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thetriumphantpanda · 3 months ago

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new religion | joel miller

Summary | Joel's never much been a religious man, but if he were, he'd ask the Lord what he'd ever done to deserve you.

Pairing | Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.5k

Warnings | Explicit. Religious imagery, basically porn without plot, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex, cumshot, dirty talk, Joel worshipping you like you deserve, nothing bad happens to him ever and he dies peacefully in his sleep at age 101, no use of y/n. Written and edited on phone so please excuse any mistakes.

Authors Note | God bless hbo for that teaser am I right? I just want Jackson Joel to always find peace. Also thanks to All Time Low and their song New Religion for the Inspo. I hope you enjoy!

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Divider by the ever wonderful @saradika

I found God and we found heaven, On the bedroom floor.

Joel Miller isn’t sure how he got here. Knees creaking and painful, a dull ache in his back that never goes away, and years behind him that have led him to right now.

Years of being closed off, scared to open up to anyone in case he failed them as well. Years of using his anger at himself to reign terror on others. Years with Tommy that were strained, years with Tess that were less so, even good sometimes, and now years with Ellie, good, bad and everything in between. The relative safety of Jackson was unsettling, after years of fighting to survive and barely making it, scars on his body testimony to that, the normality was unsettling.

He’s getting used to it though, slowly but surely, and he thinks that along with his brother and Ellie, it has something to do with you.

You, stood in front of him, backlit by the setting sun, nude and waiting, whilst he kneels in front of you. Pained be damned, he’s going to worship you like the goddess you are.

Tommy has spent the past year absolutely rinsing his older brother for this. When Joel and Ellie had arrived back, he’d made it his mission to set Joel up with one of the many fawning ladies available. There was Esther, who was nice enough, and Lindsey who had been far too forthcoming, and others that Joel would rather not remember, telling Tommy that he didn’t need anyone, didn’t want anyone, was more than happy on his own.

Then he’d met you, sunshine to his clouds, sharp, quick-witted and funny. A take-no-shit kind of gal that had gotten under his skin more than he cared to admit. The first few times it was quick, fumbles in the alley behind the tipsy bison, or hurried moments bent over the dusty couch at the lookout on patrol, convincing himself that once again this was nothing but stress relief.

Then things changed, you started making him laugh, started sitting on his porch with him, laying on his couch whilst he played his guitar, and then he started spreading you out on his bed, started taking his time, learning what made you respond best, how you liked it, how you clenched so tight around him when he clasped your fingers in his and pounded you into the mattress.

Joel has never been much of a religious man, not since the end of the world, but he thinks, right here on your bedroom floor, that he’s found God. When you walk towards him and run your hands through his greying hair, tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you, hands on your hips like you’re his altar.

He brings his face closer to you, tongue licking through your folds as you stand before him. Your fingers tighten in his hair when the tip of his tongue finds your clit, your own head tipping back, face to the real Lord if he exists, muttering his name over and over in your own twisted prayer.

His jeans are tightening as he licks at you, the sounds you make doing what they always do, shooting straight to his cock. It’s why he can’t quit this, even if in the back of his mind he knows he probably should. You’re younger than him, though not scandalously, and he can feel that the years of his prime are fading the more comfortable he gets here. He knows that wanting you as much as he does is a sin in itself, but walking away? That somehow seems worse to him. He finally wants to be selfish, to think of himself and his own happiness for once, and it’s the taste of you on his tongue when he drags it down to where you’re leaking for him that convinces him he has to stay.

“Oh, Joel,” You whimper, knees shaking, “Keep going.”

“Ain’t plannin’ on goin’ anywhere, pretty girl.” He groans into your pussy, his big hands holding your hips in place to keep you upright as his tongue drags back up from your fluttering hole to your clit.

You widen your stance a little, spreading the lips of your cunt for him so he can fuse his mouth over your clit, suckling at it whilst his tongue works against the swollen bud in the way that he knows will have you tipped over the edge in no time.

He loves when you come for him. A reminder that he’s still got it, that he can learn your ins and outs and keep you satisfied, even at his age. He has to press his fingers into your hips a little tighter when you do come for him, keeping you upright before you knees can buckle underneath you as you cry his name out into the darkening room. Pulling his mouth away from you before you start whimpering that it’s too much.

Normally he’d pull you over to the bed, but there’s something in him tonight that means he can’t wait the extra seconds, so he’s pulling you down onto the floor with him, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands so you don’t hit in on the wood as he crawls on top of you, legs spread wide for his thighs as he pops the buttons of his jeans and drags the zipper down.

He’s in too much of a rush to undress properly, pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. You’re reaching down, taking his length in your hand, dragging it up and down as he pulls his shirt over his head.

There are tiny droplets of sweat across your forehead, the open window and the breeze no match for the heat in the room, and he doesn’t know why he does it, but as he leans down, your hand guiding his cock to your soaked cunt, he lets his lips kiss across your forehead, like it’s holy water and he’s being reborn as he slips into your tight heat.

He doesn’t think he’s heard a sweeter sound than the ones he hears from you as he drags his cock in and out of your pussy. Gasps and whines and whimpers, never too loud, like they’re just for him. No-one else needs to know how good he makes you feel, just him. He presses his mouth to yours as he grips your wrists, pinning them to floor, swallowing your sounds as he fucks you.

Joel knows that it takes him a little longer these days, knows from the way you’re squirming that the ache in your hips is setting in. He knows that your body aches the same as his does, that your back aches and your knees hurt after a long patrol, but you’re being so good for him.

“Such a good girl,” He coos into your ear, “Y’can take it, can’t you?”

You arch your body up into him at his praise, “It’s so good,” You moan, your hands reaching behind him to sink your nails into the meat of his ass, “Harder, please.”

He can never deny you, so he pushes himself up, takes your knees in his hands and presses them down towards your chest, hooking his arms there to keep you spread open as he guides his cock back into you. He can feel his own sweat appearing across his skin as he does exactly what you asked for, he fucks you harder, as hard as he can, listening to the squeals you make as he bottoms out inside you and the slapping of his skin against yours.

“M’close,” He moans at you, “M’gonna come, baby.”

“Please,” You groan back, squirming underneath him, “Come for me Joel, please.”

And he does, pulling out at the very last minute, letting go of your legs to pump his cock with his fist before he comes, splashing his spend across your belly as he tips his head back and praises the Lord for you.

He knows he will pay for it tomorrow, but he collapses onto the floor next to you, pulling you into his chest. He can feel the sticky cum mixing with the hair across his stomach, but he doesn’t much care, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you settle together on the cool ground. His fingers trail up and down your spine as you lie together in the quiet of the early evening, finding peace with it all for once. After years and years of being on his own, of being scared to open up and let someone in, he finds he doesn’t much mind the thought of it anymore.

And above all, whether he makes it to the real thing or not when his time is up, that he’s found heaven, right here on your bedroom floor.

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elliezato · 9 months ago

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‪‪❤︎‬She's Jealous‪‪❤︎‬

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: Ellie gets jealous when she sees you kissing another girl

warnings: MDNI! cursing, drugs/alcohol, fingering, bathroom sex, public sex??

a/n: This is my first fanfic so idk how to feel about thisss. Also, I feel like this story isn't very original but I keep replaying this situation in my head, helpp. I'm open to recommendations! I will probably only write ellie x reader fics for now but let me know what you want and I'll write it! I get writer's block and need inspo!! Anyway... I hope you enjoy:)

♡︎.You and Ellie have been broken up for about a month now.

Parties have never really been your thing but your friend Dina has been begging you to go to one with her.

"It's been almost a month. You can't keep isolating yourself in your dorm like this."

You lay on your bed while Dina tries to convince you to go out tonight. She's right though. Things haven't been the same since you and Ellie broke up.

"Listen. Come to the party tonight. I hate that this breakup is holding you back. who knows. maybe you'll meet someone!"

Dina leaves and you make up your mind.

You change into a pleated mini skirt and throw on some baby tee you haven't worn since your relationship. Ellie liked it when you wore skirts and you knew that. Some part of you was hoping she would be there so she could see you. You apply a thin wing of eyeliner and put on your docs.

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Later that night you walk into the party. The house smells of weed and music covers the sound of people talking. You see Dina and Jesse from across the room. They're drinking and dancing with a few other of your friends. You hesitantly walk over to join them.

"Y/N!! thank god you're here!" Dina hugs you with one arm and a drink in the other.

"Damn, this is the first time I've seen you out since... you know" Jesse laughed as he took a sip from a red solo cup.

You sat on the couch and drank as you watched your friends enjoy the night. You hated yourself that you couldn't get up and have fun. The air felt hot and there was nothing left in your cup. As you get up to get another drink you feel eyes on you.

There she was. Ellie stood there with a drink in her hand. Your heart sank. This was the first time you've been in the same room as her since the heat of the breakup. Her eyes were on you as you slowly walked past her to get a drink. You look at the ground as you pass her, doing everything you can to avoid eye contact. When you look up to get another cup, you see Ellie standing in front of you. As she opens her mouth she say something to you, you feel hands on your waist.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing at a party alone?" The girl looks you up and down with a soft smile on her face.

From the corner of your eye, you see Ellie take a sip from her drink and walk away. You feel yourself sadden as Ellie leaves your presence. Fingers run down your waist. You look behind you and the girl is still there. It's been a long time since someone has hit on you. Honestly, the last time you romantically got attention from someone was with Ellie.

"You alright? What's upsetting you baby?" The girl whispers in your ear.

At this point, you'll do anything to get your mind off Ellie. A new relationship isn't what you want but it couldn't hurt. You turn around and face the girl. You've never seen her before but she's honestly really pretty. It wouldn't be hard to distract yourself around someone this attractive.

"m'nothin" The alcohol is hitting you. Usually, you'd feel guilty flirting with anyone other than Ellie, but right now, nothing matters.

She pulls you closer by your waist and passionately places a kiss on your lips. The sudden proximity makes you tense. Her hand travels down your hips while the other grabs your face. Something about this feels wrong but you push the thoughts back.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I came with my friend and promised I wouldn't leave her" You lied so bad, you almost cringed.

You remove yourself from the girl's grasp and take your drink as you walk away from her. The pain of the breakup is sinking in again. You wander around the party to find Dina but she's off with Jesse. There's no point in being at that party anymore. You down the rest of your drink and walk outside. The air is cold and dry. Snow falls gently as the music from the party echoes.

"What the fuck were you doing? Kissing another girl? Already?" Ellie stares at you with a joint between her lips.

"Ellie." You look at her in shock.

"We've been broken up for barely a month and you're already making moves on other women!?" She laughs under her breath as a cloud of smoke leaves her lips.

"Why do you even care. We're not together" You look at her with sad eyes. The tough act was never your strong suit.

She grabs your face with one hand and tilts your head towards her. You gasp at her touch. Snow falls down on the both of you. Your breath is visible in the cold air and the only thing keeping you warm is the heat of the situation.

"Are you trying to make me jealous, hmm?" She looks at you with lustful eyes.

"No! she kissed me..." Your voice trails off as you feel the touch of Ellie's fingers trace your jaw.

Nothing could've prepared you for this. The last time you two spoke was the breakup. This was a topic that was hard for the both of you. Clearly, the thought of the other stayed lingering in your minds. Her touch felt nice. You could feel yourself practically melting in her hand. The similar scent of weed got stronger as her face got closer.

"It worked." She takes one last hit of her joint before tossing it on the ground.

"What?" You look at her dazed and confused. Your eyes soften as her fingers trail down your neck

"I'm jealous." She admitted as she tightened her grip on your face. "Let's go back inside and show them who you belong to, yeah?" Ellie gives you a dirty grin.

You follow her back into the party. Even with Ellie, you didn't want to be back in there but that didn't matter in the moment. She walks through the crowd of people holding on tightly to your waist. You look over at her face a notice a cocky grin stuck to her lips. You can feel the eyes of the other girl you were with earlier staring at you. Ellie notices the girl staring at you. She grabs your face in front of her and kisses you. You pause as her lips touch yours. You missed this. Fuck. You missed her touch so bad. Leaning in for more, Ellie playfully pushes you away.

"God you're just as needy as I remembered." She pulls you away from the crown and leads you into an empty bathroom.

Ellie pushes you against the door causing it to shut behind you. Her lips passionately press against yours. You let your hands roam her figure. Fingers running underneath her baggy band tee. She grabs your hands and pulls them away.

"You're not getting it that easily" She glares at you as she takes your wrists by one hand and holds them above your head. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows how good I'm fucking you" Her breath is hot against your ear.

Her tongue explores your mouth and her other hand runs up your shirt. You let out a soft moan as her fingers draw circles around your nipple. She lets go of your hands and strips off your shirt. Her kisses move down your neck, leaving marks for everyone to know she you were hers. Her tongue reaches your nipples and she traces small circles around them. Her mouth moves further down your chest. Fingers moving down your waist meeting the hem of your skirt. She stops kissing your body and looks up at you. Her fingers slide up your skirt and meet your damp underwear.

"Fuck- You're so wet and I've bearly touched you" She continues kissing down your waist.

She pulls your underwear down your legs and throws them off. Her fingers finally graze your wet folds. She picks you up by your waist and places you on the counter. The granite is cold against your thighs. She sloppily kisses your lips as she inserts a finger into you. You throw your head back and hum at her touch. She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her.

"Look at me while I fuck you with my fingers." She glares up at you. Her face is desperate to feel you.

Your hands run through her hair as she pulls her finger out. She adds another finger and slams them into you. You hold the counter with one hand and the other pulling at Ellie's half-up half-down updo. You're holding in your moans remembering there's a crowd of people right behind that door. You close your eyes as Ellie curls her fingers inside of you, hitting the right spots.

"Fuck Els- s'good" You quietly whimper trying to hold back.

Tears are forming in your eyes. You can feel the warmth building up in your stomach. Ellie can feel you're close. She stops her motions and pulls her fingers out of your cunt. Your slick coats her fingers, dripping down her arm. She brings her fingers to your mouth. You clean Ellie's fingers with your tongue, whimpering for more action.

"I'm not going to give you anything if you're not going to moan for me. I want to hear you" Her fingers slide out of your mouth and find their way back down to your inner thighs.

"They're gonna hear" You bite your lip as your thighs press together.

"That's the point baby. Tell me how bad you've missed me" She keeps eye contact as she moves her face down to your hips.

She pulls your tighs apart, spreading your folds with her finger. Her tongue rests right above your clit, waiting for you to beg.

"Fuck- I need you Els. I need you to fuck me." You give into her commands wanting to feel her touch.

She finally complies and licks circles around your puffy bud. She thrusts her fingers into you once again while tasting you on her tongue. You squirm under her touch. Pornographic moans leave your lips as she starts to suck your clit. Tears fill your eyes as you look down at Ellie taking you in.

"You taste so good, I've missed your pretty pussy" She smiles against your folds removing her fingers.

The vibrations of her voice cause you to moan as you push her face closer to you. Her tongue slides down your folds and she pushes it into you. At this point, you're a moaning mess. Anyone who walks by that bathroom knows what's happening. Her nose gently rubs against your clit as her tongue fucks you.

"mmm~ i'm gonna fucking cum-" Your hips grind against her face.

She holds your waits pulling you closer. Her tongue slides out and sucks your cunts as her fingers push deep inside you. The heat in your stomach feels like it's going to burst. Only Ellie could have you panting and desperate to cum like this in a bathroom.

"That's it baby, cum for me okay?" She feels how close you are.

Her pace fastens as she gets you to release onto her fingers. Your hips buckle as whimpers and moans fill the room. She continues but slows her pace milking your orgasm. She licks the wetness from your cunt and you pant in her arms.

"I missed you" Your eyes look at her as she moves closer to your face, kissing your lips.

You can taste yourself in her mouth as she sloppy kisses you. She holds your waist and guides you off the counter. You're a mess. Makeup is running down your face and your hair is falling from the ponytail it was in. Eille was still completely dressed as she watches you put your clothes back on. She takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your neck.

"You're such a slut for me" She grins as she places her hand on the door nob. "I don't want to ever see you tasting another girl's lips, got it" You nod in response.

You realized how hot the room was when Ellie opened the door and you felt the coolness of the party on your skin. She takes you by the waist and leads you back into the party. Ellie wore a cocky smile knowing she was the only person at this party who could get you moaning like that. Eyes were on you when people realized who was in the bathroom.

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11vr1 · 1 year ago

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Been Away ⭒ Miles Morales

Synopsis › You were tired of his secrets and lies, so you did the one thing you promised you’d never do and walked away. But Miles Morales wasn’t going to let you go so easily.

Pairing › Earth-42! Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

Inspo › “Been Away” - Brent Faiyaz

Includes › ATSV SPOILERS, Angst, the tiniest bit of fluff, pet names, spanish, a microscopic amount of manipulation, toxicity, going back to your ex, stalking, harassment, mentions being mugged, mentions being stabbed, mentions the police

P.S. › I do my best work when I’m sleep deprived.

P.S.S. › Reading comments and reblogs really make my day, even if you’re telling me my commas suck. Requests are also open.

Y/n pulled down the sleeves of her crocheted sweater as she stepped out of the bodega, white plastic bag of chips and candy in hand. The sun was close to setting behind skyscrapers and plunging New York City into its usual state of terror. It was dangerous to be alone on the streets, but Y/n figured she’d be fine walking a few blocks to her friend’s place. She pushed through sidewalk traffic, passing others who were just as eager to be safe in their homes.

Her phone chimed with a text.

Unknown: Turn left.

She paused, looking up to scan her surroundings. There was nothing strange or out of place. Just stores closing up for the night and people minding their own business. Despite how normal everything seemed to be, Y/n knew better. She spared a glance at the alley to her left, immediately deciding against it and kept walking.

