#ellie may be our very best girl

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — marlene's sleepover.

APRIL 19, 2015, 10:38 PM

Yeah, she could have called Emmett. In retrospect, she probably should have. 

Or, y’know, her parents. 

But, it was his turn with the car, his turn to have an amazing night with the girl he’d been crushing on for approximately forever (at least since the beginning of the school year), his turn to be in the spotlight. Plus, it was Mom and Dad’s date night, a tradition they’d kept up for pretty much forever no matter what life had thrown at them. There was at least one night a week where they’d find time to be together and do whatever disgustingly-in-love stuff they wanted (long nights spent stargazing, cuddled up together laughing in the movie theater, late night drives to the beach, holding hands at a restaurant). 

She’s not gonna be the one to break a twenty year streak. 

Plus, Mimi and Papa are out of town on a book tour so they’re out, too. 

That’s why Ellie finds herself walking down the mean streets of Hill Valley at 10:30 at night toward the city limits down a path she could navigate in her sleep, carrying her heels by their straps, getting soaked in the rain. She puffs a strand of hair out of her face, running her hand through her hair to try to tame the tangled mess it’s rapidly turning into. 

APRIL 19, 2015, 11:23 PM

Okay, so maybe she slightly overestimated her capabilities here. 

This sucked.

Why didn’t she listen to Kayla and wear her Converse tonight? Why today, of all days, did she decide she had to be stylish?

The asphalt is digging into her feet, one of her calves is spasming, and her stupid dress is probably giving her the beginnings of hypothermia (maybe she’s being just a little bit dramatic, but it feels like it, okay? It feels like it). 

At least she can see the lights of the farmhouse now.

She steps onto the porch, rapping on the door with her knuckle.

The door swings open and @doctorbrown is standing there, agape at the sight of her. Ellie gives a crooked smile that is far too reminiscent of her father, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand.

“Hey, Uncle Doc,” she says, tired and sheepish. “...Can I sleep over tonight? The party… well, it wasn’t really my scene, y’know?”

[cocoakrispis-blog]

✭ 1. ADMITTING YOU’RE A HOMOSEXUAL ✭

pairing ~ ellie williams x fem! reader

summary ~ (y/n) finally comes to terms with the fact that she may not be as normal as she thought.

warnings ~ homophobia, tones of a little bit of religious trauma, cat, ellie being a bit of a meanie

wc ~ 3.2k words

SERIES MASTERLIST

you followed close behind maria while still trying your best to take note of your surroundings.

despite the fact that this what you assumed was maria’s home everything in it seemed almost fake.

it was like you were walking on an untouched movie set and it seriously creeped you out.

the walk wasn’t very long and soon you and maria entered a small room that resembled an office.

you silently sat in the chair facing the desk while maria seated herself across from you.

“okay (y/n) once again welcome to true directions and allow me to go a little bit more into depth about how this camp will work. the others that are going to be staying here with you have already had the run down so i’m just going to get you caught up.” you nodded at her words and she continued.

“the true direction camp is a two month rehabilitation program that helps misguided girls straighten themselves out, more specifically correct their imaginary beliefs on sexuality. we use an easy five step program to reeducate and help our campers get back on the right path.” maria pointed to a black sign behind her that displayed all of the steps.

“for now we are going to focus on the first step which is admitting that you are a lesbian.” your brows slightly furrowed at her statement and you reach up to your neck to fidget with your cross necklace anxiously.

“i’m not a lesbian.” you mumble to yourself quietly.

maria ignores your quiet retaliation and doubles down.

“so you’re telling me that when you find yourself in the bathroom before class with one of your friends and you’re watching your friends apply their cherry red lipstick to their plump lips, or maybe you’re cheering and you glance at your teammates in their short frilly skirts using their strong thighs to jump into the air giving you a glance at their round butt, or when your team is showering in the locker room after a long sweaty practice and they’re lathering their perky breasts with the slippery soap your body doesn’t begin to react in unnatural ways and your mind begin to wonder to forbidden places.”

you gulp at maria’s over the top descriptions but can’t help but clench your thighs together to keep yourself grounded.

“no.” you croak out a pathetic response.

maria sighs at your reply and shakes her head in disappointment.

“(y/n) you will not be able to make any progress if you can’t complete the first step of admittance.”maria goes behind her desk and drops a pair of ugly grey scrubs on her desk. “until you are able to get past the first step you will be wearing these.”

you reluctantly grab the clothes from her desk and silently look at her to resume.

“for now i would like you to meet one of our other friends here at true directions, dina.”

as soon as she finishes her statement you turn to your right and watch as a tall tan girl with long black hair walks into the office with an almost sickly pink shirt and skirt combo.

“dina here will be showing you around our facilities and doing her best to help you feel welcome.”

you continue to stare at the beautiful girl as she stares ahead silently before maria clears her throat and shoes you two off out of her office.

as soon as you two make it out of the house dina let’s out a sigh of relief and sends you a small smile.

“sorry i was so quiet back there that lady totally gives me the creeps she’s like an evil barbie.” dina says her first words in ice you met her.

you giggle at her words and reassure her that you feel the same way.

“okay so i’m gonna be completely honest with you the schedule is a little bit nuts. we have to be up at 7:30 and then breakfast starts at 8 after that we have group therapy until lunchtime then in the afternoon we’re finally given a little bit of room to breathe and left alone to do whatever we want and then finally we come back inside to do some reorienting exercises oh and family therapy is on the weekends.” you nod along while listening to your new schedule for the next two months while dina leads you to another building with a pink door.

“do you have any questions so far?” dina turns around fully to look at you.

“no nothing so far.” you send her a smile.

with that dina turns back around to open up the pink door to the building.

“and then this is the pink prison where we sleep.” you follow dina into a very pink room with five beds.

“hey i think it’s cute i like the color pink.” you give her a playful nudge.

as you survey the room you seee an auburn haired girl with a tattoo on her forearm lying on one of the beds while smoking a joint.

you almost didn’t notice her because of how well her pink uniform blended into the pink bed.

dina doesn’t say anything to acknowledge the girl and continues her explanation.

“everyone has already claimed a bed so you’ll sleep there” dina points to one of the beds in the corner.

“you don’t really look like you’ll need this warning since you look about as innocent as can be but we are under no circumstances allowed to engage in any inappropriate behavior.” dina sends you a wink.

“but she’s smoking over there.” you cover your mouth with your hand and whisper to dina as quietly as possible.

dina laughs out loud at your confusion and looks at the other girl to explain.

“by inappropriate behavior she means fucking other girls.” the auburn haired girl speaks up for the first time since you’ve entered the room to defend herrself.

your cheeks warm at her vulgar language and the sultry nature of her voice.

dina laughs even harder at your flustered reaction and walks out of the bedroom while still snickering.

you quickly turn around to follow after her but forget that the scrubs you were given did almost nothing to cover your nether region.

“cute panties newbie.”

you squeak at her comment and quickly shut the back of you scrubs closed before rushing out of the room and making sure to shut the door behind you.

once you made it out of that embarrassing situation you look up to see a chart with you and dina’s name on it as well as three other unfamiliar names.

“sorry about ellie she’s kind of a bitchy wannabe bad boy don’t mind her i’m pretty sure she’s actually a softie deep down.”

you nod silently at dina’s words and make sure to remember the name of the girl who left you feeling extremity embarrassed.

“so this chart is kind of meant to like show our progress through the five steps.” you observe the chart and see that everyone already has a check next to their name and under the first step except for you.

“i promise it’s not really that hard you just need to say it out loud ‘i’m a lesbian!” dina giggles slightly as she repeats the phrase her and the other girls were required to say the day before.

you let out a breathe and grab the cross necklace dangling from your neck tightly.

“sounds easy enough.”

after the tour was over it was time for the group therapy so dina leads you back into the house to a room that already held ellie two other unfamiliar faces and maria.

dina very quietly makes her way to the other side of the room to take a seat in her empty chair while you stand awkwardly at the doorway.

“why don’t you have a seat and join us (y/n)” maria gives you a bright smile and motions to the seat facing everyone else with a bright pink bow wrapped around it.

you stare at the chair and bow in confusion and look at maria for further explanation.

“go ahead unwrap it!”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes at how extra the whole thing is and grab one end of the hot pink bow to unravel it.

once you unravel it maria bursts into applause and urges the other girls to do so.

you awkwardly give everyone a crooked smile before finally taking a seat.

“well everyone why don’t you introduce yourself.” maria turns to the girls.

a sweet looking girl with brown skin and dark brown curls is the first to stand up and introduce herself.

“hi i’m riley i like to play softball and i’m a lesbian.” she smoothly gets out her introduction without any mess ups.

once she finishes everyone begins clapping again which catches you by surprise but you quickly begin to catch on just as the applause is dying down.

next dina decides to stand up to introduce herself.

“hello my name is dina which you already know i’m a very loyal friend to all and i’m a lesbian.”

everyone begins clapping again a before the next girl stands up to introduce herself.

the girl that goes after dina is an asian girl with a very grunge aesthetic despite being in all pink and a mean look on her face.

“i go by cat i like pain and i’m a lesbian.”

you slightly wince at the girls kind of scary introduction but make sure to clap like you did for the rest of the girls.

you turn to look at ellie to introduce herself but she stays seated.

“you already know me.” ellie sighs slumps even further into her seat.

“ellie.” maria gives the freckle faces girl a stern look which makes her roll her eyes.

“hello fellow lesbians my name is ellie williams and i really really really like girls like a lot.”

everyone slightly snickers at ellie’s goofy introduction but awards her with the same applause.

once the clapping stops maria turns to you.

“okay (y/n) now it’s your turn.” maria asks you to introduce yourself.

you nod and stand up to face the group.

“hi my name is (y/n) i like cheerleading and uh yeah.”you quickly sit down when you realize you’re still not exactly ready to say the words out loud.

“okay well um how about i start with a question to jumpstart this discussion.”

“so (y/n) when was the first time you realized you may be a lesbian?” maria sends you what you consider a very inappropriate and uncomfortable question.

“oh no i’m not a lesbian everyone just thinks that i am. i’m really just here to prove my friends and family back home that i’m not” you clear your throat and shift in your seat awkwardly.

the room goes very very quiet and you feel your palms start to sweat at everyone’s eyes being on you.

“that is a perfectly fine place to start (y/n) may i ask about the issues that were brought up in your intervention.” maria tries her best to keep the bright smile on her face despite your lackluster answer.

you think to yourself for a second before recalling all of them.

“well i recently decided to become vegetarian to stay more in shape for cheer i have some pictures of women’s round my room and locker-”

riley speaks up to cut you off.

“do you think that’s normal” she asks he question everyone in the room was probably thinking.

“i mean yeah i think it’s pretty uh normal….. i don’t know i haven’t really thought about it too hard i just hang up pictures that make me happy.” you look down at your lap in shame.

“how about we move onto my next question have you ever had a boyfriend before or do you have any experience with boys?” maria asks you plainly.

“well yes of course i have a boyfriend whom i love ver much back at home he loves football and well me!” you finally give a response that sounds good in your head.

“oh wow he sounds extremely interesting.”ellie snickers at your lackluster description.

“h-he is very interesting.” you cross your arms defensively.

“have you guys done the deed before?” dina gives you a curious look.

“no of course not i’m a christian!” you gasp at the implication of even going further than kissing with your boyfriend.

“well does he at least make you a little bit hot and bothered?” cat follows up dina’s previous question.

you frown at the question and give her a weird look.

“i mean do you think of him when you’re like touching yourself and stuff.” cat rolls her eyes at your obliviousness.

your jaw drops to the floor and you have trouble picking it up to even formulate a response.

“well i ever- t-that’s just not- i don’t t-think that.” you cut yourself of and take a deep breath to find some composure.

“listen no offense to any of you guys but i’m just not like you.” you give them all a sorry look.

“i get good grades, i go to church, i’m a cheerleader!” you exclaim proudly.

everyone in the room gives you almost a stare of pity causing you to get even more frustrated.

“i’m normal guys everyone reads magazines, likes receiving compliments from other girls, and enjoys staring at their fellow girls to admire their beauty all the time.” you hero your hands up in the air in exasperation.”

“yeah you do all of that and assume that they want to do the same thing as you but they don’t” ellie finally puts her two cents into the conversation.

you feel yourself freeze in your tracks at ellie’s statement and you stare at the room almost mortified.

“i-i thought everyone thought the same way i did i thought i was n-normal.” you reach up to grab onto the cross necklace you wore.

“so you admit you’re not normal then.” maria rises from her chair to softly pat your shoulder.

you gasp as the sudden realization hits you and immediately feel tears start to well up in your eyes.

“i’m a lesbian!”

you begin to sob as you finally say the phrase out loud and repeat the phrase over and over still in disbelief.

“you did it (y/n) you completed your first step at true direction!” maria gives you a gleeful look.

all the girls in the room rush up to you to give you a big hug to comfort you.

unfortunately the hug doesn’t work and you continue to cry harder than you ever had before.

maria gently pulls you to the side to give you some comforting words.

“it’s all gonna be okay (y/n) don’t you worry.”

maria hands you an identical pink uniform to the rest of the girls in the room and sends you a smile. “here put these on you’re making progress.”

eventually everyone files out of the room to leave you alone to continue to cry it out.

“i can’t believe everyone was right.” you clutch your new uniform close to your chest.

you don’t know how long you were in the group therapy room crying but after a while dina comes in there with a concerned look.

“i know this can all be very shocking you i promise it gets easier why don’t you go change so we can head to dinner.” dina leads you out of the room as gently as possible.

soon after you find yourself in the corridor grabbing dinner with the rest of the girls.

you notice ellie was siting with cat while dina and riley sat at another table.

as you walk past her table she gives you a smirk.“congrats on making your first big step in this place pom-pom.” she snickers at her own nickname while cat chuckles alongside her.

you give them a look before beelining it towards the table where dina and riley were sitting.

once you make it to the other table. ilya don dina send you a sympathetic look.

“don’t worry about them we are genuinely proud of you (y/n) we both know what you did today was very difficult.” riley gives you a genuine smile while dina nods in agreement.

“thank you guys.” you return the smile before beginning to eat your surprisingly good meal.

after you all finish dinner you head back to your shared bedroom to get ready for bed.

everyone was pretty quiet most likely due to their exhaustion and before you know it you’re tucked away in your soft pink bed.

it was a little bit difficult to fall asleep in such an unfamiliar atmosphere but eventually you find yourself in a light sleep.

much to your dismay your light sleep is disturbed when your ears pick up an annoying continuous buzzing sound.

you pry open your eyes to see cat’s bedsheets high over her head and a red light emitting from underneath the covers.

you realize this is where the buzzing is coming from nd you quietly rise from your bed to go investigate.

“hey cat what are you doing are you okay?” you lightly tap on her moving form form under the sheets.

you wince when you see how roughly she rips the sheets from her head and do your best to calm her.

“sorry i didn’t mean to scare you i just wanted to check on you.”

cat rolls her eyes and gives you a half ass response. “i’m doing AV now leave me be.”

“what’s AV?” you questions yhe unfamiliar abbreviation curiously.

“its aversion therapy you use it to help you stop having inappropriate thoughts about other girls.” cat further explains herself. “you shock yourself whenever you start to have those naughty thoughts.

“sounds painful.” you frown.

“no pain no gain.” cat shrugs her shoulders casually.

you glance down and realize you see an item that looks extremely out of place in her sheets.

“hey is that ellie’s sock?” you question cat cautiously.

“fuck off.” she gives you a glare before throwing the covers back over her head.

as soon as you make it back into bed the door the the room opens and mary flashes a bright flashlight into your face.

“(y/n) you have a phone call.” she sighs plainly.

you rise from your bed and follow mary into her house where she leads you to her phone.

“hi sweetie!” you hear the familiar voice of your mother on the other side of the phone.

“hi mom.” you smile to yourself softly.

“sorry we’re calling s late honey we just had to make sure you were doing okay.” you then hear your dad.

“hi dad and yeah i’m doing okay miss you guys a lot.” you fiddle with the phone line.

“well that’s all we needed to hear we won’t keep you long we know it’s late.” your mom hums.

“we can’t wait until you’re normal sweetie sleep well and remember we love you.” your dad brings a swift end to the conversation.

“love you guys too!” you respond softly before ending the call.

maria then dismisses you and you walk back to the bed room in silence.

“yeah normal.” you sigh to yourself quietly.

a/n: this took way too long my head hurts so ad and i am so tired will come back and edit in th morning. this took forever to write but i think it came out a little bit better than the last chapter. if ou didn’t already notice i am not going to be asking in any of the gay guys because i couldn’t think of enough male tlou characters to fill the role hope that doesn’t;t irk anyone too bad. anyways i hope you guys enjoyed!

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[dreamsagain]

I figured it would be a good time to share an update with you. I completed 5 radiation treatment sessions in 10 days. I had a new Pet Scan today but no results yet. I wish I could say I'm confident of what the outcome will be. You see when I had the scan prior to the radiation, three new growths were discovered. The cancer in my body is very active. Honestly I was never supposed to live this long but here I am.

Each day I struggle. I can't walk anymore or use my legs. I have become quite the wheelchair master though. My dear friend Holly once told me to keep all four wheels on the ground. Sorry Holly. You get a little bored in my situation. I have come to accept some things that I never thought I would have to. I can't feel the sand of the beach on my toes anymore or the cool ocean water. I can't dance anymore not that I was every very good at it. No more hiking on our trips to northern New England. These may seem trivial to all of you. You never think of these things until you can't do them any longer.

The bigger issues exist. I know my survival chances are slim. I will never give up though till my last breath. I know I will never fall in love with that special girl or settle down or even have a family. Why would anyone want a cancer ridden cripple? My days are consumed with doctors, physical therapy and trying to keep my head up.

Through all of this I'm grateful. I'm grateful for the people that try every day to lift my spirits, to encourage me and support me and most of all love me.

So to the following people, I say thank you and I love you forever.

Lauren @callmenonames my best friend in the universe. I have no words to describe the love you have shown me and the love I have for you. You sacrifice for me every day even at the cost of your own health. You are truly amazing.

Ellie @everylittlethingshedoesismagic my sweet London friend and her beautiful partner Sarah. Not a day goes by that I don't get a sweet message or picture. Unconditional and unwavering support and love. I have dreamt so many times about coming to London to just give you a hug and tell you thank you. I hope some day I can do that. I love you my friend

Karen @karenpillagain where do I begin. You are sweet and kind. Very silly and quirky and I think a little crazy too. You make me laugh and smile. When you had your accident I cried for days. Your partner Kate is a very lucky girl as are yo to have her. Two beautiful Aussies that deserve life's very best. I love you both and do hope we can make that Disney trip someday.

CJ @crystaljaydeinside1 Another incredible Aussie. You never hold back your care and encouragement. Always a sweet message, encouraging word or song to lift me up. I'm glad we connected the way we have and always love our chats. You have become very special to me and Lauren as well. I do love you my friend.

Breelynn @breelynnxoxoxoxo Where do I begin? You were a big support to my sister till the end. You remained close to Lauren and have always supported us. One of kind with a heart bigger than your body. Caring, loving and beautiful. Thank you for your continued support and love. I love you girl! You are amazing

Holly @hollys-coffee-cafe I fell in love with you so easy. You are beautiful, caring, and very special to me. I know we had our moments but there are no conditions on my feelings. You are an encouragement to me to never give up and I never will. I will always love you.

Last but not least Sadie @bambibrowneyes when I met you thanks to Holly, you were dealing with your own issues. Your beautiful wife Shelby sick with the same awful disease as me. There was an instant connection with the three of us. Shelby has since passed and your life has gone on. New career, new city and new love. I'm happy for you my friend. Love you

Okay that's it from me. I probably missed several people. I'm sorry for the long worded post. If you remember, say a prayer, send me you good vibes or whatever you believe in. I need them all.

[laylaysdelusions]

New neighbors

(Ellabs x reader)

Warnings: masterbation at the end for like a second, suggestive, poly.

A/n: if you want a part two let me know in my asks of DMs

You stand in your kitchen with baking ingredients spread all across your counters. “What does the recipe say again?” You talk to yourself. “Ah, half a cup”. You continue to make your brownies with a smile on your face. You open your curtains after deciding it’s too dark in the room, that’s when you notice two women inside the house next to yours. Oh, someone is moving in?

You see it’s a blonde and a brunette, both of them are very attractive. Your eyes scan both of them for a good few minutes. You snap out of the trance you are in when the timer of the oven goes off. You grab your brownies and set them aside to cool.

You can’t help but look over there constantly just to see the pretty girls. Are they best friends? Sisters..well no they can’t be. Girlfriends? Your mind races as you get lost in thought. When you feel eyes on you, you look up to see them both smiling at you. You awkwardly wave before frantically drawing curtains back. “What the hell did I just do..” you facepalm yourself for being so awkward.

A few days pass and you still can’t remove the image of their smiles from your head. You really wanna introduce yourself, however you don’t know how. You’re pondering around your bedroom until you think of the perfect way. You’re gonna make them cookies.

You immediately get to work. Grabbing the sugar and flour and all the good stuff, these have to be perfect. It takes an hour and when you are done it’s 2:30 in the afternoon. You take a peek outside to make sure their car is there, it is.

You look in the mirror in the hallway to prepare yourself for this. With a deep breath and a gentle smile on your face it’s time to go knock.

You skip your way down the sidewalk until you reach their front steps. Your soft hand connects with the sturdy door. The opening swings open to reveal the blonde you’ve already mentally gawked over.

Her muscles look like they could smash you in the concrete and it makes your belly warm. “Uh hi?” The woman says to you, making you jump out of your thoughts. “Oh hi I’m your neighbor and I baked some cookies for you” you say anxiously fidgeting. “Aw sweet” she says plainly, taking the container for your hands. You felt like she just dismissed all your hard work for them. Suddenly you see the brunette at the door with her hand on the salty woman’s shoulder.

“don’t be rude to this sweet girl” her words made you blush and stare at your feet. “I’m sorry about that, Abby can be mean, I’m Ellie” her voice has the perfect amount of rasp. Abby scoffs at her. “You can come in if you want”

They have such contrasting personalities and for whatever reason it makes you melt. “Thank you for the cookies that was sweet” Ellie says while Abby takes a seat next to you.

“Why did you decide to move here of all places” you ask. “We thought it was a cute little neighborhood to explore our love in” Ellie says, making your eyes widen. “Shocked we’re a couple?” Abby says and you nod. “It’s nothing against you both it’s just there’s not many fellow queer women around here”

“Well it must be nice to know us now”

Abby’s hand subtly touches your thigh, causing you to flinch from the unexpected feeling. She’s so beefy it’s so sexy. You just wanna suck on her fingers.

