#and ellie took being separated from her for very long Really hard not just bc its such a new relationship

[silverislander]

based on the scenes in the game and additional unused dialogues, do you see ellie and dina being a clingy couple?

i think it kinda depends on what you mean by clingy, anon!  we know they're pretty physically affectionate (when they're not in a war zone with a vendetta to fulfill lmao), but we only see them in a relationship without that stress while they're alone on the farm. i personally think that bc there are, unfortunately, canon homophobes in jackson, ellie especially isn't one to be for pda. if anyone goes in for a kiss or decides to hold the other's hand while they're in town, it's always dina, who hasn't had loads of (if any) experience being looked at oddly for doing those things and couldn't be made to give half a shit what anyone thinks about her and ellie anyways, but with ellie it's different. she'd like to, sure, she always wants to be affectionate with dina, but there are going to be consequences to that and she's felt them before. can she deal responsibly with a fight right now, if one breaks out? is it a bad mental health day, and would being insulted really get to her or stick with her at the moment? would it hurt dina, or god forbid jj, which is often her first concern? overall it's too much to worry about, so she saves it until they get back in private, when she is EXTREMELY touchy and affectionate as we've seen on the farm lol. let your wife do her chores in peace!! bonk! horny jail for ellie

if you meant not wanting to leave each other's side, though... yes, but only at certain points, i think. they've had way too much experience with one of them leaving for one reason or another, and in their world, when someone leaves, they often don't get to come back. i think they both have some serious abandonment issues (ellie's being explicit- "everyone i have cared for has either died or left me" and then that continuing even past the point she spoke that line oof- and while dina's aren't talked about, even if she didn't have them before then hoo boy she had them after ellie walked out on them) so

right after joel died (mostly affecting ellie)

after seattle (both of them got hit by this tbh)

after ellie returns and they start to make up (mostly affecting dina)

they're almost attached at the hip.  there are periods in between and after where they've had time to heal and they're fine being separated for a little while, but it is not these times- they're too stressed out that the other one won't come back

so, long story short, yes but with conditions lol

#this was gonna be short. as you can see. it is not #thanks for the patience on this one anon #tlou #tlou part 2 #ellie x dina #levi.txt #i almost wanna write smth abt right after joel died. but it would end up being either straight angst no comfort #or it would be unrealistic for the situation tbh :/ #but i think dina was staying over w ellie for a while to make sure she was functioning and wasnt gonna hurt herself #and ellie took being separated from her for very long Really hard not just bc its such a new relationship #but bc the last time joel left he went out for a routine task that was supposed to be quick and simple. and he died #so if dinas 15mins late coming back from the market ellies halfway to panicking thinking shes dead already #on a happier note. modern au ellie is Exactly as affectionate in public as she is in private its fucking obnoxious lmao #like... who even thought badass ellie likes cuddles? but shes got dina on her lap at the party AGAIN #at that point shes (healthily!) dealt w enough bullshit from people that she doesnt fucking care what they think of her and dina anymore #shell kiss her gf whenever she damn well pleases thanks

[michael-hearteyes-wheeler]

October Spooktacular!

Prompt: “Nah, I dont get scared.” + Mileven - Requested by Anonymous

[A/N] This was such a fun prompt! I used to work for a haunted house every October and this totally brought me back, so thank you lovely anon! (Small TW for mentions of gore, but its all simulated bc its a haunted house!)

The air that wrapped around them was cold, and biting.

El was standing in the center of what was more or less a huddle, all of her friends forming a tight circle, wearing warm jackets and gloves and hats. Every time the wind picked up, she snuggled closer in the space between Mike and Max. El hated being cold, despised it, so no one cared as she fought to stay warm. Will was more or less doing the same thing across from her, practically wedged in Dustin’s armpit.

The group was waiting in line for something that Dustin called ‘The Must-see Event of the fall’, and what Max had insisted would be the perfect October activity. A little, hastily thrown together, Haunted House on the outskirts of town, set up in an old barn.

