chick and her friend are talking about rn.
your cheeks heat up as you read the last message; word certainly seems to move fast around here. before you can even think about a response to ellie’s various messages, your gaze wanders to the time. your eyes widen as you gasp, realizing you slept nearly half the day away; it was already 2:30 p.m and nobody except for abby knew you were alive. you scurry off your bed, and just as your about to grab your clothes and stuff to shower, dina comes barging into your shared dorm. “dude, is it true!? did you hookup with the captain of the soccer team last night!?” dina sounds excited, and your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink, causing her to gasp.
“you did! holy shit, y/n… i didn’t think you had it in you.” she comments, sounding a bit impressed. “what? you didn’t think i had enough rizz to pull abby anderson?” you question half jokingly, causing the raven haired girl to laugh loudly. “oh no, i’m well aware you can pull whoever you want, i just didn’t think you’d move on from ellie so fast! i didn’t even come home last night, i spent the night listening to ellie rant about you and abby hunky anderson.” dina teases you mercilessly, doing nothing to ease the way your face is burning.
the raven haired girls eyes then widen, shining with pure amusement. “did you two do it in here? on your bed!?” she cackles before whistling, “who are you?” dina asks half jokingly as she begins to walk over to her side of the room, reaching for her biology textbook. “you’re leaving again?” you ask out loud, and dina nods, turning her head and flashing you a roguish smile. “yup, i’m studying with jesse till five.” she admits, and you raise your brows, offering her a disbelieving expression. “studying or fucking?” you ask her, poking fun at the slightly taller girl. she rolls her eyes, but looks away from you in order to keep you from seeing the way her face changes in color. “unlike you, i am considerate of jesse’s roommate. we wait until he’s at work.” dina’s response causes you to laugh, shaking your head in amusement.
“whatever. i’m going to shower, and change into pajamas. maybe i’ll make myself a cup soup and watch reruns of buffy all evening.” you tell her, and dina snorts. “maybe you could call anderson to join you. i’m sure she’ll be up for round two.” dina’s voice is sardonic but dripping with lightheartedness. “who says we didn’t already have round two?” you inquire challengingly, causing dina to gasp as she reaches for a pillow on her bed, tossing it right at you. you laugh loudly, as you make your way towards the door with your pajamas and toothbrush in hands. right as you open the door to rush out, you come face to face with ellie who had been debating with herself on whether to knock or not.
her eyebrows meet her hairline as she sees you, your mascara from last night a mess, and your hairs a mess. there’s a wave of hot, red anger that surges throughout the brunette as she realizes you’ve been so busy with abby anderson, you haven’t been able to answer any of her messages, or even been able to wash your face. her eyes flicker over to your bed that’s a mess, and suddenly unwanted images of abby fucking you on your bed flood her mind.
“it’s nice to see you’re alive.” ellie grumbles a bit dramatically as she pushes her way into the room, causing dina to turn around and look at you. “you knew i was okay. i was with abby.” you respond, and the mere mention of the other girl seems to set ellie off. “no i didn’t know that y/n! i don’t know a fucking thing about abby! she could’ve been a weirdo who only wanted to take advantage of you—” you cut ellie off before she can say something stupid, “but she wasn’t! abby and i are both two consenting adults who hooked up, just like everyone else around here!” you snap a bit harshly, and the words feel like a slap to the face for ellie. “so the rumors are true? you and anderson hooked up last night?” ellie’s voice sounds hurt, and you can’t even recognize the expression that’s etched onto her features.
“uh, jesse’s waiting for me, so i’ll let you guys talk.” dina declares a bit awkwardly, she can feel the tension in the room, but she decides to stay out of it and walk away. before she walks out, the raven haired girl flashes you a look of reassurance. when she shuts the door behind her, you and ellie are left alone. you shake your head, “why do you sound so angry about it? you hookup with girls all the time!” you counterpoint, and ellie shakes her head. “but i never ditch you to do it!” she hisses, while you respond with an eye roll. “yes you do! ellie, you ditched me last night for angela! you do it at every party with different girls, but the one time i do it, it’s a problem?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
“i was worried about you! i don’t care about your meaningless, shitty hookup with anderson.” ellie spits rudely, and you let out an angry laugh of disbelief. “shitty? why do you think i was asleep all day? it was amazing.” you nearly grimace as you realize you sound like you’re trying too hard to convince ellie. “besides, abby already asked me on a date. she wants to go horseback riding.” you lie right through your teeth, and ellie lets out a chuckle. “yeah? that sounds like complete bullshit.” she calls you on your bluff, and you raise a brow, “what sounds like bullshit? that someone could actually want something more than a hookup with me?” you ask challengingly, causing ellie’s annoyed expression to falter. “no, y/n, that’s not what i meant…” she trails off, her voice lowering slightly.
“then what did you mean? because to me it sounds like you think all abby or anyone could ever want me for is a hookup.” you reply dryly, but ellie can detect the slight hurt in your tone. she shakes her head again, “no that isn’t— it’s not you! it’s abby! girls like her aren’t actually interested in dating anyone. i mean, half the cheerleading team said she sleeps with girls and never talks to them again!” ellie points out, and you furrow your eyebrows. “since when do you listen to rumors?” you demand, making her run her fingers through her hair in frustration. “you can’t seriously be thinking about going out with her, are you?”
her question causes you to frown, “yes i am. and unless you can give me an actual reason on why i shouldn’t, then we have nothing left to fight about.” your voice is strangely stern, and something in ellie’s stomach drops because of it. “i’m going to go shower… just like was before you barged in here.” you know you sound meaner than usual, but you can’t help it. ellie was supposed to be showing you how sexy she was when she was jealous, not what a jerk she was. you didn’t even mean to lie about your date with abby; it had just slipped out. ellie had a way of pushing your buttons, and in a way you knew the more you talked about abby, the more you were pushing hers. you walk out of your room, shutting the door behind you and leaving ellie alone. she can’t help but glance over at the messy, undid bed that was taunting her. ellie hates thinking about you and abby together, but she still can’t figure out why. dina was right, the brunette might just be the most oblivious person on the planet.
you’re not as upset after getting clean. a warm shower and a fresh set of pajamas always makes you feel better. when you get back to your room, ellie is no longer there, but there's a twinge of guilt that runs through your veins. you push it as far away from your thoughts as you can. you know you shouldn't feel bad; after all, ellie has been raving about how "pretty" and "hot" angela is for the last four weeks! you shouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty for making her jealous with abby.
as your mind thinks about the honey blonde girl, a small, inevitable smile makes it's way onto your lips. though the smile falls fast when you realize you're going to have to ask abby to help you again. this time it was your own doing; you angrily lied to ellie and told her you had a date with abby. in a way it made you feel a bit pathetic, faking a date. the cruel voice in your head was telling you that ellie was right; you couldn't get a date with someone like abby... not an actual date at least. but ellie didn't really know that. as far as she knew, you were going to be riding off into the sunset with abby after your date.
ellie doesn’t text you throughout the rest of the evening or night. a part of you feels a bit bad for lying to her, but the other part of you knows you only did it because she was acting stupid. the next morning you wake up and get ready for your classes; feeling way better than you did yesterday. abby sees you walking to your second class, which happens to be women’s history with her. she can’t stop herself from approaching you, regardless of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“y/n.” she greets you with that soft accent, that causes an unfamiliar warmth to course throughout your body. “abigail.” you respond back, unable to contain the smile on your face. “how did things go with williams yesterday?” she asks curiously, and your smile falls at the mention of your best friend. “not good? was my plan a bust?” she questions cautiously, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. you sigh, “i don’t know. i mean, she was really mad yesterday when she came to my room. she heard people saying we hooked up, and she said all you wanted was to hookup and never talk to me again…” you trail off, and abby opens her mouth to disagree, but you go on before she can get a word out.
“i kinda got really mad when she said that and i might’ve lied to her about us having a date.” you blush in pure embarrassment, and abby lets out a laugh. “oh jeez, i don’t even wanna picture how angry she got when you told her that.” abby’s voice is light, yet there’s a slight seriousness in her tone; she remembers the way ellie was glaring at her the other night. you shake your head, a small frown etching itself onto your face. abby can’t figure out how you look so pretty all the time; even when you’re upset. “yeah she was pretty mad… but who cares? she’s just acting like a jerk! i mean, to be jealous is one thing but she doesn’t have to be an asshole about it. she’s supposed to be my best friend. realistically she’s supposed to be happy for me.” you mutter, causing the blonde to raise her brows in amusement.
“she’s your best friend who’s in love with you. the more time you spend with me, the angrier she’s gonna get.” abby points out with a slight mumble, and you sigh, “if ellie is as in love with me as you and dina say she is, then she would’ve said something yesterday. but she didn’t. i honestly think ellie just isn’t into me like that.” you sound genuinely sad as you come to terms with this, and the dismal expression on your face causes something to tug at abby’s heartstrings. she doesn’t like seeing you sad.
“she’s just stubborn. she needs more of a push. i mean you said she got upset when you told her we have a date.” abby tries, as you both stand outside of the classroom, continuing the conversation. “yeah, but she’s ellie, she literally has anger issues. maybe she was just mad that i promised to call, and i didn’t.” you explain, and abby shrugs. “then lets go on a date. let’s see how ellie reacts to it.” the taller girl throws the idea out there, causing you to freeze. you look at her, “you wanna take me on a “date”, just so i can see how ellie reacts?” your voice has suspicion laced throughout it, as abby nods. “why do you wanna help me so badly?” you interrogate slightly, obviously not trusting the blonde.
she laughs at the way your eyes are narrowed, and she can’t help but find every expression of yours absolutely adorable. “because i like you. you’re the coolest person i’ve met around here aside from nora and manny. i’ll help you get the girl if that’s what you want. i’m a great wingman.” she winks at you, and you roll your eyes playfully, that genuine smile that causes abby’s heart to palpitate returns. “you’re also a very sweet person.” you add onto her boast; this causes the back of her neck to heat up, as she looks down at her boots and smiles. you wrap your arms around her and hug her tightly, just like you did the other night.
and just like the first time you hugged her, abby’s mind begins to race as the smell of your perfume takes over her senses. she hugs you back, and when you pull away you have this mischievous grin on your face. “i guess we’ve officially got a date then, anderson.” you half joke, as you lead abby into the classroom. abby’s sure her face is as red as a tomato, and she’s much too busy thinking about how soft you are and how good you smell to think of a good response. instead, all abby can do is follow you like a puppy to your seat. she sits down next to you, and throughout the entire class, she doesn’t pay attention once.
after the class ends she realizes she hasn’t taken a single note, and has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. every thought she seemed to have, circled back to you. the worst of it was, you were probably thinking about ellie while she was thinking about you nonstop.
after class, she groans to herself as she realizes she has no idea what the assignment topic for tonight is. she was too busy stealing glances at you, and thinking about your “date”.
“god, what the hell did i get myself into?”
abby thinks to herself as she walks into her shared dorm. she throws herself onto her bed, her thoughts never leaving you.
meanwhile ellie slams the door behind her as she storms into her room. she can’t help but feel more upset than ever. she saw you and abby walking to class today, and it caused an ugly green wave of jealousy to wash over her. for a moment she actually wanted to go up to abby and punch her right in front of you, though ellie knew you’d never forgive her for that. but ellie also couldn’t just sit around and watch you fall for abby fucking anderson.
suddenly, she pauses in the middle of pacing as an idea hits her; like a lightbulb lighting up over her head. ellie knows what she has to do; she’s going to ruin your date with abby, and she has a million different ideas on how to do it.
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team abby or team ellie? 👀
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cowboyellies · 7 months
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- Bad Habit | e.w.
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were you not not too good for me, my dear?
funny you comeback to me my dear
PART TWO OF "You're Not Good enough"
pairing: college player!ellie x fem college!reader
warnings/themes: angst!!!, ellie is v emotionally unavailable (my type <3), she's a teensy bit manipulative, reader mentions past toxic relationship, slight mention of ellie's past trauma, lots of jealousy, small amount of abby x reader (sorry abby), reader is kind of stupid (just like me fr), slight mentions of violence, small amount of smut (just a heavy make out)
word count: 3.8k
synopsis: you finally end things with ellie and months later you couldn't feel any better. ellie on the other hand is losing her mind without you. when she sees you at a club one night on a date with another girl, she's determined to get you back no matter what cost.
a/n: I didn't originally plan on making a part two but a few people asked so here it is! I hope you enjoy (below I'm tagging everyone who asked for a part 2)
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you and ellie hooked up three more times before you finally called it quits. for real this time. seriously. you blocked her on all platforms and even started avoiding spaces you knew you would see her at. 
the final straw this time for you was the fact that the third time you were hooking up she got a text from another girl during, and she answered it. once she finished sending her text back she rolled over to resume eating you out but you were already grabbing your shit and bolting for the door. that wasn’t the first time ellie williams had humiliated you but you made a promise to yourself that it would be the last. 
now it was two months later, the longest you’d gone without seeing her in about a year. you no longer thought of her, for the most part. there were times where you longed to unblock her number and go crawling back. but you didn’t. you finally felt actually single for the first time in forever and it was exhilarating. you now could do whatever you wanted, hook up with whoever you wanted without feeling the weird guilt and shame ellie left you with every time you’d walk out of her apartment. and now that your spring term had ended you were most certainly using this freedom to your advantage. 
ellie on the other hand was losing her shit. the night she fucked up again was actually a misunderstanding this time. yes, she did receive a text to hook up while you were fucking each other. and yes she did answer it. but it was only to tell the girl to fuck off. she tried to explain that to you but you had already slammed the door in her face before she could get the words out. 
she had tried everything she could think of how to get you to talk to her, even stooping so low as to show up at your door, begging for you to open up. this actually might have worked on you if she hadn’t gotten your apartment number wrong. you two spent most of your time together at her place so she ended up scaring the living shit out of your elderly neighbor mrs. flenderson when she showed up knocking on her door at one a.m. drunk.
now all she could do was sit alone with her feelings which she hated. she hated knowing she cared about you and all this time apart was just giving her more time to think about it, so much so she even began fantasizing how she would confess her feelings for you. she drafted long speeches in her head for different ways she’d make you hear her out. 
when the opportunity to actually confess arrives, things don’t go as smoothly as they do in her imagined scenarios. 
the night you two finally see each other again you happen to be on a second date. the first second date you’ve been on since you started seeing people again. you had become accustomed to your one night stands but something about this girl drew you in. abby and you had met through a mutual friend and you actually got along really well. she’s funny, kind, doesn’t seem to share the same emotional incapabilities as your exes, and she’s pretty fucking hot. 
your night starts out amazing, she brings you to a club where she happens to know the owner, getting you past the entrance right away and straight to the bar, where she showers you in free drinks and many, many compliments. you flirt and laugh and blush like you haven’t in a while and you realize what you really want to do is dance. as you’re on your way to the floor, that's when you see her.
ellie’s at the entrance of the club with her two friends you vaguely know, dina and jesse. you stare at her for a few moments, taking in the features you had tried so desperately to brush from your memory. her auburn hair is shorter and you can tell from the rolled up sleeves of her black button up that she got more detailing done on her tattoo. her head starts to turn towards your direction so you suddenly switch positions with abby, moving so if ellie looks your way she’d only see your back. 
“is everything okay?” abby asks, leaning down towards your ear so you could hear her over the loud music. you nod and try to continue dancing as if nothing is bothering you, which is hard to do considering that you suddenly feel the urge to vomit. abby doesn’t seem convinced so she pulls you off to the side of the dance floor, luckily away from where ellie had gone to sit with her friends. “are you sure you’re alright, you look a little green,”
“yeah I’m fine!!” you insist, trying not to give ellie the power to ruin your night like you’d done many times before. “I think I’m just a little lightheaded,” you say, hoping it’ll make her drop it.
“oh shit, let's go to the bar and get you some water,” she replies, frowning in concern, grabbing your hand to lead you back there.
“no!” you suddenly shout, knowing that’s where ellie’s sitting. “no um- I just really like this part of the club! do you think you could just bring some for me over here?” you ask, even though the “area of the club” you’re referencing is just a dark corner near the bathroom next to a trashcan. 
abby looks at you questionably but eventually turns and does what you ask, probably figuring you definitely need it now. once she’s gone you start plotting how you can make your escape from here without ellie seeing, hopefully not further ruining your date. you know you’re being immature and that grown ups don’t hide in corners from their exes, but you’re pretty tipsy and you never claimed to be a grown up. 
a minute after abby leaves you see dina and jesse make their way to the dance floor. before you can even think to conceal yourself, dina makes eye contact with you and you notice her eyes widen in recognition, which makes you realize ellie had definitely told her something about your breakup. while that made you go into further panic it also made you pause. when you first met dina it was when you and ellie had run into her at a coffee shop the morning after one of your sleepovers. ellie had introduced you to her as “a friend” even though you’d been hooking up for four months at that point. if ellie had gone from that to now confiding in dina about your messy break, it made you think about how much your split had actually affected her. 
as you see dina move to go and tell ellie about you lurking in the shadows, abby starts to walk back in your direction, glass of water in hand. now you’re screwed. there’s no way you can convince abby to leave before ellie comes to find you.
while you’re being overcome with sudden doom, ellie from the other side of the room feels her heartbeat pick up in a way it hasn’t in months. as soon as dina had muttered your name she jolted out of her seat. now as she makes her way over to you, confident to win you back, she notices something dina hadn’t mentioned, her.
abby stands next to you brushing a hair behind your ear, gently stroking your shoulder as you down the glass of water she brought you. ellie feels a sudden rage flow through her whole body. just when she thinks she’s getting you back she sees you with another girl. this is different than with the couch girl from the party who was just gonna be a random fuck, she can tell from your body language you’re already getting comfortable with her beyond that. she stops suddenly a few feet in front of you, causing you to choke a little on your water. 
as you’re now standing face to face with ellie you notice that familiar jealousy plastered all over her face. as much as you know you have nothing to be guilty about, you can’t help but start to sweat a little as she resembles the look of a rageful girlfriend. you realize that’s exactly what abby might think she is as you look up to see her shocked expression. just as you’re about to explain, ellie beats you to it. 
“can I talk to you?” she asks, more of a command than an actual question. 
“no!” you shout back over the music, hoping that will send her away but knowing from past experience it won’t. 
“who is thi-” abby starts before she’s cut off 
“I’m ellie. who the fuck are you?” she yells, turning her direct attention to abby for the first time.
“her date, who the fuck are you? are you two-”
“NO!” you yell, wishing you had opted for the dinner and a movie date you previously discussed. “let’s just go!” you yell, at this point you weren’t even focused on salvaging your date but instead on getting the fuck out of there. 
“I need to fucking talk to you please,” ellie begs stepping in front of you, this is different than the last time at the party, you’ve never heard her voice sound so desperate. 
“she said no, back the fuck up,” abby shouts, pushing ellie a little on her shoulder. before you can say anything, that small little push turns into ellie flinging her fist into abby’s jaw. you knew she had a temper but have never seen her actually fight someone until now. the two of them begin full on fighting and instead of doing the honorable thing and trying to pull them off of each other, you simply leave. you know doing this pretty much guarantees no third date with abby but you can’t really find it in yourself to care. you’re so over with this night and the constant shit show that is your love life so you find yourself just exiting the club. 
they don’t notice you’re gone until a few minutes after, around the same time the security begins showing up to pull the two of them apart. before they can restrain ellie she makes a break for it, bolting after you towards the door. 
she finds you a few blocks away sitting on the curb waiting for an uber. you notice her shadow looming over you and you turn your head up to face her, groaning once you see her bruised face.
