#tlou fanficton

[wildlyfreemoon]

i just want to say, that there is no bad joel miller fanfiction. like all the writers for tlou and joel in particular are so good, the plots are good, the writing is good, the warnings are always good so i know what im in for, the summaries are always inticing so i always read it anyway or put it on my tbr list.

idk im in love with any joel miller writer xoxo

[doll444luv]

do you ever read a fanfiction that is labled 18+ by the writer and come to be so shocked that someone over the age of eighteen wrote this without any form of proper grammar?

[liv-doesnt-care]

I lwk start wanna posting fanfiction...like smut/fluff imagines 🙈 @gogodancingtonight

[raintheegg]

Ro’s writing always captivates me. I literally feel like I’m there when I’m reading their stories. Please if you have any interest in The Last of Us read their work. If you like Star Wars, they have a whole series dedicated to The Mandalorian who acts as a bodyguard for a princess. That description may turn you off at first but it it WELL worth the read. I have cried many times while reading it. It is a thrilling tale filled with unexpected turns and romance.

I genuinely cannot recommend Ro enough to anyone who enjoys a good WELL written fanfic.

With love, Rain🩵

Every Now and Then - ch. one

[ I Dream of Something Wild ]

pairing : joel miller x f!reader, platonicsoulmate!tommy & f!reader

word count : 6.4k

summary : Joel Miller destroyed you. He loved you, then he left, leaving you in the New York City, QZ. But he's a good southern gentleman, so of course he didn't leave you without a reminder of the time you spent together. Four years later you're living in Jackson, in a lovely little ranch house. (With your reminder.) The last person you want to see is Joel Miller, unfortunately you've never been particularly lucky.

tags/warnings : 18+ mdni, angst, canon typical violence, injury, language, manipulation, joel takes advantage of readers situation, eventual smut, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, she is picked up by joel at one point but i'm a firm believer that he's strong enough to lift any one who may find themselves in the pov of our reader, joel is possessive and controlling, dark!joel miller in a sense?? like he's not really dark now but he's going to be, multiple time lines, not canon compliant, mentions of prostitution, i sorta made up my own timeline, i probs missed tags sorry!!

a/n : i really need to fix my writing schedule so i'm hoping that having a new fic to put my energy into is going to help!! also sorry if this chapter doesn't have much going on i need to set up a lot of stuff but i promise more action in future chapters

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He crept up on you like the shadows as the sun sets in the west. An all encompassing darkness that blotted out the sun until all that was left was night. He sunk his claws into you so deep that your eyes adjusted to the dark, and you didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you shrunk away from the inevitable sunrise that made him cower away from the dawn as if he never really was big and scary. 

And in the light of day you saw him for what he really was.

He was just a man, who was once a boy, who was scared of the dark. 

So he made himself big, and terrifying, and he grew so accustomed to the thing he once feared that the very idea of anything else made him recoil.

You feel something akin to pity when you think of him now. That doesn’t mean you forgive him, but when you can stomach it you try to, for the sake of your peace. You’d probably be happier if you could just forgive him. 

But you can’t.

So you don’t. 

It’s hard when his own blood doesn’t think he’s a good man. Tommy was afraid of him. Terrified at the very thought of his big brother. You can recall several nights where you had woken up to him screaming in the sleeping bag beside you, absolutely petrified of a memory that had inevitably snuck in through the darkness. You never feared him quite like that, but seeing the effect he has on Tommy makes your stomach churn, a painful reminder of your own suffering.    

Most of the time it’s easier to just not think of him at all, despite the reminders he’s branded into you forever. You ignore him when he tries to soak back into your very being, but at the end of the day he’s unavoidable. You see him in the dark brown eyes of others, hear him in Tommy’s southern drawl, taste him when you have the occasional sip of whiskey. He tries and tries relentlessly to worm his way back into you, but you never let him. You put up walls and you focus on other things, anything, that isn’t Joel Miller. And even though you can’t forget him entirely you manage to ignore the memory of the man you once loved for several years.  

Until one day it’s impossible to keep the thought of him away. 

Until he himself makes it impossible.