Another chime. She ignored it and the next. Stopping wasn’t worth possibly ending up on the eleven o’clock news. At least that’s what she told herself. The less rational part of her mind had a thought. In some ways more terrifying than being mugged.

Tucked away in her pocket, her phone rang. This time she checked. Unknown. Y/n scoffed, rejecting the call.

Unknown: One more chance.

Unknown: Take a left.

Unknown: I won’t ask again.

Her phone rang once more. With a long, begrudging sigh Y/n swiped to accept. “I thought you weren’t going to ask again,” she said, her eyes darting warily to the darkening street.

“Make a left, Y/n,” a deep distorted voice ordered from the other line. Her heart dropped. Maybe the irrational part of her brain wasn’t as off kilter as she thought. The call hung up like she didn’t need anymore convincing.

The yawning mouth of an alley stared back at her. She took a calming breath, inhaling the morning rain before stepping away from any potential witnesses. Her footsteps echoed in the eerie silence of the alley. Her skin heated in either fear or anticipation, she didn’t know. “I don’t have all night,” she spoke into the open air. “I will leave.” Y/n attempted to hide the tremble in her throat.

Her ringtone was shrill in the alley. She jumped. The bright smiling photo of her friend illuminated her face. She did not hesitate to answer. “Hello?”

“Thank god! You’re still alive. Are you close?”

“Yeah, I’m almost there, Ellie,” Y/n began to exit the alley. “The bodega line was long.” She rustled her haul of snacks.

“It’s getting dark. I can send my brother to meet you. Ya know he’s always had a bit of a thing for you and now that you’re single…” Ellie trailed off. Y/n could practically hear her smile.

She rolled her eyes, laughing nervously, “You don’t have to make him come get me. I’ll be—” She was cut off by her own scream ripping from her throat. A streak of darkness and neon flashed in front of her, swiping the phone from her hand. Her grocery bag tumbled to the concrete as she stumbled over her heels. Cold metal met her back. A well defined arm snaked around her waist, held her impossibly tight.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Her friend’s voice rose over the speakers.

The smooth phone screen pressed against her cheek. “Tell her you’re okay then hang up,” the same warped voice demanded in her ear.

Y/n felt her lips move before he ended the call. Some quick lie about a monstrous rat. Blood thrummed through her skull along with her ragged breaths.

“Let me go!” Y/n wrestling out of his grip with no resistance, finally turning around. She halted. Pixelated eyes narrowed at her. What had she been expecting? Was a mask better?

Getting slashed for the money in her wallet and being left for dead by a dumpster was starting to sound more appealing than her current situation.

Mechanic panels whirred and parted open. Rich, penetrating dark eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him, peeling back layer after layer in that calculating glare Y/n knew all too well. “Hola, mami.”

She hoped to never hear that name fall from anyone’s lips. Much less his. Y/n allowed a selfish moment to let her gaze wander. His braids were fresh, obviously not her work. Fade clean. Jay’s untied. Bronze skin annoyingly flawless. He was the same, except for the faint bags decorating his eyes. His chuckle bounced off the brick walls, catching her. It was sobering.

“You have one minute, Morales. One minute before I run screaming and call the feds on your ass,” she crossed her arms.

“Morales?” Miles raised an eyebrow. “Damn. Is that what we doin’ now?”

“Fifty.”

He circled her like the predator he was, each footstep deafening. “You look good, ma. Where you goin’ so late? It’s not safe.”

“You know where! You’ve been following me, remember? How long have you been doing that for? Just another secret, huh?” Y/n was on the verge of yelling, her initial fear replaced by pure rage. “You’re not even going to deny it.”

Miles dared a step forward. Y/n took two back. “You’re afraid of me.” Her lack of an answer was a shattering confirmation.

“I’m afraid of what you do, Miles,” she motioned to his suit, the spray painted insignia physically painful to see on his chest. The Prowler. She would have never fathomed the possibility if she hadn’t seen him in action herself. “You’re a criminal. You steal. You’ve killed people,” she choked trying to swallow back tears.

He dragged a gloved hand down his face. “You don’t understand.”

“You’re right! I don’t get it. You changed and I don’t understand why.” Her waterline welled. Three months of suppressed feelings threatened to rear their ugly heads when he was near. Because of him, of course.

It was ironic how much he made her feel, even now. Ellie, other friends, Y/n’s family never fully warmed up to Miles. He was unfeeling, nonchalant, closed off. They couldn’t see how a girl like her could fall for him and stay. At least that’s the promise she made.

“So did you. You walked away. Left me. What happened to our forever, Y/n?”

“You expected nothing to change? In what world would I not react or feel some typa way?” She tensed. Another wave of anger seared through her veins. How dare he turn this on her? “Oh wait,” her laugh was humorless. “I was never supposed to find out.”

“I have to do this. The world ain’t right and I need to protect the people I care about,” he placed a hand over his armor, over his chest. “I couldn’t do shit about my dad, but you…” He stalked closer. This time she didn’t back away.

Miles grasped her hand, placing it over his heart. She couldn’t face his intensity for too long, not without air. He wore the same musky cologne she gifted him for Christmas.“Mirame,” he tilted her delicate face towards him. “Mi corazón, I can keep you safe. You gotta let me. If something happened to you I don’t know what I would do.” His chiseled features twisted, barely able to utter the words. He finally closed the space between them, resting his forehead against hers.

“One minute,” Y/n whispered. It had been more than one minute.

Without separating, he slowly slipped her phone into her back pocket, letting his fingers linger by the waist of her jeans. “Call them. I’ll stay right here and you can end this. You’ll never have to see me again. Prometo, mi corazón.”

She should have listened when Ellie told her to stay away. Undeniably gorgeous, genius level intellect, sexy accent. There was always a catch, she said. She was right. But there was one drawback not even her best friend predicted.

Y/n pulled away. Suddenly the autumn air was too chilly through her sweater. She unlocked her phone. Typed 9-1-1. She looked up through her lashes at Miles as if he would melt into the shadows and escape. She didn’t expect sheer defeat to paint his face, unhidden behind his usual mask of indifference. Her thumb froze.

Miles Morales had Y/n entranced. He’d woven himself into her being, hollowed out a space in her soul just for him. Those titanium claws were in deep and she didn’t know if she had the strength to pry them out or wanted to.

Y/n pocketed her phone. She resigned to every emotion she harbored for the boy in front of her. She chose every wrong decision. “Go, Miles.”

His grin was smug. “Should I call you?”

“Don’t push it, Morales.” He draped his arms around her shoulders, dragged her into his warmth. “I’ll unblock you. Sound good?”

Miles angled his head. His smile stretched to his eyes, showing those rarely seen dimples. “Sí, mami. Whatever you want.”

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callmelola111 · 1 year ago

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my summer of you ♡ part two

✄ - - - - part 1 , part 2 - - - - inspo track (till there was you)

synopsis: being sent to your grandparents for the summer was supposed to be a punishment, but when you came face-to-face with your neighbor, you knew it’d be quite the opposite.

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: loser!ellie williams x neighbor!reader. wc: 4.5k

| ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, lots of fluff, marajuana use, profane language, mentions of tense family relations and childhood trauma (brief), joel cameo, ellie is so loser nerd it's actually adorable, ⭑ SMUT ⭑ … soft dom!reader, sub!ellie, mommy kink, fingering (e receiving), oral (e receiving), pet names (baby, special girl, etc.). MINORS DNI !!

a/n: hi lovelies, last part!!! ellie is just a sweet little angel baby who deserves to be taken care of!! sorry not sorry. i know dom!ellie is a fan favorite (trust me i love her too) but i feel obligated to write loser!ellie as an actual inexperienced, obsessed, space loving loser. kinda unplanned, but the end just turned into me living out my mommy fantasies tbh. ha i need her so bad, anyways... thanks 4 the love ♡~ lola

A twinge of anxiety hit the pits of your stomach as you stood, fist at the ready, face-to-face with your neighbors white front door. A deep exhale finally sent your hand into motion producing a loud knock on the wood— one you repeated 4 times before finally being answered.

The door handle rattled a bit before completely twisting to the right and revealing an older gentleman. His hair was brown, short and messy. The man's face was shrouded in a thick beard full of grays and his brows seemed permanently furrowed. You would’ve been a little fearful if it wasn’t for his sweet southern greeting that immediately softened you.

“Well, hello there little lady. What can I do for you?”

“Uh, hi… I live next door. You’re Ellie’s dad right?” you questioned.

“Mmm… kinda, I’m Joel. But um, if you’re looking for Ellie she’s still at work.” he replied, quickly moving past your question. It felt odd but you could see that asking him to elaborate wouldn’t be in your best interest- or his for that matter.

“Oh okay… do you know when she gets off?”

“Six I think. I’m sure she’d love to see you though. Girl hasn’t stopped smiling since you moved in next door.” His answer made your cheeks hurt from the widest grin you’d ever made.

“I guess that makes two of us.” You looked at the ground feeling somewhat bashful as you admitted how smitten you were with his “kinda” daughter. “Well uh, thanks Joel, it was really nice to meet you.”

“No problem kiddo, you too.” The man waved you off down the concrete steps and you waved back before he shut the door behind him.

Without a 2nd thought you trekked 4 blocks over to the bookstore where Ellie works, practically skipping the whole way. That sweet little bell rang once more as you pranced inside. A comforting smell of old paper immediately wafted through your senses.

Running your fingers along the yellowed edges of tattered books, you waited for Ellie to detect your presence. The girl seemed to be completely consumed by the small paperback resting against the edge of the counter she was positioned behind. The intentional clearing of your throat is what finally broke her focus with a slight startle.

“Hi Els.”

“Hey, what are you doing here?” she attempted to question nonchalantly, but the excitement behind her voice was clear. The frantic taming of her auburn locks and crimson colored cheeks was also a dead giveaway, and just as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, it quickly fell back to its rightful place- in front of her lovely face.

“Wanted to see if you’d wanna go to the boardwalk after your shift?”

“With you?” Ellie could hardly believe it.

“Of course with me… But, I mean that’s only if you wanna go.”

“Yesyesyesyesyes.” she slurred out frantically at a volume that was definitely not suited for a bookstore.

“Knew I could count on my special girl. You’ll be done at six right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You almost lied to Ellie, as the topic seemed like the kinda thing that was supposed to go unsaid. But you didn’t.

“Uh, Joel told me…”

“Oh? You talked to Joel?” Ellie seemed to withdraw at his mention, fidgeting with the pages of her book.

“Yeah… just for a second. I went over to see you and he answered the door.”

“Gotcha…” She lingered on her words like there was more to say but ultimately refrained from speaking out. You couldn’t help but pry just a little, it was in your nature.

“You seem kinda off when he’s brought up. Can I ask why?” Your bold question made you wanna squeeze your eye’s shut until the moment was over, and the growing silence made it even worse.

“Another time?” Ellie answered begrudgingly. You felt bad for even asking.

“Yeah yeah of course. I- I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” All the sudden your hands were clammy and the long thread hanging from your top was wrapped around your index finger, restricting circulation. Anything to distract from your social slip-up.

“No, no, don't feel bad! I promise you did nothing, I- it’s just me.” She gave you an apologetic smile and suddenly everything felt okay again.

“We’re still on for the boardwalk though, right?” you questioned, motivated by the need of reassurance.

“Yes. Please.” she affirmed. “If you want you can just hang here with me until then? I’ve still got like half an hour left.”

“Okay, yeah.” you gave a shy smile feeling less in control than in your usual interactions with Ellie. The fast growing feelings had suddenly clouded your incessant need to flirt and tease 24/7. What was this girl doing to you?

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As the sun set south in the watercolor sky, the green tinted waves crashed just past the dock where you stood. Ellie was positioned beside you with both hands awkwardly in the pockets of her distressed jeans. Nerves were obviously eating her up.

“Chill out Els, this is gonna be fun!!” you smiled all teeth and nudged at her tattooed arm which she eventually released from the denims tight hold. You snatched her free hand, which was concerningly wet, and dragged her through the crowds of people. Ellie didn’t complain once and if you had asked her to jump off a cliff too she probably would have done it right then and there.

You looked up at the towering ride in front of you and then turned to give Ellie some puppy dog eyes, “Can we pleaseee ride the ferris wheel?”

“Yeah of course, whatever you want.” And she meant it. The only thing Ellie asked of this night was to see your gorgeous smile and hear the symphony that was your giggles. She wanted you to be happy– happy with her.

After waiting in a short line of babbling kids and adults, a small blue pod sheltered by white, plastic roofing swooped down to load in more passengers. You slid onto the bench attached to the left side and Ellie situated herself opposite, hand anxiously gripping the edge of the seat. The wheel began to move as you sat face-to-face, only a thin white pole separating the two of you. You gripped it between your hands before peaking around to question her.

“Are you scared of me or of heights?”

“Huh? Wha- what do you mean?”

“I meannnn… you’re huddled up in that corner like I’ve got Covid or something. Come sit with me Els. I miss you.” You batted your eyelashes and gave a pout like you were a sick puppy who only Ellie could cure. She could barely keep her composure when you flirted like this and was of course already embarrassed enough for sitting so far away. But how could you blame her? The poor girl was so anxious and had basically zero play to go off of.

In frantics, she scurried over to the other bench causing the apparatus to rock back and forth with a screech and you let out a little squeal in return. Ellie came to your protection leaving only centimeters between each other and you essentially lost all brain function.

With a sheepish laugh she apologized, “Sorry I’m so fucking stupid sometimes.”

“Hey don’t say that!” You scooted to the right, closing the gap between her jean-clad thigh and yours. “You are not stupid Ellie Williams.”

“I kinda am.”

“What makes you think that?” you asked, placing a comforting hand to her tense shoulders.

“I don’t think you wanna know…”

“I do Ellie. Seriously, you can tell me.”

“Well, uh- I guess I just feel stupid cause… I can’t tell if this is supposed to be a date.” She looked down in shame at her confession. “And I- I feel even more stupid for wondering that.”

Moving your hand to her thigh you gave a long sigh, “Oh els, don’t feel stupid for my shortcomings. I know it’s childish, but even now I can never seem to find the courage to say how I really feel.” Ellie’s face was teetering on the verge of surprise at your admission.

“Well, how do you really feel?” she appealed.

With slight hestance you spoke the truth, “I feel like… I also want this to be a date.” The girl smiled wide and patted your knee with care.

“I guess we’re on a date then, huh?”

“Yeah I guess we are.” you poked back. But before you could even take in the view from your spot on the ferris wheel, your pod had already reached bottom and the metal door swung open to exit. Maybe another time when you weren’t so captivated by the girl in front of you.

After a few games and an ice cream stop, the sun had set and crowds dissipated. Although it was obvious that neither you or Ellie were ready for the night to end.

“Sooo, what now?” you looked all around trying to think of an excuse to stay out longer.

“I have a joint in my bag… if you’re up to smoking. We can light up on the beach.”

“Ellie– I’m always up for smoking.” Problem solved.

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Sitting cozy in the sand, Ellie reached into her navy blue backpack to grab the weed and you watched dotingly. As she zipped the front pouch back up you noticed a small pin– a rocket ship

“What’s that?”

“Just a pin. I’m into space shit.” she answered, pulling out a forest green lighter from her back pocket.

“Ooo tell me more!” Ellie released the joint that was about to be lit, genuinely stunned at your interest in her nerdy fixation.

“Well, I wanna be an astronaut. Kinda like Sally Ride. That’s why I’m a STEM major.”

“Hell yeah, women in STEM! But ummm, who’s Sally Ride though?”

Her eyes went wide, “You don't know who Sally Ride is??” This spun her into a long tangent about the famous astronaut, and the strides she made for women, and how it’s even cooler because as Ellie put it, “she was gay!!”. As she rambled on you felt your feelings multiply. You had never seen her talk so much, and with so much passion too. It was a sight to see– one that you’d save to memory.

“Sorry, am I talking too much?” she questioned.

“No, not at all Els! I love it. I love hearing you talk.” You gave a reassuring beam as Ellie finally lit the joint that had been rolling around in her lap after the conversational detour. The salty air picked up making it hard to ignite the paper so you offered a helping hand to shield the wind. Ellie accepted graciously, eventually taking the first inhale and passing it over to you. Sitting criss-cross in the sand, you held the burning substance between your pointer and thumb before taking a savory puff.

“God, it feels like ages since I last smoked.”

“Have you not been able to find a good plug here?” Ellie wondered.

“Not exactly…” you took a pregnant pause considering if you even wanted to mention it. “I haven’t been completely honest about the real reason I’m staying with my grandparents.” Ellie didn’t seem to phased at this. She had suspected something was up after the odd cigarette incident with your grandma.

“You know I’d never judge you ____. You can tell me, really.”

“It’s embarrassing but… my parents banished me here for acting out at school.” you admitted.

“Really? What’d you do?” she questioned, taking another drag from the lit joint.

“My smoking and drinking habits were a little ‘out of whack’. And apparently so were the little escapades that those habits got me into.”

“What do you mean by… ‘escapades’?”

“Umm, sex. With girls.” You plummeted your finger into the sand, feeling way over the situation already. “My parents swear they’re not homophobic but sometimes I wonder if they would’ve reacted the same if I was hooking up with some frat dude instead.”

“Damn I’m sorry. So they must be really mad then?”

“I guess, they rarely even call. But I’m not sad about it anymore so it’s okay.” Ellie noticed a gloss form on your eyes and refused to believe that there wasn’t at least a little part of you that was still hurt. Like instinct she roped you into a tender hug and you reciprocated with your hand around her neck. When she pulled back a small tear fell to your cheek and you quickly wiped it trying to stay tough.

“Now you owe me an explanation after that one.” you sniffled once more, eventually moving past the momentary sadness.

“Fine.” Ellie almost had to convince herself to keep talking. “Joel isn’t my dad, but he’s like my dad, and everyone thinks he’s my dad which just makes things weird.”

