#tlou fan fiction

[hypnagogics]

calling all mythology nerds!! looks around oh its just me. okay. yall i really wanna nerd tf out again and rewrite another myth as a fic..have yall got any ideas of stories you want me to do? this one of the myth of pyramus and thisbe was some of the most fun ive ever had writing something (as depressing as it is LOL), and i wanna make something like that again. maybe with abby this time? ill do my research and see what's most fitting, but any suggestions are welcome as well ♡ i can even try some norse or roman mythology, even ancient egyptian mayhaps. im so normal about myths....BUT YEAH. PLEASE LEMME KNOW

[adhdprincess]

TLOU rec-list for fics with less than 100 kudos!

If you don't have much time to read, rebloging is a great way to show support. Let's uplift these talented fic writers!

Cuddle up with some Fluff

Rest - 3k words, Joel gets sick in Jackson. It's filled to the brim with lots of banter and sweet family-shaped moments. Also, Ellie doesn't live in the shed!

New Seasons - 5k words, Outside of Jackson, Joel gets a migraine. Ellie takes care of him and it’s just so sweet. I have a cavity, guys 🥹 Both by: ABeckoningCat, @inherstars on Tumblr

bear with me - 700 words, Ellie spots a bear outside the walls of Jackson. Joel’s reactions are funny as hell. By: @bearrycool on Ao3 and Tumblr

if i could give you the moon - 4.5k words, 10-year-old Ellie meets Riley. Fluffy shenanigans ensue, wrapped up in a beautiful ending. Happy belated fic-erversary! By: @becomethesun on Ao3 and Tumblr

When the Party's Over - 2k words, Ellie attends a party in Jackson, but her anxiety takes over. Hurt/comfort vibes? Check! Fluff and angst? Double check! By: @paigegonerogue on Ao3 and Tumblr

Tear your heart out with Angst

Dear Shadow, Alive and Well(WIP) - 30k words, A gritty, immersive multi-chapter set after Ellie, Tommy, and Dina return from Seattle. The prose, the imagery, and the dialogue are all BEAUTIFUL! This story has killed me. @wicked--loving--lies I'm throwing you all of the virtual flowers!! 💐 By: Wickedlovinglies, @wicked--loving--lies on Tumblr

Arsonist's Lullaby - 4.5k, A character study of Joel and his relationship with anger. The angst had me clawing at the floor. The writing is AMAZING! By: fae_the_gay27

think I’ll miss you forever… - 1.5k words, A character study of Ellie after the major character death in TLOU2. Beautiful prose and I think I’ll cry actually 😭. By: @crystalflys on Ao3 and Tumblr

March 2, 2038 (tw gore) - 1.5k words, Might be the saddest fic I’ve ever read, but the angst is so good. This takes place right after the major death in TLOU2. By: Three_kittens_in_a_trench_coat

Journey through these AUs!

sangfroid - 3k words, Joel and Tess have an oops baby and it's Ellie. This is so beautiful and has an awesome twist at the end. By: Glitter_Gecko, @seethesunny on Tumblr

Calamity's Child - 10k words, An AU where Joel is a trans man set after the events of TLOU1. It’s very fluffy with a good helping of angst and so well written! By: Fiachra, @consultingzoologist on Tumblr

Ashes denote that Fire was(WIP) - 3.5k words, A firefighter🔥 AU. Ellie is feral, Joel is bewildered, and Tess is a banter queen. This AU is such a fun read! By: @bumblepony on Ao3 and Tumblr

Roll for Halloween Hijacks - 5.5k words, On Halloween, in a no-outbtreak AU, Joel joins Ellie and her friends to play a tabletop game. It’s so fluffy and communal and everyone is alive! By: MichiMe, @freetobeyouandmichi-me on Tumblr & @marceltheshellwithflipflopson on Ao3 and Tumblr

If you read a story and enjoy, consider leaving a comment! Writers love encouraging comments, even if it's just a heart emoji ❤️.

This rec-list is here to uplift the wonderful writing community in this fandom. Please share this around to show support for writers!

Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the divider!

[wordywarriorwrites]

Calendar Girl: November

Series Masterlist: Calendar Girl Joel Miller Masterlist Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: The story of how Joel Miller falls in love again, told over a series of months. Series Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Discussions of rape and consent. Alcohol consumption. Age-gap.

Shorter days sometimes began with frost-covered windows and transitioned to noisy nights filled with the hungry calls of migrating birds. Eventually, the leaves on the trees had been shaken loose by stronger winds and rainstorms, leaving behind the scent of damp earth and pine-fresh evergreens.

Fall had begrudgingly given way to winter, prompting the townspeople to reap and prepare. Baking and canning marathons. Meat preservation. Sorting livestock and building shelters. Getting out seasonal clothes. Sealing leaky windows, cleaning out gutters, and ensuring fireplaces were operational.

Getting his home prepared had been a chore, and yours hadn’t been a walk in the park, either, but he’d done it. Joel had patched up the roof, checked the pipes, and ensured there was enough wood out back to last you through this winter and into the next, not because it was his job, but because he wanted to. Because he’s only ever known winter to be a dark time, a harsh time; a time when people were meaner and hungrier, and he’d be damned if you weren’t as safe and comfortable as he could make you…

“Joel, please – just – I really don’t need another quilt,” you sighed.

He grunted and spread it out over the bed, “It gets cold in here at night.”

“Really?” you arched a brow, cheeks rounding with a broad, toothy grin. “Guess we should stop sleeping naked then, huh?”

Joel smirked. Placed his hands on his hips. With your point made, you rounded what had become his side of the bed, donning one of his flannels, feet tucked into wool socks he’d nearly pummeled a grown man for three days ago. Arms around his middle, ear pressed to his chest, head tucked beneath his chin – these actions steadied him, centered him, and made him let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Before we go to bed, I wanted to talk to you about something,” you murmured, voice muffled against his shirt.