Then - NEW YORK CITY, QUARANTINE ZONE : 2019

“Stay off of it or you’re going to lose it.”

That’s what the QZ doctor had told you. A couple weeks of bed rest was the most he could offer when you came to him with your broken ankle. 

A couple weeks without working is a death sentence. 

If you don’t work you won’t be able to afford food. And you don’t have anybody to fall back on, no family, no friends, not even an acquaintance to borrow funds from. 

Lose your leg or starve. 

As appealing as it sounds, starvation isn’t an option, too painful. 

So you have to work. The only issue with that is you’ve been blacklisted, the stupid doctor had you put on a no-shift list. You beg them to let you work, you’ll do anything, but they never budge. 

You only have enough ration cards stocked up to make it to the end of the week so you have to consider your other options. You could sell yourself. It certainly isn’t uncommon and the money’s good but it’s too dangerous, especially if you can’t run on your leg. You’ve seen too many people get hurt in that profession to risk it. You don’t have a trade. You’re terrible at sewing, you can’t cook, there isn’t a need for much of anything else and you own nothing valuable. 

So there’s only one other option for you. 

You steal. 

You dress inconspicuously, in your only pair of jeans and a plain shirt, both of which are getting rather tattered at this point but you have nothing else. With your jacket on you pull up your hood and you do the exact thing you aren’t supposed to do, and you walk. 

The conditions in the QZ are poor enough that your limp doesn’t stand out. You walk up and down the streets all day, slow and steady, with your head down and you don’t take risks. You don’t take anything big or obvious, just little things. A single ration card peeking out of a pocket, a pocket knife off a vendor's table, stale bread, set away from the good stuff where no one is looking. And you return home each night with your pockets full and your leg aching. 

By the end of your second week you’re still barely scraping by but you’re managing. What little ration cards you manage to snatch you use to buy food, but it’s still nothing compared to what you’re used to making. Your ankle feels worse by the day. 

You need more. 

You need to find a source of income that will let you rest or you’re going to lose your leg, which will leave you in an even worse position. It isn’t until you hear your neighbor slam his door that you come up with an idea. 

Your neighbor probably has more cards than he knows what to do with, and he’s always coming and going so he probably wouldn’t even notice if you skimmed a little off the top. Nothing substantial, just enough to keep you going and give your leg time to heal. 

The only problem is your neighbors reputation. 

You doubt you’d have much of a chance of surviving him if you got caught. Joel Miller was a bit of an urban legend around the QZ. Of course you only knew him as your stoic neighbor, just a guy who didn’t make a lot of noise and came home at strange hours, and sometimes disappeared for days at a time. 

But everyone else acted as if he was some kind of Boogey Man. You didn’t see him much in the streets but when you did children ran and people whispered, and while you had no knowledge of how he earned that reputation you knew it probably wasn’t pretty. 

So you’d have to be careful. 

He’s gone now, you’d heard him stopping down the hall so you decide it couldn’t hurt to take a peek, just scout out the area. 

You climb out onto the fire escape, your leg aching as you do, and you use the dull little knife you’d stolen a few days ago to shimmy open his window lock. It slides open pretty easily, he’s probably rather confident that nobody would ever mess with him so he doesn’t seem to have the usual precautions taken to protect his belongings. 

Lucky you. 

Stepping into the room you wince as you land on your bad leg, stumbling onto the floor, knocking a board loose in the process. 

“Shit.” You groan, sitting up quickly, trying to put everything back in its proper place when you catch a glimmer of something under the floor. 

A revolver. 

You shouldn’t be here. Joel Miller is a dangerous man, you knew that but you did this anyway, you can’t help but feel incredibly stupid as you stare at the weapon. You feel so stupid that you don’t even hear the click of a lock. You don’t even bother with the ration cards you can see peeking out from under the gun, you just want to leave and forget that you ever thought this was a good idea. It’s a struggle, getting back to your feet, your leg is throbbing, begging for a rest you can’t afford to take right now. With a groan you push the window open, eager for this silly idea to be over you try to figure out the best way to go about this. You’re starting to lose feeling in your leg, should you go bad leg first or try to balance on it while shimmying the rest of your body out the window? 

