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drenched with sweat or rainfall , she couldn't tell the salt from the fresh . it'd all soaked 'neath cotton fabric , making its home where crimson burned brown and rusted from old wounds she'd likely not felt in all of her rage - induced adrenaline rush . washed away like memories she'd wished would go away just as easy did the rain do her the favor of showering the dirt from her skin .
in her ears and heart the drumline of her pulse all - too rapid that if she'd focused hard enough she was sure it'd sound as though it were going to burst . in the back of her mind like an incessant scratching she'd wished to quell with dirtied nails just to satiate that itch was the image of abby burned bright ; she'd go through everybody and anybody to get to her . to avenge joel . to settle the score she'd felt uneven since his untimely death murder .
her breathing was something rapid like that of some feral animal that'd lost touch with the very thing called humanity and sanity ; her eyes filled with malice and her breaths coming through as short and sharp snarls . knife - tip pointed against fabric though feeling for flesh that could give way and generously spill what ellie would gleefully name " revenge " . the wlf â wolves or the washington liberation front , whatever they wished to name themselves mattered little to ellie ; she had their number .
" shut it , " the hiss of a shaky voice sounding all too reminiscent of something about to boil over as steel tip meets jugular vein . " you with them ? where's abby ? "
the quick flicker of olive depths the tell of a skillful eye ; no sign of a wlf patch , though it still wasn't a failsafe . through rain - slicked lashes did her fury burn , her head careening off to the side with skeptical gaze . as if practiced many - a - time from her adolescence to young adulthood did her foot catch betwixt the woman's , free hand twisting a wrist behind the back once pressed against cold concrete . now positioned at the back and blade still held firm against the other's throat did ellie's eyes scan the surrounding area ; after all , this were safer than taking her eyes off of the target .
" you alone ? not smart for a wolf to wander around here by themselves . . . you got friends patrolling the area ? and don't you fucking lie to me , or i'll fuck you up . "
[ đ©đąđ§đ§đđ ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage .
thinking about ellie and lara's first encounter ; maybe ellie thinks lara is affiliated with the WLF and abby . given ellie is on a rage - driven rampage across seattle , it's not entirely unlikely she wouldn't go for lara's throat almost immediately .
She shouldn't even be here. A quick trip to the States, she thought, just to check on a lead she had. She had taken a little break, after her latest bout with Trinity, and subsequently helping to restore Paititi, she had set aside some time to rest her mind and body. But that hadn't stopped her from planning her next big adventure. Unfortunately, those plans and that lead brought her here. From the frying pan and into the fire. As if she'd come to expect anything less, it was as if this sort of luck stuck with her since the Shipwreck. Lara had made herself a small camp just north of a nearby quarantine zone, tucked away and out of sight. But anytime a heavy rain came, she had to move in to find shelter. She had had quite enough of being cold and damp. Thankfully, the jacket she had chosen was good at keeping away the moisture of a drizzle. She had done a particularly good job of staying out of the view of the factions that roamed these cities. That was the last thing she wanted, to get caught up in some sort of pseudo-political mess. She admired the resolve of the human spirit, to trudge forward even in the face of such devastation. . . But she didn't want to be involved. At least, for as long as she could manage it. Spotting a good location to duck into to avoid the rain, the brunette stayed back a short time to watch for any movement. When there was no sign of such, she hurried across the street, and slipped in through the slightly opened door. Debris from the building's dilapidation propped it just enough for her body to fit. No more than two steps in before her back met damp concrete with a thud, a strike that knocked the air out of her lungs. She struggled at first, that was until her dark eyes focused in on just what, or who, had subdued her. Lara's gaze flickered from the soft, freckled features of her captor to the knife's edge that glinted at her side. Normally, she would have tried a bit harder, pushed more against someone who had made a move against her, even as minor as this. And while she did still give a bit of a fight, she stayed her hand. Something in her eyes, however hardened, she sensed. . . Something. "Not a very grand welcome for a fellow survivor," she finally managed, accent-laced words spoken at a low volume, but with plenty of grit and venom.
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đ± GET HER BACK ! (03)
content warnings: ellie a toxic ass bitch but whatâs new. smut kinda, angst, ellieâs new girl leaks our spicy pics.. swearing again idk what else
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Joel Miller x F!Reader
{ Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part II: Threads }
Rating:Â M
Summary: Joel has a problem. Having settled into some semblance of a 'normal' life in Jackson that no longer involves running for his life and living off scraps, his clothes are getting a little⊠tight. Self-conscious, he deals with it the way he does most things - he ignores it.
That is until one day, the zipper on his jeans finally gives up after one too many desperate tugs, leaving him stuck. With neither Tommy nor Ellie anywhere to be found to get him out of the tight spot, Joel begrudgingly heads to the clothing store heâs seen in town for help - and a new pair of jeans.
There, he meets you.
Warnings: Spicy thoughts, sexual tension, sexual innuendos, body insecurity, some language, Joel being unkind to himself, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!Joel, no use of Y/N
Word count: 6k
Notes:Â I haven't written anything this fast for a hot minute. It's both exciting and terrifying, especially as Joel is so new to the fandom. So this is a one-shot as it stands, but I'll be lying if I say I haven't thought about where this story can go. Please be gentle with me, Joel is easily the most intimidating Pedro boy I've written for so far. I hope this doesn't disappoint đ„ș
âTommmMMMMMYYYY!â
His voice echoes in the empty street, gruff with irritation. He can feel eyes on him - he always does, wherever he goes in this damn place - covert stares from behind curtains, peeking out of windows from the neighbouring houses.
The polished wood thumps hollowly under his fist. Head bowed in surrender, his forehead makes contact with the surface of the door with a dull thud.
âFuck,â he mutters under his breath.
Trudging back to the house thatâs been allocated to him - he still struggles to think of it as his - he slams the door shut behind him so hard that the sound rings in his ears. Well, more in his left than his right.
Tossing the keys onto a chest of drawers in the hallway, he yells in a last-ditch attempt, âEllieeee!â
The house is silent.
The one time he needs either of them, neither can be found anywhere. Even Maria has made herself scarce - not that heâd ask her for help for this.
This being these stupid fucking jeans.Â
His trusty jeans that heâs worn for years, other than on laundry days, which were few and far in between. Theyâve literally seen him through thick and thin - the knees are so worn he can almost see the web of white thread beneath the denim.
Tess had gotten him these jeans. Stole them, if he remembers correctly. Once upon a time, he needed a belt to hold them up, or theyâd hang down to his ass crack. By the time Ellie came into the picture, they fit well enough to render the belt redundant. He could still easily fit things into his pockets though, like a map or a switchblade.
But now -Â
Now heâs stuck, and he canât get them off.
If heâs being honest with himself, the jeans havenât fit for months. The jobs in Jackson donât come anywhere close to the backbreaking work in the QZ or being on the road with Ellie. The food is plentiful even during the harsh winter, and as much as he looks down his ideological nose at it, Maria deserves credit for the thriving commune.
He had a late start this morning. Ellie had already vacated the house by the time he came to. He was on autopilot, distracted by his thoughts about the porch steps that have rotted and need to be replaced.Â
He was making plans in his head to nip down to the workshop to get the wooden planks when he started getting dressed. Stepping into the legs of the jeans, he pulled them up, hopping to stretch them over his thighs. Out of habit, he sucked in his belly to button them up, the waistband seemingly even tighter than usual.Â
He relegated that to the back of his mind, the same way heâs ignored the fact that the jeans have been uncomfortably tight for months - to the point of hindering his movement when he lays bricks, or cuts off his breathing when he sits down. But heâs gotten used to it, like he does everything else. Heâs Joel Miller with the stiff upper lip, after all.
The zipper was next. As usual, he met resistance about halfway up. Baring his teeth, he gripped the tongue of the zipper and yanked upwards.Â
Except this time, it didnât budge. Grumbling, he pulled harder, feeling the burn in his biceps -
It happened so quickly that he wasnât even aware until he was wheeling backwards from the force, his arm flying up in an arc - and a metallic clink behind him registered faintly in his good ear.Â
Disoriented, he glanced down at the zipper. The slider had come clean off.
âFuck,â he swore and turned to the full-length mirror on the wall to inspect the damage. Running an experimental finger along the seam, it was clear that the zipper had somehow snagged on the denim. It was stuck. Dead stuck.
Turning the house inside out, he couldnât find a single pair of scissors, and there isnât enough space to fit a knife in without slicing himself open, at which point he left on his ultimately fruitless search for reinforcement.
Joel scrubs a tired hand down his face. Heâs never been a vain guy - Tommy is that sibling. But heâs never needed to stress about his looks either, with contracting keeping him in shape before the outbreak, and the fight for survival after - until now.
Grabbing his jacket, he shrugs it on, hyper-conscious of whether itâs a tighter squeeze than usual (fortunately not) - and heads into town.
Main Street Outfitters, the only clothing store in Jackson, sits in the middle of the high street, sandwiched between the pub on one side and the welderâs on the other. For the most part, residents come in to trade in old clothes for new ones, but thereâs also a nicer selection for the occasional party that one can barter for.
Youâre in the workshop at the back, the afternoon sun filling the room through the skylight.Â
With your skill in thread and needle, you were the obvious candidate for the job when you arrived in Jackson. Over the years, it has become your sanctuary. The walls are lined with wooden shelves, where neat - though mismatched - boxes of buttons, trimmings, thread and trinkets slot perfectly into place.
You spend the days checking over incoming clothes after they come back from the laundry, making sure they are in reasonable condition and mending those that are not. The shop also charges for adjustments and repairs, and the tasks easily fill your working hours.
Itâs a Tuesday, and itâs usually quiet this time of the afternoon. If youâre lucky, you can be undisturbed until you clock off at five - which is why youâre surprised when you hear the tinkle of the doorbell.
The footfall is heavy, it sounds like a strong work boot. You hold your breath and your fingers hover mid-air as the door shuts with a slam. You hear the customer clear his throat - definitely a man - as you wait in vain for the front of house to greet him.
But of course Lucy has sneaked out again. Sheâs a sweet girl, but manning the counter has always been too dull for her.
âHello?â
The voice is deep and gravelly, and despite your reluctance, it doesnât sit well with your work ethic to keep a customer waiting. Sticking the needle into a pin cushion, you noiselessly rise from your seat and make your way to the front of the shop.
Your first glimpse of him is his back. Standing in front of a rack of jeans, the grays in his hair catch the light streaming through the shop front windows. You study him for a minute, curious eyes running over the width of broad shoulders under a beat-up, khaki jacket. Lower, his jeans are⊠well-worn, to put it kindly. And from sight, a sitting a bit tight on his hips -
You must have shifted your feet without you noticing. At the minutest creak of wood, the man whips around, one hand reaching behind him in search of the butt of a loaded gun or the hilt of a knife. Itâs your good fortune that you see neither on him. The intensity of his gaze is just as effective as a blade on your neck to pin you to your spot.
Thereâs no question that heâs a newcomer. Youâve seen the same kind of intensity in everyone whoâs braved whatâs out there to get here.
But even if that didnât give him away, you already know who he is. Heâs Tommyâs brother. Joel, if you remember correctly. Maria approached you for some clothes a few months back when he arrived with his kid for the second time. Theyâve been the talk of town since - not that you listen. In fact, you try not to, but you canât help it if someone talks loudly enough at the next table in the canteen to interrupt your lunchtime reading.
âSorry,â he mumbles as the tension in his body recedes. âYouâre very quiet.â
You duck your head. âSorry.â
âYou work here?â
Wringing your fingers nervously, you nod and take two timid steps towards him, hoping he doesnât hear the tremour in your voice. âHow can I help?â
Youâve heard things about Joel Miller. The words most frequently whispered as he ambles by in town include ruthless, cold-blooded and steer clear.
You canât exactly reconcile the man in front of you with those particular words right now.
Thereâs nothing that speaks to ruthlessness in the way he averts his eyes and shuffles his feet, the blunt tip of his shoes catching the wooden floor. You also find it hard to believe that a truly cold-blooded person would willingly cross the country and all its horrors in search of his brother, or take a teenager under his wing.
You might not think much of yourself, but you know that your judgement of character has kept you alive so far. And your instinct isnât telling you to steer clear of this man - quite the opposite, in fact.
But thatâs neither here nor there.
He rubs the back of his neck, uncomfortable with your scrutiny. âJust lookinâ for some new jeans.â
âAlright,â you reply, taking the remaining five steps to the other end of the jeans rack, a safe distance away from him. âWhatâs your size?â
To your surprise, he huffs a sardonic laugh. âAt least one up from whatever I have on right now.â
Sucking in a breath, you gesture vaguely at him. âUm, do you mind if I take a look at uh - you? So I can guess what size will fit you?â
Youâre used to being the most awkward person in the room wherever you go, but this man is giving you a pretty good run for your money right now. While you divert your gaze as he unbuttons the front of his jacket, he fixes his somewhere over your shoulder to the right, grinding his teeth, as if he wishes he was anywhere but here.
Dragging your eyes back to him, you take stock of your customer as he sweeps the lapels of the jacket to the side. Underneath, the green flannel cuts off at the top of the jeans, and you see the soft pouch of his abdomen beneath the fabric. While the shirt is well-fitted, the jeans are obviously too small. The waistband bites into his sides, you can see the subtle overhang of his love handles. Even by the way heâs standing you can tell heâs uncomfortable, packed in way too tight in the denim.
And then⊠you really shouldnât, but you stare at the front of the jeans. Now, you know for a fact that the fit will be just as snug there even if he goes a size upâŠ
âSorry, not much to look at,â he grunts, breaking the silence.
Taken aback by the self-derision in his voice, the words leave your mouth before they register, sharper than you mean them to be. âDonât say that.â
He blinks at you. âWhat?â
You gape at him. Does he really not see? His tall, solid frame? The strong columns of his thighs? Is this man blind on top of being frustratingly attractive -?
But of course you can never say that. Instead, you pull out three different pairs of jeans in quick succession and all but throw them at him, heat prickling the tips of your ears as the disbelief that you spoke to a customer like that sinks in.
âThe dressing room is there,â you squeak, pointing at the far corner. âIâll be at the back if you need any help -â
You turn on your heels, in a hurry to get back to your workshop, but you only get halfway through the spin. It takes you three seconds to realise why - his calloused palm is on your wrist, holding you in place.
âActually, I do need help - I broke the zipper, and Iâm stuck in these damn jeans.â
You ignore the clench of your stomach at the way he spits out the word damn. Youâre not big on swearing, but the cuss word sounds good rolling off his tongue in his Southern twang.
To your horror, a giggle bubbles up your throat before you can slap a palm over your mouth.
âIâm so, so sorry,â you apologise profusely, heat flooding your cheeks.Â
You stare in consternation when those broad shoulders of his quake, a half-smile on his lips as they part in a scratchy chuckle. âTrust me, Iâm glad I found you first. My brother or my kid would have given me a much harder time. Probably wouldâve pissed their pants laughinâ.â
Despite yourself, you smile back with a weak attempt at a joke. âI mean, Iâll try not to -â
He smirks, the corners of his eyes crinkling. âThatâs all I can ask for.â
You lead the way to the back of the shop and Joel follows three polite steps behind, pausing by the doorway. Running practised eyes over the space, the contractor in him appreciates the well-built skylight and the sturdy furniture in the room, pieces that were clearly built to last. He places the jeans you picked out for him on the big work table, made of strong timber and aged with time.Â
He picked up a change in your demeanour the moment you crossed the threshold into the workshop. Thereâs a quiet confidence in your measured steps, the way you move speaking volumes - this is clearly your place, and youâre so much more comfortable in your skin here.
You point at the spot marked by a round, cosy rug directly beneath the skylight. âCould you stand there for me?â
Doing as heâs told, he startles when you march straight up to him, sliding your palms under the shoulders of his jacket to push it off. Your front brushes his chest briefly when you reach around to catch it, but not brief enough for him to ignore the soft swell of your breasts pressed up against him.
Joel is all too aware of his pulse going from zero to a hundred at the fleeting touch, the collar of his shirt suddenly a bit too tight. For fuckâs sake, Miller. Itâs been an embarrassingly long time since his head has gone anywhere near there, but of course it has to happen at the most inconvenient moment.
At least you donât seem to notice, draping his jacket over the back of a chair before retrieving a pair of tailorâs scissors from one meticulously organised drawer.
Just when he thinks heâs gotten a handle on himself, you hit him with a non-sequitur. âAre you wearing underwear?â
Only when Joel splutters wordlessly does the full weight of the question seem to hit you. You stutter, âOh god, I didnât - I mean - I only asked because if push comes to shove, and I have to cut through the jeans, I donât want to ruin any underwear youâre wearing -â
You trail off, and itâs his turn to stammer, scratching an invisible itch on his elbow as he struggles to remember what he usually does with his hands.
âNo, no, I get it. Iâm ahem -,â he pauses with a cough. âIâm not actually wearinâ any underwear right now. Not out of habit, itâs just that Iâve been barely squeezinâ into the stupid jeans even without it.â
His honest answer seems to put you at ease, and you purse your lips. âSounds uncomfortable.â
He shrugs. âHave been for months.â
âIâm sorry.â
He arches an eyebrow. âWhat for?â
âThat youâve been uncomfortable. Thatâs one thing clothes shouldnât be.â
Not quite knowing how to answer you, he watches you grab a velvet cushioned footstool from under the work table and place it squarely at his feet. Then, without further preamble, you sink onto your knees in front of him, knocking the air clean out of his lungs.
As he stares down at the crown of your head, your nose at the level of his waistband, he muses that he hasnât seen this view for a long time, a very long time. His fingers twitch at his sides, and he closes his eyes, fighting the base instinct to cup the back of your head in his palm and to pull you close -
He breathes out hard through his nostrils and clenches his jaw, casting his gaze heavenwards through the skylight as he actually prays for the first time in years.
Donât you fucking dare get hard, Miller.
You chew on the inside of your mouth as you consider whatâs before you. Itâs tricky. The jeans are unbuttoned and zipped up most of the way, but the denim has been caught tight in the metallic teeth, and the handle of the zipper yanked clean off.
Cocking your head to one side, you think out loud. âI think we should at least try and unsnag the zipper before cutting. But weâre going to need some lubrication, and weâll need to give it a really good, firm tug -â
The man chokes on nothing above you, and you frown up at him in a question.
Clearing his throat loudly, he asks through gritted teeth, âDo we have to?â
âI mean, I can just cut open the jeans, but then youâll definitely have to trade in something extra to cover the costs of the repairs -â
He interrupts, âThat. Letâs do that.â
âAlright, your call,â you say with a nod. âCan you hold up your shirt?â
You try not to gawk when he draws up the tails of his flannel, revealing his soft stomach underneath. The mid-rise jeans cut off beneath his belly button, and you eye the trail that sneaks full and dark under the waistband. Heâs obviously sucking his tummy in, and you catch yourself wishing he doesnât feel like he has to.
You bite your bottom lip. âDo you think you can fit a couple of fingers into the waistband so I can slide the scissors in? Theyâre sharp, I donât want to cut you.â
You watch as he tries, first his index finger, then his middle, but he can barely squeeze in beyond the nail, which turns completely colourless from the pressure. He sighs in surrender. âMfraid youâll have to, sweetheart.â
You have to close your eyes for a moment, your head swimming. Youâre not sure whether itâs from the sweetheart, or the fact that he wants you to stick your hand down the front of his pants.Â
Well, not exactly that he wants you to. And not your hand. But still.
You squeak. âDo I have to?â
He pins you a sarcastic arch of his eyebrows. âWell, if youâre sure that you wonât cut my dick off -â
Your face heats up at his blunt words, falling back onto your haunches. âGreat, now youâve got me worried -â
Palms up in apology, he shrugs. âSorry -â
âNo, no, youâre right. I donât want to accidentally castrate you,â you sigh. âAre you - um - well adjusted in there?â
âIâd go down the right side of the zipper,â he answers diplomatically.
Taking a deep breath, you ask, âReady?â
âWhenever you are, sweetheart.â
The first contact is the brush of your knuckles against his stomach, the skin warm and soft on the back of your fingers. You donât dare look up, but you can feel his eyes on you as you burrow your index finger under the waistband. Though itâs a squeeze, you manage to wriggle in nail side down, creating a small gap - still not quite enough to get the scissors in without nicking him.
Talking more to yourself, you mumble, âBetter safe than sorry. Let me just get one more finger in -â
Joel chokes so hard that you almost jump back in fright, frowning at him as he catches his breath. âAre you okay? Do you need some water?â
His voice tight, he shakes his head. âNo, Iâm fine.â
You wait a beat to make sure he doesnât go into another coughing fit. When the coast is clear, you gesture at his jeans. âCan I just -âÂ
âGet one more finger in?â he finishes your sentence in his raspy baritone.Â
You finally hear it when he says it like that. And oh god, your ears burn as you stare up at him, lips parted, torn between outrage and a very disorienting arousal. âYou - you -â
A wicked smirk tugs unexpectedly at the corner of his mouth. âI already tried, sweetheart. My fingers are too big to fit inside.â
The touch of playful condescension in his tone has your jaw going slack, and your brain practically short-circuits at the thoughts of where else they are too big to fit inside of -
So as it turns out, youâre brave, or just downright stupid, when youâre turned on. Next thing you know, you hear yourself telling him off. âI could just leave you in those jeans you know.â
Joel smiles wider, and retorts, âI donât think you would.â
âJust because Iâm shy doesnât mean I donât have a mean streak,â you shoot back.
He seems pleased to have lured you out of your shell, grinning down at you. âBelieve me, Iâm shakinâ in my boots, sweetheart.â
Itâs really unfair that he looks this good from where you are on your knees. His eyes are hooded, curls flecked with grays sweeping his forehead. Even though the apocalypse has left its marks on him in wrinkles, frown lines, and smudged bags under his eyes, it has clearly not taken away from that proud nose or plush lips -
Steadying yourself with a deep inhale, you shake yourself out of it. With an in, itâs slightly easier to push in your middle finger into the waistband to widen the gap. Happy with the quarter inch of space, you hold up the scissors. âIâm ready to cut if you are.â
He nods his acquiesce. âDo your worst.â
Opening up the scissors and carefully fitting the blade beneath the denim, you carefully begin snipping away. They are sharp, but the fabric is tough and youâre conscious of the very tight fit, so you take it slow.
You pause when youâre a couple of inches in, when Joel lets out a groan of relief. Absent-mindedly, you run a soothing thumb over the angry, red indents the waistband dug into the soft pouch of his tummy, sending a shudder through him.Â
âSorry,â you squeak, snatching back your hand as if he burns you.Â
Too preoccupied with the relief of being able to breathe, Joel shakes his head. âDonât be. Just keep going. Please.âÂ
Why is that one word - six letters - making your breath hitch?
Gripping the top of the now open fly and pinning it against his body so you donât accidentally see anything youâre not meant to see - whether you want to deliberately is a completely different matter - you hunker down and keep cutting along the zipper.Â
Each snip gets easier as the jeans release their death grip on him. The right side of the fly falls away as you cut, the denim peeling back slowly to expose the skin underneath. Your eyes drift to the curve of the pubic bone thatâs now completely in view, and itâs taking everything you have to not lean over and run the broad of your tongue along it -
How long has it been since youâve been with a man? When was the last time you had someone stand before you, pants unzipped and hanging open -
With tremendous fortitude, you tear your eyes away to check on him, âAll good?â
The grunt of respite that he lets out is almost guttural, going straight between your legs. âFeels so fuckinâ good to breathe.â
âBefore I keep going, do you want to - uh - rearrange yourself?â
You expect him to turn around, or at least give you a second to turn around to give him some privacy, but heâs obviously been too deprived of oxygen to think straight. One big palm snakes down his front, right in your face, and he cups himself through the denim.