“Is it about sleepin’ naked?” he wondered. “Because if it is, we can talk about that all you like, sweetheart.”

You laughed. Issued a teasing pinch to his waist. Joel held you tighter, and you turned your face up, all silent askance, and he obliged, more than happy – eager, even – to drop a series of gentle kisses on your soft, sunny mouth. Your contented hum is one he echoed, and he’d gotten half the buttons of the flannel undone and was guiding you toward the bed when you placed a halting hand on his chest and slowly eased away.

“Talk first,” you repeated. “Then, you can kiss me all you like.”

A promise sealed with another kiss – one that lingered. All slow and tender to the point of aching, and you didn’t even realize that you’d made it that much harder to pull away, but he did it. He pulled away because you asked him to listen, and he watched you take a deep, fortifying breath before launching into an explanation about town growth and a burgeoning housing crisis.

Apparently, expanding families had become cramped in their own homes, which prompted a need for placements to be re-evaluated. In the interim, the council asked for volunteers from within their own ranks; anyone willing to share housing had been encouraged to do so, and you’d not only agreed to move, (thus giving up your home to the Hardens, who had a baby on the way) you’d also agreed to bunk with Connie and Helen.

“Wait,” Joel interjected. “Connie and Helen? Those two busy bodies?”

You shrugged, “Just think of how fun the sleepovers will be.”

“It’s good of you, to be so kind to the Hardens,” he supplied, rubbing his thumb over his chin. “But wouldn’t you rather… I mean, you could come live with Ellie and me, right?”

Eyes flared and lips parted. He’d surprised you, but the slight tilt of your head – one of your many tells that had revealed themselves over time – indicated you were mulling. Joel, on the other hand, had been picturing it for some time now; living life together, instead of in tandem. In his mind, you, he, and Ellie had already become a family. A year ago, he wouldn’t have believed it possible, but he does now.

He wants a life – whatever that means, whatever it looks like – and he wants it with you.

“Just think about it,” he suggested, smoothing a wrinkle from the bedspread. “And whatever you decide is just fine with me.”

You cleared your throat, “What about Ellie?”

Joel exhaled a low laugh, “She’s actually been pushing me to ask you. Apparently, she's tired of all the back and forth for dinner. I guess it cuts into her time with her girlfriend, so…”

An amused eye roll and a wave of your hand, followed by a creak as your heel hit the squeaky floorboard at the foot of the bed. The frame groaned as you sat, hands settled on your knees, eyes surveying the small space around you. You remained silent for so long that Joel eventually sat beside you, and the mattress dipped with his added weight, causing you to lean into him, your body pressed comfortingly against him from shoulder to thigh.

“I’ll move in with you and Ellie,” you finally declared. “But I have two conditions.”

Joel glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and dipped his chin, “Alright, name them.”

“First, I get to bring my sheets. Yours are terrible.”

“Fair. What’s the second condition?”

Finger crooked beneath his chin. Gazes met. You graced him with that smile, the smile that’s just for him, and his heart galloped. Slowly, steadily, you used his shoulders for balance and positioned yourself until you were straddled over him.

“Build us a porch swing,” you said softly, hands now cupped around his face. “One that’s just ours. Where we can sit together, and you can play, and I’ll listen and pretend not to cry…”  

Unable to speak around the tightness of his throat, Joel simply nodded, and when you kissed him, it was sweet – sweeter than even that first time beneath the mistletoe. Sweeter than he deserved. Sweeter because he loved you and would’ve given in to whatever demands or requests you made, no matter how big or small.

Thoughts of winter preparations, of asking if you’re sure, of wondering aloud if you’re ready for what living together means – they all get swept away by your warmth and the sheer strength of your embrace.

Drugging, languid kisses ended the conversation and prompted him to seek you out, to find you bare beneath the flannel, to peel your arms from the sleeves. Tongues meshed, Joel’s hands and body grew eager and greedier with each moment that passed. Fingertips mapped the velvet-soft skin at the base of your spine, the gentle swell of your breasts, and the firmness of your calves. Mouth explored the column of your throat and the pulse that thrummed at the base of it. Teeth nibbled and nipped at the lobes of your ears and the hinge of your jaw.

“I want every night to be like this,” you confessed, voice hushed, as if this admittance were a secret only he could be trusted with.

“Whatever you want,” he insisted, agreed, promised. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Enveloped by you – your arms twined around his shoulders; thighs pressed tight against his waist. Guided by you – encased deep in your warmth; an incredible sensation he suspects he’ll never, ever get used to. The ragged intake of your breath. The flutter of your eyelashes. The steady rock of your hips. The mere undertone of your pleasure, clearly heard above the rhythmic squeak of the bedframe.  

Rapt by the way you take him, uninhibited, unabashed, and Joel knows he’s been possessed by you. It’s as irrefutable as the sun rising in the east and the fixed position of the North Star; it’s as real as the danger outside the walls and the ever-looming precipice of disaster; it’s as fierce as the greatest love of a daughter he never got to see grow and the hell he’d raise if anything ever happened to you…

His name – the way you exhaled it, how it morphed from desperate to encouraging, how it eventually bloomed into something reverent, almost worshipful. You kissed him. Smiled at him again. And the words he’d kept to himself for far too long just tumbled out.

An echo of what you’d said to him all those moons ago: love, love, love, mine, mine, mine. Frantic. Guttural. They spilled into the air as he spilled into you, a powerful release brought on by the hot clutch of you coming around him.

Slumped boneless in his embrace, cheek mashed against his shoulder, slow breaths exhaled into the crook of his neck. Comfortable, contented silence, interspersed with unhurried kisses and gentle touches; two, sated bodies moved, slow as syrup, to lie side-by-side.

“Say it again,” you sighed, woolen-covered foot brushing along his calve.

“I love you.”

“And?”

Joel cupped your jaw in his hands and pressed his mouth to yours, “And you’re mine.”