Your cheeks turn red as you see that Ellie saw that interaction. You get embarrassed and quickly make an excuse to leave. “Bye Ellie and Abby i just remembered i have something important to do” you mutter while walking out.

You slam your door shut and may twist your hands in hand. “I just exposed myself in front of the two prettiest girls I’ve ever seen” you slap your forehead. You go up to your room to toss and turn in your bed. Every time you thought about them it made it worse. Your mind wandered off to Ellie’s smirk and Abby’s thick fingers and before you could process it your jeans were off and your fingers were drawing circles around your puffy clit.

What you didn’t realize is that your bedroom window was open.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Dangers of Hope Ch. 7

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC), other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, bit of smut.

Word Count: 4,813

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: Chapter 7 has arrived. 😊 I hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much to everyone who has been reading, liking, commenting and reblogging this series! It means SO much! ❤️

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Three and a half weeks later

“And these would be beside every tent?” Dean asked Brandy as he looked at the rough drawings she’d made of her latest idea.

She nodded. “Yeah, on the West side of every tent. It would mean families don’t have to come to Food Storage every few days for more rations, and once the deep snow comes that’s gonna be a huge benefit for folks. Plus it’s easier for people to plan ahead and stretch their food if they have two weeks worth of rations sitting outside their tent. I mean, it won’t work once spring comes, but that’s a problem for spring.”

Dean nodded. He looked at their builders, the group of half a dozen survivors that were tasked with providing new buildings and necessities as the camp required. They’d built the sheds earlier in the year, the chicken coop last summer and were currently finishing up a small barn for the cow.

“Is this gonna interfere with completing the barn?” He asked, nodding at Brandy’s drawings. 

One of the women, he was pretty sure her name was Vanessa, shook her head. “No, we’ll be finished with the barn in a couple of days, and be able to get Lily settled for the winter all snug, and then move on to the food sheds.” She looked at the drawing again and shrugged. “They’re small enough that we should be able to get them all done within a few weeks?” 

She looked to the rest of the builders who nodded their agreement.

Dean frowned. “Lily?”

Vanessa grinned. “Yeah, sorry that’s what the kids have dubbed our little cow. Y/N has them going to visit her once a week so Ralph can teach them about farming.” She said, referring to the old farmer who had helped to plant the winter vegetables.

Dean felt his stomach twist as it always did when someone brought up her name. But he just nodded. “Okay, good. Get started on the food sheds as soon as you’re able. The deep snow is gonna come in the next couple weeks. It’d be good to have them all done by then.”

They all gave a chorus of “Okay, Boss” or “Sure thing Boss” as they nodded and took their leave. They wrapped their scarves tight and pulled on their mittens. The deep snow may not have come yet, but the ground was layered in white, and winter was sharp and stinging in the late November air.

Brandy gathered up her drawings and was headed out when Dean called her back.

“Brandy?”

She turned back to him, an eyebrow raised in question. They'd never discussed their meeting in the cabin with Y/N, but he'd noticed a slightly colder demeanor from her lately.

And he knew why, of course. 

Brandy had been one of the original dozen survivors who had built the camp together. She'd been an incredible asset from the beginning, and they probably wouldn't have survived without her planning and strategies for running the camp. He and the soldiers may have kept the survivors alive, but Brandy kept them living by organizing and planning for their food and shelter. She was an invaluable member of the camp.

But three weeks ago he'd treated her like a servant meant to do his bidding. He knew he owed her an apology, but it had been so long since he'd apologized for anything that it stuck in his throat.

Now she contemplated him, waiting for him to speak, and he just nodded. He pointed towards her drawings. 

“This is a good idea.” He cleared his throat. “So, thanks.”

Brandy stared a moment longer before a small smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. She nodded.

“No problem, Boss. That's what we're all here for, right?”

Dean just nodded and she lifted her scarf over her face and left the big cabin where Dean conducted most of his business these days, since it was warmer than his tent and could fit more people.

As he ran a hand over his face, the door opened again and most of his soldiers tromped inside. They were there to talk about security and possible threats, but Dean immediately looked at Johnston. 

“Hey, did you tell her I want to see her?”

The thin man nodded vigorously. “Yes sir. I told her yesterday. Has…has she not come to see you yet?” He looked around the room as though Y/N might be hiding somewhere. 

Dean shook his head. “No, she hasn't.” He pointed towards the door. “So why don't you go get her and tell her I expect to see her now.”

Johnston looked wary and as though he definitely didn't want to follow that order. But when Dean just stared him down, he turned and left quickly.

The rest of his soldiers began giving their reports about any problems they were having at the outposts, like equipment that needed repair or items that needed replenishing. But Dean was only half listening; his gaze kept straying to the door, waiting for Y/N to show. 

Ten minutes later, Patrick was briefing him and Dean tried to focus on what he was saying. 

“Williams has seen the group twice now, but -��� Patrick cut himself off as Y/N and Johnston pushed through the door.

Y/N smiled at the soldiers as she came in. “Sorry to interrupt, but apparently I was summoned.” 

She cut her glance to Dean and her smile turned brittle. 

“I was told you needed to see me.”

“Yeah, since yesterday.” Dean responded, hardening his voice in an attempt to not seem desperate, especially in front of his soldiers.

“Sorry. Busy.” Was Y/N's curt reply. “What do you need?”

Dean took a deep breath. “I just wanted to know how you're -” he altered his words, “your school, or, uh, the school was going?”

Y/N paused for a moment before answering with a shrug. 

“Fine.”

When it was clear that was all she was going to say, Dean scowled at her. “You wanna elaborate on that?”

She raised her chin a fraction. “Oh, I'm sorry, Boss, I don’t have anything else to say right now, but I’ll be sure to write out a full report for next week.”

Her eyes shot daggers that found their mark, bringing a pain to his chest that he felt a lot these days. He’d thought it might go away if he could talk to her, see her, but it was just worse with her there.

He shook his head. “That won't be necessary.” He said quietly.

“Anything else then, Sir?”

He'd never hated that moniker more. “No, that's it.” 

She spun on her heel and walked out of the cabin. Silence reigned when she left. Dean waved at everyone else. “We'll finish this another time.” When they didn't immediately move, he made his voice a bit sharper. 

“Dismissed.”

That got them moving and they all shuffled their way out the door - all except Risa. She closed the door behind her fellow soldiers and then turned back to face Dean. 

He caught her eye and lifted his hands. “What?”

She shook her head slowly. “You're such an idiot.”

Dean dropped his hands and raised an eyebrow. “Wanna try that again?”

Risa shook her head as she walked back to him. “No, I said what I said.” 

Dean gave her a look of annoyance as she reached him and leaned one hip on the table where he stood. She raised her hand to his cheek, her countenance softening. 

“I really wanted to be the one.”

Dean scowled in confusion. “The one what?”

Risa pushed her fingers through his short hair. “The one to make you smile.” There was a long pause between them and Dean had no idea how to respond to that. She shook her head and stood up straight, dropping her hand. “But, it was obviously meant to be her.”

Dean scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

“Y/N. You know I'm talking about Y/N.”

He gave a short burst of sarcastic, humorless laughter. “Yeah, right. You think Y/N's gonna make me smile? I've done nothing but pull my hair out since she got here, so ..” He trailed off and looked away from Risa's knowing gaze.

Risa nodded. “Yeah, cause you're an idiot.” She reiterated.

When he looked back at her, Risa was smiling softly and wistfully. “Apologize to her, idiot. Try to get back what you've nearly lost. She's pissed, don't get me wrong, it might take some real groveling on your part but,” she nodded, “she has a very kind heart, so she might forgive you. It's definitely worth a try.”

Dean stared at her for a moment before he looked down at the ground, conceding the truth in her words. “I don't know how to do it.”

Risa gave a gentle laugh. “You're a smart guy. Bet you'll figure it out.”

She put her hand on his cheek again, resting the other on his chest as she stood on tiptoe to reach his lips. She placed a light, lingering kiss there and then pulled away. 

“Goodbye, Dean.”

Dean felt a jolt of worry at the farewell. “You’re leaving? Am I losing a soldier?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, the soldier is staying. I'm saying goodbye to the woman I wanted to be for you. And the man that she…cared about a lot. I hope he lets himself be happy.”

Dean frowned, feeling the weight of her goodbye, with all of its disappointed hopes. 

“Goodbye Risa.” He said, and knowing it wasn't enough, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips, light and brief. “Thank you…for being the woman you are.”

He thought he saw a glimmer of moisture in her eye, but she blinked it away quickly and pulled out from under his hands. She moved to the door in a few strides and, with one last smile thrown over her shoulder, she walked away.

***

That afternoon as the winter sun headed into the west, Dean made the decision to go talk to Y/N. This was ridiculous. They were a camp of less than 150 people, continuing to try and avoid each other was impractical.

He'd just go tell her that.

He walked to the school because she was usually still there this time of day. But when he got there, the schoolroom was empty. He looked around the space that he hadn't seen in over a month and had to shake his head.

What had been a cold empty shed not even three months ago was now a warm, inviting, cozy space. She'd had a little camp stove installed, and on the Northern wall, replacing the fall leaves that had been there, was a giant, beautifully sewn quilt. He recognized it as the same design as the one that hung in the big cabin. 

Hannah, who was Ralph-the-farmer's wife, had made it out of old scraps of material. It took a long time to gather enough scraps for a whole quilt so he knew this quilt probably took her months of hard work. But of course she'd gifted it to Y/N and the school. That's what Y/N brought out in people - hard work and generosity.

The small wooden table in the room had four chairs around it now and he wondered where she'd snagged the other two chairs. 

The kids’ blanket seating had been enhanced slightly with the addition of a few pillows, and on the western wall, beside the old map, two long, weathered planks of wood had been nailed in place to serve as bookshelves. The books he'd brought back had been placed lovingly on the shelves, not a single corner bent on any of them. 

He sighed at the changes and felt a warmth flare to life in his heart. Y/N did this too - seeming to warm the spaces around her without trying.

He walked out of the schoolroom and was just starting to walk back to his tent when he heard high pitched giggles coming from the side of the school just seconds before three small bodies hurtled forward, chasing and grabbing on to one another - Emma and her two little friends. He couldn't remember their names.

When they all saw him, the laughter fell away and Emma's eyes got wide, fear and suspicion filling them instantly. It felt like a punch when he remembered the way she'd climbed up on the chair beside him that one time, shy acceptance in her expression as she asked him to read to her.

He hated that she was so scared of him; he had to try and fix that much, at least. 

“Hi girls.” He said in what he hoped was a friendly sounding voice. Emma's friends nodded and waved at him slightly. But Emma stayed on high alert.

He looked at her two friends. “I need to talk to Emma, so you girls head on home now.” 

They looked to Emma who looked more scared than ever. But she whispered goodbye to them and they ran off.

Dean got a bit closer to her and went down on his haunches. He took a second to think what to say to her.

“You know, you don't have to be scared of me.”

“I'm not.” Emma said quickly while her big blue eyes were shrouded in fear.

Dean nodded. “Okay, good because…” He struggled to find the words that would help. “Cause I thought maybe I scared you a bit before. When I, uh, needed to talk to your mom alone.”

Emma nodded, the suspicion growing in her gaze. “When you were mad at Mommy.”

Dean shook his head. “No, I wasn't mad.” 

Emma gave him a look that said she didn't believe him and he conceded with a nod. 

“Okay, I was a little…upset, but I was just…confused. Eventually everything got figured out.”

She didn't say anything, clearly still highly skeptical. 

Dean took a deep breath and decided  to just go for it. “Anyway, I didn't mean to scare you and I'm…sorry about it.” He cleared his throat. “And I promise not to scare you like that again. Okay?”

Emma stared at him for a long time and he kept hold of her earnest blue gaze throughout her scrutiny. Slowly a smile spread across her face.

“Okay.” She said, accepting him at his word. “Then can you come over again for supper tonight? I can read a bunch of words now, mommy taught me in the books. So, I could help you read the story this time.”

Dean shook his head at the speedy ways of forgiveness in a child's heart, and for the first time in more years than he could remember, a small smile turned up one side of his mouth. 

He reached out to pat her cold cheek. “I'm not sure, kiddo. We'll have to wait and see.” Emma was about to argue the point but Dean stood up. “Now it's gonna be dark soon and it's way too cold for you to be out here without a scarf. Don't you have one?” He asked.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, but I don't like it. It itches.”

Dean hummed. “Ah, yeah wool does that sometimes.” He unwound his own scarf from around his neck.

“Here, I'll trade you.” He said as he wound the polyester scarf around her neck and up over her cheeks. “Now, you head home.”

Emma's eyes were bright and happy above her new scarf as she danced away, skipping through the light snow that blanketed the ground.

He watched her go for a moment before turning back to head home himself. But he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Y/N standing in the path with an arm full of wood. Silence reigned for nearly a full minute. Finally he reached forward to take the wood, but Y/N shook her head.

“No, I’m fine.” She nodded toward the school. “Just stocking up for tomorrow.”

“Right.” 

More silence. Y/N’s voice was quiet when she finally spoke. “Thank you for the scarf. It’s been impossible to get her to wear one.”

He nodded and then realized something. “How long were you standing there?”

Y/N took a deep breath, answering on an exhale. “Since just before you promised my daughter not to scare the shit out of her again.”

Dean nodded and closed his eyes. “So, basically the whole time.”

“Yeah, basically.” She took a beat pause. “Thank you for that.” 

Dean nodded. She walked towards the school again but before she could close the door and shut him out, Dean called to her, knowing his voice sounded desperate.

“I needed to believe it.”

Y/N turned in the doorway, a frown on her face. “Needed to believe what?”

He took a step closer, feeling choked by all the words he wanted to say that wouldn’t form properly in his mind. Y/N stared at him for a moment more before huffing slightly and walking into the schoolroom. He followed her inside, closing the door against the wind as she dropped the pile of wood into a metal bucket by the stove.

When she turned back to face him, she was scowling. “Dean, I don’t know what you want here. What do you want me to say?”

He shook his head. He didn’t want her to say anything. He wanted to say things, so many things. “No, nothing.” He croaked out.

She crossed her arms over her chest, bunching up her too big jacket. “Then what are you doing here?”

He took deep breaths in through his nose, pushing the words out through a closed throat. “I needed to believe it.” He said again, quieter this time.

“Believe what?” Y/N asked in frustration.

He stepped close to her and she took a step back before refusing to retreat. He gazed at her and wished more than anything that she really could just see inside his head so he wouldn’t have to try and get it out.

But he looked at the ground quickly and then back at her. His breathing was slightly labored and his voice was thin as he spoke. “You’re so dangerous to me, Y/N.”

He knew he said the wrong words when her forehead wrinkled into a deep frown and she nodded. “Because - I’m a psychic monster? Or because I’m a croat? Why exactly am I dangerous this time?”

“Because you’re you.” Dean answered loudly, speaking over the end of her question. He sighed in frustration; he was getting all of this wrong. He looked up to the heavens, as though they could possibly help him, and tried again, speaking softer.

“I needed to believe that you could control my mind or my…my feelings because…” He trailed off and looked at Y/N hoping she’d just know what he was saying and finish the sentence for him. But she was still just frowning in confusion.

“Because,” he continued, “my feelings when I'm around you are…dangerous. For me, I mean, they’re dangerous. Y/N I can’t…” He shook his head. “The way you look at the world? And the way you change how I see it too? It’s so fucking dangerous.”

He waved his hand, trying to encompass everything. “This world is ugly and shitty, and fucking ended! We literally lived through the end of the world, and now all that’s left is this - this dark, violent, bullshit reality.” 

He shook his head and his voice was filled with awe. “Yet somehow you move through it like this,” again he struggled for the words to describe her, “like some kind of lighthouse, like a refuge for every cold, lost thing. And I - “

He cut himself off, not sure he was making any sense. But Y/N had stopped frowning and was now just contemplating him.

He shrugged. “And when I’m around you, I feel warmer than I’ve felt in years, brighter.” He shook his head and moved away from her, embarrassed by his confession and knowing he wasn't saying it right. 

He stared at the map as he spoke. “So, I needed to believe that the feelings weren’t real, that you’d just forced me to feel that way. Because if the feelings and thoughts you bring out of me are real?” His shoulders slumped. “God, I’m so fucked.”

He felt Y/N come up to stand just behind him on his right, but he stayed staring at the map as she spoke.

“Why? What’s so dangerous about warmth and light?”

His voice was barely audible as he answered slowly. “Because they bring hope. And hope is a lie. It’s a lie I believed for a long time, a lie I clung to. The lie of possibilities, of family, of good conquering evil. And when the lie was revealed and the world fell apart, the truth almost killed me.”

After a moment he turned to face her and felt his heart skip as he saw her expression of sadness and the tears that sparkled in her eyes, even in the growing dusk.

He lifted a hand to cup her cheek and thumbed away a tear as it fell over her bottom lashes. “And Y/N, if I allow myself to hope again, and it gets crushed by the world again…” He shook his head. “I won’t survive it, I know I won’t.”

He took a step closer to her and felt her warmth penetrating his cold bones. She grabbed his free hand and held it in both of hers as he dropped his other hand from her cheek.

“Or…” she said, her voice filled with conviction, “or we can both hope, both fight, and both win. Even if we never get big wins, the little ones still count. And they add up. Every day we’re here alive is a win. Every time we smile at someone and they smile back is a win. Every time the sun shines so bright you have to close your eyes, every time we hear Emma giggle, every time our stomachs are full, every time we do something to make our home here better - every small thing adds up to big wins.”

Dean shook his head. He knew that trying to resist the pull of her light and life was pointless; she’d been pulling him out of the dark, and changing his plans since the moment she’d come into his life. 

He used their connected hands to pull her tight against him and watched heat enter her beautiful, red-ringed eyes.

He bent his head, but before his lips touched hers, he whispered words that came much easier now. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. For all of it. I’m so sorry.”

Another tear fell down her cheek and she smiled and bit her lip. “If I say you’re forgiven will you kiss me?”

He pretended to mull it over and then nodded. “Yes, I think that’s fair.”

In the dusky twilight around them he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers; his arms tightened around her as she moaned softly. 

He was definitely counting that sound as a win.

***

Over the next month Dean resumed his dinners with Y/N, the difference being that he was there nearly every night, and he’d stopped pretending to himself that he didn’t relish every moment with her and Emma. 

Over the evenings spent together, Emma had warmed more and more to him so that now she ran to meet him every time he walked through their tent flap, holding her arms up so he’d pick her up and toss her up into the air, catching her in a swooping motion as she came down. It made Y/N gasp every time, but Emma squealed with delight. He’d set her down and she’d grab his hand, nearly three times the size of hers, and pull him over to the table.

He’d take off his heavy canvas jacket within the relative warmth of the tent, and drape it over Emma’s shoulders, making her giggle as she drowned inside it. 

They’d sit around the table and share the day's events, though Emma usually did the majority of the talking. It always brought a mixture of feelings when he listened to her bubbly, excited stories. It made him happy and terrified at the same time. She was so precious he couldn’t help but smile, an expression that was becoming easier for him as the days went by. But also, his chest felt tight and he could feel terror creep in as the darkness whispered a warning, telling him that he couldn’t possibly keep her safe. He’d lose her, and Y/N too.

Sometimes that thought woke him from a deep sleep and made him shake and sweat. It was proving incredibly difficult to make all his fears go away. But as soon as he saw Y/N’s smile the next day, it felt easier.

In fact it was becoming increasingly difficult to go home at all, to leave her warm cozy tent and return to his dismal gray one. But they were trying to be careful and move slowly in deference to Emma. They didn’t want her to feel confused or unsure of things now that she finally seemed so at ease. 

So they hid their kisses and their caresses until after Emma was sleeping, at which point they’d usually try and brave the cold long enough to enjoy some alone time, even if it was encumbered by bulky jackets and scarves. They never had enough time, but they’d managed slightly more satisfactory make out sessions in the empty school and in Dean’s tent. But they were always too rushed and things had to end too quickly.

Dean ached for her more and more every day.

One evening in mid December, the air was much milder than usual; the day had been unseasonably warm and the night held on to a trace of it. Dean had Y/N pressed up against the side of the thick canvas tent, sucking on the soft skin just below her ear. As her breath caught and she angled her head so that he had better access, he was practically vibrating with how badly he needed to feel her. 

As he breathed into her mouth, he slowly unzipped her jeans, letting her tell him no if she wanted. But she just nodded and bit her lip.

He watched her face as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of the leggings she wore as an extra layer against the cold, and then down into her panties. He desperately tried to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as he felt how soaking wet she was for him.

“Goddamn.” He whispered roughly as he slid two fingers inside her, rubbing his thumb against her little bundle of nerves and making her bite harder into her lip to keep quiet. He decided to help her out and closed his mouth over hers, swallowing up her small moans.

He pushed in and out of her body, his cock hardening as she gripped his forearm where it disappeared into her pants while her cunt clenched tight around his fingers. He passed his fingers over her sweet spot a couple of times and she fell over the edge. She broke off their kiss to bury a scream in his neck, muffling it with his thick collar. 

As she came down she clung to him, her hot breaths creating puffs of white in the cold air. She moved her hand to cup his hard on through his jeans and was just reaching for his zipper when they suddenly heard Cas’ voice inside the tent.

“Emma, where is your mother and Dean?” 

Dean groaned. What the fuck? Y/N squeaked slightly and pulled her hand back, making him absolutely throb with need. He was gonna slaughter his best friend. 

They were quickly righting their clothing when Emma's voice reached them, and it didn’t really sound like she’d been sleeping.

“They’re outside the tent, kissing each other.”

Y/N’s eyes got huge and round and Dean stifled a snorted laugh behind his palm while she slapped his bicep. 

“It’s not funny. Jesus, we’re gonna traumatize her!” She said in a horrified whisper.

Suddenly Cas’ head poked around the side of the tent and he frowned. “Are you finished kissing?”

Y/N buried her head in Dean’s chest and Dean scowled at the angel. “Well, we sure as hell are now.”

Cas nodded, completely ignoring Dean’s frustration. “Good. You need to come inside. I have incredible news.”

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. “What news, Cas?”

The angel’s smile was surprising in its rarity and it made Dean raise an eyebrow.

“I know why Y/N isn’t a psychic.”

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Ellie Williams x pregnant reader !