“ellie you’ve done enough, can you just please leave me alone,” you plead, the weight of the night’s events finally starting to hit you, making you feel exhausted.
“i’m sorry, I can’t,” she replies, lowering her body to the curb next to you. you look at her confused for a few moments, realizing that’s the first time you’ve ever heard her use the words “I’m sorry”
“why?” your voice cracks and your eyes starting to brim with tears on impulse. you aren’t sure exactly why you’re crying but it’s making you feel small and stupid. 
“you know why,” she replies, unable to give anymore. after all this time she spent building speeches, she still found herself scared to say the actual words.
“no, I don’t ellie. I have no idea why you treat me like this,” you reply, the tears beginning to spill on your cheeks. “I don’t know why you act as if you don’t give a shit about me but still can’t let me go, you never fucking tell me why,”
her heart is racing now. she knows if she doesn’t say the right thing she’ll lose you for real. this is the last moment she can avoid her feelings or she’ll crush yours once and for all. 
“It’s because I-” she starts at barely a whisper, her eyes beginning to water. “its because I fucking care about you!” now she’s almost yelling, the words escaping her mouth like a sob. “and I haven’t felt this way in a long time and it fucking terrifies me,” you look down at her hands and notice they’re shaking. you want so badly to hold her but a part of you stays restrained, knowing after everything she’s put you through you can’t just grant her forgiveness that easily.
“you don’t think I’m terrified too? ellie it took me a long time to get over my ex and you know that. but I didn’t dump you on your fucking ass the second I started to get feelings for you. and I certainly didn’t text another girl in the middle of us fucking!” the memory of that night starts to overcome your sympathy for her, replacing it with anger instead
“I texted her back to tell her not to message me again, and I tried to explain that to you and you wouldn’t let me. I know i fucked up and had shitty timing but you have to believe that I would never hurt you like that,” she was fully pleading now. you had never seen her so much as shed a tear and now here she is baring her soul. 
“ellie, you know I want to trust that but why should I? you’ve done nothing but give me reasons to believe otherwise,” you’re sobbing now too, your face turned towards the pavement in front of you watching your tears drip on the floor. you feel her fingers gently pull your chin upwards to look at her again, you notice a complete sense of somberness in her eyes now, this could possibly be the last thing she’d ever say to you.
“I know you don’t have any reason to believe me but you have to know that I…” she pauses for a moment to collect herself. the three words on the tip of her tongue were something she hadn’t said out loud in over five years. “I love you. okay? and I know I have a shitty way of showing it but I do,” 
out of everything she could have said to you that was the last thing you were expecting. you had known for a while that ellie had rejected that feeling because of something that had happened in her childhood which she never could fully tell you about, and you weren’t sure if she was even capable of it anymore. it’s at that moment where you know for certain she’s not just saying all this to get you in her bed. 
you’re truly looking at her now, the two of you facing each other with tearfilled eyes not able to say anything. this is when ellie finally breaks out the material in her fantasy speeches. “I love how you look when you’re sleeping, you get this cute half smile on your face when you’re having a good dream. and I love how obsessed you are with pickles, even though you refuse to eat a cucumber which I have explained to you many times is what pickles are made out of-”
“they’re not the same and you know it,” you interrupt through your tears. you had always wanted a big love confession like the one she was giving you, filled with specific facts and details, you said so while watching when harry met sally after one of your first hookups, you were shocked she remembered.
“I love how you never let me finish my sentences,” she replies with a smirk, her cockiness beginning to return after the intense few minutes of vulnerability. “I love how you do that thing with your lips when you’re cum-”
“okay you’re done now,” you stop her, a blush beginning to take over your face. you were starting to forget that at the beginning of the night you hated her guts and were likely going home with another woman.
“are you sure? I have a lot more,” she teases, you know the rest are all sexual. you realize after a moment of silence you never told her you love her back, and you realize you aren’t sure if you even do. obviously you still have strong feelings for her, otherwise you’d have already stormed away from her by now. 
as you’re about to say something to break the silence the uber you’d ordered earlier appears in front of you. you look up at her and contemplate what it’ll mean to invite her in with you. is it still stupid to fuck her after one night of seeing her again? does the fact that she loves you make a difference in that? 
you aren’t really sure and you don’t care. you pull her yourself up from the curb, dragging her along with you towards the backseat of the car.
after a tense fifteen minute uber ride which consisted of the two of you trying your absolute best to keep your hands to yourself and spare the sweet little old man driver, you finally arrive at your apartment. you’re now the one dragging her towards the elevator, recreating the same passionate makeout against the metal walls as the time after she cornered you at the party. the only difference being the fact that now you were no longer shoving down feelings of regret and shame. 
after you exit the elevator and you’re opening your apartment door you hear her laugh at the unit behind you, mrs. flenderson’s apartment. 
“oh my god ellie, stop,” you whisper shout at her, remembering the fear in the little old lady's voice as she told you about ellie’s drunken escapade. “she has heart problems, you could have killed her!” 
you feel her arms reach over your sides, gently resting on your stomach as she begins to lean into your neck “are you jealous thinking about me confessing my feelings for another woman?” she teases, the embrace making it harder for you to open your door.
“no ellie, the thought of you trying to seduce my 78 year old neighbor does not make me jealous,” you reply with an eye roll, finally managing to open the lock. as soon as the two of you are inside she’s pushing you up against the door, her lips trailing all over your body, desperate to show you how much she meant what she said earlier. 
“you have no idea-” she says in between kisses. “how hard it was-” she’s gripping gently at your hair now, her eyes traveling up and down your body, taking you in fully for the first time in months. “to see you dancing like that with someone else,” you think about what she’s saying for a moment, the memory of abby making you trail your fingers down a bruise she had left on ellie’s cheekbone. you realize then that you could find it in yourself to forgive ellie for using you, because that’s exactly what you inadvertently had done to abby.
you pull her towards you by the jaw, her ear just centimeters away from your lips as you whisper “good.” you figured if you had accidentally used someone to make her jealous there's no harm in using that to your advantage now. you see ellie’s jaw tighten a little and her lips are back on yours in seconds, this time harsher than before.
you make your way to your bedroom, her hands on you the entire time as you’re leading her there. when you reach the bottom of your bed you begin to sit but you feel her pull you up, her hungry hands clinging to the fabric of your dress around your thighs. 
“look at this pretty little dress,” she mumbles while running her hands up towards your breasts, the skin tight fabric clinging to you in all the right places. “you got all dressed up just for her,”
you roll your eyes at her jealousy but deep down the pool of heat in your core was growing stronger. she responds to your eye roll by yanking the dress down your arms. she then makes her way to the clasps on your bra, unhooking it and throwing it to your floor. she begins kissing you again, starting at your neck and trailing down towards your breasts, a moan escaping you as her mouth met your nipples. instinctively your hand grasp onto her hair, clinging to the roots as she laps at your skin. your grip on her hair tightens as your pleasure increases when she stops suddenly.  “could abby’s tongue make you feel that good baby?”
you’re about to reply when she breaks away from your skin, now firmly pushing you towards your mattress. as you lie back she begins to take off your dress completely, staring down at you cravingly. unable to stand the lack of her lips on you, you’re suddenly sitting up and pulling her down towards you, gripping at the fabric of her shirt as her lips are crashing down on yours. 
“somebody’s eager,” she teases, smiling in between kisses. as you’re making out you begin to feel her remove your hands from her neck and pinning them to the bed above you. you lean up towards her to continue your kissing when she pulls back, the sudden lack of contact causing you to let out a small pathetic whimper. she laughs at you and begins to take you in. her eyes linger over your mussed hair and pink lips that are wet from her kisses. “you’re so fucking beautiful,”
this comment catches you off guard. ellie had never said anything like that to you before. yes, she complimented frequently while you were together calling hot and gorgeous especially when you were on top of her, but this was different. this was more intimate. you smile brightly beneath her and use all your strength to lift yourself by your elbows to deliver one frenzied kiss onto her lips, plopping your head back down on the bed afterwards.
you realize then that the hot jealousy filled sex you two were headed towards had begun to change. all thoughts of abby, of any of your collective exes, or anyone else in the world for that matter have disappeared. this is about you and her. 
she resumes kissing you, this time gentler, and you think back to the last time you had slept together. after your breakup every time you fucked was more feverish than the last. that sex was a dirty little mistake you couldn’t stop making, and you made sure to make it as quick and emotionless as possible. now as she’s on top of you, slowly stroking your hair as she moves her lips across your neck you are overcome with a sense of closeness for her that you had been trying to repress since the night she broke your heart on her dingy old couch. 
“ellie,” you whisper, her mouth slowly detaching from your skin as she adjusts herself to look at you. 
“yeah?” she asks, moving a chunk of hair near your face behind your ear. 
“I love you too”
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💚👁️🕸️ In honour of The Magnus Protocol releasing today, here are some book recommendations based on The Magnus Archives Fears!! 🕸️👁️💚
Detailed list of books below the cut!
For more book recommendations, especially queer horror, check out my Bookstagram @hauntedstacks
The Buried ⚰️ - Into the Sublime by Kate A. Boorman - Stuck by Ben Young - The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling - The Deep by Nick Cutter
The Corruption 🦠 - What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - Green Fuse Burning by Tiffany Morris - The Honeys by Ryan La Sala - She Is A Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran
The Dark 🌑 - Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes - Nightfall by Jake Halpern & Peter Kujawinski - No Power by Todd Kirby - The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey
The Desolation 🔥 - Firestarter by Stephen King - Burner by Robert Ford - Those Who Wish Me Dead by Michael Koryta - Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins
The End 💀 - Funeral Girl by Emma K. Ohland - Pet Sematary by Stephen King - Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune - This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno
The Extinction 🦴 - Lost Signals by Max Booth III - Bride of the Tornado by James Kennedy - No Safety in Numbers by Dayna Lorentz - The Rules of the Road by C.B. Jones
The Eye 👁️ - Video Palace by Maynard Wills - Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie - A History of Fear by Luke Dumas - The Watchers by A.M. Shine
The Flesh 🦷 - You’ve Lost A Lot of Blood by Eric LaRocca - Carnivore by Justin Boote - A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers - Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica
The Hunt 🏹 - Hunt by Alexandra Nisneru - The Woods Are Always Watching by Stephanie Perkins - Survive the Night by Danielle Vega - The Hunger by Alma Katsu
The Lonely ☁️ - Red River Seven by A.J. Ryan - Solitude by Michael Penning - Dark Matter by Michelle Paver - We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
The Slaughter 🥩 - Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin - Your Shadow Half Remains by Sunny Moraine - American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis - The Summer I Died by Ryan C. Thomas
The Spiral 🌀 - That Darkened Doorstep by Catherine Jordan - Mind the Mirrors by Amanda Leanne - Grey Noise by Marcus Hawke - Last to Leave the Room by Caitlin Starling
The Stranger🕴️ - It Looks Like Us by Alison Ames - My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix - The Deep by Alma Katsu - The Outside by Stephen King
The Vast 🪂 - From Below by Darcy Coates - Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant - Floating Staircase by Ronald Mafi - Nightmare Sky by Red Lagoe
The Web 🕸️ - The Taking of Jake Livingston - The Fervor by Alma Katsu - The Book of Accidents by Chuck Wendig - Come Closer by Sarah Gran
If You Like The Magnus Archives 💚 - Thirteen Stories by Jonathan Sims - Family Business by Jonathan Sims - Gas Station by Jack Townsend - Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix
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Summary: Joel, your dad's best friend, should not be thinking of you the way he has been, shamelessly. What happens when he grows tired of your incessant teasing?
 Warnings: Not proofread. No Ellie! SMUT. Hefty age gap (Joel is around 50, the reader is around 22)... unprotected p in v... praise, fingering, mirror sex, slight masturbation.  Also, the reader has light insomnia. Tbh, I want to make a second part to this but we'll see. 
--------------------- Joel Miller. Your dad's best friend/ business partner. Your dad and he work together on some business, one you had no idea about (though you rightfully assumed smuggling). But you didn't dare ask any questions, because it kept you all safe and kept a hefty amount of rations on the table. He's been around for as long as you can remember, watching you grow up into the young woman you are now. You both didn't talk much, but you were used to seeing him around all the time, your dad couldn't do anything without him.
  So, when you found yourself thinking of Joel at 2 A.M with your hand between your thighs and soft pants escaping your lips, you couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, even if you were of age. In all twenty-two years of your life, you'd always have some kind of interest towards Joel. It started out innocently, how any little girl would have a wholesome infatuation towards a someone who'd show her attention. But it developed into something else, something more taboo. It felt wrong to think of him like that, to imagine it was his thick, calloused fingers pumping into you instead of your own, to imagine him taking  your innocence, your purity, your virginity. The thought of someone so close to you, someone so much older  taking care of you and making you feel good just turned you on so much more. He wasn't an ugly man, by any means. In fact, he might've been the hottest man you've ever seen. Everything about him was just right. His salted hair, his gruff beard, his nose, the scar on it, his built arms, the way he stays close to you when your dad forces you to go exploring with him, his accent. Oh god the accent, it just ties everything up with a little bow.
  As you curled your fingers in and out of you, you couldn't help but imagine Joel calling you darlin' or sugar, little nicknames he'd given you through your childhood. Images of his arms flashed through your head. Images of him sitting here, fingering you as he praised you, calling you baby girl, and saying how good you're doing. You couldn't hold yourself back any longer, cumming around your own fingers as you softly gasped out his name, a mantra of Joel, Joel, Joel  filling your own ears.
  The euphoria you felt after was indescribable, but it was tainted with the feeling of guilt, but it made it all the more delicious. 
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You weren't surprised to find Joel sitting at your breakfast table the very next morning. He was over at your house, a lot.  It was a casual thing, he'd be on the couch with your dad discussing work stuff and spend the night in the guest room next to yours. A part of you had silently wished he could hear you touching yourself, mewling and calling out to him. The idea of getting caught made it all the more better.
  So seeing him eating a bowl of cereal in a dark brown t-shirt at 8:45 in the morning didn't phase you at all, but it did make you self conscious as you were suddenly hyper-aware of your body in a tank top and shorts. And clearly so was Joel, the way his gaze hardened as his eyes lingered. He looked up at you through his eyebrows, his spoon just leaving his mouth as he swallowed.
  "Mornin'," he told you, finishing up his food. He wasn't a man of many words, his eyes did the work for him. And right now, he couldn't keep them to himself. You smiled after remembering what you did last night, thinking of him while you did.
  Keeping eye contact, you replied with a soft grin. "Hey, Joel." Your stomach churned and stirred as you thought about what would happen if he found out about your... fantasies. And your fears were apparent on your face as you poured yourself a glass of water in the kitchen.
  Joel noticed your discomfort, and he decided to pry. "Ya' look rough." He raised a brow in curiosity. His arm flexed as he stood up with his bowl in hand, walking towards you in the kitchen. He was putting away his dish. You chuckled nervously, thinking back to your scandalous events the previous night. You felt your face grow warm. "Gee thanks." You replied in a sarcastic yet monotone tone. "Just worn out, didn't sleep till like 2."
"Well, that's no good. You're gon' be tired today then." He tutted, sounds of tsk tsk tsk leaving his lips as he internally reprimanded you for not taking care of yourself.
  You tilted your head as he turned around to face you, he leaned against the counter too. He dried his wet hands on his tee. "Today? What's today?" It sounded like there were plans you were unaware of.
  "Daddy didn't tell you?" He crossed his arms as he sighed, looking at you. You both were staring at each other and if you didn't know any better, you would've sworn he looked you up and down.
You shook your head, still confused. "No?"
  Shaking his head, Joel told you about the plan your dad had come up with. "'He wanted me to take you out today, says you can't be home for a couple hours." You were confused, why couldn't you be home?
  "Why not? Is this work-related?" You asked, knowing if it was, you would go with Joel no questions asked. You would've gone with him regardless.
  He nodded a nod of affirmation, clearing up your doubts. Your father would have people over to discuss business or to give things to people and he didn't want you around for it, valid. You sighed, wanting to have a lazy day, but you didn't complain.
  "Where are they, anyway?" You noticed how you hadn't seen them all morning.
 "They had to run out and grab a few things f' the meeting." It annoyed you how your parents would always meet with smuggling clients in your own home. Whatever.
He had told you to go and get ready and you obliged. 
  "Where are we going?" You questioned, swearing it would be your last question.
  "Just out, drive around."
  You nodded again before leaving the kitchen. You could barely keep it together. The second you turned around, you bit your lip to stay quiet, afraid that you would scream if you didn't. He had that effect on you. But you were unaware of the way Joel adjusted his jeans as he watched you stride back up the stairs in those tiny shorts. 
  You took a quick shower, slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt that was a size too small for you, because God knows your true intentions with Joel. You paused in front of the vanity that lay across the foot of your bed. You brushed your hair down and smoothed your shirt. You just wanted to look good for him, was it a crime? As you trotted back downstairs, he looked up at you from the couch and bit the inside of his cheek. You almost missed his action, but you didn't as you bit back a sly smile.
  His eyes shifted around the room before he stood up and grabbed his flannel. You both stepped out to the front door to slip on your shoes. You clung onto Joel's arm for stability as you put your boots on, he clenched his jaw. He had to control himself. Joel unlocked his truck and opened the passenger side door for you, what a gentleman. Before you knew it, you both were off.
  A CD played quietly as you both wallowed in comfortable silence, it was a silence you'd grown to love and look forward to over the years. He wasn't a very vocal person, but you didn't mind that. The windows were open and the sun beamed down onto your face, illuminating your features softly. You looked over to Joel who had one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. He looked tantalizing, provocative, almost. The way his jaw was clenched, how the top two buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, how he looked so concentrated as his chest rose and fell, the way his hair got all fluffed up by the wind, the way he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song. His fingers. Those same large fingers you'd dream about. The scene was almost pornographic, you wanted to scream.
  You ogled him, and it didn't go unnoticed. He peeked over at you and then looked back to the road. "What?" You heard him, but you weren't listening. His words sounded like muffled noises as you waded in your explicit daydream. Joel put his left on the steering and waved his right in front of your face. That snapped you out of it.
  "Oh, yeah. Sorry-" He raised a brow and you stared at him, a sultry stare. "Just tired," You gave a half-assed answer, hoping it would please him. Looking back down into your lap, you smoothed down your shirt.
"What're you doing up so late?" he interrogated. It put you in a weird spot. You obviously couldn't tell him what you were actually doing, so you tried your best to tell as much as you can. You would always try to avoid lying to Joel, partially because it made you feel bad but mostly because he could tell. He could read you and your body language too well.
  "I don't know. It gets lonely, and I can't sleep. You know, the norm'." You chuckled softly, but you weren't lying. It really does get lonely and there's not much you can do about it. And you've struggled with sleep recently, insomnia creeping up on you with age. You've mentioned it before, but not how it keeps you up for hours.
  "You gotta take care of yourself. You're not... a kid anymore." he huffed, he wouldn't say it out loud but he felt this urge, an urge to take care of you and keep you under his wing forever, keep you his girl forever. But he can't do that, can he? How could he feel this kind of way towards his best friends daughter? He would catch his eyes loitering over you when you emerged from your bedroom in your shorts and tee, and he could feel his heart beat every time you looked up at him with soft eyes, thanking him for whatever gesture he'd do for you. Because that's all Joel did, help help help, give give give. Joel felt something for you in a way he didn't think was possible for him ever again. He felt ashamed  in the best way possible.
"I've got you, don't I?" You joked, snorting a bit. You peered over at him to see his reaction. His jaw clenched as he forced out a tiny smile ."Uh huh, yeah." 