Last Chapter: December (Again)

[toointojoelmiller]

Have you ever consumed so many devastating TLOU fics that you your heart was at risk of being permanently broken? Does the thought of Part 2 being filmed right now and our collective timeline inching closer to *that scene* airing on HBO with Pedro and Bella make your palms sweat? Same!

My prescription for you is to read today's spotlight stories and remember that, actually, we can stop torturing these two at any time we'd like. (Personally, I won't, but reading Joel and Ellie father-daughter fluff once in a while is good for general mental health.) I'm always reading and writing angst and @becomethesun's fics always feel like a breath of fresh air - and, of course, makes me even more heartbroken at all of the what-could-and-should-have-beens that TLOU I promised and TLOU II used to torment us. She is currently writing a Sam and Henry live AU (Collaborators) that is an answer to my prayers. The two stories linked here are favourites of mine:

true blue by @becomethesun 18,505 words || 5 chapters featuring: family fluff, Ellie adapting to life in jackson, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets to be a kid

me and my dog (and an impossible view) by @becomethesun 6055 words || one shot featuring: family fluff, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets a dog

from @march-flowerr: "If I had to pick one fic only to re read for the

rest of my life, becomethesun’s “true blue is (it feels good to be known so well)” would probably be it. I’m hard pressed to think of a story that I hold dearer than this - five chapters, short but flush with all the small details and nuances of life in Jackson that we don’t get to see in the game. “True Blue” offers such a sweet catharsis while still holding to canon. Becomethesun gives us these compact, bright glimpses into Ellie’s daily life in Jackson: we get to see her goofing off with Dina and Cat, learning to relax into her relationship with Joel, finding her footing in her new family and community. It paints such a tender and clear picture of Ellie as a girl - not Ellie, the ex Fedra cadet, or Ellie the cure - but Ellie as a kid, with friends and questions and ambition and insecurities and a love for her little world so big that it is breathtaking.

In “me and my dog (and an impossible view)”, we’re introduced to Strelka, Ellie’s dog. She finds her as a puppy in an abandoned book store and brings her home to Jackson. Strelka sees her through her through her first rough days of school, sick days and snow days. I don’t really think much more needs to be said about this fic to illustrate just why it’s so good - Ellie gets a cute little dog that makes her happy. What more do you want, people??"

Re-reading these fics feel like coming home. There’s a lyrical cadence to becomethesun's words that I am drawn continuously to. I love the feel of her fics: the syrupy sweet way the story wends itself through from beginning to end, the way that all these intense emotions and elements are whittled down into simple, intimate moments, like making paper crowns with a friend or curling up with your dog after a long day. The real beauty of these fics is the way that becomethesun has chosen to take the small things - the mundane, the day by day - and has chosen to let them shine. To remind us that amidst real horrors - and let’s be real, TLOU has a lot of those - there is still good to be had, that the little things that make up a life well lived - the things we take for granted - are the most important things. That even when it feels like your world is ending, you can still sit on a porch with your family and feel safe. That at the end of the hardest days, you can always come home."

If you read and love this, please please show the author some love and leave a kudos / comment!! Happy fandoming y'all.

Joel Miller isn't dead if we keep him alive y'all.

[jacksonscouts]

I'd like to give a HUGE congratulations to @auburnstargazer for sharing her first TLOU fic with us!! 🎉 You worked on this story for over a year. That's fucking awesome.

Check out Not Strong Enough on Ao3. If you enjoy, consider leaving a comment!

Ellie is seriously going through it! The setting you picked to start the story is so cool and your descriptions of the city immersed me right into the scenes. I like that Ellie starts as this lone-wolf, hard-edged survivor like she was in the Santa Barbara parts of TLOU2, but then she has an opportunity to help people and can’t stop herself from trying. It’s a great way to portray her true nature. 

I could picture every detail during the action scene and my mouth fell open at the end of that scene. Big oof. Also, please let Ellie have that dog, I’m on my knees begging you. Let. Her. Have. The. Dog. (I’m guessing this is happening based on the tags, but if not, it’s no big deal!)

Ellie’s guilt is threaded throughout this chapter almost in a dejected manner, like it’s a grave she’s decided to lay in. I can’t wait to see how her perception of herself transforms once she goes back to Jackson. Also, Maria staying in contact with Ellie is so sweet. I know it’ll be even sweeter when all the characters reunite with each other. 

Phrases I loved: 

Ellie felt the vice around her heart loosen for a moment.

The park was a lush bouquet of umber, rust and sage amongst the decaying infrastructure.

The incessant dog barks, the screaming child and the Infected screeches created a cacophony inside Ellie’s head.

Yet another reminder that she should be dead. (This was such a punch-to-the-gut line!)

The familiar sensation of panic crawled across her skin.

 Joel swam to the forefront of her mind, fingers poised to strum a guitar, turning to look at Ellie one more time. (WHAT IF I CRIED?? WHAT THEN?)

Thank you so much for sharing your debut TLOU fic. I hope you're proud of how much work you put into this!

[thelastofusff]

Welcome to my recommendations! Below, please find fics sorted by main characters in The Last of Us including Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Tommy Miller, Tess Servopoulos and more… 

For each character, fics will be sorted by NSFW/SFW content, then series/one-shots. All will be tagged as pre/post outbreak. Newly added fics are always marked with an '✨' - they will be removed between list updates to make way for new content!

PLEASE NOTE: There will be NO NSFW content featuring Ellie as a minor. 

All NSFW content is 18+ ONLY. 🔞

Don't see your fav fics? SUBMIT THEM HERE.