A/n: hey guys so this is a lil drabble I did a few months ago possibly- its not perfect but it's cute enough. I used "I" instead of what I normally do which is "you" just- cuz. I think Ellie would be so great during a pregnancy. She'd help you so much, shed be such a sweetheart. Enjoy :)

Warnings: none just fluffy fluff fluff. (And Ellies corny jokes x)

Masterlist

I was just standing in the kitchen, when suddenly. "ELLIE!" I scream as I stand there. Fuck. My water had just broken, and immediately I could feel the contractions. I let out a painful sound/groan as one strikes. I hear her rush down the stairs "babe are you okay?-" She then sees the spot on the floor. "Oh my god SHES COMING" she says with excitement. "No fucking shit Sherlock don't just stand there and gawk grab the bag." I start to walk outside to our car. "I gotta call Joel." I then turn around to grab her face. "Do that later. cuz right now. YOU SHOULD BE CALLING FOR AN AMBULANCE." I breathe out.

"Okay okay deep breaths." I stare at her. "WHAT DO YOU THINK IM DOING?" we soon get into the car as another contraction comes. "Fuck fuck fuck." I say. "Hey no swearing infront of the baby." I turn my head. "so God help me I WILL kick you." She gulps knowing I wasn't playing. We had finally arrived. I was on the bed trying to stay calm when all of a sudden I hear. "Why did the run-on sentence take a pregnancy test?" I huff. "Why." She smirks. "Its period came too late" I glare at her. "Your jokes are never a good time to say what the fuck makes you think now is."

shes still got a cocky grin on her face. "How did Burger King get Dairy Queen knocked up?" "I don't know Ellie what." There was a pause. "He forgot to wrap his whopper!" I let out a groan. "Oh come on that was a good one you can't deny it." "when you hold my hand while your child's being popped out. Best believe you wont have a hand, no. More." she let's out a scoff. "Jeez tough crowd." but she just smiles.

It was time she was coming. I grab ellies hand. "Good lord you weren't kidding." I let out a pained noise trying to stay calm letting out breaths as I push. Here was when ellie was being serious. She rubbed her thumb over my hand, kissing my head as I continue to do this. She was honestly excited to see the process, she wasn't scared of anything although she is scared of spiders. But she dealt with so much gore this thing was nothing. She watches as our daughter starts to come I turn my head noticing she's crying. "People may think im weird for this but it's so lovely."

I immediately melt at her words. Glad she doesn't find this gross. "Its so interesting to watch.." she was so fixated on it. She sees more of her head. Soon enough I was exhausted trying to relax. One of the nurses asks if ellie wanted to cut the cord. She obviously said yes doing so. A lil while later "Hey babe. Knock, knock." I look at her very tired after what I just did. "Who's there?" she then holds up our new born. "Autumn, Williams." I smile like crazy as ellie hands her to me. I hold her in my arms. Amazed that I had just done that. "Our lil girl." I stare at her lovingly. "I gotta text Joel!" She says with pure excitement. I just smile at her, glad to have such and amazing wife like Ellie.

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Sweet Creature

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)

Author’s note: holy shit thank you for your ideas this is my favorite. also i put it in the tags of darlin’ i’d wait for you BUT there is a beautiful easter egg in the baby’s first and middle name and the first person to tell me what it is gets a kiss on the mouth

Summary: “Helping one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.” - Jo March, Little Women aka Ellie rescues you and Joel [1.3k]

Warnings: newborn DRAMA, post-partum anxiety if you squint, Joel being a softie for his daughters

"C'mon, Charlie girl, you've gotta help us out." You mumble as you bounce your crying baby around the room. It's been an hour of her crying nonstop, and you've tried everything. Nursing, changing her diaper, changing her clothes, burping, changing the room's temperature, and playing music. You even went as far as to check her for any injuries that you may have missed. You're not sure what kind of trouble your one-week-old could've gotten into to warrant an injury, but you're exhausted, and it seemed to make sense. 

Joel woke up with her first, as he has done every night since you gave birth, so you had the chance to get some rest. Recovery has been rough for you, and he's already doing so much for you. He and Ellie barely let you get out of bed most days because they want to ensure you take the time to heal. Even though the thought is nice, you wake up and listen when Joel gets up with her every time. It's not that you don't trust him. It's that you're already the world's lightest sleeper, and Joel is deaf in one ear and is rarely aware of just how loud he is. You also don't mind secretly watching as he lays her on his bare chest in the low light of your room, singing to her or explaining what he's doing for her to engage her little brain. He's caught you staring at least twice since she's come home. 

But tonight was different. She woke up crying and was pretty much inconsolable until Joel brought her over to you. She nursed for a minute or two before wrenching away from you and screaming. Since then, you and Joel have been taking turns trying to get her to go back to sleep. It's hard having a newborn with two capable parents. You have no idea how you had a baby as a single mom. 

"D'you wanna try to feed her again?" Joel asks as he stands next to you, disheveled and overwhelmed but trying his best to comfort the both of you. 

"I don't know," you shake your head, your throat starting to feel like sandpaper. You were always the more emotional person in your relationship, but postpartum emotions are nothing compared to your regular ones. "I don't know what's wrong." You cry. Joel touches your back and makes a sympathetic noise as tears fall down your face.

"Let me take her for a little bit so you can sit down, okay?" He suggests as he carefully takes Charlie from you. She chuffs at the transition before going right back to screaming her head off. You sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he holds her like a football and hums what sounds like Hank Williams to her. You'd be surprised if she could even hear him over her own crying, and you take a deep breath, racking your brain for what could be wrong. 

"What are you doing to her?" Ellie asks as she walks into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She's wearing one of Joel's shirts and hand-me-down shorts from Maria, and her hair is as messy as Joel's. If you weren't still crying, you think you'd probably laugh. 

"She's just a little fussy. You can go back to bed." Joel says, but she shakes her head and walks over to where he's standing with Charlie. 

"What's going on, bug? Huh?" She asks, crouching to look at Charlie's tired, sad eyes. She may have your eye shape, but she got those heartbreaking brown eyes from Joel. When she cries like this, they look like the saddest puppy dog eyes in the world. "D'you want me to try?" Ellie asks, and Joel shoots you a look.

You've been very intentional about not putting too much pressure on Ellie to help with the baby. She's sixteen, and she shouldn't have to be burdened with that if she doesn't have to be. You told her she could help as much or as little as she wanted, but she took it upon herself to help more often than not. You just didn't want her to wake up for midnight cry sessions or feel like she had to be put in a parenting position. She's still a kid.

"It's worth a shot," Joel says, and you shrug, way too tired to argue with him. He carefully passes Charlie to Ellie, who cradles her close and pushes her hair out of her face. Joel stays nearby in case she decides to hand the baby off, but he doesn't intrude on their moment.

"Hey, it's alright. You let it all out," Ellie says as she sways. Her fingers muss Charlie's hair, and she's quieting down. Not a lot, but enough to see it as crying instead of blood-curdling screaming. "I've got you, sweet girl." Ellie's hand moves to her chest, gently scratching and rubbing little circles into Charlie's onesie, and like magic, she stops crying. She turns her little head toward Ellie and yawns big and long like we kept her up. You sigh in relief and tip your head up to the ceiling as silence fills the room. Your ears are still ringing, and your body hurts, but it's quiet. 

It would be easy to claim that Charlie calmed down because Ellie's wearing one of Joel's worn shirts or that she just finally hit a wall and fell asleep, but you like to think she was just missing her sister. Joel looks between Ellie and Charlie in disbelief, mumbling "shit" under his breath. "What can I say? She loves me." She shrugs, and you quietly laugh as she walks over to the rocking chair in the corner and curls up with Charlie. She snags the yellow blanket one of the older women in town knitted for you off the back of the chair and drapes it around them. You would think they've known each other for centuries. 

Joel is still standing in the middle of the room, his curls a mess on top of his head, as his sleep-deprived brain tries to piece together what happened. He scratches at his stubbly jaw and shakes his head as he thinks. "You don't have to stay up with her. I can put her back in the crib." Joel offers, and you watch her hold on Charlie get a little tighter.

"It's gonna take me a long time to fall asleep. You guys should get some rest. I've got her," Ellie says, a smile pulling at her lips. "Besides, I like hanging out with her." You would cry again if you had the energy, but you don't. Instead, you crawl back into bed and get comfortable. Joel looks to you for confirmation, always looking for your approval as the mother of his child before making any decisions, but you're already half-asleep again.

"If she's volunteering, I'm not gonna stop her," you mumble into your pillow. "Just don't fall asleep."

"Sir, yes, sir," Ellie says. They may have stayed up talking. You're not sure, but when you wake up, Ellie is between you and Joel in bed, and Charlie is in her crib. She's tucked under the arm Joel is using to hold your waist as he sleeps, and her hand is on his chest. He's snoring lightly as he holds you both, perfectly content to cuddle with his girls in bed. You smile and kiss each of their heads before falling asleep again.

You vaguely remember fearing how the new baby would affect Joel and Ellie's relationship and worrying if Ellie and the baby would get along. You don't know exactly why Charlie was crying last night or why she calmed down so fast once Ellie had her, and you don't need to. 

Sometimes a girl just needs her sister. 

Sometimes a father just needs to baby his sixteen-year-old a little longer.

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[cherrylimecider]

>> college hockey player! ellie williams x reader

Ellie is the all star hockey player winning multiple championships for the University of Washington. She’s cocky a player and incredibly insufferable to you.

You’re the All-Star perfect student, easing every test and assignment in the architecture department at the University of Washington. You’re cocky, perfect and incredibly insufferable to Ellie.

When you encounter your ex-girlfriend at a party, you strike a deal with Ellie Williams to pretend to be your girlfriend for the hockey season. It gets too complicated to keep up with…

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snippet from chapter 1:

The music is still blasting and yet it feels so quiet in here. If anyone knows the extent of what happened between me and Abby, it's Dina. Dina who was there for me when the falling out happened. Dina who came to check up on me everyday and made sure I brushed my teeth, Dina who would send texts to make sure I ate. So, as we stood there in our glaring battle, she quickly grabs my hand and in her motherly tone says, "Whatever is happening here." She gestures. "It's done, let's go, y/n."

"What's the rush, Dina?" I resist. "Everything is perfectly fine." I squeezed her hand in comfort and then let go. I glance back and forth from Dina to Abby. "You and I are still here to have fun and celebrate, and no blonde is going to ruin our night, besides I've moved on to better..."

"You what?" Dina asks, not picking up on any of my bluff and whatever drunken stupidity is going to slip from my mouth. She whispers, "Girl, what are you doing."

"So, who's the unfortunate gal?" Abby says as she is still there leaning against Owen, watching all this about to fall out.

If there's anything about me, I may be the most painfully prideful person in this room (aside from Abby, of course). If lying will get me to the top, then so be it. It doesn't help that I also chose a career that required me to have thick skin and learn to desensitize criticism given to me. Instead of succumbing to Abby like I have for the past year, I just really want to stick it to her for once. Show her that I will always be better, always win, that she was just a chapter that I could close and never think about again. So, everything that I was about to say may have been one of the dumbest decisions I have ever made, but the look on her face made it all worth it for a solid five seconds.

"Oh, you know, just the captain of the lady husky hockey team." I shrug as say with a casual attitude, trying to one-up Abby. 

"Oh my god." Dina mumbles as if finally catching on to whatever drunken nonsense I was doing. In the corner of my eyes, I could see her pinch the bridge of her nose. She must be so proud of me for sticking it to Abby.

"You're dating Ellie Williams?" Abby asks.

She is not proud of me. Dina had not informed me that Ellie was appointed as the new captain, and it was fair because Dina knew Ellie and I could not stand each other as Dina is, separately, both of our best friends. Doesn't help that Dina and I have been to busy to catch up as well.

The only reason I said the captain of the women's hockey team was because I knew Cat was the captain, or so I thought. Cat and I hung out once or twice and I knew she had a small crush on me after Ellie broke up with her. Cat was a pretty Asian girl, covered in pretty tattoos, dark hair that was exactly my type. So, bringing her up would have been easy to cover up, I could have said we are just hooking up and that its nothing serious. Only, I didn't know that Ellie freaking Williams was now the captain of the hockey team.

Ellie Williams, who is very much not into me and if she does date around, it's serious. If there's one thing, I learned from Dina is that Ellie isn't the type to mess around or be a sleeze. She's the type that's dedicated to her craft, her sport. Ellie who I know doesn't like me because I'm "too uptight." It's not like she's the most relaxed person ever either. Sure, she is cool and has a ton of friends, the press loves her look and her happy attitude, but I'm the one who knows that she herself is just as cocky as I am. Inconsistent of her if you ask me.

Last spring, I ran into her while in line to get coffee. I tried to hold a small conversation since it would be awkward if I just ignored her as if we weren't right next to each other in line. It was casual, nothing serious, just the usual "how's life, how's class, how's hockey?" basic questions as a friendly gesture. Ellie had the driest responses as if to get me to stop. That was my final effort to be friendly and right after, I sent a text to Dina about what had happened.

Ellie Williams in a million years would never give me the time of day, not a word, not even a look. And I had just proposed that Ellie Williams is my girl.

Like a deer in the headlights, I just scratch the back of my neck. But I can't just back out now, Abby is standing in front of me, in full understanding of my dislike for Ellie and her own dislike for her. With all the drinks I have had within the last thirty minutes, the only logical response to the situation is to keep going.

Dina is most certainly not proud.

"Of course," I say with confidence.

"Really?" Abby says trying to catch my bluff.

"Yeah, its been a month now."

"Wasn't she just with Cat?"

"That's old news, Abby. Jeez you're just late with everything huh?"

"We are leaving now y/n." Dina grabs my hand and tries to drag me away.

"You know I am on team now, right?" Abby says.

The pit in my stomach has grown into a full Olympic sized swimming pool. I feel my hands and feet go cold. My eyes shift to Dina's and we both think the same thing. She hasn't had the time to tell me anything in a while, so this was news that never got to me. I just dug my grave.

Before getting too lost in my thoughts, I feel a warm and strong hand around my waist accompanied with warm coffee sent. "Hey babe, I was looking for you."

I looked to my right and check to see who it is, only I knew who it was as soon as the voice spoke and the sent reached my nose.

Ellie fucking Williams.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Elbert Greetia Episode 0

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Pale lips, bloodless white cheeks, trembling limbs.

My first impression was that she didn’t look like a person suited for sin.

Elbert: “Al, do I have to go too?”

Alfons: “Yes, seeing how it’s such a lovely evening. Also, there might be something you’ll like at the target’s mansion.”

Elbert: “I see. Okay.”

Victor: “Tonight, let’s pledge our loyalty to our evil deeds again.”

The Crown, an organization directly under Queen Victoria, is composed solely of “cursed” individuals.

From espionage to assassination, we undertake shadowy jobs that the police or the military cannot handle.

I’m a member of that organization, but一

(I don’t really like going on missions.)

Using my ability to “revive the opponent’s saddest memories” and seeing the target suffer with it is like adding to my sins, making it harder to breathe every time.

(But as Alfons says, maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for.)

Something that can atone for my sins. Something worthy of what I’ve taken away.

(The most beautiful thing in this world.)

I gently close my eyes, feeling a dark, murky lump wriggling deep in my chest.

Victor: “By the way, William found a cute Robin in the city today.”

(A robin?)

Robins are not very rare here in the UK. In fact, people love them because they are friendly and familiar.

If he’s specifically saying he “found” it, then it’s likely not about a bird.

Alfons: “When you say Robin, are you referring to someone very lovely?”

Alfons: “Or are you referring to someone who brings water to sinners and gets burned by the flames of hell?”

William: “Well, maybe both.”

William: “According to Victor, she apparently defended a poor girl who had stolen jewelry on the roadside and paid for the stolen items in her place.”

Elbert: “That’s very kind of her.”

Alfons: “But she seems like the type to suffer losses.”

William: “You could also say she has her own sense of right and wrong.”

(To think she’d defend someone who committed a crime...)

(She must be strong and kind.)

Elbert: “If she’s that kind of person, it might be best for us not to get involved with her.”

William: “That might be true.”

With a narrowed gaze and a smile, William seemed to be expecting something contrary to that.

William: “Hm? Aren’t you the little Robin I met earlier today?”

Kate: “Huh? Eh? What?”

As it turned out, the woman referred to as “Robin” appeared before us.

(Is that her...?)

Amidst the deep darkness and the blood-red dance hall, she stood alone, bathed in moonlight and shining brightly.

(I don’t know why, but I can’t take my eyes off her.)

Pale lips, bloodless white cheeks, and trembling limbs.

(She doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would be fit for sin.)

A feeling similar to envy suddenly came to mind.

Liam: “Is she your acquaintance, Will? Does she know about us?”

William: “We just talked a bit in town, Liam. She doesn’t know about the Crown.”

Liam: “I see. Then we’re in trouble. What should we do?”

Harrison: “I apologize for scaring you, but this is just a prop for a stage play.”

Kate: “Y-You’re lying...”

Harrison: “Pretending to believe would’ve been for your own good.”

Harrison: “What do we do about this, Will?”

William: “Of course, we should take her to the palace’s grim reaper.”

Jude: “Tch. I told you to lock the door.”

Roger: “Haha! I didn’t think anyone would trespass. You’re quite the naughty girl, aren’t you, little lady?”

Ellis: “Why don’t you come over here? You can’t escape, anyway.”

The moment she heard the words “can’t escape,” she grimaced.

Her appearance, a mess of fear and confusion, resonated with a younger version of myself.

------------Flashback------------

Maid: “Kyaaah!! Someone! Someone help! Madam is!!!”

---------Flashback Ends---------

The fear and confusion that had overwhelmed me when I peeked through the gap in the door and heard the maid’s scream from my mother’s room resurfaced.

(Poor thing.)

It was awful and heartbreaking.

My mother’s death was undoubtedly my fault. That's why my fear back then was something I deserved to experience.

(But you're different.)

You had no connection to the scene unfolding before us.

(A kind person who even extends a helping hand to a sinner doesn't deserve to experience fear.)

(Why did you even end up in a place like this?)

William: "Let me invite you to tonight's dinner. What's your name, dear guest?"

Under the control of William's ability, she introduced herself as Kate.

I thought it was a sweet name.

As she was being taken to the castle, she had been staring anxiously at the sky the whole time.

Kate: "I'm sorry."

Elbert: "It's fine. Are you alright?"

I held her staggering shoulders, and she looked at me for the first time.

Kate: "I'm okay. Thank you."

Elbert: "Is that so?"

(Still, why am I captivated?)

Is it because I felt sorry for her?

Or is it because I heard that she is a strong and kind person from Will?

An inexplicable urge to gaze at her welled up from the depths of my heart.

(Or maybe...)

Because she's beautiful?

I felt like I heard a deep and heavy whisper from within my heart.

Then, as a result of negotiations between Victor and her, Kate decided to stay in the castle as a "fairy tale writer" for one month.

I asked Alfons if she was beautiful, but he simply denied it.

On sleepless nights, as always, I wander around the garden.

Gazing at the blooming white roses, I looked up at the castle and saw a light in a room that should have been empty until yesterday.

(Is she still awake?)

She probably couldn't sleep through the night either.

(One month, huh?)

(If, by any chance, I have the opportunity to accompany her on a mission, the only thing I can do is close her eyes so that she won't get hurt anymore.)

While I was thinking about such things, her eyes suddenly came back to my mind.

(But if she is what I am looking for...)

I would obtain her, even if I had to hurt this innocent girl.

Conflicting emotions of anxiety, fear, anticipation, and excitement surged and engulfed me.

Elbert: "Are you what I am looking for?"

Elbert: "Kate..."

No answer came back from the dimly lit window, and before I knew it, a freshly picked, pure white rose lay in the palm of my hand.

[germhammy]

“Costume shopping”

Wednesday: I cannot believe Ms Rowling is still trying to change the script after Mr Burton gave me full authority to make my own modifications

Harley: indeed. As I stated at the first reading Hela fits my character much better than Helen. I of course first read the script as Helen and it just didn’t feel right. I almost didn’t take the part because of it. But Mr Burton reached to me. He read your story and immediately wanted me for the role of Hela

Wednesday: -stopping in front of a store that made her uncomfortable- Hawte Kewture. A dystopian hellscape. Enid shops here. Too much lace and color for my tastes. But you might find an appropriate dress for LaLlorona

Enid: Wenny? Are you going to my favorite shop without me?

Harley: -laughing as Wednesday cringed- hehe. Enid! You can help me find stuff to turn Ellie into Pippi Longstocking! Ms Rowling had the costume department dress Ellie as Barbie

Enid: what?

Wednesday: I did actually have Barbie in my original story. Pippi Longstocking makes my ears and eyes bleed.

Enid: it’s a joke. Harley calls Pippa, Pippie

Wednesday: in that case, I approve. You help Harley. I’ll see if I can find a dress for La Llorona

Enid: Pippa let me read her script for episode two. The one Teariki Waipapa is directing? Er.. um. You had better talk to Mr Burton and see if he can get you a copy with the notes he added

Wednesday: is it that bad?

Harley: I haven’t gone over that one yet

Enid: let’s just say Helen dressed as Rainbow Honeysuckle for Halloween is not that bad.

Wednesday’s phone went off. The ringtone , the Exorcist theme. She knew exactly who it was

-Hello, mother. To what do I deserve the torture of a phone call? I do thank you for not FaceTiming so I do not have to look at your beautiful face

-Wednesday? Have you seen the notes Mr Waipapa has made to his director’s script?

-You have seen it? Enid has told me Pippa let her read hers

-Oh! It’s hideous and NOT in a good way. Mr Burton made him share it with me. And the Halloween scene from episode one?

-oh. We are in the process of fixing that as we speak.

-I shall talk to Mr Burton about Mr Waipapa’s notes. Suggest that he be removed. Do I have your approval?

-you and father know me best.

-oh and Grandmama and Granny would like you and the fencing team facing Ilvermorny to gather for a meeting with them

-tell them to come to practice tomorrow. Goodbye mother

-goodbye Wednesday

Enid: I will never get used to the fact that your mother’s ring tone is the theme from The Exorcist. But you must let me take a better pics for your lock screen and wallpaper please?

Wednesday: No. I am quite fond of the photos I took of you

Harley: May I see?