You stop breathing, eyes wide as he adjusts himself.Â
Holy fuck.
When heâs done, he gives you a thumbs up. âAll good.â
This is it. Youâre not making it out of this alive.
You can barely get the words out, your throat suddenly drier than sandpaper. âCan you, um, hold up the other side of the fly?â
When he does, you stare at his hand next to yours. How is it so big? The veins are prominent on the back, leading down to thick fingers, the nails neatly trimmed and clean - but you bet thereâs residue gunpowder underneath.
Thereâs still a slither of skin peeking through the V of the fly as the scissors slice through the denim, following his happy trail. The lower you go, the thicker and darker the curls, and goddamnit - what is wrong with you - all you can think about is burying your nose right in there, nudging through the hair, lower and lower and lower still -
A sharp pain on your left finger makes you yelp, the scissors falling from your other hand to the floor with a loud clang. A small bead of blood wells up on the tip where the sharp blade nicked it, and in a panic, you let go of his jeans.
âShit,â Joel curses and covers himself up quickly, his brow furrowed in concern. âYou okay?â
You nod in embarrassment while you get on your feet. âI - my hand just slipped. Itâs nothing, the smallest cut, Iâm fine -â
Well, to be fair, you were fine - until he grabs your left wrist, brings your hand up to his face and sucks your bleeding fingertip into his mouth.Â
As if itâs the logical thing to do.
Your knees buckle, and you collapse into his front, but he doesnât even budge, as if you weigh nothing. Taking a deep breath - wood smoke, simple soap and man fill your lungs. Peering up at him through your lashes, you spot the silver flanking the hinge of his jaw, leading down to a peculiar bare patch on the left side of his beard.
He watches you back as he releases your finger with a wet pop. Tracing his bottom lip with his tongue, he pronounces, âJust a small cut. Youâll live.â
Will you though? Because it feels like youâre on the verge of expiring from breathlessness.Â
He glances down at his front, which heâs still holding up. âI guess I can get out of these now.â
It takes you three seconds to catch up before you stumble backwards. âYes, of course. Sorry.â
âThank you for freeing me,â he says with a lopsided smile.
You duck your head, unable to meet his gaze all of a sudden - hypocrite, you had no problem perving on him a minute ago - and nod at the jeans on the table. âWhy donât you try those on?â
He clears his throat. âI, uh, should probably put on some underwear first.â
You barely manage to hold back from smacking yourself on the forehead. âOf course. We do have some in stock. Boxers or briefs?â
He looks amused. âWhat do you think, sweetheart?â
You hesitate, but you force yourself to be brave and venture a guess. âBoxers.â
He winks, and you grin back.
Joel hovers uncertainly in front of the mirror in the fitting room, having exhausted all the angles he can see twice, and wonders if heâs been dithering for too long. Heâs not even sure what heâs looking at anymore, so he bites the bullet and draws back the curtain.
âHow do they feel?â you ask.
He was counting on some hint from you, but you give nothing away. So he shrugs, hands on hips. âI honestly canât tell you.â
âMay I?â
At his nod, you step into his space, and he watches as you hook your fingers into the belt loops on either side of the jeans and pull them up, as if gauging the size. He holds his breath as your hair grazes the front of his chest.
âTheyâre a bit loose, to be honest,â you tell him.
He scoffs self-decrepatingly. âProbably not for long at the rate Iâm going.â
You take a step back and level him with a glare. âStop it.â
He frowns, hackles rising. âWhat?â
âStop putting yourself down.â
That he didnât expect. He protests, âIâm not putting myself down -â
âYes, yes, you are,â you interrupt him with a boldness that has his eyebrows reaching for his hairline. With fire in your eyes, you go toe to toe with him, poking him in the chest with a firm finger. âYouâre alive, youâre safe here, and youâre fit as hell. If youâre going to make fun of yourself for putting on a bit of healthy weight, you can go ahead and get out of my shop.â
Warmth blooms in his chest as Joel stares down at you, breathing heavily after your little speech but showing no intention of backing down. You donât know him, but for some reason, youâre fighting his corner.
That shouldnât feel as good as it does.
Pursing his lips, he towers over you as he teases, âYou think Iâm fit as hell, sweetheart?â
With a roll of your eyes, you walk backwards to the shelves, rummaging through the sizes before returning with a pair of dark wash jeans. You quip, âDonât fish for compliments, itâs unbecoming.â
You snap the curtain shut in his face with a flick of your wrist before he can answer, and he chuckles to himself as pulls on the jeans you picked out for him.
When he pushes open the curtain again, Joel doesnât miss the way you pause as you stare.
The waistband sits on his hips without cutting into his stomach, and heâs pleased that he can comfortably slide his hands into the pockets. The denim wraps firmly, but not tightly, against his backside, holding his thighs comfortably and falling straight down to the ankles. The wash is dark and flattering, smarter than his old ones.
When the silence has stretched on long enough, Joel shifts on his feet and asks, âWell?â
You turn the question back at him. âWhat do you think?â
He shrugs. âTheyâre alright, I guess.â
With a tilt of your head, you prompt, âYou can say it, you know.â
âSay what?â
âYou can say that you look good.â
Joel huffs, shaking his head and catching his reflection in the mirror as he does. At your look of insistence, he reluctantly parrots back, âAlright. I look good. Happy, sweetheart?â
Then you smile, really smile, and he feels himself soften - his eyes, his face, his mouth, his fucking old, rickety knees -
Suddenly, the bell over the door rings and a woman bustles in. âIâm so sorry, Pin! I know Iâve been gone a long time, but I got your favourite tea to make it up to you -â
She stops abruptly when she spots him. âHey! Youâre Joel Miller, arenât you?â
Before he can answer, she crosses the shop in a bundle of energy, sticking her hand out. âIâm Lucy, Iâm a friend of Tommy and Mariaâs. Itâs so nice to finally meet you.â
He lets her shake his hand, then she continues without skipping a beat. âHow are you settling in? You got that house in the street near the stables right? Itâs great, itâs quiet but not too far from everything -â
Since she doesnât seem interested in his participation in this conversation, he doesnât. But he notices, with regret, the way you start to retreat, the shyness making a return in the shadow of her clearly more outgoing friend - like a bad habit.
Heâs suddenly aware of a lull, and that Lucy is looking at him expectantly, like sheâs just asked a question that he didnât hear.
âYeah sure,â he replies dismissively, stopping you with a hand on your wrist just as you try to slink away unnoticed. âHey, wait a second -â
To Lucyâs credit, she picks up on the snub and the energy between the two of you at the same time. Instead of taking offence, she gives you a knowing look and points towards the back diplomatically. âYou know what Pin, I just bumped into Maria and she asked me something about our fabric inventory, so I better go check it out. Iâll see you around, Joel.â
With a wink in your direction, Lucy makes herself scarce, leaving the tea on the counter for you.
Joelâs quiet for a beat when youâre left alone again. âSorry, I didnât mean to run off your friend, but I just wanted to uh - thank you. For all this.â He pauses, then adds, âLike she said, Iâm Joel. Probably shouldâve introduced myself before I asked you to cut me out of my jeans.â
You quip, âThereâs always next time.â
He chuckles, and asks, âDid your friend just call you - Pin?â
âItâs just a silly nickname,â you explain. âAs in pins and needles, for obvious reasons.â
Then you give him your real name and your hand, his palm warm and calloused against yours as he shakes it firmly. When he lets you go, you notice the watch on his wrist, the veins of broken glass on the face catching the light.Â
Nodding at it, you ask, âDo you need that fixed? Thereâs a repair guy down the road who can fix anything.â
Confused for a moment about what youâre referring to, Joel pauses before realisation dawns on him. His answer is suddenly polite, a stark contrast to the light-hearted conversation just now. âNo, I - I like it this way. But thanks.â
You donât miss the emotional weight behind his words, and the air thickens with unspoken meaning, but you know better than to ask.Â
âI understand,â you say simply.
Everyone has something like the watch is to him. God knows you do. A moment of quiet understanding passes between you, one that needs no words.
Breaking the silence, he says, âSo, you mentioned Iâll need to trade in something else for these jeans -â
You dismiss that notion with a wave of your hand. âOh no, itâs ok. I got it.â
âYou donât have to -â
You shut him down. âItâs not a big deal, it will take me two minutes to replace the zipper.â
He hesitates. âAnd the boxers -â
Passing him his jacket, you insist, âSeriously, Joel, donât worry about it.â
His fingers brush yours when he takes it from you and shrugs it on. You try not to look too conspicuously when the bottom of his shirt draws up, flashing a bit of tummy, but itâs gone too quickly. With a nod, he concedes reluctantly, âYou really shouldnât, but thank you. I owe you one.â
You roll your eyes with no real exasperation as you walk him towards the exit. âI know you havenât been here for long - thatâs just how things work around these parts. We do things for each other, you donât owe me anything.â Pulling the door open, you give him one last grin. âWelcome to Jackson, Joel.â
âThanks, Pin,â he says as he crosses the threshold. He pauses on the porch and looks around the high street slowly, as if heâs taking it in for the first time. He then turns to you with a parting wink that is charged with easy confidence. âI think Iâll like it here.â
You linger by the door, leaning against the frame as he jogs down the front steps with a swagger, watching in appreciation at the way his new jeans frame his backside. You smile when he slides his hands into his pockets as he walks away, the afternoon breeze ruffling his curls and the sun warming his broad shoulders.
You think youâll like him here as well.
Notes: As I was writing this, I couldn't help thinking that it reminded me of Grays đ What can I say? I want to give middle-aged men in need of self-love all the reassurance that they need. I hope you enjoyed Pin and Joel's meet-cute, I'm honestly so nervous about this fic I had to stop myself from compulsively over-editing.
Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated as always đ„°
P.S. Apparently, there is a Main Street Outfitter in the game, so I ran with it.
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black!fem!reader does bsf!ellieâs make up for fun. friends to lovers. yearning. i typed âdollâ instead of y/n, replace with ur name. wc 1.5k this is a reupload from my old account!
ellie had no idea why she even agreed to this. she tended to be much more easy-going when she was high, but still. she hated make-up. she absolutely loathed the way it felt on her skin. it felt like a mask â thick, heavy. felt like her pores were suffocating on whatever chemicals made up the composition of the products. and god⊠donât get her started on cleaning it off. so much of it was meant to be waterproof or long wear, getting rid of make-up was almost as deliberate of an effort as putting it on.
but then her olive eyes flickered up to catch her face. doll. and the meaning found ellie. suddenly, it all made sense why ellie agreed to letting her make-up-loving best friend play around on her canvas.
doll only wore an absent-minded smile, holding ellieâs soft face in her fingertips as she used a weird egg-shaped sponge to press the concealer into her under eye. pleasantly oblivious. itâs like the pretty woman had blinders on. her gaze was fixed on the little space beneath ellieâs eyes and she was so deeply absorbed into the process of achieving an âairbrushed finish,â she didnât notice ellie melting to her touch like putty. she didnât notice those very green-colored marbled eyes drinking her in.
from dollâs beautiful sun-kissed brown complexion⊠to her thick, dark coils put up in a pineapple bun⊠to the acrylic nails ellie could feel slightly pressing into the flesh of her cheek⊠to that playfully delicate smile on her plump, glossy lips⊠to the silage of spicy sweetness enveloping the both of them. even the dreamy, watery sound of kelela playing from ellieâs bedroom bluetooth as the two of them shared the space of her bathroom â ellie sitting on the sink, dollâs waist wedged between her thighs.
it made sense now.
âi didnât put a lot of concealer âcuz,â doll began, her voice as soft as her fingertips, âi wanted to show your freckles.â she continued pressing the sponge into ellieâs under eyes. âi really like them.â
ellie felt herself melting even more. she was sure doll would be able to feel and see the heat pooling in her pale cheeks â a recipe composed of three ingredients: shock, fondness, and embarrassment.
âreally?â ellie cautioned. âi used to get made fun of for my freckles⊠i kinda didnât like them.â
dollâs face contorted into an expression of disapproval as she pulled her hands away from ellieâs face and set the beauty blender back into her make-up box.
âtheyâre cute,â she affirmed and shifted through her box in search of a lip product.
ellie for sure was blushing. âthank you.â
the girl only beamed. her chestnut face radiated such a glow and warmth, it was infectious. she was like the sun. âyouâre welcome, elâ.â then she grabbed the product she was looking for â her nyx liner and a nyx butter gloss.
setting the gloss down, doll picked the liner up and returned her decorated fingers to ellieâs warm chin (the blushing heated her entire face). then doll brought herself closer to ellie⊠squeezing between her legs as she lowered the pencil onto her lip. gently, she swiped the colored tip along her skin.
âweâre almost doneâŠâ she muttered softly. âjust the lips nowâŠâ
the paler girlâs entire body grew hot. doll was sooo close, ellie could see the beauty marks speckled around her eyes. her lashes were thick, long, and curly⊠framing those sweet irises of hers. and those irises were trained on her lips⊠attentively lining them with a pencil. having such a pretty girl focusing so much attention on her mouth made her a bit nervous. ellie wasnât undisciplined around attractive women. but this was different. she was different.
âopen your mouth a littleâŠâ doll instructed. and ellie found herself thoughtlessly obeying, parting her lips slightly so that doll could more easily access the corners of her lips. âgoodâŠâ
oh god. ellie felt her eyebrows furrow at the hushed praise. she never really was the type of person to just obey someone else. sheâs always been headstrong and a bit stubborn. but doll had powers over her that were unheard of. doll could tell ellie to move the ocean with a fork and ellie would do just that.
the coily-headed girl slightly blurred the lining of the pencil with the pad of her thumb. ellie only froze at the contact. and began imagining that the digit was instead dollâs lips â they were so plush, full, and juicy. she wondered how it felt to kiss her.
then doll set the pencil down and exchanged it for the gloss. it was peachy with a touch of red. she loosened the top and then raised her hand up to ellieâs lips. slowly, she painted them with the creamy substance.
âpretty,â doll praised with a smile beginning to spread across her face as the look finally came together. she pulled the applicator away and fastened it closed, wearing a proud expression as she marveled at her work.
it was a soft make-up look, since doll knew ellie hated make-up. âclean girl,â as they say on tiktok. no foundation, just a skin tint. some light concealer. a bit of mascara. some rosy blush and that to die for lip combo. it was worn well on ellieâs face â a nice little complement to her features without overpowering them and overwhelming her.
ellie felt like a deer in headlights. like an alien. she had never been someoneâs muse before, so the praises were foreign. she only slouched as she sat on her sink, interlocked her hands together in her lap as she nervously wriggled her toes. her shoulders were high. poor baby was nervous.
âyou look so cute,â doll gushed. she noticed that ellie seemed to feel a bit unnerved by the spotlight. but doll couldnât help but profess how she felt. ellie only awkwardly half-smiled in response, to which doll rolled her eyes and wrapped her hand around ellieâs wrist, tugging it as if to pull her beside her.
âcome down, ellie. turn around.â
once again, ellie mindlessly obliged and pushed herself off of the sink counter, easily towering over doll. but the shorter girlâs big spirit made ellie feel a bit⊠small. not in a bad way⊠but more like the whole world was doll, and ellie was her satellite.
doll wrapped her arms around ellieâs arm comfortingly with a beaming expression. âlook at yourself. you are so cute.â
ellie hesitantly looked up into the mirror, standing awkward as ever. she held the hem of her hoodieâs sleeves in the palm of her hands and raised her gaze to her face. and the reflected image staring back at her was someone she could barely register as herself. she was so used to her bare face that such slight changes in her appearance could almost disorient her, but it wasnât a negative experience. being so close to doll⊠ellie could even smell the strawberry conditioning deep mask in dollâs curly tendrils. feeling those soft hands on her face as she stood between ellieâs thighs. it was a core memory.
her rosy-painted cheeks merely imitated her actual flush. at her reflection, she could only offer an awkward little smile. like she was reluctant to admit she actually did look pretty cute. unlike herself, but cute. in a way, her head seemed like it was borrowed from another body in comparison to her hoodie, band tee shirt, and ripped jeans. but it was her.
dollâs own painted face smiled up at her. a soft glam. glitzy and doll-like. beautiful as ever. maxi dress-adorned body molded into ellieâs side. in many ways, they opposed each other. but ellie couldnât help but love to see them side by side.
âyeah, it does look good,â ellie had to agree. then she pulled her eyes away from the mirror and looked down at her friend. âthank you.â
dollâs eyebrows cautiously furrowed. her happy smile became a bit insecure as she removed herself from ellieâs side. âdo⊠do you like it? you donât sound very happy.â oh god her voice sounded so small, it physically hurt.
ellieâs eyes widened. âno no no! i love it! you did amazing,â she reassured. then her expression became bashful. âiâm just not used to seeing myself like this.â
doll looked at her curiously as she walked over to the bathroom sink and began assorting her make-up products back into the little container. âlike what?â she was turned away from ellie, but they could still see each other in the bathroom mirror.
ellie flushed. âyou know⊠all pretty and stuff.â
doll halted as if she were being insulted. her eyes flicked up into the reflective surface, meeting ellieâs gaze. dollâs face was doused in a somber sincerity and her lips formed a slight pout.
then she turned around to look ellie in her face. ellieâs eyes widened in response to those big, doe-like eyes fluttering up at her like butterfly wings. but doll didnât react to that. she only shook her head to ellieâs statement and what it implied. then candidly, she corrected her friend.
âyou are pretty, ellie. really pretty.â
ellie felt like her insides turned to mush. her breath got caught in her throat as it hitched, and she felt her palms grow a bit moist as her whole body heated in response to her words.
âreally?â ellie questioned, feeling her cheeks blush beneath the rare beauty applied to them.
doll nodded. âmhm.â she licked her lips. âyou are.â
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summary: joel miller headcanons
warnings: slight allusions to spicy stuff, nothing too graphic. ellie's a menace
~now, i'm going to get this out of the way because i know what you fiends came here for
~yes, there's an age gap. nothing too crazy, of course
~definitely grumpy and sunshine vibes, even if you're a grumpy mess too. nothing tops him (especially not in be-)
~he definitely was reluctant at the start when getting to know you. we all know how "amazing" he is as helping others...
tommy: they got a kid, joel-
joel: so do we, keep driving - the incident in question
~nevertheless, and despite what he tries to say, you've grown on him. and maybe the fact that ellie says that you're the coolest person she's met since joel? yeah, he kinda can't get rid of you now
~somehow he has amazing self control with himself
~like there were definitely many times the man was crashing out and was about to do something drastic with you when he had to reign it in and actually think about it
~insanely jealous individual. luckily for him, not too many people to meet nowadays, but whenever you do engage in conversation with someone else, he's right there. ellie has caught him staring at you having a conversation with someone else, eye twitching
~whenever y'all have to squeeze through a small space because i'm sure there are many of those when trying to get away from the clickers, somehow his hands end up on you. not in a sexual way or anything, you just look down at some point and he is GRIPPING your waist to make sure you actually get out of that situation safely
~afterwards, the man has to sit down and just think for a minute. imagine it, just him sitting, hands raised to his chin as he ponders it all
~Mr. Darcy hand flex, think about it now
~if you happen to start walking a little further than he feels comfortable with you going, you're gonna feel one of his fingers curling through the belt loop of your jeans and tugging you back
"nuh, uh, stay here."
~you also have some self control in you, making sure not to be too affectionate right out the gate. you know he has a lot of unresolved trauma to go through (who doesn't in the literal apocalypse) and you don't want to push him to do something he isn't comfortable with or ready for
~there are many times y'all argue, his temper is on a short yet neverending fuse that seems to go out and reflame often. oftentimes he waits for ellie to leave before discussing things with you, and if it gets heated, oh boy
~sometimes, he doesn't think straight and in the middle of arguing you feel his calloused hand wrap around your wrist. not too hard, he doesn't want to hurt you, even if you piss him off sometimes, but enough to know "oh...he's serious".
~although, 99.9% of the time you have to stare at the floor for about 25 seconds to think about it. "oh, so what were we even fighting about?" that kinda stuff
~although he doesn't always show it directly, you can always tell that he cares. like, he's not typically one to look at you in the face and go "i need you to stay safe or else i'm gonna lose it", but somehow you just know.
~there will be days you wake up with an extra sleeping mat stuffed under your head or another warm coat and jacket draped over you that you definitely did not fall asleep with. other times you've gotten back from outside to find a warm drink sitting out for you. (does it taste good? yeah, yk what hell yeah).
~there's definitely been times where your boots have come untied so often while you're walking that before you can even process what's happening, he's retying them, mumbling under his breath about how "it's not that hard to double knot", but you can tell he isn't really mad when he pats your calf afterwards and stands back up
~he always refills your water and food when your rations get low. like you look away from your bottle for one second and he's refilling it with his own water (y'all fought about this for a while)
~surprise you have a teenage daughter now!
~ellie's a menace with you guys, oh my goodness. but at first, she didn't really like you very much. it was nothing against you, but she didn't like that someone else was joining her and joel's life, so it took some warming up to for her to understand that you being there was helping her and joel, and she actually missed your company when you would be away.
~she will follow you guys everywhere with the smuggest look on her face like she did something. always trying to do something stupid so you both end up having to help her and work together. she's also definitely stolen stuff from you guys so you guys have to share
~whenever you have nightmares, it's like he can sense it. and let's be honest, you definitely do have them because those clickers would have me passed out on the ground, dead, deceased. you guys don't get to sleep comfortably often (if at all) so when you're just laying on the ground in a sleeping bag, it's much easier to hear you tossing and turning. he'll wake up almost immediately and watch for a second to make sure it's not just you shifting around before he approaches you. there's a bit of hesitation, but when he sees how you're genuinely struggling, you're gonna end up sleeping against his chest, oh yes you will. he'll definitely wake you up to talk to you about it, and if you aren't willing to share, he's fine with just sitting there and comforting you.
~"i know, i know", when he's comforting you (or talking you through-)
~now when you guys ACTUALLY got together, it was kinda out of nowhere
~it was getting pretty overwhelming for you to keep it hidden (and ellie had been in both of y'alls ears, basically pushing you two closer and closer). so one day, you find yourself sitting with him and you just start rambling
"look, i know i'm young and everything...and i know you don't see me the way that i see you...and it's silly to think that you would or anything, but-"
you're cut off by the look he's giving you, just of pure and utter confusion. he stares for what feels like forever, until he says in a low voice;
"who told you that?" OHHHH MYYYYY
and before you could even get a chance to really respond to the question, BOOM, you're getting kissed
~yeah, when ellie found out she was over the moon, because she thinks she's a genius or something and a wizard and made it all happen (definitely helped)
~now, remember when i said he was jealous? yeah, that gets almost 100x worse when you guys confirm an actual relationship. if looks could kill, everyone would be dead, i swear
~(just letting y'all know, joel does bite. a lot. do with that information what you will)
~he gets pretty pissed off when people say he's too old for you (he's literally not, the age gap ain't that bad guys) and has shouted at someone about it before! (will do it again)
~even before you all were together, i feel like he would help you pack up your supply bags. he wants to make sure you have everything you need, but it's pretty inevitable that you will take something of his almost every time
~when you're not able to sleep, whether it's because of anxiety or you're just not tired, he'll sit with you on his lap and strum the guitar for a bit to get you sleepier
~never let this man shave his face because imagine-
~y'all will be getting the best sleep you can possibly get when you're together. (he wore you out). he's a walking heater and definitely bear hugs you, very clingy
~he's definitely a gentleman most of the time, because you could be walking into an abandoned building and he's holding the door open for you and ellie (she shoved in front of you and laughed)
~he's always checking your temperature, hand pressed against your forehead. he's terrified that you'll get sick one day, that you'll break out into a fever and he won't be able to save you from turning into one of those...things
"you sure you ain't feelin' too hot, baby? i need to know now"
~oh, if you ever got yourself hurt...you're getting a mix of scolding and genuine worry as he fixes you up. it's one of the few times you've almost seen him cry believe it or not
~but yes, he does bite, again, i will say this again
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November 2032 | 7 & 3 years old.