“Not to pry, but uh could you maybe elaborate?” Ellie stared off into the sea as she dumped her heart out.

“My real parents didn’t stick around for long. I was bouncing from home to home for a while until I turned 14. Joel found me, he was a family friend, and we’ve kinda been inseparable since. I hate when it’s brought up though. It’s a reminder that the people who were made to love me just didn’t. I had to find it elsewhere. And even now, years later with Joel, I still sometimes feel so void of worth.” Finally looking back to you she was met with streams of your tears.

“Ellie what the fuck. That’s heavy... I’m so fucking sorry.” You just wanted to hold her for eternity and tell her that everything was gonna be okay. Tell her that she was worth something– she was worth everything.

“Hey, hey no need to cry. I’m alright now, I promise. Joel is awesome.” she reassured, using a rough thumb to brush away the drops littering the apples of your cheeks. You placed your hand on top of hers feeling the comforting warmth.

“Els, I-” Before you could even finish her lips had met yours in a spur of the moment kiss. You reciprocated as both of her hands flew to the sides of your face to pull you in deeper.

It felt like you were the only 2 people in the world and this moment was all that mattered. Passion rose as you slid your tongue into Ellie's mouth, playing a game of tag with her own pink muscle. The girl—more confident than you had ever seen—found your wrists and sent you back into the sand with purchase, obviously hungry for something.

But just as things were getting good your phone began going off like crazy. After about 7 buzzes and Ellie’s lips traveling down your neck, you had to swiftly roll out from under her to see what was up. The poor girl looked like a kicked puppy at the loss of your touch. She watched as you read through messages and immediately jumped to your feet, grabbing your bag along the way. It was Grams. And she was mad.

“Fuck fuck fuck!! I’m sorry Ellie, I have to leave. Like now.” you blurted anxiously.

“Wait what?”

“I’m sorry! I promise to explain later but I have to go.” Ellie sat confused and unresolved as she watched you disappear into the darkness with only the moonlight to guide.

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The night after coming home late, Grams had smelt the weed and in turn confiscated your phone, along with all freedoms you once possessed. “As much as it hurts to do this, I promised your parents I’d enforce some rules” she had told you as you pleaded for mercy. You were officially fucked and didn’t even have your phone to explain it to Ellie. What was she gonna think? How could you get around this? But as you lay on your bed a certain book catches your eye and that’s when it hits you.

With a pen and a brightly colored index card you scribbled out a simple note. It read...

Dear Ellie, if you’re receiving this then my plan has worked. I’m currently writing from the confines of my bedroom which I will be isolated in for the next week. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to communicate this but my grandparents weren’t too happy about breaking curfew to go “smoke pot” (which i reeked of). I don’t have my phone either, but god I miss you Els. So… if you can ever forgive me, come knock on my window late tonight and maybe I’ll let you in ;).

You slipped the small, highlighter-yellow note into the pages of The Bell Jar and handed it off to Grams to run next door, arguing that “Ellie needs it back immediately” and “it just can’t wait”. She eventually gave in after some well thought out begging and delivered the borrowed book to Joel. He then handed it back to the green-eyed girl who at first didn’t even wanna touch it.

Ellie was convinced you’d purposefully abandoned her– just like everyone else in her life. Her heart was broken and all she had done since that night was play Valorant, high out of her mind, while ignoring the rest of the world. Luckily, Joel noticed the bright yellow peaking from the paper and urged her to crack it open and take a second look. And after a quick thumb of the pages she fell upon your note which practically gave her a heart attack as she read. Ellie instantly dropped the controller at your whim and hopped in the shower to get ready for that night.

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The girl sported some heather gray Champion sweats and an oversized band tee as she slipped through the back door of her house. She opened the back gate to a small strip of grass that was the space between your house and hers, but just as the clock hit 12:00, the automatic sprinklers shot up to do their duty. Ellie was pinned to the edge of the fence as water began spraying at all points of the yard. There was no way she was getting to your window– at least, not dry. Assessing the situation, the only thing left to do was run straight through the line of fire and hope you were keeping a close ear.

She bent her knees, digging the toe of her converse into the moist dirt and then bolted over to the glass. Ellie was being pelted left and right as she knocked on your window to be let in, but you were taking your sweet damn time, and those polite taps soon became desperate ones. After about 8 chaotic bangs you eventually opened up, scolding Ellie for the loud noise and then taking note of her current state.

“Sprinklers–” she gasped, out of breath. “You never told me about the sprinklers.”

“Ellie- oh my god.” you put a hand to your mouth trying not to laugh but miserably failing. She climbed inside, rolling her eyes.

“Hey! I did this for you, fuck off.”

“Sorry, sorry I know!” You traveled to your closet still laughing as you grabbed a spare towel and clothes. “Sit. Let’s get you changed” you commanded.

Ellie placed herself on the very edge of the bed, eyes locked on your figure. She raised her arms up and peeled off the drenched T-shirt leaving her in a simple sports bra which you couldn’t help but ogle at. Then followed her sweats which stuck to the flesh of her toned thighs before finally dropping at her ankles. She wore the sweetest plaid boxers, and now naked before you, she looked so shy.

Towel in hand, you straddled her knees which dangled off the mattress just slightly. Any thoughts of self doubt had left and all she could think about was you and how close you were to her heat. You ruffed up her dripping locks of hair with the soft linen and soaked up what you could. Ellie’s arms fell back into the bed, trying to fight the urge to grip both of your thighs in her strong hands, right then and there. The silky, sheer pajama shorts adorning those thighs were not helping her case either.

“There, all better.” you smiled, doing some final scrunches to the ends of her hair. “Wanna put on some dry clothes now?” Ellie gulped down some fear and slipped her hands to your waist.

“No, not really.” she muttered.

“Oh yeah?” you teased, slinging your hands over her shoulders and connecting them at the back of her neck.

“Yeah.” Ellie affirmed and then slid her hands down to the fat bunching at the crease of your thighs. She pulled forward till your crotch was on hers and breaths became irregular.

“I missed you Els.” you said, before planting a juicy kiss onto her slightly chapped lips.

“Missed you too ___” she murmured between lips locking. “I was starting to think you hated me.” You pulled back quickly, both hands on her face. How could you ever dislike someone as perfect as Ellie? And how could you ever let her think that?

“Never baby, never.” you said, smooching the damp hairs on her head. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay.” She agreed and the kissing resumed but this time on her neck. Wet, purple marks of your doing sent butterflies to Ellie’s stomach, and as you started to roll your hips her head flew back with a gasp. She quickly caught on, gripping your sides to assist the fervent grinding. Your fingers traveled down her abs, tracing the v-line, before finding themselves in the vats of her boxers.

“Is this okay Els?”

“Yes, yes please” she gasped. You dipped down further and were greeted with strings of slick and Ellie already bumping against you for pressure.

You gave a sly smile, “All this for me?” She nodded, almost proud at her quick arousal. “Here lie back and let's take these off. I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” Ellie of course followed in suit, scooching against the headboard and revealing her bare cunt. On all fours, you climbed towards her with the intent to please and only that. She slammed her lips into yours as soon as you were in reach, it was impatient and primal– a side you rarely saw from Ellie. Through breaks of tongue, teeth, and spit you discarded any and all clothes covering your flesh.

The sight of your breasts quickly shifted Ellie’s attention. Goosebumps exploded up your body when she soon took them in her grabby hands. She twisted at your hard nipples as your hands found their way back down to her anticipating folds. Your fingers split between middle and ring then gliding through Ellie’s slick, capturing her bundle of nerves with each pass. The pleasure was indescribable except through the gasps and moans she was making into your mouth. Coated in Ellie, you couldn’t help wiping her mess across the expanse of your tongue and sucking it clean.

“You taste fucking perfect.” you elated and Ellie went red. She wasn’t used to dirty talk like this. In all honesty, she wasn’t used to any of it. But god was she willing to learn. With a short preview of her taste, you inched down to try the real thing. You couldn’t wait any longer and pushed up and open at the girls knees to get a better angle. Her hole clenched in prospect as you playfully ghosted your lips past her clit a couple of times.

Finally taking it between your lips Ellie’s eyes completely rolled back, jaw going slack. You gave a gentle suck before sticking out your tongue to make slow, tight circles. This one really drove her wild which you noted from the arch of her back and guttural moans echoing off the walls.

“Els baby, you gotta be quiet for me.” She whined at your request, however complied. There’s no way you were getting caught with your tongue inside the next door neighbor, but god were her little noises music to your ears.

Next came your fingers and she squirmed with the insertion of the middle one. You pumped in and out slowly and it was obvious that Ellie was trying her best to keep quiet. She was practically drawing blood from the strong bite she had on her bottom lip, whimpering ever so often.

Rubbing circles at her thigh and adding another finger, you praised, “You’re being such a good girl for mommy.” Ellie’s hips jolted, and olive-colored eyes went wide at the name– something she never thought would turn her on. It was something that had just slipped from your lips, too caught up in the moment, but now that it was out in the air it just made you all the more wet. Your pace picked up and it grew harder to penetrate through the desperate clenches of her walls. You took it as a challenge and added your mouth back into the mix, really trying to push her to the limits.

“Ahh f- fuck” she cursed out with ramblings of your name. Knowing how good you made her feel drove you crazy, and through swipes of tongue and fingers you found yourself grinding into the stiff mattress below. Ellie was obsessed with the way you rocked your hips and even sat up a little bit to get a better view. This, combined with the work you were doing on her core, forced her to the brink of satisfaction. Her stomach sucked in tight, feeling the build-up of pleasure inside.

“J- just like that, a- almost there-” she sobbed through the wet squelches of her folds.

“You gonna say please for me?” you questioned, slowing down your movements just enough to make her listen.

Stuttering through it she obeyed, “P-please mommy, please c- can I cum?”

“Go ahead baby.” Just hearing those words made you almost gush right along with her so you rewarded the girl with an unfaltering pace. Ellie was right where you wanted her, clenching every muscle at the bliss you so graciously gave her. With your thumb on her clit and fingers curling up to hit just the right spot, she buckled along with attempts to muffle the groans she couldn't hold in any longer.

“Shit, I- I’m cu-cumming.” Her thighs flew shut but you quickly parted them back as you coached her through the euphoric feeling.

“You’re doing so fucking amazing Els.” You planted kisses across her thighs as she rode out her orgasm to a limp state. Ellie had yet to open her eye’s after the second finger and was still coming back down to Earth. Climbing up the bed to lay next to her, you brushed all the hair stuck in the girl's freckles, occasionally giving a slight peck of comfort. She finally fluttered her lids open and her pupils exploded with love. No one had ever taken care of her so well, and she’d thank you for it until the end of time.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓★ Seven Wonders ‧͙⁺˚*･༓★

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: They say to beware of the woman who sings within the seven seas…but what if Ellie just can’t help herself?

an: okay, so this request was so good I literally couldn’t even respond to the ask, I just had to jump on and start writing it. So! This is for the sweet anon who asked for a mermaid/siren!reader x Ellie fic! Ellie is a sweet little sailor in this one because I said so. I took inspo from the little mermaid and aquamarine! Thank you again to the anon for this request!! I hope you enjoy baby 🖤 (not proofread apologies for an errors)

Warnings: 18+!! Smut!! Angst! Reader grows legs when she’s on land, oral (ellie and r!receiving), lots of kissing, spanking, reader is a mermaid/siren, sailor!ellie, mentions of drowning, sad towards the end im sorryyyy. Let me know if I missed anything pleaseee.

Ellie's favorite place was the water.

Ever since she had been a little girl, she would follow her father onto the docks as he loaded up his boat, and there wasn't a trip that he made that she wasn't going on when she turned old enough to join him. Her father even called her his little fish for quite a while, until the nickname made her groan in annoyance.

She loved it so much, that she followed in her fathers footsteps the second she got her first job. Sure, taking the fish that the guys pulled in from the docks to the local markets wasn't the best job, but she was officially in line to become a great sailor herself.

And that was exactly what she did. She worked her way up all the way until she had her very own boat, and she was her very own boss.

Ellie's father was a sailor, his father was a sailor, and his father's father was a sailor. She practically had salt water running through her veins.

She enjoyed the calmer months, when there weren't many fish to catch and she was able to spend the entire day on her boat, drifting along in the warm waters until it became too dark and she had no choice but to haul ass back to the docks.

And that's exactly how she found herself here, her boat slowly bobbing from side to side along with the calm waves of the ocean, the shore miles away from her, the closest human being too far away to bother Ellie for any favors or to borrow her precious boat. She was resting on the bow, her hands resting underneath her head as she hummed a gentle tune to herself, drifting in an out of a light sleep.

But then Ellie realized, she wasn't humming...that noise wasn't coming from her.

She frowned as she sat up, the warm sun slowly setting, making the world grow darker and darker around her. She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting to the sudden change in brightness. For a moment, she almost thought she had drifted back to shore, the sound of a woman humming so clear she'd swear there was someone on the boat with her.

But Ellie was so far from the shore, she could barely even see it.

She sighed, figuring that it was merely her mind playing tricks on her. She brought her wrist up to check the time, settling on staying out on her boat for an hour or two more before she had to go back in. She laid back once more, resting her head against one of the pillows she had and closing her eyes.

And then she heard it again.

This time, it was closer, clearer, and Ellie knew she wasn't losing her mind this time. She heard it, clear as day, the soft melody of a woman humming, followed by a soft giggle.

And Ellie was sure it was the sweetest melody she had ever heard.

As if in a trance, Ellie was standing up from her spot on the bow, and moving to stand near the railing of her boat, searching the dark waters for what it was that she heard. Had someone been swimming? She didn't recall hearing any splashing from the shore, perhaps they were coming from a nearby boat? Only, Ellie was the only one out on the water this late in the day.

She continued to scan the waters with her eyes, searching for any clues to what it could have been that she heard. Suddenly, a flash of silver rippled through the water.

Her eyes widened when she saw it, and she felt her boat wobble a bit, paired with the sound of something hitting it from underneath, and she heard the giggling from the other side.

Ellie rushed towards it to see what it was, only to see another flash of silver thrash through the waves a bit more harshly this times. She quickly reached into her bag, grabbing her flashlight and shining it into the water.

"Hello? Is..is someone out there? I..I can help you! Do you need a raft??" She called out, but here was no answer. The only thing she was able to hear were the waves crashing against themselves.

Ellie frowned as she looked around, realizing that it had only grown darker and darker with each passing second that she was out on the water. She gave the open waters one last look before she decided it was time to pack up and get back to the shore.

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That night, the only thing Ellie dreamt about was that song.

The melody played in her head over and over again, making her toss and turn in her bed. She could see the ocean, dark and grey as the clouds above her swirled, thunder and lightning casting over her as the wind blew on her face. She stood at the shore, her eyes searching for the melody that grew louder and louder the longer she was there.

She began calling out, for help, for the person to show themselves, for anything…

And suddenly, the voice that had been plaguing her mind had a face to match with it.

Emerging from the ocean was the most beautiful woman Ellie had ever seen, her body dripping with water, the droplets on her body sparkling like diamonds. As she slowly walked towards Ellie, the beautiful song continued, and Ellie felt like she couldn’t move. Because suddenly, the beautiful woman had her naked body pressed up against Ellie’s, her arms wrapping around her neck before she was pressing a cold, wet kiss to Ellie’s lips.

Ellie woke up in a panic, gasping for air as she sat up in her bed, her hands gripping her chest and her loose t shirt, trying to find something that could help her ground herself, help her remember where it was that she was.

When she calmed down a bit, she looked over at her window, the harsh sound of hard rain rapping on her window like pellets of metal. She frowned further, because the clouds in the sky looked identical to the ones in her dream.

She sighed softly, her hands rubbing over her face. It wasn’t until she tried getting up from her bed that she realized her pussy was soaking wet.

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The following day, Ellie was determined to find answers.

She was rummaging through her grand fathers old chest, the one her father had insisted she take in with her when she moved into her current house. She almost refused it, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything but clutter her space and create more of a mess, however her grand father had quite the collection of books on anything she could think of when it came to being a sailor. From how to train yourself for diving, to the mystical creatures that plagued the waters.

Ellie was really fucking glad her dad made her keep the chest.

She was sat on her couch, a large stack of books surrounding her as she flipped through quickly, her eyes scanning for specific words that could help her.

Giant squid, kraken, serpents…

Siren

The word made Ellie freeze, her eyes scanning over it multiple times. She could practically feel the chill running up her spine. Her fingers delicately traced over the word, her lips parting gently before she uttered. “Siren…” softly.

And as soon as she said it, a loud crack of thunder practically shook through her entire house, making her flinch.

She swallowed nervously before she brought her attention back to the book, eyes scanning over the description of the sea creature.

When Ellie was a kid, she remembered sitting on the floor of her grandparents house on days much like the one she was experiencing today. Dark and stormy, the waters too rough to go out on and explore. She had no choice but to get in her comfiest pajamas and let her grand father bring the stories of the sea to her.

He would tell her everything, and at the time Ellie wasn’t totally sure which were stories he’d experienced himself, or if they were fairytales passed on throughout generations of her family. As she grew older, she has just written them all off as just that, stories passed down for the enjoyment of the children that were around.

But as she sat in her living room, staring down at the description of a siren, she couldn’t help but recall the story of the beautiful sea women that her grand father told her about.

He told her they’d first come to you in the ocean, never revealing themselves to you until they were ready. It would be followed by vivid dreams of these beautiful women, using their powers to keep you connected to them long enough until they could come to you once again in the real world.

And finally…they would lure you into the ocean, and you’d become another one of their prey.