Enid: Wednesday, No! -sighs as Wednesday shares with Harley- not one of my best moments

Harley: wait. -going through her photos- Heh. I snapped this of Pippie. My little cousins were chasing her around the yard. -shows a pic of Pippa running into a tree and -looking for another photo- My little sister took this video of me tripping over our dog and falling into the pool

Enid: At least it’s not falling head first into a trash can

Someone called out to Enid “Yo! Enid”

Ajax: hey. What are you doing here? Like you need another new dress

Enid: -feigning offense- We are actually here trying to fix the awful costumes Ms Rowling had made for Hela aka Helen. And Harley is looking for a new costume for Ellie as a joke

Ajax was suddenly very shy upon seeing Harley

Harley: I don’t bite

Enid: -laughing at Ajax- you were fine at Girls Night

Ajax: I absolutely loved you in Shriek 5 & 6. Are you going to be in 7?

Harley: Thank you. I hope so. But it depends on the script. There were some things I did not like about how they wrote Sara the second time around. And my schedule of course. I go into filming Tequila Sunset almost right after I wrap here

Ajax: Brad

Harley: exactly

Ajax: I wanted her to be one of the banshees!!

Harley: for real, right? -she saw someone walking outside the shop- hide me. Jackson is out there

Enid and Ajax hid Harley from view as Harley noticed her phone ringing

-hello yes. No I haven’t. That was this morning? No I’m not filming today. WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? You’re serious? Oh. My. God. Yes. Thank you

Jackson hearing Harley’s screams walked into the shop. Harley was in tears pacing. Realizing her phone was on silent. So many missed calls and messages

Jackson: hey sweetie? What’s wrong

[wardenparker]

Surprising Reunions, part 2

Joel Miller x Dieter Bravo x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 13.9k Warnings: As always, plenty of cursing. It’s spicy times, everyone! MMF threesome, biting, praise for everybody, hair pulling, oral sex (f and m receiving), exhibitionist/voyeur tones, rough sex, anal play, anal sex, unconventional lubricants, MM sex, virginity mention, begging, fingering, mention of infertility, vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: As the night goes on, things between you, Dieter, and Joel intensify, and the depths of what remains between your husband and his first love becomes clear. Notes: As unexpected a pairing as this story has, I really have to say how much I love them. We started out wanting to write some simple smut and fell deep into a pit of feels -- and I’m very glad that we did.

Read part one here!

From the doorway both men hear you huff in amusement before you appear, clearly having heard the last thing your husband said. “I was going to come see how you’re making out, but it looks like you took over cooking.” Still, you don’t step into the doorway but rather lean in the frame. “I set Ellie up in the bathtub in our suite so she can wash up before dinner. Clean clothes, a little fire to keep the water warm. Enough soap to feel human again. Just what she needed.”

“Thank you.” Joel offers, swallowing slightly with unease now that the two men aren’t alone. It wouldn’t be the first time that Dieter embellished the truth slightly. “I, uh— I have no intention of causing problems.” He offers.

“There’s no problem to cause.” You shake your head at him, glad to see that your husband has cleared the air a little. “Dee has always been capable of loving more than one person. I certainly don’t hold a grudge or anything against you for it, that would be a little dramatic. He’s perfectly capable of loving us both.”

“I— love?” Joel frowns in confusion, looking at Dieter, and then back at you. “Like— still as in right now?”

Dieter looks at you pleadingly, as if you could rewind time thirty seconds and stop speaking much sooner, and you grimace. “Shit…” You murmur, looking between them. “I thought…sorry, baby…”

“I didn’t want to say it and freak you out,” Dieter admits. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand and looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. “But yeah. Like right now. Like…always.”

“I didn’t know.” Joel admits, glad that he’s cleaned his hands and steps over to where his former lover is standing, mortified. “It’s okay. I’ve— I’ve never forgotten you. I always thought it was normal to love your first…everything.” While Joel had kissed another girl first, Dieter had everything else. Every experience was wrapped around him.

“Now you know why I made you my freebie.” Dieter mutters, red-faced but not upset. If he were brave like you or Joel, he would have just come right out and said it.

“I don’t mind that at all.” Joel admits, glancing over at you again. “How do you feel about it now that you’ve met me?”

“I think he downplayed the sexy, gruff, and strong thing a little.” Leaving your doorway, you step into the kitchen to come stand with Joel and Dieter. “I’m not expecting you and Ellie to move in and build a perfect little family with us or something, but I’m glad to see that you still care about him after so long.”

“I do care about him.” Joel can admit that easily. “I’ll always care about him.” He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms. “Enough to suggest that if you want to leave, you can come with us and find a settlement.”

You were never going to bring it up. It wasn’t going to be a topic of conversation or even something you wanted to think on while Joel and Ellie were at the hotel. But the fact is that the time may not be too far away when staying here is no longer viable. “We’ve been doing our best for so long. Leaving here is actually a fairly daunting idea.” Daunting. Terrifying. But you know that if Dieter looked you in the eyes and said he wanted to stick with Joel, you would pack up and follow.

“I understand that.” Joel does, especially since you’ve been here for twenty years. This is your home. “I get that. And if you want to stay here, I can – I can make sure that I find a place that would accept you and come back.”

“I’m not saying we wouldn’t leave.” You’ve talked about it, of course. If you and Dieter do anything, it’s talk through things — and fuck. But that’s not important right now. “I’m just saying it would be a longer conversation than the three of us standing around the kitchen.”

“Absolutely.” Joel agrees quickly. “And it’s a conversation you should have. The road isn’t easy. I won’t sugar coat it, it’s hell. And dangerous.”

“Tonight could just be a chance to relax?” Dieter offers, looking up from the pan of potatoes that he’s just put on the stove. “Maybe you guys could…get to know each other?” The tone in his voice is hopeful. After all, you’re the two most important people to him in the world.

“That’s up to your wife.” Joel murmurs, staring at you intensely. “Do you want to get to know me?” He asks, voice dropping down a few octaves unconsciously.

“Sounds like you want to get to know me.” You shoot him a smirk before looking over at Dieter. He wants this, you know he does, and it’s not as though you’re not attracted to Joel. Being married doesn’t make you blind. When your eyes track back to Joel, he’s still watching you with intensity. An intensity that makes you shiver with anticipation. “Kiss me.”

Joel’s eyes flicker over to Dieter and he can see the way the man is practically vibrating with excitement and anticipation. Looking back at you before he pushes off the counter and slowly approaches you, watching you for any sign of reluctance as he closes the gap between you.

Brave is a word that Dieter uses to describe you a lot. You’re never quite sure if you agree with him, but right now you would go with curious before anything else. Joel means so much to Dee that you really have wondered what - if any - relationship you would have had with the man. Now that you’re about to find out, it’s making your heart beat faster than you expected.

Joel reaches out and takes your hip with his hand to tug you closer to him. “Hopefully I don’t disappoint you.” He hums, wishing he had cleaned up before, but it’s just a kiss. He’ll clean up before anything else happens.

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say that you’re not worried, but the closer he gets the more any words at all stick in your throat. His hands on your hip and yours on his shoulder are the connecting points that pull you into each other and a mere second or two later your eyes have slipped shut as you press your lips to his.

The first kiss is always a good indicator of how compatible Joel will be with someone. The feeling is smooth, easy, the way that you open for him. Making him groan at the softness with a hint of neediness.

He’s the same height as Dieter but feels broader somehow, more like he’s going to swallow you up if he puts his arms around you just right. Firm and yielding all at once, Joel seems to lean into the moment once it starts and you tilt your head back a little more to let him explore. You know that Dieter’s dual voyeur and exhibitionist tendencies are enjoying the hell out of this, and you have to admit – the way your pussy bottomed out at the first moan from his throat is a very good sign.

It’s been a long goddamn time since he’s done anything like this. Anything that feels almost taboo, which is hard when you’ve lived twenty years past the end of the world. He doesn’t rush, but he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth to taste you just as thoroughly as he had Dieter earlier. Comparing the flavors of the two of you in his mind.

He’s more assertive than Dieter is, exploring rather than coaxing, and reeling you into him with purpose. There’s want there, and it draws a moan from the back of your throat that you can just imagine Dieter is already desperate to hear again.

Joel’s hands are always eager to touch. Sometimes in anger or fury, sometimes in comfort - though that is rare - but now, he wants to just touch you. To fill his hands with your flesh and explore the dips and swells of your curves. He presses further into your space, nearly crushing you to him as his hands start to wander, and you wind yours around his shoulders. There’s something simmering here, something new and gorgeous and dangerously like a spark.

Another small groan, another sharp inhale. Joel cracks an eye open to find Dieter inching closer, practically salivating. He breaks off the kiss and hums. “Remember how we said we would share a woman one day?” Joel asks. “Think she wants to be shared?”

“She loves to be shared.” Dieter nearly chokes on the words, reaching for both you and Joel and digging his fingers into each of you equally. “It’s how we slept together the first time.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it.” Joel groans. “Although, I want to fuck you again, pretty boy.”

“You’re the only one who gets to call me that without getting a dirty look.” Dee has leaned in fully and looks about ready to devour both of you.

“Well…” you smirk. “You are giving him a dirty look. Just dirty-sexy instead of dirty-upset.”

“So we eat, I clean up, and once the kid passes out…” Joel smirks. “I want your wife to sit her pretty pussy on my face while you suck my cock.” He tells Dieter with a wink.

Dieter groans, crushing his lips to Joel’s momentarily before turning and doing the same to you. His approval of the idea is obvious to both of you, and you don’t hesitate to cup his growing hard on over his pants just to feel the way his hips jerk forward in your hand. Joel chuckles quietly, amused that Dieter is still so eager, even at his age. Sex might have been his first addiction if he were to sit down and think about it. "Then you can tell me what you've been imagining all these years."

“So much.” The gravel in Dieter’s voice is like a promise to you. You’re so familiar with it and how exhausted you’ll be once he’s satiated when that voice happens, that you know you have to step back right now or you’ll get too eager.

“Come on, boys,” you have a hand on each of them. “We have a meal to cook. Otherwise we won’t have the energy for all of Dee’s fantasies.”

“He’s always had a good imagination.” Joel chuckles and takes a step back himself.

“Always.” To that you can absolutely agree.

“Something you both love about me,” Dieter points out, and goes to sit at the counter again to let himself calm down. Having a hard on when the kid comes downstairs wouldn’t be good.

“So fish and potatoes?” Joel asks, needing to concentrate on something else himself. “It sounds good.”

Onions and mushrooms are also produced, and eventually the fish bones are simmering in water to make a stock with some spices and what is cooking on the stove when Ellie re-emerges is a decent smelling fish stew. There’s nothing exotic about it but it’s hearty food, and the three of you seemed to have calmed down measurably - now amiably chatting about favorite books when the teen comes through the doorway.

“What’s going on?” She demands, eyeing everyone. Joel is never this happy and he’s smirking. “Did everyone kiss or something?” She needles playfully. “Waiting for me to go to sleep?”

“The boys are having fun reminiscing.” You tell her, glossing past the question. “Do the clothes fit okay?”

“They’re good.” Ellie shrugs but she looks down at the T-shirt she’s wearing. “What’s Linkin Park?” She demands, not placing the phrase.

Joel snorts when he looks up and you bite your lip in amusement. “They were a band,” you tell her. It’s a good opportunity to steer things away from intimate conversation. “What kind of music do you like?”

Ellie shrugs. “Haven’t heard a lot of music. The shit FEDRA made us listen to in school sucked.” She rolls her eyes.

“I’ll teach you how to use the gramophone while you’re here.” The old machine had been stored up in the attic untouched and undiscovered for years. When you had finally gone digging up there out of sheer desperation for something new it was an amazing discovery. “One of the people staying here was a record collector, so there’s lots of things to listen to. Although…no Linkin Park. Mostly older stuff.”

“So they played…rock music?” Ellie’s brows shoot up in interest. “Cool.”

“Why do I feel like you would have a metalhead on your hands if she could?” The smile you flash Joel is measurably softer than when you had looked at him earlier and you hope Ellie doesn’t poke. She’s an observant kid.

“Could you imagine this kid at a concert?” He asks, shaking his head in amusement.

“Mosh pit.” Dieter nearly cackles. “I can see this kid in a mosh pit.”

“She would be throwing elbows for sure.” Joel grunts.

“What’s a mosh pit?” Ellie frowns at being talked about in front of her face. “And why am I throwing my elbows at people?”

Dieter and Joel chuckle together and Dieter decides to answer this one. “Everyone gets into a big group and the dancing gets violent as they listen to heavy metal. Bouncing up and down, crowd surfing, head banging.”

“Beating people up to music?” Ellie makes a huh sound of consideration and shrugs. “Sounds like you guys all needed better hobbies. But I bet the music was good.”

“Wasn’t my style, but it had its moments.” Joel tells her fondly. “Especially if you were in a bad mood.”

“Probably better than the old man music you played in Bill’s truck.” She hops up on her stool from earlier and retrieves the water glass she hadn’t quite finished. “Old dudes with guitars singing about horses and stuff.” Ellie explains to you. “Boring.”

Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, amazed that teenagers never seem to change no matter what. “Yeah, you could have kept reading the magazine.” Joel snorts.

“Blegh.” She pulls a face, looking around the room and realizing that she is the only one present who had no interest in naked men whatsoever. “So…food smells good.”

Joel can’t help but chuckle at the horrified expression before she changes the subject. “It does.” He murmurs. “And you look clean, for the first time in a long time. Maybe even can sleep in a real bed tonight.”

“Absolutely. She’ll have her own room, not just her own bed.” Something that is all the more helpful, you think, considering the debauched shit you’ll be doing down the hall…

Ellie snorts and sends you a look that clearly says she knows what you are up to. “Hopefully far away from you guys.”

“Hey, look at that, Ellie volunteered to set the table for us.” You laugh when she groans and direct her to the stack of glasses, silverware, and bowls that you amassed while not talking to - or making out with - the guys.

“Who sets tables?” Ellie huffs under her breath, aware of what it is. As she has mentioned to Joel several times, books are still a thing. “Why? Everyone’s just grabbing food anyway.”

“Sometimes it’s nice to do things the old-fashioned way.” You scoop up the stack of low bowls and sweep her out the door at your side. You’ll do it with her, then. That’s fine. It’s just nice to pretend things are a little closer to the way they used to be tonight.

“You’re gonna show me how to do it?” Ellie asks, grabbing the other things and hurrying after you. Most adults barked orders or acted like she should just know. Joel didn’t, unless it was yelling at her about being safe.

“The hotel used to do it a fancy way, but I can show you how my mom taught me at home.” She’s a sweet kid, and in general you always liked kids. It’s just a damn shame that they can’t have childhoods for the most part anymore. Everyone has to grow up right away in the world the way it is now.

“That’s cool.” Ellie relaxes slightly, frowning as she watches you fold the cloth napkins. “You— in the kitchen, you said something.” She ventures after a moment. Looking down at her own napkin to fold it like she had just watched you do it. “You said everyone in that room was – you know…queer?”

“Yeah.” It was true, no use beating around the bush about it. “Do people not use that word anymore? It’s been a long time since I talked to anybody about it but my husband, so I’m sorry if it’s offensive.”

“No, they use it.” Ellie reassures you. “I just— you’re married to Dieter. Does that mean you— you’ve been with women too?” She’s hesitant to ask, but she’s gotta know. It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have a dick about things like this.

“Ah.” Sitting down in one of the chairs at the round table you’re setting together, you turn to give Ellie your full attention. “Yes. That’s exactly what I meant. Did you…want to talk about something? Or ask me something?” You remember your own sexual awakening and coming out as painstaking and awkward at the best of times. You can only guess what kind of hell she’s had to go through.

“Not now.” Ellie glances back at the kitchen doors as if Joel and Dieter will come rushing through. “Just— uh, maybe sometime before we leave? If that’s okay?”

“Absolutely.” Without hesitation, you give her shoulder a squeeze and go back to folding napkins like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “How about tomorrow we go for a walk and we can talk about whatever you want?”

“That would be cool.” Ellie brightens considerably and shoots you a grin. “Really fucking cool.”

It only takes the two of you a few more minutes to get things set up and then Joel brings the pot out from the kitchen with Dieter trailing behind carrying a ladle and pitcher of water like the master of ceremonies. “Dinner is served!” He announces with glee.

It’s been a long time since they’ve had a hot, fresh meal and Joel is grateful for it. Smirking as the kid immediately plops down in a chair and eyes the pot hungrily. “Thank you.” He offers. “For sharing with us.” You didn’t have to, despite the history between him and Dieter and he is grateful.

“Friends are few and far between these days.” Dieter shrugs his shoulders as he starts to portion out the stew. “It’s nice to share with people we care about.”

All of you know that it’s still generous but Joel just nods and sits down beside Ellie. “We’re gonna stay for a couple of days.” He tells her. “Rest up.”

“We’re gonna go for a walk tomorrow.” Ellie reports cheerfully, pointing at you with her thumb before she digs into her dinner.

“Just around the grounds.” The last thing you want is for Joel to worry. Despite his insistence that the girl is only a responsibility, he clearly does worry about her. “We won’t wander. I promise.”

Joel hesitates for a moment, watching you and finding that you have every intention of being safe. He nods. “That’ll be good.” He offers, taking the water pitcher from Dieter. “Sure, you can talk about things we don’t understand.”

“There’s plenty we don’t understand.” Dieter snickers. “They’ll have tons to talk about.”

“Never said I was a genius.” Joel grumbles, aware of how many things he doesn’t know.

******

As simple as the meal is, it’s satisfying and delicious. Ellie wants to listen to music after eating so you show her the gramophone and records while Joel and Dieter clean up, and two hours after sitting down to eat the four of you are climbing the stairs to the habitable suites on the fourth floor. It’s worth the climb for the promise of soft beds and warm fires, and Ellie happily retreats to her own set of rooms to light a fire and sift through some books that she pulled out of the mail-slots-turned-bookcases in the lobby.

Even if it’s lukewarm water from buckets in the kitchen, Joel groans at the feeling of scrubbing soap into his skin. Closing his eyes and sighing as he lathers up his entire body to sluice off after doing so, the kitchen drain working as a shower for this hasty bath.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous, but Dieter flits around the room like an anxious new bride. He’s made the bed, cleaned up his bedside table, and washed his face all while yammering endlessly to himself. “Hey.” You stop him when he passes by you at the fireplace the fourth time. “We don’t have to do this, ya know. If it’s too much, I mean. We can just sit and talk tonight.”

“I’m nervous.” Dieter admits, sighing like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “It’s Joel and I just— I want it to be what I remember. What I’ve wanted every time I was with another man.”

“It’s not going to be exactly the same, baby.” This is one of many times that you’re grateful Dieter has never had trouble opening up to you. Twenty minutes into your relationship or twenty years, he had always been honest. “You’ve both grown up a lot. But that means you can have new experiences with him now, and that is its own kind of wonderful.”

“I know.” Dieter bites his lip. “I just – he knows how I feel and it’s just – I never thought I would actually get to have the two people I love together.” He confesses.

“It’s not like we could just call him up and invite him over.” The world as it is has made a lot of dreams obsolete or impossible, so you can understand that Dieter had just put this thought aside entirely. “But I love you so much, baby. And I’m going to do whatever I can to help make tonight good for you, okay?”

“I want it to be good for you too.” In a perfect world, he would have you and Joel curled around him every night. Making him the middle of a very sexy sandwich.

“I’m not worried about that.” You always enjoy yourself in bed with Dieter. It’s a given fact of your relationship, as well as any time you’ve had someone else in your bed. “I think we’ll all have a good time, but the key is to relax, baby.”

“Too bad he didn’t have any of that hydro with him.” Dieter pouts, hating that there’s none of his supply on him. It would have been fun to get high with the two of you tonight.

"Do you want to grab a bottle of moonshine, Dee?" There's some of it on the bar in the front room of the suite, and social lubricant - so to speak - might not be the worst idea in the world.

“I’ll go grab it.” Dieter lights up at the idea and rushes to kiss your cheek before fleeing the suite to rush downstairs to grab the bottle. You watch him go with a soft shake of your head, wondering if he remembers that there are some in the front room or if he'll go all the way downstairs to the hotel bar and end up bringing Joel upstairs with him in the process.

Dieter bypasses the front bar and bounds down the stairs with an eagerness that defies the aging joints of a man over fifty years old. Wanting to have a few sips of moonshine and relax with you and Joel, let things come naturally so everyone has a good time. He needs this to be good because he feels complete in a way he hasn't in a long time.

“It’s me!” He calls as he passes the kitchen where Joel has been washing up and changing his clothes. “Getting booze!”

“I’m done.” Joel is probably more relaxed than he’s been in a long time. A pair of sweats and a t-shirt, probably Dieter's, is all that he is wearing and it’s almost cozy in its lazy appeal. The building is secure and it’s almost like he’s on a vacation.

“Everything fit okay?” They’ve always been roughly the same size, but Dieter is still nervous when he pops his head around the corner to look in on Joel.

“Yeah.” Joel chuckles. “You like baggier clothes at the end of the world. But at least everything breathes.”

“I liked baggier clothes before the end of the world.” Dieter grumbles. “Damn stylist is the one who had me in the other shit.”

“You looked good in it.” Joel hadn’t obsessed like some might have, but if he saw Dieter on a magazine cover, he picked it up and thumbed through it. Mainly while waiting to buy his and Sarah’s groceries.

“You old softie.” The grin on Dieter’s face is unrepentant. Going for humor instead of sentiment has always been his best armor. “You looked at the glamour shots?”

“Hard to miss them when your ass was plastered all over the place.” Joel grumbles, even though he’s smirking at his lover fondly. “You always were an attention whore.”

“Again, I went to Hollywood.” The exasperated hand that Dieter waves is just for show, he can’t help but smile at Joel. “I don’t know why anybody thinks I’m not super fucking aware of myself.”

“Because you act like you don’t care.” Joel murmurs softly, always able to see Dieter for who he is. “You act like your life depends on it.”

“Only one other person can do that, ya know.” He huffs and waves for Joel to follow him out of the kitchen. “I came down to get a bottle from the bar. Let’s go upstairs.”

“Lead the way.” Joel grins at the way Dieter blushes and seems almost demure as they make their way towards the stairs.

“There’s…” he swallows, working to cover his nerves, and studiously watches his steps so he doesn’t trip going up the stairwell. “There’s no pressure.” Dieter murmurs. Despite what he wants more than anything, no one is going to enjoy themselves at all if they feel forced.

Joel’s chuckle can only be described as dirty as it echoes in the stairwell. “I might be old, but there’s still plenty of pressure.” He teases, reaching out and touching the small of Dieter’s back. “But only the kind that will go away once we are all exhausted and sticky.”