40 weeks.
The nursery was ready, and every inch of the house was as clean as anything, but your baby girl was taking her time. Leah was now officially past her due date, and it was clear to both of you that she was beyond frustrated. She tried everything: spicy food, long walks, even bouncing on that damn birthing ball for hours on end.Â
Nothing seemed to work.
âWhy doesnât she want to come out?â Leah muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion and a hint of desperation as she paced around the living room, one hand pressed to her aching lower back.
You glanced up from your spot on the couch, where you were trying to fold tiny onesies for what felt like the hundredth time. âSheâs just taking her sweet time, I guess. You know, making a grand entrance.â
Leah groaned, rolling her eyes. âI swear, if she doesnât come soon, Iâm going to lose my bloody mind!â
You stood up, walking over to her and wrapped your arms around her waist as best as you could with her swollen belly between you. âSheâll be here soon, love. Just a little longer.â
âIâm so over this,â she whispered, her forehead resting against your shoulder as she fought back tears. âI just want her out.â
You held her close, gently swaying back and forth. âI know, love. I know. Itâs rough when youâre so uncomfortable but I promise you that feeling when you first hold them is so worth it.â
âMumma!â You heard Ellie say, followed by the sound of tiny feet running. âLook at my drawing!â
Ellie was now three so she was at that age where she and Finley could finally play together and their favourite thing to do together was colour. Youâd set them up earlier in the kitchen with some snacks, paper and pencils while you and Leah tried to fold baby onesies.Â
Leah forced a smile, though you could see the strain in her eyes as she turned to face Ellie. âWhat have you drawn, bubba?âÂ
Ellie proudly held up a piece of paper covered in a riot of colours, shapes, and squiggles. âItâs us, Mumma! âOu, me, Finn, Mummy, and baby sister!â
Leah crouched down slowly, her face scrunching with discomfort as she tried to get on Ellieâs level. Her hand pressed against her belly, and you noticed her wince slightly as she bent. âWow! Itâs beautiful, Ells. Look at all those colours!â
Ellie beamed, her eyes shining with pride. ââOu like it?â
âI love it!â Leah assured her, reaching out to ruffle her daughterâs hair. âYouâre so talented, baby girl.â
Ellieâs smile faltered as she took in the sight of Leah struggling to get back up. âMumma, are âou otay?â
Leahâs face softened, and she nodded quickly. âIâm fine, sweetheart. Just a bit tired from carrying baby sissy.â
You stepped in, scooping Ellie up into your arms, your heart aching as you watched Leah try to stand. She used the armrest of the couch for support, and you knew how hard it was for her, how much she hated feeling so restricted, so helpless.
âWhy donât we put your drawing on the fridge?â you suggested to Ellie, pressing a kiss to her cheek. âItâs too good not to show off!â
Ellie giggled, wrapping her arms around your neck. âOkay, Mummy!â
As you carried Ellie into the kitchen, you glanced back at Leah. She was standing now, her hand still on her back, her eyes glazed with tears she was trying desperately to blink away. You knew how much it hurt her to not be able to pick up the kids, to not be as physically involved as she wanted to be. Leah had always been hands-on, wrestling with Finley and Ellie in the backyard, carrying them around the house, making them laugh. Now, even bending down was a struggle.
You stuck Ellieâs drawing to the fridge with a magnet, and she clapped her hands excitedly. âIt looks so good!â
âIt does, bubba,â you agreed, brushing a stray curl away from her forehead. âYouâre amazing!â
Ellie grinned before wriggling out of your arms and running back into the living room, her little feet thumping on the hardwood floors. You followed, finding her tugging at Leahâs hand, trying to lead her to the couch.
âMumma, sit! âOu need rest!â Ellie declared, her tone far too serious for a three-year-old.
Leah let out a soft laugh, her eyes brimming with affection as she allowed Ellie to guide her to the couch. âAlright, bossy boots!â
Leah sat down with a sigh, her hand instinctively going to her belly, rubbing slow circles. You sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
âYou okay?â you asked softly, your thumb brushing over her shoulder.
She leaned into you, her head resting against your shoulder. âIâm just⊠I feel so useless,â she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. âI canât even pick up my own kids.â
âLeah, youâre not useless,â you said firmly, âYouâre growing our baby girl. Thatâs not nothing.â
âI know,â she whispered, blinking rapidly. âBut itâs so hard. Ellie doesnât understand why I canât play with them like I used to. Finley does though, heâs a sweet boy.â
Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in her voice, the pain she was trying so hard to hide. âThey do understand, love. And they adore you. Just look at Ellie fussing over you, telling you to rest. Youâre still their Mumma, and they love you, bump and all.â
Leah smiled weakly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. âI know. I just⊠I miss being able to be there for them.â
âYou are there for them,â you insisted. âIn every way that matters. And once our little girl is here, youâll be back to chasing them around in no time.â
âI hope so,â she murmured, her gaze dropping to her belly, where your baby girl was currently giving a rather forceful kick. âSheâs already so active. No wonder Iâm exhausted.â
You chuckled, placing your hand over hers, feeling the strong movements beneath her skin. âSheâs definitely eager to meet her big brother and sister.â
Leahâs expression softened, her hand covering yours. âYeah⊠I just hope itâs soon. I donât know how much longer I can take this.â
âMumma! Mum!â Finleyâs voice called from the other side of the house, and moments later, he appeared, his face flushed from playing, his hair tousled.
âHey, buddy,â you greeted, reaching out to ruffle his hair as he climbed onto the couch beside Leah. âWhatâs up?â
âI made something for the baby!â Finley announced proudly, holding up a carefully folded piece of paper. âItâs a card!â
Leahâs eyes lit up with genuine joy as she reached for the card. âCan I see, bubs?â
Finley nodded eagerly. âIt says, âWelcome, Baby Sister! We love you!â And I drew all of us together, like Ellieâs picture but more detailed
Leah unfolded the card, her eyes scanning the childish scrawl and the drawing of your family, complete with a little figure in Leahâs arms labelled âBaby.â Her breath hitched, and she blinked back tears.
âItâs perfect, Finn,â she whispered, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. âSheâs going to love it.â
âDo you think sheâll come soon, Mumma?â Finley asked, âI want to meet her.â He muttered.Â
Leahâs voice was thick with emotion as she nodded. âI hope so, bubs. I hope so.â
The night passed in a haze of discomfort and frustration for Leah, her restlessness keeping you both up after putting the kids to bed. It was past midnight when you finally managed to coax her into bed, your fingers running soothing circles over her back as she drifted into a fitful sleep.
A few days later, you woke to find Leah sitting up in bed, the lamp beside her flicked on as her eyes filled with worry. She was holding her belly, her brows furrowed in concentration as she poked at it.Â
âLeah?â you murmured, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you sat up. âWhatâs wrong?â
You glanced over at the clock, it read 4:45 am which was too early to even be awake.Â
She glanced at you, her face pale. âI havenât felt her move in a bit,â she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. âNot since last night.â
Panic flared in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay calm for her sake. âOkay, itâs okay, letâs not panic. Maybe sheâs just having a quiet day. Have you tried drinking something cold? Or lying on your side?â
Leah nodded, her hands still cradling her belly protectively. âI did, but⊠nothing.â
Your heart thudded loudly in your ears as you reached for your phone, quickly dialling Amandaâs number. âItâs going to be okay, Leah. Iâll call your mum, and weâll go to the hospital just to be safe, alright?â
Leah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as you pressed the phone to your ear, listening to the ring. Amanda picked up almost immediately, her voice concerned. âHello?â
âHi Amanda, itâs me. We need to go to the hospital. Leah hasnât felt the baby move for a while, and weâre worried. Can you come over and look after the kids?âÂ
âIâll be there in ten minutes,â Amanda said without hesitation. âJust keep Leah calm, alright? Iâm on my way.â
You hung up and turned to Leah, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. âYour mumâs coming over. Weâll get to the hospital soon, okay?â
Leah nodded, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. âWhat if somethingâs wrong?â
You kissed her forehead, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. âWeâll get checked out, and whatever happens, weâll face it together.â
Amanda arrived quickly, her face drawn with worry as she stepped into your bedroom. She hugged Leah gently, her hand resting on her daughterâs back. âItâs going to be alright, bubba. Go on, Iâve got the kids.â
âIâm so scared, Mum,â Leah whispered as a tear slipped down her face. âWhat if somethings is wrong with her?â
âNo, donât think like that, Le.â Amanda told her firmly, âSheâs okay, sheâs a strong girl just like her mummies. Sheâs probably just sleepy.â
âThank you, Mum,â Leah whispered, hugging Amanda once more before standing up.Â
The drive to the hospital was tense, both of you silent as you gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles white from the pressure. When you finally arrived, Leah was quickly whisked away for monitoring. You stayed by her side, your heart pounding as they hooked her up to the machines, the rhythmic beeping of the monitor filling the room.
The midwife frowned slightly as she studied the screen, then looked at both of you. âHer heart rate is a bit lower than weâd like. Weâre going to get the doctor in, just to be safe.â
Leahâs grip on your hand tightened, and you leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. âYouâre doing amazing, love. Just breathe.â
The next few minutes passed in a blur as the doctor came in, checking the readings before glancing at you both, her expression serious. âWeâre going to have to do an emergency C-section. The babyâs heart rate is dropping, and we need to get her out quickly. She seems to be in distress for some reason.â
Leahâs eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. âWhat? Is she⊠is she going to be okay?â
The doctor nodded, her voice calm but firm. âWeâre going to do everything we can. But we need to get her out as soon as possible.â
You felt like the ground was slipping away beneath you as they prepared Leah for surgery. You were quickly dressed in scrubs, your hands trembling as you tried to stay strong for her.
âHey,â you whispered, leaning close as they wheeled her into the operating room. âIâm right here, okay? Iâm not going anywhere.â
Leah nodded, tears streaming down her face as she reached for your hand. âIâm scared,â she whispered, her voice breaking.
You pressed your forehead to hers, your own eyes burning with tears. âI know, love. But sheâs going to be okay. Youâre both going to be okay.â
The surgery was a whirlwind of movement and noise, the sterile smell of the operating room filling your senses. You stroked Leahâs cheek, your heart in your throat as they made the first incision. It felt like hours, but it was only minutes before you heard the doctorâs voice.
âAlright, almost there⊠and⊠sheâs out!â
There was a brief, heart-stopping silence before the sound of your babyâs first cry filled the room. It was weak but unmistakable, and you felt a sob of relief tear from your chest.
âSheâs crying, Leah,â you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. âSheâs okay.â
Leahâs eyes were closed, tears slipping down her cheeks as she nodded weakly. âCan I⊠can I see her?â
The nurse brought your baby girl over, her tiny face red and scrunched up as she let out another thin wail. You glanced at Leah, your heart swelling with love and relief as you saw the way she looked at your daughter, her eyes filled with wonder and exhaustion.
âHi Amelia, hi baby girl,â Leah whispered, her voice trembling as she reached out a shaky hand to touch the babyâs cheek. âOh, sheâs perfect. She looks so much like Ells.â
You kissed Leahâs forehead, your tears falling freely now. âYou did it, love.â
Leah let out a shaky laugh, her eyes never leaving the babyâs face. âWe did it.â
The nurse took Amelia to get her cleaned up before bringing her back. She carefully placed Amelia on Leahâs chest, and you watched, your heart swelling with love as Leah held your daughter for the first time. She was tiny and fragile, her little fingers sprawled out on Leahâs chest.Â
Leah looked up at you, her eyes shining with tears and love and so much relief. âSheâs here,â she whispered, her voice breaking. âSheâs really here.â
You leaned down, pressing a kiss to both of their foreheads, your heart feeling like it might burst. âSheâs here,â you agreed, your voice thick with emotion. âAnd sheâs perfect.â
After Leah was stitched back up, the nurses took you both to the recovery room where you settled into a rhythm with Amelia. Despite her being your third baby, you both still felt like clueless new parents.Â
A few hours later, Leah cradled Amelia gently against her chest, her fingers trembling as they traced the delicate curve of your daughterâs cheek. The tears sheâd been holding back finally spilt over, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.
You pulled her into your side as you lay on the bed with her. âItâs okay, love,â you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. âYouâre okay. Sheâs okay.â
Leah nodded, though her breaths were shaky, her eyes locked on the tiny face peeking out from the blanket that covered them both. âI was so scared,â she confessed, her voice barely audible. âI thought⊠I thought something was wrong and we were going to lose her.â
âI know,â you murmured, your heart aching at the raw vulnerability in her voice. âI was scared too. But sheâs here, and sheâs healthy, and you both did so well.â
Leahâs gaze flicked up to meet yours, âI felt so helpless,â she admitted, her thumb brushing over Ameliaâs soft skin. âAll I wanted was to keep her safe, and I couldnât even do that on my own.â
âYou didnât have to do it on your own,â you reminded her gently, your thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand. âItâs okay to need help, Leah. Youâre carrying so much already, and youâve been so strong.â
Leah sniffled, her free hand wiping at her eyes as she let out a shaky laugh. âI hate feeling like Iâm not enough,â she whispered, her voice cracking with the weight of her words. âLike Iâm not strong enough to protect our kids.â
âYou are enough,â you said firmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her temple. âYouâre more than enough, Leah. Youâve been carrying so much on your own, and itâs okay to lean on me. Itâs okay to lean on your mum, on anyone. Weâre all here for you.â
Leah closed her eyes, her body sagging against you as she let out a breath sheâd been holding for what felt like months. âIâm just so tired,â she admitted, her voice small and broken. âIâm so tired of trying to be strong all the time.â
âI know,â you whispered, your heart breaking for her as you held her close, your fingers threading through her hair. âYou donât have to be strong all the time, love. You can let go.â
Leah nodded, her breath hitching as she buried her face against your shoulder, her tears soaking through the fabric of your scrubs. You held her as tightly as you could without disturbing Amelia, your own tears mingling with hers as you both let the fear and relief wash over you.
After a few minutes, Leah pulled back, her eyes red and swollen but shining with love as she looked down at Amelia, who had fallen asleep against her chest. â
âSheâs so tiny,â Leah murmured, her fingers brushing gently over the tiny bit of hair on your daughterâs head. âSheâs perfect.â
âShe is,â you agreed, your heart swelling with pride and love as you looked at the two of them together. âAnd youâre amazing.â
Leah gave you a watery smile, her eyes still brimming with unshed tears. âI couldnât have done it without you, pretty girl.â
âYou donât have to do any of it alone,â you reminded her softly, your hand finding hers again and squeezing gently. âWeâre in this together, every step of the way.â
Leah nodded, her grip on your hand tightening as she looked down at Amelia again, her expression soft and awed. âThank you,â she whispered, her voice breaking with the force of her gratitude. âFor everything.â
âAlways,â you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â Leah whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she rested her forehead against your shoulder. âSo much.â
You stayed like that for a long time, the three of you cocooned in a moment of quiet, shared love. The fear and anxiety of the past few hours slowly ebbed away, replaced by the soft, undeniable warmth of your family. It wasnât perfect. It wasnât easy. But it was real, and it was yours, and you knew that, no matter what came next, you would face it together.
The next morning, the hospital room was quiet except for the soft sound of Leahâs breathing as she rested in the bed, exhausted but peaceful. You sat beside her, holding your baby girl in your arms, staring at her tiny features. She was perfect.Â
She was here, finally here after wanting her for so long, and you were overwhelmed with love and relief.
Leah stirred beside you, her eyes fluttering open. You smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. âHey, love. How are you feeling?â
Leah blinked a few times, then her gaze shifted to the baby in your arms. A soft smile spread across her face, her eyes filling with tears. âTired⊠but sheâs worth it.â
You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. âShe is. You did amazing, Leah.â
Leahâs hand reached out, her fingers brushing over Ameliaâs cheek. âI still canât believe sheâs here.â
You nodded, âMe neither.â
The door to the room opened slowly, and Amanda peeked in, a bright smile spreading across her face as she saw you both awake. âHello, bubbas. Iâve brought some visitors.â
Leahâs face lit up, and you felt your heart swell as Amanda stepped inside, followed closely by Finley and Ellie. Finleyâs eyes were wide with excitement, and Ellie was clinging to Amandaâs hand, her gaze flicking between you and Leah confusedly.
âHey, you two,â you said softly, shifting Amelia carefully so the kids could get a better look. âCome and meet your baby sister!â
Finley was the first to approach, his face full of wonder as he peered at the tiny bundle in your arms. âSheâs so little,â he whispered, his eyes wide.Â
You chuckled, nodding. âShe is, isn't she? That's your baby sister, Amelia.â
Ellie followed, her thumb in her mouth as she peeked over the edge of the bed. âSo tiny,â she whispered around her thumb, her eyes wide.
Leah reached out her hand to them, her smile soft and tired. âCome here, guys. Meet your little sister.â
Finley climbed up onto the bed carefully, his eyes never leaving Ameliaâs face. âCan I hold her, Mumma?â
Leah nodded, her eyes bright with tears as she glanced at you. âMum will help you, okay?â
You gently placed Amelia in Finleyâs arms, supporting her tiny head as you guided his hands. He looked down at her, his face full of awe and a little bit of fear.Â
âHi, Amelia,â he whispered. âIâm your big brother, Finley. Iâm going to take care of you, okay?â
Your heart felt like it might burst as you watched Finley hold her so carefully, his love for his new sister already clear. You glanced at Leah, who was watching them with tears streaming down her face.
Ellie climbed up onto the bed beside Leah, her little hand clutching her motherâs. âMumma, sheâs so cute!â she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. âWhat name?â
âHer name is Amelia,â Leah said softly, her hand stroking Ellieâs hair.
Ellie scrunched up her face, thinking hard. âAmewiaâŠâ she tried, her brow furrowing in concentration. Then, a smile broke out on her face. âMimi! Call her Mimi?â
You and Leah exchanged a glance, both of you smiling at Ellieâs enthusiasm. âMimi?â Leah repeated, her voice full of affection. âI think thatâs a beautiful nickname, Ells.â
Ellie beamed, clearly pleased with herself. âMimi! Mimi our baby!â
Leah leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of Finleyâs head then Ellieâs. âYouâre both going to be amazing big siblings,â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. âMimi is so lucky to have you.â
Amanda stepped closer, smiling as she watched her grandchildren meet their new sister. âSheâs absolutely perfect,â she said softly, her gaze flicking to you and Leah. âYou two did good.â
You smiled at her, your heart full as you watched your family together. âThanks, Amanda. We couldnât have done it without you.â
She waved off your words with a smile. âNonsense. You two are incredible parents. And now youâve got another little one to love.â
Leah reached out, her fingers tangling with yours as she looked at the kids, at Amanda, at your tiny daughter. âWeâre so lucky,â she whispered, her voice full of love and gratitude. âWeâre so, so lucky.â
You nodded, your heart overflowing as you watched Finley and Ellie gently stroke Ameliaâs tiny hands, their eyes full of wonder and love. âYeah, we are.â
You leaned over, pressing a kiss to Leahâs temple, your eyes misty as you looked at your family. âWelcome to the world, Mimi,â you whispered, your heart full to bursting with love as you stoked her nose gently. Â
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Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 19 Premium Avatar Challenge
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Additional Content Warnings: Things get a little spicy here, MDNI
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Ellis: âHey, Kate.â
Ellis: âHow happy are you right nowâŠ?â
(Ellis, Iâm happy that you kissed me.)
(But⊠Iâm just as scared, and my body is shaking.)
Kate: âIâŠdonât knowâŠâ
Ellisâ feelings and desires were no longer secret.
I wanted to know what was in the secret box.
Because I wanted to cherish Ellisâ heart.
(As I knew, Ellis is someone who truly wishes happiness for others.)
(Someone who mourns misfortune, sympathizes with pain, and would do anything for anyone.)
(But once he falls deeply in love--)
(He becomes a person who has a desire to bind someone, to the point of wanting to kill them.)
Ellis: âWhat if we did more than just kiss?â
Ellis: âCould you be happier?â
Kate: ââŠâ
That was what I should have wanted.
I wished he would stop telling me âI have to keep my desires in checkâ and reach out to me.
I was when his hand touched mine.
I wanted him to kiss me more.
Howeverâ
(Is it okay for Ellis to continue loving me like this?)
I was the one who opened the lid to the secret box⊠but when the darkness spilled out, my body trembled with fear.
Ellis: âFeeling good brings âhappinessâ, right?â
Ellis: âI want to make you happy, Kate.â
His breath blew across my neck as he placed a sweet, tickling kiss on it.
(This isnât the same as beforeâŠ)
It wasnât a kiss exploring pleasant spots.
It was as if Ellisâ heat was filling every inch of space, as if he himself was seeking pleasure.
Such a kiss made the heat rise in my body uncontrollably.
Kate: âNnghâŠâ
Ellis: âNnnâŠâ
As our lips pressed together with a wet smacking noise, and our tongues entangled, I began to feel an unfathomably sweet pleasure.
Ellis: ââŠIs there anything youâd like me to do?â
Ellis: âDo you want me to touch you?â
My cheeks suddenly heated up at the blatant question.
Kate: ââŠEven if I do, I canât say that.â
Ellis: âHow come?â
Kate: âItâs embarrassingâŠâ
Ellis: âItâs embarrassing.â
Ellis repeated my words and chuckled happily.
Ellis: ââŠKate, youâre so cute, I want to see what your face looks like when youâre embarrassed.â
Ellis: âIf you canât say where, Iâll find it.â
(Huh?)
Ellis muttered something unexpected and slid his palm over my clothes.
Ellis: âHere?â
The tip of my breast was pinched lightly between his fingers and my body trembled.
Kate: âEllisâŠmmnâ
Ellis: âOr, hereâŠ?â
The tip on the other side was also crushed tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
Kate: âAhhâŠn-no⊠ngh..â
Ellis: âBut Kate, your face looks even more debauched and pleasant than before, doesnât it?â
While playing with the tips of my breasts, Ellis looked into my eyes with happiness.
Seeing my hips tremble involuntarily, Ellis stroked his palm down from my navel.
Ellis: ââŠWhat happens if I touch here?â
Kate: â!...â
I was sure Iâd get so addicted to the pleasure that I wouldnât be able to go backâŠ
At that moment, I pushed back against Ellisâ chest with all my might.
Kate: âNoâŠ!â
The words of rejection unexpectedly spilled outâEllis looked up as if heâd been repelled.
Ellis: ââŠâ
Twilight-colored eyes trembled back and forth.
Like the twilight sun, lost between day and night.
Ellis: âOn second thoughtâIt seems that I canât make you happy after all.â
Kate: ââŠâŠâ
His fingertips traced my cheek as though cherishing me.