Ellie’s grand father warned her and her cousins to never fall prey to these women. To cover their ears and close their eyes if they ever heard mysterious humming. Of course, Ellie never believed in any of that stuff. Her grand father was simply trying to scare them enough into never going out on the waters alone or staying out too late.

However, her she was, a fully grown woman, going against the wishes of her grandfather. She was packing up her bags and willingly walking out into the storm.

The storm that you had caused.

͙⁺˚*･༓★

Ellie had never seen a storm as bad as this one.

Not a single soul was outside, let alone out on the docks. The boats lined up were rocking back and forth, and Ellie had to put her hand up to her face to shield it from the harsh wind and rain that was hitting her body, making it hard to walk forward. It was almost like it was pushing her back towards her house, begging her to go back home.

But she couldn’t, all she could think about was that song, and that face. She couldn’t let it go.

She finally made it out to her boat, cursing under her breath as she struggled to bring her rope and anchor. Once she did, she was moving inside her boat, starting up the engine and driving out of the dockside onto the water.

And as soon as she was, the waves were crashing against her boat. Ellie was quite the experienced sailor, having made her way through several storms. However, she had never made her way through anything like this. The sky almost looked like it was caving in on itself, but Ellie couldn’t even come to her senses to care, the only think playing over in her mind was the beautiful face she saw and the sweet melody she heard.

She kept going, her boat making its way out further and further into the water, her eyes searching for any trace of silver that she had saw the night before. She frowned, pushing the lever on her boat and forcing it to go faster.

Her boat climbed over the waves like they were mountains, forcing it to crash down every time she toppled over one. Ellie could hear multiple things inside of her boat falling, even a few things breaking, but she couldn’t stop.

Especially not when she saw that familiar glimmer of silver in the sea again.

When she saw it, she was laughing like a woman gone mad, and she was pushing her lever higher to go faster regardless of the fact that it was already at the highest setting. She was on a high speed chase now, trying to follow the rippling figure she saw speeding ahead of her.

She almost lost her mind when the creature jumped out of the water, large sparkling tale on full display for her before it dove down.

A particularly sharp turn from her boat to follow it was her first mistake, because going against the harsh waters so abruptly almost made her boat tip over, but she didn’t seem to notice, because she continued with her erratic movements. She continued driving her boat at full speed to follow the figure.

It wasn’t until her view was blocked by a large wave, swallowing up her boat completely and submerging her underwater that her intense gaze on the creature finally broke.

“Oh fuck!” She screamed out before she was completely consumed by the cold, harsh, salty waters around her.

She tried to swim, to keep herself alive long enough that she could make it onto shore. But she was too far, and she knew that. She could feel herself slipping as she thrashed about in the cold waters.

Her eyes grew heavy, and her lungs grew tired, and the last thing she felt before she passed out were arms wrapping around her waist, and the beautiful face she had seen in her dreams looking down at her.

͙⁺˚*･༓★

You knew you shouldn’t have done it. You knew you should have left her alone. You could have just gone for any other fisherman along the coast, one that was harassing the poor orcas or polluting the water with their big stupid boats.

You could have gone for someone who deserved it…but you just couldn’t stay away from her.

The pretty sailor had caught your eye from you were but a small mermaid. Watching her with her father, learning how to sail and how to tell the fish apart. He taught her to appreciate the ocean with so much care and love, it brought you to tears multiple times.

It’s why you stayed within these specific waters for so long, to stay close to her. You learned early on that her name was Ellie, and that she loved the water just as much as you did. You both grew together, watching as the girl turned into a beautiful woman right before your very eyes.

Before you knew it, it was your time to begin hunting. Hunting for unsuspecting sailors and fisherman on the docks, using your powers to lure them into your underwater home and ravage them, forcing them to stay with you forever.

But you couldn’t, not when Ellie was so pretty to look at.

You had gone on quite some time without interacting with her at all, knowing just what your song would do to her. As much as you wanted her, wanted her attention, you didn’t dare use it on her in fear of what it would do to her.

But one day…you just couldn’t ignore your urges any longer.

You just…wanted to play with her, only for a little bit. You knew your Ellie was strong, you knew your song wouldn’t do much to her. You knew she’d be able to fight it. You just needed to see those green eyes staring into your own, looking for you, searching for you, wanting you.

Oh how you regretted it now.

Because the ocean was rough, and you could see the girl making her way into her boat and rushing through the rough waters to make her way to you.

She was putting herself in harms way because of you.

You knew she wouldn’t stop, not unless something made her stop. So, you lured her out to the sea, as far as she had to go until the waves would gobble her up and force her unconscious, giving you enough time to dive into her boat and save her, and pull her onto shore to a spot where someone would find her once the storm passed.

And that you did, you pulled her onto shore, grabbing her face and making sure she had enough air in her lungs to keep her alive until it was over.

Before you could leave her though, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, only for a little bit. Your fingers delicately traced her face, smiling softly as they traced along her pretty lips. You’d never seen her this close, you had never been able to touch her like this, and you knew this was your only chance.

So you leaned in, pressing the most gentle kiss to her lips before pulling back..

What you didn’t expect, where for her hazy green eyes to be lazily blinking at you, still out of it, but there.

It shocked you a bit, but you simply pressed your hand against her eyes to close them before she could see you any further. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her ear before you whispered.

“You’ll be home soon…I’m sorry Ellie…” you mumbled, and with that, you made your way back into the ocean, leaving her on the shore.

͙⁺˚*･༓★

When the storm passed, the people of Ellie’s town slowly emerged from their homes. It didn’t take long for someone to catch sight of her body washed up on the shore. They were quick to take her in, bringing her back to her home after a doctor made sure she was okay, cleaning her up and getting her into bed.

She was extremely out of it, only mumbling a few words to the people that brought her in.

She was exhausted, and her mind was filled with this overwhelming fog that she couldn’t sense. Like she had experienced something that she couldn’t remember, something that she was waiting for had happened, but she couldn’t fucking remember it.

She couldn’t get out of bed, the girl far too tired to get up and go out on the water. She hoped that getting more sleep would help her remember what the fuck had happened after she drowned, how the fuck she had ended up on the shore…

She huffed softly as she tossed in her bed, when suddenly she heard something rummage in her house.

She frowned, sitting up a bit as she looked towards her door, staring for a moment to see if she heard something else. But she didn’t, and she figured something bad just fallen over. She groaned, rolling over and tugging her sheets further over her body.

But then, she heard the knob to her bedroom door jiggle.

And then open.

And when Ellie sat up once more to look towards her door as it opened. She felt like she was dreaming again, because there she was. The sea woman from her dreams was walking into her room, fully naked, dripping from head to toe with water. Only this time, her face had an expression of worry instead of one of mischief.

You were there, standing in her doorway. You were the woman Ellie was dreaming of. You were the woman that Ellie was chasing in the ocean…

You were the woman that she saw when she drowned, and you were the woman that had pulled her onto shore and kissed her when she had barely enough air in her lungs to survive.

You saved her. You saved Ellie’s life.

Ellie stared at you for a long time, and for a moment you realized that this was a bad idea. You realized that you had shaken Ellie up far too much within the passed few days. You belonged in the water, and she belonged on land and you had no right to mess that up.

Ellie almost died because of you, and now you were at her house and you didn’t know why because you were only fucking her life up further.

You were turning around to leave, but Ellie was already up on her feet, towering over you as her large hands grabbed your wrist without another thought.

“You…it’s you. You’re real…you’re fucking real” she mumbles almost mindlessly. You open your mouth to say something, to explain to her what happened and why she did what she did.

But before you can even do that, her lips are on yours.

Because all Ellie can think about now, is how good your lips felt pressed up against hers in her dream, and she wants more of it. Her strong hands grip your naked hips, pulling your wet body so it’s pressed up against her own, and she groans at the feeling of your hardened nipples pressing into her t shirt.

You moan softly, and Ellie is over the moon because not only is your voice just as sweet as it was when you were singing for her, but it’s even sweeter when you’re moaning for her.

And she’s all you’ve ever wanted. From the moment you set eyes on her when you were both children, you knew she was the one for you.

Ellie moans into your mouth, and you’re gently pressing your hands against her chest to push her back towards her bed. The back of her knees hit her bed, forcing her to sit down. She spreads her legs a bit, just enough for you to stand between as you continue kissing her passionately, your hands lacing through her hair and keeping her close to you.

Her hands roam your body, feeling and squeezing your soft skin. She brings them to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before she forces you to straddle her lap. You moan softly, pushing her back to lay down as your body lays on top of hers.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Ellie…” you sigh out, and Ellie doesn’t for a moment wonder how you even know her name, because she’s too caught up with how good you feel against her. It’s like you’re the only thing she’s ever wanted, and she had no idea that she did.

You’re kissing down her body, soft lips pressing against her neck and her chest, pushing to her t shirt so you can kiss her rib cage. You hum once you settle between her legs, tugging at her boxers and leaving her bottom half naked, and Ellie is sure she’s died at this point, because you start lapping at her soaked cunt and she feels like she’s going to cry.

Her bottom lip is tugged between her teeth, and your naked body as dried off from rolling around in her bed. Your soft hands are gripping her thighs and she has to prop herself up on her elbows to watch you, your lips wrapping around her clit and sucking harshly, your skilled tongue eating her up completely.

“Fuuuuck….such a good fuckin’ mouth you’ve got on you baby…that’s it…suck on my fuckin’ clit” she moans out, her voice rasping and dripping with lust. You whine against her, flicking your tongue faster against her clit as your hips desperately rut against her mattress, searching for some sort of friction that you desperately need.

Ellie’s head falls back, and you swear you’ve never seen something prettier. Her lips are red and swollen from all the biting, and her tattooed hand is laced between your hair as she keeps you close, practically grinding onto your face, her abs flexing as she grows closer and closer to her release.

“Fuck yeah…so fuckin pretty with your face between my legs baby…my pretty fuckin girl…fuck I’m gonna fucking cum…you’re gonna make me…ahh fuuuuck” she cries out, her words so filthy they make your cheeks burn red.

You can’t even focus on how vulgar shes being, or the fact that she’s claiming you as her own…as her girl. Because her pussy is weeping onto your tongue and you’re whining into her because you’re realizing that this all was really worth it.

Ellie breaths hard as she watches you between her legs, eyes zeroing in on you as you give her slow and lazy licks, cleaning her up and helping her ride out her orgasm.

Ellie groans, her strong hands reaching down and pulling you up with ease. She has you on her lap again, her lips kissing you slowly and passionately, tongue lapping against your own, keeping you close.

Shes warming you up so much, your insides burning in a way they never have as her tongue works against your own. She lays down, keeping your body pressed against hers. Just as you’re enjoying the kiss, your hips rutting against her own, she’s pushing your body up her own, causing you to frown in confusion.

She pushes you up so your legs are hovering over her mouth, your thighs on either side of her head, and you realize what it is that she’s doing.

Ellie flattens her tongue out onto her chin, gripping your hips and pulling you down so that your soaked core is pressed against her. The second she tastes you she’s groaning, and her strong hands are forcing you to grind down on her wet tongue.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you feel like you’ll explored the second her tongue is working against your pussy.

“Ellieeee….f-feels so good…mmm…h-ahhh! Don’t stop” you moan out for her, your back arching, head hanging back as you roll your hips, your pussy humping against her tongue.

A harsh spank lands on your ass, and Ellie is massaging the skin to soothe the burn her handprint leaves. You moan loudly at the feeling, your eyes opening and looking down. You nearly gasp because Ellie’s eyes sparkle like the ocean, they’re so green and bright and they’re staring up at you like her life depends on it.

And you know you won’t last long.

“Mmmm yeah…right there Ellie…right…there…oh!” You moan loudly, and it’s the last thing you say before your back is arching almost painfully, and you’re cumming all over her tongue.

Ellie moans with you, her own pussy throbbing as she stares up at you. Her hand is gripping your ass and your waist as she forces you to ride her face slow and hard, wanting you to feel every little flick of her tongue that she gives to your cunt.

You whine, and Ellie knows it’s too much. She sighs softly before she pulls you off of her face and back down to lay with her on the bed.

You both lay there in silence, Ellie’s hand tracing small shapes into your naked back as she pulls you close, the both of you tangled up underneath her soft blankets. They smell like sea breeze and pine, and you can’t help but smile as you cuddle into her.

Ellie isn’t sure what to make of the situation. Because the siren that she had been following for the last few days was in her bed, the two of you slowly drifting in and out of sleep as you lazily kiss one another, giggling and laughing together as if you’d know each other for your entire lives, and she doesn’t question it.

Because she feels like she has known you for her entire life. She feels like you’re the missing piece to her puzzle. And everything just feels right when you’re pressed up against her in her bed.

The day goes on that way. The two of you in bed enjoying each others company, and before Ellie even realizes it, the sky is growing darker, and she realizes she’s spent the entire day in bed with you.

Your eyes are closed, and your breathing has evened out and Ellie figures you’ve finally fallen asleep. It doesn’t surprise her since you two had gone many rounds after. She smirks softly to herself at the fact that she’s tired you out.

But she can’t help but frown, because she doesn’t know what any of this means.

She leans in gently, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Please stay…don’t go…” she mumbles, pulling away and eyeing you for a moment longer before she presses another kiss to your lips, pulling you closer and closing her eyes to fall asleep.

And you’re not asleep, once you realize she’s asleep you’re crying, because you know how this has to go, and despite Ellie knowing barely anything about you, she knows too.

The next morning, Ellie wakes up to an empty bed.

She frowns as she gets up, looking around her bedroom before she looks around her house, thinking you might be in her bathroom, or in her shower or her kitchen.

But you’re not, you’re nowhere to be found. And Ellie’s heart sinks.

She knew you’d be gone, she knew deep down that it was all too good to be true. She knew that this was a crazy, fucked up situation that she had almost no power in finding her way around, to keep you there with her, to keep the feeling that you gave her.

When she returns to her bedroom, she finds a note on her bedside table. Written on the front is her name, so neat and delicate she’s sure it must have taken hours for it to be written.

When she opens the letter, she can’t stop herself from frowning once again.

‘My Dearest Ellie.

Im sorry our time together was short, I do wish you and I were more similar. I wish we came from the same worlds, and perhaps we did in another life. One where we were the same and could be together.

I will cherish the times that we had together for the rest of my days, and I do hope you’ll never forget me.

I will always be close by, my dear Ellie. I always have been’

At the end of the note, your name was signed. And Ellie mumbled it so softly, it was as it it were a secret. She frowned softly as her eyes scanned over the note over and over again, and she looked into the envelope again, noticing that it wasn’t empty.

Inside, there was a small pearl necklace. The pearl was in the faint shape of a star, and her thumb traced over the delicate piece of jewelry before she sighed, looking out onto the clam waters, searching for any trace of you.

But she found nothing. You were gone, and you left a small piece of you with her to remind her that it was all real.

That you were real.

͙⁺˚*･༓★

Not a day went by where Ellie didn’t think about you.

Not on the days where she met her father for dinner, not on the days she went on dates with other girls, hell, she even thought about you on her fucking wedding day.

She has continued looking for you for some time, believing that you would one day return to her, and there was some way for you both to be together. But she never found you, she never saw the pretty ripples of silver thrashing through the water again.

She tried moving on. She found a wife, got married, they even had a kid together. A little boy who was Ellie’s clone. He loved the water so much, begged his mom to take him out on her boat early in the mornings before school and in the warm summer afternoons.

But it was all done with you in mind, the pretty siren that had stolen her heart and never returned to give it back. She kept you with her wherever she went, your pearl necklace resting against her collar bones from the day you had left it with her.

Ellie had truly lost hope that you’d never come back, hoping for simply a glimpse of you to remind her of the girl she loved dearly.

It wasn’t until one day that her small son came rushing into the house, tugging on Ellie’s flannel shirt as she washed the dishes, eager to bring her outside….

To see the pretty woman in the sea.

Ellie almost dropped the plates on the floor with how quickly she moved to go outside.

And as soon as she was there, she saw your pretty eyes peeking at her from behind one of the large rocks, giving her a sweet smile and a small wave.

And all she could was wave back, smiling happily as her eyes welled up with tears.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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cowgurrrl · 6 months ago

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Okayyy bear with me, this for our OFTM! What about a celeb who meets actress!reader at some awards or something or they’ve worked together and the pictures turn out so gorgeous and he uploads it with some cheesy lovey dovey caption and it kinda sets Joel off with jealousy and a bigggg green eyed monster. It doesn’t help that Tommy, Ellie, and Sarah start pulling his leg in their fam group chat saying oh wow look at mom with him or something and y’know tommy would pull his leg more to get a reaction out of Joel. And Joel is just alternating between fighting for his life in the chat and fighting for his wife with actress!reader and just comedy and fluffiness????

(also I have one more inspo that I dreamt of sending you in the next one)

OOOOOHHHH LOVE THIS I haven’t played around with jealous joel in SUCH A LONG TIME also I know you weren’t necessary referring them but I immediately thought of Jessica Chastain and Oscar Isaac because I MEAN

ANYWAYS HERE WE GO

Wildflower & Barley

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: ✨multi-media✨, jealousy, life stuff, literally just them being the sweetest couple

You sigh as you read the text. Joel is normally very comfortable in your relationship, unshaken by the various actors and actresses who’ve played your love interests and partners on screen. He shrugs off silly press comments, sits through love scenes remarkably well, and even goes as far as congratulating your costar on a job well done. “Not that it’s hard to pretend to be in love with her,” he said when asked about it in a red carpet interview a few years ago. But, once in a blue moon, he gets jealous and a little insecure. You figure Spencer’s post didn’t help with the little green monster sitting on his shoulder the past few months.