That image earns him a low groan from Dieter, who speeds up his steps measurably to get upstairs that much faster. “Get up here,” he grunts when Joel lags behind.

Joel chuckles and there’s still a smirk on his face as he reaches the landing for the fourth floor. “Old, remember?”

"You're barely older than me." Dieter tangles his hand in Joel's with a grin, tugging him along the hallway to lead him to the correct suite.

“Yeah, but I feel older.” Joel grunts, grinning at how eager he is to get to the room.

“There you two are.” Sitting by the fireplace with a book, you look up when the suite door bursts open, admitting the men you’ve been waiting for. “Did the stairs get the best of you? Having what is essentially a fourth-floor walk-up is kind of a bitch sometimes.”

“Not as bad as forty-fucking-three floors in Kansas City.” Joel snorts. “Kid called me a lazy ass and I was just trying not to die.”

“Forty-three?!” Both you and Dieter shudder at the thought. “My knees hurt just thinking about it.”

“So….” Joel looks around the suite, surprisingly tidy for Dieter and nods. “You’ve set yourself up well here, I’m impressed.”

“It took a long time. And the people who were here with us at first helped a lot.” Your book goes back to the little table that you keep beside your chair at the fireplace and you stand up, stretching along the way. “Ellie’s all set up down the hall. She’s got plenty of firewood for the night.”

“Good.” Dieter looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, or tear someone’s clothes off. So Joel decides to act, taking the bottle of moonshine from him and pulling the cork out of it. “Any good, Black?” He asks before he puts the bottle to his lips.

Dieter is about to say that it could be a lot smoother when Joel nearly chokes coughing on his first taste and all three of you burst out laughing, breaking the tension completely. "This batch was made with some crab apples," he explains when Joel looks at him like he's just been poisoned. "It's not exactly applejack, but you get used to it."

“Jesus.” Joel chokes out, slapping his chest and wheezing slightly. “That’ll wake your ass up.” The burn of it slides down his throat and warms his belly.

"It's a sipping drink, as they say." Dieter jokes, affecting a snobby tone.

"No, baby." You take the bottle from Joel and knock back a swig. "This is a shooting drink."

Joel takes the bottle back and takes another swig, handling it better this time because he’s expecting it. “Your turn.” He grunts, handing the bottle back to Dieter.

It’s not a competition but Dieter still manages the burn far better than either you or Joel, putting away a few solid swigs before handing the bottle off again. “Feels exactly like high school again when you start the night off with cheap, strong booze,” he jokes.

“We did drink a lot of that shit.” Didn’t hurt that his parents could never remember what they had drank and what they hadn’t so the liquor cabinet had been replenished when they were actually home.

“Sounds like you two had a far more interesting time as teenagers than I did.” You take a long drink from the bottle and pass it back to Dieter. “All I remember is pop quizzes and dances I never had dates for.”

Joel snorts. “I was a jock.” He reminds you. “Baseball. And for some reason, people liked me.”

“People still like you,” you remind him gently.

Dieter huffs. “He’s always been like this. No way he’s about to start believing it now if he didn’t then.”

Joel snorts and shakes his head. “You’re one to talk, Dee.” He huffs. “Now, are you going to kiss me, or do I need to kiss your wife?”

“I thought about it.” As if he could think of absolutely any-fucking-thing else, and he rubs his hands together eagerly. “You two should get better acquainted. I already know I want to fuck both of you.”

Joel chuckles and turns towards you. “What about you, honey?” He asks, voice dipping low as he looks at you, “Would you kiss me?”

“Is that your seduction voice?” The theory itself just amuses you, since he does not have to try that hard. “Come here, Joel.”

Joel frowns slightly, unsure of what you mean and comes closer just like you asked him to. It’s endearing, how literally he takes the direction, and you reach for his hand to pull him in closer to you. This time it’s your fingers digging into flesh and you closing the distance between the two of you slot your lips to his.

There’s been one person that Joel has kissed in twenty years besides the two of you today. He groans, letting you take control and guide the kiss where you want to take it. Wanting to see what had enthralled Dieter. To see if their taste in women ran parallel.

It's not necessarily that you're so confident tonight, but your curiosity is overwhelming. This is the man who has held a piece of Dieter's heart for more than thirty years, and now that you've met him you find that jealousy doesn't enter the equation. You and Joel are vastly different people with just a few key similarities, and there are also vast differences between Joel and Dieter. But still, somehow, you find just enough parallels for him to draw you in. The soft panting coming from Dieter's direction as you start to lick into Joel's mouth as you deepen the kiss doesn't hurt, either.

There had been so many times while they were young, horny teenagers, that they had imagined something like this. Thinking that it was impossible but dreaming of finding a woman who didn’t mind their attraction to men as well as her. It seems like a culmination of those far-flung fantasies and if he just gets tonight, or maybe a few days, Joel wants to make the most of it.

The first sound from you is a low moan, and it vibrates through you like the heat of the fire – going so deep that it gets right down to your bones and wraps around you along with Joel's arms. He tastes like remnants of dinner and the sharp zing of homemade liquor, but there is a quality to Joel that is entirely his own that is nothing like Dieter's essence. Joel is musky and deep and overtly masculine in a way that is surprisingly enthralling.

Joel hears the low whine that comes from Dieter, making him open his eyes and peer over at him. There’s a hunger, a desire burning in his lover’s eyes. The two people in front of him are ones he cares about and wants to see together. Joel’s hand slips under your shirt to span your back and unclip the bra you are wearing.

His hands are absurdly large and warm, and you groan when he pulls you in to work the clasp of your bra. It's an intoxicating feeling - you love being undressed - and in turn you slip your hands under Joel's borrowed t-shirt to slip it over his head. It's a shame you have to break the kiss, but it takes you barely a split second to dive back in again.

There’s a huff off to the side and Joel chuckles into your mouth. If you aren’t careful, Dieter will be standing naked when the two of you break away from each other. Just to hear you moan, he cups your tits and squeezes them.

“Harder.” Dieter instructs, when you moan softly at the extra attention. He knows exactly how to touch you like second nature, and he knows you need more. “She likes it rough.”

“I can do rough.” Joel growls as he pulls away and bites your jawline. His hands grow firmer, fingers twisting the tipped peaks of your breasts harshly.

“Fuck.” There’s nothing delicate about how Joel touches you now, and it’s perfect. You arch into his touch and feel Dieter step around to frame your back: fingers digging into your hips as he grinds his already hard cock into your back with a needy groan.

“Mmmmm.” Joel feels Dieter press close and his hardening cock twitches. “You like that, sweetheart?” He grunts, pinching them again. “Want me to bite them?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, just pulling back to duck his head down and wrap his lips around a nipple.

Dieter strips away your shirt and tosses your bra aside along with it, wanting to watch how eagerly Joel buries his face in your tits while the fire warms all of your skin. Reaching for each of these men with one hand, being sandwiched between them makes you feel positively petite. It doesn’t matter whether you’re large or small compared to other women - between these broad men you might as well be the daintiest women in the world.

Joel does as he’s promised, biting and then soothing. Groaning around your breast when your fingers twist into his hair and you tug gently.

“Fuuuck — that’s it, Joel. Shit.” Whining at how good it feels, your fingers pull a little harder at his hair and reach behind you to pull Dieter closer. He’s nipping at your jawline but you’re aching for a kiss.

Despite the no nonsense, gruff exterior he gives, Joel loves praise. He likes giving a partner, a lover, what they need. He does it again, shifting to kneel down more and switching to the other breast.

Breaking away from your husband, you gasp and moan a little, looking down at the man currently trying to suck your soul out through your nipples. “I think I hit a nerve,” you tease, moaning again at the scrape of his teeth. “Both you boys like praise, huh?”

“Where do you think we got it from?” Dieter gasps, jerking his hips forward and groaning in response to your fingers brushing over his cock. “Joel loved hearing how his cock drove me crazy.”

Joel’s answering groan vibrates through your skin and you whimper at the sensation. “I’ll have to re— oh my god, Joel — remember that.”

Only when each one of your nipples is puffy and perked up as much as they can get, does Joel start to kiss along your chest. Down your navel to dip his tongue into your belly button.

“Lean back, baby,” Dieter encourages, wrapping his arms around your torso to cup your tits in his hands. “Let Joel finish stripping you. Let him see that gorgeous pussy.”

Joel hums, knowing that any pussy that has kept Dieter enchanted for this long has to be magical. That was one of Joel’s hang ups, he had never known if Dieter had been…bored with him. Since he had just kind of stopped communicating after getting to California.

If he can’t smell your dripping pussy by now you’ll be shocked, but you do as Dieter orders and let Joel take over completely. His pace and his appetite will dictate how things go at least for now, because you’ve never found a reason to stop a man from eating your pussy if that’s what he wanted to do.

There's something to be said about leaning in and smelling a woman's cunt. Joel leans in, pressing his nose to your curls and inhaling. Appreciative of the fact that you had access to normal bathing practices and humming as his thumbs slide through the protective layer of hair to find the slick nub of your pleasure to press his tongue to.

Your hips buck slightly and you gasp, making Dieter chuckle darkly behind you. “That’s it, honey,” he rumbles in your ear. Both of his hands might be on you, but your husband has you caged to his chest and fully exposed. “Let Joel play.” Your knees buckle, and you might have just slithered down to the carpet if it weren’t for Dieter holding you up. Joel stares up at you as his tongue makes the first pass, wanting to see your reaction and gauge what you like.

“Goddamn.” The feeling of difference, of newness has you shivering as Joel laps at your folds. It’s been years since anyone besides Dieter touched you and Joel has a completely different air about him than your habitually submissive husband. Dee loves to serve – Joel doesn’t seem to be the same way.

Joel pushes deeper, grabbing a thigh and pulling it up over his shoulder. His knees ache and his back is protesting, but he will stay right here as long as is needed to pull you apart and leave you floating on a cloud of pleasure.

Your quick pants and curses seem to be the right brand of encouragement, because as soon as he has your leg draped over his body, Joel is a man on a nearly unhinged mission. His tongue seems to unfurl so deeply inside you that he might taste your whole being and not just your cunt. He feels the hands on his shoulders and hair, tugging, coaxing and urging him on. Listening to Dieter groan and you moan up above him. Watching the darkness of both of your eyes spurring him on.

The way Dieter had your arms pulled behind your back became moot the second he decided that playing with your tits sounded like more fun than keeping you still, and you rake one hand through Joel's wavy locks to spur him on while reaching for your husband with the other. Dieter's hard cock is pressed against the small of your back like if he tries hard enough he might be able to fuck you there, but it's your hand that he gets wrapped around his pulsing length instead.

It's amazing that he still remembers the exact sound that Dieter makes the moment someone touches him. It's whiny and needy, deeper than it had been at nineteen and more confident, but still the sound rips through Joel and makes him groan into your cunt. Reaching behind you, letting go of one of your ass cheeks so he can slide his hand up Dieter's thigh blindly.

Dieter moans - loudly - at the firm touch of Joel’s callused hand grasping his hip, and frantically tears away his jeans to give both of you full access to touch him anyway you want. You may be tangled up in each other, but that’s no reason not to reach and touch and feel. It’s filthy and decadent, taking Joel back to a time where only pleasure matters. Nothing about survival was even remotely a thought and he loses himself in the sensation.

You’re all one mass of bodies and entangled limbs until Dieter shifts his weight and you nearly topple, turning one of your own moans into an unsteady giggle. “Maybe we should get in bed?” You offer, not wanting anyone to end up with an accidental injury out of a threesome. Plus, none of you are young anymore. Joel’s knees must be killing him.

Oh so reluctantly, Joel pulls his mouth away from your sopping wet cunt, smacking his lips and he rumbles out a small chuckle. “He is always so impatient. Good to know it’s not changed.”

“In some ways I don't think he's changed much from your Dee at all.” As much as you hate to lose the gorgeous feeling of Joel’s talented tongue lapping through your folds, you know you’ll get it back in just a minute. Crossing the room to get in bed isn’t exactly a long journey. But you flash your husband a grin when you take his hand. “Or maybe he’s been our Dee all along?”

Dieter flushes, unable to deny that. Buried deep, relegated to that ‘first love’ rosy view, he’s never stopped wanting this and now it’s here. “Lay the fuck down, I’ve dreamed of sucking your cock again.” Dieter demands, his own cock bobbling heavily as he rushes over to the bed.

“Bossy.” It’s endearing because it shows how much Dieter has wanted this, and you nudge Joel onto the mattress. “Come on handsome. Plenty of room for me to sit on your face while Dee gags himself on your cock.”

It’s a rush, stripping down frantically in anticipation of touch. Nearly trembling and the hard exterior he presents to the world is crumbling under the weight of your want. Finally laying down, he doesn’t know who to reach for, so he grabs both of you, dragging you both up for a kiss.

The messy, needy moment is a clash of tongues and teeth punctuated by muffled moans, and Dieter grasps at Joel's arm to pull him that much closer. He practically crawls on top of his former - current - lover and pulls you in with him. What Dieter still feels for Joel is complicated and deep, and he wants to know if somehow you might have some of that inside you as well. If it could ever grow.

Joel’s fingers sink to Dieter’s hair, his other hand wrapped around the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away. Greedy for you both and unwilling to let either one of you out of his grasp now that he has a taste of you together. Even if lazily making out wasn't one of your favorite things in the world to begin with, it would be with Joel. If his hand had crept its way between your legs instead of rolling your nipples tightly between the pads of his fingers, you might just stay here indefinitely.

One more kiss is all Dieter can take before he is breaking away with a gasp. “Fuck Joel.” He whines. “I need- fuck, just lemme taste you again.” He leans in and bites your shoulder. “His cum always tastes so fucking sweet, like yours.”

“I think I promised he could keep eating my pussy.” You grin, leaning in to kiss your husband before throwing Joel a teasing wink. “I think our lover should be so pleasure-drunk by the end of the night that he forgets his own name. What do you think, baby?”

Dieter groans and nods. “God, baby, I want to ride his cock again. Isn’t it so pretty?”

“Do you want to ride it more than you want to suck it?” Dieter tends to get greedy when he has options and you love the little pout on his lips when you finally pull away from kissing Joel. “It’s a very pretty cock. Maybe you should do both.”

“I’m going to fuck both of you.” Joel promises, groaning at the thought.

“We have plenty of time,” you remind both impatient men, though you don’t protest when Joel reaches for you to pull you up and swing one leg over his face so he can groan into your pussy. “We don’t have to do everything in one night, guys.”

“Greedy.” Joel chuckles, turning his head and nipping your inner thigh. “He’s so fucking greedy.” He licks the skin and turns to nuzzle your curls again, burrowing his nose through the thatch.

“Jesus.” Your legs shake when the tip of his tongue snakes out to flick your clit again, but there is nothing in front of you to hold on to. The best you can do is reach behind you for the headboard to steady yourself, darkened eyes devouring the sight of the man you dedicated your life to groaning as he eagerly swallows Joel’s cock.

Joel’s eyes roll back and all he can do is show your cunt appreciation. Rumbling a moan through you while his hips shift up, eager to greet his lover’s tonsils again. Dieter had always been so eager to show he could push past his gag reflex when he was younger. Making it a race on who would cum first, you or Joel.

The rising volume in the room would be startling if you even gave a shit right now. Joel's fingers are digging into your legs as he pulls you down on his mouth like he's trying to use you to suffocate himself and Dieter is reaching across every mark and scar on Joel's skin like he can soothe them away with enough determination and affection. Joel curves his leg, bringing it up so he can rub his foot along Dieter’s calf, showing him some appreciation for the mind-blowing sensation of his mouth around his cock. It’s been so goddamn long since someone’s blown him with such unbridled enthusiasm.

Every moan from the back of Joel's throat shakes through you. Your own hands knead your breasts and pinch your own nipples for that extra lick of sensation, but it's the watching that you love. Staring unabashedly as Dieter takes every inch that Joel has to offer him over and over and over again with so much eagerness that he actually manages to gag himself a little from the sheer speed that he's bobbing on Joel's cock at.

Joel’s jaw starts to ache, working open and closed as he uses his lips and tongue the best way he knows how. He’s never been much of a talker, but he knows how to use his mouth. Squeezing your hips as his tongue lashes your clit over and over again, he encourages you to grind down on his face. Wanting to feel the weight of you on him, to have him nearly suffocate in you. It’s the only way he hasn’t lost his mind and cum yet. You nearly scream when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the all-encompassing way you shudder and gasp as the white-hot pulse of your orgasm takes over means you’re barely holding yourself up but the bed head holds. The string of incoherent praise from your lips has Dieter smirking, knowing that that reaction of yours can’t ever be faked. You’re lost in yourself as you flood Joel’s mouth with cum and watching it is so incredibly sexy.

Closing his eyes, Joel moans. Aware that the mouth around his cock has slowed down. Holding him in his throat but that's okay with Joel. Needing a moment to cool down so he doesn’t cum too soon. Busy drinking down your release as you writhe beautifully above him.

For Dieter, edging is almost a religious experience, and he knows now that both he and Joel need to cool off a little so you can enjoy yourself the maximum amount. You both love to watch - specifically watch each other - and the way he’s bent over Joel right now feels like worship. This is the closest Dieter ever gets to worship. Worshiping the people he loves.

For his part, Joel doesn’t stop working you through your orgasm until you are shifting away. Your cunt moving away from his mouth as you can’t take anymore and he flops back onto the bed when he can’t chase your lips anymore. “Fuck.”

Dieter grins lazily at the expletive, keeping his hand wrapped around Joel’s shaft even as he looks up between the two of you. “We can if we want to.”

Joel rolls his head to the side and smirks at you. “Why don’t you suck his cock while I eat his ass to get him ready?” He suggested it to you. “See how many pathetic sounds we can pull out of him.”

“All of them,” you predict, knowing your husband well. “All of them, and it’s going to be so worth it.”

Dieter bites his lip, moaning at the thought of having both of you touching him. “You’re still going to fuck me right?” He pouts at Joel.

Smirking, Joel sits up and reaches for him. “Why do you think I’m going to eat your ass? Gotta get you ready.”

“He promised to fuck both of us,” you remind Dieter, stealing a kiss as he crawls up the length of Joel’s broad body. You’re curious now, aching despite having just cum, wondering if Joel is as good with his cock as he is with his tongue.

“Right, right.” Dieter bobbles his head now and straddles Joel’s waist so he can grind down against his length and make him moan. “But you could hurt me?” He offers softly, willing to let Joel do anything to him. He had always been willing to let Joel hurt him, even from the moment he had pushed him into that bathroom.

It’s up to Joel and Dieter, what they do together, but you look between the men almost apologetically. “It’s the one thing I won’t do,” you explain to Joel. Hurting Dieter - even if he enjoys the pain - is completely out of the question for you. You’re just not that kind of lover.

Joel bites his lip, aware that he could but there’s time for that later. “Dee, how long has it been since you’ve gotten fucked?” He demands, wanting to know the truth. Even as his cock twists against Dieter’s skin.

“We have a whole drawer full of toys.” He promises, closing his eyes and shuddering a little at how different a warm cock feels against his skin than a cold toy. “Maybe a week and a half? Two weeks?”

“You know that’s not the same, baby.” Joel resists, but Dieter is pouting down at him just like the first time he begged him to fuck him without any prep. “Get on your back.” He huffs, rolling his eyes at his lover. “Impatient.”

Dieter us grinning like he just won the biggest victory in the world, scrambling to follow orders and not caring at all when you giggle softly under your breath from beside him. He knows he can be greedy in certain - ok, most - aspects of life. And there has been no way to be greedy these last twenty years except sex, so he revels in it.

Rolling his eyes over to you, Joel tilts his head. “Do you at least have lube?” He asks, “a little bit?”

"In a manner of speaking." It's not as though the KY factory is still operational in the apocalypse, but you nod and move to the side table across the bed from you, pulling out a small bottle of oil that you use as lube. The fact that it gets refilled from the remains of the olive oil down in the kitchen is beside the point - it's edible, it's safe, and it works.

“I won’t use much.” Joel promises, knowing how precious something like this is. He could have just used spit, but this is better. Better for lasting longer.

"Use enough." The last thing you want is for something to go wrong because the guys weren't safe.

He takes the bottle and watches as Dieter wraps his fist around his cock. “Fucking hurry.” Dieter moans, squeezing himself and slowly pumping his cock. “You were always too damn slow.”

"So fucking impatient." You chide him, hearing Joel chuckle darkly behind you. Situating yourself to lay alongside your husband, you nip idly at his hip while Joel shifts forward, and lets two fingers slip through your folds while you enjoy the sight of the two of them together. Once they find their rhythm you'll add yourself to the mix, but they deserve the chance to find each other again.

“Pet his pretty face and coo at him.” Joel orders you with a wink. His cock is coated in the oil and just the barest brush of his lubed fingers finds Dieter’s puckered hole before he is moving his hands to grip Dieter’s legs to guide them up on his hips. “Fuck it’s been a long time since I was this goddamn excited to sink into a tight hole.”

Dieter is a writhing, whimpering, pouting mess as he does every single thing Joel needs and impatiently waits to have his needy hole broken into. He opens his arms for you, though, letting you curl up to his side and nip along his jaw and neck while silky sweet phrases like 'good boy' and 'so fucking sexy' reach Joel's ears from your lips. You're laser focused on making sure your husband feels good right now, even if that pleasure comes from someone else.

Taking your hand, Joel guides it to Dieter’s cock right before he slides his knees forward. Grunting slightly with the aches and pains that come with age, he wouldn’t stop right now for anything. Shushing Dieter softly as the other man’s hips try to roll down and can’t as he positions him exactly how he wants and presses the head of his cock against the quivering hole he’s about to breach. “It’s okay, Dee. You’ve been so good; I’m going to make you take every inch.”

******

“Joel, fuck— please!” Dieter whines, knowing the house is empty and that no one will hear him as he squirms underneath his boyfriend. Joel’s larger frame has him caged in on the older boy’s mattress and what had been the rapturous giving of hand jobs while making out was now much more intense. The head of Joel’s cock is nudging at the entrance to Dieter’s ass and he’s so overwhelmed and eager that his eyes are watering as he begs.

“You sure?” For all his gruffness and sarcasm, Joel likes to tease. Especially when it gives him this doe eyed expression currently being offered by the needy mess he calls his boyfriend. “You want me to take your virginity? Break open your tight little ass and fill up another hole with my cum?” He’s aching to, wanting to experience this with Dieter, but he also wants to make sure he really wants it.