Ellis: âWhat should I have done?â
Ellis: âI feel like Iâll be happier tomorrowâŠI fall more in love with you every time you smile.â
Ellis: âIf thatâs what you say, then Iâd believe it too.â
Ellis: âI felt like I could stay in a happy twilight forever.â
Ellis: ââŠI knew it would disappear soon.â
I was shocked by his expression, like he was on the verge of tears.
(I was so focused on Ellisâ sin that⊠I missed something important.)
(--Iâm an idiot for being scared that Iâd be killed if I was loved.)
(What did I hear from Ellisâ story?)
(What have I seen of Ellis up until now?)
When I looked up, Ellis looked like he was about to cry.
Ellis: âIf I stay any longer, Iâll definitely make you unhappy.â
Kate: ââŠWait.â
But Ellis slipped through my hand that was chasing himâŠ
Ellis: âItâs better if Iâm not around anymore.â
Kate: âWait, Ellis, Iââ
Ellis: ââŠgood bye.â
...his hand remained out of reach.
After leaving the room, I blindly chased after Ellis.
I left Crown Castle, but I didnât stop.
I knew in my head that I wouldnât be able to catch up to him on foot, but I couldnât help but chase after him.
The feeling of Ellisâ fingers, wrapped tightly around me, still remained on my wrist.
(I should have wanted to cherish Ellisâ feelings.)
I forced Ellis to reveal something he was hiding, and then I rejected it.
(Thatâs the worstâŠ)
âStay with me, donât go anywhere.â
Those feelings lead to murderous intent, the sin of Ellisâ curse.
It would be a lie to say it wasnât scary.
(ButâŠ)
(Ellis, you donât want to kill someone important to you.)
Ellis said that he was happy when he killed his brother, butâ
--Flashbackâ
Ellis: ââŠThat was terrifying.â
Ellis: âYou canât.â
Ellis: âDonât let them kill you without permissionâŠâ
Ellis: âUntil I can make you the happiest you can be.â
Ellis: âStay with me, donât go anywhere.â
When I almost died, he was in so much pain.
Even his arms holding me were trembling.
--Second Flashbackâ
Ellis:
Ellis: âSo, are we going home now?â
Kate: ââŠYeah. Happy times melt away in the blink of an eye, though.â
Kate: âIâm looking forward to spending tomorrow with you, Ellis, so Iâm sure tomorrow will be even happier.â
Kate: âSo, this is enough for today.â
Ellis: ââŠGot it.â
His voice at that time sounded so relieved and happy.
--Third Flashbackâ
Ellis: âI feel like Iâll be happier tomorrowâŠI fall more in love with you every time you smile.â
Ellis: âIf thatâs what you say, then Iâd believe it too.â
Ellis: âI felt like I could stay in a happy twilight forever.â
Ellis: ââŠI knew it would disappear soon.â
--End Flashbacksâ
(Thatâs Ellisâ true wish.)
(Not killing them and taking them away forever--)
Kate: ââŠEllis, where are youâŠ?â
Kate: âEllisââ
--My body suddenly collapsed from a dull pain. My head and vision swam⊠and I fell headfirst into darkness.
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Here we go (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)
Very Adulty, Minors DNI, Do not read if you don't want anything 18+,
You'll bounce back, minor part two, was requested.
*I will mark the sentence with a star if you wanna only read up until the spicy point, though.
The cheers of the stadium were ruthless.
Deafening even.
But none of that bothered any of you. All you cared about was the roar of your own teammates as you ran to meet them on the pitch, jumping into the waiting excited arms of your adoptive older sister. (Unofficial, but your family ensured that it didn't matter after their blatant disinterest in your life.)
Charlie's just about screaming in your ear when you meet her in the air, and you match that.
They did it... they beat Canada. Four to nil at that. None of you had been expecting a blowout, not against the olympic champions.
But here you were, standing on the green pitch of the stadium in Melbourne, watching as your teammates, your real family, surround each other, screaming into the electrified air of AAMI Park.
As you drop from Charlie's grip and give her head a slight rub to make sure she still feels fine, your gaze turns to the Canadians, watching as Vanessa Gilles sobs into her teammates, an old friend of yours, having spent your days at Cincinnati together.
You jog over to her, finding Ellie beat you to her Lyon teammate, holding her and telling her how proud she is of the defender.
You grab the girl as soon as she let's go of the aussie defender, pulling her into you and she buries her face into your jersey, you can feel the tears pouring from her eyes as she shakes softly. "Hey Van, I'm so proud of you hun, you've done so well. You played so hard and did the best you could."
You hold her and rub her back for a bit, whispering (more like just saying with the volume of the crowd at this point) words of encouragement to her.
She nods slightly against your shoulder as you do so. She let's go of you after a quick kiss to the temple, and she goes off to find her other teammates in the lockers.
From there, you continue comforting what of the canadian players you can and turn to your teammates beginning to make their rounds around the pitch for the fans.
Each of them have their moment with the crowd, firing them up, throwing their arms in the air. You chuckle watching as Teagan and Sam take their turns, and you run over to the group, taking the opportunity to run into Charlies side, wrapping your arm around her neck and fulfilling that promise you made her a week ago.
She wacks at you and takes off running when you give chase, laughing the whole way. It only ends when one of the training staff grabs her to chastise her for running around while she's on concussion watch as it is.
You only feel a little guilty, though.
As all sisters do.
Mini gives you a slight shake of her head, though, which has you laughing harder, amused but disappointed with you as she walks beside you now.
The shorter woman wraps an arm around you as a wave to the fans, the noise growing louder with each passing acknowledgement.
You're surprised you haven't been defeaned given the level of noise. The support was something you'd never be able to forget. The turnout was amazing, and the warmth it spread through you to see so many people come to watch this game.
"Oi, y/nn, you gonna go see 'em yet?" Mini subsequently points to Steph and Caitlin as they walk just ahead of you, arms around shoulders. You shake your head. "I'll find them later. Let them have this."
She only raises a brow at you, and hip bumps you. You chuckle, but don't explain.
You'd let them have their moment. They spent the entire game on, this was their time, and you could congratulate them later.
Eventually, once you all round the pitch, you return to where the family section was, watching as Katrina climbs the barrier to go see Harper and her fiance, your impromptu second mom now, and Sam goes to pick up her nephew and throw him in the air in the excitement.
You join them in celebrating after a moment, hugging Clara as she cheers into your ear. You're joined by Cha Cha moments later, Harper very indignantly insisting she goes to her favourite player now. Charlie, of course, that is. You pout playfully and tickle her when she giggles at your expression.
She eventually does climb into your arms and gives you the biggest hug of the day, you hold her tight and proceed to blow raspberries into her cheek to which she squeals and holds out for Mum to take her from you. "Mummy, save me!"
Katrina just laughs, and you give Harps over with a grin. Katrina gives you a kiss on the temple when you lean down to hug them both.
Waving your temporary goodbyes with the family, you slip over to Sam and her nephew, giving Sam a playful whack to the butt as you pass by them.
"Oi! Watch it, missy, there are kids here!"
You laugh when she tries to flick you, dodging just out of reach before making grabby hands for the child nestled in her neck. He turns to you and does the same, leaving Sam with a playfully offended look on her face.
She reluctantly hands him over, and you hug him tight before giving him back to Sam's sibling.
You pat her on the back and eventually move to observe your teammates, watching on as they all celebrate with their families. Emily, with her fiance, Ellie, with her dad, Charlie, with her parents and brother.
You know you have the girls, they're your family, you have your girls, Steph and Caitlin, and they're your family too, but you can't help missing what it was like to have your biological parents cheering you on from the sidelines.
They would come to all of your games, and you'd swear they were always the loudest in the crowd, faces painted green and gold and screaming for you with every touch you made.
Too bad that had to end.
They'd stopped coming the moment you announced you were dating a girl. They stopped talking to you. Their last words to you were, "Get out."
You'd been kicked out, and from then, Katrina was very quick to take you in. When she was transferred to the swedish league along with the birth of Harper, the two of you became thick as thieves, soon joined by Charlie and eventually welcoming in Clara.
As much as you missed the cheering, adoring family you once had, you would never exchange it for the family you have now, the one that treats like you like a real human being, with respect and all the love in the world.
Your eyes water a little, overwhelmed by how far you'd come since then, ever glad to have found the family you'd finally been dealt.
You wipe any remnants away quickly, though, and by the time everyone's finished, you're all being urged to return to the changerooms. All haggard but buzzing nonetheless.
The celebrations are rapid to return in the changerooms, dancing around to what you assume is one players speakers blasting Christina Aguilera's "Feel this moment." Being careful not to test your ankle too much with the movement.
You shout out the lyrics alongside your best friend, arm in arm, as beers are passed around for an hour or so. Come time to leave, and everyone's packing up their gear, you hear Tony yell out. "Alright ladies, party hard, but we need you back tomorrow, ready for recovery and our session with cryo. Congratulations, and I'm so very proud of you all."
Whoops and cheers fill the air as you all file onto the bus. You sit next to Hayley, wanting the calmer aura around the winger, as the air around the bus still buzzes with life. You're met with victory chants. (Courteously led by one Lydia Williams herself) and youâre met with cheers and screams around the bus all the way back to the hotel.
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By the time you've all returned to the hotel, you're all more than a little exhausted and slightly buzzed, and yet the others all call out plans to head to one of the local clubs, ready to party further.
You're left with Steph, Caitlin, Katrina, Sam, and Emily, the only group not wanting to exhaust yourselves any more than necessary.
All of you make your way up to your rooms, and you take the opportunity to shower off fully and slip out into the hallway, making your way down to your girls' room.
You're surprised when you don't even have to knock on the door before you're pulled into the room by hands from both girls.
Steph and Caitlin don't waste any time pressing you between them. Steph takes your lips with her own, and you let out a surprised hum against her. The striker behind you has you gripped by the hips, pulling you back into her as she nips at the skin on your neck.
You moan softly, and Steph slips away from your lips and moves kisses down your jawline, down the column of your throat and nips at the skin of your collarbone, tugging softly.
Letting out a breathy groan, leaning back into Caitlin, "I'm so proud of both of you, my group champs." Caitlin's breathy chuckle in your ear sends shivers down your spine.
"I think a little midnight feast is in order, don't you, Stephy?"
The look in her eyes says all you need to know.
*((Smut ahead))
((Seriously, if you don't wanna read smut, don't read ahead, the story ends at the star))
The defender smirks against your neck, looking up into the eyes of the girl behind you before stepping back from you completely to bring her hand up to your chin to tilt your head back to face her, locking gazes with you directly.
"I think, since you've so eagerly suggested as such, you should go first, pretty girl."
Behind you, Caitlin cocks a brow at the suggestion, barely waiting a second before she tugs at the hem of your shirt with a purr.
"Don't mind if I do."
You whine when you don't feel the warmth of your girlfriend pressed against your back. Your shirt is slipped off, and you're pushed back onto the bed with a heavy layer of eagerness.
Caitlin is quick to press down onto you and push you towards the middle before Steph nudges you to lean down on her front as your legs hang from the end of the bed. The striker's knees are pressed on either side of your hips, pinning your lower half to the matress, and she leans down to hover over you.
Her breath fans your neck for a moment as she kisses a path up your throat and takes your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly at it before letting it go. Your chest is almost heaving at this point.
There's a lightheaded buzzing behind your eyes and heat settling in your gut as she kisses you again, sucking at your bottom lip to soothe her earlier ministrations. She then leans up to press a kiss to your other girlfriends lips, and Steph grabs her by the neck to hold her in place for a minute, Caitlin's tongue giving a cheeky swipe at her own, dragging a small groan from the defender.
Caitlin pulls away with a mischievous grin as she keeps her gaze locked with Steph's. She moves down to the floor, knees resting on the carpet as she moves to tug at your training joggers.
You all too happily lift your hips to allow her access, and when you go to grab her to urge her to move closer, you're met with Steph pinning your wrists to the bed below you.
You whine looking up at the defender. She simply chuckles, using your current position to hold you in place, distracting you just long enough for Caitlin to have grabbed you by the thighs to hold you down.
Their hands are hot on your body, and you feel like you're gonna combust at any point.
"Patience sweets, let her take her time, she's earned this meal, don't you think?"
And you can only whimper in response. Although something along the lines of a plea does come through, you're not entirely sure.
Everything feels so fuzzy, but in an ecstatic way.
Steph's lips on yours are grounding, yet they make your head feel light as you're settled back down onto the mattress. Steph's now sitting back on her haunches, hands still tight on your wrists, leaning over you.
Another kiss to your lips is enough of a distraction that the moment Caitlin's tongue makes contact, it has you keening and begging. It's on the fabric of your underwear, but it still has you gasping into the older girl's mouth.
The girl below you loosens her hold on your thighs, running her fingers gently over the skin above the waistband. She slips the tips of her them under the elastic, letting it snap back into place. Once. Twice. Three times. Your hips cant slightly the third time.
"Hold still for me baby." You let out a high pitched whine but keep your lower half planted firmly. She brushes the skin on the inside of your thighs, sending goosebumps down both of them. Before she sits up fully and
"Up."
You do as your told with little fuss, lifting up to allow her to tug the fabric down.
"Cait, please." It's breathy. It's almost whimpered out, but it gets your point across. She chuckles, but relents and her thumb comes into contact with your clit, pressing enough to have you moaning out loud. Steph hushes you softly. "Shhh pretty girl, we don't wanna be too loud. Wouldn't want to draw attention, would we?"
You obediently bite down on your lip, but it's then Caitlin decides is the perfect moment to lick a stripe up your slit and your mouth drops open. Steph is quick to let go of your wrist to silence you. Leaving your left hand free, but you only grip onto the white sheets, fisting them tightly.
The moan reverberates from your throat, though, and almost echoes in the room.
The smirk on the strikers face tells Steph that was entirely intentional. Not that you're paying much attention to that at this point. You can only focus on the feeling of her arms pulling your legs over her shoulders, holding her head closer to your centre.
"Careful."
It's a light scold, but Caitlin raises a brow cheekily. It's when she dives straight into your wetness, lapping at you before sucking harshly at your clit, that you know she'll be in trouble later. You're preening under the heat of her tongue, and her teeth have you shuddering when she tugs gently.
The knot in your stomach twists in on itself almost immediately, leaving you embarrassingly close to the edge already. She could tell immediately after she slips two fingers into you, pressing inside you just right, leaving you almost fluttering around the digits. Your chest is heaving, breath hot and heavy coming from your nose and into the palm of Steph's hand, intermittent with occasional cries of pleasure.
It's in this moment you realise she's dead set on making you cum as quickly as possible, though that doesn't surprise you given she's always competing with the other girl on how quickly they can get you to finish. You'd never had the heart to tell them who was winning that competition, besides, it certainly didn't hurt when they got into a competitive mood like this, especially with such a big win.
With a particularly harsh suck, and a loud keening whine escapes your throat, you're sent over the edge as your heels dig into the clothed shoulder blades of the girl below you and your other hands fingers intertwine with Steph's. Your hips buck against Caitlin's mouth, and she has to pin your waist down with her other forearm to hold you still.
You're still trembling when you come down, legs shaky as she places one last kiss to your clit before she's being pulled up by Steph into a searing kiss above you. The defender almost growls into the kiss, tongue quickly finding its way into the younger of the two's mouth.
When she feels you nudge her by the hip and your hands slip up under her shirt from beneath her, she pulls away, hand gripping Caitlin by the throat, not quite gentle but enough to cut off air.
"Since pretty girl here wants us to make some noise, I think we can put that mouth to use again. What do you think, puddin'?"
You pull yourself out from under them, hands tugging at her shirt as an idea pops to mind. You chuckle darkly.
"How about we turn that mouth into a nice seat for you?"
Caitlin's pupils dilate a little as she's holding direct eye contact with Steph and Steph's eyes darken with grin.
"Perfect idea, baby girl, down on the bed, pretty girl."
Caitlin can barely get a word out before her shirt and bra are basically tugged from her, and she's pushed onto the bed with a rough grunt. Though she has complaints. Steph steps off the bed for a moment to strip completely before she's hovering over the striker, head near the side of the mattress.
Unbeknownst to her, you're currently knelt in front of her, Steph facing you, watching as you give a smirk, gently running your hands over the muscled thighs in front of you, making her jump at the touch.
However, She's quick to pull the blonde brunette down onto her mouth, diving straight in and not wasting any more time than necessary. Steph has to quickly slap a hand over her own mouth to cover a moan as she leans down on the other, which is placed on Caitlin's abs.
Your eyes are hazy watching the two, and when you blink back to, you slip a hand back up to her slit, running a single digit over it before slipping it into her. Caitlin whines below the defender at your touch, urging you on with a small jump of her hips. You abide and slip another in, her warmth clenching around your fingers as you slowly move them. Your mouth soon joins when Steph lets out soft curses and words of encouragement. Which gives you another moment of clarity.
The moment you can feel Caitlin start to tighten around, you slow your ministrations, making the girl on the bed protest.
"Ah ah." You scold lightly. "You don't cum until she does pretty girl."
Your words make Steph herself moan, and she's nearly thrown over the edge by that alone, Caitlin on the other hand, just about doubles her efforts, tongue flicking harshly and sucking on Steph's clit, and you have a smug look on your face as you return to a moderate pace.
It's when Steph has to steady herself as her thighs tighten around Caitlins head that you curl your fingers just enough in a way you know makes the girl finish every time, paired with a particularly sharp suck and both of them tip over the edge, Steph cumming just before the girl below her, hand tight over her mouth to cover any noises leaving her, Caitlin's own moans being muffled by the girl on top of her.
With a shaky breath, Steph carefully pulls away from Caitlin's head after a tap to the leg from the girl and leans back against the headboard as both of them try to catch their breath, Caitlin more so given she was nearly smothered.
You slip up onto the matress with them, kissing both of them, honestly ready to call it in, but Steph has other ideas.
"Not yet, puddin', I think you still have a couple more in you."
Caitlin sits up suddenly with a grin. She looks directly at Steph with a knowing look, and the girl nods at her.
The striker pushes you back down onto the bed. This time, your head lay on the pillows as the other crosses the room to her suitcase, pulling out a dark green and yellow pouch.
What she pulls out of it both almost makes you laugh and moan at the same time. "Really?" Is what comes out instead.
They both laugh, and Steph shakes her head, "I'm not the one who picked it, but I didnât mind. We have one in Arsenal colours already anyway."
The strap in her hand is bottle green and sparkly gold striped, which looks ridiculous, but at the same time, you can't help the pride you feel when you see it.
"Touché."
You grin as you watch her step into it, the harness, tightening it around her waist and legs. Caitlin is about to slip a pillow under your hips when Steph then motions for you to turn over onto your stomach instead.
This sends you reeling back into a dazed state almost, breath hitching when you feel her spread your legs out against the pillow now under your hips, bent back at the knees.
She grips your hips, pulling you just back enough to lift you up enough off the bed to get access to you. She runs her fingers through your folds, dipping two finger into you before bringing them back to her mouth to suck off the juices with a small groan.
She grabs the bottle of lube Caitlin had pulled out of the pouch for her and douses the dildo and a little bit in you as well. She spreads it evenly before tossing the bottle back to the striker.
One hand splayed in the dip in your back, Steph guides the dildo into you with the other before sinking down to the hilt. You gasp and gulp, trying to take in air as she fills you with the silicone toy, your hands gripping at the sheets as your face is buried into the them as well before turning it to the side to look at the mirror attached to the wall.
You watch as her hips press into yours deliciously, holding there until you can give her the go-ahead to continue. You adjust a little to give her more room to move, and she takes it, pulling out slowly and pushing back in a little harsher, leaving you to pant out her name.
She does it again, and you cry out this time as she does it repeatedly before setting a rough pace. She sets herself on her knees as her hips thrust into you roughly, one hand holding you hips, pulling you into her, the other gripping the back of your neck, pushing you into the matress.
Your moans turn louder, and you find yourself chanting Steph's name paired with swears as you clench your eyes shut with a grit of your teeth.
Suddenly, she slows much to your disapproval, and with a tut, she turns your head back to face the mirror. "Watch me fuck you baby girl, or you dont get to come again."
You nod, and she picks up her pace again, pounding you into the pillow, your ass bouncing every time she thrusts into you. It throws you closer with every nudge of your g-spot and sends you gasping into the open air of the bedroom.
"F-fuck Steph!".
Meanwhile, you can see Caitlin in the mirror, pupils dilated as she watches the defender fuck a you shaped indent into the matress. However, she slips off the bed, and you find out why, snatching up the underwear she tossed earlier, she balls it up and uses it to muffle you.
Your eyes roll back when she does, and Steph has to hold back her own orgasm at the sight, feeling you tighten around the strap, starting to push back to meet her thrusts. You almost push up to your elbows, but she only doubles down on you, and you cry out into the soaked fabric, vision blurring, and your thighs clench around hers from the back as your orgasm rips through you, Steph soon joining you afterwards with a muffled cry of her own, hips shuddering as she slows her thrusts, a slew of curses and praises leaving you preening as you just manage to hear them over your heart beating into your ears.
Caitlins hand rests on the girl's back, rubbing gently as she unclips the strap from her hips suddenly.
You shiver when the strap is pulled from you, and Steph has to push herself up to go sit on the other bed. However, you nearly protest hearing the clips of the strap being clipped back in again, and she turns you over onto your back.
"Jesus baby, I don't think I can-." You're cut off by your own moan when she kneels down to lap at you for a few moments, as she raises s questioning brow at you.
"I- oh- for the love of- oh- okay! Okay!" You just about squeak out.
She chuckles and lines you back up, hands on your hips, thumbs dipping into your hips bones to pull you down onto the strap once again.
Not waiting a second longer, she's pounding into you with the same ferocity, panting into your neck as she settles on her feet and elbows. Your legs wrap around her waist as she fucks you. Your vision is already starting to blur again, only this time the sensitivity is higher, leaving you canting and bucking as she takes you.
Your hands grip onto her shoulder blades, fingers digging into the skin of her back, panties still settled between your teeth. Your nails bite into her back, and she has to hold back a growl of pleasure. She loves it when you and Steph mark her, leave bites and scratches in her skin when she fucks you both. Her ego is only boosted by the shouts of pleasure she draws out of you two.
To which, when she hears you cry out louder, she fastens her pace, doubling down and angling her hips slightly more up to hit your spot better. With that, your vision goes flash hot white as you release with a muffled scream.
Caitlin cries out with you, hips jutting, and she moans when she feels the mess you've left on the fronts of her hips and thighs and the sheets below you.
Slowly moving to bring you down, she stops and waits for your breathing to slow as she pulls out of you. You gasp, finally feeling empty as the strap is unclipped and tossed at the suitcase once again, the girl just about collapsing on top of you, still placed with your legs around her.
Steph gets up off her own bed with a slight wobble, and that's when you notice the lack of feeling in your trembling legs. You let out a laugh of disbelief, and Caitlin can only smugly grin, one at having made you squirt and two at having left you with jelly legs. It's only happened two other times, and they were both times done by Steph.
You yank the pillow from under you both and toss it at the doorway to sneak into the wash later.
Steph helps you onto your side, having grabbed a cloth from the bathroom and carefully wipes you down.
If it wasn't for the fact they were professional athletes on a high, you'd be amazed by the energy they still had in them after all of that and 90 minutes of gameplay. After that, both of them clean themselves with a relatively quick cloth bath and settle back into bed with you as you begin to doze slowly. Caitlin settles against your back, and Steph settles against your front.
They both wrap their arms around you, bringing the single bed sheet up to cover what they can of the three of you. Your breathing finally recovered. You press a deep but slow kiss to Steph's lips, and Caitlin sits up on her elbow, so you do the same with her. The mumble whispered words of affirmation against your skin.