With all your littles in school now, you’re extremely busy. You’re constantly running around from baseball practices, PTA meetings, recitals, doctor’s appointments, birthday parties, and more. Not to mention making time for all the Miller-Hernandez-Caradonna-Pierce grandkids, Isaac, Cecilia, and JJ. Joel’s working on a new album and getting his record label up and running while you’re not only directing and co-producing a smaller film while acting in a different one and getting ready to go on a (limited) press tour. You and Joel haven’t had the most time to catch up, and it feels like you’re passing ships. It’s temporary. You know it is, but it doesn’t feel good to see your costars more than you get to see your husband. You’re almost positive Joel’s jealousy stems from that.

“Hey, you ready to get back to it?” Your co-producer, Ava, asks, jolting you out of your thoughts, and you nod.

“Let’s do it.” You say as you tuck your phone into your back pocket. The day goes relatively smoothly with only one broken prop and an impromptu refresher session with one of your actors and the armorer. You make it a point to end the day early so you can get home and talk to Joel before one of you can fall asleep on the couch (a bad habit you’ve both developed recently), and thank god you did.

The second you open the door, you can smell the delicious dinner Joel is making in the kitchen and hear the music he’s blasting through the Alexa. “Mom!” Sammy yells as he and the girls run over in a flurry of overlapping stories and demands for hugs and kisses. Even though Sam is nine now and on the cusp of thinking he’s too cool for his parents, he’s still your little love bug.

“Mommy, will you come draw with me?” Violet asks and you smile as you tuck a curl behind her ear.

“Of course, baby. Can I go say hi to Daddy first?”

“Fine but hurry!” Violet whines, making you laugh. You hang up your purse by the front door and toe off your shoes, already feeling better with your heels off, and pad into the kitchen. Joel is wearing the apron you got him for Christmas last year that says “Caution: Hot Dad” and made the older girls groan in embarrassment. You laugh when you see it on him, and he quickly turns down the Bee Gees to hear you.

“You’re home early.” He says as he leans down to peck your lips and wrap an arm around your waist. You chase his lips and kiss him again before pulling away to look at him.

“Wanted to catch you before bedtime,” you say, and he hums. “Plus, we’re making good time on production. We can afford to cut a little early.”

“Well, I‘m glad you did.” He says. You can hear the kids in the other room playing loudly and you know Violet is gonna burst in any moment and order you to draw with her so you savor the semi-private moment with him.

“Are we okay?” You ask quietly and he takes a deep breath.

“We’re okay.”

“It’s okay if we’re not.”

“Baby,” he soothes, slipping a hand in your back pocket. “We’re okay, I promise. I just… had a moment.”

“It’s fine to have a moment. I don’t want you to keep that from me just because we’re busy,” you say. “You don’t actually think I’d trade you in for someone else or whatever the fuck Tommy said, right?” He sighs and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Just… please tell me this isn’t like a Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing.” He says. You would laugh if he didn’t seem as upset as he does just because of how bizarre the idea is. How could anyone ever compare to him? How could he even think that you’d leave him like that?

“This isn’t a Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing. Not even close to it. Spencer has been married to his wife longer than we’ve been married and they’re solid. I promise, he just posted that to get people excited about the movie.”

“You’re not wearing your ring in the picture.” He says. You pull the chain hiding under your collar out and show him.

“I was. You just couldn’t see it.”

“How long have you had that?”

“Since we got engaged. You’ve definitely seen it before.” You say, laughing a little at the surprised look on his face.

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that’s why you wore it. I thought you got it as a wrap gift or somethin’.” He defends. It makes sense why he wouldn’t know. You only take the necklace off when it can’t be hidden under the costume, and even then, it’s normally tucked into your pocket or, at the very least, hidden safely in your trailer. It’s a part of your routine to put your ring back on at the end of a shooting day or between breaks to help you transition back into your real life, which means Joel only sees it after it’s returned to its rightful spot. Even the few times he’s been on set filming something with you, you’ve been so busy that he didn’t have time to notice it.

“Good to know I can still surprise you all these years later,” you say. He only looks a little embarrassed when he reaches around you to turn off the stove. The kids are, thankfully, still occupied, and you take the opportunity before it can slip away. “Joel, I adore you. I am still as helplessly in love with you as I was when we were in New York for the first time. There isn’t anybody else for me, okay? It’s you. It’s always gonna be you. So you don’t need to worry about costars or living Brangelina or whatever because you are it for me.” He works at his jaw as he processes your words, and you wait. Joel’s mind has always been an elusive one, so you like watching his gears turn.

“Okay,” he mumbles finally. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. You just have to tell me when you’re feeling this way,” you say, kissing his jaw. “Besides, if you’d said something earlier, I would’ve been able to tell you that you’re a much better kisser than Spencer.”

“I was just gettin’ over the post, and now I have to watch y’all kiss?!” He groans dramatically, and you laugh.

“You’re the one who married an actor.”

“And I’d do it again.” He says as he kisses you, crowding your space so you’re stuck between him and the counter. It’s broken between giggles and kitchen timers beeping but it isn’t until Violet tugs at your shirt do you fully break away from Joel.

“Mommy, you said you would come draw with me.” She pouts, and you immediately drop down to her level.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I did say that. Daddy just had a hard day so I was trying to cheer him up. I can come draw with you now.” You explain, and she gasps, looking between you and Joel.

“Daddy!” She exclaims, putting her hands on her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having a bad day?”

“Because it’s not your job to fix Daddy’s day.”

“But I want to! Can I give you a kiss?”

“I wanna give Daddy a kiss!” Sophia runs in, launching herself into Joel’s arms. He scoops both girls up and kiss his cheeks simultaneously, making you both laugh.

“Thank you, girls. You always make me feel better.” He says, and they giggle.

“What about Mom?” Sam asks. He’s too big and too tall for you to pick him up anymore, but he snuggles perfectly under your arm and squeezes you tight.

“You’re so sweet, honey. Thank you.” You say, kissing his head.

“Are you better now?”

“So much better.”

“Daddy, are you better?” Violet asks. Joel meets your eyes over the heads of the kids and smiles. It’s sweet and just for you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“I’m perfect.”

#one for the money two for the show #oftm #oftm family #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #joel miller fluff #joel miller #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #tlou fic #tlou fluff #the last of us fluff #joel miller angst #dad!joel miller

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starrybl1ss · 11 months ago

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Enchanting secrets ✧˖°.

★senior/quidditch captain/slytherin!ellie williams x senior/gryffindor!reader ★warnings: making out lol, swearing, (smut in part 2 that is complete link below) ★inspo: so basically yk the drarry ships?? this is kinda basically it but with ellie & reader and the hogwarts!ellie headcannons ★please read! harry potter fans please don't come at me because the timeline of this fic is probably not accurate from the books and movies. and yes, i did watch the movie but im not really in the fandom that much so i did as much as researching as i could.

Hogwarts has been a big journey for you and all the wacky magical things happening. as now you are in senior year, the last year in hogwarts, after that you'll have do the N.E.W.T.s test that is known to be increadibly difficult.

Your really nervous, luckly your friend, Dina is a fellow gryffindor as well. And she's a smart student.

You really want to do well in the test. magic isn't as easy as flickering a wand in the air and boom! your a frog. Its much more complex than that. theory or practice, its hard.

Your now in the library with Dina, studying your ass off. its quite stressful with all the subjects.

Tomorrow is the quidditch match. your house versus slytherin. you can't wait to watch it. its always so much fun watching quidditch. you never really liked playing quidditch since it all looks so exhausting and dangerous, not like hogwarts is not itself. but you rather focus on your studies.

"Dina, im going back. real tired. you coming?" you ask the black haired girl. "Yeah all go back after its actually time for students to get back and sleep" she replied. "Cya" you left the library grabbing your books.

You walk all along the school corridors and went on the anoyying stairs that always move to a different place. its still quite busy. but only with all the seniors. running up and down.

You suddenly bump into someone. an auburn haired girl making you drop your book. "shit, sorry let me get them for you" she bent down to your knees grabbing the books you dropped.

The girl hands out the books back to you. "thanks... ellie?" you thank her while a bit skeptical if thats her name. "no problem" she replied and continues walking down the stairs.

You were right, Ellie williams. captain of the slytherin quidditch team. You see her a lot. she's a big deal. the some what 'anoyying' quidditch captain that always makes their team win in quidditch the past years shes been in hogwarts.

You continue walking up the stairs towards the 'fat lady' painting. You stood infront of the painting. "fibbertigibbet" you said as the painting opened and you step in.

Your basically the first senior to enter since everybody was busy studying while you cant take it anymore. you were too sleepy. so you changed in to your pyjamas and went to bed

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Your sleep was interrupted by Dina. "wake upppp, it's already time for brekfast!" she shook your unconcious body. you quicky open your eyes and saw that it is perfectly 7.30 in the morning.

Your sleep felt so quick. "wait up, im gonna get dress" you got up and dressed up as Dina waited in the common room.

"Let's go Deen" you went outside the gryffindor house and quickly went down the stairs to the great hall where brekfast is served until around 8.

You went ahead and sat down and grabbed the food you wanted. chicken, again. your kind of obsessed with eating chicken by now.

You glaired at the slytherin table where you saw, ellie williams again. for some reason, since you two bumped to eachother on the stairs, you couldnt seem to get her of your mind.

Dina waved her hand infront of your face trying to stop you from zoning out and daydreaming too much. "who's the lucky guy your gonna take to dance after the exam?" Dina looks at you hoping you already have a guy to take out to the last senior prom.

"Oh uh, dunno" you slightly shook your head. "who we're you looking at anyways?" she asks curiously. "no one, just uhh.. someone that helped me grab my books when we bumped into eachother last night"

"see? i dont think thats a 'no one' after all! who is it?" she shook your shoulder excitedly. "a girl... you know? slytherin's quidditch captain?" you said nervously.

"are you kidding? ellie? you mean ellie williams? she's bad news!-" Dina said out loudly as you stopped her to make her a little more quite since there was a lot of people looking at you two.

"My god, she's so anoyying! she's our rival y/n!" she looks at you. "i knowww, but-" you stopped talking trying to think what to say next.

"but what? okay, i could quickly find you a good looking, smart, green flag gryffindor guy in a minute! it'll be easy, almost every gryffindor wants you. not to meantion, a lot of other boys from other houses would want you"

"i'll just worry about it later, whats the point of having a 'guy' that wants you but you don't want them anyways?"

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You couln't focus the whole time in potions. you kept having your eyes on ellie making it difficult. you exited the class and went towards the bathroom to wash your face.

You went inside hearing someone crying and ofcourse it is moaning myrtle. the ghost who haunts the girls bathroom.

You saw another girl infront of the sink. you got closer and it was ellie. god, you meet her everywhere. you went to the sink next to her as you turned on the faucet.

Ellie looks at you "hey, never really catched your name last night" slightly tilting her head. "I- im- uh, y/n" you introduced yourself.

"nice meeting you"

"y-you too!" you said nervously.

"whats your next class y/n?" god, she said your name making you blush a little. suprised that she brought up a conversation. "defence againts the dark arts" you replied.

She looks at you while not sayying a thing. just admiring your face making your heart skip a beat. you couldn't handle the tension anymore.

"i should get to clas-" you stepped a bit further from her but she grabbed your left arm. "the teacher wouldn't mind you being late right?" she said teasingly.

"y-yeah he wouldn't min-" suddenly ellie pulls you in a kiss. fuck, you didn't know this would happen so quickly. you kissed her back. her hands on your waist.

"c-can we a go somewhere a little more private? Just incase...-" ellie grabs you and puts you two in one of the stalls locking the door from behind.

She pins you to the door and started giving you hickeys on your neck with you letting out choked up moans as she lifts up your sweater.

You hear someone sniffing, moaning myrtle. "Looks like things are getting a little too spicy in here. you stupid kids forgot i haunt this place? Jeez, get out!"

Shit, you totally forgot about her being her- fuck! Your missing out on professor lupin's class!

"El- ellie im missing class i should go-" you push her back a little. "See you after the match?" You nod as you went outside the stall

You ran around the corridor. 14 minutes late into proffesor lupin's class. luckly it was him teaching so he didn't make a fuss about you being late and you just said you were in the bathroom constapated as hell and he led that slide without you telling him you hooked up with the slytherin quidditch captain.

"were you that constipated? your lucky proffesor lupin isn't absent or you'd be in hell!" Dina did made a fuss about it.

You rolled your eyes and continued writing in your notebook.

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This evening the weather is perfect. Not too hot, a bit cloudy but no sign of rain. The quidditch match had begun 15 minutes ago.

Slytherin are currently in the lead. Brooms going back and forth in lightning speed.

You could care less about the match, you were drunk in love admiring ellie on her broomstick. She was your house biggest rival!

Your mouth accidently slipped "Go ell-!" Dina looks at you confused. "Shes our rival! Snap out of it!" You stayed silent gazing at ellie like your some dumb 12 year old thats so drunkly inlove.

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The match has ended with slytherin, again. everybody went back inside the school corridor as the slytherin kids all cheered for ellie and her team.

you were completely starstruck by her. shes so... mesmorizing its driving you insane.

suddenly you felt someones arm touching yours in the crowd. you looked at your left to see... ew! its that icky popular gryffindor guy that cant seem to get your hands off you.

"hey, i was wondering if you'd want to come to the dance with m-" you cut off his words. "sorry, fully booked" you tilt your head with a smug face.

You were lying, theres been a lot of guys asking you but you just rejected all of them.

You walked away from him without looking back. as the corridor got a little less hectic, ellie approaches you. "hey, about that..." she stopped. "would you go to the yule ball with me after the exam? any chance? you already got someone... dont you?"

You giggled "i don't, ellie" you smile. she smiled back at you and pulled you in for a kiss infront of people including dina.

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★read please!

HIIII soooo its donee, sorry if i misspelt stuff. ik the pole i did alotta people voted for smut but i wanted this one to be clean???? so if you want to read the next part (that has smut) you can read it here!

lmk if you wanna see the yule ball part after the n.e.w.t.s!

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #ellie x reader #hogwarts!ellie #hogwarts #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin!ellie

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finalgirllx · 11 days ago

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I’m thinking about Ellie’s thighs wrapped around your neck locking you in a headlock to keep your tongue flat on her clit

the way i BLUSHED

now im fucking chewing on cardboard level feral soo thank you

inspo for writing too

#ellie williams #hxrny on main #finalgirllx anons #finalgirllx asks

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elsweetheart · 2 years ago

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no bc.. the way u write ellie but esp dealer! ellie.. pls i need something ab her meeting shy! reader for the first time. like imagine reader at a party and she doesn't smoke and ellie notices her and shes just like.. yep shes mine. aka dealer! ellie becoming fixated on a girl she sees

hello dealer!ellie inspo 😻 drugs + alcohol mentions below

this is almost like a prequel to the first dealer!ellie hcs i wrote ? it was briefly mentioned they had a few interactions so this is just the first one they ever had :)

have to have you— dealer!ellie prequel

🎀 a prequel to my other dealer!ellie fics! the ending got cut off and tumblr won’t fix the glitch so i’m sorry it ends abruptly :((((

* you didn’t even really wanna come to the party, that’s not why you were in college. you knew it sounded lame, but up until this moment you had been more invested in spending your time at the library, joining societies and having thrilling debates in your classes. a girl on your floor had pretty much adopted you, seeing how quiet and sweet you were. she felt you were wasting your potential, as she so kindly put — so she managed to convince you to tag along.

* you ended up exactly where you thought you would, against the wall in a huddle of girls that weren’t quite including you. it’s not like you hadn’t tried, but they were all so familiar with each other you found it difficult to edge your two-cents into the conversation. you gave up, excusing yourself and wandering over to the drinks table for a refill. you took the ladle out from the punch bowl and a voice stopped you. “i wouldn’t drink that, i just saw some frat-douche itch his sack and then stick his finger in there.”

* you turned to look at the girl and was taken aback by how attractive she was. you felt like you’d seen her before, you must have done — you don’t forget s face like that. an eyebrow slit, freckles across her cheeks and gorgeous green eyes, all features that made it hard to forget someone. ellie had been watching you since you’d entered however, how couldn’t she? you were gorgeous, and whilst she’d definitely seen you entering her building she’d never seen you at a party before.

* “oh… thanks for letting me know.” you pursed your lips, placing the ladle back in the bowl. you cursed yourself inwardly for being so awkward but she didn’t seem to mind, turning her body fully towards you with intrigue.

* “you don’t really come to these things do you?” she conversed as you picked up a bottle, pouring some into your cup. you smiled this time, looking down at the red solo in your hands and shrugged. “is it that obvious?” you cringed. her smile only grew as she stepped the tiniest bit closer so she could be heard over the music.

* “trust me, i wouldn’t choose to be here. i’m sure you’ve realised by now you’re not missing out on much.” she smirked, gazing out across the party. “i’m ellie, by the way.” she turned to you, holding out her hand.

* you spoke your name with a shy smile and shook her hand, it was warm and bigger than yours and she squeezed it in a friendly way before pulling away slowly, fingers lingering against eachothers for a moment before dropping. “you smoke?” she was almost certain you didn’t, just from your general demeanour. ellie was excellent at reading people, and when you shook your head in embarrassment she was proven correct. “no? good. that shit is bad for your teeth.”

* ellie seemed to be an excellent conversationalist and you panicked, realising you were giving her nothing to work with. “you…have freckles.” you blurt out, face scrunching up slightly after you did. she sensed the gay panic coming off you and stared dumbfounded for a moment before laughing. whilst you were embarrassed, it wasn’t a mean laugh in the slightest. infact it made you feel more comfortable and you chuckled too. “i mean, yeah i definitely do. great observation.” she chuckled.

* you rectified your mistake. “i was meant to say i like them.” you avoided her eyes for a moment before peaking up at her, seeing the smile morph more into a smirk as her eyes danced around your face. “thanks.” she accepted, a little softer. “my freckles like you too.”