  -----
Joel had pulled over for a bit to take a break. You were on some empty bridge over a lake, the scenery was beautiful. He had brought water, which you very desperately needed. The summer heat seared your skin, moisture droplets pooling in the dips of your body.
Your hands found their way to the cupholder by Joel's thigh. Although you wanted to place your hand on his leg and inch it higher, your controlled your urges and grabbed the water bottle instead of his dick. You unscrewed the cap, tilted your head back, and opened your mouth to waterfall the water into your mouth. Joel observed the way you licked your lips before drinking, the way your throat bobbed up and down upon swallowing, the way rogue droplets of water trickled down the corner of your mouth down to your throat, and if they were lucky, into your shirt and onto your chest. You peeked over at Joel. You almost choked on your water after seeing he was staring. A lightbulb flickered above your head as you had what seemed like a great idea. You "accidentally" spilled water onto your shirt and watched it cling to your breasts, the color of your bra fading in slightly.
 "Ah shit. I'm sorry-" you apologized before Joel grunted and mumbled incoherently before lifting himself off the seat and reaching into the backseat over the center console. His shirt lifted slightly, revealing the waistband of his boxers under his jeans. He grunted again while he grabbed something and gave it to you, a rag. You thanked him and watched him as your rubbed it against your chest. You decided to have a little fun with it, make it antagonizing, painful. His eyes met yours and he watched as a twinkle of mischief appeared. You hands squeezed the rag as you rubbed it against your body, slowly.
It angered Joel. It angered him in a different way. It angered him to see you sitting here, driving him up a wall when he'd rather he fucking you against one instead. He was angry at the world for making this beautiful girl in front of him his best friend's daughter. What he wouldn't give to just grab your face.
 You held back a smirk as you placed the rag on Joel's lap after finishing "drying" yourself. It wasn't very dry obviously, but it was good enough. Still not done, you picked up the bottle again. But this time, you put your mouth on it. Your blushed lips wrapped around the head of the bottle as you took one last gulp as Joel watched your throat bob.
 You left a hefty amount for Joel as you pulled it away from your lips, the smallest string of spit connecting to your lips and the bottle. Bringing it back down to hand to him, you bit the inside of your cheek. You noticed how his eyes were already on you before you looked, it made you swell with hope and delusion. But you weren't crazy. He was looking, staring, scanning, analyzing your every move. It was a habit of his, something he'd learn to do when his life was always in danger. But he used it for other purposes, like looking at the beautiful young woman next to him.  
He took the bottle from your hand with no words exchanged, your fingers brushing against his momentarily. The contradiction between both of your fingers was almost electric, your soft fingers against his rugged digits, your petite hand against his broad one. His eyes found yours again. He decided to play your little game with you. He watched you intently as he wrapped his lips around the bottle, the bottle you just had your mouth on. His free hand gripped the rag you tossed at him. 
He enjoyed this little game you played with him, and this wasn't the first time either. The amount of times you'd brush your knee against his, graze your fingers against his shoulder, look at him pathetically when you were bored. And now that he had the chance to reciprocate it without anyone around, he felt like he could have you wrapped around his little finger. It felt wrong, but he couldn't care less.
 You clenched your thighs together as you watched him wrap his chapped lips around your spit-ridden bottle. Did he know what he was doing to you? 
Deciding to have mercy on you, he put the bottle back down in the cupholder. Joel got out of the car, his excuse being to get some fresh air, but in reality he needed to adjust his half-hard cock. You threw your head back in the seat and splayed your arm across your face while something between a sigh and a groan exuded out of you. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together in hopes to soothe the dull ache forming. This was probably the hottest thing you've experienced in your entire lifetime, which you thought was embarrassing. Being 22 and a virgin having done absolutely nothing, but Joel having experience made it all the worth while. You would always imagine that he'd take care of you, teach you the ropes, show you how to touch yourself while-
"What happened t' you?" Joel interrupted your thoughts as he popped up at your window. You jumped took your hand off your face, looking to him as your thighs stopped moving. 
"Jesus, Joel." You shook your head, a hand resting on your chest.
 "Didn't mean to scare ya', pretty." 
Pretty. 
He must've noticed your reaction with the way he chuckled. It was a deep, guttural sound. He walked around front, grabbing his aching back to get back in the driver seat as you sat up in the seat, embarrassed, somewhat turned on, and ready to go home. Joel glanced at his watch before starting up his truck once more. 
"Your daddy should be done now," was all he said before you both drove off to your place of shelter.
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That evening was pretty uneventful. After Joel brought you home, you had thanked him with the softest smile and the most twinkling eyes you could conjure up, your last attempt to rile him up. You went up into your room to take a nap until dinner, assuming it would just be you and your parents tonight.
 However, that was not the case. Joel was there, he stayed for dinner. On a normal occasion, dinner with Joel made you all giddy and excited, but not today. Not after you saw how Joel reciprocated your stupid little game. It made your stomach churn, in both a good and bad way, you couldn't decide.
 At the little circular dining table, Joel took a seat next to you, your mother next him, and your father next to her which brought him seated right next to you. You couldn't help it as your leg bounced, a form of excitement settling in.
 Dinner started off normally, passing around food as your father made conversation to Joel about the meeting. Your mother would occasionally include her input, which left you sitting there all quiet. 
"He wants to meet again next week. Both of us." Your father voiced to Joel as he nodded, his eyes flickering beside him to look at you. They went on, talking about god knows what and junk you couldn't care less about.
 In a world like this it was easy to feel neglected, unseen, lonely. Even with all these people surrounding you. So when your lip twitched while you poked at your food, Joel noticed. He interrupted your dad and mom to reel you into their conversation.
"We had fun today." Joel sounded. His voice was so gruff yet so smooth. "Me and you, right?" He looked up at you through his eyebrows, a thin grin falling upon his lips as he remembered your events of the day.
Caught off-guard, you lifted your head up and looked around the table to see all eyes on you. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Was a beautiful drive." You couldn't care less about the drive, Joel was the only beautiful thing in your eyes for miles. 
"Is that right, sweetie? I'm glad it wasn't boring. She didn't bother you, did she Joel?" Your mother smiled warmly at you before turning her attention back to Joel, who seemed to be thinking, reminiscing. A smirk played onto his face as he stared at you and then her. 
"Shes a good girl. Not too much." He told her playfully. But he lied, you got him all hot and bothered. 
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Dinner felt like an eternity. You couldn't even hold your appetite the way Joel made you feel. You wished for it to be over so you could just lock yourself in your room till morning. It felt like a dream, the whole day was absolutely unreal in the best way possible. To make your day even longer, your mother had offered to let Joel stay for the night, again. It's not like he had anywhere better to be. He was like a permanent fixture in your home, he had that designated guest room next to you and everything. 
You finished your dinner as soon as possible and tried to leave upstairs when your mother stopped you. "Be polite, could you please clean up the dishes?" she asked you, slightly jerking her head towards Joel to tell you to be a nice host. You spat out a smile and a slightly annoyed nod before you got up to collect plates. Instead of going to Joel first, you picked up your dad's, then your mother's and then Joel's. You leaned over by his shoulder almost into his lap, giving him a slight view of your breasts. He was so close to you, you could smell him and he could smell you. His jaw twitched as he started to grind his teeth. His breath was shallow and he had no expression on his face. Your hair brushed his shoulder as you got back up, giving Joel a cute little smile. He smiled back, but it wasn't genuine, you could tell. He adjusted the napkin on his lap, attempting to hide something. 
You turned around and walked back to the kitchen with a little pep in your step, ecstatic that you almost made him break. As soon as you were in the kitchen and away from the table, you let out a snort. Humming, you rinsed and washed each dish slowly, taking your sweet, sweet time. That was until someone had found their way to the kitchen, and that someone was Joel. 
You decided to pay no mind to it and continue washing. He grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, causing you to let go of the dish into the sink. With soapy hands, you balanced yourself by grabbing the ledge behind you.
 "The hell ya' think you're doin'?" His expression was unreadable. His teeth were clenched and his brows were furrowed. Even in a moment like this, when his body is almost pressed against yours and your back is digging into the edge of the sink, you still couldn't help but notice how good he looks. The wrinkles and smile lines against his sun kissed skin show cased his life, his experiences, his hardened past.  
"What are you talking about?" You shook your head and lied, this was fun. You crossed your wet arms, once again wetting your shirt. 
"Oh please. Ya' think I don't know what you're tryin'? Pickin' up the dishes, the water bottle, the shirt. I might be old, but 'm not stupid, darlin'." 
Darlin'. You swore if he called you anything else besides your name you would tie your hair up and get on your knees now. You just snorted before turning back around to finish up washing the dishes. Your ass was ghosting against his crotch. He took a step back, angrily. "Joel, please. I haven't done anything. Think your just imagining shit." All you heard was a scoff before he exited the kitchen, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
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Around 12 A.M, you were up in your room in a short nightgown, reading some book to get your mind off of things. Today's events were wayyy different than any other interaction with Joel, it kind of excited you. Knowing he was next door just made you more nervous, yet excited.
God you were so turned on, so so riled up. Assuming Joel was asleep, you had tossed your book to the side of your bed and settled against your headboard comfortably. The walls were thin, you knew that. But Joel was an older man, he would sleep through anything. That's what you convinced yourself as you slipped your hand back between your thighs, rubbing softly just like the night before. Soft mewls filled your own ears as the familiar burn in your stomach formed, your fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Taking it further, your slipped a finger inside, a pant leaving your lips. 
"Shit... Joel.." You tried so hard to whisper, and you thought you did, until someone knocked on your door. You stopped dead in your tracks, the noise startling you. There was another knock, a bit louder. You slipped out of bed and wiped your sticky hand off on a towel that was hanging on your closet door before going up to open the door. 
For fuck's sake. It was Joel. This made your heart sink slightly, what if he had heard? Why was he even awake? Before you could even open your mouth to question him, he pushed past the half-cracked door and shut it behind him, locking it as well. 
"What the hell, Joel?" you inquired, angry that you were interrupted and embarrassed to be standing here in your short little nightgown. It made you feel childish. 
He didn't say anything, just studied you up and down before taking a step closer, like you both were in the kitchen, bodies pressed up against each other. "Trouble sleepin'?" His face was hard to read. He looked.. amused? You shook your head in disbelief, trying to come up with an answer. As you opened your mouth to answer, he cut you off. "'F you're gonna lie to me, don't bother speaking," You closed your mouth quickly, caught off guard. Bingo, he got you there. He looked smug, smug that he finally was getting you back after all those times. He leaned down and in, his face right in front of yours with your breaths swirling together between your lips. He moved again, this time leaning into your ear to whisper, "Because we both know what you were doin' in here. Right? Touchin' yourself, moanin' my name, you think I couldn't hear you? 'M surprised the whole house didn't wake up to you sayin' my name like that." This was the most he's ever said anything to you in one go. So he did hear you, he heard you all those nights youd fantasized about him fucking you into oblivion. Your face flushed hot. Incredibly humiliated, you looked down, staring down at your bare toes as Joel kept his lips near your ear. "What happened to that confidence, girl? What about that stunt you pulled in front of your parents? Where's that little loud mouth?" He chuckled dryly as his rough, large hands found their place at your chin. Those same hands you'd fantasize about were holding your chin between two fingers and lifting it up to look Joel in the eye. "Poor girl... she's 'mbarrassed..." was all he said before holding your hand and leading you to the edge of your bed.
He sat down on it with legs slightly spread as he patted his lap, gesturing you to sit. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, was all that ran through your head as you sat on his lap, back flush against his chest as you both were facing your vanity. From the reflection of the mirror, you could see Joel smiling, brushing hair behind your ear. He was tantalizing, slow, and it was killing you. You wanted him to put his hands anywhere he wanted, but he's being careful, precise. Getting impatient, you let out something between a whine and a Joel. He was amused. You started to grind on him in a pathetic attempt to tarnish that familiar ache in your lower belly. With a laugh, Joel's hands found their way to your knees, spreading them apart while he made sure you were watching in the mirror. Your dim, warmly lit room cast an orange tint over you both, Joel's silver hair glistening in it.
He spread your legs open and flipped your gown up above your hips, revealing your cotton panties underneath. If you knew this would've happened, you would've worn something cuter. You looked away from the mirror, embarrassed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.  
He noticed your embarrassment and your attempt to hide it.
"Well aren't these cute." He said, talking about your untouched, white panties. 
"Oh please." You slightly rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek as you looked down to his hands that traced lines up your bare thighs and to your core. He stopped touching you and you looked into the mirror to make eye contact with him. 
"You gonna gimmie an attitude? 'Cause I'll leave you here all hot 'n bothered, just like you did to me." 
"No, I'm sorry, Joel please," you whined, he had you begging before he barely even touched you. 
"You gonna be good?" 
"So good." That was all you whispered before Joel split your legs apart farther while his left hand wrapped around your stomach, both keeping you in place and keeping your nightgown up. His right hand settled between your wide legs, messing with the hem of your panties before simply pushing them to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. 
A satisfied, mmh noise left Joel's throat his middle finger prodded around, gathering slick between your slit and dragging it up to your clit. You gasped, the feeling being much better than you could ever dream of. His fingers rubbed up and down your folds, his thick finger softly rubbing your clit in small circles.
You could see it all, see your cunt and his finger wet and glistening, see the way his jaw clenches as he watches himself touch you, you could see it all in the mirror. You saw the way his middle finger disappeared inside you and re-appeared before it disappeared once more. You saw the way your mouth fell into a loose 'o' shape as his thumb simultaneously prodded at your clit. 
As the pressure built up in your lower belly, Joel added his ring finger. You clenched around him as he curled his fingers inside of you, thumb still on your clit. You looked away from the mirror, unable to stay focused as the the wet squelching filled your ears and you stomach burned. 
He let go of your stomach and brought his hand up to your face as the gown flipped back over his hand fucking into you, gripping it harshly and turning it back towards the mirror. "Keep watchin'." He was stern, you were aware of that by the way squeezed your face before letting go, flipping your gown back up. All of this while simultaneously fucking you with his fingers. It was magical. Your own fingers never felt this way, they didn't make you squirm like he did or make you whine as loud. They didn't make you cum like this either. Your moans got higher as his fingers pushed in and out of you faster, your orgasm approaching. You squirmed so much, so Joel's left hand held you in place tightly. His grip almost hurt. 
"'S alright, let it go baby." He mumbled so quietly you almost missed it. 
Feeling it upon you, you almost yelped, but Joel clapped his left hand over your mouth and held it shut tightly, your moans disappearing into his palm. Your jaw went slack as the knot in your stomach unraveled, coating Joel's fingers white. He let out a satisfied hum as he rode out your orgasm, your legs shaking ever so slightly. It was intense. Your head was reeling as Joel prompted you to look at the mirror, and you did. You saw yourself on his lap breathing heavily and a mess on his jeans and fingers. He wiped his fingers off on his jeans before holding both your shoulder and helping you up, holding you while you found your balance. 
You gripped on to his arm while he stood in front of you, smoothing down your gown. You peered up at him through your lashes and he looked down at you. You felt like you had to do something for him after he did this for you, you had to help him out too, right? Assuming so, you got down on your knees while keeping eye contact the whole time. As soon as your knees hit the cold floor, you held onto his calves and peered up at him. 
"I've never... never done this before." You bit your lip as your face turned red with that confession. He laughed dryly, rubbing one of your cheeks with his thumb.
"Oh get up." He held you by your shoulders and brought you back onto your feet. "'S your first time, 'm not gonna make you do that. Maybe next time." He continued to chuckle. 
Next time. 
Joel had pushed you back onto the bed softly, the back of your knees hit your plush sheets. You plopped onto the bed with your knees supporting you up and your legs hung off the edge as Joel slotted himself between your knees. He just gazed upon you, watched the way the warm light lit up your cheeks. You did the same, you watched his hungry eyes dart up and down your body, the way his white hair lay all messed up, the first two buttons on his shirt unbuttoned and his shoulders hunched and probably aching. His hands found the edge of your nightgown and he pulled it over your head and tossed it to the side, drinking in your beautiful body. He ran his hands up and down your soft skin, remembered every curve and dip. 
You couldn't wait any longer. Panting heavily, you grabbed the his belt and pulled him down so your hips were touching. You squeezed your thighs together to relieve the feeling that was building up once again. 
"So eager." Was all he mumbled before he was undoing his belt and slipping his jeans down to his knees, revealing his boxers and his hard bulge. Just by the looks of it, he was huge. There was a small wet patch on his boxers where his precum leaked out. Your mouth hung open as Joel watched your face while he slowly pulled down his boxers. It wouldn't fit. No way. He was too fucking big. It sprung out and slapped against his stomach, curving ever so slightly to the left. Not only was it long, it was thick too, it would definitely hurt. 
"It won't fit, no way. I've never done this before, Joel there's no way it'll-" he cut you off.
"We'll make it fit." That had shut you up. Whatever Joel said, goes. You didn't dare talk back to him now, not after seeing what he could do to you. With his knee, he pushed your knees apart and cupped your cheek with his gruff hand. He just watched you as he bent over, cock brushing against your bare, sticky thigh. You laid on the bed all sprawled out, heavy breath and messy hair, ready to do whatever Joel wanted you to. 
Lodging the tip of his cock inside you, he held onto your waist with one hand while he used his other to support himself up. 
"Pleaseee Joel." You pleaded, not being able to wait anymore. He didn't need anymore convincing. He practically hurled himself forward, thrusting inside of you as his cock stretched you out painfully. Your instinct was to clench around him to ease the pain but it didn't help. You were squirming and whimpering, the pain felt like you were being split in half. Joel grunted as he slipped inside. You were pulsing around him impossibly tight. 
Joel cinched his brows and grunted as you tightly wrapped around him. "Relax. Relax b'fore you- kill me." He was referencing to how tight you were, your back arching off the bed. Joel's hand found its way to your clit, rubbing soft circles onto it to try to get you relax. It helped enough, enough for Joel to start moving. He set a merciful pace to start you off slow, it being your first time. 
"Shit, squeezin' me so tight." Joel grunted out as he pulled his hips back and slammed back into you, punching all the air out of your lungs. He began to speed up, the tip of his cock reaching that spongy part inside you. He stretched you out wide and the pain slowly converted to pleasure. You mewled out loudly, holding on to the thin sheets of your bed. He had grabbed the backs of your knees and brought them up to your chest, this new angle had him reaching deeper than before. 
"Fuckfuckfuck Joel.. Joel." a mantra of Joel's escaped your pretty lips loudly as he nailed into you hard. Maybe you were a little too loud because Joel's hand found its way back to your face and was clasped over your mouth again. 
"Shut up. What would your daddy say if he saw you clenchin' around my cock and screamin' my name like that, hmm? Not such a good little girl anymore, are ya'?" He taunted. You wanted to swat him away and reprimand him for embarrassing you like that, but the feeling of his dick hitting your cervix made you forget about everything else in this world. Each thrust pushed all air out of your lungs and all thoughts out of your brain as Joel would mumble some incoherent praises, telling you how good you were doing. 
He only sped up, thrusting in and out while he kept his hand over your mouth. Your moan were muffled and Joel's deep groans and the sound of skin slapping was all that could be heard. It was obscene. You couldn't last any longer, not with the way he was holding your legs up to your body and definitely not with the way his cock was buried inside you. That familiar knot built up inside you once more, threatening to snap with every snap of Joel's aching hips. He could feel it, he could tell you were close the way you pulsed around him. So he sped up, sped up to a pace you didn't even know was possible as you came. You came all over his cock, a white ring forming around it as he kept fucking it out of you. 