"God I fucking love you both."
They both laugh, hands caressing your face, shoulder and hip. "We love you too baby girl."
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Breakfast the next morning is a shit show. Emily can't quite look you all in the eye, though she does poke fun at Steph, and Sam lets rip into you about keeping her up for three whole hours. Katrina just shakes her head, rubbing her temples, glad she remembered earplugs for Harper before she left sweden.
The other girls who were out had returned just an hour later to find a dead looking Sam, Mini, and Em, and they all nodded at Caitlin and Steph's door. Of course, they all then just layed into the three of you, teasing and pointing out visible hickeys, Charlie poking the most fun at you, with several hickeys now visble on your collarbone as you sit there with your face in your hands at the day ahead of you all.
"Y/L! CATLEY! FOORD!."
"Oh shit." Caitlin.
Steph just facepalms.
Sam looks vindicated but slightly scared for you at the same time.
All the other girls just ooh and whistle at you all.
Except for Mini, she just slaps you upside the head and glares as you all walk away in a way that only mothers can.
All you can mutter as you all skulk into the meeting room where a furious looking Gustafson is standing, is.
"Here we go."
*Oh my lord, and we're done folks, here you guys go.
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spicy ask here but can i request a drabble of elliot and farmer about to go down on each other and farmer reveals to elliot thatâs heâs their first time (iâve been obsessed with your work, i always love reading your posts and i love your disability pride month works, ty for making me feel seen :D)
a/n: so sorry that this took forever! between being in anti-horny writing mode and getting sick, i couldn't complete this in a timely fashion (>,<);; but i hope you enjoy this, nonetheless! (and tysm for the praise towards my disability pride month write a thon hehe)
wc: 595
warnings: nsfw, farmer's a virgin, gender neutral farmer (too many uses of the word 'hole'), sweet sappy love making, elliott's a good partner, safe sex, aftercare
summary: you confess to elliott that you're a virgin and he tries to give you the best first time possible
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virginial bliss - elliott x farmer â
Elliott hovered over your nude body, his freckled cheeks dusted red from the summer heat and the passion of the night's early foreplay. You looked simply divine, sweat clinging to your supple skin and your pupils as wide as saucers. His cock lined up against your lubed up hole, the mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum and eager to feel your warmth.
"Ellie..." you mewled to the writer. He focused on your face, appreciating every aspect from your eyes to your lips, as he responded, "Yes, my love?"
"I need to tell you something," you answered. Elliott pushed himself off of you and sat on his knees, "Oh! Is everything alright, dear?" he wouldn't proceed without your consent, waiting for your word like an obedient pup. You too sat up and wrapped your arms around Elliott, pulling back down on you, "Ellie..." you hummed, "This is a little embarrassing but..." you leaned into his ear, hot breath tickling his skin, "I'm a virgin."
"You are?" the redhead seemed stunned. How could someone as beautiful, as amazing, as sweet as you be a virgin? Nonetheless, he whispered back, "Do not fret, my love. I'll do my best to ensure that your first time is lovely as can be."
"You treat me so well, Elliott," you pressed a kiss to his neck, "I'm so happy that you're gonna be my first time."
"Of course," he resumed his position, tip of his cock pointing at your hole, "I'll go as slow as possible, please let me know if you need me to stop, alright?"
"Alright," you replied, holding onto Elliott's arms. Your nails dug into his skin, as he pushed himself inside of your warm hole, the foreign sensation of being full down in your hole made you mewl like a pathetic little kitten.
"Doing okay?" asked Elliott, pausing his entry. He was only half way in and already, you were melting from his cock, "Yes!" you exclaimed, "Keep going!"
Elliott obeyed and pushed the remainder of his cock inside, earning a choked moan from you. Tears swelled up in the corners of your eyes, but Elliott quickly wiped them away, "Let's take a moment, you will adjust soon enough."
You clung to Elliott, holding on tight until the pain in your hole morphed into unfamiliar pleasure. Your skin was on fire, your heart was pounding, and Yoba did you need to be fucked.
"Ellie!" you cried out to the redhead, "Please, please move!"
"Absolutely, my dear," he began to thrust, the sensation turning your mind to goo. All you could think about was Elliott, as he made love to you in that farmhouse bed. Elliott peppered kisses on your chest and neck while he thrusted into your hole, his mind consumed with thoughts of you.
It felt like an eternity before Elliott climaxed, trapping you in a vice with his toned arms while he shot ropes of cum into the condom. You soon followed him in climax, your body convulsing while you rode your orgasm. After a moment of rest, Elliott pulled out of your hole and discarded the condom, leaving the bedroom and returning with a wet towel from the bathroom.
"You did so good," purred Elliott, as he wiped any fluids off of you and kissed your face, "You did so very good."
"Elliott..." you pulled him into an embrace after he cleaned you up, "I love you," you confessed. Elliott's cheeks reddened at your 'I love you' and muttered back, "I love you, too," as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.
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I Can See You: Chapter 4 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)
I Can See You
Fic master post here
*Not beta read
Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission.Â
Chapter 4
Things heat up between you and Ellie during your secret meetings after school. Neither of you are sure where this is going but you are too caught up in eachother to care.Â
Word count: 3.8 k
CW: No use of y/n, profanities, a little bit spicy, *Ellie and reader are both 18*
âWhat would you do if I went to touch you now?â Ellie whispers, her warm breath on your ear. Her smile? Devilish.Â
You turn to meet her gaze, your faces only centimeters apart.
âI donât⊠Iâm notâŠâ stumbles out, flushed and flustered.Â
âI can tell you,â Ellie declares with unnerving confidence. Your palms are sweating but Ellie is feeding off the tension.Â
You search her eyes, amidst an Ellie Williams induced frenzy. âHow would youâŠâ you attempt to ask, but are in too much disarray to form a complete thought. You find yourself holding your breath.Â
âReleaseâŠâ she glances down at her hand where something is scribbled in blue ink. âOxytocin. Which has a positive feedback loop, like us. Though most hormones have a negative feedback loop.â
You release your held breath into a relieved, and very charmed, laugh. âI didnât even teach you that!â
She looks back at you in enchanted wonder. âTrying to boost my grade with you, I did some extra credit.â
You struggle to find the breath to speak, she has taken it away. âEllie I donât understand,â you shake your head. The idea that Ellie has gone out of her way to impress you only fuels the fire that burns inside of you. It just feels too good to be true.Â
âYes you do. I brush past you in the hallway. Iâve been watching you for ages, even though Iâve spent my time trying not to feel it. We kept everything professional, but something changed. Something that I like. So what would you do if I went to touch you now?â
âI donât know.â You admit and look away, embarrassed and overwhelmed by all of this attention. This isnât her teasing âtutor girlâ anymore. This is real. Ellie wants you and you are finally going to let yourself want her back.Â
Ellie lifts her hand to lightly hold your chin and turn your face back towards her. She drags her finger along your jaw, up to your ear, tucking a piece of hair behind it. Then her fingertips brush down your spine, sending shivers, and her hand stops to sit on the small of your back.Â
âYou arenât pulling away,â she points out, pupils blown wide, her dazzling green irises hardly visible.Â
âI donât want to,â you confess and bite your lip and it draws her attention there. âI want you close.â
Ellie is still watching your lips when she asks âso this is ok?â
âMore than ok,â you murmur and she locks in eye contact again. You can feel the warmth the two of you are radiating amidst the passion and proximity.Â
âHow would you feel if I⊠created another chemical reaction?â She asks innocently and you just nod your head, giving her permission to take things further.Â
Ellie looks down bashfully. âSo itâs ok if IâŠâ
You cut her off, giggling, âjust kiss me already, space nerd.â
Ellie smiles into the kiss, she stays that way for a moment before her lips melt into yours.
Itâs even better than the last time. She really means it. Itâs not just a game this time. She could be kissing any girl she wants right now. And she chose you.Â
âEllie, what is,â you motion back and forth between the two of you, âthis?â You arenât sure that you are ready for the answer, but you need to know.Â
âIâm not sure,â she sighs. She grabs your hand without breaking eye contact. âI know what I want, but itâs more complicated than that.â
What would people say if they saw you two together? On her side and yours. But what would Ellie do if no one else knew? What would you do? âLet me ask you this, what would you do if we never made a sound?â
Ellieâs serious face turns into a shit eating grin. âWell that would be kind of hard, with what I want to do together.â
You roll your eyes playfully and place a hand on her shoulder. She relaxes under your touch. âWhat would you do if they never found us out?â
Ellie's eyes are a little dazed. âI would be with you. Not just physically. A real relationship. You would be mine.â
âBut somethingâs holding you back?â She nods. You would be asking a lot of her, to roll the dice here, and she would be doing the same to you. âI donât expect either of us to turn our life upside down for something we donât know is going to work.â
She nods sadly and looks away for a moment. When she looks back she blurts out âI can see you being my addiction,â and pulls you in for another kiss.Â
This one is messier. Ravenous. Ellie is sloppy, not because she doesnât care, but because she canât get enough. Thereâs not a thought in her head aside from you. Sheâs forgotten all about social status, and anyone else that she has ever met for that matter. Â
Ellie pulls you to sit across her lap. Her toned arms hold you balanced and tight to her. You feel at home in her embrace.Â
The two of you keep changing the position of your hands, desperate to explore each other. Eventually you push Ellieâs flannel off her shoulders and down her arms, throwing it to the side. You can feel her smirk against your lips and she creates enough space between you so that she can unzip and remove your hoodie.Â
You reach under her shirt, though only a little, running your fingertips over her tight abs. Fuck, they turn you on even more then you already are. Your hands start to inch higher, finding the bottom of her sports bra.
But before you can go any further an alarm rings. Ellie doesnât seem like she has any intention of stopping, so itâs up to you to be responsible. It requires remarkable strength on your part.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â She asks, trying to catch her breath.
âBecause your alarm went off? Iâm assuming you need to get to practice.â
âPractice can wait,â she mumbles before kissing you again. You let her for a moment, how could you help yourself? However, you reluctantly get up off her lap after briefly enjoying the moment.
She sits there and pouts, her bottom lip puffed out and her doe eyes pleading.Â
You try to hide your own disappointment. âYou have to go to practice Ellie.â Her nose scrunches up in annoyance.Â
âThey are going to ask why you were late,â you remind her.
âYeahhhh,â she groans, shoulders slumped.Â
You try to think of a way to cheer her up. âFor now you can see me as a secret mission.â
That cracks a particularly mischievous smile. "Itâs like Romeo and Juliet, without the death. Gnomeo and Juliet.â
You giggle at her ridiculously accurate comparison. âRemind me to suggest some reading to you that depicts healthy relationships.âÂ
Ellie nods in agreement, so happy that you liked her joke. âOnly if you read it to me.â
âThat I can do.â You temporarily get lost in her entrancing eyes. They are filled with joy. âSo, I'll see you Wednesday after school?â You question, still having trouble accepting this as reality.Â
The freckled face in front of you smirks. "You say that like you wonât be checking me out whenever you get the chance.â
You roll your eyes, though visibly smitten. âLike you wonât be looking right back at me, Williams.â
âCan I text you?â She asks shyly.Â
Your eyebrows shoot up. "Iâll be looking forward to getting notifications from âSpace Nerdâ.â
She takes a moment, like she is trying to build up some courage, though she still looks somewhat nervous. âCan I send you the time and place for my game tomorrow?â
âI would love to go to your game, Ellie. I really do like watching you play. Even if I have no idea what is going on. I just donât know what I am supposed to say when people start questioning me. My friends didnât think much about going to the home games, but if they find out Iâm traveling all over they are going to get suspicious.â You feel bitter when you say this, not towards her, but the situation.
Ellie looks disappointed but gives you an understanding nod. âI guess youâre right. Would you be able to watch the stream?â
âAbsolutely, just let me know where to watch it.â Ellieâs face lights up when you tell her that. She gathers her things and gives you a quick peck on the lips before she says goodbye and leaves.
The room feels completely different without her presence, like she took the sunshine with her. In just a short time Ellie has become so important to you. You look forward to seeing her, even if itâs only to catch a glimpse.Â
You go home, begrudgingly, wishing you could wait around to see Ellie again after practice. On the way home you listen to your favorite song, the one that Ellie loves too. It brings you back to the trivia she played to win a kiss. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, never imagined that you would end up here.Â
A little later you get a text from Ellie, itâs a picture of the screen in her car, sheâs listening to your song.Â
You: Pretty sentimental arenât you
Space Nerdđđ€: Iâve been turned into a hopeless romanticÂ
You: So we can do cute stuff? We arenât official, I wasnât sure if we wouldÂ
Space Nerdđđ€: We can do all the cute stuff but Iâm new to this you are going to have to tutor meÂ
You: That is my specialty:)
Space Nerdđđ€: Not to kill the moodÂ
Space Nerdđđ€: But did you start tutoring that girl today
You: No
You: We start Wednesday
You: Iâm down to tutoring 3 people rn
Space Nerdđđ€: You were tutoring other people the whole time you were tutoring me?????
You: I thought you knewđ
Space Nerdđđ€: I never really thought about it until now:/
You: I have 4 people Iâm tutoring rn
You: And you as a bonusđ
Space Nerdđđ€: Am I your favorite?
You: By far. I always look forward to seeing you:)
You: And you are the only one I kiss
Space Nerdđđ€: Letâs keep it that wayÂ
You arenât usually crafty, but you make 2 mini fan signs for Ellie. One to slip into her locker and one for you to have when you watch her games. Itâs the school colors, says âLetâs Go Ellie!â, and has her jersey number on it. You even add a few hearts.
The next day you get to school a little early. There arenât many people around so itâs easy to slide the little sign into Ellieâs locker without anyone noticing.Â
Ellie texts you asking if there is anything you arenât good at. You tell her that you still arenât good at lacrosse, maybe she can give you some more lessons. She promises that she will.Â
Between classes that afternoon Ellie is right there when you exit into the hallway from your classroom. If you had been walking any faster, you would have crashed into her. You have to stop to respect the flow of traffic, but Ellie and her friends keep walking, but not without brushing her hand over yours when she sees that itâs you.Â
Ellieâs eyes stay focused on you, and you wonder how long sheâs going to keep this up. That is until she trips and crashes into one of her friends.Â
You send Ellie a good luck text when you get home from school, you arenât sure what her afternoon looks like with an away game, and you want to make sure she sees it.
Space Nerdđđ€: Leaving the locker room now to get on the bus
Space Nerdđđ€: Feeling SUPER hype
Space Nerdđđ€: Have been all day
Space Nerdđđ€: I want to impress youđ
Space Nerdđđ€: If I play well when you are watching you will be my little 4 leaf clover and wonât be able to miss another gameđ€
You: Iâll always be cheering you onđ„°
While you wait for Ellieâs game to start you watch the streams of the away games you have missed. You will watch them all tonight so that you are caught up and have seen every second of Ellieâs playing time this season. Itâs your duty as her #1 fan.
You turn on the game and lock in right away.Â
During the second quarter you miss a minute to go to the bathroom and the other team scores a goal. But as soon as you sit back down Ellie scores too. Her superstitions are in the back of your head, so your eyes are glued to the screen.Â
You eventually find yourself cheering out loud. Your mom knocks on your door and when you answer she asks why you are yelling. You tell her you are supporting women in sports and shoo her away. After sitting back down you see that the other team scored another goal. But within seconds of you watching again Ellie scores as well.Â
The team ended up winning and Ellie had a great game, possibly the best youâve ever seen her play. She did impress you like she had wanted. In all honesty she could have tripped over herself, and you would find it so cute it wouldnât matter. But thatâs beside the point.
When you go to the library and meet up with Elise the next day you take her to you and Ellieâs table out of habit.Â
There is a book on the table, which is unusual. The librarian is usually pretty strict about cleaning up after yourself, so it couldnât have been left there more than a few minutes ago. Â When you sit down you see that the book is about the Apollo space missions, which gives you an idea of how it may have ended up there. Your suspicions are confirmed when you open up the book to where a piece of paper sticks out.Â
It has a little drawing of a four-leaf clover. You slide the piece of paper into your pocket, youâve saved every note from Ellie.Â
You have to hold off on daydreaming about Ellie and focus on your job. You get straight down to business and avoid unnecessary conversation.Â
At the end of the period Elise says to you âI donât think I have your number.â
âLet me write it down for you,â you tell her, grabbing a pen and paper. âI might not always answer texts right away, but if you have any questions just let me know and hopefully, Iâll be able to answer it in time.â
âOh yeah, sure.â Elise makes a sour face, and you realize that she was not looking to text you for homework help.Â
You have Ellie, though in secret, and you canât even imagine looking at another girl the way you look at her.Â
âFeel free to text me about your schoolwork.âÂ
You check out the Apollo space mission book from the library on your way out.Â
That afternoon you are back in the same spot with Ellie. She greeted you with a kiss, but you reminded her you should avoid messing around until your work is done. You make sure she knows that all bets are off after you get done what you need to.Â
âOne of my friends knows about us,â she mentions casually a few minutes in.
Your head snaps towards her, eyes practically bulging out of your head. âSeriously? Who? Why?â
âYou know Paz? We always sit next to each other on the bus for lacrosse. She saw me change your contact name to a four-leaf clover and a heart. I practically had to cover her mouth to keep her from yelling. She was⊠shocked. Iâve never put a heart emoji next to a girl's name before.â
You donât know Paz personally, but you do have a positive opinion from what you do know of her. Sheâs been in a few AP classes with you. Paz is popular but doesnât subscribe to the social hierarchy. She mostly hangs out with the popular crowd and the other athletes, but sheâs got ties to many friend groups.Â
âI donât know her well, but Iâve always thought she was nice. You trust her?âÂ
âTrust her 93.7%. She lost points because she started calling herself âMr. Steal Your Girlâ and said she would âswoop inâ if I âfumbleâ you.âÂ
You let out the breath you had been holding in and laugh. âFair enough. I want you to know that I donât plan on telling my friends about you quite yet. Iâm not sure they would be too thrilled.â
Ellieâs jaw drops. âWhat do you mean? I am delightful!â
You hold her hand when you explain this to her. âI know you as Space Nerd Ellie, but you have a reputation that precedes you. Most people only know Ellie Williams, player of the year. Not referring to lacrosse.âÂ
Ellie rubs the back of her neck with gritted teeth. âI cannot deny those allegations. But youâve changed me! When the time comes, Iâll prove it.â
You kiss Ellieâs cheek. âJust so you know, my only intention was to change the grades, the rest is all you. I didnât change you; you grew because you had the support you needed.â
She leans her head on your shoulder. âYou listen to me talk about things no one else will. You actually care about me. Meeting you did for me what becoming a real planet did for Pluto.â
âI would probably compare myself to the moon landing in terms of big space events, but Pluto works too.â
Ellie hits you with a smolder. "You can land on my moon any day.â
âNoted. Iâll take you up on that when we get our work done.â
âIâve never been so motivated to do work before in my life.â
You just laugh at her and continue your assignment. You help her out with some sentence phrasing and she quizzes you with flash cards.
In the middle of the flash cards your phone buzzes and you ignore it. Youâll look at it when you get the chance.Â
âArenât you going to get that?â Ellie questions.
âNot right now. If anything could distract me itâs you, and thatâs not even going to happen.â
After going through all the flash cards Ellie moves her chair to put herself in your personal space.
You had gotten through your work faster than expected. There was a reason to keep up the pace, but you were still thorough.Â
She sighs dramatically. âItâs a shame there are so many bookshelves in here.â
âWell this is a library,â you tell her, though you know that this is the start to one of her jokes. You are happy to play along. No matter how silly she is, she always makes you laugh and smile.Â
âThey are just⊠everywhere.â She groans.Â
You continue to play along, curious as to what the punchline is going to be. "I canât say that I understand the problem.â
Ellie whispers in your ear. âThereâs no clear space, and I can see you up against a wall with me.â
âIs that so?â You ask, putting your hand on her thigh.
âYou wouldnât believe half the things I see inside my head.â That sends shivers down your spine.Â
âIâve got a pretty active imagination.â
Ellie wraps an arm around your waist. âWait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet.â
âIs that a threat or a promise?â You mumble, dirty fantasies dancing through your head.Â
âWhatever you want it to be.â
You pull Ellie into you by her shirt and she gets up to turn, straddle your legs, and be face to face with you.
âFuck.â Is all she has to say.
Your lips find her pulse and you place your first kiss there. You pepper them all over her neck, softly at the beginning. After nipping at her neck she moans and itâs all over from there. You nibble and suck all over.Â
It suddenly hits you that you are leaving behind evidence. You reluctantly detach your mouth from her, causing her to whine.
âYou already have two hickies, people are going to see that,â you warn her.Â
Ellie shrugs. âWho gives a fuck, let âem see.â
âI like that.â You run your fingers through her hair.Â
âYou are the only girl I want attention from,â she promises, and you believe her.Â
âEvery time we are together you make me want you even more,â you confess to Ellie and her eyes sparkle with desire.
âWell thatâs the whole point!â She shakes her head, her auburn hair a little rustled. âIâm trying to max out the relationship bar.â
âThereâs no maxing it. The limit does not exist.â
âI was never going to stop trying to impress you anyways.â
âGood,â you giggle. âNASA is always finding new things. Iâd be sad if my space nerd didnât tell me all about it.â
Ellie gets all giddy like a little kid. âI will be taking you to a planetarium the first chance I get.â
Your lips part and you canât say anything at first. After a moment you ask âlike on a date?â
âYes! Iâve always wanted to go on a planetarium date. But Iâve always dated the wrong kind of girl.â Sheâs referencing what you told her when you found out other girls donât care about her dorky interests. You love them, you think they show the real Ellie.
You are still very surprised by the whole date concept. âItâs just⊠weâd be together. In public. Where other people could see.â
âThe one I go to is a few towns over, never seen anyone I know before.â
âI know some people that go on occasion, Iâll have to wear a disguise like a celebrity,â you laugh.Â
Ellie lays her head in your lap and stares up at you like youâre a daydream. âI never thought a girl would want to go on a date to the planetarium, let alone enjoy it, let alone being a celebrity.â
âWell you are a celebrity at school,â you remind her. âFor the record I canât wait to hear you tell me everything you know about the stars.â
âIâm not popular for anything nearly as cool!â Ellie declares sitting up.Â
âYouâre right. I am way cooler than Ellie Williams,â you tease her.Â
She reaches into her backpack, pulls out a dinosaur figurine, and places it in front of you. âAnd Iâm the nerd of your dreams.â
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ellie i NEED to know your thoughts on halsin from bg3 like! i don't even go here, i haven't played it yet, but god damn đ i'd say i want to know him biblically but there's nothing holy about what's going to happen when i finally get the game and find his ass. alexa, play slut him out by baby tate
PFSHEBEUDDNNEEJ BABE WE R IN SYNC........tbh I've been workin on a halsin fic that one of my besties suggested but i keep getting so many ideas for it i haven't finished any of them LOL but u are so right.....it is a marathon to grasp the bear's heart but once u do its OVER for us hoes......