* you giggled, before your friend was calling you back over. you reluctantly excused yourself from ellie, who watched you as you trailed off. you were a shy, quiet, good girl. ellie had to have you.

* “there you are! you get us any good shit?” jennifer, who had brought you to the party looked you over, looking to see if you were holding anything. “huh?”

* she looked at you obviously. “ellie? our dealer, everyone’s dealer? what she give you?” the circle of girls looked at you expectedly and you turned and looked over your shoulder a little embarrassed, ellie looking away when she saw you look. “oh…we were just talking.” you watched the circle of girls faces drop in disappointment. jennifer laughed in confusion.

* “you’re telling me ellie didn’t try and sell to you? that girl is like a walking billboard for her shit, i’ve never spoken to her about anything but weed, c’mon — hey ellie!” she called out, capturing the taller girls attention, eyes a little wide.

* she dragged you over there by the wrist and you felt your face burning hot, terrified over what she was about to say. “you not gonna hook us up tonight?”

* ellie crossed her arms over her chest. she came across friendly, but not overly as she seemed a little irritated with jennifer’s loud mouth. “was i meant to read your mind?” she sarked.

* “shush, look i’ll trade you one pretty girl for a gram for me and my girlies.” she placed her hands on your shoulders and thrust you playfully towards ellie slightly making you flush even more, eyes wide and apologetic. ellie chuckled awkwardly, patting her pocket down for a little ziplock baggie, checking if she had one as she’d already sold a few tonight. she looked around the room before nodding towards the patio door. “patio.” she instructed as jennifer and her other nameless friend whooped and shimmied out towards the sliding door.

* before ellie went to follow she turned to you, placing a hand gently on your elbow. “was nice to meet you, don’t let jennifer push you around, yeah?” she nodded and you nodded back at her with doe eyes, her heart softening at this before she followed the two clients out onto the patio, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and a new crush.

#dealer!ellie #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams prompt #ellie tlou2 hcs #ellie williams fluff

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neptune-writez · 1 year ago

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be my gf!!

ellie is head over heels for reader, but she isn't quite sure if they reciprocate her feelings back. reader is ellie's bsf, heavy pining, lovergirl ellie!

might do a part 2 since this is js a little blurb 🤭

inspired by kahlopatra aaa they r my babies!! i love their dynamic sm i decided to write a small fic abt it with ellie ^_^ main inspo:

ellie's hands were starting to get sweaty, and her eyes shifted uncomfortably from your eyes to your lips. she tried to make it seem like a casual glance, but she was failing miserably. you didn't seem to notice it though.

a part of her wished, begged for you to notice her staring, and bring it up. she wished that you would acknowledge her feelings and stop torturing her. oh, it hurt so bad.

the more logical ellie refrained from thinking that way. this wasn't a fairy tale and you would most likely reject her anyway. what was there to expect?

both sides of her were constantly at war, jumbling up her senses. all she could think about was you, you, you. you were so divine, stunning, majestic, and ellie? ellie was just ellie, and being your best friend was already a wish come true. self-loathing was just something ellie couldn't quite get rid of.

"ellie? are you even listening?" you snapped, bringing her back to her senses. you inched your face closer to hers, so that if you moved an inch closer, your lips would meet. ellie froze, her face instantly burning up. thank god it was dark in here, or she would never live it down.

"sorry, i was.. thinking about something."

"and what could be more important than your best friend? mhm?" you joked, grinning.

"nothing," ellie answered with sincerity. she did mean it, nothing could ever compare to you, "my eyes are only for you."

she couldn't quite see your expression, but she could hear your smile through your voice. even if she couldn't be your girlfriend, this was already good enough for her.

"awh, that's awfully sweet els," you said, sitting next to her on the bed.

"so, what were you talking about earlier on?" ellie questioned, putting her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

you stared at her, not cutting eye contact. "i'm hosting a party at my house tomorrow, could you come?"

she snorted, looking away, smiling so hard she feared her face might split in half. eye contact made her go weak in the knees, especially with you. "of course, i don't have anything to do anyway. i'll be there."

'great!', you said, suddenly standing up. 'It's late now, I have to get back before my mom goes batshit crazy,' you joked, picking up your jacket that was hanging from ellie's gaming chair.

'what, can't you like, tell her you're staying over?' ellie asked. it came off as a joke but ellie was serious. she couldn't mind. 'pretty sure she knows me n'all, y'know.'

'ellie, what am i supposed to wear? your glow-in-the-light boxers?' you stifled a giggle. before ellie could even retort back, you were out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

'i mean.. that could work..' she mumbled to herself, staring at the you-shaped hole you left on her bed.

ellie was so in love with you that she couldn't even care less about what you wore. hell, she probably preferred you with no clothes on. those curves on display, thinking of that basically made her mouth water. of course, she would never say that out loud. but sometimes the thought of that did seem interesting.

#tulip:writings #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us ii #the last of us imagines #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou #tlou2 x reader #the last of us x reader #tlou fic

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romanarose · 1 year ago

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Kiss It Better

Joel Miller x gn!pregnant!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summery: You catch Joel staring the scar on this forehead.

Warnings: Mention of suicide attempt and child death

short lil dabble from last minute inspo

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Life was good these days. Tommy said he hadn't seen Joel this happy in 20 years; you had a good life together. You and Joel were happy together, you were parental figures to Ellie and now had a little one on the way. As a family, you frequently spent time with Tommy and Maria and their two kids; Tommy was a fun uncle, to be sure, always showing Ellie the new guns and gadgets he got or made. In fact, all of you were on your way over to their house for dinner now. Yeah, everything was good, you and Joel were happy.

Joel was in the bathroom washing hands before you head out, and you wabble over to the bathroom to ask him for a hand down the stairs. At 8 months, you were a little off balance and didn't want to risk a fall.

"Hey sweetie, can you-"

He tries to hide it but you saw him, leaned into the mirror and poking at his scar on his forehead.

"Oh, hey darl'n, you ready to head down?" Joel tried to act as if it hadn't happened.

"What were you doing, baby?"

Joel sighed, realizing he'd been caught. "Noth'n I was just... hope'n it'd faded way by now."

You feel your shoulders droop as your head leans over. "Sweetheart... It's been 20 years, don't think it's going to fade away any more."

"I know." He wouldn't look at you as he began cleaning up his beard trimmings.

Carefully, you approach him. “What are you worried about, Joel?"

He signs, fidgeting with the faucet. "The baby. I just don't know how I'm gonna explain something like that. Don't want 'em think'n I'm weak or can't protect them because of it."

No wonder he'd be acting strange. You take his hand and guide him to your bed so you can sit him down. Still holding his hand, you catch his sad eyes. "You got nothing to be ashamed of. You lost your daughter, baby. That's enough to make anyone want to end it, with or without the world ending around you. But you survived it, and you survived the next twenty year. You pulled together for your brother, for Ellie, for me-" You place his hand over your large stomach. "And you'll do it for the baby. Know why? Because you are a protector at heart. You are a protector, a provider, a good man, and the love of my life."

Joel nodded, but looked unconvinced. "With Ellie it was... different. She needed to hear it, to hear the real story... after everything she'd been through, you know? I just don't know how to talk about that sort of thing."

"You don't have to." You assure him. "We can just say someone shot and missed, I can talk to them if you'd like. It's your story to tell. We can only hope that baby never knows the loss that you, me and Ellie have... but we still live in this world gone mad. Whatever happens, they'll know how strong their parents are. They'll know they have a sister, and one in heaven. A sister their dad and uncle loved so dearly they did everything in their power to save her. They'll know how much their dad and uncle loved each other and how for years they were all they had. They'll know about Tess, Frank, Bill, Reilly, and everyone who made up a family when everything had fallen apart. And they'll know, more than anything," You bring his hardened, calloused hands up to your lips for a kiss, locking in with Joel's watery eyes. "That their family loves them, and will do everything to keep them safe and happy."

Joel closed his eyes tightly, attempted to hide back tears but one escaped. "Thank you baby, that means a lot." He wipes back the wetness with his flannel and stands, aiding you in rising. Joel doesn't let go, arms wrapped around you, and you kiss his temple right where his scar is.

"I love you, Joel Miller. Every part of you."

The moment was broken by Ellie yelling up the stairs that you two are taking too long and she was walking over to Tommy's. He was fixing up an old motorcycle and she wanted to learn.

You smile and laugh as the door opens and shuts, Joel carefully aiding you down the stairs.

Joel Miller loved you, he loved his brother, his sister in law, his daughter, his niece and nephew and he loved that little life growing inside you, and you knew he'd do whatever it took to protect the life he had now, including taking care of himself.

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I don't write a whole lot of Joel here I know, but I do have some of him on my masterlist here, but if you like how I write Joel and you like dark fics, yo may like @romana-after-dark bc I got quite a bit of dark!Joel there, including a new Handmaid's Tale AU!

@fandxmslxt69 @k-ra @whatthefishh @campingwiththecharmings @ahookedheroespureheart @littlenosoul @runa-falls @stevenandmarcslove @scarletthefierce @pikapuff-316 @del-ightfulling

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #fem reader #tlou hbo #joel tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo

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wildemaven · 1 year ago

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fall apart, again : chapter one | joel miller

Pairing: Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x OFC!Genevieve

WC: 5k

Warnings: 18+ Blog; Heavy on the Angst, post-outbreak world, no specific age mentioned but reader is close in age to Joel, minor character death, Ellie and her smart mouth, leaving the rest to read at your own risk to not spoil things, reader has a name but there are zero references to her appearance/she’s a blank slate character, 2nd POV, this is way AU so can be read as Game Joel or TV Joel

A/N: I’ve been so excited and nervous for this series. I don’t have a timeline for posting with this one, just going to take my time with it. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to me wrack my brain over this series and for being my second set of eyes!! Please go check out her new Dieter Series!!!

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Spring was slowly transitioning into the next season.

Bright fragrant blooms wilting away into the dry soil from where they were born— a poetic reminder of the time.

21 Summers.

21 years of surviving.

Enduring.

Remembering— the normal life before the outbreak that you mourn daily.

A giant Bur Oak lends itself to you, branches providing ample shade as you sit resting against its sturdy trunk, the ground cool beneath where you sit.

The harsh sunlight filters through the tree’s canopy, a warm dapple light speckled all around you.

There’s a gentle flicker to your left that catches your attention, a single light-ray hits the small diamond on your dainty gold band where it sits heavy on your ring finger. You hold your hand up, remembering back to when you both had found it, he had immediately dropped to his knee— it wasn’t much, but it was perfect.

“I give you this ring as a reminder that we face this world together. We’re an unbreakable team.”

Even after all these years and the circumstances of the world around you, it’s a vow you stand by.

Branches above rustle and crack as a breeze sweeps through, the edges of the paper that is resting on a book in your lap fold over with each small gust, drawing your attention back to the words you’ve written.

…We passed what looked like it was a small farm at one point. It made me yearn for normalcy. Where we could settle into the small farmhouse, drink our morning coffee on the wraparound porch while we watch the sun rise. Have all the animals that would give a homestead atmosphere. A coup of chickens where we would gather eggs daily, a flock of sheep and goats for milk, and a small herd of cows— because what’s a farm without some cows I can give silly names to.

We’d raise a family in that farmhouse— lots of babies running around to wrangle. Breakfast of pancakes and fresh eggs, all of us together around our table, then tucking them all in at night after we’ve read them several stories.

We’d lay in each other’s arms as the crickets sing their chirping songs. A breeze washing over us through the open windows, the evening air lighter and crisp as the night fades and our worn bodies succumb to sleep.

There wouldn’t be heartache or sadness. No fighting or stressing over jobs. We’d be happy. We’d be together…

“Eve! Let’s get goin’— we only got a few more hours of light left. Should be at the cabin before sundown.” The thick Texas twang breaks through your thoughts.

Steve standing off in the distance, his blonde hair disheveled and wind blown as he looks back to where you’re tucked under the tree.

He’s handsome in his own right, not someone you would have ever found yourself with in different circumstances, but now you wouldn’t know how to function without him.

A chance meeting the day of the outbreak had brought the two of you together.

You were working as a traveling nurse at a hospital 4 hours from where you lived, instantly going into crisis mode as lead of the trauma response team, the ER quickly overwhelmed with patients seeking treatment for bites or flu-like symptoms— it was unlike anything you had ever seen before in all your years as a nurse.

Steve, a retired detective, was on vacation with his wife visiting a friend before the initial outbreak happened. The morning of, he’d gone on a duck hunting trip, while his wife went to breakfast with some girlfriends at a local Waffle House. He had brought her into your ER when he noticed she was acting strangely, similar to the symptoms the news was reporting as a widespread epidemic. Her outcome was not hopeful as you did your best to administer vials of antibiotics and fluids, the infection moving through her was beyond anything you could treat.

It was Steve who made the call to abandon his wife and the hospital and the realization hit fairly quickly that there was less you could actually do to help others.

Fleeing the area, seeking solace in one another as you both navigated through quarantine zones— searching for familiarity in your former hometown, only to be met with decimation and nothingness.

Steve’s way around a gun helped keep you safe when evading FEDRA, the nursing kit you put together came in handy when stitching him up between shootouts and fighting off the infected— this was now your new normal.

As the years progressed, you both found contentment with each other. Security gave way to a sense of comfort and revival, falling into a deeper connection beyond two people surviving a post outbreak apocalypse— if you were going to be in each other’s lives, you might as well be fully committed.

“Eve! Pack your shit up— let’s go!” He spits out a little harsher, no real malice behind his tone— he likes to stick to his schedule.

You don't respond, folding your letter carefully then tucking all of your items into your canvas pack. Standing to your full height, you give your legs a minute to let the blood reacquaint fully, your hands brushing the bits of dust and weeds from your pants.

You hear Steve continue his huffing, as you make your way closer to where he’s standing.

“I thought I told you to knock it off with those pointless letters!” He gruffs, hands secure at his hips and his head cocked to the side, hoping to catch your gaze.

Your letters. They had become a loose journal, your stream of thoughts you needed to get out so you were not plagued by the pain and anxiety that came with them whirling around your brain.

Letters to your past, letters to a new life that awaits you and sometimes to no one at all— you wrote about your travels, things you missed or longed for now, hope for the future.

They were too much to keep, pages and pages filled with your words and stories, some containing memories too painful to read or share, a weight you didn’t want to carry, so you scattered them throughout your travels. In the last 21 years, you’ve written hundreds of them, dropping them in abandoned mailboxes, or tucked away in the abandoned spaces you’d settled into in passing, as if to send them to whomever you were writing to— leaving a trail of your life across cities and states.

“And I thought I told you to stop calling me Eve— guess we don’t always get what we want?” You had asked him multiple times over the years to not call you Eve, that was your former life and you hated the reminder, but you know he doesn’t do it out of spite.

The gravel crunches under your boots as you walk past, not looking to argue with him in the heat of the sun.

Steve’s hand reaches out clasping around yours, halting your movements, his eyes fixed on you, furrowed brows as if he wants to say something.

“Hey— Ya know I love you, right?” He sighs, his fingers toying with the gold band on your ring finger.

You look to where your hands are joined, the twisting of the gold band a small gesture of his when things get tough or tense, you smile when you meet his gaze again.

“I know.” You do know, and you feel it too. “Come on, we’ve only got a few hours of light left.” He shakes his head, but gives you a smile at the way you throw his comment back at him.

It had been close to 2 hours of walking, nearly dark, by the time you both made it to the cabin, nestled among dozens of other abandoned cabins on the hillside of an old ski resort.

You imagine it was a popular spot in its prime, filled with families taking their kids on their first snow trips, friends racing each other down the slopes, non-skiers enjoying warm beverages in the lodge while everyone else enjoyed the snowy weather.

Now desolate and forgotten, a stop for raiders on the hunt for supplies and hostages or survivors seeking refuge in search of a town just north of here, Jackson.

Steve had managed to trade for a hand-held CB radio early on, he kept tabs on chatter that happened among FEDRA, staying one step ahead of their whereabouts. At some point he had stumbled upon private channels used by other survivors, he didn’t talk much about what they discussed with you, it was his realm of expertise and a small thing that was just his, so you didn’t push him to share more than what he was willing to.

It was a year ago he had connected with someone and heard about Jackson. There was an offer for a place for a fresh start, a community of other survivors, somewhere to feel safe and comfortable without fear of being attacked, placed in solitary confinement, killed— or infected. Steve decided it was where you both were meant to be, hashing out a plan and specific route on his tattered map, making sure to stay in constant contact with this person in Jackson as you both traveled.

Venturing further into the resort, you both settled on the lesser marred of the dilapidated cabins.

“I’m gonna check the perimeter, you go on inside— check each room first, I’ll be right in. But remember, if I’m not back in ten minutes, you don’t come looking for me— you wait until morning and you head over that mountain, under no circumstances do you leave that cabin before sunrise.” Steve instructed, his hands on your shoulders reassuring the doubt he can see written all over your face.

“Steve— W-what if, there’s something inside—“ Your voice is barely a whisper, nervousness creeping in as your hands grip onto Steve’s wrists that have moved to cup your face, his thumbs smoothing across the apples of your cheeks.

“We’ve done this a million times before, I know you can do it— I wouldn’t send you in there if I didn’t think you were capable, you’ll be fine. Just think, this is the last time we have to do this. Then it’s you and me, in Jackson, together and safe— ‘kay?” His direct eye contact really drives home the message— together and safe.

“Okay.”

“I love you, go be brave.” Romantic and encouraging as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you— be safe, please.”

“Always.” He shoots a wink with his mustached smile, a few slow steps backwards then turning to make his way up the backside of the cabin, pulling the butt of his rifle close to his chest, hunched and scanning every inch of the surrounding area.

The cabin would seem warm and inviting if the possibility of a Clicker behind the door wasn’t a high probability.