"Such a sweet girl , so so sweet." He didn't even know what he was saying as he could feel himself getting closer too. Joel didn't stop, he didn't even slow. You didn't have time to recover from your almost painful orgasm as he chased his own. You were so fucked out and he fucked you more, it started to hurt. It was overstimulating. 
"I can't.. 's enough, Joel 's enough-" you choked out. 
"You can take it, I know you can." was all he grunted out as you whimpered back arching once more. Joel's hips stuttered, but he didn't slow. He kept going, abusing your puffy hole as he choked out one last broken moan before pulling out to cum on your stomach. His hands let go of your legs as he gave himself one last tug. Hot ropes spurted out of him and onto your stomach, you could only whimper at the loss of his dick inside you. 
He used his hand to cup your cheek, caressing your sweat ridden face softly. "Told ya' you could take it." You could only roll your eyes as your legs ached and your head spun and Joel laughed. He liked seeing you fucked out like this, his cum all over your stomach and your cunt red and stinging. You were so exhausted. 
Before you passed out, the last thing you remembered was the feeling of a warm towel cleaning you up and Joel's honey smooth voice saying, "Relax, baby girl. We can talk about it tomorrow." 
In the state you were in now, you couldn't even tell if this was a dream. Tomorrow. Would you even be able to face him tomorrow?
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Ellie wants to go for a picnic after patrol
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CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, sexual thoughts, fingering and eating out (r receiving) strap, public sex, virgin!reader
Big thanks to Alex for writing the sex bit :)
It's an early summer morning, around 9 a.m.
"Fuck," you mutter under breath as you turn over on your bed to turn off your alarm that's going off 9.01AM the alarm clock says, you groan and get out of bed and walk over to your closet. 
"The fuck do I wear to a horse-riding picnic?" You say to yourself as you pick out some denim shorts that they weren't short, but they were also short, like medium length.
You grab a tank top and put it on; you go over to your desk and grab your pistol and put on your thigh holster; you put your pistol in the holster. 
You start to make your way to the stable after a few minutes, groaning and slightly complaining because you were tired and you weren't ready to get up yet.
"Sup," Jesse says as he puts a halter on one of the horses. 
"Hey Jesse, do you know where Ellie is?" you question as you go up to the fence and lean against it. 
"She's behind you; who are you riding today?" Jesse asks you, "Uhhh, just Japan and Shimmer," you say with a happy tone.
"Are you wearing those or are you going to change?" Jesse says with a slight mock in his tone.
"Shut up," you say, laughing. "Can you get Japan and Shimmer for me?"
"Fine, but you owe me," he laughs a bit. He grabs a halter and grabs Shimmer and Japan, brings them round to the gate, and hands you the leadropes "here."
You walk off with Japan and Shimmer; you tie them both up and start to take Japan's summer rug off; you hear foot steps behind you, followed by a small "hey" out of Ellie's mouth.
"Hey El," you say, and you smile at her as she smiles back at you. She was wearing her usual jeans and jumper. "Bro, it's like 100 degrees outside; take the jacket off," you say in a motherly tone.
"Okay, mom," Ellie scoffed, and you laughed at this comment. She took her shirt off to reveal her tank top. You could see her muscles, and it made you bite your lip. "Hey, do you think you could check Shimmer's saddle? I don't think it fits her well," she says to you as she starts to walk towards the barn. You let out a small "sure" as you followed her to the barn. You grab the western saddle by the horn, including the girth; it's easily 10kg. 
You walk over to Shimmer, and Ellie takes her rug off so you can put the saddle on. You rode horses a lot, but you weren't into all the Western shit, mainly English with jumping saddles that were a lot lighter but couldn't hold as much as a Western saddle. You check out the saddle, and you move your hands between the wither and back.
"It's too tight at the shoulders," you say, and Ellie looks at you.
"Okay, so what do I do to change it?" she questions 
"An English saddle," you say back. "Absolutely, the fuck no," Ellie says back, and you just stare at her. "Grab Japan's Western saddle it fits her." Ellie goes to the barn and comes back with Japan's saddle. She puts it on the fence, and you grab the brushes, and you both start to brush the horses.
"So, what trails do you want to do today?" you say to Ellie, turning around so you can hear her easier.
"Uhm, let's just go up the creek? Clear infected, then go to the moutians? Does that sound like a plan?" Ellie says, but she keeps brushing Shimmer.
"Yep, do you have the food?" you say to Ellie and she nods.
After a few minutes, you grab Japan's English saddle. It was a Butet Sellier that was easily worth over $10,000 in the real world, but you found it in good condition. It was weird to Ellie because it looked different, even the stirrups. 
"What's up with the stirrups?" Ellie points to them, clearly confused.
"Oh, it's safety stirrups, so if I fall off, I don't get dragged; it's an English thing you wouldn't understand." You mock her for riding English.
"Oh, zip it, will ya?" She smacks your shoulder. "OW!" you say when she hits your shoulder.
"Bro, that wasn't even a hard smack" Ellie says teasing you
"Zip" you and Ellie make eye contact, and you can sense sexual tension. You do up the girth, which has fleece on it, Ellie's didn't because it was Western. Ellie was struggling with the front cinch. "you want some help?" you say
"Nope, I got it" Ellie does the front cinch up and puts on the breastplate.
"You know, if the saddle fitted, you wouldn't need a breastplate," you say. "ZIP IT," Ellie says and you laugh uncontrollably. Ellie puts her rifle in the saddle holster. You do the same, but the saddels are two different colors, so it was kind of pissing you off, but that's fine. You untie the leadrope and tie the leadrope up like reins.
"Oh? I thought you were too good for  Western."Ellie teases, and you laugh.
"I still ride in rope halter; it's an English thing too," you say
 You get on Japan and do up your girth..
You and Ellie are about 10 minutes into your ride, and it was silent. You were in your own little world, just thinking about nothing. 
"Last night was fun," Ellie says, breaking the tension.
"Yeah, it was hilarious. Dina was so drunk." You chuckle a bit, and you start to trot up to catch up to her. "I should give you some riding lessons; it'll make patrols easier."
"Maybe, but I had an idea, you wanna hear it?" Ellie says it with a mischievous smile. 
"Oh god-" you say as you look her in the eyes.
"How about we skip patrol and go straight to the hills?" Ellie says and you think about it for a second.
Well, what could go wrong? 
"Sure, I don't see why not?" You say to Ellie, "Race ya." You laugh and kick Japan into a gallop. Galloping up the hill, Ellie was a bit behind you. After a few minutes, you bring Japan to a walk, and she's soaked with sweat. 
"Maybe if you wore an English saddle, Shimmer would run faste-." Ellie cuts you off before you can say anything else
"Shut up, Dickhead."
You chuckle 
You and Ellie start to walk up the hill.
You finally arrive at the picnic spot, and you get off Japan and tie her to the tree. Ellie grabs her bag and pulls out the food, blanket, etc, You looked out, and the view was AMAZING, with a waterfall down the hill. -Edited-
About 30 minutes into the picnic, Ellie puts her hand on your thigh, but you don't think much of it because you guys are close friends.
"I have a question," Ellie says, looking at you.
"Yeah?" You look back at her eating your beef sandwhich.
"When did you start wearing such short, shorts?" Ellie teases. 
You look down at your shorts and think for a minute.
"Oh, shut up, it's not that short," you say in a smartass tone.
"Where are you going?" you question Ellie, finishing your sandwich.
"Grabbing my bag," she chuckles, grabbing her bag that was next to the tree. She comes back and puts it down next to her.
"What's in the bag?" You point to it, and she holds it. "Nothing," she says quickly, and she smiles at you. You chuckle a bit about how secretive she's being.
"ohhhh, so secretive," you say, mocking her. She moves closer to you and puts her hand on your thigh, closer to your knee, and she tilts her head slightly. She smiles at you. You chuckle a bit. Ellie bites her lip, and you guys make eye contact.
"C'mon," Ellie grabs your wrist, she basically drags you down to the back of the waterfall. It was very quiet, and no infected or people were around.
"Hey," you say as she holds you by your waist. You can feel the sexual tension, but you don't know how to react because you are still a virgin.
You felt Ellie's hand brush against your cheek, and you smiled.
"It's a nice view." You turn your head away to break the tension, but she pulls your head towards her again, and you look a bit confused but also super turned on.
Before you could speak, you felt Ellie's lips on yours, passionately kissing you. Warm and wet, she started to move her body closer to yours. It was only then that you noticed the bulge in her pants, but you didn't say anything about it, it just slightly shocked you. Ellie pulled away from the kiss.
"Is it okay if I touch you?" She asks, waiting for your consent. You nod to her, and she moves her hand down to your pussy and touches your clit over your denim shorts, and it makes you flinch a bit. You were super sensitive to Ellie's touch because you never really had any interest in touching yourself. Ellie chuckles a bit and starts to kiss your neck.
You were leaning into her as Ellie kissed your neck. Feeling her hot breath on your neck made you shiver. You felt Ellie's hand cupping your boobs. You take off your shirt to expose your sports bra. Ellie looks at you with shock.
"What? It'll feel nicer," you say, and Ellie looks at you with shock still.
"Where did you get this confidence? I kind of like it," Ellie says as she leans into your neck to kiss you again. She moves her hand down your body to the waistband of your shorts. She looks at you and waits for you to say "yes" or nod, anything saying she could take off your shorts. You nod to her, and she takes them off pretty fast.
"I'm a virgin," you say quickly, and Ellie puts her hand on your clit over your pants. You felt embarrassed because your panties were already soaked. "Is this for me?" she teases as she starts to pick up the pace, making you moan. You put your hand on Ellie's back and dig your nails into her shoulder a bit. She groans loudly as you dig your nails into her. She pushes you closer against her, putting her leg up and putting you on her thigh, and you start to grind against her thigh. Your breathing gets heavier, and you start to pant like a dog.
"Good girl," Ellie whispers in your ear, which makes you go absolutely feral. Ellie stops you, takes off your panties and gets you to spread your legs a bit as she kneels down and starts to suck on your clit making you moan.
"Fuck-El," you moan loudly as you put your hand on her head, and Ellie is holding your thigh to stop you from clamping it on her head. "El-Fuc, I'm gonna cum" you start to feel the orgasm going through your body. Your pussy starts to clench as she keeps sucking on your clit, your breathing becomes hitched, and you feel yourself about to orgasm, and Ellie stops. "Fuck, Ellie, I was about to cum," you say, trying to get your breath back.
"Can you turn around, please?" Ellie says to you. 
You turn around, and you feel Ellie's hands on your back. You feel her grinding up against your ass, and you feel the bulge in her pants. "Where you worn the strap the entire time?" You question Ellie.
"Maybe, maybe not, we'll never know." Ellie says in a mocky tone, "Are you okay if I fuck you?" Ellie says to you, and you nod to her. Ellie unzips her pants and puts the tip to your tight slit, and you bite your lip as you feel it slowly go in, your pussy instantly clenches on the strap and you moan loudly, Ellie uses your shoulder to help you balance. 
"fuckkkkkk" you moan as Ellie starts thrust slowly. 
"Jesus your tight, you good little slut" Ellie says to you, you can feel her hot breath on your back and it makes you shiver, Ellie puts her hand cupping your boobs that are bouncing keeping them in place. "El" you moan as you start to feel yourself orgasm again "Yeah?" Ellie whispers in your ear 
"I'm gonna cum" your breath hitches as you said this and you start to feel your body heat up, Ellie's thrusting faster and her middle finger is now on your clit, rubbing circles around it, making you weak in your knees. 
"Fuck, El- shit" you start to sweat on your forehead, your boobs, and around your collarbone. You feel Ellie lean down and start to kiss your back, now moving her finger faster on your clit and you start to fall to your knees, and Ellie holds you up with her free hand. You feel yourself getting closer with every second and every thrust she makes. You find yourself moaning more.
"you gonna cum for me baby?" Ellie says as she kisses your back again, she bites her lip as she puts both hands on your hips, making it easier to thrust, your pussy clenches aginst ellie's strap, making your eyes roll back to your head, and your pussydrunk. You feel euphoric as Ellie slowly takes it out, and you're still trying to get your breath back after what just happened.
"you feel okay?" Ellie says "You took that well, baby." Ellie moves her finger to your clit and starts to rub it again. You weren't expecting it so you almost fell to your knees. You moan from plessure and Ellie laughs, "Senestive?" Ellie says as she pulls you up and turns you towards her.
"Holy shit El-"
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arielstruggles · 6 months
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The Dawn of Regret
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem reader
Summary: You have a crush on Joel Miller and he becomes your patrol partner.
W.C: 3.4k
Warnings: Smut (mdni), P in V sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), Katoptronophilia, praise kink, slight dirty talk, breeding kink, big fat age gap (reader is 26 Joel is 56), angst.
A/N: Happy kinktober folks!. I love angst so i incorporate it in everything :| sorry. I honestly don't know if this will be a one shot or not, we will see. I'm sorry i'm not the best for descriptions. And if i have any grammar mistakes, sorry in advance i am not a native English speaker. Anyway, if anyone reads it, let me know your opinions, love you bye!
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You and Joel have known each other for quite some time now. It has been roughly four months that him and Ellie decided to stay in Jackson, instead of trying to find the Fireflies. Since then, they were joining you at different tasks. Ellie was too young to join the patrols without a training but Joel, as a 56 years old, fearless man; he was the perfect fit. Well, obviously he was a mass murderer too but it was helpful in this situation. But other than that you were nothing to each other. Just a couple of “Hello”s and “How is it going”s  here and there. But you couldn’t help to feel attracted to him. Normally, you were teaming up with Maria and Joel was teaming up with Tommy but Tommy and Joel decided that they were "sick of each other" so Maria came up with the solution that you were supposed to team up with Joel. It caught you off guard. You were so used to went on patrols with Maria that you didn't know what to do exactly. Not that you were unable to protect yourself or anything. You were living in Jackson for more than two years now and before that you basically learned how to survive on your own. No, it was not a doubt that came from your skills, it was because of Joel.
You were a little bit, just a little bit intimidated by his presence. He was not a chatty, lively man. His brows were mostly furrowed, well he was grumpy to say the least. Not that he was rude or mean towards you. On the contrary he knew where to stand. So, he sort of knew when to be nice which was obviously not around you. But you were not sure if you were okay where he was standing, you wanted more. He was a handsome man, grumpy old man to be fair but it didn't take anything from his charm. His broad shoulders, warm brown eyes, the dimple on his cheek which is a shame that you could barely see since he was not laughing around you that much. He was big and strong. His hands, his fingers... The thought of it showed itself as dampness on your panties. You were feeling guilty for dreaming about him from time to time but in your defense, who would not? Gosh those Fingers. “What would happen if he wrapped them around my throat?" you thought, on the couch where you were lying at the moment. "What would happen if he kissed me, or better bite me?" you get so worked up that dipped your fingers inside your panties.
After you came imagining it was his fingers inside you instead of yours, a wave of warmth washes your whole body. You are feeling so guilty. You are about to go on a patrol with this man and you masturbated, in your couch, thinking of him. And you had no idea how he felt about you, you saw him flirting with women before in the Tipsy Bison however none of them were as young as you. They were mostly older than forty. You are in your mid-twenties. Also, you know the fact that he had a daughter which if she was alive would be older than you so this was both unethical and impossible. You shake your head due to your own stupid thoughts and realize that it' almost three a.m. that means Joel and you are about the meet in an hour. You fix your clothes and decide to make yourself a coffee, you have limited supply of coffees so even though you really love it you can't drink as much as you want to but tonight, or this morning to be precise, you need to.
While you sip your coffee with the shame on your shoulders you hear a knock on your door, you leave your mug on the table and walk towards the door. “Who is that?” you ask, even though the low and husky tone makes it clear that it is Joel, you are just trying to be careful. “It’s Joel. I was just checking you if you were awake.” To hide the reflection of that stupid grin on your voice, you clear your throat “Yes, I am.” You can’t help the heat that rises from your core. “Okay, be outside of your door in 30.” He says and you hear footsteps fading away. You realize you didn’t even open the door, let alone kindly inviting him but it was probably for the best. You still feel warm and fuzzy because of your Joel fantasies. You grab your coffee and sip the rest while thinking of him. 
Once you’re done with your coffee, you step outside of your door with you backpack on your back and gun in its holster, waiting for Joel. After a while his big figures approaches which makes you feel giddy. You curse under your breath for feeling like a high schooler who sees their crush. “Mornin’” he rasps, “morning” you say in return. “We’re heading towards east this time. Tommy claims. There are riders.” It is obvious by his tone that he mocks with his brother. You nod as a response to his explanation and you both start walking. You know, silence is better to search the area but it makes you so uneasy. You want to talk to him desperately. “So, why you and Tommy decided to not to be partners anymore?” you ask, your tone is louder than you expected. “You wanna get attention of clickers or sumthin?” he is not mad, it’s his usual grumpiness but still you feel ashamed. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “sorry.” You murmur, this time your tone is quiet. “He was being a pain in the ass, I’m sick of his bullshit.” He answers your question without looking at your face, you are grateful for that. You hum in return while you keep on walking. It’s still dark outside and cold. You wish you were in your warm bed. But the man who is walking right beside you seems so unbothered. He doesn’t care about the cold or how dark it is. It is as if he is living for the sake of living. You study his demeanor, trying to be sneaky. “Is there sumthin on my face?” “no, i- I’m sorry.” “well, you should focus on the road not me.” his tone is amused this time, not annoyed, not grumpy. You see a smile dancing around his lips, it is not a smile but it’s the best you got which sort of encourages you. “I can do both” “Aren’t you sumthin?” he chuckles, you made him smile.
That little conversation is all you need for you to have a crush on Joel. Not that you had not anything towards him but it was not a strong feeling whatsoever. But the moment you were able to make him smile. Well, it worsens the situation. For the rest of the road, you are mostly quiet. The sun is about to rise, the sky is turning into a lighter shade of blue. The birds chirping. It almost sounds peaceful. In the middle of an apocalypse. You can’t help but laugh audibly. Joel turns towards you with a questioning look on his face. “I was thinking how peaceful it felt. The sky seems so pretty, birds are chirp-“Joel covers your mouth with one of his hands and yanks you to a tree trunk which sends a shock to your body. While you try to grasp what is the reason behind this, he gestures with his other hand to be quiet. You nod in return and both of you listen carefully. You hear the clickers around. High pitched screams of a bunch of them fill the woods. It’s disturbing. You are grateful for it though, it distracts you from thinking how close your bodies are, how one of his hands is on your mouth. After he gives you the que you wait in silence, you kill them one by one. “Morning exercise I guess.” You say. “Yeah, right.” He replies grumpily and rolls his eyes. Here he is again, the Joel you are familiar with. It is saddening honestly. Witnessing a side of him which he only shows people whom he really cares and trusts, which you crave to be one.
You look at your pocket watch it reads 8.45. Morning sun shines through the sky, it is warmer than a couple of hours earlier. You still have more than three hours and frankly, after your last unsuccessful attempt to make him talk, you give up. Morning sun hits his face in a way that invigorates his handsome features. You want to reach his face and caress his cheeks, kiss tip of his nose. Of course, you can’t do any of that, how could you? You don’t even know him, he doesn’t even know you. It’s just your hormones talking, you assure yourself. “Cat got your tongue?” he questions your silence. “Huh?” “You seem lost in your thoughts. You were chatty earlier.” “I thought you would be annoyed if I talk too much.” “Yeah, you thought that right.” Well, he is honest at least. You don’t say anything back. He breaks the silence when you find an old shed. “I know this is safe, I’ve been there before you wanna rest a bit? Before heading back to Jackson?” even though staying in a small space with Joel for a couple of hours seems like not a good idea your feet hurt from all that walking and fighting with clickers was draining so you decide it’s for the best “Yeah, sure.” He opens the door and checks out the shed just in case then nudges his head for you to get inside. There is a mirror at the corner. It has cracks here and there and sort of rusty but you can see your reflection.