You never get to decide what the best course of action is because your head is slammed against the wall, your knees crumple underneath you as you hit the floor, the room spinning as your leg bends at an angle that makes you shriek. You slap your hand over your mouth but it’s far too late for that. He’s been here the whole time. It’s dark but you can still make out the foreboding shape of his figure. The broad shouldered beast that’s glaring down at you, his boot nudging your chin roughly as you bite back a shriek of fear. 

“I could report you to FEDRA for this.” The gruff voice whispers into the darkness. 

You’re desperate to avoid lockup, you know you’ll die in there, or worse. Although you’re not entirely sure what’s going to happen to you either way. 

“I- I’ll tell them about your contraband.” You point frantically at the loose floor board. “They’ll lock you up too.” His glare is unwavering as he stares down at you. You’re a little worried that he might just kill you himself, there would be no consequences, no one would be looking for you. 

No one would look for you. 

The thought makes you shudder and even though you try to stop yourself you feel your eyes beginning to water. You hear footsteps, watching his outline move across the room before you’re shrinking away from the light of a dim lamp in the corner. 

“You gotta be real dumb to find yourself in this situation.” He mutters, turning back around to stare at you. His gaze makes you want to cover yourself up, it’s like he can see every single part of you within that icy glare. You’ve never taken the time to really, truly look at him before but you do now, after all this might be your last chance to look at anything at all. 

He isn’t a terrible last sight. 

Sure, he’s ominous enough to make you want to try and run despite the ache in your calf right now, but that doesn’t make him any less handsome. In a rugged, weathered sort of way. He’s older than you thought, gray sprinkled throughout the mess of curls framing his face. What a nice face it is. Soft where it needs to be soft, sharp where it needs to be sharp. He marches back over to you, easily taking the pocket knife from your hand and crouching down in front of you.

“Give me one good reason not to finish you off right now.” He points the blade in the direction of your leg. “Seems like it’d be a mercy at this point.” 

Maybe he’s right. 

Maybe it would be a mercy to just let him put you out of your misery. Why have you been fighting so hard? You can’t seem to recall a reason other than the fact that that’s what you’re supposed to do. Your mind tells you that you’re supposed to keep fighting but you can’t think of a single driving force. You’re in pain, constantly, you live in a world that wants you dead, and you have no one relying on you. 

You don’t have a good reason, other than the fact that surviving is all you know how to do. So you look up at him and you nod. Taking in the sight of the pretty, frightening man one last time before closing your eyes. 

It feels good. You feel good, for the first time in a long time, knowing that you won’t hurt anymore. You won’t have to be afraid of someone kicking your door in, you won’t have to worry about where your next meal is going to come from, and you won’t have to worry about turning into a monster. It’s a mercy.

So you close your eyes.

Suddenly grateful for the killer before you, your guardian angel, here to deliver you the peace you didn’t know you needed. 

You wait patiently for the sting of a blade or the embrace of his hands around your throat but all you're met with is a sigh. When you finally find the courage to open your eyes he’s sitting on the edge of the bed across from you, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Just go.” He grumbles, muttering a few other words you don’t catch. 

You’re almost disappointed, having accepted this was the end, and now you’re being shoved back into the cold and unforgiving world. You start to get to your feet but your knees buckle under you. You try again, willing your leg to just work but much to your dismay you can’t even straighten out your leg anymore. When you try to move it all you find yourself only able to bend your knee a few inches.

Shit. 

You think of the fall you took on the way in and wonder if you finally pushed yourself to the limit. If you go back to the doctor will he remove the entire thing? Maybe you should just ask Joel to finish the job before it comes to that. It would be a kindness, between a quick death here or a slow death starving in your apartment you’ll take the quick way every time. Before you even have a chance to ask he’s on his feet. Maybe his patience has run out and you won’t have to ask at all. 

“Let me.” His voice rattles around in your head, so low and commanding that you put up no resistance as he lifts you up under your arms and sets you down on the edge of the bed where he just was. He flips the knife out, going to cut your jeans off of you but you stop him.