“No, I want you to cum in my ear.” Dieter huffs, rolling his eyes and pouting as he tries to grind his hips down again despite Joel holding him steady. “Fuck Joel— yes.” The whining begins all over again when he can’t get any friction from movement. Joel is in control physically, even though Dieter doesn’t realize that he’s actually the one in charge of whether or not this happens at all. “Take it— I’m giving it to you. Need you to—to fuck me. God it’s going to feel so fucking good.”

Joel chuckles, his cock already soaked from the way that Dieter had tried to suck his soul out before he had flipped him onto his back to tease him. Still he spits in his hand and starts to pump his cock with the head pushed against his hole. “Yeah baby? You want me to fuck you?” He coos mockingly as he pushes his hips forward enough to start nudging the head inside his boyfriend’s ass.

“Fuck—I—yes!” Just that little sensation of being barely breached has Dieter panting ragged breaths and saying silent thank yous to the universe for Tommy having a date tonight. Having all the time in the world to let Joel take him apart is like the best gift he could ever ask for.

Chuckling, Joel leans down to slide his tongue into Dieter’s mouth as the head of his cock slips inside and the ring of muscles clench down around the ridge. “Fuck.” Joel pants slightly, holding steady over him.

“Shit.” Dieter practically yelps but it’s buried behind a moan as both of his hands shoot out to grab onto Joel’s arms. “Keep going.” He begs, panting heavily.

His brow wrinkles and he bites his lip as he looks down at Dieter. The urge to just drive his hips forward is nearly overwhelming but he’s soooo tight. “Fuck, fuck, I am.” He groans, sinking another two inches into him and moaning.

The flashes of blinding pleasure and pinching pain combine in Dieter’s body and mind, translating only to wanting more, and the inexorable bond between the two seems immediate. Water pricks at his eyes and his fingers curl into Joel’s arms, whimpers falling from his lips as he rolls his hips down to beg for more.

Joel huffs in amazement, sure that Dieter would have asked him to slow down, to stop, give him a minute. Or even just to pull out. Instead he’s begging for more and all Joel can do is groan and feed him his cock just like he is wanting. Faster than he would want but apparently not fast enough for his boyfriend having his cherry popped.

He only pauses when Dieter yelps slightly, responding to a jolt of Joel’s hips with a sheepish grin. “Hurts so good,” he admits, eyelids already fluttering at the mix of sensations and how they’re making his impossibly hard cock throb and drip precum onto his stomach. He half wonders if he could get off just from Joel fucking him - no hand or mouth involved at all.

“Jesus.” Joel hisses watching as Dieter’s hands fist the sheets of his bed and he decides that if he’s not saying stop, he’s going to keep going. “Gonn— gonna— fuck.” His control slips and instead of the slow roll of his hips, he snaps them forward and buries himself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Dieter’s hips lift off the bed and his back arches, legs splayed haphazardly over Joel’s arms like they mean nothing at all. “Fuck, fuck, holy shit baby.” A torrent of incoherent praise threatens to bubble to the surface but all Dieter can manage is a few disjointed phrases as his body sings with pleasure.

He would think that Dee is writhing in pain but he knows when his boyfriend is nearly about to cum. Holding his hips down as he hunches over him, grinding his cock even deeper. “You like that, baby? You like my cock deep inside you?” His voice breaks, threatens to give out as he clenches his teeth when Dieter squeezes him in response.

“I can’t wait to do this to you.” Dieter breathes out, whining and letting out a shuddering gasp when Joel pushes deeper. “Fuck, baby, it’s amazing.”

Joel groans, his cock twitching inside Dee as he imagines it. The most he’s done is have a finger up there. Unless you count the time Dieter licked his asshole. He had nearly come up off the bed.

The way Joel twitches inside him makes Dieter moan louder, and a spurt of hot, sticky precum leaks from the tip of the purple cock. “Do it, Joel,” he whines, eyes open and teary, begging his boyfriend to move. “Fuck me.”

He can’t do anything but exactly that. Groaning as he pulls his hips back, his thrusts are stilted, unmeasured as he fumbles his way through pushing back inside and adjusting his knees to not collapse on top of Dieter. “Fuck.” Awkward and inelegant, the few minutes that this dance between them lasts are worth every second of the experience. Time bends itself around them, making five minutes last five hours, and the rainstorm outside absorbs both boys’ sounds of ecstasy as they climb quickly closer to their peak.

Now he’s got Dieter’s legs on his shoulders, on his knees as he pumps his hips forward, moaning every time he fills him again. “Fuck— fuck, shit I’m gonna cum.” Joel grunts out, surprised he’s lasted this long. It’s only because Dieter blew him earlier otherwise he would be done for. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Fullness is now a sensation that Dieter is intimately familiar with, but he never could have imagined what feeling Joel cum inside him would be like. How that would be the thing to trigger his own orgasm, splattering his stomach and chest with his own sticky release.

Joel groans, watching Dieter’s eyes roll back and his cock twitch between them. Jerking up and spurting cum all over his chest. It’s so fucking hot that he just came all over himself, while Joel’s cock continues to pulse deep inside him. “Fuck, fuck is it that good? It made you cum, baby?” He reaches out and wraps his hand around Dieter’s cock, pumping him through his release.

“Holy fucking shit.” When Dieter’s slack jaw moves again, he swallows a gulp of air and looks up at his boyfriend with adoration swimming in his eyes. He won’t say what he’s been thinking for weeks now, but it’s loud and clear in his heart and his mind. “That’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

******

You are the center of attention, muffled praises coming from Dieter as he bites and sucks at your breast. Leg tossed over Joel’s hip as he licks into your mouth, the slow pump of three thick fingers curl up into you again as he pulls back. “You’re doing so good for us sweetheart.” He coos. “You liked watching us, didn’t you? You’re so fucking wet. Slick from watching me fuck your Dee.”

Agreement comes on a moan, the nodding of your head somehow in tone with the thrusting of his fingers inside you. Joel has broad hands and thick fingers and it’s magical.

“It’s good baby, wish you could feel how tight he gets, his little hole squeezin’ me, kinda like your cunt right now.” Joel doesn’t talk a lot, but it doesn’t mean he can’t. Especially when he’s figured out you like the sound of his voice, rougher and lower than Dieter’s baritone. “Can’t wait to feel this around my cock.”

It's debatable if Joel clocked your voice kink early or if Dieter told him, but either way you've long since melted into the bed with the steady sound of filthy words in what's left of that silky Texas drawl. "What are you – fuck – waiting for?" You can feel his cock twitching against your hip and it's like a metronome for the throbbing in your pussy.

He chuckles, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue through when you so willingly part them so he can flick his tongue against yours. "Your husband drained me." He reminds you huskily. "Fuck, if it was thirty years ago, I would already be deep inside you. Maybe even twenty years. Now I need a minute to recover." His fingers are sucked deeper by the grasping clutch of your cunt and his soft cock twitches.

Decades with Dee have made you acutely aware of what happens to aging men’s refractory periods, and the fact that your ability to cum and cum until you just collapse from exhaustion is very different from how their bodies work. “If you need to rest…” Pulling back from him is all about having an honest moment, even if his fingers are still inside you. “You can always wake me up creatively.”

Shaking his head, Joel smirks at you and leans down, biting your bottom lip. "Baby, I'm not sleeping until I've filled both of you up." He promises. "Want to see both of you leaking my cum." You've informed him after he fucked Dieter that pregnancy isn't possible, owing to issues before the end of 'modern' medicine, and he knows you aren't trying to trick him on that.

“Just trying to play nice,” you offer, catching his lip and giving it a nip in return before leaning over to your other side to press a kiss to the top of Dieter’s head. “I know someone loves to watch just as much as I do.”

Dieter pops off your breast with a blissed out smile. "It's— baby you're so beautiful when you're getting fucked, and I've dreamed of watching Joel fuck my girl." It's always been in the back of his mind when he was with any woman but especially the love of his life.

“I think somebody missed his man.” The affectionate chuckle from you is really for both men, even as you lean down to kiss your husband’s lips. The connection between them is so strong that getting to share a sweet moment amongst the intensity is a privilege.

Dieter huffs and blushes but he doesn't deny that. He did miss Joel. Joel was the first person to ever make him feel safe, to feel loved and wanted. Even if he had never spoken the words to him, Dieter had felt like he was worthy of living because Joel Miller cared about him. There had been a lot of times before Joel where he hadn't wanted to go on, and now - even in this harsh, post-apocalyptic landscape - Joel still brings that sense of safety to him.

"It's okay." Seeing the blush on Dieter's cheeks, you press another kiss to his lips and cup his cheek with your hand gently. "I get it now." It's a touching moment, but Joel can't help but curl his fingers and press them against that spongy spot he discovered makes your toes curl. "Shit, Joel!" That little motion pulls your back and hips right up off the bed and you gasp out his name, giggling to yourself about the way it takes you right out of the moment. Dieter does that stuff too from time to time – breaking the tension with physicality. Now you wonder who got it from whom when they were teens.

The man to blame chuckles and leans over to lap at your other breast. "You weren't paying attention." He hums playfully before he bites down gently.

"Telling Dee that I understand why he's still in love with you after thirty years isn't paying attention?" The hand you have on Joel's back curls around his shoulder now and holds him close to you. "My apologies."

Joel huffs at you, completely unaware of why he would still be in love with him. Rolling his eyes up at you and licking your nipple again. "Hush, I want you to cum."

“So demanding.” You tease, huffing at him in turn. But your rotating hips have been listening the whole time, moving with his hand to meet every thrust of his fingers.

“You want me to get hard again or not?” Joel asks, smirking down at you. “You wanna ride me, or have me fuck you into this bed like I did Dee?”

“You’ve already worked hard tonight, handsome.” The arm you had around him snakes back to you, slipping down between you to wrap your hand around his cock in encouragement. Feeling a cock grow hard in your grasp is always well worth it. “Let me ride you.”

“Fuck.” Joel groans, rocking his hips towards your hand as he pumps his fingers faster. “Fuck yes.”

Your amused chuckle washes away on a deep groan as Joel stretches his fingers out a little more inside you and hits just the right angle, making your legs quiver right before your pussy clamps down around all three digits inside it.

“That’s it, that’s it sweetheart.” He groans, loving the heat that washes over his fingers. Feeling your body start to shake with another orgasm. “Cum for me.”

Dieter’s expression of adoration doesn’t waver, watching you come apart for Joel. It takes over his whole face, shining in his eyes while he looks at the two of you. It’s the dream scenario, for him anyway, even if he’s watching you cum for Joel in a hotel bed after the collapse of civilization instead of in your mansion in Sherman Oaks.

Joel always enjoys the ride when he makes a partner cum. Kissing your jaw and your lips while you moan softly, cunt fluttering around his fingers until he senses that it’s time to stop moving them and let you catch your breath. “Beautiful.”

“On your back.” As soon as you’ve caught your breath you’re on the move, shifting so that Joel can get comfortable in the middle of the bed.

Joel rolls over as ordered and his hand finds Dieter’s thigh, finding his gaze on him and silently asking permission one last time.

"Don't be so nervous," Dieter chides softly, pressing close to slide his tongue into Joel's mouth and savor the taste of him while you straddle his waist. "She's amazing." Joel grunts into his mouth, reaching up to tangle his fingers into the curly locks of his lover and kisses him back before he lets go and turns to watch you grind against his cock.

"Keep going if you want." You rise up on your knees to position yourself over Joel's cock and start to sink down, fighting the urge to let your eyes shut in bliss as he stretches you out. "I don't mind wa—" Every inch makes you gasp a little and you slow down a little to savor the stretch. "Watching you make out while I ride you."

“Want to watch you take me.” Joel smirks, knowing that he has Dieter beat in the girth department slightly.

"Like to see how well you split me open?" If you were him, you'd love that too. As it is, your mouth drops open on a low moan the more you sink down on him.

“Fuck yes.” Joel groans, taking your hips and grunting as your walls squeeze him tight.

Dieter's groan is almost louder than yours as you seat yourself fully in Joel's lap. "Goddamn." You gasp out, swirling your hips in a rolling figure eight before rising up again to push out another curse on your way down. "So fucking thick, baby. Holy shit."

Joel chuckles smugly and lightly slaps your hip. “You’re just tight, sweetheart.” He coos, pinching your skin and then rubbing it gently. He likes the way you look on his cock and twitches as he rocks his hips up.

The pace you set might not be as brutal and needy as what he had picked with Dee, but it's energetic enough to have both men reaching for your bouncing tits and smacking your ass in alternation.

“Jesus.” Joel hisses, unable to stay still underneath you. It’s too much to even try. You fit him perfectly and ride him like he’s a bull you're trying to stay on. “Come on baby.”

It doesn't matter that your thighs burn and your knees protest a little more than they used to, the feeling of connection is deeper than you can put your finger on at the moment but you know that having Dieter's hand squeezing your ass every time it connects with Joel's thighs feels like more than just lust.

Somehow your fingers tangle with Joel’s, Dieter’s free hand also linked in. The three of you holding onto one another as you bounce your way closer to another orgasm. “So good, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

"So good." You echo, free hand leaving your tits to let your fingers circle your clit and letting your head fall back in pleasure when his cock throbs like it's responding to his hungry eyes devouring the sight. "Fuck, Joel. You're so fucking sexy -- could ride you all night."

It's an ego boost considering he thinks Dieter is far more attractive than he is. Groaning, he plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting up, eager to see you fall apart, this time on his cock. "Do it." He dares you, knowing that you couldn't possibly keep this pace all night long but he's willing to sacrifice sleep.

“Gladly.” It’s bravado for both of you, but that doesn’t change the sentiment. That you both would if you could. Every time you impale yourself on him is another glorious groan out of both of you, and you know that chasing that orgasm for both of you won’t take long.

“Shit.” He hisses, watching as your bounces get tighter, more urgent. Leaning forward so you can press your lips against his, trapping Dieter’s hand on your tit between you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk.” Joel’s arms hold you tight to his chest as he pounds into you, catching your fingers as they press into the swollen nub of your clit and pressing on it that much harder with every thrust. It ramps up so quickly that you barely manage to gasp out a warning before another orgasm slams into you like a freight train.

It's beautiful, the way you cry out and turn towards him. Even though you had been kissing your husband the second before you had shattered. Moaning into his mouth has his hips rock up a few more times before he feels his own body give into the pleasure and he fills you with an aching warmth and a gasp of your name.

“Oh my god…” Catching your breath, you revel in being splayed out on Joel’s chest and the way Dieter has curled up to both of you to cling to being close to the two people he cares about most in the world.

Joel chuckles, rubbing your back and his head rolls to the side so he can look at Dieter. "If you think that was good, wait until we share you." He teases.

“Tomorrow.” You mumble, grinning at them both. “We’re definitely doing that tomorrow.”

Joel hums and grins back at you, still stroking your back softly. “We can arrange that.”

"As many times as you want." Dieter agrees, softly pressing a kiss to your lips before leaning over to give the same to Joel. "For as long as we're all together."

“Come with us.” Joel urges, reaching out to keep Dieter close. “We’ll stay for a few more days, but I want – I just found you again.” He bites his lip. “I don’t want to leave you.”

Dieter's eyes immediately find yours, begging without saying a word, and you know that as usual it's your job to be the practical one. To not let your feelings run away with you. Even though, at this moment, you want to say yes and make big promises just like you did when you fell in love with Dieter. "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?" You suggest, looking between both men indulgently. "When Joel isn't inside me?"

“That works.” Joel nods, trying to retain that practicality that has seemingly abandoned him. He pats your hip and sighs softly. “We should clean up.”

“Water in the basin by the fireplace should still be warm.” You stifle a yawn with one hand as you reluctantly slip off of him, hoping your legs will cooperate. “I’ll get it.”

“You stay put.” Joel insists as he rolls over with a groan. “I’ll take care of you both.” He had wondered where the warm clean rag to clean up him and Dieter had come from, but he hadn’t asked. Now he pushes to his feet and strides over to get what he needs to clean his lovers up again.

“You want to go, don’t you?” Alone even for a moment with your husband, you brush his sweat damp curls from his face and smile. “You want to stay with him.”

“Is that okay?” Dieter manages to frown and give you a wide-eyed pleading look, hoping you would understand.

“It’s going to be dangerous.” Despite that warning, you place a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Wherever we end up may be a lot more difficult than living here has been.” You both have seen the writing on the wall— you know that your supplies here are running out. That you’ll have to leave eventually. “There may not be privacy for a long time, or even any kind of comfort.”

Dieter bites his lip and his eyes flicker back over to Joel as he turns and moves back towards the bed with two rags in his hands. “I think it will be worth it. But—” he turns his head and cups your cheek. “If you don’t want to go, we stay.”

“Baby, we’re going to have to go. Probably sooner than we’d like.” The kiss you press to his lips is soft but earnest, full of all the love you can muster. “But I don’t want you to lose him, and the world out there is a hell of a lot less scary if you share it with people you love.”

“What are you feeling?” Dieter asks quickly, aware that Joel has slowed his stroll across the room after seeing the way your heads are pressed together.

“That he still loves you.” To you, at least, it’s obvious. Obvious in the way they are together and the way they were even before you all climbed into bed together. “And I know you still love him. And…I don’t know if Joel is like us. But if he is - or he could be - then I hope he could grow to love me, too.”

Joel interrupts the moment, finally reaching the bed and he kneels on it gently, his eyes shifting between the two of you. He didn't hear what was said, damn hard hearing, but he can guess. The conversation revolves around him, and he nudges your knees apart so he can start to clean you up. "I never imagined Dieter with a woman, not permanently." He offers quietly, smiling at you, and rolling his eyes. "But then again I didn't expect Dieter to stay with anyone. And he managed to choose a woman that both of us would want."

“I think I surprised most people by getting married.” Dieter admits, though he waggles his eyebrows at you in seeming triumph. “Me and her included.” He smiles at Joel proudly, chest puffed up even in his eagerness. “I laughed instead of crying when he proposed.” Your hand still on Dieter’s cheek strokes his patchy beard fondly. “That’s how shocked I was.”

Joel snorts and shoots the both of you a grin as you stare at each other lovingly. "I wouldn't doubt it." He huffs. "He was probably nervous and high as a fucking kite."

“Fucking terrified.” Dieter agrees immediately. “But I was stone sober. It was first thing in the morning, and we had just finished fucking.” He laughs at himself, knowing it had been a whim. Looking back, he’s still surprised you said yes. “I took her ring shopping that day.”

"You have a good story to hold onto when things are bad." He murmurs, tossing the rag with his cum onto the floor and then cleaning himself quickly so he can figure out if he needs to go or to lay down again.

“There’s always time to make more good memories.” Shifting over, you nudge Dieter toward the center of the bed to make room for Joel on his other side. “Which is what we were talking about.”

"Yeah?" He asks, not saying anything else. He's well aware of him coming into an established relationship and if you decided that you didn't want to change your dynamic, he understands. He's already put his own cards on the table.

“Lay down.” It might be a statement but Dieter asks it like a question.

"Okay." Joel nods and shifts to lay down on the bed beside Dieter, his hand resting on the other man's hip.

“We know that we don’t have a traditional marriage.” In the years that you’ve been with Dieter, you’ve been the voice of reason. His organizer. His logic. Taken care of him and done what’s best for him, and rejoiced when his needs and wants lined up with yours. Right now, delightedly, you can rejoice. “But there’s very little in the world that is traditional anymore. So…really what we’re saying is that whether or not we come with you is really a question of whether or not you can find it in yourself to share Dee, now that you’ve found him again. B-because,” you waver slightly, afraid that Dee’s heart being on the front of this battlefield is just too much to ask of your gentle husband. But it’s unavoidable. “Because we’re a package deal.”

Joel frowns, staring at you for a moment before he shakes his head. "Of course you are." He grunts, acting like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You are married. I am the one who is the outlier here. Both of you was never the question. The question is where I would fit in."

“Wherever you want to.” Reaching over, you place your hand over his on Dieter’s hip. “You and Dee have loved each other a long time. And so have Dieter and I. So the hope is that you and I can find our way to each other.”

"I don't see that being a problem." Joel admits with a smirk. "Not at all."

The besotted grin that overtakes Dieter’s face flashes victory in your direction and he hums. “Told you,” he gloats happily.

“Yeah, you told me.” But you kiss him indulgently, not upset in the least when you look back at Joel. “We’ll pack up what we can here, and then we’ll all leave together.”

“Together." Joel nods and leans in to kiss Dieter and then you tenderly. He had approached this hotel looking for shelter for the night, maybe a meal or two from what was left in the kitchens. He had instead found the first person he had ever loved and a brand-new future to look forward to. Together.

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Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions Of Parental Loss , Violence , Gore , Other than That— Great Conversation between the two 🥰

Pairing: August Walker x Roslyn (Black!Female Oc)

Description: Roslyn gets caught up with training August on becoming a Herding Master.

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Pretty Places by Aly & AJ

Taglist: @drewharrisonwriter @kingliam2019 @imaslutforcuddles @headcannonxgalore

II

Knock, Knock.

The sudden knocking caused Roslyn’s head to pop up tiredly. She snapped her head over to see if Ellie was here but her bed was perfectly made. Clear evidence that she hadn’t even been there the previous night.

Rolling her eyes, she grumbled tired gibberish and rubbed her face. The knock returned.

‘Ugh! I’m coming, I’m coming damn.’

She shoved the comforter off of her lap and stumbled her way out of bed before dragging herself tiredly to the door.

‘Goddammit, Ellie! I ain’t gone keep—‘

Roslyn pulled the door open to see Maria standing there with her arms folded across her chest with an eyebrow raised.

‘Maria!’ She said surprised as she quickly looked back and stepped down to shut the door behind her. Now she would have to make up a quick lie to save her sister’s ass. ‘I didn’t know you were… making house calls today!’

‘Right…’ Maria said as she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Ellie in there?’ She asked, jerking her head towards the door.

Roslyn looked back once again, ‘Y-yeah! She’s sleeping. Y’know— us girls gotta get our beauty rest!’ She gave Maria a gentle punch on the arm as she tried to keep up this facade. If Ellie wasn’t here, she knew exactly where she was and she wasn’t going to sell her out like that.

‘Hmm. Whatever, look. I don’t care if she’s not here. I’ll just simply give you the job.’ She shrugged.

Ros raised a brow, her face instantly hardening. ‘Job? What job?’

‘Oh. It’s nothing you can’t handle! I’m gonna have you riding with August today.’