You sit on a moldy couch, it’s not the best thing to sit but at least better it is than floor. He sits right next to you, you are pretty close to each other. This surprises you but considering it is the only somewhat comfortable thing in this place it should not. The silence is too loud. You want to speak, to say something but you don’t know what to say. It’s as if you forgot how to talk, as if all the words in you have lost their meanings. The hand on your thigh jerks you awake from your thoughts. You look at his hand on your thigh then his eyes. He looks at you as if he is about to devour you. Even if you dreamt about this before, it feels different when he really touches you. You feel shy all of a sudden. “Darlin’ you thought I didn’t realize how you look at me?” his raspy tone sends shivers down on your spine. You want to give in and let him fuck you senseless but a part of you still wants to resist. You clearly have no idea how this thing is going to work or what he really wants. “What? You must be dreaming Joel.” You chuckle nervously. “I most certainly am not.” His hand moves up and up till your crotch but he doesn’t touch there yet. “Tell me darlin’” he leans on your ear, his breath tickles your neck, you’re sitting side by side but you want him on top of you. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop.” “Fine, okay. I want you.” you try not to sound so desperate but the last part of your sentence comes out as whining. “Atta girl, was that so hard?” he murmurs and cups your crotch through your jeans. He doesn’t dip his fingers, not yet. He leaves wet kisses all over your neck. You do something bold and climb on his thigh. His large hands find their places on your waist. You kiss him deeply. Your tongues dance with harmony. You get wetter with each passing second and press yourself on his thigh a little more. He moans into your mouth. “Naughty, naughty” a smirk spreads across his mouth. You grind on his thigh more and more; the tension is unbearable at this point. “Joel, do something!” you burrow your face in the crook of his neck “Do what darlin?” “Fuck me Joel.” Your voice comes muffled. You bite down on his neck. he cradles you and take you in front of the mirror which you saw earlier. You are confused. “What are you doing?” you ask him. “Just want you to see everything.”
You are standing before the mirror; Joel is pressed behind you. His cock is nestled between your ass cheeks. His movements are slow, you still have a couple of hours left and everywhere seemed clear so you can take your time. But you are so restless. He takes off your coat, then your shirt, then your bra. You’re half naked. Your reflection in the mirror startles you. You are as much eager as Joel. He cups your right tit. His calloused fingers brush your hardened nipple while he licks your neck. You gasp with the overwhelming feeling. You’re dripping cunt flutters against nothing. You want him inside. “Joel” you moan. He bites your shoulder in return. You both watch your reflections in the mirror. You take one of his hands that are on your waist and slide it into your panties, he takes the hint, an amused laugh leaves his lips but he does not want to tease you so he starts toying with your clit while leaving wet kisses all over your shoulders and neck. While his thumb circles around your clit and he dips his middle finger to your hole. “Aren’t you a slut, hm? Waiting for me to fuck this hole of yours?” You moan to the vulgarity of his words. He adds a second finger, hitting just the right spots. The overwhelming sensation takes over your whole body, you feel weak in the knees and rest your back against his chest more and more. At this point you look like a body with two heads. You feel your first orgasm is about to hit. “Joel ‘m close, I’m so close.” You coo, “let it go baby girl. You’re such a good girl for me, let it go darlin’” he whispers to your ear. You don’t even hesitate to ruin his fingers with your cum. He takes his fingers off of you and licks them. You see the reflection in the mirror. It feels so unholy. You feel as if a sinner, for letting a man who’s the same age as your father, if he was alive, to finger fuck you. “Now darling, I want more. I want to my cock in that sweet pussy of yours. I want to eat you out.” “Yes Joel, please.” Your voice sounds so needy that you cringe. “I want you to watch baby girl. Every second of it.”
He lays down his coat to the floor and then lays you down on it. Unbuttons your jeans and strips down the rest of your clothes. He starts kissing your neck and makes his way down while leaving kisses on your torso. His tongue finds his way on your clit, it moves with ease. You grip a fist full of his hair and press him against your pussy more. The warmth of his tongue mixed with the warmth of your pussy sends shock waves to your body. He eats you out with such ease and pleasantly. Your moans fill the old shed. Then Joel stops, “time to take my cock darling’” he coos and unbuttons his jeans. Cold air hits your glistening folds, makes you shiver. He takes off his jeans and boxers. His fat cock is up against his belly. Your mouth waters, you want to take it to your mouth. He catches your hungry eyes. “Next time darling’”. His tip shines with pre cum. He is hard as a rock. He checks on the mirror, to see your reflections, you do the same. You can’t name the feels in you at the moment because it feels nice. He leans on your body and aligns his cock with your entrance. “You ready?” you nod eagerly. It has been a while-3 years to be precise- since you last got laid and you don’t have that much experience but you want to hide this fact from Joel. Once he pushes himself inside you, you scream. Then you adjust to his size and he picks up his once slower pace. “So wet and tight for me. So pretty.” He mutters in your ear. “good girl, aren’t you a sweet girl for me, darlin’?” you nod, he grabs you by the throat, “Answer me!” his tone is demanding, his gaze is dark. “Yes, yes Joel” you answer but frankly, you don’t even know what was he saying. Your hips move in sync. He is close “Where do you want me to come, darling?” “Inside” you say. You come together.  He fills you up. After you’re both done, he lays on you. You wrap your arms around his torso. It feels so intimate. You have so many questions you want to ask. But you don’t know how he will respond. You clearly have a crush on him but you are not sure if he feels something towards you or if it was just a bodily pleasure. You decide to wait for him to take the first step.
You lay there for almost half an hour. Then he speaks “It’s almost 11 a.m., we better get going.” You can’t tell if he sounds distant or not. He helps you to get up and you wear your clothes and he does the same. You leave the shed and head towards Jackson. He does not talk; you don’t want to talk as well. But you have more than two hours of walking distance so after a while you are so bored of silence and curiosity eats you alive. “what’s gonna happen now?” you ask expecting for him to say something positive. “Nothing.” he almost barks. You are stunned by the tone of his. “Oh?” is all you can say. “Look, it was a mistake, I shouldn’t be so reckless. You forget what happened, I’ll do the same.” It hurts you. He is so blunt and there is no emotion behind his words. You feel so stupid for even thinking this could have led to something. You feel tears sting to your eyes but try to hold them back. You have no intention to feel smaller in front of this monster of a man. You are unsuccessful though. He hears you sniffing, does not look at you. He does not want to feel more guiltier than this. “Now, don’t cry on me.” he wants to sound harsh; he wants you to hate him so that you will never like him. It does not help. He wants you to be safe and being closer to him is not the safest option.
You can see Jackson, you’re close. That means you can go to your home and cry for hours. Your sadness leaves its place to anger. “You know, you are a disgusting man. You gave me hope and now you’re leaving me like this.” You know that is not the truth but you want to hurt him. “You are right about that. But I didn’t think you could be this naïve to fall for me.” “You deserve to die alone! If your daughter knew all this, she would’ve hated you.” You can see the burning flame in his eyes. For a second you think he will smack you across your face but he does not instead he grabs your arm tightly. “Just because we fucked does not mean you are something to me. You are clearly desperate for attention. You want someone to love you. But that ain’t me. You’re nobody.” He leaves your arm and walks towards his home. You stand there like a fool you tried to hurt him but he did it. You start to walk as well, Maria approaches you. “So, how was your patrol? You seem pale.” “It was okay, a couple of clickers, nothing unusual.” Your voice cracks, she looks at you worriedly. “please, I don’t want to talk.” You explain and she nods. You open your door and enter your house. The moment the door shut closed you start crying.
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gothbitez · 1 year
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linger, ellie williams
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pairing: dealer!ellie x afab!reader
chapter: one shot (5.5k words) (theres hope for a continuation tbh) proofread but I'm dyslexic so if you see a missing word, double words and errors- mind ur business </3
warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ so minors dni, dealer!ellie so mentions of drug use and marijuana, afab!reader and gendered nicknames, poc friendly!! blasphemy, choking, use of trusty strap. ellie's a bit rough but it's all consensual she just gets pussydrunk tbh, (think that's all)
summary: reader returns from patrol to find her stash is empty, relying on her trusty masc dealer who loves calling her nicknames and teasing her.
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A sigh escaped your lips, damn.
You looked at the almost empty baggie with a slight pout, almost pleading to the bag, hoping its substances would magically reappear. But you knew better than that.
You glanced at the clock behind you, it rested on a mahogany wall which had seldom been cleaned or decorated, you simply didn't have the time or effort, to be honest. Even after so many years.
There was too much to do in Jackson, whether you were on patrol, sorting out stables or farming crops. There was rarely any free time, but tonight you had returned from a three-week patrol, and all you had wanted was to spark up and relax for a few hours. Maybe finally get some good fucking sleep, in your own bed.
Alas, you had returned to Jackson to find your stash box considerably emptier than you remember. You could've sworn you had some more left, but knowing your habits, three weeks prior you had probably decided it would be best to smoke it all, as a going-away present to yourself. You sighed at your own stupidity.
The clock's hands ticked as you reevaluated your situation. Another look at the clock told you it was now 2:36 a.m. What were your options?
You could attempt to sleep without a joint and lie awake all night, your mind consistently reminding you of all the shocks and horrors you'd seen that you'd hoped had all been forgotten. Sometimes, you'd see the restless faces you had killed, sometimes you'd see the people who tried to kill you. Other times, flashes of infected, masses and masses of them charging after you. You shook your head to yourself. Needless to say, going cold turkey was not something you had wanted to do, especially at nighttime.
With that in mind, you collected some things and put some denim pants on, they were a bit on the baggy side but in the apocalypse, beggars can't be choosers, they fit around your waist that's all that matters. On top rested a tightly fitted green shirt, it was actually one of your favourites as it let you see what was going on underneath those clothes, it made you feel confident and you'd need all the confidence you had for this.
You had no other choice, it was almost 3 a.m and the only other person who was likely to be awake, someone with the same sleeping struggles as you, was none other than Ellie Williams. Your cheeks flushed. Would she even be awake? Would she even want customers at this hour?
You hesitated as you reached your front door, this probably wasn't a good idea but you were desperate, with a final sigh you unlocked your door and stepped outside into Jackson's winter weather.
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With a light tap, you knocked on Ellie's door, suddenly unsure of yourself. A few moments passed as you thought no answer was going to come when you heard shuffling from inside the building and a shadow moving across the window.
You sighed, happy that she was awake.
You heard the door unlock before it opened revealing the auburn-haired girl you had hoped to see. Her brows were furrowed, a hint of confusion on her features.
"It's a bit late, you know." She spoke, her voice raspy, she was probably tired. It was then that you realised how desperate you probably looked, knocking on Ellie's door at ungodly hours of the night.
"Sorry, ran out of weed." You muttered, that was all you could say, a gust of condensation exiting with your words due to the cold. Hopefully, she'd be kind enough to give you some and spare you the embarrassment. Ellie had a reputation for being a bit of a menace, though.
Ellie chuckled quietly, looking down at you. "Well, that explains it," she hummed, her green eyes locking onto yours. Unable to hold her gaze, you looked down at your hands. They were slowly becoming numb from the extreme weather, your jacket not padded enough to protect you from this cold. "I know it's late, I just can't sleep without it..." you trailed off, "sorry, I can come back tomorrow if that's better."
Ellie simply shook her head, a soft smile grazing her plump lips, "I couldn't turn away such a pretty girl," she stopped, "especially at this time of night, it's dangerous out there."
At her words, you felt yourself fumble. You knew there was little to worry about in the safe confines of Jackson in terms of danger, except for a few raids here and there. Memories flashed in your head from a few years ago, you blushed at the thought, refusing to entertain it any longer. You wondered if she remembered it, too. Probably not.
"Only if it's no bother," you said, unsure. "Of course, not. It comes with the job of being the only source for miles," she reassured, to which you smiled and shook your head, agreeing.
"Come in, you look like you're freezing." That you didn't expect, usually in your meetings you would quickly exchange goods before returning home. But this time, she was looking at you with that smile of hers, and the cold was slowly decreasing your energy. "Yeah, okay." you hesitated, following her into her home.
Ellie closed the door behind you, before speaking again, "It's upstairs, I'll go grab it, you can take a seat wherever." She accommodated, I sat as she left the room, hearing her footsteps trail upstairs.
You took this time to look around, your house was comfortable, but it wasn't quite lived in as Ellie's, who seemingly had personalised and decorated her space. You wonder if she has people over often. For some reason, that thought tightened your chest.
You were quickly pulled away from your thoughts as Ellie reappeared in the living room. "Here," she threw a bag towards you, you smiled as your mission had been successful, catching the bag in your hands. "Thanks," you spoke, gratitude all over your voice.
"Don't mention it," she paused, "Seriously, don't mention it, Maria's been on my ass about it." "Having a domestic dealer probably wasn't what she wanted for Jackson." You joked, knowing Maria always made disapproving comments when she'd catch a whiff of it at your house. "Well, too bad. If I had to deal with an apocalypse sober, I'd have shot myself." She deadpanned, and you laughed in return.
"Thank you for providing sanity for us all." Ellie laughed at this. Her eyes looking over you, it reminded you of that day so many years ago. You shuddered.
"Well, I'll head off, don't wanna bother you more than I already have." You said, thinking that it must be at least four in the morning by this point. "Rude as always, I see." she joked, putting her hand over her heart in feigned hurt, "not even gonna stay for a joint?" Ellie pressed, finding herself entertained with the pretty girl in her living room.
To be honest, you were quite comfortable and warm. Not wanting to face that cold again, you mulled over what she said, surely one joint with her can't hurt right? "If you insist," you finally said.
With that, Ellie picked herself up off the floor, making her way over to Joel's vinyl player. You took this time to really look at her, she'd only gotten more attractive over the years you'd known her. Her short auburn hair was tied into a half bun, the rest of her hair left down, biting down on her lip softly as she scoured for a good record to play, god she really was attractive, you thought.
Against your will, memories of ardent kisses, lingering glances, heavy breaths and harsh touches appeared in your brain again. God damn it, you thought, not now. You pressed your legs together as Ellie had finally picked a record, placing it delicately on the player before turning her attention back towards you, music playing softly in the background.
"So, we've not really spoken for a while, huh?" Ellie said, grabbing the baggie and her paraphernalia as she settled down on the floor to roll. Ellie knew you could roll perfectly fine, you had been getting weed off her for years, but she couldn't help herself from wanting to show off her skills a little. You glanced at her arms, toned and tanned, adorned with a tattoo, your glance reaching her hands as you inspect the delicate way she grabs the items. Her hands are so pretty- veiny and strong, your thoughts roamed, thinking about what she could do with them, you blushed to yourself.
"I've been on patrol the past three weeks, only got back tonight." "I was wondering where the beauty of Jackson had disappeared off to," she half-smiled, looking up from hands to you, "Glad you're back."
You felt the blood in your cheeks rise, you were far from the prettiest girl around. "Me too, couldn't take another day of Jesse and Dina sneaking around during the night." You joked, those two thought they were so subtle and you couldn't shatter that blissful illusion for them. "Why do you think I refuse to go on patrol with both of them?" Ellie said, the joint rolled in less than a few minutes.
You couldn't help but be impressed, it usually took you a good amount of time before you could perfectly tuck the paper into itself, that part always annoyed you. But, Ellie? She did it all so effortlessly, her fingers habitually manoeuvring the paper before bringing it to her lips, licking the edge of the paper to stick it all together. Her eyes never left yours as she did this, lingering on you.
You watched, wordlessly as she finished rolling it. What could you say? Yeah, that was really hot, do it again, never. "Why are you so far away, I don't bite," Ellie said, trying to soften the tension that glazed over the room.
You didn't realise the distance there was between you two, you being happily sat on the couch whilst Ellie settled herself on the floor. "Alright," you scootered down next to her on the floor, resting your back against the couch. "That's more like it,"
With that, she held the joint up to your face, placing it lightly between your defined lips. You froze, watching her grab a lighter and bring it to the joint, lighting it for you. You inhaled, securing the flame was actually lit before pulling away and exhaling.
You remembered something Tommy had said, how before the outbreak, men would sometimes light cigarettes for women they find attractive and were actively pursuing. You wondered if Ellie was making a subtle move on you, but before the thought continued, you passed the joint back to her, fingers lingering on each other briefly. She established eye contact, not breaking it as she inhaled. You felt something in the air switch.
"You know something?" She broke the silence, exhaling the smoke as she did so, you thought she was about to say something really serious, so you listened. "I think you've never had to roll a joint in your entire life," she accused, an impish glint in her eyes letting you know she was officially reaching teasing territory.
"Excuse me, I can roll very well, thank you." You responded, feeling confident in your abilities. "No, I don't think that's true," she paused, taking a drag, "Pretty girl like you, I'm sure men are fawning at the chance to roll for you to impress." Ellie teased. "What, like you?" You retorted, not wanting her to have the upper hand. This seemed to catch her off guard, "What? You think I didn't notice you 'fawning to roll to impress me'?" Ellie was silent, then. Her teasing had backfired and she was left with nothing to say. You felt a swell of pride, you had made the confident Ellie speechless.
Passing you the joint back, Ellie thought back to the same day you couldn't stop remembering, she recalled that day clearly. The way your mouths had fervently collided, a haze of lust in each other's eyes. You had probably both been about 17 at the time, succumbing to each other after a night of secretly drinking Tommy's whiskey behind the stables. Of course, the lovely make-out session had been interrupted by Jesse, who was roaming around the stables. Ever since then, they never mentioned it, and nothing further happened. To make it worse, she found out that the day after you two had kissed, there was a certain man trying to grab your attention.
Ellie was never insecure, but seeing you laugh at this random bastard's jokes made her feel inferior, so she gave up. She left you alone and decided she wouldn't mention it. Though, her body craved to feel you again. She had assumed you were straight, in all honesty, but she never bothered to ask. If she did she would've found that you were the exact opposite. You had dated men in the past, slept with them, Ellie knew this. However, she was none the wiser to the truth that you were, in fact, dealing with a heavy dilemma as you realised you weren't actually attracted to men. You had always known you were into women, but finalising that you weren't into men at all, was a recent development.
Ellie sighed, thinking of that night. You had probably forgotten, she thought. It was so long ago now. "Penny for your thoughts," you said, after exhaling and passing it back to Ellie. "I'd rather stay penniless." She stated, not wanting to expose what she was really thinking about. "Come on, that's no fun." You said, feeling light-headed.
"I was just thinking," she trailed off, realising she had lost the upper hand. Ellie wouldn't have that, she craved being in control of the situation again. Ellie liked control, she liked to have her bearings and to be honest, you were making her lose it. "What?"
"I was wondering if you remember that night." You gulped, eyebrows slightly raising and stopped the movement of your hand raising the joint to your lips. There it is. Ellie thought, a smirk grazing her lips, she remembers. "I don't know what you're talking about, Ellie." This was the first time in the entire night you had said her name, and the rush it brought her was unreal, feeling more confident to press further. She saw you shudder and she wanted to see it again, she wanted to see you in all sorts of compromising positions.
"You don't?" Ellie teased, "Really?" Inching closer to you, gaze dropping down to your lips, not believing a word that was coming from them. You tensed, of course, you remembered. How could you possibly forget? The way she grabbed your waist, kissing up your neck. It was heavenly. You sighed, and she ate it up.