(cws: halsin sexy scenes spoilers, m on gn oral, size kink but make it a lil spicy)
Actually I'm glad you asked bc one thing I can't get off my mind is how he goes down on you so hard, like.....he's canonically packing and I can't think of anything but that Halsin's the type to eat you out every time because he's a horndog, but also because he doesn't want to hurt you and he wants to make sure you can take him đđ he strikes me as the kind of guy to make time for it even if you're just sneaking away for a quickie or something like that, and while it seems like it's a (albeit very hot) cautionary measure, you very quickly find out that he's just in love with listening to you gasp, feeling your hands in his hair, your thighs squeezing round his head, and that the taste of you is like an addiction he can't just shake off. Besides, the first time he does it while you're standing over him, and the idea of him using his size to his advantage to just sit your whole weight on his face.........prrrrr. He can prop your back up against a tree and nuzzle his nose right up against your sweet spot, and when your toes frantically scrape the ground trying to lift some of your weight off, Halsin just grabs each thigh and raises you a little higher so you can't reach--you just sink further down on his tongue, exactly where he wants you to be. The only way you can move is to hump his face when you're just trying to shift your hips, but at the mercy of his strength keeping you off the ground everything you do just turns both of you on more. If he had a moment to speak he'd reassure you there's nothing to worry about, that he's not going to break his neck and there's no way you could hurt him.....but that would involve him stopping before he's finished his meal, and he can't help being ravenous around you.
Although to be honest, even though Halsin genuinely doesn't want to hurt you and loves the act of preparation, I don't think he'd necessarily be opposed to it. There might be a point where there's just nothing more you can do; you might be a virgin, or inexperienced, or just too tight that he knows it's going to hurt at least a little bit when he slides in. Not that he'd want to break you, and in fact I think he would dial up the gentleness and reassurances by 100% if you were truly anxious over it. But there's part of him that likes knowing he's making his mark on you. It turns him on when you look up at him knowing you're going to be left walking with a limp, and yet encourage him to make it a noticeable one as you wiggle down on his lap with fervor in your eyes. He's a druid, he knows how to heal, so he can smooth over those small injuries with relative ease if they do pose a problem--but how hot would it be to watch you struggle to take him, your breathing hot and laboured yet determined as you pull him closer? The clawing down his back as you whine about him stretching you out, making it burn, but you won't let him pull out more than an inch? How you hiss and grunt each time that protruding, prominent vein down his shaft catches when he thrusts back in, only to clench down on it hard when he warns you he's about to cum? Halsin doesn't mind you having a quiet vendetta against his cock for ruining you, especially not since you'll let his tongue make it up for all that abuse on your poor, soft holes. The tears and your smeared makeup will make way for kisses soon enough, and he'll wash you clean in the cold river until the water runs clear, and you'll be working from a fresh slate. And he can do it alllllll over again, again, again, until either one of you taps out--or you have to pause your adventure for a day or two of bed rest, of course.
#i love u girly TY for giving me the opportunity to be NASTY !!!!#halsin#halsin x reader#halsin x tav#baldur's gate 3#bg3#spicy writing#ellie writes#anons
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Chapter warnings: language, violence, angst
A/N: this chapter might be a little slower than the rest, but I felt like it was important to establish how they are surviving. I tried to keep it spicy and interesting but please stay with me, I believe I have some great stuff coming up :)
Chapter Ten
Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak
AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)
Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.
Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters
October 2003
Pittsburgh, PA
It had taken you nearly a full month to make it 400 miles, having to stop frequently and rest for a couple days here and there, but you were halfway to Chicago. Your bodies were not used to the constant exercise, and it required you to rest more than you expected. Joel suspected you were both deficient in some capacity since all you had eaten was canned and processed food for a month and exerting much more energy than normal. You were holed up in a small cabin outside of Pittsburgh, about 10 miles away from reaching the city. Joel had broken into the cabin late last night, and the two of you collapsed into bed once he confirmed the place was empty. He had planned to stay here for a couple days, wanting to make sure you were both as well rested as possible.
The next morning, Joel was looking around the small basement of the cabin, his flashlight bouncing off the dirty concrete walls while you went through the clothes left in the dressers upstairs, determining which ones were suitable to swap out. With winter fast approaching, you both needed to find clothes with longer sleeves and extra layers.
His flashlight scanned over a rusted metal shelving unit in the far corner. He walked over to inspect the items, finding mostly cleaning products, insect repellant, paint, and other chemicals. At the very bottom he found a hunting trap which he picked up to examine, pleasantly surprised to find it was still functional. He took it upstairs and placed it on the small kitchen table, then went to find you in the bedroom, where he heard you opening and shutting the dresser drawers.
The queen bed was covered in clothes, women's clothes on the right and men's on the left. On the floor you had tossed three well-worn hunting jackets, and on the other side of the room was a pile of discarded clothes that looked like they were meant for warmer months.
"Makinâ some progress up here?â he asked, bending down to take a closer look at the jackets and opening the pockets to see what was left behind. He triumphantly pulled out a few batteries and a lighter, shoving them in his jeans pocket. He picked the jacket up and shook the dust off before trying it on.
"Yeah, we got some good options. I think the guy's clothes will fit you, her clothes will be a little baggy on me but that's fine, I can do layers," you said over your shoulder as you scooped up loose socks from the top drawer and tossed them on the bed, getting to work matching and rolling them up. "Did you find anything useful?"
Joel put the jacket back on the floor and picked up a second one, trying that one on before settling on the third, which was a little big on him, but the thick leather kept him well insulated. "Yeah, actually, I found a hunting trap. I'm gonna go out a little ways and see if we can catch somethin', I think we need more protein, we've been needin' to take too many breaks lately."
"You want me to come with you?" you stood up after matching up the last pair of socks.
"Nah, I won't be long, you keep workin' on this stuff here." Joel grabbed his rifle and the trap, closing the front door behind him and setting out into the woods.
The cabin was surrounded by a thick forest but there were a few trails that must have been forged by deer given how tall the grass and narrow the paths were. Joel walked carefully into the trees, staying alert for any threats. Out this far into the wilderness, infected weren't the problem. The pair of you hadn't come across any more people since that night in his apartment a month ago but he made sure you stayed off the roads as much as possible. You weren't as quiet or withdrawn anymore, but he noticed you were becoming hardened by the world you were forced to live in. He had seen the slow progression as you both learned how to take down infected as efficiently as possible. He remembered when you first had to do it: you were so scared he could see the switchblade shaking in your hand as you snuck up behind a dormant runner. As the weeks went on and you practiced more, you became more comfortable taking them down, but he also saw the hardness growing in your eyes. He knew it was just a product of your environment and it was essential in order to survive, but some nights when he was unable to sleep, he laid awake and imagined a world where he could be a shield for you, taking all damage, and you could be your warm and sweet self again, safe under his protection.
Being out in the wild without the comfort of an apartment helped quell his feelings for you a little. He was less distracted when he had to always be on high alert, forcing his thoughts off you and onto survival. But whenever you stayed in a safe spot for a few days, like this cabin, he eventually found his thoughts wandering back to how soft your lips were against his that night, the curve of your hips in your dress, or the way you moaned into his mouth. The forced proximity and the illusion of safety usually meant his body ended up finding yours in the middle of the night and pulled you close to him. You never mentioned it, and neither did he, but he knew it was a byproduct of trying to stamp out his feelings for you. It was almost like his mind was saying one thing, but his body was refusing to obey. So, whenever he woke and found himself tangled in you once again, he didnât allow himself to savor the moment and quickly removed himself from you before his heart swelled and he would be lost in you all over again.
It was about a ten minute walk from the cabin before Joel found a good spot to place the trap. It was near a big bush that looked to be home to some kind of animal based on the prints in the dirt. He took a pink scarf out of his pocket and ripped a piece off, tying it to the tree branch above the trap. As he followed his footsteps back, every minute or so he tore another piece off and tied it to a branch until he reached the cabin. He pushed the door open and set the rifle down by the door. He heard you singing softly to yourself in the bedroom, completely unaware he had entered the cabin. The first instinct he had was to chastise you for not being more aware of your surroundings, but the part of him that was desperate to protect you ultimately won, and instead he stood in the kitchen to listen.
You left the bedroom with an armful of rags you had made from the summer clothes in the corner, lyrics softly leaving your lips when you saw Joel standing there and yelped out of fright.
âJesus, Joel, you scared the shit out of me!â you exclaimed before taking your pile of rags to the couch and setting them down. âHow long were you standing there?â
âJust walked in a minute ago,â he replied, giving you a small smirk. âFound a good spot for the trap, Iâll check it before sundown. Maybe weâll get lucky.â He shrugged the hunting jacket off and draped it over a chair.
You nodded and headed over to the cupboard to see what the previous residents left behind.
âAre you hungry? We have some soup here, and some canned stew. What do you want?â You turned to face him with your hand on your hip, but his gaze seemed unfocused and his thoughts far away at your question. Moments like this felt so domestic and it made him ache. What did he want? He wanted everything you had to offer. He wanted to turn back time and take back what he said to you, before he ruined everything. He wanted domestic bliss where you made him dinner and he had you for dessert. He didnât want to be fighting for your lives while you ate expired Dinty Moore.
His gaze refocused on you and replied, âIâll take the soup.â He reached into his jeans pocket and found the lighter from earlier and got to work setting up a small fire outside while you rummaged around for pots to heat up the canned delicacies that awaited you.
Joel had just left to check the trap before it got too dark, and you were left scrubbing the pots in the sink until your fingers felt raw. You dreaded any time he left. You hated being away from him, and not because you were scared, it was something more. You figured it out when one morning about a week ago you woke up wrapped in his arms again, for maybe the third time, but that morning was when you realized you only truly slept well when he sought you out in the middle of the night to pull you close and breathe you in. You were always disappointed when he woke up and pulled away from you so fast, leaving you feeling ashamed for being the only one who wanted it to continue. You had to constantly remind yourself it meant nothing, that Joel only had wanted one thing from you by replaying how mad he got for not sleeping with him that night. He never apologized for it, and you know you shouldnât care anymore, but sometimes when you let your thoughts wander, it bothered you.
You put the pots back in the cupboard and raked your fingers through your hair aggressively, looking out the window to see if you could spot him. You hadnât had any moments between you like that day in the subway when you saw the heat behind his gaze as you ran your hand up his arm. You convinced yourself afterwards that you had misread the situation, that the look in his eyes was not one of passion, but one of disapproval, and the embarrassment for the way you behaved sat with you for the next week. Eventually, the embarrassment faded when your focus was redirected to surviving in the wild and learning how to take down infected. You were both becoming pretty good at it, so long as you had the upper hand and noticed them first. Only twice did Joel have to use a gun to take one down, so your ammo reserve was still well stocked. But there was something feral that triggered inside you when you watched him kill: the little curl his upper lip made when he made contact, the fire in his eyes when the adrenaline kicked in, the way the muscles in his arms moved from the force of piercing a knife through their skulls. There had to be something wrong with you, nobody should find something like that attractive.
You heard his boots walking up the small porch, but you put your hand on your gun, just in case you were wrong. He opened the door, smiling proudly and holding up a dead rabbit to show you, and set the rifle back down in the corner by the door.
âIâll go skin it, get it prepped for later. We can finally have a real meal for dinner.â Joel said, still holding the rabbit in his hand. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his smile faltering a bit when he noticed your expression seemed a little distant. You shook your head and smiled.
âNothing, Iâm fine, just distracted today,â you assured him, then turned around to find a small bag of rice you had seen next to the soup earlier. âIâll make this to eat with dinner.â You plopped it down on the counter and went back to the bedroom to review the clothes you had set aside. Joelâs eyes followed you until you disappeared around the corner. He could tell something was wrong, but he knew better than to push it.
Joel was right about needing more protein and rest. You both felt recharged after just two nights but allowed yourselves the luxury of one more night indoors before heading off towards Pittsburgh. The morning you planned to leave was when Joel had let his guard down and you awoke entwined with him again. It was early, the sun hadnât even risen yet. You knew the longer you let him do this, the more hurt you would ultimately inflict upon yourself, but as hard as you tried you just could not bring yourself to be the one to end the embrace. So, you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself back to sleep.
Joel stirred when the sun shone into his eyes through the thin curtains, squinting and yawning. As usual, he detached himself from you quickly, frustrated with his subconscious once again. After using the bathroom, he went outside to start a fire. The air was crisp and there was a sharp autumn wind that took his breath away. He huddled in his new jacket and shifted from foot to foot as he waited for the fire to flare up. He looked up into the sky, trying to detect if any rain would be heading your way, but the forest blocked most of his view. He heard the cabin door swing shut and twisted around to watch you walk down the steps wrapped in one of the other hunting jackets and carrying a kettle in one hand and the jar of instant coffee in another. He reached out to take the items from you so you could go back inside and grab two mugs and a spoon. He sat down on one of the thick logs used for stools that were surrounding the firepit and waited for the water to boil. You came back out with the mugs but also had a couple bowls and packets of instant oatmeal.
ââMorning,â you greeted groggily, setting the items down on one of the empty logs and choosing a spot next to him. You yawned, looking around the forest and buried your face in your coat when the wind picked up.
âSleep ok?â Joel asked you, knowing full well he was setting you up to ask about the way he woke up clutching you, but much to his relief, it seemed as though that topic was never brought up.
You nodded, saying, âYeah, better than usual.â And left it at that.
Neither of you were morning people and generally didnât speak much until coffee hit your system. You had been lucky so far and found reserves of it at most of the places you stopped, but you had to dip into the stash from your apartment when you made camp in the forest. You sipped your coffee and ate your oatmeal in silence.
âNext time we find a sporting goods store, we oughta look for a bow and arrow, somethinâ silent,â Joel mused as he scraped his bowl. âWe should learn to hunt out here. With winter cominâ, it would be a good skill to have.â
You agreed, grabbing both bowls and the kettle while he picked up the mugs and snuffed out the fire. It was probably pointless, but you cleaned your dishes and put them back. It was unlikely the owners of this cabin would find it again, but it just felt wrong to leave things messy. This cabin provided for you both when you needed it and keeping it clean and in its original condition felt like the best way to thank it.
After breakfast, you packed up all your new clothes and replenished any food and rags you could fit in your packs and headed back out on the trail towards Pittsburgh. The forest was thick and lush, and offered a lot of cover, so you were able to make decent time getting to the city, arriving in the early afternoon. You approached a cliffside, stopping there to eat lunch and rest for the first time since you left the cabin. Joel didnât want to start a fire and attract attention, so you ate some granola bars, peanuts and shared a can of peaches while you surveyed the city in the distance.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â you asked him, taking a sip from your canteen.
âWell,â he began, shoving the wrappers from the granola bars into his backpack, âI figure we should steer clear of the city proper best we can, especially the QZ. They wonât ask questions; theyâll just shoot on sight if they see anyone.â
You looked up at the sun in the sky, trying to determine the time. âWe will have to find somewhere in the city thatâs quiet, we wonât make it through before sundown.â You told him, looking back from the sky to meet his gaze. He nodded, impressed.
âYep, youâre exactly right. Good girl.â he said, the compliment making you flush. âIf we stick to the outskirts, maybe we can find a small shop or somethinâ. But weâre gonna have to take turns takinâ watch, I donât trust beinâ this close to soldiers.â he warned you, and you nodded in understanding. After you had spent a few minutes resting, Joel stood up, checking his revolver and tucking it back into his pants and zipping his backpack closed. You followed suit, shoving a rag back into your pack that you used to wipe some sweat off your forehead, and you both soldiered on towards the city.
It was approaching dusk as you and Joel finished clearing out a gas station in a quiet part of the city. There were only three runners inside, and you made quick work of taking them down silently. You helped Joel drag the last body into the men's bathroom, closing the door behind you. Joel wasn't thrilled with the building: it was filled with huge broken windows and left you too exposed for his liking, but the sun was waning, and your choices were limited. There was a small office tucked in the corner that you had emptied of the rolling desk chair and a few boxes of receipts so you could spread out your sleeping bag on the floor. Joel insisted on taking first watch, and you propped the door to the office open with one of the boxes so you could hear if there was any trouble before tucking yourself in.
Joel sat on the rolling chair by the front door, hiding in the darkness behind an aisle, every so often standing in a crouch to glance out the large windows for any movement. He was getting tired, but he still had a couple more hours left on his watch before he woke you. In an effort to keep him awake, he wandered over to the small electronics section behind the cash register, perusing the items on the shelves. His gaze settled on a Timex analog watch. He pried open the package and attached it to his wrist, adjusting the time to match the clock on the wall, assuming it was correct before sitting back down in the chair.
You had about 20 minutes left before he planned to wake you up. Joel was just finishing some beef jerky when he saw flashlights bouncing off a building about a block away. He straightened up in his chair, tossing the bag of jerky to the side, and hoisted the rifle onto his shoulder so he could see through his scope. He watched behind the aisle as a group of four men walked down the street in the direction of the gas station. He could see they were armed, noting knives in their boots, pistols holstered at their hips and two of them held military grade assault rifles. As they came into view, Joel scanned their clothes for any type of military insignia but found none. How did they get those assault rifles?
They were getting closer, but Joel still couldnât tell if they were planning on entering the gas station or if they were just passing through. His hands began to sweat as he gripped his rifle tighter, his body tense and ready to strike. They were about 50 yards away when one of the men laughed at something one of the others said. The rest immediately shushed him, but it was too late. They froze as an unfamiliar noise echoed through the air from a dumpster they had passed half a block ago. Joel frowned, unable to identify the noise, but based on the reactions of the men, they knew. They whipped around, their backs now to the gas station, all four aiming their guns in the direction of the noise. It sounded like a high-pitched screech mixed with a gasp, then a distinct click, click, click. He heard one of the men swear under his breath, his voice sounding shaky as he shifted his weight back and forth nervously. The one next to him tried to get him to be quiet, but his nerves got the best of him, and a shot rang out, making Joel jump in surprise. In his peripheral, he saw you fly out of your sleeping bag, scrambling for your gun. He crouched as low as he could without sacrificing speed, and made his way over to the office, wrapping his hand over your mouth as you twisted around about to shout out to him. He put a finger against his lips, and only when you hastily nodded did he slowly remove his hand, turning back around to hide behind the front counter with you peeking over his shoulder, watching the scene unfold.
Two infected came ambling towards the group. At first, they stumbled and were slow, but when one of them shifted his weight and slid on some loose asphalt, they both let out a horrific scream unlike anything you had heard before and charged towards the group. Neither of you could understand the creatures you were seeing: they had a fungus growing all over their bodies but primarily on their heads, a mouth was the only facial feature you recognized since the fungus had completely grown over the rest of their faces. Blood had stained their throats and chests, their clothes were ripped and barely hung on, and underneath their skin looked wrinkly, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be more layers of fungus.
The assault rifles were spitting bullets and bouncing off the clickers, as if the fungus acted like some type of armor. One of the clickers jumped on the man who had slipped, viciously ripping into his throat while its fingers dug animalistically into his chest and blood pooled in the street below him. Another man saw his opportunity and pressed his pistol to the back of the clickerâs head, firing and watching its body drop to the pavement. Then without hesitation, he aimed his gun at his friendâs head and fired, his body jerked once and stilled. In the meantime, the second clicker had made short work of the other two men, one already ripped apart on the ground while it continued its assault on the other. The man did the same thing: walked up and shot the clicker in the back of the head, and for good measure shot the other two men on the ground. He was now the last man standing, panting for breath as he bent over to rest his hands on his knees. That was when he noticed the blood seeping through his jeans and trickling down to his sneakers.
âFuck,â he whispered to himself, sitting down in the road to lift the pant leg. Joel could see the telltale imprint of teeth and blood when the man aimed his flashlight at his leg. He dropped the pant leg back down and hung his head between his knees. Joel tightened his grip on his rifle, expecting the man to come to the gas station in need of first aid, but before he could blink, the man lifted his pistol up to the side of his head and fired, dropping lifelessly to the side and joining the pile of dead bodies in the road.
Joel twisted around to try to shield your eyes, but it was too late. You let out a shaky breath, one tear sliding down your cheek as you looked up at him, his face full of concern. His eyes traveled down and reached his hand out to cup your face, his thumb gently wiping the tear away. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you had to resist the urge to lean into his touch.
"You alright?" he whispered to you in the dark. You nodded, breaking the contact and standing up.
The whole attack took less than five minutes. Joel approached the broken window and leaned out, listening intently to see if the noise had attracted any more infected or people. You waited as Joel went to each window multiple times to confirm nothing else was around. Satisfied, he turned back to you, your eyes wide and still gripping your gun at your side.
"I don't think anyone else is around," he said, placing the rifle next to the office chair. You nodded, tucking your gun in the back of your jeans.
"What the fuck was that?" you asked, staring at the bodies. "So these things are evolving now?"
"Seems that way," Joel answered, leaning tiredly up against the wall. He fought to keep his eyes open, but you could see he was exhausted.
"Go get some rest, I got this," you told him, "I'll wake you if I hear or see anything at all, I promise."
Joel wanted to resist and tell you he wasn't tired, but a yawn pushed through and gave him away. "You sure?"
"Yeah, go ahead. You need your rest, and we have to get out of this city tomorrow." You waved him off towards the office and went to sit in the chair after you grabbed his rifle, using the scope to get a better look at your surroundings.
Joel didn't bother rolling out his own sleeping bag, he just tucked himself into the one you were using, your scent enveloping him as he drifted off.
The sun rose about an hour ago. You waited as long as you could before deciding to wake Joel. He seemed so tired last night, you wanted him to get as much time as he could, but you knew you needed to leave. Once you got back into the forest, you could rest again. You went to the back office, carrying a to-go container of dry cereal in one hand, and found him snoring on his side with his back to the door. You popped a few pieces of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in your mouth and leaned down to gently shake his shoulder.
Joel whipped around at your touch and grabbed your wrist firmly, his eyes wild. You dropped your cereal in surprise.
"Joel! It's me," you yanked your arm, but he still held your wrist in his grasp and it was starting to hurt. "Joel!" you said again as loud as you dared. He finally realized and let you go, stumbling back a bit as you rubbed your wrist.
"Shit, sorry, must have been havin' a bad dream, you alright?" he asked worriedly, opening the sleeping bag and reaching forward to examine your wrist. He brushed his thumb tenderly over the red mark he left, the gesture making you melt and leaving you with a pang in your stomach.
"I'm fine, it's ok," you said, taking your wrist back and turning away from him, trying to create some space. "We should get going, eat something quick and I'll refill our packs with any supplies I can find."
"You sure you're ok?" he eyed you carefully. He hated how you shied away from his touch. You nodded, opening up another cereal from the shelf and continued to eat while you inventoried the food in your packs.
You shouldered your backpacks and guns after you ate, getting ready to head out. After stepping out onto the road, Joel frisked the dead bodies and picked up some more ammo for your handgun, along with two extra flashlights. He checked the assault rifles, too low on ammo for him to consider taking one, but he did remove two of the knives and sheathes strapped around their ankles, handing a set to you. The roads seemed quiet, so you took advantage and got a move on, silently threading your way through the city.
November 2003
Cleveland, OH
The weather was turning cold and rainy, even a couple nights leaving a dusting of snow that melted early the next morning. You trudged along behind Joel in the pouring rain, trying to stay hidden and dry by walking underneath a raised highway. It was risky, being close to the roads, but Joel didn't see much choice. The weather hasn't been cooperating for a couple days now, and your journey had significantly slowed down. He glanced at his watch, seeing it was around 4pm. It was getting darker earlier now, and the storm clouds just made it worse. He sighed, shaking the water droplets from his curls, and looked around. You were near an exit ramp. He saw it led to a suburban area maybe two miles away, clusters of smaller one story homes that the builders made as close as possible to one another in order to sell more houses.
"C'mon, this way," he said over his shoulder, bringing you out of your reverie. You looked in the direction he was leading you and quietly celebrated to yourself. You were tired and soaked, you didn't want to set up camp outside again and the possibility of sleeping on a mattress gave you a second wind.