“Wait!” He freezes in place, giving you an impatient look. “These are my only jeans, just- just pull them down.” Before you can realize how embarrassing it might be to show your neighbor your faded pink panties, you're already unbuttoning your pants, lifting your hips up so he can pull them down your legs with a roll of his eyes. It’s painful, the feeling of the denim running against your skin but it’s better than not having any pants at all. 

Fuck. 

It’s been a while since you’ve actually looked at your leg. You’re surprised he was able to get your jeans off with how swollen it is, the flesh bulging around your ankle and now up your calf. The skin is shiny and blotchy with shades of purple and red. The sight of it makes you want to hurl but you manage to swallow the urge, looking away as he pokes at the tender flesh. 

“Christ girl, what the hell did you do?” When he grabs your ankle to lift your leg you yelp in pain, making him set your leg back down instinctively. 

“I just- it’s just a broken ankle.” You mumble as he gives you an incredulous look.

“Like hell it is.” Something about the sternness of his voice demands your obedience as you nod. “Wanna tell me what really happened?” 

“Well I- I fell and-” You struggle to find an excuse to justify how bad you let this get but you come up empty. So you tell the truth. “I fell off a ladder while painting over graffiti during my shift and broke my ankle. The doctor told me to stay off of it and- well, I couldn’t afford not to work so I just… didn’t” You rush through your words, staring anywhere else but into his demanding gaze as you explain yourself. 

“So you turned to stealin’.” He says it like the fact it is and you can only bring yourself to nod. “You need antibiotics.” He says just as matter of factly. “You know how much that sort of thing costs?” 

A lot. 

More than you’d have even if you were working overtime. 

He clears his throat and you finally meet his eyes. 

His eyes were so dark that day they threatened to swallow you whole. Were they always that dark? Or was it just that day, the first day, when he realized that he had you. 

“Look, I don’t do this kinda thing for just anybody. But I can help you.” He had sounded so kind, his hint of a smile had seemed so promising. 

“I can’t afford it-”

“You can use alternative methods to pay me back.” 

You told him you’d think about it. 

And he hadn’t pushed you, he had simply helped you back into your jeans and carried you back to your apartment. He told you he’d check on you tomorrow and see if you had an answer for him.

So when the next day came and you had a fever and your leg was throbbing, demanding your attention you’d been all too eager to accept his help. 

And just like that, it was your idea. 

It wasn’t his, he was blameless, you asked him to help you. And it didn’t matter who had suggested it first, it mattered who brought it up after. 

You had been certain that when he had told you you’d be using alternative methods to pay him back that his intentions were unsavory. And at that point you didn’t really care, you’d made your peace with that. The medicine you needed wasn’t cheap and you could find worse looking men who didn’t take care of themselves the way Joel did. 

But he wanted nothing of the sort. 

Southern Manners.

All he wanted was for you to take care of his apartment when he was out with his business partner, a woman who didn’t seem to dislike you but certainly didn’t care for you. He told you to take a week to just rest, take the medicine he brought you, eat the food that he fed you, and be good. So you did as he asked. And after a week you could move a bit more, you started spending your days at Joel’s tidying up and organizing while he was gone, it was much easier to stay off your leg for most of the day and he always made sure there was food and books for you while he was gone. And when he returned he would help you hobble back to your place and help you into bed without complaint and with a promise that he’d be back in the morning. 

But you still don’t relax around him.

It doesn’t make sense. Even someone who wasn’t known for their cruelty wouldn’t just take a stranger in. You’d like to believe that there’s good in people but you know better than to have that kind of faith. There isn’t enough left of the world to share the remains. Yet Joel does. He doesn’t ask to know you better and he certainly doesn’t tell you about himself yet he shows you more kindness than anyone else in your life has before. 

He must like having someone to take care of. 

That’s how you explain it to yourself. 

You watch him with Tess and it’s clear who’s in charge there, she barely even lets him stitch her up when she returns to the apartment. Joel gets frustrated every time, huffing and pacing around the room before finding some way to tend to you in her place. Icing your leg, or bringing you a new book to read, or feeding you. 

It took a few months for your leg to heal, it had been in such bad shape a part of you worried that it might never be the same as it once was. 