Armed with the knife Steve insisted you keep on you at all times, your refusal at his request for you to carry a gun, you make your way up the front steps.

Each move was slow and calculated, the wood beneath your boots wobbled and creaked the closer you got to the front door. The handle is cold to the touch as you twist it open, pushing the door with a little extra effort to unstick it from the doorframe.

It’s dark and musty, uninhabited by the living and anything beyond that at first glance. Dust and cobwebs cover every surface, pictures still mounted on the walls slightly hanging uneven. A floral couch with two side chairs still arranged in an inviting way, waiting to be enjoyed during a long conversation. The kitchen was small but large enough that it still would have been possible to whip up a hearty meal over the stove, then gather at the tiny table to enjoy the meal and dessert.

You’re grateful the floor plan is an open space, no immediate threat to you upon entering.

There’s only two doors, which you assume hide a bathroom and a bedroom.

The first door reveals nothing but a sink, toilet and shower-tub combo— you’re looking forward to a hot shower when you get to Jackson.

You stare at the closed remaining door, the handle of the knife twisting in your hand as you prepare yourself, not really feeling like you have it in you to take out anything that might be waiting for you on the other side.

A deep breath in, reaching for the the handle you give it a quick jiggle announcing your presence, twist and a quick swing open— a queen size bed draped in outdated sheets, bedside tables with lamps covered in a layer of dust, a dresser opposite the bed with a giant mirror hanging above it.

Empty.

Relief washing away the dread.

Stepping into the room, you toss your pack and knife onto the dresser before finding a seat at the end of the bed, the mattress shifting under you, the springs groan as you settle into a comfortable spot.

You’re not sure how much time has passed since you entered the house, noting it’s been a while since you had heard or seen anything from Steve, but knowing he likes to be thorough, you’re hoping he makes his way through the front door soon.

The moon has crept into the night sky, shining through the small bedroom window, illuminating the reflection staring back at you.

Sometimes you forget how long it’s been since you’ve seen what you really look like. While it’s you that you’re staring at in the mirror, you feel slightly unrecognizable to yourself— aged by 21 years in every sense, tired and worn down by the state of the world and lack of sleep.

Your fingers lightly trace over your skin, taking in every detail, rediscovering every angle of your appearance— the old characteristics blending into the new ones.

A yawn escapes you, remembering what Steve had said about not leaving, you decide to get yourself comfortable in bed and wait for him.

Kicking your boots off, you crawl up the length of the bed, plopping your head down onto the stack of lumpy pillows, your mind wandering as you run through all the scenarios as to why Steve hasn’t returned yet, debating whether you should go take a look outside or listen and wait for morning— scared of what you might find waiting for you.

Your eyelids begin a heavy blink, struggling to remain open and alert, your breathing evening out as your body relaxes into the mattress, sleep consuming your mind.

Warmth surrounds you, the bed dipping and creaking pulls you from your sleep, immediate panic bursts in your chest as your eyes shoot open, your vision blurred as you seek out the movement of a shadowy figure behind you.

“Hey, hey it’s okay— it’s just me.”

“Steve?!” Turning your body to lay facing him, your hands fisting his shirt, scanning his face for any sign of distress or discomfort. “What took you so long?”

“I’m fine.” Placing a hand over one of yours that’s settled on his chest. “Decided to wait a bit, just to be sure nothin’ was out there— I’m sorry.” His hand moves to the base of your neck, his forehead resting against yours.

“S’okay.”

“No— I’m sorry for callin’ your letters pointless earlier. I know how much they mean to you. I just—“ He releases a heavy sigh, voice quivering as he avoids eye contact with you.

“What— what’s the matter?” You sense there’s something Steve’s not telling you.

“Nothin’s the matter. I just worry about what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours— you shut down on me and I just wish you’d let me help you carry the burden.” His gaze moves back to yours. “Promise me, when we get to Jackson, you don’t let your thoughts weigh you down any longer— promise me you’ll let yourself be happy there.”

“I p-promise.” You say, brushing the blonde strands of hair off of his forehead. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.”

“Nah, I was pushin’ your buttons— I deserved it.” You both laugh at his response.

Steve leans into your space, his lips slotting over yours, it’s angled and slow, his grip on your neck still steady as the kiss begins to deepen. Throwing your leg over his hip, canting against the sturdiness of his thigh, seeking out some sort of friction to relieve the building ache between your legs.

But before things are about progress, Steve’s pulling away from your mouth, slowing the roll of your hips with his hand.

“We should get some sleep— we’ve got close to a 3, maybe 4 hour walk tomorrow, we need to get all the rest we can get.”

“Y-yeah, of course.” Your response is breathy, a slight pang in your chest at his soft rejection, questioning whether you had been too harsh towards him earlier in the day— but your body could use the rest.

Adjusting yourself, you turn away from Steve, his large arm wrapping around and pulling you closer to him. Your back now against his firm chest, each one of your tense muscles slowly relaxing into him and his warmth.

Thoughts of a new start in Jackson flood your mind as you drift off into a deep sleep. A chance at a better life, where Steve and you can settle into normalcy together. Retire from the constant fear and panic of daily survival out in the open. The taste of prosperity and the sense of peace, an almost tangible reality for the two of you.

Steve senses sleep has set in for you, the ease of your regulated breathing paired with your gentle snores. He nestles himself into the crook of your neck, his fingers instinctively migrate to your ring smoothing over the cool metal, his thick whiskers tickle lightly at your skin as he whispers reserved confessions into the balmy. A gentle kiss to your shoulder before allowing himself to fully breathe easy, deciding to keep a watchful eye throughout the night.

“You’ll be happier Genevieve, I promise.”

The sun is in its full glory once you both set out on the last stretch of your journey over the mountain.

Steve had been rather short with you all morning, you chalked it up to his tossing and turning all night, his eyes bloodshot, evident in lacking sleep— he had promised everything was fine, so you believed him.

“How much longer do you think we have?” Not really knowing what to talk about with the uneasiness that’s been going on all morning.

“I don’t know, Eve— they guy said it was about a 3 hour walk from the resort. We’ve been walking close to 2 and a half, so we’re probably close.”

“Please don’t call me—“

“Jesus Christ Genevieve! I’m fucking sorry! But you don’t make it easy for me sometimes— I feel like I’m always at a fucking arms length away from you even after 21 fucking years.” Anger shoots from his mouth like bullets, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him like this, at least never towards you. “It’s a goddamn name! Gen, Eve, Genevieve— they’re all the fucking same!”

“I-I’m sorry.” Tears prick at your eyes, you try your best to not let them fall— you’ll save them for when you’re alone in the safety of your new home.

“Fuck! No, I’m sorry— shit! C’mere.”

Steve pulls you into him, his face hot against your cheek as he holds you close, the button down he’s wearing is drenched in sweat, there’s a slight tremble to the grip he has on you.

“Are you okay?” You pull back to get a better look at him, beads of sweat glisten across his forehead, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

“Yeah, just really fucking tired.”

*CLICK*

“Hands where we can see them! Slowly, no fast movements!” A woman’s voice echoes through the air.

Steve releases you from his arms, both of you slowly turning, arms raised up as you were told.

There’s 5 of them, all on horses with their guns drawn in your direction. The woman seems to be in charge of the group, her horse placed a few feet in front of the others.

“We don’t mean no harm, we’re just trying to get to the settlement just over this mountain. You must be Maria? I was told you might greet us before we got there.” Steve says, keeping his tone even as explains himself.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” She asks, her expression still unreadable as she waits for Steve to respond.

“No— you don’t, but I was told you would bring us the rest of the way in.”

Maria takes a minute to decide whether she wants to believe Steve or not.

“Scan them.” Looking back at one of the men behind her, nodding to where Steve and you are still standing with your arms raised. “I don’t care who you talked to, you get scanned before you come in.”

The man grabs a device from his saddle pack, then makes his way towards you, the other 3 men’s guns still aimed, fingers hovering over their triggers.

“Lady’s first.” The man states, placing the device on your neck, there’s a small zap to your skin when the scan is administered.

“Green!” He shouts, holding the device up to show the green screen in Maria’s direction.

You breathe a sigh of relief, even though you knew you were fine.

Turning towards Steve, the man places the scanner on Steve’s neck, Steve’s eyes locking with yours as the man presses the designated button to conduct the virus scan.

The man steps back quickly, a flash of red catches your attention.

“RED!” He holds the device up.

The other men direct their aim to Steve, his head hanging low and no sign of resistance to finding out he’s infected.

“Steve! No— Tell them you’re not infected!” Insisting he speak up. “He’s not infected! Scan him again! Please!” You scream at the group, your voice straining as you plead with them to scan Steve again, convinced it was a bad read.

“Please!! Scan him—“

“Genevieve— it’s not wrong.” Steve says.

You turn to him, chest heaving and your throat burning from yelling, confused by what he’s saying.

“What? What do you mean it’s not wrong? You’re not infected Steve— you’re just tired, they need to scan you again!”

“I was bit.”

You can feel the blood drain from your face as the words leave his mouth. Your brain takes a moment to register what he had said.

Bit.

Infected.

“No— no! No, no no!”

“Genevieve—“

“W-when?”

“Last night, there was a runner that came out of one of the other cabins—“

Steve’s confession hits you like a ton of bricks in slow motion. You hate it and don’t want to believe a single thing he’s saying, because the reality is that this is where it ends for him— for you.

The tears burn as they begin to stream down your face.

“You didn’t say anything though—“

“I needed to get you here— I needed you to be safe.”

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, throwing yourself at him, anchoring your arms around his neck.

“No! I can’t do this without you— I can’t lose you too!”

“Yes, you can. You’re the bravest person I’ve known in a long time. You’re going to get there and you’re going to meet new people and you will be able to help out because that’s what you love— you love helping people and I love that about you. This is your chance to start over, to be happy— do that for me?” His hands cup your face so he can look at you, his eyes filled with tears as well. “Do me a favor, write me one of your letters— I want to know everything.”

You nod, unable to speak, the lump in your throat growing as your remaining time together dwindles away.

“I love you, Genevieve.” His words muffled against your skin, leaving one last kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You breathe out, your eyes closed savoring his soft touch one last time.

“How long?” Maria asks Steve.

“Probably ‘nother hour left, give or take.”

“Alright Genevieve— you’re riding with me, hand your pack to one of my men. Andrew, you hang back with Steve— you know what to do.” Maria orders everyone.

Wiping your tears before placing a kiss to Steve’s cheek, then turning to where Maria is waiting for you, handing your pack to one of her men. Maria leans down to grab onto your arm, as you hoist yourself up onto the backside of the horse.

“Let’s head back.” Maria says, pulling the reins up and to one side to signal the horse to turn around, a click of her tongue has the horse moving forward in the direction of the settlement.

You can’t bear to look back in Steve’s direction, not trusting yourself to not run back to him.

Leaving him and knowing his fate is like reliving the same pain you endured 21 years ago. The outbreak takes everything from you for a second time.

Your world shatters, crumbling as the horse carries you further and further from him.

*BANG*

The sound ricochets out over the valley, your heart sinks as a new wave of tears silently fall.

You don’t remember the entire ride to the settlement or how you ended up on the porch of a two story house.

Maria had mentioned putting you up in her brother-in-law's converted garage, a small studio bedroom where those new to the settlement would stay while their permanent residence were being cleaned and prepped. She said it wasn’t anything special and you’d have to use the main houses kitchen and bathroom, but you’d have your own space in a few days— so interacting with a few strangers was the least you could do for the hospitality.

You honestly didn’t care where she put you for the time being, the stables would have been enough, you just wanted to be alone.

Glancing over your shoulder you see others moving about freely, children running about in the open, a stark contrast between what you had been so used to.

There’s rows and rows of homes, a small town-like area, a community garden— this place was everything that Steve had described to you, he would have loved it.

The opening of the front door pulls you back to the front porch where you’re standing with Maria.

“We’ve got a newcomer, she’s going to stay here until we get a room ready down the street.” Maria explained to the young girl who is glaring at you.

“Why do you keep bringing them here? This isn’t a shelter— can’t she stay somewhere else?”

“No, she can’t. This is Ellie, her bark is worse than her bite— she’ll grow on you. Ellie, this is Genevieve let’s let her get comfortable and situated— she just lost whom I’m assuming was her husband, so please make her feel welcomed.” Maria coerses Ellie into letting you stay, but you don’t miss the eye rolling throw your way.

The home is spacious and inviting, you decide it’s far more comfortable than the stables would have been.

“Ellie, can you grab Genevieve a glass of water please.” It’s more of a demand than an ask. “Here Genevieve, have a seat here at the table. I’m sure Ellie can make you something to eat if you’re hungry too.”

“So now we’re a shelter and we have room service? Her legs don’t seem broken to me—.”

“Ellie, glass of water!”

The girl grunts something under her breath as she follows through with getting you water, you settle into a chair and try to not let the unwelcome feeling that’s been looming over you since you set foot in the house add to the pain that is still radiating through you.

You wipe a few tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, a new wave of emotions hitting you, another moment of realization of Steve not being here with you like you had both talked about.

“Is there anything else I can get you Genevieve?” Maria cautiously places a hand on your shoulder, you take it as her way of apologizing for your loss.

“Umm, just my bag would be great and a shower would be nice.” You sniffle, ready to lock yourself away for the day, not wanting to be forced to have unwanted conversations with a teenager who already hates your new presence.

“I’ll go grab your bag from the stables, then you can start getting settled.” She gives your shoulder a light squeeze before turning for the front door. “Ellie, be nice.”

A glass of water is placed in front of you, a few cubes of ice float around the clear liquid. You don’t even remember the last time you had enjoyed an ice cold drink.

Ellie situates herself in the chair across from you, looking as if she wants to say something.

“So— your husband is dead?” 14 years old and a great conversationalist.

“No— y-yes.” Your chest aches at the mention of ‘your husband.’

“Well, that’s not confusing. So, did you watch him die?”

“Hmm?”

“Your husband, did you watch your husband die?” She asks again.

“N-no.”

“I’m all out of questions then.” She slinks back into her chair.

You stare at the ice, almost half the size it was when it was placed in front of you. Wishing you could slowly melt away, become the nothingness you feel like.

The front door swings open and closes with a gentle click, the clunking sound of boots makes the presence of whoever stepped into the house known.

“Hey kid, sorry I’m late. Tommy wanted to get drinks after our patrol.”

A deep husky voice permeates the room, its thick syrupy tone seeps into every little crevice of your memory, its familiarity prompting the goosebumps to form across your body.

“I didn’t know we were having guests— this a new friend of yours?” He asks, his foot step getting closer to where you're still seated at the table, your back turned to him.

“Fuck no! It’s one of Maria’s strays. Said she has to stay here until her room is available— which is bullshit if you ask me!” She spouts off, her annoyance very apparent.

“Ellie, manners!” He grits out.

You lift yourself from the chair, steadying your weak state on the table and chair as you turn in his direction.

Your heart nearly stops the moment your eyes land on him— a ruggedness to him, his soft brown eyes filled with a darkness that comes with loss and sorrow, his dark locks and beard sprinkled with tuffs of gray, an overall hardness about him that hides his true self.

“Joel?” Your eyes wide and filled with more tears, the name is barely a whisper as it falls into the air.

“Eve?” A name he never thought he would say again.

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girls against god - cowgirl!ellie williams x cowgirl!reader

summary: men shouldn’t be scared of god, they should be scared of two girls with something to prove. (western!au)

pairing: cowgirl!ellie williams x cowgirl!reader

word count: ~4.7k

c/w: major descriptions of violence, religious imagery, allusions to abuse, m*n, angst, language, emotional constipation, historical inaccuracies probably, implied sex, fluff?? no one is really a good person in this, kinda dark??

song inspo: ‘girls against god’ - florence and the machine

a/n: y’all wanted more cowgirl!ellie so this is it I guess? I'm tired and I'm still in a bit of a slump, but I’ll try and get part 3 of thoroughfare out sometime during the weekend. thank you for being patient with me. as always I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think <3

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When you were little, couldn’t of barely been ten, you remember that there was a man that used to visit your town. He called himself Father John and presented himself as a religious man; he liked it when people knelt at his feet, liked it when he moved people to tears. You think of this man, you try not to because that would give him too much power, but you think of him when you see a man with a violent streak which meant you thought of him often. You see Father John in the men who viewed their anger as some sort of birthright, that because they were men they were justified in their anger.

But while men like Father John could claim they knew anger, they did not know hunger. Not the way that you do, not the way the other girls in your town do, and not the way the girls in the other towns Father John visited knew.

They did not know what it meant to bite your tongue and having to learn to like the taste of blood.

They did not know what it meant to dig nails into palms until crescent moons are embedded into skin.

And they did not know that staring at a ceiling late at night, tears leaking from your eyes and holding your breath so you don’t release a guttural scream, was an act of defiance in itself.

They did not know hunger, not the way that you do. They did not know anger, not the way you do.

So when people think that you were born this way, came out of the womb violent and thirsty for blood, you don’t correct them. You think good, anger was never theirs in the first place. And you’ve sat with your anger long enough to know that you were chomping at the bit.

You whistle a familiar tune as you walk into the bar of some rundown town, eyes focussed on a woman seated at a table near the back. She had her head hung low, the brim of her hat obscuring your view, but you would recognise her anywhere.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You tease, letting the chair scratch against the ground as you pull it out to sit across from her.

She tilts her head up only slightly to look at you. “What are you doing here?” She asks gruffly.

“Can’t I be here just to catch up with an old friend?”

“That’s what we are?” She scoffs. “Friends?”

You flash her a smile, one with teeth. “Okay.” You say drawing out the word. “Not-friends, then.”

She huffs and leans back in her chair, finally letting you see a full view of her face. She looks tired, you think. She looks as pretty as the last time you saw her. You wonder if she thinks of you as much as you think of her.