It was an unspoken thing, you both quietly decided that it'd be best to never mention it. But now, Ellie was reaching dangerous territory, and she couldn't pull herself back.
"Cos I remember," she leaned closer to your ear, "I remember everything." Your mouth hung open, feeling the heaviness of her breath hitting your ear, almost making you flinch. "You do?" you breathed, moving your head so it was level with hers.
"Everything," Ellie stated. Her eyes were blown out, the joint almost neglected as the smoke kept disappearing into the room's air. Ellie grabbed the forgotten joint from your hands, bringing it to her lips and inhaling, before moving it back to your lips. Your faces were so close, she blew the smoke at you. You latched on to the joint taking a final drag before Ellie stumps it out and throws it aside, "Let me jog your memory," grabbing the back of your head, bringing your lips closer.
With the smoke still in your throat, you close the gap, lips meeting in a needy manner. Her hand still latched on to your hair, pulls your head back as you have no choice but to sigh into her mouth. Ellie sucks the smoke from your lips, taking her final drag before ripping her lips from yours to blow it out.
You had never seen anything like it, you felt a rush down to your core at the action, then realised you were sad that she had taken away the warmth of her lips.
With a groan, she replaced her hands at the back of your neck, breathing heavily as she reconnected your lips together. God this was so much better than you remembered, Ellie's gotten good at this, causing a pang of jealousy to hit your chest.
Your hands travelled, meeting her waist and letting out a small gasp as Ellie grabbed the back of your head and pulled your neck back again, exposing your throat to her. This time, she leaned down and placed her soft lips on your supple skin, groaning as she sucked, causing soft hisses to escape from you. Ellie chuckled and continued leaving marks all over your neck, she was enjoying this, fucker.
Her roaming hands grasp the skin underneath your shirt, gripping you tightly. You let out a sigh as she manoeuvred her hands up, reaching the hem of your bra. Ellie brought her lips from your throat back to yours, almost laughing at how much she wanted this. She grabbed your thighs, a noise reverberating in her throat as she felt how warm they were, with a slight squeeze of your inner thigh, she hoisted you on top of her lap. Legs spread over hers.
Ever since that day, Ellie had never forgotten about you. Haunted by the memories of the night she held sacred. She often wondered if you thought about it. She wishes she had gotten further with you that night, but Jesse had to ruin everything. Here, today, she was given another chance, another chance to claim you, to mark you and make you feel the best pleasure you've ever felt.
It was almost carnal, her desire. She thanked her gods for bringing you to her tonight, she had a taste of you that night, and now she was ready to have the whole serving. "Ellie.." you trailed off, suddenly embarrassed, looking at her with those doe eyes. How can you look at her so innocently? Ellie almost melted at the sight, your eyes needy and chest rising rapidly, tugging on her waist harder. "What is it, pretty girl?" You almost moaned at the nickname, feeling a wave of shyness hitting you.
"Use your words, baby." Ellie hummed, placing her lips on your earlobe as she bit down gently, her hands caressing your back as she grabbed you tightly by the waist.
"Ellie... I.." You finally moaned, allowing yourself to give in, "Yes, angel?" Her raspy voice in your ear was causing your thoughts to run at a million miles per second. "Please," you finally said, covering your eyes with your hands.
Ellie was having none of that, she quickly raised her arms to grab yours, pulling them away from your face. "Why are you hiding, pretty girl?" You locked eyes, the longer you looked at her, the less resolve you had. She was just... so hot. The scar on her eyebrow brought a certain toughness to her appearance, her plump lips slightly red from kissing you, you could only imagine what you looked like. "I want you." You said, to which her smirk reappeared.
"Is that right?" she pecked your lips, "What do you want me to do?" She was teasing you, she knew damn well what you wanted. But she'll be damned if you weren't going to say it.
"Ellie!" You groaned, "Don't make me say it." hiding your face into her neck. "Say it." Her voice deadpan, "Say what you want me to do to you or this stops."
Her sudden change in demeanour took you by surprise, not expecting the way her words dripped with honey and hung in the air. You heard Ellie had a reputation, word travels fast in a small town, but you didn't realise just how quickly she could switch to being so dominating. You had no choice, now. Ellie wanted you to submit to her, assert her power and give you everything you needed. You just needed to say the word.
The tension hung in the atmosphere as you stared at each other, her pupils were dilated so large you could barely see the green eyes leaning on you. You couldn't take any more, you needed her, like a flower craves sunshine. "I need you to fuck me, Ellie." That's all that was needed. As soon as those sweet, sweet words left those tender lips of yours, Ellie knew she was a goner.
"That's all you had to say, pretty girl," she whispered into your lips, her hands at your thighs. It's like she just knew where to touch you, like she was born knowing. You let out a moan when she placed her knee in between your legs, grabbing her neck for support. You were still on her lap, your hips started moving automatically at the feel of her knee where you needed her the most.
"That's it, baby." she hummed, "Keep moving those hips for me," Her hands moved down to your ass, grabbing it and pulling you down further on her knee, all you could do was moan, and she had barely done anything. The power was quickly going to Ellie's head as she became unabashed. Loving how you looked so weak right now, so powerless, so... hers.
Ellie took notice of the way your cheeks darkened whenever she called you those names, she wanted to use that to her advantage. With a quick hand, she unbuttoned the pants that were still in the way, dragging them down your legs to reveal your silken thighs and lace underwear. Ellie groaned at the sight, fingers already making their way to your underwear before either of you noticed. She almost slapped herself for not doing this sooner, then remembered that guy.
"All those times you came here, saying you wanted a joint," she paused, "What you really wanted was for me to fuck you until you break." Her fingers teased circular motions at the inner part of your thighs, the sensation making you squeeze your legs. She was so close. "Isn't that right?" she questioned, "You just want to be fucked properly, can't fault you there, baby girl. These stupid men don't know what they're doing."
"Ellie... please." you moaned, feeling her fingers so, so close to your dripping core. "Is that what you want, hmm?" she cooed, her lips going to your neck again, "You want me to fuck you like those guys never did?" Fingers inching closer and closer, they slid the fabric of your underwear to the side. "Fuck.. Ellie.. please." You couldn't believe yourself, you were someone who liked to be in control, and Ellie was completely undoing everything you thought about yourself by the second. You heard the desperation in your own voice, almost ashamed that you could ever sound that needy.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." She dipped her finger into you, rotating it in small circles that made your skin feel as though it was on fire. The slight pressure of Ellie's finger stretching you out brought moans from your lips, it had been so long since you had been touched. And even longer since you felt this turned on. You craved more, you craved her.
Rutting your hips against her finger, Ellie decided to add more digits. Watching you as your face contorted with bliss, your eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth hung open, delicious sounds escaping your lips. It was music to Ellie's ears. This was officially the furthest you two had ever gotten.
"Do you know how long I wanted to do this, to see you rocking on my fingers? God, I could've killed Jesse that night." She groaned, her eyes gleaming as she smirked, feeling your hand grab her wrist, almost to say, more, more.
You were becoming breathless, but it still was not enough. You wanted all of Ellie. For her to give you her hardest. "Mhmm..." you moaned, smiling at the thought of Ellie being annoyed that your time in the stables had been interrupted, she thought about it as much as you did. It was clear now.
Ellie caught the smile and grinned, bringing her hand up to your throat. Smiling darkly up at you as she applied gentle pressure to your windpipe. You gasped, anytime a man had even tried to lay his hands on you like that, you'd tell him to kick it where the sun don't shine, yet with Ellie? With Ellie you would let her ravage you, take complete ownership of you. It was so natural. "You think I didn't see you practically drooling over my hands, you're not as subtle as you think, doll." 
Her toned arms gleamed in the dark as she fucked you, her other hand grabbing your breast under your shirt and rubbing your nipple, placing her lips over it as she sucked. You were getting close, the knot in your stomach tightening at her actions, and then she halted, pulling away from you and directing you onto the couch.
All you could do was whimper. Pathetically. That was until she leaned over you, your back resting against the couch as she spread your legs. She was tall, and she towered over you. Her fingers removed your shirt as yours removed her sports bra and shorts, throwing the garments with reckless abandon, uncaring of where they ended up, meeting each other's lips with a fever.
You felt your heart beat faster, the anticipation nearly making you come on the spot, you clenched wondering what she was about to do. Ellie lifted herself off you and onto her feet, "I'll be back, baby." She said before ruminating through a box in the room, you couldn't see what she was doing though, her back turned to you.
When she returned to you, she reconnected your lips, feverish hands moulding themselves over every inch of your body. As if she was worshipping you. Her head travelled down, dropping kisses on your collarbone, down to your stomach and finally reaching the top of your pelvis. You felt your thighs being pulled apart before Ellie placed her warm tongue down on you.
You moaned, relaxing at the sensation of her wet tongue lapping up your juices, she was good at this, there was no denying that. You were quick to lose control, hands clawing at the back of Ellie's head, as she wrapped your thighs around her head, bringing her tongue deeper. "Fuck..." you gasped, grabbing her head to relieve the pressure as she licked harder, alternating between soft and harsher pressures. It wasn't long before you were a moaning mess, whimpering and clenching around nothing.
Ellie decided to multitask, stretching you open with her fingers as she ate you out. She groaned herself, even without you touching her she was already so turned on, her mind reeling and all she could think about was you. You, those moans and that body. She felt drunk from the sounds you released, and wanted nothing more than to continue hearing them.
She removed her mouth from your core, fingers still dipping in and out of you. "You like that, baby? Huh?" She breathed, "You like having my fingers inside you?" She teased, looking up at you with those darkened eyes, before dipping her head back down to your core. "Ye-mhmm, yes, fuck!" You never knew head and fingers could make you feel so good, just goes to show the kind of previous partners you had.
"More, plea- Ellie!" The pace at which she was going in was unmatched, you were surprised a smoker had so much stamina. "Did you say more, pretty girl?" She hummed, waiting till you closed your eyes and nodded, "I think I know how I can help." There was an impish look in her eyes, as she stopped. You heard her shuffle around with something before you realised what it was.
Fuck. That had all just been a teaser, foreplay before the main event. Ellie had manoeuvred herself into the harness, glancing at you as you bit your lip, watching her silently, as she slid the plastic tip over your folds. Running the tip along the wetness of your core, you ground your hips against it, hoping Ellie would take the hint.
If she did, she made no acknowledgement of it, teasing you slowly as the tip became covered in your slick. Ellie just loved teasing, curious to see how long she could drag this out until you couldn't take it anymore. "Ellie, if you don't fuck me with that already, I'm leaving and never coming back," you groaned, your voice breathless as you tried to level out your breathing.
"Don't worry, darling, all in good time," she said, before finally slipping in the tip to your entrance. You couldn't bite down your moans anymore, feeling more full by the second as you stretched around the object. "Oh-," you gasped out, barely able to speak, this is what Ellie had wanted all along, you around her in this way as she grinded her hips into yours.
"Like that, baby?" she cooed, caressing your thighs, you nodded, "Yeah? Is this what you wanted?" "Mhm-my god," you moaned, finally feeling relief as the object dipped in and out, hitting you where you craved, filthy sounds left both of your lips. "No god here, just me," she smirked, with an air of cockiness, as she grabbed your hips, locking them into place as she went deeper inside you, relishing in the delicious sounds erupting from your lips.
"Ellie, feels so- so good," you nuzzled your face into your arms, feeling your eyes roll over to the back of your head, conscious about what you looked like, you hid. But Ellie seems to like it when you're confident, not shy.
Grabbing your arms and ripping them away from your face, she thrust into you as she held your arms over your head, keeping you in place, all exposed for her. She loved the filthy expression on your face, lips in the shape of an 'o', brows furrowed and eyes rolling.  "Who knew?" she teased, "That you were just a dirty little girl just waiting for me to fuck you," she loved the way her words had an impact on you, feeling high off your reactions.
"Please," you were reduced to whimpers and moans, the air felt obscene. Ellie suddenly grabbed your hips, flipping you over so you were on your stomach, she delved her hips into yours and the new position left you seeing stars. Her hand grabbed your hair, and you raised your hips, arching your back and rocking your hips with hers. The auburn-haired girl rubbed her palm softly on your ass before smacking her hand down with force, you yelped, not expecting the sudden hit and Ellie almost got scared until she noticed you settle into yourself, moaning louder.
"Fuck, doll, you're so hot like this," Ellie breathed, smacking her hand down on your cheek again, this time there was the red mark of her digits imprinted into your skin, it was devilish how much that riled Ellie on, losing control over her mouth as the obscene words escaped her lips. "Look at you," she scoffed, smirking, "So perfect, just made for this cock," At her crude words, you cried out, almost feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations you were experiencing, that didn't stop Ellie, though.
"I bet no man has ever fucked you like this, huh?" Her hips thrust into you, slower this time but deeper, you were already close, she didn't have to do much, taking long pauses before entering you again. Her fingers moved down to your clit, rubbing the bud to enhance your orgasm, as she leaned over your ear, your hair still bunched into her hand, which was handy as it allowed her to bring your head closer to her own. "Answer me, doll,"
"No, Ellie-" you struggled out, "No one, ju-just you," You were delirious, evidently having lost your grasp on yourself as your body shook, you were so close. "That's what I thought," she whispered into your ear, dropping your head back into the couch, fucking you relentlessly.
Her fingers on your clit exacerbated your orgasm, as you let out a final "Fuck!" as your body rode out the high, twitching in Ellie's arms. "Fuck..." you whispered again, as you rested your head on your crossed arms, taking deep breaths as you slowly came back to reality. Ellie slipped herself out of you, rubbing circles into your thighs as she placed sweet kisses on your spine.
"You are... wow." she hummed, you were better than she ever expected. At a loss for words she decided to wrap her arms around you, you still lay on the couch, catching your bearings as you felt her strong arms cover your body. "I could say the same for you," You giggled, covering your face, "Come on now, still shy?" Ellie chuckled, "What we gonna do about this, then?"
"It's your fault, you're just so.." "So what?" She continued, her fingers rubbing against your skin. She was so different now, all affectionate when she had been a lust demon just seconds earlier. You two clearly had a lot to talk about. "Irresistible." "I'll take that,"
"I think I'll come down to your house at 3 am again,"  "I'd like that."
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best friend!ellie x reader
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summary: ellie williams has had enough of heartbreak for her entire lifetime, vowing to never fall in love again, her best defense mechanism: but you were so soft, so inevitable.
content warning: story inspired by this loser!ellie headcanons post by the lovely syd (@elliesflower) includes light mentions of smut, pining and traumatic past relationships
word count: 1,006
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a bundle of sharp ends and rough edges, inconveniently timed jokes and tempered anger management, your ellie was a sight to behold in her armour, though you preferred the skin beneath it: bruised and relentless, tarnished by survival, tender like a kiss. if she had been slightly more courageous she might’ve noticed your gaze– but she was not. claiming herself cowardly damaged goods ellie williams would smudge sketches of you from tears who dared misbehave into free fall mid drawing.
she had your features memorised like a map, the valley of your cheeks, crease of your eyes, mountains of the lips, pictured herself constantly visiting your limbs for sightseeing and painted you in sunset colours like a dream as if she was not living her own personal nightmare.
you were dancing with dina now, her hands by your waist as you grinded down her crotch painstakingly in slow motion to the rhythm of jesse’s playlist, ellie sucked in a breath and gulped down her beer as she steadied herself. it had barely been forty eight hours since you found yourself crying by ellie’s lap in the middle of the night over a long due breakup, her murder jokes becoming funnier the more tired you became, no one would’ve guessed by your radiance and movement just how heartbroken you had been, but your best friend knew, and she was glad for your peace of mind even if it was an intoxicated response.
you smiled at her once your body finally swayed back up, shaking away the brunette’s grip and offering up your arms to a flushed ellie who anticipated your request and shook her head.
“nope, i don’t dance”
“please” you hummed and she shuddered, erupting in pathetic shivers through every inch of skin. you had grabbed her drink and placed it down before taking her hands into yours and pulling them towards your waist, bright red replacing pale peach all across her cheeks with the thoughts that raced through ellie’s mind unwelcomed, would you plead like that with her tongue by your cunt too?
“you’re my favourite person in the world” you whispered by her ear closing the gap between your bodies as the song switched to something slower, ellie smiled in response fiddling with the belt loop of your jeans “should’ve dated you instead of that asshole” and with that joke, she choked.
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you had been crying again, legs carrying you towards ellie’s doorstep for the third time this week, she had fallen asleep on the couch somewhat anticipating your arrival ready to answer the door after glancing at the bright clock alarming 2:54 a.m. she swung it open with a yawn and stared you down: tousled hair of sleepless nights tossing, swollen lips and glossy eyes in a white nightgown too naked for jackson weather you looked like a fallen angel left abandoned at her doorstep. the softness of your voice snapped her of thoughts, the smallest hi els coming out through lumped throat, you fell towards her arms and latched on.
she held you as one held a star; not quite sure what to do with the sharp ends, not quite able to stare at its light, cutting herself at your vertices and squinting eyes at your sight to refrain from further falling.
“baby” ellie cooed lightly shoving you towards the couch, a lead which you complied plopping down the soft fabric alongside her “she never deserved you anyways, remember that one time she said your favourite ice cream was overrated? frankly a bitch” you giggled in reponse.
“no no i’m serious, or that other time we found series dvds and binge watched friends and she said ross didn’t cheat on rachel? or when you were cold and pouty and she just told you she couldn’t control the weather? seriously it is astounding how you saw any redeeming qualities in her, what was she like super good in bed?”
your laughter ceased, suddenly embarrassed “she never even” you started but shook your head, though ellie would not let you drop it now, widened eyes and amused smile growing.
“what?”
“ellie, just drop it”
“she never even what? made you cum?”
your silence answered her question louder than a nod could have and she choked back laughter whilst you dug your blushed face into the nearest throw pillow, endless musings on how you must be awfully frustrated and jesus angel why didn’t you tell me i would’ve had you break up with her if i knew, could’ve given her lessons- ow! don’t hit me.
“it’s not like you’re a fucking sex expert, williams” you mocked instinctively, rolling your eyes at your amused best friend.
“sure, i could still for certain make you cum though”
“stop fucking around”
“i’m not, i’m being serious!” the laughing stopped as she licked her lips “i would show you but i’m not a rebound girl”
this was the point ellie should’ve guessed it was a dream, your bright eyes looking back at her glinting at desire in a way that bordered filthy, a hunger unbeknownst to most people in their entire lifetime while the plead show me escaped past your reddened lips. she didn’t even hesitate before pressing against you, breath hovering your face as she propped herself up on top of your layed body radiating warmth like forest fires attaching themselves to every cell of her skin, the second your lips found eachother fireworks exploded by her insides.
you whimpered into her mouth, a begging, and she complied eagerly lowering herself trailing wet kisses down your neck till it stained them purples and reds, she wished to paint you whole with her tongue, hands reaching between your thighs and squeezing, your loud reaction stealing a curseful moan from herself.
and then the fucking doorbell rang. and you dissolved. and she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock and there it was 2:52 a.m. she opened the door and her angel appeared again, though now aware none of what was wished upon would come true at her appearance.