The two of you hid in some thick decorative bushes looking down a road called York St. All the houses looked very similar and close together, the biggest differences being the color the owners had chosen for the siding. Joel had kept watch for about an hour in this position, waiting until it got dark so he could see if any of the houses had flashlights or lanterns inside. You were squatting next to him, trying to control your shivering but the rain was pouring down hard, and your clothes were dripping wet, even under your jacket. Your teeth chattered as you inadvertently leaned against him for some warmth. Focused intensely on the homes in front of him, Joel's body tensed at the unexpected contact. He glanced down at you and saw your soaking wet hair and your lips a darker shade than normal.
âAlright, letâs see if we can get into this one right over here, follow me.â he said, helping you stand into a crouch as you jogged over to the yellow house on the corner. Joel peered inside the windows for a minute while you stood watch with your arms crossed, keeping an eye out for any light or movement on the street or houses. You heard a snap behind you, and you turned to see Joel had used his large hunting knife to break the doorknob. You sighed with relief as you followed him inside, shutting the door behind you.
You swung your flashlights around the room, Joel rushing to the windows and closing all the curtains as you inspected the house. It was small: a living room, kitchen, one bathroom and two bedrooms. Joel went down into the basement to make sure it was clear while you emptied essentials from your pack in one of the bedrooms. You pulled out a somewhat dry set of clothes and tucked them under your arm, heading towards the bathroom. You took your jacket off to hang up on the shower rod to airdry and got to work peeling the soaking wet clothes from your body. You figured you could just toss the shirts you were wearing and pick up new ones here, but you really liked the jeans you had so you did your best to lay them out to dry in the tub.
After you put some dry clothes on, you started to feel a little better, but you still couldnât shake the shiver in your bones. Joel mirrored your actions after he came up from the basement, changing into fresh clothes and hanging up the wet ones to dry, making sure to take the keychain out of his pants pocket and transferred it to his new ones, and then met you in the kitchen where you were rifling through the cupboards to see if there was anything worth eating. You pulled out a bag of trail mix, some canned tuna, and a few cans of mixed fruit, setting them on the small table while Joel rooted around for some forks.
You were hungrier than you realized and ate quickly, all the miles you walked today catching up with you. Joel finally broke the silence after he finished a can of fruit.
âWhich room did you want to sleep in?â he asked. This was the first time you stayed indoors where there were two sizeable beds. He wanted to give you the option, give you your space. You kept your gaze trained down at the bag of trail mix in front of you, considering his words. You knew he was giving you a choice, and it was completely up to you now on what the sleeping arrangements would be.
âI liked the room I put our backpacks in, why donât we stay in that one.â you replied, still not looking up. We. Joelâs pulse sped up and he tried to hide his grin. You made the choice to stay the night with him, you wanted to be with him. It was probably just a habit for you, or maybe you were afraid to be on your own, but he didnât care. He didnât want to be apart from you, either, regardless if his reason differed from yours.Â
That night, he heard you softly snoring, laying on your side with your back to him like usual. This time he deliberately turned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He breathed in your scent and nestled his face at the back of your neck as you let out a contented sigh, and small smile played across his lips as he closed his eyes.
Chapter Eleven
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Hi Buckley! Hope youâre having a good day!
I donât know how this works but here I go.
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I was thinking of (young adult) Ellie working at Joelâs furniture company, sheâs his apprentice, and oddly theyâre good friends, but lately they are secretly pining for the each other hard. One day Joel has to pick up some light work stuff from a far storage, and takes Ellie with him for help. But oh no! they ended up trapped inside because the lock malfunctioned, and in the meantime they wait for Tommy to release them, they also release some spicy tensionâŠ
Ps. I picked thigh because Joel is enamored with Ellieâs.
Yeah I think thatâs all :D thank you!
I know this has been in my inbox forever and took so many liberties with this prompt, but it's already shaping up to be the lightest, tropiest, most unserious thing I've ever written. I'll post it to AO3 after I polish it up (I wrote half of it in a fever-induced haze) and have a little more written. Early estimate is 3 chapters.
@jammingjoellie I hope you like it so far!!!
Head Over Hardwood Part 1
Minors & Antis DNI
Joel x Ellie
Warnings: Age gap, inappropriate workplace romance, no smut (yet) just a lot of UST
Length: 4.9k
âGod fucking shitdick. Where the hell is it?â
Joel smiles as he watches Ellie from his workbench, something he's been doing a lot lately. Smiling, of course. Not watching her. Because shamelessly leering at his nineteen-year-old shop apprentice would be extremely inappropriate, and while he might, occasionally, skirt the bounds of their workplace relationship, he's not fool enough to believe she's seriously interested in him.
What they do isn't even flirting, it's just⊠teasing. Harmless teasing.
So, there Joel sits with his chin resting on his fist, watching (not leering) as Ellie aggressively pats herself down like an overzealous TSA agent, a constant current of profanities pouring out of her carmine mouth. When she bends at the waist and shoves her hands into the lower pockets of her work pants, he snaps his gaze away from her so fast his neck cracks.
The last thing he needs right now is to get caught staring at the cute little curve of her ass. Still, the image of her bent over burns behind his retinas.
Holy Hell.
As if seeing her sucking on that creamsicle earlier wasn't enough to whittle down his self-control. The length of it disappearing past her lips before her cheeks hollowed, her tongue working around the stick and lapping at her sticky fingers, the sloppy, suckling noises she madeâŠ
His cock starts thickening in his jeans.
That's just fuckinâ great. Fifty-six years old and he's poppinâ a woody at work.
Joel shifts in his seat, his tired eyes darting over to the bathroom door. As unprofessional as it is, it certainly wouldn't be the first time he's taken care of himself at work since this spitfire of a girl slammed into his life like a wrecking ball whose sole purpose was to test his patience and raise his blood pressure.
A soft snarl draws his attention back to Ellie. Or rather, down to Ellie; crawling around on her hands and knees, her face is almost pressed to the floor.
I guess it's time to act like an adult. One of us has to.
Joel sneakily adjusts himself before standing and leaning back against the table, both hands gripping the edge. âAre you lookinâ for somethinâ?â he asks, trying to keep the amusement he feels bubbling in his chest from reaching his voice.
Huffing and puffing, Ellie shoots a glare up at him, her eyebrows pinched tight in aggravation. âMy favorite drafting pencil. I swear I just fucking had it,â she mutters, slumping back onto her knees.
As he takes a few strides closer, she lifts her chin to keep holding his gaze, her lips parting and neck arching until he's standing directly in front of her. God, her open mouth is almost level with his crotch. If he was in this position with any other beautiful woman, in any other context, the things he would doâŠ
Joel swallows down his filthy thoughts and clears his suddenly dry throat. Focus. âWhat's it look like?â
Flailing her hands around, Ellie launches into an animated description, âIt's light blue stainless steel with a white foam grippy thing that's perfectly molded to my fingers. The label is too worn down to make out, but it looksââ
âKind of like this?â he interrupts her tirade, plucking a pencil that bears a striking resemblance to the one sheâs yapping about out from behind her ear and holding it in front of her face.
She blinks. Her eyes widen. Then the pink coloring her cheeks darkens, steadily creeping over her nose and up to her hairline. âNo?â she squeaks, wincing at the sound of her own voice.
Joel clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. âRiiight.â
Letting out a drawn-out sigh, Ellie rises to her feet, brushing off the sawdust shavings peppering her thighs on the way up. When she grabs the pencil, her warm fingertips brush over his knuckles. The contact is featherlight, but it lingers on his skin, tingling up his arm like a pulse of electricity.
âThanks, man,â she says softly, moving a piece of hair behind her ear. Her mossy green eyes are downcast at her hands as she fiddles with the pencil, rolling it back and forth between her fidgety fingers. âIt's, uh, been a long day.â
âYou're damn right about that.â Joel crosses his arms. âThe sales floor closed an hour ago. What the hell are you still doinâ here?â
âI thought I'd take those measurements Tommy brought in and start drawing up the blueprints for that job on Sugar Hill Drive,â Ellie explains briskly. Turning away from him on her Converse heel, she prances over to her desk and begins leafing through various work orders and number sheets.
May is the tail end of Spring â and tax season â meaning Against The Grainâs normally steady trickle of business is booming with bored housewives redesigning their kitchens and equally bored husbands commissioning custom billiard tables for their man caves. Joel would rather work on his own projects and sell them in the showroom, but scheduled jobs keep the lights on. Plus, this year he has a lovely mentee to offload some of his more boring work onto.
Although, she appears to be just as enthused as he is at the prospect.
Even from clear across the room, he can see Ellie's supple lips curl into a frown. âJesus, is there anything on the docket besides French country cabinets?â she grouses, separating the sheet she needs from the rest.
âLet's seeâŠâ He snags the discarded papers from her desk â making sure to avoid knocking over her growing collection of succulents â and wets his thumb before flicking through them. âThat hipster bar in Austin put in a custom order for a live edge bar top. Maria says we should upcharge âem since they're commercial and don't know their asses from a hole in the ground.â
That wrings a smile out of her. âI knew I liked that woman,â she sighs wistfully. Folding one leg underneath her, Ellie plops into her chair, her favorite pencil gripped safely in hand.
âLet me grab you a calculatorââ
âPfft,â she scoffs. âI don't need a calculator.â
Joel lets out a low whistle. âWell, aren't you a regular Albert Einstein.â
Her neck rolls along with her eyes as she skewers him with a sardonic sideways glance. âWhy yes, I have tits and I can do math,â she states snappishly. âStop the presses!â
âWoah, now. You know that's not what I meant.â He casually hitches his thumbs into the band of his jeans and cocks his knee to the side, shifting his weight onto one leg. âI'm perfectly aware that pretty girls like you can do math.â
Ellie tuts at him chidingly, but she's still wearing that crooked grin of hers. âCareful there, buddy. I could report you to our nonexistent HR department for that kind of talk.â
âReport me? You're the one who was just talking about yourâŠâ Warmth crawls up from his collar, heating his face. He makes an awkward gesture to his torso. Please don't make me say it.
She grins like a cat that's got a mouse by its tail. âMy what?â she asks coyly.
Looking past her, he stares out of the window he keeps cracked to balance out the varnish fumes and heavy scent of sawdust floating around their workspace. Outside rolling gray clouds are piling one over the other, prematurely canceling out the sun.
âWell?â she presses impatiently.
â... tits,â Joel finally hisses the obscenity through gritted teeth.
Slapping a hand flat on the desk, Ellie throws her head back and barks out a laugh that's closer to a cackle. âDude! I can't believe you just said that!â Her voice is distorted by several more maniacal giggles. Any embarrassment he feels is quickly overwhelmed by the look of sheer glee she's aiming at him.
The traitorous smile that tugs at his lips pulls at dormant muscles. âYou said it first!â he retorts defensively. Good God, could he sound any more childish?
This girl.
This fucking girl.
âYeah but you're you,â she counters glibly, like the meaning behind her cryptic words is somehow obvious. Then she smirks, twirling her pencil around idly. âBesides, I'm just stating a fact. I objectively have tits.â
âAnd you're objectively pretty too,â Joel volleys back in a low drawl without missing a beat.
The twirling stops. âThat's not⊠I-I don'tââ Ellie sputters for a witty comeback before landing on a flustered, âShut up.â Bowing her head to excuse herself from their conversation, the tips of her hair dust over her bare shoulder where one sleeve of the open flannel shirt she's wearing has slipped down her arm.
His flannel shirt.
The one he gave her on one of Texasâs rare cold nights last winter, wordlessly tucking it around her little body after catching her shivering. He hasn't asked for it back, and she hasn't offered. Not that he minds; it looks better hanging off of her small frame anyway.
Quietly, Joel studies the seashell curve of her spine that is almost guaranteed to put a crick in her neck. The chaotic contortion of her body, twisted like a pretzel with one slim leg dangling like a fishing line, contrasts with the still lake of her face; smooth as a windowpane, only her fox-like eyes move, following the rapid strokes of her pencil across the page. Watching her work is mesmerizing. He could stare at her, uninterrupted, for hours.
As if on cue, a harsh cough from behind his back reminds Joel that they're, unfortunately, not alone. In the doorway, Tommy stands with his hands on his hips, and judging by his raised eyebrows and knowing smile, he's been there for a good while.
Joel can feel his own smile wilt as he lumbers over to his smug-as-shit-looking little brother. By the time he's within spitting distance, his face is creased with its usual scowl. He drops his voice to a low growl, âHow much did you hear?â
âEnough to feel like I need a post-sex cigarette.â Tommy elbows Joel in the arm affably and adds, âI mean, Good Lord.â
âDon't start,â Joel warns. âWe're just⊠friends.â He can taste the dishonesty of the word as it leaves his mouth.
But whatâs the alternative? Thereâs not a singular term in the English language to accurately define the odd, flirtatious, and sometimes combative relationship between him and the decades-younger woman whom he spends at least five days a week with. And even when not basking in the vibrant warmth of her presence, most of his waking (and sleeping) hours are consumed by thoughts of how soft her skin would feel under his fingers. What her lips would taste like. The kinds of noises sheâd make if heâ
âFriends?â Tommy snorts. âMan, you bring her to every family dinner.â
âI couldn't let her keep livinâ on takeout and pizza,â Joel protests feebly. He still remembers the moan she made around her first bite of meatloaf, like it was the first decent meal she'd had in her entire life. âAnd your wife is the one who started invitinâ her in the first place.â
Tommy's expression is incredulous. âLast week you drove twenty minutes to her apartment in the middle of the night to fix her water heater.â
âHer super is a real dirtbag,â Joel says matter-of-factly. âWho knows how long it would have taken him to get to it.â
âBrother,â Tommy grabs his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes with his are-you-actually-this-fucking-dense stare. It's a look Joel is well-acquainted with because he's usually the one giving it. âYou cosigned a loan on her car. Are you really tellinâ me that's just some good âole southern hospitality?â
He's got a point⊠not that Joel's ready to surrender it. âAs her employer, I think it's important that she has reliable transportation.â
Tommy shakes his head slowly. âYou know, as much as you bust my balls for beinâ pussy-whipped, at least I'm gettinâ some.â
Smacking his hand off his shoulder, Joel makes a throaty noise of disgust. âGross.â
While it's true that he's not getting that, he is getting something; her smile, her gratitude, her time. Plus, he genuinely likes doing things for Ellie. Likes making her life easier, even in small, arbitrary ways. It's been so long since he's felt useful to anyone outside of his job.Â
âSeriously, why the hell haven't you asked her out yet?â Tommy asks, bringing the count of how many times theyâve had this exact conversation up from a million to a million and one. âYou've been pining over her for months now. It's not cute anymore. If anything, it's getting sad.â
Joel takes a deep breath and tries to pretend that the pity in Tommyâs eyes doesnât sting. âBesides the thirty-seven years worth of reasons between us that say it's a bad idea, there's also the legal and ethical concerns on account of me beinâ her boss and teacher. She'd feel like she has to say yes just to keep her job.â He looks over at her and feels a staggering, confusing mix of want and loss lodge itself in his throat. âI can't âŠâ His voice is thick. âI won't put her in that position. It ain't fair.â
It also ain't true.
Joel's seen her working alongside Tommy's crew on construction sites enough times to know that she doesn't take shit from anybody â and he means anybody. He's watched all fiery five and a half feet of her come toe to toe with a man twice her age and size before stepping in to prevent the situation from turning ugly. Then subsequently having to deal with her snarking at him all the way home about how âshe can handle herself and doesn't need some prehistoric cowboy coming to her rescue like a white fucking knightâŠâ
It was frighteningly adorable and he'd spent the better part of her tongue-lashing trying to stave off a smile. Not that he'd ever admit that to her, of course. He does (at least slightly) value his life.
All of this is to say that Ellie is perfectly capable of standing her ground and saying no. A no he could handle. A no would almost be a relief. If he's honest, what he's really afraid of â terrified of â is that she'd say yes. That she'd pry open the door to his empty, misanthropic existence and make herself at home in his heart, giving him something new to lose. He can't take another loss. Not afterâ
Even the hint of her name in his mind tightens the knot of grief in his throat, choking off his air supply.
Just as Tommy opens his mouth to call out Joel on his bullshit, Maria pops up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist. âHello, you,â she says softly, pressing up on her toes to graze his cheek with a kiss before turning her icy blue gaze on Joel. âJoel,â she adds as an afterthought.
âMaria,â he greets her warmly, uncharacteristically grateful for his sister-in-law's timely interruption.
Maria wedges herself between the two men and into the crowded doorway. âHey, Els!â she shouts.
Without pausing from her draft, Ellie bites back a belligerent, âWhat!?â
Over the sounds of Tommy and Joelâs muffled snickers, Maria heaves out a loud, exhausted exhale. âI see you've picked up Joelâs good manners,â she says curtly, but her smile remains bright and intact.
Finally breaking from her work, Ellie spins in her chair with a flourish and nods at Joel, her eyes light with amusement. âDonât give this guy all the credit. I like to believe I came out of the womb with this sunshiney attitude,â she declares, matching Mariaâs wry sarcasm.
âCute,â Maria deadpans. âWell, now that I have your attention: will you be attending Teddy's birthday party tomorrow?â
âDependsâŠâ Ellie crosses her legs and shoots Maria a look full of suspicion above her steepled fingers. âWill there be cake?â she asks the question in a slow and serious tone, arching her scarred eyebrow.
Maria hums an affirmative. âChocolate cupcakes with ganache frosting.â
âI don't know what the hell ganache is, but it sounds delicious.â Ellie claps her hands together. âI'll be there.â
âFantastic. We'll see you then.â Maria tucks her hand through the crook of Tommyâs arm.
âMake sure you guys head out soon! There's a storm rollinâ in and this guy needs his beauty sleep,â Tommy adds, pinching Joel's cheek and ignoring his attempts to swat away his hand.
Ellie treats them to a winning smile. âI'll make sure to tuck him in nice and gentle tonight,â she purrs, giving Joel a cheeky wink before whipping back around and leaving his heart beating a quick staccato rhythm against his ribs.
Teasing, he reminds himself. Itâs just teasing.
Linked arm in arm, the couple begins to leave, giving Tommy one last chance to mouth âMake a move alreadyâ to Joel behind Ellieâs turned back. In retaliation, Joel snaps a lacquer-stained rag at Tommy's departing backside. As their indistinct chatter about birthday plans for their son fades into the distance, Joel picks up on the gentle pitter-patter of rainfall.
On his way to shut the window, he clicks on Ellie's desk lamp to give her eyes a break from the encroaching darkness. Once closed, it's just him, Ellie, and the warm glow of light flooding her corner of the room. The soft sounds of her tuneless humming blends with the howling of the wind. It feels like they're the only two people left in the whole world. Itâs a thought that should be alarming, but all he feels is peace.
After making sure all the windows are secure, Joel returns from the kitchenette with two steaming mugs. âDon't worry, it's decaf,â he says as he places the cup of tea that's mostly a cream and sugar concoction on her desk.
Truth to be told, this has become his favorite part of the day: when they linger just a little too long, hovering just a little too close.
Tilting back in her chair, Ellie props her feet up on the desk and grabs her mug, clutching it with both hands. She sends him a bemused little smile. âSo, what are your big Friday night plans? Is it JAG reruns? Or M*A*S*H reruns?â she asks, her voice teasing and sweet. Her raised legs are almost close enough to brush his waist, and Joel thinks about how easy it would be to close his hand around her ankle and pull her closer. To pluck that cup out of her hands, lean down, and kiss her.
Instead, he grips his mug tighter. âI actually might switch it up and watch a movie tonight.â He takes a sip of his coffee and savors the bitterness on his tongue before swallowing. âWhat about you?â
âOhhhh. I have some big, big plans.â She ticks off each one with a slender finger, âFirst, I'm going to microwave Ramen, then I'm going to crawl into bed and scroll on my phone until I pass out, and then I'm going to wake up with the imprint of it on my face.â
Joel frowns. âI thought Fridays were designated game nights with you and your friends.â
Ellie's lips part in surprise, like she didn't expect him to have her schedule memorized. Like where she is and who she's with isn't constantly on his mind when they're apart. After a quick recovery, she clears her throat. âJesse's band has an out of town gig tomorrow. They're staying at a motel this weekend â leaving me all on my lonesome,â she emphasizes the last part with a sigh, dramatically tossing her hand over her forehead.
His frown deepens at the thought of her going home to an empty apartment. âYou didn't go with them? I thought you went to every show.â
âAnd miss out on your nephew's birthday party? I could never.â She nudges him in the side with her shoe and smiles. âI'm the only one who can keep up with the little guy.â
âShit, that reminds me; I need to take his present out of the storage unit and put it in my trunk.â A one-of-a-kind piece of craftsmanship, Joel had carefully carved the children's rocking horse from wood ash to resemble a dragon. Then, unsatisfied with his vision to simply stain it, Ellie had painted finer details along the face, tail, and saddle. âI'll only be gone a minute.â
Ellie jumps to her feet. âI'll go with you!â
âAre you sure? It's lookinâ a littleâŠâ Joel trails off, grimacing at the window. Rain is pelting like bullets against the glass, but she's already brushing past him and skipping towards the backdoor, unbothered.
âDude, don't be such a pussy. It's just a little drizzle,â she says dismissively. As she goes to leave, a gust of wind catches on the storm door, slamming it wide open and drenching them both in cool air and unrelenting rain.
A bolt of lightning fractures the apocalyptic-looking sky.
âJust a little drizzle my ass,â he mumbles under his breath. âGet to the unit. I'll deal with this. The garage code isââ
âYour birthday!â Ellie cuts him off as she jogs ahead, having to yell above the thundering rain. âYeah, I got it.â
The door is rolled halfway up by the time Joel makes it to the small steel building. A small hand shoots out and grabs the sleeve of his shirt. âGet the hell in here!â Ellie whisper-yells urgently. His head narrowly misses smacking against the corrugated metal as she pulls him inside. Without wasting another second, she flicks the lightswitch and hits the garage door button in two hasty motions.
âGod, I'm fucking soaked,â Ellie groans. It shouldn't, but the strained, breathy sound of her voice goes straight to his cock. He turns to look at her, only making the growing situation in his jeans worse; her high neck, rain-soaked tank top is suctioned to her skin, revealing every slick curve.
Suddenly enthralled by the dimly lit maze of junk and back stock, Joel starts making his way to the back where he stashed Teddy's gift. He can feel her following him, her squeaky feet shuffling close behind. âHow did you know the passcode was my birthday?â he asks curiously.
âUh, because it's your password to literally everything,â she answers flatly. âYou're not nearly as mysterious as you think you are.â
Joel ignores her comment as he comes to a standstill in front of a lumpy package. âAh, here it is."
Saddling up next to him, Ellie crosses her arms and stares down blankly at the nondescript brown wrapping paper and messily tied twine string. Then she glances up at him. Then back down. This occurs four more times. Finally she fixes him with a hard look and asks him outright, âAre you kidding me?â
He lifts his hands defensively. âHey, it's what's on the inside that counts.â
âJoel,â she breathes his name, and even with her voiceâs patronizing inflection of annoyance, the way she says his name makes his knees a little weak. He wouldnât mind her moaning it. âThis is for a five-year-oldâs birthday party. I expected better from a man who's so detail-oriented.â
Joel can't keep the stupid grin off his face. âWas that a compliment from the Ellie Williams?â He smacks his lips. âI never thought I'd see the day.â
âWell you are a master of your craft, Mr. Miller,â Ellie simpers, batting her eyelashes up at him coquettishly.