NSFW

A Future Together by kteague (pre/post outbreak) [multi] Breaking the Rules by theywhowriteandknowthings (pre-outbreak) [multi] ✨ Burn for Me by @psychedelic-ink (post outbreak) [one-shot] Burning in a Hopeless Dream by tightjeansjavi (post outbreak) [multi] Crave by @allfoolsinluv (no outbreak) [multi] Exile by psychedelic-ink (post-outbreak) [one-shot] ✨ Feral by @ohraicodoll (post-outbreak) [multi] Lost in the Darkness by softlyspector (no outbreak) [one-shot] ✨ Moment’s Silence by @nexusnyx (post-outbreak) [multi] Punisher by beskarandblasters (pre/post-outbreak) [multi] ✨ September by @wheresarizona (post-outbreak) [multi] Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink (pre-outbreak) [multi] Strawberry Wine by @pedrito-friskito (pre + post outbreak) [multi] Take Care of You by theidiotwhowritesthings (pre-outbreak) [multi] ✨ Text Me, Texas by @alt-vera (pre-outbreak) [one-shot] Twenty Years Later by @yelena-bellova (post-outbreak) [multi]

SFW

Domesticity Looks Good on You by @girlscull (post-outbreak) [one-shot]

NSFW

Don’t You Dare Fall in Love by @ohcaptains (no outbreak) [one-shot]

SFW

Domesticity Looks Good on You by @girlscull (post-outbreak) [one-shot]

NSFW

Backseat of his Brother’s Car by @soulofapatrick (pre-outbreak) [one-shot] I’ll Have Another by @wyn-n-tonic (pre-outbreak) [one-shot] Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink (pre-outbreak) [multi]

SFW

NSFW Crave by @allfoolsinluv (no outbreak) [multi] Long, Long Time by @devnmon (post-outbreak) [one-shot]

SFW

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

[danicruel]

Who do you think would win in a game of "who can go the longest without touching the other person" w/ Abigail and her so 👀

Okay, so I totally headcanon Abby as the touchiest, snuggliest gf when she’s alone with her babe — and because of this, I think Abby is going down in a competition like this one.

Like, her love language is just way too deeply programmed into her for her to have any fighting chance of remembering to keep her hands off them. So, if this kind of competition were to begin while the two of them are watching a movie on the couch, for example, sure, she’ll remember not to touch for the first couple minutes. But the second she stops actively thinking about the competition, she’s losing — and losing fast.

Because at that point, it’s second nature to wrap her arm around her love’s shoulders and tug them into her side. To press her cheek down on the top of their head. To curl her fingers around the nape of their neck and stroke her fingers into the shorter hair there.

She’s a big ol’ softie who can’t keep her mitts to herself, and when she does inevitably lose, she’s absolutely fine with it!

[adhdprincess]

AU where Ellie and Tommy don't go after Abby

**TLOU2 SPOLIERS**

Ellie takes it the hardest. On good days, she says a few sentences and eats a half a plate of food. On bad days, you're lucky if she comes from under her covers.

Tommy overworks himself to avoid his grief, but it finds him whenever he takes a second to breathe.

Dina moves into the shed with Ellie, taking care of her every need, but exhaustion and morning sickness are taking a toll. With growing dread, Dina suspects she might be pregnant.

Every day after patrols, Tommy sits at Ellie's bedside to give Dina a break. No one says it out loud, but they're all worried about what Ellie would do if left alone for too long.

A blizzard comes one week. Ellie stops speaking and won't eat more than a forkful at a time. Dina's at a loss, fearing that Ellie's wasting away. Tommy tries to get her to come back, but his efforts do little more than Dina's.

One day, after an hour at Ellie's bedside, he picks up her guitar. He's out of practice, but he falls into old strumming patterns soon enough.

Ellie doesn't stir and Tommy remembers the times he and Joel would play guitar as kids. The grief overwhelms him and he stops playing, giving into the sobs.

Most days, Tommy plays guitar and sings quietly. When he plays, it's like he's bringing Joel back to life.

Ellie rolls over, facing him, the most movement she's made in hours. Blinking, she extends a hand and they sit there crying. The pain is heavy, but carrying it together helps the both of them.

One day, when the grief lets up just a bit, Ellie sits up and sings with him:

Skip to middle- the singer sounds like game Ellie/Ashley Johnson 🥹

You go on, on, on...

Just like a river, you'll go on...

[wordywarriorwrites]

Clearly

Title: Clearly | A03 | Rating: T+

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: Joel’s spent a year trying to get a read on you. One night, you finally let him.

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence. Hints of spice. Language.

Joel can’t remember the last time he really wanted a woman.

Being a single father had made dating a challenge. Then, the world ended. And as for Tess? Well, they never managed to be on the same page – her always needing something more and him being unable to give it.

Now, things are different. And there’s you. Sitting across from him, feeding Tommy’s son, and looking like a confusing combination of a bad idea and something that might be good for him.

This isn’t the first meeting. Or the first shared dinner. Still, Joel’s so damn nervous just being near you that his palms are actually sweating where they rest on his knees beneath the table. There’s an edge and an air about you – something that makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle.

It beckons him – tempts him to take a risk and get a closer look.

You’re a mutual friend of Tommy and Maria. Joel’s known you for about a year now and has seen you around town enough to know people respect and trust you. In addition to teaching the kids of Jackson their ABCs and 1-2-3s, he’s watched you plant flowers, sew busted buttons, and calm unruly horses. You’re damn good with a rifle and decent at darts.

Hell, even Ellie likes you – in fact, she’s practically monopolizing you, peppering you with questions while Maria and Tommy set the table, and you answer everything while simultaneously (and successfully) scooping mashed peas into the gummy mouth of a gurgling, wriggling baby who seems to adore you.

Joel used to be so good at knowing what people were thinking, what made them tick, but consistent food, safety, and shelter have made him softer and more complacent than he ought to be. He thinks he gets glimpses – brief flashes of bridled wildness that appear when you’ve had a few too many, or when the townsfolk get a little rowdy, or when the odd fight breaks out. It’s rare, but he swears he’s seen it. Then again, perhaps he’s misreading you entirely.

Maybe he just sees in you the edge he used to have.