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Electromagnetism
~ ellie williams x reader
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part two <3
synopsis: you and ellie williams have been long time rivals. you are a physics majors at wellesley college, and you’re competing for the same spot in the prestigious dr. ramsey’s lab as ellie. suddenly neither of you can escape the other as you’re both trying to navigate your final year of college.
content: college!ellie, modern au, mean!ellie, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, eventual smut, swearing, banter, just trying to intro ellie and reader rn
an: this is the first fic i've written! i hope you enjoy :) pls be kind
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I want this year to be better. To achieve more. To get everything I have wanted. Well.. I want this to be the year I best Ellie Williams. It has been so frustrating to get second best to her no matter how hard I try. I study 15 hours for the exam. She studies for 20. I get a 98 on the lab report. She gets a 100. I can’t stand this girl. This year I have a fire under my ass. I’ll do whatever it takes to get the lab position with Dr. Ramsey, and I know Ellie is gunning for it too… 
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Day One  - PHYS 302: Quantum Mechanics 
Fuck. I know I'm going to be late. I had been up until 2:00 a.m. devising a plan for how I was going to handle all of the stress of senior year. Between tutoring, a full class load, and working on my thesis, I am going to have no life outside of school. Although, I’m kind of fucking it up already by waking up late for the first day of class. 
I am sprinting through campus trying to navigate through the thick of the freshman class wandering aimlessly around. I have 1 minute and 39 seconds to make it on time before Dr. L locks the door. (She’s a bit famous for doing that). It’s mid august and hot. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, and my bangs are clinging to my forehead. I see a shortcut to the physics building through the freshly landscaped garden. Dirt and mulch kicks up my jeans, but I don’t care. Behind me, I hear yelling. “Move out of my way!!” I look momentarily to see none other than Ellie Williams. Suddenly I don’t feel as bad about being late. She’s in her typical wardrobe of converse and a jacket too big for her, and she’s running toward me. 
“Don’t you know she’s going to lock the door on us!” 
“I know Ellie!” I scoff back. I book it knowing we only have 45 seconds left to make it on time. We’re both charging up the stairs. Ellie shoves me aside. I yell  “Are you kidding me!” She simply laughs at me. 
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I’m following right behind her. I can feel the anger flood through my body. My cheeks are flushed, and I can feel my rage nearly leave my mouth. I know I’d only be stooping to her level. I see the door in my line of sight and feel the tension dissipate knowing we made it. We rush through the door with seconds to spare. All eyes are on us. I suddenly feel the anger leave and be replaced by embarrassment. I look around for somewhere to sit. PHYS 302 is a popular class with a majority of the seats being full. Ellie and I look at each other realizing there are only two seats left. Right next to each other. 
We both glare at the other, but sit down knowing we’ve already caused a commotion by busting through the door at the last second. I’m angry. I’m irritated. This is exactly why I have to do better this semester. I know what I want, and I won’t stop until I see that smirk wiped off her face. 
As class continues on, I glance over at Ellie. She’s diligently taking notes and hanging on to every word Dr. L says. I should be doing the same. This class is important to me, and doing well can help me guarantee my spot in Dr. Ramsey’s lab. I’ve been dreaming of doing my thesis with her help since freshman year. Right now though, I need to stop daydreaming about beating Ellie and actually do it. 
I’ve always loved the atmosphere here at Wellesley. The campus is gorgeous and almost looks otherworldly at times. The blossoming pinks of the spring and the rich reds and yellows of the fall makes it look like a daydream. I have studied at nearly every picnic table out here. The sun is shining down on my face through the clouds.  I look up and start to reminisce about the good times I’ve had here, but the heat is getting to me. I peel off my jacket before I enter my next lecture. I open the door to see Ellie Williams smirking at me. 
PHYS 208: Intermediate Electromagnetism
“I didn’t think you’d be brave enough to take this class. Seems a little too… difficult for you.” 
“Fuck off Ellie. You know I’m just as smart as you.” 
“And I know how much it kills you that you have to work twice as hard to come close to me” 
I laugh. “What kills me is that you think that’s true. I already know you studied for days for Dr. Ramsey’s final when I studied for a couple hours and got practically the same grade” I can feel myself getting flustered. I’ve been wanting to dedicate this semester to kicking her ass, and she can see it. I watch as her cheeks turn red. She knows I see her too. She turns back around in her seat. 
The weight of the day feels heavy on my shoulders. I shouldn’t have said that to Ellie. Dina told me in confidence how much time she was dedicating to studying for the exam. I shouldn’t have betrayed her trust just to get back at Ellie. I don’t have much time to waste ruminating on actions. I have work in 20 minutes and a 15 minute walk there. 
I work at the tutoring center on campus. I mainly help the underclassmen with the major prerequisite courses like MATH 205 and PHYS 100/107/108. It gives me a sense of fulfillment helping others. I know firsthand how hard these classes are. I probably wouldn’t have survived the first year without the help of the tutoring department. It’s part of the reason why I decided to work here making minimum wage. Plus it’ll make my application to work at Dr. Ramsey’s lab look better. I glance through the windows to get a glimpse of who I'll be working with this semester. I hope Dina and I get the same shifts like last semester. I’m sure you can guess who I see though. Ellie. Fucking. Williams. 
I can feel my eyes rolling. I can’t escape her! Everywhere I turn she’s there. First both our classes are together and now she’s working at the tutoring center? This has to be some sick joke. I look up at her and smile. She looks away and sits in a nearby chair. I sit across from her waiting for someone to instruct us on what to do next. I do regret embarrassing her, but she started it. She nearly pushed me down the stairs just to get ahead of me on top of that too. Maybe I shouldn’t feel so bad, but my heart is still pounding as I look up at her again. 
The tutoring center supervisor sees us sitting in silence together. She’s nice enough, but her wardrobe is stuck in 2013. I catch myself staring at her oddly patterned top. Ellie notices me staring and gives me a knowing smile. 
“I’m so glad you’re both here! You and Ellie will be our main tutors on Monday, Wednesday, Friday for the core physics class. I think you two are already acquainted” 
“Oh. I thought Dina and I would be doing that again.” 
“Right. I thought you might say that, but with her new course load she’ll be doing Tuesday and Thursday instead.” 
“I see.” 
“You and Ellie are both top of the class! I feel so lucky to have you guys here.” 
I smile and head down to the physics portion of the building. 
Ellie is following behind me closely. I’m wondering if maybe she’ll apologize, but I doubt she’d ever do that. We both sit down at our respective desks. I look up at her again. I must’ve hit close to home with my comment. She’s helping someone with their MATH 205 homework. Ellie tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. She always wears it half up/half down. Despite our rivalry, I admit to myself that it looks good on her. Her complexion is soft and a spread of freckles paints her nose. She gives them a thumbs up as they leave, and they yell to Ellie, “You’re a life-saver!” 
After a few hours of no students, I’m getting bored. I can sense the tension between me and Ellie. I think I should say something. 
“Hey Ellie, I think I should apologize for earlier.” 
“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m glad you finally are stepping up in this little game of ours. I needed a little extra motivation to step up my game so I can get the spot in Dr. Ramsey’s lab” 
“God, I knew you were gunning for it too.” 
Ellie gets out of her chair and steps closer to me. She creeps in closely. My heart skips a beat for a second. Fuck this girl will be the death of me. 
She is only inches from my face. My cheeks begin to flush. The anxiety is bubbling up in my chest. My heart is beating so loud I think Ellie might hear it too.
“May the best win” 
Oh its fucking on Ellie.
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hollow-prey · 1 year
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You know what? Platonic f/o time
Not to sound like an emo 15 year old (especially now that we're in the in-between of Halloween and Christmas) but I think J/ack S/kell/ington and I could be great friends. Dude knows what it's like to be struck by a sudden hyperfixation and have it completely consume all of your thoughts and attention to the point that you *need* to share it with other people. He understands the unhinged desire to ramble about it for at least 2 hours just to talk to someone about it and get your thoughts out there because you're so excited about this New Thing (for better and worse). He would know exactly what I mean when I send him texts about a hyperfixation and say things like "screaming about this alone in my house. experiencing emotions previously thought to be extinct. I am mentally pacing back and forth and feverishly slapping my conspiracy board full of all my thoughts, losing my mind going feral eating glass" because he has been there and thoroughly enjoys my creative expressions of how I'm feeling.
It gets real bad when one of us drags the other into our current hyperfixation because then we're both at each other's mercy and completely absorbed in the same thing. We feed off of each other's energy and enthusiasm and ideas and it becomes a never-ending cycle of us talking about this One Specific Thing. We always have a great time when we hang out together, but for outsiders we are utterly exhausting to deal with. So I think we would get along extremely well just based on our mutual experiences.
Plus, you know, we both love Halloween and spooky things! That's some mutual bonding right there!
F in the chat for Sally having to deal with two passionate yet unhinged gremlins
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justagalwhowrites · 7 months
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Yearling - Ch. 7: Revival
You borrow Joel's guitar. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-6 found on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Nothing this time! No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 
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You lasted all of 36 hours before you were back at Joel’s house. 
It was your day off from the stables, Simon handling things two days a week so you weren’t working every single day - though you wouldn’t mind if you were. You liked staying busy. 
You still woke up early, the same time you usually got up to go start the day by feeding the horses, and tried to keep yourself busy and your mind occupied. 
You just weren’t great at it. 
In a lot of ways, you were still adjusting to life outside of captivity. Raiders had you for a little longer than two years and two years was a long time to get used to having no options. It was still a bit overwhelming to just be in your own home. There was so much everything - so much furniture, so much space, so much to do - that, sometimes, you just sat and stared at it, unable to focus enough on one thing to actually fucking do it. 
But that day you wanted to play music. You were singularly focused on it in a way you hadn’t been in years - since you were a teenager, really. You tried putting on a CD but it didn’t cut it. You tried playing the piano that sat in the front living room but it was so out of tune it made your head hurt. You tried using the handles of wooden cooking spoons as drumsticks on the kitchen counter but it was just a let down. 
Part of it, you were sure, was because you knew you could get at a guitar if you wanted to. Another part was that the guitar was with Joel. Joel, the man who terrified and intrigued and comforted you. You’d found yourself taking a different route to the stables the day before, going by his house in the early morning hours when it was still dark, the lights off in the outbuilding that Ellie called home but a glow coming from a small window on the side of the main house you couldn’t see into. The kitchen, you were guessing. You looked at the house the whole time you walked past, both praying Joel wouldn’t come outside and hoping he would. 
Around 6 a.m., you called it, throwing on your stolen coat and heading out the door, walking quickly with your hands shoved in your pockets as the sky started to tinge pink on the horizon. 
When you got there, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to knock on the door. For starters, the house looked dark. Maybe he wasn’t a morning person, maybe he just had to be up early for whatever job he’d done the day before. Maybe he’d be in bed for hours yet. But there was also the stomach-clenching fear of going on his porch, near his door, where you could be locked up and hidden away and who would even know? The people here would just think you’d taken off, your flighty nature finally driving you out of town. No one would even question it and you’d be stuck. Again. 
Even though something in you told you that wasn’t a risk, some part of you saw him as someone you could trust, someone you wanted to trust. Some part of you that you’d thought was long dead wanted to be close to him, had drawn you here to his front door as dawn broke into the sky. That part of you kept you there, pacing his yard, clenching and unclenching your fists, breath rising in a fog on the cold morning air until you heard the front door unlatch. You stopped, not quite back to his front walk as you paced, and turned slowly to face him as he came outside. His shaggy hair was mussed, warm eyes squinted against the early morning sun, pajama pants hanging low on his hips so you could see the outline of his stomach against his t-shirt. 
“Bambi,” he said, voice muddled with sleep. “Everythin’ OK? What’re you doin’ here?” 
It wasn’t until that moment that you fully realized that you’d shown up at his door at the crack of dawn to borrow his guitar. It was so ludicrous you couldn’t even look at him, crossing your arms tightly over your clenching stomach and staring at the steps to his porch. 
“Bambi?” He said again, clearer this time. 
“Sorry,” you shook your head.
“Don’t apologize,” he said. He stayed on his porch. You were grateful for that. “What’s going on?” 
You glanced at him, fingers digging into the cuffs of the coat. 
“Can I use your guitar?”
You said it quickly, words almost slurring together they tumbled out of you so fast. But he just smiled a little, the upturn of his lips making his eyes crinkle. 
“Course,” he said. “Want to come in?” 
“I’d rather not,” you tightened your arms around yourself. “Can I use it out here? If it’s all the same to you?” 
“Sure,” he said after a moment. “Gimme a minute… want coffee?” 
You frowned. 
“Coffee? Where the hell’d you get coffee?” 
“Traders that came through few weeks back,” he said. “Gave ‘em too much for it but can’t say I’ve regretted it yet.” 
“And you’ll just let me have a cup,” you raised your eyebrows at him, incredulous. 
He smiled wider. 
“Can’t see it hurtin’ anything. How do you take it?” 
“Black, little sugar.” 
“I can do that,” he said. “Ten minutes, Bambi.” 
He went back inside and you went back to pacing, trying to work the nervous energy that was thrumming through your whole body out of your system. It felt like no time at all when Joel was back on the porch, in jeans and a flannel this time, his hair no longer twisted in on itself. For a moment, you missed how he looked just minutes before, the casual intimacy of it. That he’d look like that if he woke up next to you. 
“Coffee first,” he said, heading for the stairs. You took a step back on instinct and he stopped. You flinched at that but you watched him think for a second. “I’ll set it here, OK?” 
He put the mug on the middle step before retreating back up the steps and going to one side of the porch, leaning against the railing with a mug of his own in his hands. You darted forward, grabbed the mug, and went for the large tree that sat opposite him. You leaned back against the trunk, the cup clutched tight in your fingers. Joel turned his head so you could see his profile, looking off at the horizon, but you caught his eyes glancing back toward you as you took a sip, the steam from the cup warming your cheeks. 
“Holy shit,” you managed after you swallowed, your eyes wide. 
Joel laughed a little.
“Yeah, I know. Different when you haven’t had a cup in a while.” 
“Fuck,” you said before taking another sip. “I remember not thinking a damn thing about this before, can you believe the shit we used to take for granted?” 
“I know,” he nodded. “Trust me.” 
“What’s the smallest thing you miss?” You asked, taking another sip and savoring it, the sugar cutting the bitterness just enough that it made it better instead of worse. 
“Hm,” Joel took another sip, thinking, before he smiled a little. “Don’t know if it counts as little but bein’ able to turn on a football game on a Sunday afternoon. Or just channel scrollin’ on TV, I guess. Seeing what was on, finding something that sounded good enough, sometimes watching something you hadn’t seen before and really loving it when you’d never have seen it otherwise. Miss that.” 
“That’s a good one,” you nodded. 
“You?” 
You thought for a second, sipping more coffee. 
“The chips aisle at the store.” 
“Specific,” Joel half smiled, a dimple on his cheek. 
“I didn’t like sweet snacks as much,” you shrugged. “And my mama was always on some kind of fad diet so we never had it in the house but whenever I was going to a rodeo with my dad, he’d take me to the store and let me get whatever snacks I wanted and the chips aisle was like fucking heaven. Hot Cheetos? Those stupid fuckers that were little cones that fit over the tips of your fingers so you had witch nails? Oh fuck, the chili cheese Fritos?” 
“Those fuckers were good,” Joel said. “Damn, who knew I’d mass produced sodium…” 
You laughed at that. 
“Close second would be the ridiculous fried shit at the state fair,” you said. “Still don’t know if any of it was actually good but I felt a lot better about getting thrown off a bronc when I had a deep fried Oreo.”
Joel laughed a little before finishing his cup of coffee, the two of you falling into an awkward silence, the soft coo of mourning doves on the air. You fidgeted with the mug in your fingers, trying to look anywhere but at him. You didn’t need to look at him. 
“Gimme a second,” he said, clapping his palm down on the railing once. “I’ll go get the guitar…” 
You watched him go back inside before returning with a beautiful acoustic guitar. It had been years since you’d last seen a guitar at all so you would probably have found a $99 piece of shit from Guitar Center fucking gorgeous but Joel’s was beautiful, actually beautiful, with leaves inlayed into the pick guard. 
You were walking toward him without even really thinking about it, eyes so glued on the instrument that you barely noticed that you were suddenly in close proximity to Joel. You downed the dregs of your coffee and set the mug down on a step before cautiously, reverently reaching forward to take the guitar. He set it in your hands and you just looked at it for a moment, the wood glossy and smooth below your fingers. 
“Everything OK?” Joel asked after a minute. Your head shot up. You’d forgotten he was still there. 
“Yeah, sorry,” you said, looking back down at the guitar. “Just… haven’t held one of these in a while. Didn’t know if I’d get to ever again.” 
You glanced back up at him as he nodded. 
“If you change your mind about comin’ inside, you’re welcome to,” he said, jerking a thumb toward his front door. “Otherwise, you know where to find me if you need somethin’.” 
“Thanks, Joel.” 
He just gave you a stiff nod and you watched him go back inside before you went and sat down, your back against the tree, facing Joel’s porch. No one could get at your back then and Joel couldn’t catch you totally off guard. It was a good a position as you thought you’d get here. 
You took a deep breath and cautiously put your fingers on the strings, making a G-major chord. It was the first chord you’d ever learned. Your oldest brother, Brendan, had been taking lessons  and you’d sat and watched him, utterly enthralled. His fingers moved slowly and deliberately over the strings, his face drawn into a frown. 
“Whatcha doin’, Ladybug?” He asked, still hunched over the instrument. 
“Watchin’,” you said, hands behind your back, fingers twisted together. 
“See that,” he smiled. He’d seemed so big then but you knew now that he’d been little, only 12. “Want to try?” 
You nodded quickly and he lifted the guitar. You clambered onto his lap and he brought the guitar back around in front of the pair of you. It was way too big for your little five-year-old body but you didn’t care. 
“Alright, gimme this hand here…” he took your small hand in his own and guided your little, chubby fingers to the strings. They cut into your skin and you winced but stayed quiet. “So when you hold down those strings, that’s a G-major chord. Then you take this hand…” he took your other hand and brought it around the instrument, your whole torso flush against the body of the guitar to reach all the way around to the sound hole to get at the strings. Brendan’s hand enveloped yours and guided you over the strings, the chord playing resounding and clear. Your fingers hurt. You smiled. 
“See Ladybug?” You could hear him smiling, too. “You got it.” 
The strings cut into your fingers again, the callus that had built up over decades of playing lost after years of inactivity. You didn’t mind the pain now, though, as you played the chord and tuned the instrument. You’d rebuild the callus and a little pain was a worthy price to pay to be a part of creation. 
Once the guitar was tuned, you took your time getting used to things again, playing through all the chords one by one, letting the sound of them soak into you. You remembered Brendan, wondered how he and everyone else you’d known then had died. They’d all been on the ranch, you figured they’d all turned or been killed quickly. You didn’t think anyone would have made it out. 
That thought hadn’t always made you sad. For a long time, you were almost envious of it. They didn’t have to live through the end of the world and that was a blessing. But Brendan and Richie would have liked Jackson and you found yourself wishing they were here with you, picturing them working in the stables with you like you had when you were 17 and still on your father’s ranch in Texas. You could’t really picture them in their 40s, though, with graying beards and bald patches on the backs of their heads. At some point, they all morphed into your father as they aged in your mind. Instead, when you thought of them here, you thought of them in their 20s, the way they’d been the last time you saw them, when you went home for Christmas in 2002. They were frozen that way, vessels of human potential that would never be reached. 
Once your fingers felt warmed up, you tried to think of a song to play. Your favorites would be too hard to dive right into, you’d fuck them up and get frustrated while ripping your fingers to shreds. 
Instead, you settled on Creedence Clearwater Revival. Bad Moon Rising had been one of the first real songs you’d learned how to play, it only took three chords. You listened to the song in your head for a moment, trying to make sure you actually remembered how it went. You hummed it next, fingering the chords on the fretboard as you did, before you nodded to yourself and started playing. 