It had been about 2 weeks since the boys arrived and from what Ros gathered, they were pretty level headed and respectful. They did any and everything Tommy and Maria told them to do. They were almost like the kids they never had!

Even with Mike’s injury, he did the best he could.

Since the day at the bar, August and Roslyn haven’t really spoken. Just when they’d walk past it was always a “hi” or “bye” but they never stuck around for casual conversation.

But that was all about to change.

‘What?! Why can’t he ride with Jesse?! Dina?’

‘Because I have them on different projects today.’

Roslyn let out an annoyed, soulful sigh. As much as she loved her sister, she wanted to wring her neck like a rag.

‘Besides, it’ll give you a better opportunity to get to know him. He’s a very nice guy, Ros. You can’t be hard on everyone who shows up here. His past may not have been great but— we can use him and his brother. I just need your help.’

‘Oh? I know Ms. “I don’t beg anyone for nothing” ain’t beggin’ right now?’

‘I ain’t beggin. It’s a demand. Now, go on now. Meet him at the gymnasium. He spends most of his mornings there.’ She retorted before spinning on the toes of her boots and walking down the steps.

Roslyn grimaced, holding back the litter of curse words that so desperately ached to burn her lips but instead she shouted, ‘Maria! You owe me for this!’

‘More like Ellie does! Hurry up! Y’all better be gone by 10!’ She hollered back.

***

Roslyn was lacing up her boots when she heard the knob turn. Ellie had just walked into the door with the silliest grin on her face.

‘Hello big sis! Anyone came by lookin’ for me?’ Ellie chimed.

Ros breathed through her nose as she stood up and grabbed her coat off the bed. ‘Yes! In fact, someone did!’

‘Who?’

‘Maria.’ She hissed at the name, it bringing her great disdain in the moment.

‘Maria?! What the hell she doin’ here on a Tuesday for?’

‘She sendin’ me on training patrol with August. She was here for you… but she insisted I did it instead.’

Ellie’s green eyes grew slightly at the impactful news. ‘No shit! Well…’

‘It’s fine… don’t even worry about it I guess. It’s said now.’

‘Hey, quit it! Look,’ Ellie sighed out as she pushed her hair out of her face, ‘I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.’

Roslyn’s head fell to the side slightly. She tried her best to remain serious but Ellie began to make silly faces. A smirk managed to curl up on her face and eventually, a laugh escaped her.

‘Alright. Fine. I forgive you I guess! But when I get back, tell me about your night with Dina?’

‘It’s a deal!’

***

Roslyn walked into the training center, smiling as she walked over to the desk where Dan sat snacking on what had seemed to be a breakfast burrito.

‘Top of the morning’, Dan!’

‘Heya kiddo! How yer’ doin’?’ He asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Maria’s got me pulling patrol three days in a row.’ She huffed out, ‘You can only imagine how I’m feelin’.’

‘Mmm. I am sorry to hear that but whatever boss lady says, goes.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, is Walker around? Maria told me I could find him here.’

‘Yup. Sign in for me, he’ll be in the weight room.’

Roslyn picked up the pin and signed her name along the line. ‘Thank you, Dan.’

She walked into the weight room of the gymnasium, her eyes scanning the room only to find him pulling his body up over the pull-up bar.

A thin sheet of sweat covered his arms and back with a few droplets sliding down his skin. His trapezius muscles flexing and pulling with every movement. She’d also taken note of those familiar pink star-like scars on his shoulder and back. Then, there was another scar on his lower waistline that had to be 3 inches long. All of them had seemed to be stitched and patched up pretty clean so they must’ve occurred way before his rebellion.

Curiosity befell her. She’d be sure to ask about it later on. But right now she was admiring what God had created. A single drop of sweat cascaded down his spine and she felt her chest tighten at the sight.

Sure, she’s seen men like this— in their prime and what not but he had it all!

For now, she balled all of that up and puffed up her chest. Roslyn walked over to him with her chin high and unphased. ‘Walker!’

August glanced down when he heard his name being called. He was not expecting to see her here. ‘Roslyn!’ He’d let go of the bar and turned to face her, revealing his thick curly chest hair that was drenched in sweat. And this detailed moth tattoo right below his sternum resting at the center of his torso. That was an interesting choice.

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Where’s Ellie?’

Roslyn held her breath for a second, keeping her eyes on his which somehow equally melted her all the same.

‘Ellie couldn’t make it. So I’ll be accompanying you today.’

‘Oh! Well, gimme a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the Stables?’

‘Fine by me.’ She gave him a small smile with a nod.

***

She’d been pacing back and forward, creating infinite tracks in the snow until he heard her name being called.

‘Roslyn!’

She lifted her head to see August jogging in her direction. She then looked at her watch. It was 9:55AM. At least he made it before 10.

‘You’re late, Walker!’

‘Yeah! I know. I’d figured you wouldn’t want to be training some funky dude so I took a quick shower.’

Well, at least he cared about his hygiene. A lot of dudes in this day in age ain’t care too much bout it since everyone was on death row.

She looked up at him as she tried to fight that smile, but it fell through when she giggled, ‘You’re right. I don’t want to be smelling onions, garlic and horseradish. Thanks for the consideration. Let’s go.’

The pair chuckled as they walked together inside of the stables to retrieve their steeds.

Roslyn greeted her horse with a beaming smile as he neighed and nickered.

‘Kentaro.’ She placed her hand on his jaw and gave him a firm pat on his shiny jet black coat, ‘I know you’re tired my boy. But, one more day?’ She whispered as she gently rubbed at his black snout.

He let out a huff of air and nudged her gently.

‘Thank you.’ She giggled and placed a kiss on his jaw before unlocking his stable and grabbing his reins.

Once she made it to the saddle rack, she placed hers on Kentaro’s back and strapped it down.

Suddenly, she snapped her head over at the aggressive neighing, squealing and nickering in the stables.

August was trying to calm down his horse along with others but she was anxious.

Roslyn handed off her reins to Jesse and jogged back into the stables. She snatched the reins out of the keeper’s hand and raised her hands to let her know that she was not a threat.

‘Shhh. Shhhh. Hey, girl. Shhhh.’

Once she began to calm down, Roslyn rubbed at her brown spotted jaw. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay girl. He is no threat. See? Look— Walker!’

August’s eyes grew before he looked at the trainers and keepers. He pressed his index finger at his chest, mouthing the word, ‘me?’

Roslyn let out a gentle giggle and nodded, ‘Gimme your hand.’ She lend out her palm to him, watching as he stared at her then the horse skeptically. ‘I promise she’s sweet when you get to know her.’

He hesitantly placed his large calloused palm into hers and allowed her to guide his hand over to the side of her neck.

The horse let out a gentle whine before letting out a heavy huff from her snout.

‘Shhh. It’s okay girl…that’s it Hera. That’s a sweet girl.’ Ros looked over at August with a gentle smile as his nervousness seemed to fade but was replaced with relief. A gentle smile curled on his lips. ‘I told you. She’s never really been great with men. I guess the more testosterone you carry, the more you give her the ick.’ She giggled before throwing him a wink.

August chuckled as he scratched beneath her jaw, ‘Well, that’s quite the ironic name. Don’t worry, Hera. We’re going to be the best of friends ya?’

Roslyn smiled softly, placing the reins in his hand. ‘Go head and get your saddle. Meet me by the gate when you're finished.’

August gave her a gentle smile, ‘You got it!’ He watched her spin off and walk off towards the gate. Even a blind man could see that he was checking her out. Watching as her hips swayed and her glutes tighten and relax, followed by a jiggle with each step.

She was quite dreamy.

Hera nudged August’s chest, causing him to let out a winded grunt then a chuckle, ‘Alright girl. Let’s get out of here.

***

Roslyn climbed Kentaro and sat down comfortably. She then leaned over to give him an encouraging clap on his neck. ‘Such a good boy.’

‘You talk to all your men like that?’

She looked back to see August well acquainted with Hera; sitting high and mighty on his brand new saddle. She could admit, he looked damn good on top of a horse. With his straight posture and broad shoulders. He belonged there. And she had a gut feeling that he belonged here too.

‘Maybe I do.’ Ros retorted with a sly smirk. ‘I see you finally got on with Hera. How she holdin’ up?’

‘Just fine.’

‘Good.’ She nodded before she looked over at Jesse, ‘Get that gate open, we outta here.’

‘Alright. You guys be careful out there and August, stay vigilant.’

August waved his hand once, ‘No need to warn me. I’ve witnessed enough to make an Army Ranger cry.’

Jesse stared at him with a blank glare. As if that was something to be proud of. But at least he knew how to deal with the dangers beyond the compound.

‘Alright.’ Jesse turned and waved his arm towards the guards at the gate, ‘Open ‘er up!’

Roslyn smirked and looked over at August, ‘Army Ranger huh?’

He gave her a gentle shrug.

She shook her head with her smirk unwavering, watching as they pulled the large wooden gate apart. ‘Seem to shut him up pretty good. Nice one.’

‘Hmph. Thanks.’

The both of them gently kicked at the ribs of their horses, causing them to trot on with their handlers at their reins.

‘Wow!’ August breathed out gently, ‘Look at that incredible view.’

‘It is breathtaking isn’t it? You guys didn’t have views like this in Washington?’

‘We did. It just rained a lot in Seattle. And if we weren't on patrol then we weren’t spending our time looking at the wonders of the world. It was too fucked up out there and we didn’t need that constant reminder… or at least that’s what Isaac lodged in our heads.’

‘Mmf. Sounds like a master manipulator at its finest.’

‘You don’t even know the half.’ August scoffed and rolled his eyes, ‘If only my father knew. Stubborn old fool.’

She pressed her lips together, ‘I’m sorry… about your loss.’

August looked over at her with a perplexed glare, ‘My father’s not dead!’ He hissed.

‘Oh! Oh my god, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—‘

An exaggerated cackle left August’s lips, startling Roslyn in the process.

‘Wh—what’s so funny?!’ She barked back.

‘You should see the look on your face!’ He laughed so hard, one would think he’d fall off that damn horse. ‘I’m kidding. He’s been dead for quite some time now.’ He added, recovering from his heartfelt giggle.

Roslyn rolled her eyes, holding back a giggle of her own, ‘You’re such an ass.’

‘Maybe but hey, at least I know how to make light out of situations. Y’know? Sometimes I forget he’s dead.’

‘Why?’

‘He was hard on me and Mike after mom died. It was like… something snapped inside of him. He used to be a good man. I believed a lot of his choices were for the greater good but… at the cost of our sanity. I’d prefer him not to be there honestly.’

She hated to hear these stories. It was repetitive really. It appeared more and more people had shitty parents than the good ones.

Perhaps this world just created shitty people.

‘That… sucks.’

‘Meh. I think I turned out pretty good.’ He said daft with this goofy grin spread across his lips.

‘Something tells me you didn’t though.’ Roslyn laughed out, ‘But you have to be some kind of crazy to survive nowadays.’

‘Exactly! You get me.’ He chuckled softly. ‘So what about you? Where are your people?’

She should’ve braced herself for that one. Roslyn didn't like talking about what happened to her parents but over the years, the more she spoke of them, the more healed she felt.

‘They’re gone too. Apparently my parents knew Joel and Tommy from way back when. Used to work together I guess. Apparently they were ripped apart by a bloater.’

‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah. In my parents' written will, they wanted Joel to be my Godfather… If anyone believes in that shit nowadays…’ she sighed out, ‘So— he’s my dad!’

‘Fucking hell. Were yall close at least? Got good memories together?’

‘Yeah… some good ones. I mean it’s hard to create anything good in … this.’ Roslyn gestured her hand out towards the open, referring to what this world had become over the last 15 years.

‘I hear you there.’ August added in a remorseful manner. ‘I’m sorry to hear about your parents. It sucks that all the good people have to go. Unfortunately I’ve been a part of the problem.’

Roslyn’s head snapped over at August, her pretty hazel eyes narrowing as she processed his words. ‘You’ve killed innocent people?’

He parted his lips to speak but hesitated as if he’s trying to find the appropriate words.

‘Not because I’ve wanted to. The way we were trained… anyone beyond those walls were a threat and had to be eliminated if found insufficient of use.’ He shook his head softly, ‘And if we failed to follow those orders well… you know the rest.’

‘Damn. That is rough. At least you're here though… you’re already turning your life around. I say… A win is a win!’

August smiled and nodded, ‘I guess you’re right.’

***

The pair scaled up the worn down path on the side of the mountain. From this point on, they were quiet and kept their eyes peeled.

Luckily, they made it all the way up to the small town’s grocery market. One of Jackson’s checkpoints.

‘Alright.’ Roslyn pulled her reins to a stop and hopped down. ‘We —‘

Suddenly, a loud screech and clicking echoed on the other side of the aluminum door.

The pair snapped their heads over towards the supermarket. Both letting out a shuddered breath in angst.

‘Grab your shotgun. Ain’t no telling what’s behind that door. We need all the fire power we got.’

August gave her a nod and quickly snatched up his weapons off of his steed and made sure they were loaded up.

Before the horses could grow restless from the constant noise and attract more infected, she smacked the rump of Kentaro and did just the same for Hera. They took off running with only the sound of hooves echoing in the space around them.

‘OK.’ She let out a shuddered breath, taking a step closer to him. ‘Don’t let your guard down. I was just here in the past few days and they’re back again. There has to be a nest nearby but it’ll take more than just us to clear it.’

‘Alright. What-whoa…’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you ok?’ August asked in concern.

‘Yeah. Another day in paradise am I right? Come on. The sooner we can clear this out, the sooner we can reach our final checkpoint. Cool?’

‘Cool.’ He gave her a reassuring smile, ‘Good Luck to you.’

Roslyn returned the smile and nodded before turning around, ‘You too… we’re damn sure gonna need it.’

Once the two carefully made their way into the space, she did a head count of two clickers and three runners. ‘Alright,’ she whispered, ‘You take those guys over there. And I got these three.’

‘What?’ August hissed quietly, ‘That’s three on one!’

‘I’ve handled worse! Plus, I’m here to train you remember? Just if I get hemmed up, help me out!’

August let out a long deep breath through his nose as he peaked over the counter to see the runners groaning in anguish. ‘OK. I got you. Just watch your ass!’

‘Of course.’ She whispered, ‘Now, go!’

The two skulked down the aisles. Making sure not to step on any glass or slip on any water. And one by one, they began to take out the runners first. They could be very overwhelming in numbers, but once removed from the equation, Clickers would have their undivided attention.

Roslyn pulled out her dagger slowly, letting out a shallow breath. ‘Here. We. Go.’ She whispered as she once again began to creep behind the infected to catch them by surprise.

But her luck had to run out eventually right?

With her being only 3ft away, she stepped on a thick piece of glass, causing it to crack beneath her weight. The sound caused the cordecyp’s host to stop clicking and stand up right from it’s hunched over posture. In that moment, she knew she fucked up.

‘Shit.’

The clicker turned to face her in record time, screeching in her face before knocking the dagger out of Roslyn’s hand.

‘Aah! FUCK!! WALKER!’ She exclaimed as the clicker found a grip on her and tried to sink its strangely structured teeth into her.

She pressed her hands into its chest, trying to combat that unnatural strength and fight back but it was unmatched!

But before it could take that fatal chomp, August shot it with his shotgun.

It didn’t kill the clicker, but August had all of it’s attention now.

‘Come get me you ugly son of a bitch!’

Flailing its arms and shrieking to hell, the Clicker limped over towards August before blowing its head to smithereens; pieces of Cordecyps growth, brain matter and blood splattered on anything that stood in a close proximity.

Once it had collapsed, it continued to click and twitch but not for long.

‘Fuck, I hate those fucking things.’ Roslyn grumbled as she glared down at the host’s lifeless body.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m OK.’ She said.

‘You bit?’

‘Not today.’ Ros sighed, ‘Thanks for the help.’

‘Yeah, anytime.’

Finally, when she felt like the air was circulating in her lungs she placed her hand over her chest, ‘Whoo! No matter how many times you do this shit, no matter how trained you are— every day is a different day with these fuckers.’

‘Ain’t that the truth.’

‘You get these bodies thrown in the ditch in the back. There’s some matches and lighter fluid on the grill out back. I’m gonna go get us signed in.’

‘Copy that!’

She gave him a firm nod before walking in the office and signing down their names. Then she jotted down how many infected she and August took down today.

Roslyn plopped down in the office chair and ran her hand over her face tiredly. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit.’

Pfft, poor girl ain’t even 27 yet.

***

13:49 (1:49PM)

The last 2 checkpoints were a breeze. A couple of stragglers here and there but nothing they couldn’t handle.

Roslyn and August sat in silence, feeling the weight of the day settling on their shoulders.

She was sitting on a milk crate looking down at her watch as he walked over and pulled his weight on top of the counter.

‘What time do we head back to the compound?’

Ros was filing her crooked fingernails, ‘We head back around 14:30. We’ve got to beat nightfall and the cold.’

No one ever really stayed the night in the mountains. The frigid cold was enough to literally kill someone, even at the end of summer. Plus, no one ever wanted to find out what lurked in the shadows of these woods.

‘Hey, can I ask you a question?’ Roslyn asked as she stopped filing.

‘Sure. Go head.’

‘What happened to you?’

August blinked at the question, trying to process it just like anybody else would in this time. This life was heavy and she didn’t know a lot about him. But he was open to tell her anything she was curious to know.

‘What happened to me meaninggggg?’ He scoffed.

Realizing that he could’ve possibly taken her question offensive, she waved her hands in disarray, ‘oh! No, no. That’s not what I meant…’ her face heated up in embarrassment.

‘I saw— the gunshot scars and the other one… I was just curious about the story behind them.’

‘Aaah.’ August said aloud, ‘You mean those.’

Roslyn nodded with a soft smile, ‘Yeah. But if you’re uncomfortable with sharing you—‘

‘Oh no! It’s fine. The gunshots I had gotten just a year ago with a run in with the Scars and that gash was from my dad.’

Her eyes grew in shock, a lump sitting in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

‘Yo-your dad? As in your father?! How could he do such a thing?!’

August glanced off to the side and let out a heavy sigh, ‘I don’t know. He was drunk and he attacked my brother who was just 15 at the time. I guess I was beating his ass too badly, he had to take a knife to me.’

‘Wow. Holy shit August!’

‘Mmm. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.. I know I was doing the right thing.’

‘You were protecting your brother! Of course you were doing the right thing!’

‘Yeah, I know. I never doubt that. I’d just wished he wasn’t the man he was before he died.’

Roslyn’s brows tugged into one, her face showing all the signs of empathy and even feeling it in her heart.

And he was right. Bad things do happen to good people. But at least he was here and not with his father.

‘Wait!’ He exclaimed, sitting up straight; his face now beaming bright as the sun.

‘What?’

‘You just said my name! Looks like I’m warming up to you after all!’

She didn’t even realize it until he pointed it out. Maybe it was just a heartfelt moment with him being vulnerable and all, she didn’t need to keep it professional any longer.

Letting out a small giggle, Roslyn shook her head and shrugged, ‘Maybe I decided that I don’t need to address you as if I’m your boss or something but a friend instead.’

‘A friend huh?’ He repeated, his deep blue hues gentle and welcoming.

‘Yeah. A friend.’

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Calendar Girl: December

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

December

Joel was three servings deep on a surprisingly decent single malt when he realized the two of you were seated directly beneath the mistletoe.

You’d made an effort to be festive - donned a dark green sweater and a red knitted cap. Joel hadn’t even tried - just rolled up to the Christmas Eve gathering in his usual flannel and jeans. Every few minutes, his eyes swept over the crowd with a cold indifference most of the townsfolk still hadn’t gotten used to, whereas you waved at nearly everyone who passed by, and they greeted you warmly in return.

He recalled how you’d smiled up at him the very first time all those sunrises and sunsets ago. Your kind, welcoming eyes had been nonjudgmental, open, and endearingly curious. In fact, you’d made his world go topsy-turvy that day, and things hadn’t been quite the same since.

Something about you had revived and coaxed out parts of him he’d thought dead and buried long ago. But he played it very close to the vest - not only because you’re half his age and completely out of his league, but also because you deserved more than his old bones and bloodied hands could ever give you.

You deserved better. You deserved the fucking best.

Everyone in Jackson adored you, and they were right to do so. Even after all you’d been through, all the pain and loss you’d endured, you were still so good. Joel, on the other hand, had always been a blunt instrument - contractor, smuggler, killer, guardian. And sure, he may have been permitted to be a member of the town, but he’d never been widely well-liked or fully embraced - not in the way you and Ellie had been.

For the longest time, the need to protect Ellie and keep her safe had outweighed everything, including any misgivings he’d had about a prolonged stay in Jackson. But after a year in your continued presence, he realized he stayed because you’d made him remember what it felt like to actually want something - to want someone - for himself.

And the longer he remained, the more invested he became.

Rushed meetings, focused on getting assigned a house, learning the town rules, and being added to the job rotations. Then, more prolonged conversations over meals in the mess hall. In the past few months, there’d been walks and rides and movies and books. Ellie liked you, trusted you, and seemed to enjoy your company as well. The more time Joel spent with you, the more he realized he wasn’t just attracted to you; he’d started to feel comfortable - maybe even safe - with you, and that complicated things.

It wasn’t until you polished off your drink, and the tip of your tongue darted out to catch a wayward drop, that Joel started to think about your mouth and all the ways he’d enjoy it if you ever became his. And as his thoughts continued to mosey on down that unlikely, dangerous path for what seemed like the trillionth time, he realized your tongue would taste especially good coated in whisky - all warm, smoky, and sweet. 

“Any plans for tomorrow?” you asked in a conversational tone.

Joel shrugged away his treacherous thoughts and raised his hand for a refill, “Might visit Tommy and his family. Hang out with Ellie. You know, the usual.”

You nodded. Offered up your plate for sharing. Joel accepted your ready-made concoction of bread, cheese, and jam; a surprisingly good combination, but then again, you’d never steered him wrong.

“What about you?” Joel wondered as he wiped crumbs from his shirt. “Spending time with Carl?”

You gestured for your own refill and waited for it to be delivered before you spoke again.

“We decided to go our separate ways,” you announced tersely.

Joel paused with his glass halfway to his mouth, “When did that happen?”

“This morning.”

You tilted your head back, and he watched as the amber liquid disappeared down your throat in one swallow. You maintained an even temperament and possessed an impressively good poker face. Even when Carl sidled up to the opposite end of the bar - bold as brass, with his arm wrapped very familiarly around another woman’s waist - you didn’t react.   