El wasn't exactly sure what a ‘Haunted House’ was, at least not in this sense. She had watched the Amityville Horror with Max, and learned that some houses could be haunted (although Lucas argued that ghosts weren’t real), and it certainly didn't seem like anyone in that movie was having any fun. So why would they go to a haunted house? Dustin said it was just people in costumes who wanted to jump out and scare you. Max explained that the rooms were set up to look creepy, but that nothing inside of them was real. Mike said that some people enjoy getting scared, and that even if he didn't get it, the entire party was going, and it might be fun. Hopper just told her not to use her powers if one of the actors did scare her.

Fear was an interesting concept for El. She knew fear, probably a little too well honestly, but it was a feeling she often masked with other feelings. Determination, bravery, survival, anger. When she watched scary movies with Max, she didn't find herself feeling scared, not even at the gory parts that made Max clutch a pillow to her face. Loud noises made her jump, but she wasn't afraid of them, just of what they could represent. She wasn't scared of spiders like Steve, or of clowns like Dustin, or of Dolls like Lucas. Mike was scared of lots of things, but to her, he just seemed more nervous than actually terrified, and those things were different.

So she agreed to go, if for no other reason than to see what all the fuss was about, and because if everyone else was going, then she had to go too. They bought the tickets, they got warm apple cider from a vendor out front, and they waited in the long line that criss-crossed through an old corn field. As the night grew darker, and colder, they got closer and closer to the front of the line, where people were separated into pairs and sent into the glowing red light that spilled from the open barn doors.

“So when they split us up, who’s going with who?” Will, who was more nervous than anyone to be there, asked when there was only a few people separating then from the front of the line.

“I think it's pretty obvious, Max and Lucas, El and Mike, and Me and You.” Dustin pointed at each person as he spoke, and the group nodded in agreement. Dustin often complained about being a ‘third wheel’, even if El didn't really think he meant it.

So the party shuffled around, changing positions from their amorphous huddle to a row of pairs, Lucas and Max upfront, El and Mike at the back. This meant El had little to no protection from the breeze that whipped through the corn field, and she latched onto Mikes arm like a lifeline. He was like a living heater sometimes.

“You're not scared are you?” Mike asked, teasingly, looking down at her with his signature crooked grin.

“No, I don't get scared.” She teased back, even though she meant it.

Eventually the line moved again, sending Lucas and Max off into the barn. Will and Dustin bounced on their heels eagerly (or nervously), and soon enough they filled in too. El could hear Lucas shriek, all high-pitched and piercing, then she could hear Max laugh. She listened to Dustin and Will yell out in unison. Then there was the roar of a chainsaw, and a loud crash. It made her curious. What could possibly be inside the barn that would make then scream out loud? Would Mike scream? Would she scream?

Her questions would be answered very soon, because before she knew it, it was time to walk inside. Mike handed over their tickets to a man dressed like the grim reaper, who smiled at them and told them ‘not to touch the props or actors’.

Once inside, the air was significantly warmer. El let go of her death grip on Mike’s arm, and settled for just holding his hand instead. It was dark, almost too dark to see where to go. The red lights made shadows stick out at odd angles, and a series of makeshift walls turned and bisected the barn like a maze.

So far, not scary at all.

Then, however, they rounded the corner and came face to face with the first actor. El jumped, startled, and felt Mike jump beside her. The man in front of them was dressed like a farmer, only he was covered in blood. Fake blood, El reminded herself. The man said nothing to them, just breathed heavily down their shoulders as they walked past.

Then they entered a room full of tables and chairs, almost like a dining room, except everything was covered in simulated gore. Blood and guts, severed legs and arms, even a severed head on a silver platter. El felt grossed out, sure, but not scared. There was a woman in this room, pretending to eat the fake body parts. Mike wretched and turned his head, and El thinks like she might have laughed at him if it weren't for the fact that she just wanted out.

The rest of the haunt went on this way. People jumping out from behind corners, people rocking back and forth in the shadows. Fake blood and fake bodies here and there. A room with a girl in a cage (that made El more sad than scared). A wall on pulleys that fell hard as they walked past it (the loud crash she had heard outside). It was all just puzzle pieces. Sure they both jumped a few times, and sure every now and then they would squeeze each others hands, but that was about it. After a few minutes El could tell they were reaching the exit, and she felt more disappointed than anything else. Disappointed that she didn't get scared, disappointed that it wasn't really fun either, and disappointed that Mike didn't even scream. That would have at least been funny.