If he recalls correctly, you’re around his age – maybe a handful of years younger. Save for a vicious scar of unknown origins at the base of your throat, you seemed to have fared better than he did, all things considered. You sure as hell aged better – becoming laugh lines, no grays, and zero complaints about your back and knees. You’re a damn fine-looking woman, but he’s met beautiful women before, and he’s never been this affected.

In fact, it’s been more than twenty years since he’s felt the type of pull that makes him want to do something other than run or just ignore it. You’ve piqued his curiosity. Made something misfire in his brain. He doesn’t know whether to be wary, turned on, or scared.

“You alright, Miller?” you prompt.

Joel stares dumbly at you. You waggle the bowl of potatoes at him. He offers an awkward head bob and a mumbled thanks before overserving himself and clumsily passing the dish off to his brother.

Aside from his blunder, the rest of dinner is uneventful, with the evening being mostly comprised of small talk centered around work rotations, wall maintenance, and supply audits. Joel doesn’t really have much to contribute and save for the occasional yes or no response to a direct question, he’s silent. The baby gets passed around a few times before the night’s over, and by the end of it, he’s exhausted and can’t exactly pinpoint why.

Maria and Tommy see everyone out, sending you and Ellie home with baskets brimming with leftovers. Joel heads off with a wave and a yawn, following the two of you down the stairs and onto the street. He’s not paying much attention, just moseying along until the place he and Ellie call home comes into view.

“You head inside,” you murmur to Ellie. “I wanna talk to Joel for a minute.”

Ellie looks back and forth between the two of you, “Everything cool?”

You laugh, “Yeah. Just boring, adult stuff. Nothing that would interest you.”

The quirk of the kid’s brow suggests she knows better, and she doesn’t budge until Joel waves her off. When Ellie slows and looks back, he shoos her again. As soon as she disappears into the house and closes the front door, you set your basket at your feet and let out a sigh.

“Well, I’m sure she’s looking out the window, so, let’s get to it,” you declare.

One moment, he’s standing across from you, watching the moonlight highlight the apples of your cheeks. The next, you’ve got the lapels of his flannel balled up in your fists, and you’re yanking him forward. You kiss him hard – almost like you’ve got something to prove – but you don’t fumble it. You hit him with a heady, one-two-punch combination of teeth and tongue that sends something scorching zipping up his spine, turning him from a passive spectator to an aggressive participant.  

In his haste to reciprocate, he kicks over your basket of leftovers, but you don’t protest. And when he palms your ass, bringing your bodies flush and pressing against you tight, you don’t stop him. In fact, you make a little sound in the back of your throat that shakes the hell out of him – like this is what you were after and what you wanted all along. Joel knows he’s in danger because he’s already flying high with just a kiss, and your fingertips grazing his patchy beard before finding their way into his messy hair makes his belly swoop and his breath catch.

You pull away first, and he chases your mouth, eagerly and greedily brushing his lips against yours a few more times before clearing his throat and standing to his full height.

“Dunno about you,” you sigh, tone warmer than a banked fire. “But I feel better.”

He laughs, and your answering smile cranks up the odd, giddy feeling that’s floating somewhere in the region of his chest. Joel stares at you for a time. You stare right back. No awkwardness, no apprehension. The shared moment comfortably dissipates, and the two of you work together to repack the basket.

“Can I walk you home?” he offers.

“Better not,” you banter, tone all flirtatious as you secure the basket’s handle in the crook of your elbow “If I get you alone or near a bed… Could be dangerous.” 

Joel grins and rubs the back of his neck, “Well, if you change your mind.”

You don’t have to say it because he knows. Joel knows he’ll see you again. Kiss you again. That you’ll claim him as your own and that you’ll belong to him. He knows it because when he looks into your eyes, he’s finally – and perhaps with only your blessing – able to see you clearly.

[toointojoelmiller]

Update: I continue to work on all things! Nothing is abandoned! New chapters will come!

The actual, fun and exciting update: I'm going to start recommending a few AMAZING TLOU fics that you might have missed on my blog every Saturday for the next while.

I hope you find some new great reads to keep you going while we wait for season 2 - our fandom is seriously so freaking talented, and there are SO many incredibly written fics out there that I want to yell about a bunch of them! Please reblog!

These fics will vary re: how closely they stick to canon and what themes they explore, but you can expect them all to be wonderfully written and, obviously, heavily feature Joel Miller.

Some of these, including this weeks, may include mature content - make sure to read and heed the trigger warnings listed on ao3!

I have never really been interested in fan fiction with OCs, so I missed out on this week's recommendation for a long time and I bet a lot of you did too. It's both a wonderfully told Joel love story and a fic that, in my opinion, really honours the world and characters of TLOU.

Go Your Own Way by @chronicallyonlinewriter 232,575 words || 31 chapters rating: mature [see ao3 tags for full content warnings] featuring: post season/game 1 life in Jackson, angst, fluff, action, romance, smut, plenty of protective Joel and parent Joel

You can check out a review from @march-flowerr below, describing some of what makes this story so special: (vague general spoilers re: themes and mature content)

“Go Your Own Way stands, in my mind, as one of the most well written piece of fiction on Archive of Our Own. Nandorluna has such an intimate and authentic take on the existing characters that we know and love (on Joel and Ellie and all the Jackson gang) but it’s her ability to create stunning, well fleshed out original characters that drew me to her story initially. Her main character, Benny, moves across the story in such a visceral and realistic way; her arc spans not just the present canon timeline, but transports us through an entire lifetime: from childhood to outbreak, to first love, to first loss, to heartbreak and grief and then finally, to her heart’s final resting place: Joel Miller.

Zee manages to write about and embrace such difficult topics as assault, pregnancy loss, and grief without ever once making a show of it. She handles each moment with quiet dignity and intense self reflection; she draws beauty from the hollow depth of heart ache and despair without ever once losing the thread of hope that The Last of Us is known for.