The reason for the split became all too clear, and just like that, your ex went to the top of Joel’s own special kind of Naughty List.

“You can’t kill him,” you insisted.

He rolled his jaw, “Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t his fault.”

“He’s the one who cheated. Not you.”

You let out a self-deprecating laugh, “There are different kinds of cheating.”

Joel wanted to know what you’d meant by that, but you steered the conversation out of those muddied waters, and asked about Ellie and how she was doing in school. That safe topic saw you both through another round, and while you shared another plate of food, you talked shop and swapped stories about past Christmas celebrations.

“I mean, I was eighteen when it happened,” you explained. “But I remember Christmas at my house was always a bit stuffy. Not like this, you know?”

“You mean you weren’t hanging out in a bar, doin’ shots of whisky with an old man?”

“Shut up.”

Joel smirked, “You sure you shouldn’t be at home, dreaming of sugar plums like the rest of the little children?”

You pursed your lips and smacked his shoulder, “Har-fuckin’-har.”    

While everyone in town would attend a big Christmas Day dinner, the Christmas Eve party was an adults-only affair. With the kids safely tucked into their beds, the grownups had gone out to play, and as people started to blow off steam, the party became both raucous and crowded.

Someone attempted a rendition of Elvis’ Blue Christmas and failed spectacularly. Then, the jukebox was turned on, and people danced like fools. The delicateness of pine, mixed with the headiness of firewood. Laughter and mindless chatter and a bit too much Jingle Bells.    

Joel sipped and chewed, and as he pondered your new relationship status, you ordered yourself another. As the night’s bartender hustled over, she jerked her thumb toward the ceiling, and he watched as you caught sight of the mistletoe. Something he’d hoped and feared you’d notice had been blatantly pointed out, and Joel tried not to cringe as the bartender poured and explained that it was tradition to kiss beneath it and not doing so would bring bad luck.

You waited for her to walk away before you looked at him, brow arched, “That true?”

Joel shrugged and scratched his chin, “It’s an old wives’ tale, but yeah.”

You nudged him. He nudged you back. A shared laugh, and then, a moment of hesitation. A flash of unspoken, are we really going to do this? You nodded - said it would be better not to tempt fate. Joel agreed - said he’d had enough bad luck to last a lifetime.  

Like all fires, it started with a spark; the anticipation of first contact as you both leaned toward each other on rickety, unbalanced stools. A rush of flames soon followed; your lips fitted sweetly against his, stoking the need, causing it to flare brighter.

Without any conscious thought whatsoever, Joel gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and swept his tongue into your mouth. From there, it turned into an inferno. Your nails dragged along the skin at the tape of his neck, and he introduced his teeth to your bottom lip in response. When he cupped your face in his palms and caressed the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs, you wrapped your hands around his wrists and squeezed. Joel felt the vibration of the pleased sound you let out, and as goosebumps erupted along his body, he slanted his mouth more firmly over yours, and let himself get lost in the warmth of your kiss.

A couple of very inebriated, gray-haired women singing Santa Baby at the top of their lungs bumped into you and effectively burst the bubble. They apologized profusely. You graciously waved it off. Then, you looked at him - lashes aflutter, pupils blown, and mouth all shiny and kiss-swollen; you’d never been more beautiful, and Joel would’ve happily picked up where you’d left off had you not suddenly jerked away from him and rushed to your feet.

“I have to go,” you announced abruptly.

Joel cleared his throat and swallowed hard, “Alright. You want me to walk you?”

You shook your head. Pulled on your coat. Mumbled Merry Christmas and hurried out the door.

Just his luck.

Next Chapter: January

[sgt-morgan]

High-Ho Silver 🛻

Summary: Joel and Ellie pick up a very interesting stray. Maybe Joel

Likes her, maybe he doesn’t.

Warnings: Violence of the cannon typical variety, death of a child, tears, but some fun stuff too.

A/N: man… I’m obsessed with this show bro.

Masterlist

Joel and Ellie picked you up in the middle of nowhere, riding solo in a ford F-150 without a care in the world. At first? They didn’t trust you, but after saving their asses, and shooting a clicker in the head to save Joel it made them a bit more amiable to the company.

You were a strange ray of unwavering sunshine. Nothing seemed to kill your vibe, and when Ellie told you they had guns and food? Well shit, nothing could have been more appealing. You liked traveling with them, you liked their bickering, their reluctant ‘Lone Wolf and Cub shtick. It was refreshing. It filled a void you hadn’t known you needed refilled. By way of the weeks you spent with them you learned that yeah, Joel had a soft side. He was soft for Ellie. Puns and gun safety seeming to be the way he expressed it. He just didn’t have softness for you, and while you would like softness, it wasn’t necessary, so you let Joel be.

Joel was about as welcoming as shit in a cake. He was abrasive to say the very least, and every move you made seemed to be the wrong move. It was more than likely because he didn’t trust you around the kid, which you understood. So you made nice with Ellie, which only succeeded in possibly pissing him off more somehow, but you didn’t care. If you weren’t gonna make two friends, you’d at least make one.

“So, you know our names, but you never told me yours!” Ellie said one day, happily munching on more canned ravioli while you munched walnuts you had stripped from a tree and roasted. Tossing one at Joel every once in a while to piss him off a bit, and to subtly share. You noticed he had eaten every one that had landed in his lap, so you kept doing it, cherishing the giggles it provoked from Ellie.

“Well darling little Ellie my name is- get this- Ellie.” You gasped very dramatically and nailed Joel in the forehead with a walnut.

“No… fuck you. No way.” Ellie chuckled.

“Yeah, it really is, it’s short for something.” You shrug, eating one more walnut and dropping them in Joel’s lap to go refill your canteen in the nearby stream.

“Well? What’s it short for?” Ellie scrambles after you to the lake, and you shake your head with a laugh.

“Oh no, you’re not getting that outta me.” You giggle again, and Ellie groans, flopping to the ground. “In the mean time, my name is El and you are Ellie.” You bop her on the nose with a finger and she snaps at you playfully. “Oh no zombie lips! You biting me may have unintended consequences.” You shove her face and she falls in the river and you laugh harder.

“Quit making a racket, you’ll draw attention to us.” Joel muttered from over near the truck. You rolled your eyes and helped the kid out of the creek.

“Alright you big dick, we’ll play quiet.” You smile at Ellie with a wink, and from behind you Joel rolls his eyes.

Everyday you seemed a little further from cracking Joel’s shell. He was like a brick wall. Tall, tough, and impenetrable without a way in. So you looked for a way in. From then on you cracked jokes with the kid, shared all your supplies, you share drive time. You do your best to reach him behind that terrible wall you saw him hiding behind, but he was an impenetrable fortress. You knew why too. Ellie told you, something about a little girl named Sarah, a woman named Tess. He had lost everyone. You knew the feeling.

“So, what about you inferior Ellie? You got a family?” Ellie asked one day, Joel was supposedly ‘resting his eyes’ but the snores told you he was sleeping. You were driving closer towards Wyoming, or wherever you were headed, and the girl was making small talk. This question though, shit, this one was almost too personal. You decided to answer it anyway.

“Uh, yeah. I had a family.” You nodded. “They were… everything. My husband and I were High school sweethearts. Me and Mikey? Oh man. We won prom king and queen and everything. Then boom, outbreak, what a way to end Freshman year of college huh? We made it though, we were doing ok on our own in a cabin in the mountains. Then we’ll, then I find out, I’m pregnant in the middle of the apocalypse. Terrrrrrrible timing for one of our condoms to be faulty, but things happen.” You shrug, taking a drink from the water bottle you had mixed with a coveted pack of powdered lemonade. “So we do our best, no plan B’s no doctors, my decision might have been different had I had those, but probably not. We decide to keep the baby, but that we’re not equipped enough for that, so we go for a QZ. In the meantime? We imagine our baby as a little girl who looked like Mikey, and we make our way to the QZ. We were almost there, making good time, picking out names, it was fine. Then, we’re attacked by a clicker in an abandoned building. To attempt to save my life, Mikey shoved me back and into a splintered shelf, it was an accident. I’m skewered through, losing a lot of blood, and most likely the baby right then and there. Mikey, uh. Mikey killed the clicker, then he marched us the last two miles to the QZ. they check me, I’m good, they check Mikey and… he’d been bitten.

They shot him directly in front of me. I, uh. I got patched up, and two days later I was certain my baby was gone.”

“Oh. Wow I-“ Ellie started and you shushed her with a smile.

“It’s ok kid. I’ve made peace with it for the most part. I told you cause- if it was a girl? I guess- I guess I imagined her to be a bit like you.” You pulled over and swiped a tear while she wasn’t looking. “I gotta take a piss. Too much of a good thing and all that.” You shook your bottle at Ellie and left the truck.

You were tracking towards the woods and Ellie stared in shock. Once he was sure you were gone, Joel’s eyes opened. He looked in the back towards Ellie, who seemed stunned. “Is she gonna be okay?” Ellie blurted, staring at your back as you walked away.

“I… I don’t know. I’ll go check. You go and scope the gas station for snacks. Maybe you can find something good.” He groans and trudges towards the woods. When he finds you, you’re staring the water blankly, there were tears streaming down your face, and you were rubbing at your side, at a scar he’s never seen and he can imagine what it was. He walks up to you and you swipe at your tears rapidly and go to stand.

“I-I’m sorry I woke you. Just needed a break. Figured we would grab some gas and keep going from the-“ you were cut off by him pulling you into a tight hug, and then you sobbed. You were there for a while, just letting Joel hold you. This hadn’t happened in a while, one of these fits. He held you the whole time though, telling you you’d be ok. Stroking your hair and holding you until the sobbing slowed and you were just sitting there in Joel’s lap. “‘M sorry.” You sigh, half exhausted.

“Don’t-“ Joel sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. I get it.” He helped you to your feet and wet the end of his shirt in the stream, wiped your cheeks and led you back to the van. When you saw Ellie, Joel noticed you visibly brighten, you smiled and waved. Joel was once again completely astounded by your resilience.

“Well Ellie Belly? Find anything good?” You grinned ruffling the kids hair as you helped her put her new finds in the truck, including a highly celebrated over box of tampons. He didn’t get it but it made you both happy so he let you celebrate. Then you loaded up and started driving. To Joel’s surprise? You were good again, sunshine and rainbows, as if you really hadn’t just had a mental break in the woods, he thought it was for the kids be if it but you really were ok, but the most shocking of all was the hand that lay on his thigh. It rested there without fail, and he wasn’t sure anymore if he ever wanted you to move it again. You’d been on the road for a while, comfortably listening to Hank Williams for about the 100th time, when Ellie spoke up.

“Oh wait! I found another tape!” She scrambled at her backpack and pulled out a tape and handed it to you with a grin.

“Oh Ellie, my brilliant sweet summer child. You have found a masterpiece.” You kissed the tape she handed you and popped it directly into the tape deck.

“What is that shit?” Joel muttered, turning up the volume a bit.

“Oh baby, Joel it’s the Oakridge boys.” You laughed and suddenly he was subjected to what he considered the greatest concert he could have hoped for in the apocalypse. You knew every word, and it made him grin despite himself. Leaving Louisiana, Trying to Love Two Women, Bobby Sue, Y’all Come Back Now Saloon, all of it.

“Fucking shit, if I had known you were gonna be this annoying I never would have brought it back.” She was trying to huff, but the barely suppressed giggled were not selling it for him.

“Oh my dear girl, but it’s time for the best song of all, and I think I’ll finally tell you my name.” You laughed manically, then the song started playing and Joel cackled. Ellie looked stunned

“Oh shit you broke him.” Ellie laughed and then you started singing.

“Ellie? It’s nice to meet you, my name is Elvira.

Eyes that look like heaven

Lips like cherry wine

That girl can sho nuff make my little light shine

I get a funny feelin’

Up and down my spine

Because I know that my Elvira is mine!” He grins at your joy and starts mumbling under his breath.

“Elvira! Elvira! My heart is on fire, for Elvira!

Giddy up! Ooom poppa ooom papa mow mow

Giddy up! Oom poppa ooom papa mow mow!

Hiiiigh ho silver! Away!”

It went on like this until you and Ellie passed out. Joel sat for a bit after, watching you both breathe. The peace of it filled him with glee, made him smile. He kept driving, and enjoyed the calm that accompanied knowing everyone you care about is safe, then he thought to himself. ‘Hey, maybe this found family thing ain’t half bad.’

[copiasghoulfriend]

Per Aspera Ad Inferi

Here is a story that I am currently working on! It's really bad but I've been dying with these ideas ... and I'm going to produce a masterpiece. I will upload this first chapter to AO3 in the morning.. so Tumblr.. you get to see it first. PLEASE don't bully me -- it's bad. The Italian is based from the translator so I can't promise if anything is correct! PLEASE ENJOY! ❤️

TW: Mentions of Cheating, Bullying -- just please be cautious!

Chapter One:

Copia and Terzo’s favorite thing to do besides performing was watching how beautifully the Sisters sang during their class time. They both had their favorite sisters and it was blatantly obvious. They would constantly talk in Italian so no one else knew what they were talking about. The best thing about this freshman class of Sisters - they were all diverse and no one looked the same. One sister in particular was Ellie - she was shorter than the rest of the girls. She had multi-colored hair that was short and shaggy. Her appearance was quite beautiful with her larger features that both attracted the two men.

“Cardinale, che ne dici di quella sorella Ellie (Cardinal, how about that sister Ellie). Eh?” Terzo whispered into Copia’s ear with a smug look on his face.

“È davvero stupenda. La sua voce suona come un angelo. Una delle mie sorelle preferite. (She's very gorgeous. Her voice sounds like an angel. One of my favorite Sisters.)” Copia replied with a grin on his face.

“Un adorabile Ghoul mi ha detto che quando è arrivata per la prima volta ha avuto un'avventura con il nostro caro fratello. (One lovely Ghoul told me that when she first arrived that she had a fling with our dear brother).” Terzo replied leaning back in his chair.

“Terzo, non voglio sentir parlare della tua vita sessuale. Per favore, tienilo per te. (Terzo, I don't want to hear about your sex life. Please keep it to yourself.)” Copia replied, rolling his eyes.

“Cardinale, il nostro caro fratello ha avuto una storia con la sorella. Quando lei è arrivata era in un brutto momento e hanno subito legato. Lei ha tirato fuori il meglio di lui: era finalmente avvicinabile. Detto tra noi, la prego, cardinale, non lo ripeta. Secondo l'ha tradita durante il loro ultimo ciclo di tournée.Lo scoprì da un'altra sorella e non lo perdonò mai. Sono passati alcuni mesi e lui spera ancora che lei gli conceda un po' di tempo. Si assicura costantemente che lei stia bene e che si sia sistemata. Grazie ai nostri adorabili ghoul. Sembra adorabile, forse le piacerebbe uno di noi? Eh? Forse non è il tuo tipo, ma è sicuramente il mio. (Cardinal, our dear brother had a fling with the sister. When she arrived she was in a bad place and they instantly connected. She brought out the best in him - he was finally approachable. Between us, please cardinal, don't repeat this. Secondo cheated on her during their last tour cycle. She found out from another sister and she never forgave him. It's been a few months and he still hopes that she'll give him the time of day. He constantly makes sure that she's okay and settled. Thanks to our lovely ghouls. She seems lovely, maybe she would go for one of us? Eh? She may not be your type but she's definitely mine.)” Terzo whispered, eyeing Ellie hard.

Ellie made direct eye contact with Copia and a blush filled her cheeks before she looked away. Mary, who was very popular, was constantly bullying her and today was the last straw that Terzo or Copia could handle. They both heard Mary abuse Ellie and degraded her. She grabbed her backpack that was behind the stage and ran out of the room. Copia looked at Terzo sadly and sighed.

“Mary, what the fuck are you doing? Do you want to be…eh.. Kicked out of the program? You’re so damn close. Stop being rude to Sister Ellie.” Terzo spoke loudly as he stood up from his chair.

Terzo was usually never upset about Sisters beating each other up. It was strange he seemed really interested in her life story as well. Copia was confused about his change of actions. But, Copia decided that he would worry about that later and go check out Ellie.

Copia looked high and low for her but eventually found her out in the courtyard under a tree. She looked extra beautiful in the sunlight with the wind gently toying with her hair. He watched her for a bit before slowly approaching. When finally in her space, he cleared his throat to catch her attention.

“H-hello.. E-Ellie I came to.. Eh…. make sure you’re okay? Do you mind if I sit?” He said softly implying to sit next to her.

“Of course, Cardinal. I’m okay, not doing great but thank you for checking on me. It means alot. But, confused on why I was the subject between you and Terzo?” She replied sitting up straight.

“You… u-understood our conversation? Oh goodness, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you …” He stuttered quickly.

“Secondo was teaching me until that happened. So, yes I understood every single word.” She replied with a sad tone.

Her attention was drifting towards the Emeritus balcony. Secondo was up there with a Sister. Copia could see her expression change drastically. She frantically gathered her things and shot herself up. 

“My apologies, Cardinal. Excuse me.” She said turning around quickly and disappearing back into the abbey.

He watched Secondo with the Sister for several minutes and studied their body language. The face of the sister was what shocked him the most. Whatever he felt at this point had to be buried because fighting Secondo was not an option, at least for Copia. The pair were kissing each other and that’s when Copia decided he had enough. He took a single deep breath and got himself off the ground. His mind raced as he walked helplessly down the halls in the abbey. Copia accidentally ended up at the doorstep of Secondo. His leathered fist was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened. A small sister came rushing out with tears down her cheeks and bite marks on her neck.

“Excuse me, Mary.” Copia said, moving out of the way and catching Secondo’s gaze.

“Entra, cardinale. Ho la sensazione che parleremo di una certa Sorella. (Come on in, Cardinal. I have a feeling we're going to talk about a certain Sister.).” He harshly said, turning around to gaze out the giant window facing the courtyard.

“Non voglio invadere la tua privacy... ma perché l'hai tradita? Perché dovresti fare qualcosa di così... peccaminoso? (I don't want to invade your privacy.. but why did you cheat on her? Why would you do something so... sinful?)” Copia replied, closing the door with some force.

“Cardinale, non mi aspetto che tu capisca. Alla fine sarebbe successo. Ma non volevo che accadesse così in fretta. Che tu ci creda o no, l'amavo. Sì, eravamo fottuti amici. Ma .. questo vecchio ha coltivato sentimenti. Non si adatta bene qui come speravo. Che Suor Mary otterrà ciò che le spetta. Ellie, oh mia cara Ellie... spero che si innamori di te o di Terzo. (Cardinal, I don't expect you to understand. It was going to happen eventually. But, I didn't mean for it to happen so quickly. Believe it or not, I loved her. Yes, we were fuck buddies. But.. this old man grew feelings. She doesn't fit as well here as I hoped. That Sister Mary will get what's coming for her soon. Ellie, oh my dear Ellie... I hope she falls in love with yourself or Terzo.)” He spoke with a monotone still facing the window. “Adesso, per favore, vattene dai miei alloggi. Dì al mio stupido fratello di comportarsi bene con lei. (Now, please get the fuck out of my quarters. Tell my dumb brother to behave with her).

Copia did as he was told and closed the door slowly behind him. He took multiple deep breaths and let everything he found out sink in. The dinner bell had started ringing and he made his way to the dining hall slowly. The hall was already full with sisters and brothers with the emeritus family at the head of the room. He nodded to the sisters as he approached the long table with Primo and Terzo filling their glasses with wine. Copia had a spot next to Terzo on the end and watched all the sisters mingle with each other.

“Where’s…Ellie? Have you seen her?” Terzo asked while slowly scanning the room.

“I haven’t seen her since she ran off earlier. Secondo was being…eh…chatty with Mary on that balcony of his.” Copia replied, fixing the napkin on his lap.

The hall doors opened slowly and Ellie walked in awkwardly looking around with swollen eyes. She headed for the food trays but my eyes shot across the room to where Mary stood up with her gang of Bullies. Copia swallowed hard because he knew something was about to happen. Mary and Ellie slowly approached each other and I slowly looked at Terzo. They couldn’t hear what was being said but the loud bang of the food tray caught both of their attention. Terzo stood up immediately and saw Ellie on the ground as she wore her dinner. Mary and her friends walked away laughing and caused an uproar in the hall. The laughs echoed off the tall walls and flooring. Copia and Terzo both caught Ellie’s eyes as she slowly wiped tears and food from her face.

[androidcharles]

Alright, posting this ahead of time so that way peeps can prepare fully! Either way, May 7th-14th (yes I know I added an extra day shut up) I'm declaring as Ellie Rose Week! That means all Ellie all the time! Some important things (and a more thorough explanation of the prompts) to note below the read more, but before I do that, I should let you guys know that I will be tracking the tag #ellie rose week so if you want your entries to be seen, tag your stuff as that! Or just @ me. Whatever works, really.

Some important things to note!

This isn't a competition! You won't get some kind of awesome prize for doing all the days or having the best art or anything! This is a just for fun thing that I thought I'd host!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO ALL THE DAYS! I cannot stress this enough, if you can't do all the days, don't force yourself to.

You don't have to do all the days on the designated day! You can take a week, a month, or a year to do any of these days and I won't care! It's all about having fun!

This is to spread some love for our favorite action girl Ellie! So if you don't like Ellie, then this week is probably not for you.

You can do any medium you see fit! Fan art, fan fic, fan animation, fan etched on stone tablet, express your love for Ellie in any form you choose!

Have lots of fun with this!

While the prompts are very open to interpretation, here's some notes about the prompts:

Day 1: Hobby/Headcanon- Basically whatever hobby you headcanon Ellie having or just a headcanon in general! Day 2: Fight/Dance- What it says on the tin. Either draw Ellie in an epic or doing a cool dance Day 3: AU/Crossover- Draw an AU (or your favorite AU) of Ellie or place her in another universe and see how she fares! Day 4: Shipping/Hang out- Either draw your favorite Ellie ship or just draw Ellie hanging out with someone in canon! Day 5: Fave Ending/Past- Your favorite ending involving Ellie or a headcanon or interpretation of Ellie's mysterious past. Day 6: Ruby/Gem- Give Ellie the Romanian Ruby (-angry Reg noises-). Or just surround her with pretty jewels. That she probably stole 😉 Day 7: Angst/Fluff- Basically what it says on the tin. An angsty scenario w/ Ellie or a sweet tooth rotting fluffy one. Day 8: Free Day- DRAW WHATEVER! I don't care, just draw Ellie!