He nods. âKeep talkinâ. I'd like to hear more of this.â
âAnd ceaselessly humble, too.â Her buttery smile softens the sarcastic dig, and Joel notices the faded freckles on her lips for the first time.
Only then does he realize just how close their faces are.
Have they ever been this close before? They must have been. He's guided her hands, adjusted her grip, and positioned her shoulders during the early days of her training. But he's always gone out of his way not to actually look at her this closely â only from a safe distance â because he's worried that once he starts, he won't be able to look away. That the plumpness of her lips and vivid green of her eyes will pull him in like a slow tide until he's stranded in the middle of an ocean, drowning in the beauty of her face.
Now that he's here, it's nothing like drowning. There's no struggle. No panic. He's simply falling, falling, falling.
Seconds pass. Her lips part, but she doesn't say anything. Wait, is she leaning in? Is sheâ
BOOM. An unearthly loud crack of thunder sends them leaping away from each other.
âI'm going to take a look through the Christmas stuff Maria stores in the back!â Ellie blurts loudly, speed-walking away from him, her spine stiff as a board. âThere has to be a big red bow or something sparkly to spice up your shitty wrapping job.â
Worried he's made her uncomfortable, Joel hangs back at the end of an aisle of storage racks and runs a hand through his hair, mentally chastising himself for letting his self-control slip so easily. All she did was smile at him for Christsakes. Maybe Tommyâs right. Maybe he should just ask her out. No matter what the answer is, at least it would put an end to this unbearable tension.
The very familiar sound of Ellie cursing disrupts his thoughts. When he follows it, he finds her reaching for a bin on a top shelf labeled âChristmasâ in sharpie on an old piece of tape, her body fully extended as she bounces unsteadily on her toes.
A pair of Dickie's has no business sclupting a pair of thighs like that, he thinks as he approaches her from behind.
âHere, I canââ
âI almost have it,â she mutters, her fingers scrabbling to pull the box closer to the edge.
Joel snorts. âClearly.â Instead of waiting for her to bring the box down on her head, he tries to bypass her and take it down himself.
The cheeky little brat shoulder-checks him out of the way. âI said, I almost have it!â Ellie insists stubbornly.
âThis is ridiculous.â
âYou're ridiculous.â
âYou're gonna knock over the whole damn shelf!â
âNo, I'm notâhey!â Ellie exclaims as he circles her hips with his hands, thumbs resting above the swell of her ass. If he looks, it's only for safety reasons before bending his knees and boosting her up to compensate for her lack of height. âDid you⊠did you just lift me up off the floor?â Thankfully she sounds more awed than indignant.
âYeah,â Joel grunts, his forearms straining, âand you're getting heavier by the second, so if you could hurryââ
Just then the light cuts out and Ellie jerks in his arms, throwing him off balance. After a few failed attempts to regain his footing, Joel loses his grip on her and they both go down onto the cold concrete floor. It's too dark to see, but he can feel her elbow dig into his ribcage, her skull knock against his superplexus, and her ass land snugly against his groin.
For several disorienting moments they lay there in an awkward tangle of splayed limbs heavy breathing.
âI think the power went out,â Ellie states.
A chuckle rumbles through his chest. âYour skills of observation never fail to impress me, kid.â
Joel can practically hear her eye roll in the pitch black silence.
âAre you okay?â he asks, the playfulness in his voice replaced with genuine concern. His body may have cushioned her fall, but it was still a hard landing.
She wiggles against him, and he inhales sharply through his nose. Christ, she smells like strawberries and cream, and he wants to bury his nose in her hair and taste her throat. âYeah,â she answers. âYou?â
âYeah. But could youâŠâ Get off of me before you can feel my hard-on stabbing you in the back. Being pinned beneath her on the ground is a dangerous, exciting position to be in, and if she doesn't move away soon, she's definitely going to notice.
âOh, right.â Her hand presses into his kidney as they begin the uncomfortable process of disentangling their bodies. âI think Mission Make Joel's Wrapping Job Look Less Pathetic might be a failure.â
âYa think?â he quips.
She sighs. âI'll borrow some crafting ribbon from Dina tomorrow. Just please tell me you have your phone so we can get the fuck out of here without killing ourselves in this death trap. I left mine charging inside.â
Joel extracts his phone from his back pocket. Luckily unharmed by the fall, the battery sits at a concerningly low 17%, filling him with a new sense of urgency. After swiping down and turning on the flashlight (a handy trick Ellie taught him), he holds it up to see her already turning the corner, feeling her way with her hand.
The bright light shines over her shadowy figure as she nails the garage button with her tiny fist. It clicks. Then⊠nothing. She hits it again. Still nothing. After grabbing onto the door itself and giving it a couple of rough tugs, she finally huffs defeatedly and turns to him. âDamn thing won't open. You have the keys though, right?â
The screen in his hand flashes with a warning: âbattery power 15%â.
âRight!?â Ellie repeats, louder. Panicked.
Joel's stomach sinks. This. This is the throat closing, lungs filling, drowning sensation he was expecting earlier. He shoves his hands into his pockets to confirm what he already knows: they're empty.
Shit.
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I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)
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angst
fluff
comfort
headcanons
nsfw alphabets
drabbles
Series
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female!reader
underage characters (anyone under 17)
necrophilia
real people
pedophilia
Omorashi
age play
rape/non-con
incest
offensive/harmful things
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HOUSE MD (Up to s2)
Gregory HouseÂ
James Wilson
Robert Chase
Lisa Cuddy
PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE
Ezra (prospect)
Joel Miller
Javi Gutierrez
Javier Peña
Frankie Morales
Whiskey (Kingsman)
MORTAL KOMBAT 1
Johnny Cage
Kenshi Takahashi
Tomas Vrbada
Syzoth
HONKAI STAR RAIL
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Welt
Sampo
Gallagher
Dr. Ratio
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Satoru Gojo
Nanami Kento
Higuruma Hiromi
Ryoumen Sukuna
Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)
Toge Inumaki (Fluff)
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Robert âBobâ Floyd
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin
COD MODERN WARFARE II
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John 'Soap' Mactavish
König
DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN
Connor (RK800)
Nines (RK900)
HONORABLE MENTIONS
Chris Knight (Real Genius)
Hannibal (NBC)
The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)
Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)
Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)
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Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff
XMEN Family Pride Fic
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1
Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2
Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession
Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff
Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy
Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader Mature
Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature
Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up
Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)
Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff
Joel Miller & Kid Reader
Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff
Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst
Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut
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Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)
Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)
Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)
Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)
Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)
"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)
Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)
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Answers under the cut because this got looong and a little spicy >////<
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2: a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom
I've hinted at some of my thoughts on this before, but here is all the deep lore (as deep as Alucard in Trevor)
(None of this should in any way be taken to mean that Trevor exclusively bottoms. He absolutely does top sometimes and if you're already asking what he does with that whip if he's not a dom and/or top with Alucard, the answer is Hector. He's doing Hector.)
Why Alucard Would Never Bottom: a dissertation
Exhibit A: Spite
Alucard's portrayal in netflixvania has done irrevocable damage to how his character is perceived by the fandom as a whole, and this is one of many reasons why.Â
I refuse to acknowledge what Warren Ellis did to him and I refuse to acknowledge his rapist ocs as canon. It cannot be proof of Alucard's sexuality (I think he is bisexual for entirely different reasons, based solely on the characters I ship him with in cv3 and sotn) or what he actually does like doing in the bedroom, because it's a rape scene written by a sex pest.
I'm also refuting it out of spite for migratory slash fandoms latching onto trevorcard for the wrong reasons and forcing them into the seme/uke mold. I can't even really call it flanderization when it's not an exaggeration of traits they actually have, it's just wildly out of character. I have a deep-seated personal seething hatred of ukefication in general, and especially when it comes to pretty bishounen.Â
It's even worse when it's my comfort character who I somewhat relate and project onto and aspire to be as pretty as him and I WOULD NEVER DO THAT. (For personal reasons to do with me being ftm and dysphoric as hell and hating the stereotypes about it. I don't hc Alucard as trans but I know there's fans who do SOLELY because he's pretty and/or because they decided bottom=trans because of the aforementioned nfcv shit and I hate it. If vampires were real I would let them bite me though. I'm only a masochistic slut for vampires ok)
Also we just need more pretty boys topping stronk manly men ok
Exhibit B: Actual serious reasoning based on what I can extrapolate about his characterization based on the games and vampire lore in general
A very common headcanon which while I don't entirely agree with, is more accurate than how nfcv and its fans portray him, is that Alucard is aroace. And I can somewhat see it, though I see it more in the sense that I think he would be more interested in pseudo-sexual intimacy than actual sex. The sexiest of all forms of pseudo-sex is a vampire's bite (citation NOT needed). I'd go so far as to call it a type of BDSM. Feeding would be the ultimate act of love and intimacy for him, and I don't think it's something he does lightly; only with the humans who love and trust him implicitly.
Additionally, I think he'd be more interested in sex while feeding than sex by itself; both of them at once being filled with the other's warmth.
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6: which ship fans are the most annoying?
I've curated my dash enough to not see any of it on tumblr, but trephacard shippers still manage to annoy me by cluttering up the tags for the games on ao3. The sheer amount of fics that get filtered out when I filter it out is just depressing. They get all three of them completely wrong (which is mostly the shows writers fault but they still get compressed even further into flanderized molds) They're sleeping on Grant when they could be sleeping with Grant and leaving him out of the polycule is an instant red flag that it's a netflixvania fic
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8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
The common headcanon that Alucard is oblivious to or disinterested in romance. I'd like to think he does reciprocate Maria's and the curse polycule's feelings. It's not that he doesn't want to be with any of them, but that he keeps his distance and goes to sleep out of a misguided desire to protect them from himself and believing he doesn't belong with humans because of the vampire half of himself; all the while pining that they cannot be together. I don't think that was an easy decision for him to make.
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12:Â the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
I know she is beloved in our corner of the fandom here but Julia
I feel like outside of here, people just see her as Hector's obligatory love interest or as a replacement for Rosaly. She is so much more than that. I feel like there is so much that CoD only hints at on a surface level.
I've been thinking more thoughts about her lately, admittedly in relation to Isaactor-centric fic ideas but I feel like she's taken on more of a distinct personality that cannot be interchangeable with any other character.
I think anyone who appreciates Isaac should appreciate her too; I'd like to think they're not as different as they seem in CoD
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Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story
A/N: Ohhh, so y'all forced this out of me, what with all the talk about the "Blue Scarf" and expanding the "Scarf Universe" thrown at me this week! đ (I hear you, I hear you!) Be careful what you wish for, lil' darlin's!! Honestly, though, I've known since I ended Pink Scarf that this was something that was going to happen in this particular way to our dear Reader and E, I just never knew if it was going to see the light of day. And with this week's prompt, all the inspiration and stars seemed to align at once on Sunday, so this came out rather quick and may be rough, and it's possible I might go back and tweak it later, but I'm happy with it for now. I hope this satiates you for the moment. I hope it gives you all the feels. And, yes, perhaps I may expand this little Blue Scarf into a series and include a spicy story or two later, if you all are good lil' babies for me. đ đđ§Łđ Let me know in the comments and reblogs...đ
Thanks always to my sister wives @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for allowing me to skirt by late with this week's prompt. đ
Prompt: âHow are we going to solve this problem?â
Rating: PG (ish?) || Word Count: 2.7k
TW: Fluff, angst (always), infidelity (sort of??), no smut (so sorry loves)
Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story
August 1971
Itâs fitting, you think, that today of all days, youâre wearing his blue silk scarf in your hair. Elvis hasnât worn it much since that fateful summer a couple of years agoâand only for a few more shows and a couple nights outâso you had absconded with it and made it your own, as youâd managed to do with many of his things. You loved how it smelled of him, the silk doused in his musk and cologne, and how it reminded you of the not-wearing-a-shirt-under-a-jacket/jumpsuit phase he gone through that summer and fall of â69. Lord, youâd loved that phase. It had been so easy to lay him bare before you.
Heat floods your cheeks at the thought of what this particular scarf has seen between the two of you, and then at the fact that this might be the worst possible time for a thought like that to pop into your head. You know itâs the shock of the bomb that just dropped on your lives that has your brain short circuiting a little. Because neither of you ever expected this.
You nervously twist the platinum and diamonds on your ring finger, the ones which pledged his love for you in front of your family, friends, and the world. Thoughts fill your mind of your lovely, small wedding, how this scarf had been there for that important moment, too, tied around your waist, cinching your white dressâbeing both your âsomething borrowedâ and your âsomething blue.â Elvis loved that youâd included it, this piece of him, as part of your gown.
He also loved untying it at the end of the night and letting it flutter to your feet with the rest of your dress.
Itâs counterpart, the pink scarf, had been tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, a little secret for you both. Youâd enjoyed it, as well, later that night.
âY/n, did y-you hear me? I-I-I-Itâs me,â Elvis says, snapping you out of your memories, his hand lingering on the phone heâd just placed back on its cradle. âHow are w-w-we going to solve this problem?â
The wavering fear in his voice is palpable and in any other circumstance it might scare you, but a strange sense of calm falls over you. Somehow the domino effect of both of your actions two years ago have led you to this very moment. Tragic as it is, it seems meant to be.
Just like you and Elvis.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathe deeply. Yes, there is a part of you that is still jealous and angry about what brought you here. But you knew, even back then, that it was possible heâd been with others in your month-long absence, that his fear of losing you plus old habits could have driven him into the arms of another. It wasnât a new revelation, just one neither of you had wanted to talk about after all was said and done. And it hadnât been an issue since, so you figured bringing it up would be more trouble than it was worth.
Pushing that hurt aside, a much bigger feeling swells within youâone youâve been hesitant to name for fear that it would not come to fruition. But now everything has changed.
âItâs not a problem,â you state, your voice surprisingly steady.
âW-w-what?â Elvis questions, those oceanic eyes of his widening in disbelief.
âItâs a gift, Elvis. From the most unlikely and sad circumstances, yes, but a gift all the same. Isnât it?â Youâre not quite sure if you are trying to convince him or if you are just stating the obvious, but those feelings continue to rise in you and have for days. And they overshadow the fading fissure of anger and the burgeoning fear that you refuse to let consume you.
Hope. Joy.
âA gift?â he repeats, letting the words roll on his tongue, letting them sink in. He blinks slowly, gaze shifting off into the distance for a moment. Then, he looks down at the paperwork on the table. At the picture. âOh. Oh.â
A shuddering breath shakes his shoulders, his ring clad fingers clawing at his knees. Itâs when the tears pool in his eyes, finally betraying his sensitive vulnerability after so many days of keeping it in, that you slide out of your chair and rush to his side.
He immediately buries his head into your belly, his arms circling around your waist, clinging to you. A sob wrenches out of him, one so deep that it brings tears to your eyes.
âI-I-Iâm so s-sorry. I-I didnât think...I-I-I dinât know,â he hiccups. Youâre not sure if heâs apologizing to you or her or him. Maybe his apology is for all of you.
âShhh, hush, itâs okay,â you coo, tears trickling absently down your cheeks. You run your fingers through his soft hair before pulling back, cupping his cheeks so he is forced to look at you.
He is so wide-eyed and young-looking staring up at you, his eyes now matching the scarf in your hair with their electric blue, a dramatic contrast against the redness caused by his tears.
âItâs not a problem, honey, itâs a gift. He is a gift,â you say, wiping the tears that linger on his prominent cheekbones. âWe can do this. I want to do this. If you do.â
Elvis blinks up at you, surprised. âReally?â
âYes. If heâs a part of you, heâs a part of me, too. Andâand,â you choke up, swallowing your past sorrows, âyou know itâs something Iâve always wanted. Something I never thought we could have. This isâŠa chance to make something wonderful out of something tragic.â
Youâre aware the reality is likely going to be much more complicated than either of you can fathom in this moment. There is a part of you that is utterly terrified it wonât live up to the miracle you want it to be and that you wonât be worthy of the task. But that is not what Elvis needs to hear, not right now. Your insecurities can wait.
Elvis looks down at the picture resting on the table of the young woman and her baby. Your gaze follows. The first time you saw it, you knew, based solely on the fact that the woman looked so much like a younger version of you, that something had happened between them in those weeks youâd escaped from Vegas to California, when you left him, trying to figure out if you could forgive him. When you were trying to recover from your life turning upside down.
Her likeness plus the look of horrified guilt on his face upon seeing the picture told you all you needed to know about that. His begging and pleading for forgiveness at your feet solidified it.
But it had been the way Vernon had blanched white as a sheet when seeing the baby that you understood the true consequence of Elvisâ dalliance.
It was a punch in the gut, at first. Of course, it was. But logically you knew that heâd been hurting in those weeks without you, unsure if youâd ever come back to him. It wasnât altogether surprising that heâd sought out comfort from a girl who looked so much like you.
You wanted to be furious at the fact she had gotten pregnant by him so easily, but you knew that was a futile road to go down, especially after what happened to her.
According to the letter sheâd given to her lawyer, who had sent it on to Elvis, the cancer within her spread like wildfire. It was too late to save her by the time her pain had sent her to the doctor. SheâTheresaâhad never planned to ask Elvis for a thing, she reiterated. Theresa had been content to raise her son by herself. But she had no family to take him in when she was gone, and she could not bear to think of her son alone and unloved.
âYou donât have to take him, Elvis, truly. But I beg you, please, please make sure he is placed with a nice family, that he is loved and taken care of. I cannot leave him all alone.â
His lawyers werenât convinced, however, and didnât want him to even entertain the thought. It could open you up for all sorts of future problems, Elvis.
But that didnât stop him from finding out for himself because, as all of them knew, nobody tells Elvis Presley what he can and canât do. He tracked her down, in Denver of all places, and took you and Vernon with him to the hospital to see Theresa. You didnât know how you would feel seeing this girl Elvis had been with in a moment of weakness. Would you want to slap her face? Would you want to cry and scream? Would you want to tear her apart?
Instead, it had shocked you into silence, seeing someone that resembled you so closely withering away from disease, as if it were some sort of eerie harbinger. It made your skin prickle. But then compassion filled you, more so than you ever expected. The poor woman was on deathâs door, but youâll never forget the relief in her eyes when you all walked through the door. That look was something that couldnât be faked. Nor was the toddler playing with the nurse in the corner, the little boy who Vernon looked at like heâd seen a ghost.
The boy was the spitting image of his father.
But that didnât stop Theresa from encouraging a paternity test. She was well aware of what a mess this could be for Elvis, and she didnât want there to be a shadow of a doubt for anyone involved. She wanted him to be sure.
âI donât want to ruin your life,â sheâd croaked, her emaciated frame limp and barely able to produce the tears she was trying to hold back. âI never want him to be a burden.â
The tiny blonde child chose that pivotal moment to break away from the nurse, waddling over and grabbing Elvisâ flared pant leg with chubby little fists, commanding Elvisâ attention downward. His chin tucked, gaze following the movement at his feet, and you watched him wrestle with what to do, what the protocol in this sort of situation was. It was intense, this first moment between them, and the boyâs all-too-familiar crooked smile and slow blinking blue eyes made your heart clench.
You watched Elvis come to an unspoken decision, and he lifted the boy easily and almost too naturally tucked the boy into his hip. The room collectively held its breath, watching the scene unfold. Youâd never seen a child snuggle up to an unfamiliar person like that before, the way he buried his head into Elvisâ shoulder as if drawn in, inexplicably trusting. Granted, Elvis had that preternatural way about him, his essence bringing people to him constantly. But this was different.
Heart fluttering into a gallop, you watched Elvis take this moment in before nodding solemnly, sucking in his lip. With the child tucked into his side, it was obvious to you that he was holding back his pressing emotions to stay in control. Nevertheless, he was unwavering when he told Theresa, âEven if heâs not mine, Iâll make sure he finds a good home. I promise you that.â
Sheâd closed her eyes then, and when they opened, you saw a gratefulness and relief so strong it nearly bowed you over.
Elvis had done the blood test right then at the hospital. Everyone was quiet on the plane ride home. Elvis, pensive and withdrawn, clutched at your hand so tightly it tingled from the loss of circulation. And when the call came the next day that Theresa was gone, your heart broke for her. Sheer willpower had kept her alive long enough to make sure her son would be safe. A motherâs love.
Youâd wept for her. Youâd wept for you and for Elvis. Youâd wept for that little boy.
Nicholas. Nicholas Aaron.
You didnât tell Elvis that the moment you saw the 16-month-old toddle towards you that you knew. That you loved him instantly, like something magical locked into place. It was too early, too soon. But you knew.
Elvis hadnât wanted to talk about it much as you all waited for the results. He was antsy and on edge, everyone giving him a wide berth. His guilt was trying its best to distance him from you, that deep seeded, insecure vulnerability in him trying to simultaneously push you away while needing you close. It was evident in the way he clung to you in his sleep. But you did everything in your power to let him know you didnât hate him for the indiscretion, that you still loved him unconditionally, no matter the paternity outcome.
Of course, your mind whirled in overdrive, circling the drain around your surprising emotions about Nicholas. You found yourself worrying your nails down to the quick about whether he was safe and who was caring for him since his mother died. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two whenever you thought about it. You knew you shouldnât get too attached, but you couldnât help it. It was primal and biological, this response.
So when the phone rang this morning and Jerry had so seriously handed it to Elvis, you knew what it was, your breath catching in your throat. This was the moment that would change everything. And you hoped it was for the better as you sat across from him, wringing your hands in your lap. Silence filled the room as Elvis listened to the voice on the other end, his face going Hollywood blank, giving you nothing to hold on to. Your heart threatened to explode right out of your chest and onto the table.
He thanked the voice on the other end and hung up the phone.
âE, what did theyââ you started.
âIâm his father,â Elvis finally whispered in shock.
And now you are here, holding him to you, being his rock while in your own state of disbelief and wonder. A thousand emotions roll through you all at once: Hope. Joy. Sorrow for Theresa. Guilt for being happy in the face of Nicholasâ tragedy.
âDo you want this, to take him in, Elvis?â you ask, prompting him to look up at you once more. You pray you know the answer.
âOf course, I do. Iâm his father. Heâs my son,â he says, as if the unfamiliar words have finally landed and he believes them. Then his signature 1,000-megawatt crooked smile spreads across his face. âI have a son! We have a son!â he adds, proudly. Â
Elvis jumps up, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around until the room tilts on its axis. You laugh breathlessly, arms locked around his neck, wondering how in the world youâve managed to get here after all this time, in the most unlikely of ways.
A son.
When he sets you down, he looks at you, grinning from ear to ear with an unbridled passion like youâve never seen from him before. Itâs not sexual, and itâs different from the passion he has for his music. Itâs the love of a new father, you realize, something you never thought youâd get to see. It makes your heart swell uncontrollably.
âAre you absolutely positive this is what you want, lilâ mama?â His questioning eyes search yours as he cups your face, his fingers catching in the blue scarf in your hair. The pet name suddenly takes on a whole new meaning, releasing butterflies in your stomach.
Excitement has your heart racing and your breath short, but you beam, winking, âOh, Iâm one thousand percent positive, Daddy.â
Elvis kisses you deeply, as though heâs merging with you, engulfing you. It takes your breath away completely.
âWe have a son,â he whispers, smiling against your mouth. âLetâs go get our son.â Thereâs something in the way he includes you in this, a pointed clarity that you are not an outsider because you arenât Nicholasâ biological mother. No, heâs telling you in no uncertain termsâthis is your boy as much as he is mine.
And after so many years thinking it could never be, it finally, truly hits you, without a doubt:
Iâm going to be a mother.
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