“What do you want?”

“I know something.” You whisper conspiratorially, bracing your elbows on the table to lean forward.

She rolls her eyes but still indulges you and leans forward as well. “What do you know?” She whispers back jokingly.

“You gotta give me something in return.”

“For fuck sake.” She runs her hands down her face. “Tell me what you know first.”

You lose your smile and quickly turn serious, keeping your voice low. “I know where Owen is.” You see the familiar glint in her eyes. “He’s laying low in the next town over.”

“What do you want?”

“That pretty necklace you stole a few months ago.”

“Of course.” She mutters but you hear it clearly. “How do you even know about that?”

“I know people.” You shrug. “So how about it?”

“When do we leave?”

“Now if you want.”

She pushes her chair back and braces her hands on her thighs before standing to her full height. She looks down at you expectantly and you’re reminded why some people are worshipped.

“Let’s go then.”

She rides ahead of you at a steady pace, not quite a gallop, but it’s enough to have the wind whip around you as you follow her. You liked seeing her like this; carefree and uninhibited. Out in the open with no one around she lets herself call out to you.

“So what’s the plan?” She yells over her shoulder.

“He leaves the brothel with a soiled dove, same time every night, and goes back to his house on the edge of town.” You explain, urging your horse forward until you’re riding side by side.

“How many guards?”

You admire at her side profile; the slant of her nose, the jut of her chin. “One.” You reply.

“Only one?”

“Personally,” you start. “I think it’s because he doesn’t want anyone to see that he left the poor girl unsatisfied.” You deadpan. “But that’s just my opinion.”

“Or maybe it’s because he’s a cocky asshole who thinks that he doesn’t need the protection.” She counters, quickly looking at you.

“Yeah that too.”

She lets her laugh ring out as she pushes ahead of you, leaving you to watch her back as she rides away. It used to bother you, watching her leave. But it had steadily grown into curiosity. Because you knew she’ll find her way back, it was only just a matter of when.

The two of you are shrouded in shadows by the time you reach the outskirts of town. You’re standing in a deserted alley, the house Owen residing in just across the dirt road with a lone guard standing by the front door, gun in hand. There was a single light on upstairs and you could see shadows move across the curtain.

Her hand comes into view from your periphery and you wordlessly hand your bandana to her. It was a pretty blue thing; well worn. Ellie had given it you a few months ago. You let your eyes fall shut as she wraps the fabric around the lower half of your face.

“Too tight?” She asks while giving the knot she tied a gentle tug.

“No, it’s good.” Your lips brush against the fabric. “Thank you.”

She taps the side of your waist twice. “No problem.”

You turn to face her and you’re suddenly ravenous. She’s got her own bandana down around her neck and you bare your teeth into something that resembles a smile when you spot the familiar initials on the inside of the fabric.

“You go ‘round back and I’ll get the guard.” You tell her.

She nods in easy agreement.

“Don’t die.” She says in all seriousness.

“I won’t if you won’t.”

The corners of her lips tick up and she presses a rough kiss to your temple before pulling her bandana up over her nose. You watch her back as she leaves.

Staring at the guard across the way, you think to yourself that he’s a giant. He’s big in height and weight, comprised of thick cords of muscles stacked on top of each other and a beet red face. But you remember that even Goliath fell - you wonder if the ground will shake when the guard falls too.

Suddenly a high pitched scream coming from inside the house leaks outside and his focus is drawn to the commotion. You move quickly towards him and whistle loudly to get his attention. He startles at the noise and turns around with his gun aimed at your general direction. You’re closer than what he expected.

Sometimes it was fun to play with your food.

His ugly face twists up as he backhands you across the face with his gun, your head whipping to the side making your bandana fall at the sudden movement. You smile when you feel the blood pooling in your mouth. You welcome it and let it reach in-between the cracks in your teeth, because finally your hunger was momentarily satiated. When you turn your head back to look at him, he looks taken aback by your grin. You spit in his face and laugh when you see him recoil, when you see the red covering his face.

“You fucking whore.” He chokes out in surprise.

You then hit him twice as hard.

You hit him again, and again, and again - if he tried to hit you back you didn’t take notice, you think to yourself that you’ll feel it later if he did. You punch him without reprieve, until you’re crouching over his body that was now a sad lump on the ground. He was alive, could tell from the way he wheezed. It was a pathetic sight. You punch him again.

You don’t know how long you stand over him with your knuckles dripping blood and your chest heaving - Goliath still struggling for breath. But it’s long enough for Ellie to find you. You can feel her presence behind you and you hold out a hand for her gun without looking at her. She hands it over to you easily and lets her fingers brush against yours. You test the familiar weight in your hand briefly; you were playing God and you didn’t care - maybe David would be a more apt description. You fire off only one shot into the man because he didn’t deserve any more than that.

“We gotta go.” Ellie says softly, pulling you out of your head. “The noise would’ve drawn attention.”

When you don’t respond she calls your name and slots her hand in yours. “Hey, come on.” You let her drag you away.

She didn’t let you get back on your own horse, had tied your horse to hers and made you wrap your arms around her waist. But from the way she gripped your hands holding the reigns you wonder if she was doing it for herself as well.

Your body was a tense thing behind her, a solid figure, even once the small town was out of sight. And you could tell Ellie had noticed when she leans back against you and raises one of your hands to her chest, the blood now dried and flaky. You unfurl your fingers slowly and let them splay across her, closing your eyes as you try and focus on the thumping of her heart beneath her clothing. On the possibility that maybe it was your own heart that you were feeling, you press against her harder.

She leads you to a place only the two of you know about. The one you had told her that existed a couple years ago. It was a small house a few hours ride away, sitting isolated from other life, but that didn’t mean the two of you didn’t breath air back into it whenever you stopped by. Sometimes you visited it together, spent the day nursing each others wounds and the night tangled in sheets. Others, more often than not, you visited it alone when you needed a place to hide away for a little while. A place where you could curl into a ball on the couch and care for the little girl inside your chest.

For all the rage the two of you collectively held, there was a silent rule that it was not to be brought into any of the homes you had created for yourselves. There were to be no threats of violence and no slamming of doors. So when the two of you step finally inside and Ellie closes the door behind her, you feel her grab you gently by the waist and kiss you with something soft. You let yourself fall into her as she takes her time plying you open. She kisses you and touches you until your something malleable in her hands.

She leans her forehead against yours and you’re just two people breathing, just two hearts beating. And you think that in another life this would be enough to fulfil you.

When you break away from Ellie, but not before giving her one more chaste kiss, you look around and see a familiar jacket draped across the back of the couch, you see a book sitting on the coffee table.

“You’ve been back here?” You ask, feet carrying you towards the couch as you run a hand over the fabric of her jacket. You wonder if you pressed your face to it, if it would smell like her.

“Not in awhile, but yeah I have.” The sound of her boots draws nearer.

It would be so easy, you think to yourself. Easy to just hide away from everyone, live a life not on the run. You can see it so clearly, could practically taste it, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of you. The love you had to offer was born from bruised knuckles and cracked ribs. From teeth that were made to bite. But you continue to fantasise about a life where your boots lived next to Ellie’s.

“You gonna stay around this time?” She asks.

“Just for the night.” You reach for her and she meets you somewhere in the middle and brushes her thumb against your raw knuckles. “You’ll find me again if you need to.” You tell her.

She tightens her grip on you, not harshly, never harshly, but more firmly. “What if I don’t need to?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if I want to?”

“Like I said.” You tap the side of your nose. “You’ll find me.”

She finds you six months later in a house that wasn’t where you had left her last, knocking on the door in a specific pattern. There’s a brief moment before you open the door that you imagine that this is what it would be like to have Ellie come home to you after work. You shake your head and turn the doorknob.

Your eyes fall upon her black eye first and then the gash on her cheek. She’s cradling her shoulder and you give her a sympathetic look. Still beautiful as ever, you think.

“You should see the other guy.” She attempts to joke.

You cross your arms and lean against the doorframe. “I’m too busy looking at my guy.”

She sucks in a harsh breath and you see her puff out her chest a little bit. “Yeah? I’m your guy?”

You ignore her question and ask her one of your own. “So what brings you here?” You tilt your head to the side a little. “You want to see me or you need me to patch you up?”

She tries to act nonchalant but winces when she shrugs. “A bit of both.”

“Come on in then.”

You push off the doorframe and step aside to let her in. You watch as she toes of her boots and leaves them next to yours by the front door. You shake your head again and close the door behind her.

Six months was a long time, you had been without Ellie for longer periods but something had shifted. You think that it’s becoming exhausting to clench your jaw so often. There were nights during Ellie’s absence that you thought about finding her and asking her to put down roots with you. To tell her you didn’t want to be constantly looking for each other, you wanted to wake and find her already there. But you would rather condemn yourself to a burning hell than make Ellie feel guilty for moving on - than to make Ellie burn with you. Besides that would mean having to figure out how to squash the near constant voice in your head telling you to move, to do something. But having Ellie here meant that you could just rest and you don’t like to think of the implications of that too much.

You follow her to the kitchen as she drops herself into a chair at the table.

“How long have you been here?”

“Few days.” You reply

You soak a cloth in the basin and you let the cold water seep into your skin. You wring it out and let the sound of the water dripping distract you.

“Why so long?”

“Knew you were coming.” You say easily.

“Oh come on, there’s no way you could’ve known.” She exclaims.

You shake your head. “You forget I know you better than most.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

It’s silent as you clean her face, wipe away the dirt and the blood to reveal her freckled skin. The cut on her cheek wasn’t deep and you sweep your thumb over it gently.

“You hungry?” You ask her and you think you see something shift in her eyes. Maybe it was the trick of the light.

“When am I not?”

“When are you not.” You parrot. “I’ll cook you up something, you should go lay down.”

Before you can move she wraps her arms around your torso and pulls you back into her, she presses the side her face against your stomach and sighs. For a moment you hold her there with a hand on the back of her head, then regretfully take a step back. You figure she must be exhausted from the way she doesn’t put up a fight, just drags herself away to the couch, flopping down with a groan.

It would be so easy.

And it is easy when the two of you play house for nearly a week. You let Ellie rest - you keep her warm, you keep her safe. You don’t let her lift a finger unless its to bring her fork to her mouth from the plate of food you made her or to wrap an arm around your waist when she comes up behind you. And in return she gives you kisses on cheeks and songs hummed under her breath.

“We could stay here.” She says one night in the dark, says it like a prayer.

“Yeah we could.”

“We could be happy here.”

You don’t know who she’s trying to convince but you do know that it isn’t working for either of you. It was dangerous to hope.

“We really could.”

You hear her exhale and she curls around you, tucks her head into your neck. She whispers something you don’t quite hear but you feel it in your chest and figure that you get the idea.

She’s the one that leaves this time and you can’t fault her for it.

When you wake up and reach for her she isn’t there, in her place was something cold. You peek through your eyelashes and see your hand on top of a necklace. You close a fist around it and let the diamonds imprint your skin. Your hunger comes for you again.

A letter is waiting for you when you make it back to one of your houses, it’s sitting on your front porch, held down by a rock. This particular house was one you didn’t use as much so you don’t know how long its been waiting for you. On the envelope are just your initials in her scratchy handwriting, the same ones embroidered into her bandana. When you read the letter you turn back around and get on your horse again, leaning down to stroke her side and whisper apologies. Because when Ellie calls you come, it’s as simple as that. It always has been.

You meet her two days later, find her sitting on a bench looking lost. It’s warm out, Spring had arrived and chased away any traces of Winter. She doesn’t look at you when you sit down next to her, doesn’t move an inch when you press your thigh against hers.

“Do you remember that preacher I told you about?” She asks.

“David?”

Her hands on the top of her thighs clench into fists and you place a hand on top of hers. You watch as her features soften at the contact, eyes dropping to look down at where you’re touching. She flips her hand over to thread your fingers together.

“Yeah, him.”

“What about him?”

“I uh-” She brings both of your intertwined hands up to her face, bowing her head slightly, as she rests her forehead against your knuckles. “I found him.”

“Do you want me to come with?” You ask as only a nicety, you were going to go regardless of her answer.

“Please.” She sounds embarrassed, she sounds apologetic.

“Of course.”

The two of you ride for nearly three days straight, only stopping when the horses need a break and when Ellie nearly falls off Shimmer from her lack of sleep. You force her to lay down, tell her you’ll keep watch even though there was no one to watch out for out here. You keep one hand on your gun and the other stroking her hair. She tosses and turns and you have to pretend like its nothing when she jolts awake. You have to pretend that you’re not tired too.

It must’ve been a Sunday when you finally arrive to the small town Ellie had found out David lived in, church-goers in their Sunday best. The sun is beating down and you tie your horses off in the shade, letting them drink from the trough and chew through a pile of hay. Walking through town, you see people eye the two of you wearily. There’s a group of girls all huddled together, whispering in one another’s ears and you have the urge to tell them to run. To tell them that this small town will serve them no good and that there’s a whole world waiting for them. You duck your head and watch the dust beneath your feet.

Ellie stops you and gestures across the way to a dilapidated church. “This is his church apparently.”

On cue a man exits the doors with a woman on his arm, she looked young. The man himself was withered by time, had the wrinkles to prove it. You narrowed your eyes at him and thought to yourself that his gait looked familiar. But it was when he keeled over to laugh that you remembered where you knew him from.

“Ellie.” You breath out. “That’s Father John.” Your voice sounds small, like it did back when you were little.

“What?” She looks at you worriedly and grabs your arm hard enough to bruise. She drags you away so he’s no longer within sight, so you can no longer hear him the ringing of his laughter in your ears.

“The man I told you about.” You urge, like if you said the words fast enough then they would rush by without you having to hear them. “That’s him.”

She grips your chin and forces you to look at her. “Hey,” she calls your name, “he can’t hurt us.” She pushes the words out. “Not anymore.”

You search her face for any hint that she might be lying to you. When you don’t find anything you repeat her words back to her. “Not anymore.”

She visibly gulps. “Yeah, that’s right.” She drops her grip on your chin and places a hand on the small of your back, directing you back to the town centre. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

The sun is setting when you make your way back to the church. After getting some food and some rest, you were quick to reach deep within your belly and stoke the flames of the fire living in there. You won’t let yourself become that scared little girl, not again and certainly not because of him.

The two of you enter the church, closing the door behind you and locking it. It’s eerily quiet, the only noise being the sound of your boots as you pass by the rows of wooden pews. At the front of the church is a large wooden cross and before it Father John or perhaps it was David. Maybe it was neither. He’s on his knees, praying like it could save him from what's about to come.

You let yourself follow Ellie, you knew that this wasn’t your particular fight. You came here to support her and that was the end of it.

“I was wondering when the two of you would show.” He says while still facing the cross. “I heard you were looking for me.” He sounds smug.

Ellie keeps walking until she’s standing behind him. “Don’t flatter yourself.” She scoffs out.

“You used to be so sweet.” He says, there’s a lilt to his voice like he’s reminiscing. You shudder to think of what he’s thinking about.

“Then you didn’t know me as well as you think you did.” Ellie replies, her voice coming out a bit shaky.

“What I do know.” He starts, pausing long enough for you to start shifting from foot to foot. “Is that you could’ve been the best of us.”

She shakes her vehemently even though he couldn’t see her. “I never wanted to be the best.”

He looks over his shoulder at her words. “Shame.”

You see her clench the hand holding her knife tighter and you stand off to the side as Ellie smites him. She wages holy war against a man who believed himself to be bigger than God and it’s beautiful. It’s all blood and guts and catharsis. You find yourself stepping closer just so you can see the blood spill, to see the red on the floor that resembles the red between your thighs and the grainy white of his ribs. The knife breaks off in him and she continues to beat him with her fists. She cries as she bludgeons him, a sound that echoes within the church.

Mary is weeping and Ellie is too.

When she stops, when David is dwindled down to flesh and bones, she sits back on her heels and drops her head between her shoulders. She wraps her arms around herself and lets sobs wrack through her body. You lower yourself down next to her, feel your pants grow wet from the puddle of blood beneath you and wrap your arm around her shoulders. When she falls against you, you cradle her. You cradle her as she buries her head against her chest and clings to you, digs her hands into your skin almost painfully and blubbers something through her snot and tears.

“I know.” You whisper back. “I know.”

She looks up at you and you hold her face in your hands. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind her hair and lean forward to kiss her forehead.

“Let’s get my guy home.” You whisper into her hair and all she does is nod against you.

The two of you spend nearly three months together in a little house and if feels right, it feels good. Everything inside is soft and warm and no one comes home limping or with cracked knuckles. The only sweat that perspires is that of when the two of you sit on the back porch for too long in the sun or when you spend nights taking turns worshipping each other until the sunlight peeks through the curtains.

The fight was over, at least it was for you and you try and convince yourself that it was for Ellie too. You believe it when she dances with you in the kitchen and when she tells you she loves you more than she ever did.

When she washes the dishes and you dry them.

When she cares for you in the most tender of ways she can offer and you let yourself let her.

It just all felt too good to be true and it was.

You could see her growing restless as the days passed her by, could see it when she chops the firewood more aggressively. She doesn’t say a word to you about it and it bothers you, because the more antsy she gets the more you start gearing for a fight. And there was to be no fights in your home, none. So you try and gently coax it out of her, offer to ride into a nearby town and let the devil find some work for idle hands, but she resists, she tells you that she’s fine. She strays further from reach and you feel like you’ve failed her somehow.

But one night while she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from where your standing by the door, with her shoulders slouched. She had just gotten back from a ride, something she had taken to more recently, and you can tell that this is it. You knock gently to get her attention and when she looks at you, you’d think that she’s in pain if you didn’t know better. But you do know better and you smile knowingly at her.

“What’s his name?” You ask her.

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