At the heart of Go Your Own Way is the love story of Joel and Benny. Zee manages to create a compelling story about brokenness and connection and the raw, rare glory that is finding someone with whom you can begin to fit yourself together with again. It’s a story of family - of people who when left to wander, find their hearts drawn to each other. It’s a story about love - each relationship, from Benny and Alexei’s long friendship, to Ellie and Joel’s turbulent first years, to Benny and Joel’s steadfast devotion for each other, caters to the soul. It’s a story that I’ve found myself returning to, again and again, in all moods and places in life. If I could change anything about it, it would only be that it did have to end after all."

If you read and love this, please please show the author some love and leave a kudos and comment!! Happy fandoming y'all.

[jacksonscouts]

It's good to be back, Scouts! Find a spot on a log and check out this fluffy fic from our wonderful Scout, @sixhours! It's from her series called "Happy Birthday, Baby Girl."

They take a right from the tower and hike deeper into the forest toward the sound of running water. The stream sparkles in the last of the evening sun as they settle on the embankment with their fishing rods.

Joel shows her how to dig into the soft parts of the soil for worms to use as bait (gross, but cool), how to wind them around the hook and stab them to secure them (just gross), and how to cast the line so it doesn’t get tangled in the brush on the side of the bank (nearly impossible).

After a few minutes, Ellie shifts from one foot to the other. “Now what?”

“We wait. If you feel a bite on the line, start to reel it in.”

They do. She holds the pole and she waits. And waits. And–

She slaps at a mosquito on her neck, then another one on her arm. Her nose itches and her hair tickles her ears. She recasts the line when it bobs and drifts too far, reeling it back in, watching as Joel does the same.

“So how long does this usually take?” she says when she’s cast for the fifth time and felt absolutely nothing. She watches the bobber drift along with the current. The sun has dropped behind the trees, taking most of the heat out of the air.

“Long as it takes.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Gonna take even longer if you keep yappin’ and scarin’ the fish away.”

She rolls her eyes, mimicking him. “‘Yappin’ n’ scarin’ the fish away.’”

He side-eyes her, but his cheek twitches the way it does when he’s trying not to laugh at one of her puns.

“Did you used to fish a lot?”

“When I was a kid, mostly. Old man took us out once in a while.”

“So…early Jurassic period?”

“Yep,” he says easily. “Rode my dinosaur to the lake n’ back.”

“Har har,” she says, swatting at a mosquito that’s buzzing around her left ear. “I just thought there’d be, more, y’know…fish.”

“I liked it about as much as you do, at the time. Never caught much,” he grimaces, reeling in his line and casting it again. “Think the old man just liked gettin’ away from our mama so he could get shitfaced in peace.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Wholesome.”

“Not the word I’d use. Anyway, spent more time pushin’ Tommy in the lake than I did catchin’ fish.”

Now that sounds like fun. “Can I push you in if we don’t catch anything?”

“You can try,” he smirks.

More time passes. Ellie shifts on her feet and swats at more mosquitos, trying and failing to imagine Joel as a kid.

“Man…I wanna ride a dinosaur,” she sighs.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel mutters, but he’s smiling.

Then there’s a distinct tug on her line, so forceful and surprising she almost lets the whole contraption go.

“Joel!”

“What?”

“It’s…it’s going! What the fuck do I do?”

“Well don’t panic,” he says, setting his pole down carefully, wedging it between two large rocks. “Hold on, kid, I gotcha.”

“It’s probably a fucking boot or something,” Ellie says, holding the pole back with both hands to keep it steady, unable to reel in whatever is on the other end for fear of losing her grip.

“Dunno about that. It’s movin’. Here,” he says, offering a hand over hers to support the pole while she switches to turning the reel, the tension growing with each turn.

“Good job, not too fast or the line’ll snap,” Joel says. “Sometimes ya just gotta let ‘em run with it a little, wear ‘em out.”

Soon she can see the silvery green-red fish thrashing at the surface of the water.

“Holy shit!”

“Lookit that,” he grins, helping her lift the fish out of the water by the line as it writhes and flails. “Guess you get to eat tonight.”

She can’t help but be a little disappointed when she gets a good look at the result of her efforts. She’d been picturing a monster fish given how strong it had been, but the thing isn’t even a foot long.

“I thought it was gonna be a fuckin’ shark.”

“Sometimes the little ones fight the hardest,” he says softly, and she’s glad the fading light hides her blush. She’s pretty sure he’s not just talking about the stupid fish.

He puts the poor creature out of its misery by smashing its head with a rock, then promises to show her how to gut and filet the slimy, scaly thing once they’re back at camp. She silently vows to try a bite even if the thought turns her stomach.

“You gonna try again?” he asks.

She does, digging up a fresh worm and re-baiting her hook while Joel goes back to his line. By the end of the hour, they’ve caught two more trout and Ellie’s stomach is growling.

“Better than fishing with your old man?” she asks on the trek back to camp.

He huffs a soft laugh. ”Yeah, kiddo. Much better.”

[blessedcrow]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @adhdprincess! Here’s an extract from my long overdue Last of Lincoln’s longfic.

I’m not sure of anyone to tag that hasn’t been mentioned elsewhere, so if you see this, just take this as a prompt to post your own WIP 😊

[bugrry]

Bookstore Girl || ellie williams x fem!reader

hello lovelies!! firstly i want to thank @els-dayz for writing up this prompt because i've been wanting to start writing for ellie but i was suffering from some crippling writer's block and couldn't come up with anything for the life of me. all my love goes to liyah <33

masterlist || requests are open

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none i think! just wlw sweetness <3

You really hadn’t wanted to leave the Boise QZ. You’d grown up there; you had friends, a decent job posting, and most importantly, no real idea of where else you could even go. But the FEDRA officers had started crossing lines. They’d started to withhold ration cards, raided homes when they knew the occupants were out on job details, and even brutalized those who disobeyed even the smallest rules. You had tried to be an obedient citizen, but you could feel things were getting worse. You couldn’t just stick around and wait to get killed. This had been your home, but it was becoming more and more unrecognizable with every passing day. 