But then, just as the exit came into view, and the dim yellow flood lights outside showed them the way, a final actor made his presence known.

The man with the chainsaw.

In the millisecond it took for El to register what was happening, everything went to chaos.

First, Mike yelped and turned so fast that he tripped over his own legs and fell, letting go of El’s hand. Then, El realized that she had started screaming too. She turned around to face the man, who was towering above her and far too close (seriously, how had she not noticed him creeping up behind her?) He was wearing a pig’s face as a mask, and wielding a massive chainsaw just above her head. He was covered in blood, and the air around him smelled like gasoline and mildew.

El was frozen. El was terrified.

Suddenly, Mike was back to his feet and grabbed her arm, scrambling to pull them both outside. If he hadn't done that, El wasn't sure how long it would have taken for her to start moving on her own. As they turned to leave, El saw the flood lights flickering, and released whatever grip she had subconsciously had on them, hoping anyone that had seen would think it was just an atmospheric effect.

Of course, as soon as they were outside, the sounds of the chainsaw stopped, and their friends were all waiting for them, laughing and pointing. El only stopped screaming once she saw all of her friends, and she released the tension in her clenched fists. It was surreal, leaving the dark and oppressive corridors inside, and feeling the real world again. ‘Suspension of disbelief’, that was a phrase Max used to explain scary movies once, that a good movie can take you away from reality just long enough to make you believe whatever is happening on screen. Mike was out of breath, and leaned forward bracing his hands on his legs once they were a safe distance away.

“Oh my god, Wheeler!” Max, who was laughing the hardest, was the first to speak, “That really made my night, seeing you hit the ground like that.”

“Oh ha ha.” Mike gulped for air and stood up, “I just tripped.”

“Uh huh, don't even try to lie man, we all saw you lose it.” Lucas smirked.

“Oh like you didn't scream like a little girl?” Mike pointed, which made everyone (besides Lucas) laugh again.

“So, Ellie, how was your first haunted house?” Dustin asked, looping his arm around her shoulder (which had quickly become his favorite form of affection for her).

El was still, more or less, in shock. She had been so unafraid, and frankly, so unprepared for that ending. She didn't so much as gasp the entire walk through, but now her throat was raw from yelling and her palms were sweaty. But even still...

“I loved it.”

“What!?” Mike, Max, and Lucas all asked in unison.

“I loved it. I like being scared, it was fun.” El realized then that she was smiling wide. That the Adrenalin she felt from getting so startled was surging through her. A feeling she knew well, but never one that came without consequences before now. She felt unstoppable.

“I knew you would love it! If you want, we can come through again, without the boys next time.” Max clapped a hand on El’s shoulder and El nodded. That sounded like a great idea. She almost wanted to go through it again right now.

“Well great, you guys have fun.” Mike shook his head and the group started moving back towards the road, where Steve would be picking them up. “But you're both crazy.”

“Guess the girls of the group are just cooler than you guys.” Max nonchalantly flipped her hair, and Mike rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, no shit, Maxine.” Mike muttered, which sent the entire group laughing all over again.

The walk to the road was filled with energetic chatter about the haunt. Everyone's favorite parts and rooms, reenacting different actors, telling what they did when they got scared. Whenever her friends talked over each other this way, it always made El feel warm and content. She wasn't much of a talker, but she loved listening, and she loved that they would ask for her to weigh in. El realized then that fear had many faces, and it didn't always have to be such a bad thing. That fear was malleable, sometimes exciting, and that it kept you safe. She felt empowered by her own fear.

“So...” Mike had fallen back from the conversation just a few steps to stand next to her. “You really had fun?”

El shrugged, grabbing his arm again and finally enjoying the evening breeze. “Like I said, I don't get scared.” She said passively, even if this time it wasn't exactly true.

#yall haunted houses are just the best ever #send me spooky prompts! #my writing #mike wheeler #el hopper #mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things fanfiction