You played it through at a little more than half speed at first, your fingers feeling strangely clumsy on the strings. It had been so long since you felt so unsure about anything musically. Sure, there were things you were new at and experimenting with all the time before, but it was still intimately familiar to you. Now, the strings felt foreign against your fingers, you were still trying to find the comfortable way the body of the guitar used to fit against you. 
The sloppy sound of the chords made you frown and you went through it again slowly, deliberately, pressing your fingers as hard as you could stand against the strings until they sounded right. It also took you time to remember the song correctly, stumbling at parts when you realized you couldn’t remember what came next. Between becoming reacquainted with guitar and trying to remember the song you were playing, it took a few hours for you to be happy with it and you found yourself singing quietly along with it when you heard Joel on the porch again.
You’d gotten so involved in playing that you hadn’t been paying attention to potential threats, leaning over the guitar and looking down at it as you played. You didn’t jump this time, at least, just pressed yourself back into the tree as Joel came down the porch stairs, a plate and glass in hand. 
“Won’t get too close,” he said, setting the plate and cup down a few feet to your side before backing away. You frowned, leaning over to look at it after he was a safe distance away. 
“What…” you began but he cut you off. 
“Figured you were here early enough that you probably hadn’t eaten anything today,” he said. “Thought you’d be hungry.” 
“Thank you,” you said quietly, leaning the guitar gingerly against the tree before stretching and pulling the plate and cup toward you. 
“Mind if I join you?” He asked. “I’ll stick to the steps…” 
You looked at him, for a second. He was leaning against the post to the steps, his hands in his pockets, genuinely asking you. 
“It’s your house.” 
“It is,” he nodded, frowning a little. “But don’t want to do anything that might… make you uncomfortable.” 
“You won’t,” you said, quicker than you’d meant to. You weren’t entirely sure if that was true but you wanted it to be true. “It’s OK.”
Joel just nodded once before going into the house, coming back out a moment later with a plate and cup of his own. He sat down on the middle step, putting the plate next to him, facing out toward the road but you caught him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. 
You took a deep breath and pulled your back away from the trunk of the tree and turned to face him. He smiled - a tiny smile, one that you’d have missed if you weren’t watching closely - and picked up a sandwich off his plate to take a bite. 
You took a good look at your own plate for the first time, a sandwich piled high and… 
“Are those chips?” You asked, frowning down at them for a second before looking back at him. 
He shrugged. 
“Where the fuck did you get chips?” You picked one up delicately. It was thick, a bit soft in the middle, warm to the touch. 
“Made ‘em,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Said you missed the chips aisle so… figured I’d give it a shot.” 
You took a bite, the edges crisp and salty, and closed your eyes, savoring it with a little moan. 
“Think that means I did OK,” you could hear the smile in his voice. 
You just nodded, eating the rest of the chip and sighing happily, sinking against the tree trunk. You hadn’t had a chip in 20 years. You’d have no clue how to make one - it hadn’t even occurred to you to try. 
But Joel did it. 
“Where’d you learn to do that?” You asked, picking up the sandwich next. You were saving the rest of the chips for last. 
He shrugged. 
“Friend in the QZ used to make stuff like that now and then,” he looked at his lap for a moment before looking back at the street. “Tried to remember how she did it.” 
You watched him for a moment. 
“Can I ask how she died?” He looked over at you, frowning. You answered his question before he had a chance to ask it. “I can just tell.” 
He nodded and looked away from you again. 
“Attacked by infected,” he said. “Tryin’ to head west. She didn’t even make it out of Boston.” 
“I’m really sorry,” you said quietly.  
He shrugged. 
“Like to think I did her proud.” 
You were both quiet for a moment. 
“You were soundin’ good there,” he said, looking back at you again. 
You scoffed. 
“Just Bad Moon Rising,” you waved him off. “I was playin’ that when I was… shit… five?” 
“How long’s it been since you played last?” 
You took a sip of water to buy yourself some time to answer, that question making your chest and stomach go tight. 
“About two and a half years,” you said. “Didn’t even go that long at the start of the damn outbreak, one of the first fuckin’ things I got my hands on was a guitar…” 
“Were you in a QZ?” Joel asked. 
“No,” you laughed a little at that, at how different QZ life sounded from the life you’d lived. “No, I was on my own. But I traded for a guitar about a year in.” 
“How’d you end up in Wyoming, anyway?” He asked. “Awful far from Texas.” 
“So are you,” you teased a little. “But I was workin’ this way during the outbreak. On a ranch. Everyone else turned that night - I’m guessing something in dinner for the ranch hands was contaminated - but I’d been out with…” You swallowed against the lump in your throat that appeared when you thought about Justin too long. “Out for the night with a friend so I missed out.” 
“Lucky,” he said. 
You shrugged. 
“Not sure you’d call living through all this shit luck but,” you took a bite of the sandwich. “How’d you end up here? Hell, how’d you end up in Boston?” 
“Was in Austin on outbreak day,” he said slowly. “Me’n Tommy made our way north over time. Tried makin’ it on our own for a while, ended up hearing that the Boston QZ wasn’t too awful so we went there. He moved west, I followed when he stopped callin’ by radio. Figured he’d landed himself in some kind of trouble so I came to find ‘em. Turns out, he’d just landed himself a wife and a kid. Which is a different kind of trouble than I ever expected him to find but…” 
He shrugged. 
“Was it hard?” You asked. “Coming this far?” 
You hadn’t traveled far beyond where you’d been during the outbreak. That Joel had come from clear across the country was nothing short of miraculous. That he’d made the trip at all, that he’d been so confident in his brother’s survival, that he’d thought it was worth the risk. 
“Hardest part might’ve been Ellie’s puns,” he smiled a little and you groaned. 
“Oh God, she loves those damn things,” you laughed. “I don’t know where she gets them from…” 
“She’s got a book.” 
“No!” You gaped at him. 
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Called No Pun Intended: Volume Too. Except it’s spelled t-o-o…” 
“Oh my God,” you laughed, too. “This explains so much.” 
“I keep lookin’ for volume one for her when I’m out on patrol,” he said. “No luck yet. ‘Course for the sake of all our sanity, if I find it I should probably burn it…” 
“No, you have to save it,” you laughed. “Give her some fresh material.” 
You laughed with Joel a lot over lunch, more than you had in years, the sun high in the sky when he eventually came to clear your plate and cup. You only cowered back into the tree a little that time. 
“Thank you,” you said as he reached the base of the steps to the porch again. “That was… It was good. Thank you.” 
“Sure,” he said. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” 
He left you with the guitar and you settled back against the tree, watching the door where he’d just disappeared, thinking about the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 
*** 
He hoped you wouldn’t hear him opening a window. 
You really were good, especially for someone who hadn’t played in years. He wanted to sit and listen to you, hear you remembering how to do something you so clearly loved. 
But you weren’t ready for that. He could tell. 
The dishes from lunch done, he picked up the book he was reading - Dune, something he thought Ellie might like - and opened the window on the side of the living room near the tree. Just enough that he could hear you playing. He settled in on the nearby couch and listened to you practicing chords and piecing together a song. You hummed to yourself occasionally, trying to piece the music together and find the right chords to match. 
It took him a minute but then he figured it out. You were working on House of the Rising Sun now. Another good choice for someone relearning. He hoped you’d sing that one, too. Fuck, he’d love to hear you sing that one. 
He shook himself mentally. He shouldn’t think of you that way. Didn’t matter how pretty you were, how much he just wanted to hear you talk, how badly he wanted to play music with you. You were still remembering how to do anything besides just survive. You didn’t need him causing problems. 
But he could just listen to you play through a crack in the window. That wouldn’t hurt anything, the soft strumming, the building of the music, the occasional sound of your voice accompanying part of it. 
He didn’t make much progress in the book. 
Eventually, it was about time for dinner in the mess hall and Joel set the book on a side table, letting you finish the play through you were on. He didn’t like thinking about it this way, but he knew it was more for him than for you. He didn’t want to stop listening to you, not now that you were confident enough that you were signing as you played. 
But he had something better in mind than listening to you through a window. 
“Makin’ progress,” he said from the porch. You didn’t jump this time, just looked up at him and smiled. You’d taken the coat off and it was the first time Joel had seen you without it since he’d given it to you on the way back to Jackson months ago. 
You were in clothes that fit you now, no longer in the oversized button down, and he could see your shape, gentle curves that he wanted to trace with his fingertips in the dark. 
“Getting there,” you said, setting the guitar down on your lap. 
“I was hopin’ I could talk you into something.” 
You frowned. 
“What?” 
“Well,” he said, suddenly feeling nervous. He wasn’t sure why. “It’s movie night. Hoping you’d come with me, actually stay in the mess hall for longer than two minutes and stay for the movie. I think Maria said it was Jurassic Park this week….” 
You had the doe-eyed look again. 
“No one will make you stay if you don’t want,” he said, trying to keep his voice soothing and calm. “I’ll even leave with you. If you want. But… think you should give it a try.” 
You thought for a moment, fidgeting with your fingers. 
“Can I borrow the guitar again?” You asked. He had to try not to laugh. 
“You can borrow ‘er any time you want, Bambi.” 
“OK,” you said after a moment, giving yourself a firm nod. “I’ll go.” 
He tried really hard to not watch you put the coat back on, not watch the way your shirt fit to your body. He didn’t do a great job of it. 
“Can I ask what’s got you so…” he paused, searching for the word as the two of you walked slowly toward the mess hall. “Scared here in Jackson?” 
“People,” you said, crossing your arms over yourself. “People are… they’re uncertain. They’re a threat. And bein’ in a big room of them when I don’t have my gun on me? Freaks me the fuck out.” 
He nodded slowly. 
“The people here are good,” he said. You crossed your arms over your chest. “S’OK if you don’t trust me enough to believe it, but they are.” 
“Everyone’s a good person until they aren’t,” you replied. “I’d rather deal with infected than people. Infected is just another animal, them I know. I can understand them. They’re just doing what their biology tells them they have to, that’s all. People… Sometimes they just want you to hurt because they can make you hurt. Can’t plan well for that shit.” 
He wanted to be able to tell you that it would all be OK, that human nature was different here, but that was lie. He couldn’t make any promises about the people here, even though he felt he could trust them. 
He could only make you a promise about himself. 
“I’ll look out for you,” he said. “Don’t have to be alone in it.” 
You watched him for a moment. 
“Thank you,” you said eventually. Like you believed him. 
You were on the defensive as the two of you carried trays through the mess hall, your eyes wide and darting everywhere. Joel spotted Tommy and Maria with their son, William, and Joel led the way to sit with them. 
Tommy looked at you for a second before his eyes met Joel’s, his brows raised. Joel just gave him a look, hoping he’d shut the fuck up about the fact that you were staying here for longer than 30 seconds. 
“Hey Bambi,” Tommy smiled. Joel tried not to groan. Of course he couldn’t. “Fancy seeing you here!” 
“Thought I’d give it a try,” you smiled back, a little stiff. 
The two of you sat down, no one saying anything else. Joel fought the urge to groan. William gave a pained wail as Maria held him on her lap, breaking the tension. 
“I know buddy,” Maria said, pressing her lips to his forehead. “It’s miserable…” 
“He teething?” You asked, frowning. Joel looked at you, trying to hide his shock as you leaned across the table.
“He is and it’s a bear this time,” she sighed, kissing her son’s head. “I’m just not sure what else to do for him, we’ve tried damn near everything.” 
You nodded.
“He’s, what, almost two?” 
“Yeah,” she said.
 You nodded again.
“Yeah, those are the molars, they’re assholes,” you said. “One minute.” 
You got up from the table and, hands shoved in your pockets, jogged off to the kitchen. 
“What’s she…” Tommy began, but Joel cut him off. 
“Fuck if I know.” 
You came back a few minutes later with a knife and a chunk of ginger in your hand. You sat back down and wordlessly peeled the end of the root and handed it off to Maria. 
“Rub that on his gums for a few minutes,” you said. “It’s an anti-inflammatory. It’ll help.” 
You took a bite of your food before looking from Joel to Tommy to Maria, all staring at you. 
“What?” You frowned, looking at Joel. 
“Nothin’,” he said quickly, looking down at his plate. 
Maria tried the ginger trick and William calmed, not even whimpering as he sat on his mother’s lap. 
“Here,” you said, wiping your hands on your napkin. “Pass ‘em over, then you can eat something without worryin’ about him…” 
Maria glanced at Joel who just shrugged slightly before she stood and passed William off over the table. You pulled the child into your chest and arranged him so he could see his parents clearly, bouncing him and whispering in his ear. Joel had to try to not stare at you again. 
“Hear you’ll be comin’ on patrol with us,” Tommy said after a minute. You looked up at him from the baby who was snuggling into your chest. “Promise Joel and I’ll take it easy on ya…” 
“Don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll ride slow so you can keep up.” 
Maria laughed so hard she started almost choked on her food. Tommy smirked. 
“Sayin’ we should save some infected for ya, Bambi?” He asked, teasing. 
You shrugged. 
“I mean, if y’all can’t handle ‘em on your own…” 
Tommy laughed and looked at Joel. 
“I like her,” he said. “Now you have to bring her around more.” 
Joel kept a close eye on you through dinner, your body tense just about the entire time, only somewhat relaxed when you were holding William and talking to him, watching his little expressions at everything in the world around him. 
The movie, though, was a different story. Joel could feel the tension on you, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as he stood beside you, pressed against the back wall of the makeshift movie theater as everyone else packed into seats. 
“You can go sit,” you said, glancing up at Joel. 
“Nah,” he waved you off. “Been sittin’ half the day.” 
You ground your teeth a little but stayed quiet. 
“How’d you know that teething thing?” He asked. You raised your brows at him. “Just… doesn’t seem like something you would know.” 
You considered him for a second before looking back toward the movie screen, the lights turning out. 
“Traded with all sorts before,” you shrugged. “Including families. Guess I was safe, being a woman. Brought their kids around. I picked up some shit.” 
Joel watched you more than the movie. There were times, he could tell, that you were lost in it. That you weren’t worried about someone sneaking up behind you or taking you and hurting you because they’d like it. 
Others, your whole body was tense, even your jaw, your arms so tight across yourself that Joel was worried you were hurting yourself. But you stuck it out until the scene where Muldoon was hunting the raptors in the woods, one sneaking up on him from the side. When the raptor pounced, you bolted, all but running for the doors and out into the street. 
Joel frowned, following you, Maria catching his eye from across the room as he went. He just shrugged at her. 
It took him a moment to find you once he was outside but he did, your back pressed against the side of the building, your hands clenching and unclenching as you tried to force the tension out of your body. You must have sensed his presence because your eyes sprang open, wide and wild.  
“Just me,” he said, hands up. You visibly relaxed and nodded. “You’re OK…” 
“Go back in,” you said, closing your eyes again and leaning your head back against the wall. “Finish the movie.” 
“Seen it,” he said, going and leaning against the wall of the building a few feet away from you. “Want to talk about it?” 
“Yeah, endlessly,” you said sarcastically. He smiled a little. Joel liked that you felt comfortable enough to be sarcastic with him. 
“Want to…” he began but you cut him off. 
“Don’t like watching people being hunted,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut tighter. “Forgot that part of it. It’s been about 20 year since I last saw any movie, even longer for this one. Didn’t remember much.” 
“It’s OK,” he said gently. You turned your head to look at him, actually opening your eyes this time. The moonlight reflected in your irises and he wanted to stand closer to you. Instead, he stretched his hand out against the wall. “I’ve got you, you’re OK.” 
You just nodded and looked straight ahead again, fighting to take deep, even breaths. You relaxed your arms and put them to your sides, the hand closest to Joel pressed flat against the wall. It took him a moment to realize it was inching closer to him. 
You stretched your hand slowly across the space between you until your fingers brushed his own. He forced himself to stay still, ignoring the electric surge that passed between the two of you when you touched his skin. You took a deep, shaky breath before pushing back from the wall and putting your hands in your pockets. 
“Would you mind walking me home?” You asked, looking up at him, your eyes still wide. 
“It’s a nice night,” he said. “Walk’s good.” 
You looked up at the sky most of the way, the fog of your breath rising on the air and Joel kept his hands firmly in his pockets while staying a few feet away from you at all times. He couldn’t get too close, your hand against his proved that much. It wasn’t smart and it wasn’t fair to get too close. It wasn’t smart to want you, it wouldn’t lead anywhere good. 
“Sorry I fucked up movie night,” you said as the two of you started down your street. “It was a good movie, I forgot how good.” 
“Didn’t fuck it up,” Joel said. “What’s your favorite movie?” 
“Hard to say,” you said after a moment. “Like I said, haven’t fuckin’ watched one since 2003 but - and you can’t make fun of me - I really liked Titanic.” 
“Really?” Joel smiled and tried not to laugh. Which you could apparently hear because you glared at him. 
“I said you can’t make fun of me!” You moved close enough to elbow him in the ribs before stepping away again. 
“I didn’t say a damn thing,” he said, still smiling. “Just doesn’t seem like your kind of movie.” 
“Well it was,” you said, smiling a little, too. “It had all the good shit, it’s got the romance part - which I do like, just because I’m a rancher doesn’t mean I can’t like that shit - and the action part. It’s the whole thing.” 
“No, it’s a good movie,” he said. “Not makin’ fun at all.” 
“Sure you’re not,” you scoffed. “What’s your favorite?” 
Joel half smiled at the memory of Sarah bringing home a movie on his birthday all those years ago, the two of them falling asleep while watching it. The last time he was happy with his daughter. 
It used to hurt too much to think of times like that. He’d shoved it all down - the good and the bad together - so often pretending she didn’t exist because that was easier than accepting her loss. But there was a particular cruelty in the thought of denying her, at the idea of pretending that all her goodness hadn’t been here at all. It had cut away at him for so long he was sometimes surprised there was any of him left at all. 
Now, he could remember that time. It still hurt, but it was a hurt he could survive without needing to drown it in liquor and pills. It was a hurt he didn’t feel like he wanted to die to avoid anymore. 
“Curtis and Viper 2,” he said. “Don’t ask me to explain it, I’ll loan it to you sometime.” 
The two of you reached your front gate. The light in your entry way was off. 
“Shit,” you sighed. “Forgot about that. I left so early I didn’t think to turn on a light…” 
“Want me to come up the walk?” Joel asked. For some reason, just asking the question felt intimate. His heart was pounding. “I’ll stay outside but if you need anything, I’ll be right there…” 
“Yeah,” you said after a moment. “Yeah, OK.” 
You took a deep breath and opened the gate, your hands going immediately back into the pockets of the coat. Joel followed behind you to your porch and he stayed at the bottom of the steps, a distance you seemed OK with. You unlocked your door but turned back to face him. 
“Thanks,” you said. “For walking me and for the guitar and… well, just everything.” 
“Don’t gotta thank me,” he said, clenching his hands into fists in his pockets. He had to stop thinking about kissing you.
“Still,” you said. “Would it… would it be OK if I came by tomorrow to play again?” 
“Sure,” Joel smiled a little. “Assuming you haven’t shredded your fingertips.” 
“I can play,” you said quickly. 
“You can come by anytime you want, Bambi.” 
“Thanks, Joel.” 
You gave him a tight smile, one he could barely make out in the moonlight, before heading inside. Joel stood sentry at your steps until he saw the lights turn on inside, until he knew that you’d feel safe enough for him to leave. 
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A/N: I know this is a little crazy to be excited about in fan fic but... SHE REACHED FOR HIS HAND AHHHHHHHHH
Also I can't with this Joel. I can't. I just... I've made him too perfect, OK? I'm sorry for that. I truly am. Soft!Joel is a whole other creature and he's impossible to manage and I'm in love with him.
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