So you made a plan to get out. 

You had been hearing whispers of a large settlement in western Wyoming, and after spending a few days studying old maps, you deemed the journey doable. 

After packing a few bags, circling Jackson on the map, and waiting for the sun to go down, you finally put the plan you’d been piecing together into action. Your escape went by in a blur, but somehow, by sheer luck, you’d wormed your way into FEDRA’s stables and made away with one of their horses. 

The ride took you about a week. You were grateful you’d chosen to leave before the winter became too brutal, but the wind still whipped at any bare skin. By the time you came upon the Jackson city limits, your whole body ached, your hands were nearly raw, and you were sure you reeked. Once they had deemed you as someone who was not a threat to their community, you were allowed inside the walls. You were pleasantly surprised by how tightly knit the community was. Everyone seemed to know everyone, and they all just wanted the best for one another. There were no officers berating citizens, no one hiding in alleys to avoid being caught, and no one shoveling anything other than snow off the paths.

You sat down with Tommy and Maria and they asked you where you were from, why you left, and what you wanted from Jackson. You told them what was happening in Boise and that, even though it pained you to admit it, the city was no longer your home. They were sympathetic, and they fixed you up in a small townhouse near the library. You were positively ecstatic. Not just at the fact that you had been welcomed into Jackson and been given a home, but at the fact that they had a library.

You’d regretfully had to leave an extensive book collection back in Boise. You wanted to bring at least a few of your favorites with you, but your bags were already packed full of supplies and you knew the additional paper would only weigh you down. So, with a sigh and embarrassingly, a few tears, you left them behind.

Now, as you walk through the aisles of the Jackson library, you feel a warmth in your chest that you hadn’t felt in months. You’re absolutely elated at the idea of being able to just walk in and read books you’ve never even heard of instead of having to trade a portion of your weekly ration cards for a new book. You run a finger over the spines of the books as they sat on their shelves, and would occasionally pull out a title that speaks to you.

As you round a corner in order to comb through another row of books, your eyes catch on a title you’ve been in love with for years and you find yourself drawn to it like a magnet. You had been absolutely devastated when you’d had to leave it behind, and had it been a shorter book you would have taken it along with you, but your copy just took up too much space for you to be able to justify it. 

The book sits on the top shelf, just barely out of your reach, and you huff as you approach it. You turn to look for a step stool or ladder of some kind when your eyes land on a girl instead. She has her head bent over a book as she reads the back cover with a soft frown on her face. Her chin-length auburn hair frames her face beautifully as a guitar sits slung over her shoulder. You find yourself captivated by her. 

She must feel you staring at her because she turns her head toward you and her frown softens as her eyes meet yours.

“I–um…” you begin to stumble out an apology as the intensity of her eyes takes you aback, “I’m sorry, I was just wondering if you could grab this book off the top shelf for me?”

You point to the book in question as she approaches you with a smile and a nod. She reaches above you and your breath catches in your throat. You catch a whiff of her and you swear your knees just about buckle in response. When she pulls away from you with the book in her hand, you find yourself missing her warmth and you almost ask her to grab another book for you just so you can be that close to her again. 

She hands you the book as she mumbles a soft, “There you are,” before she moves to turn away from you. You panic as you watch her retreating figure and you speak before you even know what you’re going to say.

“Wait!”

She turns back toward you abruptly, her eyes wide. She doesn’t walk back in your direction, but she also doesn’t continue down the aisle. You let out a breath, puffing your cheeks as you approach her. You're digging in your brain for words but become frustrated when you come up empty.  She doesn’t say anything, just raising a brow at you as you come to a stop in front of her. 

“Um…” you start, just to stop her from walking away from you again, “I’m Y/N. I’m new to Jackson and you’re, like, the first person I’ve met other than Tommy and Maria. I just wanted to introduce myself,” you say awkwardly.

The girl smiles at you softly, reaching her right hand out in offering. You grasp it and your knees almost buckle once again at the feeling of her fingers gripping your hand. 

“I’m Ellie,” she says once your hands part, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you begin to panic, you don’t know how to keep this conversation going but you do know that you never want it to end. Luckily Ellie takes that responsibility off your hands. 

“Have you, uh, had a tour of the town yet?” she asks, rubbing her hand nervously along the seam of her pants. You smile brightly at her and shake your head. She smiles back at you as though she’d just been told that she won the lottery. 

“Let me show you around then, yeah?”

“I’d like that.”

—

After the two of you check out your books and she begins to show you around Jackson, your conversation never once ceases. You two talk about everything and nothing, and by the time Ellie runs out of things to show you, you feel as though you’ve known her forever. You point out where your house is and she walks you to your door. The two of you stand on the steps leading up to your front door silently for a few moments before you turn to unlock your door.

“Wait…” Ellie starts suddenly, making you turn back toward her, “I had a lot of fun with you today. I want to see you again.”

“Well, Jackson isn’t very big, Ellie,” you chuckle.

“I mean-” she starts, but you interrupt her.

“I know what you mean, Els. I had fun today too. I definitely want to see you again,” without looking away from her, you twist the doorknob and push the door open. “You want to come inside? I…I don’t have much in the way of drinks or entertainment, but I really don’t want tonight to end.” However, when you push the door all the way open, you are reminded of the truly barren state of your new home. With a grimace, you turn back to Ellie, who is just smiling at you. 

“How about we go to my place?” she suggests instead, “I can take you shopping tomorrow if you like. Promise to get you some good stuff.”

You smile even brighter back at her, “I would love that. Show me the way?”

She nods and reaches out her hand, nodding in its direction as an instruction for you to grab it. You obey her silently, wrapping your fingers around her slender hand. She squeezes your hand and you can feel your cheeks ache from how much you’d been smiling. She leads you back down the dirt path, past the library, and it's just a few minutes farther before the two of you come up to what you assume is her home. She drops your hand to unlock and open her door, and your hand feels so cold you almost whine. Ellie pushes her door open and grabs your hand again, pulling you through the threshold. You giggle at her excitement as she leads you to her couch and sits you down. Ellie smiles down at you before she turns toward what you assume is her kitchen. After a few steps, she turns her head back toward you.

“You want anything to drink?” she asks you as she reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a couple of glasses.

“Just water, thanks.” Ellie hums in response and fulfills your request quickly. She returns to you and sits down on the couch next to you, handing you your cup. You thank her quietly and look up at her. Like before, you are positively captivated by being so close to her, you wish you could look at her for the rest of your life. She smiles softly at you and leans in. Your heart begins to race, did you brush your teeth this morning? What about your hair, is it okay? Oh God, you hope you’re not a disappointment.

She simply pecks you on the lips before pulling away, smiling all the while. 

“You’re cute,” she says before she takes a sip of her drink. You feel your face warm and you look down at your cup with an embarrassing smile on your face. 

“You’re one to talk,” you say as you look up at her through your lashes. She hums softly at you before scooching closer to you. 

“You want to watch something?”

“Sure, what do you have?”

After a few minutes of deliberation, you two decide to watch one of Ellie’s favorite movies. It ends up being some shitty action movie that you can’t bring yourself to focus on. Instead, you spend the movie sneaking peeks at the girl next to you. During a lull in the movie’s action, she catches you looking over at her, and she wraps her arm around you and pulls you closer to her. You smile and settle yourself into the space between her arm and her ribs.

Eventually, you pull away from her and ask, “can I lay my head in your lap?”

She smiles sweetly at you and nods, “only if I can play with your hair while you do it.”

You chuckle quietly and shuffle your body so that your head rests on her thighs. You don’t want to turn away from her, so you decide to just lie on your back so you can watch both her and the movie. However, you end up spending more time looking up at her as she repeatedly runs her fingers over your hair than you do the movie. Her movements are so calming and the day has been so long that you feel your eyelids getting heavy. As much as you want to keep watching her, you allow yourself to drift off.

–

You are awoken by your name being called softly and the credits rolling on the TV in front of you.

“Sorry,” you say, sitting up, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,”

“It's okay,” she says, her face flushed, “it was nice.”

You look up at her, smiling softly before you scooch up closer to her face.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask nervously, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Ellie responds by planting her lips on yours and moving her hands up to cradle your head. The two of you move in sync for a few minutes before she maneuvers the two of you to lie down on the couch. She pulls away from you for a moment and speaks to you breathlessly.

“We don’t have to do anything more tonight, I just want to kiss on you for a little. There’s no pressure.”

You smile and nod, leaning back up toward her to reconnect your lips. You get lost in the smell and the taste of her and you find yourself thinking about how long she’d kiss you. She must be a mind reader because she pulls away again.

“God, I could just kiss you forever,” she pants before she connects her lips to your neck and sucks lightly. You groan quietly at the movement and feel her smile against your neck before she pulls away to press light kisses over any bare skin available to her. After she’s kissed over your whole neck, she pulls away and sits up. You almost whine, but she rubs her hands along your body, and you can’t find it in you to complain. 

“Can I take you up to my room?” she asks, and you feel your breath catch and your heart rate spike, “not to do…that. I’m sorry love, I’m too tired to treat you like you should be treated, but I really want you to stay the night.”

You smile, heaving a nervous sigh out of your mouth, “I really want me to stay the night too.”

She smiles back at you and leans down again, pressing her lips to yours before pulling your body back up with hers. You yelp as she moves your body into her arms and lifts you from the couch. You don’t see where she’s taking you, you’re too enraptured with watching her arms flex as she carries you through her house. 

Soon enough though, you’ve reached her bedroom, and she sets you down on some surprisingly comfortable sheets.

“I have some spare pajamas for you if you like, and maybe a spare toothbrush somewhere,” she says as she begins digging through her drawers. You don’t respond to her, you just watch as she putters around her room in search of nighttime toiletries to lend you. You smile at the domesticity of it all. She returns with a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a toothbrush.

“Got this from the commissary last week so it’s clean,” she says, handing the toothbrush to you.

“Oh,” you giggle, “were you preparing for a guest?” She laughs lightly and turns away from you to pull off her day clothes. Once again, you find yourself tracing the outline of her lean body with your eyes, and you’re transfixed by the way she moves. 

Once you’re both ready for bed, she returns to your side and pulls the covers back, ushering you to do the same. She flips the lamp off and you snuggle up to her, sighing as you return to her warmth and her smell. She wraps her arms around you and shifts you so that you’re almost laying on top of her.

“Today was a good day,” she whispers into the dark air, “I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Ellie,” you whisper back before snuggling further down, "thank you for welcoming me to Jackson," you hear yourself mutter before you drift off into the most fitful sleep you’ve ever had.

a/n - i'm not sure how i feel about this because i'm posting it while very very high but my friends say its good so here you go <33 i hope you enjoy bc i had a lot of fun writing this!!!

requests for ellie are open !!

[danicruel]

How do you think Abby would react to being called babygirl by her so 🥺

Omg Abby would absolutely meltttttt.

She’s such a sucker for pet names. Like, the first time you even just called her something as simple as “baby”, she was immediately bashful. Blushing and grinning, ducking her head into your neck in an attempt to hide how much she was affected by it.

I feel like she especially likes “baby girl” because she’s so often been lumped in as “being one of the boys” and hasn’t had much attention ever drawn to how feminine she actually is. Which is just ridiculous because she’s definitely not one of the boys at all — she’s just tall and jacked, and she definitely still deserves to be spoiled and doted on and fussed over like the baby girl she is!!