After the first month of your arrangement Joel told you his knees hurt and he wouldn’t be able to carry you home, you offered to just walk yourself over, your leg didn’t hurt that bad anymore and you were more than capable of walking short distances. But he insisted you stay, told you you could sleep in the bed and he’d take the couch.

But his knees hurt, you couldn’t let him do that. 

And you told him you’d take the couch and he told you he wouldn’t feel right making you sleep on the couch with your leg the way it was. 

So you told him you’d both just sleep in the bed. It wasn’t a big deal. You trusted him, of course you did, he had an opportunity to exploit you and he didn’t, if he was going to hurt you he would have done it already. 

He had acted unsure. 

You know now that it was acting. 

So you had insisted. You told him it was okay, you told him you felt safe with him. 

It was your idea. 

Even though it hadn’t been your idea to stay that night.

You had insisted he get in the bed with you. 

A fact that he would bring up often in the months to come. 

He would still help you to your apartment some nights, but just as often he’d complain about his knees and you’d stay. You got used to his warmth, you got used to waking up in his arms and not talking about it in the morning. 

So it made sense when he told you that you should keep your pajamas at his apartment. 

It made sense when he got a toothbrush for you to keep in his bathroom cabinet. 

It made sense when he told you that he couldn’t find new clothes in your size and you could just wear his. 

It made sense when he told you that he and Tess had never been a thing, so you had no reason to feel weird about sleeping in his bed. 

And it made sense when he told you that he’d hold onto the keys to your apartment, afterall you wouldn’t want to lose them. 

Joel Miller was a glue trap. And you had waded across his sticky surface without a care in the world, never realizing that it was getting harder and harder to move until you were standing still. Until the only way you were going to escape was by biting off your own leg. 

You don’t remember when you stopped returning to your own apartment completely, but you know that it happened early on, before you’d even started chewing. 

Now - JACKSON, WYOMING : 2023

“Ruth?” You’re gonna be late if you don’t find her soon. The turntable in the corner of the kitchen plays a 3 Doors Down song as you lift the table cloth, searching for the little girl. “We don’t have time to play, we need to get you to school.” You groan, turning to face the boy currently sitting in a highchair he’s just about grown out of. “Do you know where she is?” You cross your arms in front of your chest, glaring at him as he shrugs. 

Of course he isn’t going to tell. They look out for each other before anyone else, a fact that normally fills you with joy but not when they’re ganging up against you. Thankfully you catch his eye as he shoots a glance at the pantry. Pulling the door open you’re quickly met with the sight of Ruth, giggling on the floor. You pick her up, putting her in her own highchair before setting a plate of fruits down in front of her.

“Eat. We don’t have time to play this morning, young lady.” You poke your fork in her direction as you sit down across from them.

“Eat.” She repeats in a mocking tone, her brother erupting into a fit of giggles at the impression as you sigh. They need to be at the community center in half an hour. You make the job schedules on Friday and you need as much time as possible if you want to finish them in one day. You’re having a hard time focusing on the mess your son is making as he smashes each blueberry down onto the table before popping them into his mouth as you try to schedule your own weekend. 

You need to finish all of your work today while the kids are gone so you don’t have to juggle watching them and working later, it shouldn’t be too much of an issue, scheduling should only take a few hours if you really zero in on it. You have dinner with Tommy and Maria tomorrow and you promised to bring dessert so you’ll have to take the kids to the market tonight, which also means you’re going to have to find supplies to barter with before you go. 

You have nothing planned on Sunday.

You’ll have to change that. 

You hate having nothing to do.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as a blueberry hits you in the forehead. Both twins laugh now as you frown at them. 

“Behave or I’ll tell your aunt that you’ve been bad.” Both children look at each other nervously before returning to their breakfast. You were never stern enough with them. You loved them too much, you couldn’t ever bring yourself to yell at them, and it wasn’t like they were troublemakers by any means, they were just kids with a lot of energy in the mornings. And when they did misbehave a small threat of telling Maria was enough to make them stop whatever it was they were doing. 

You finish up your own plate and start getting ready to leave as the kids start giggling again to themselves. When their plates are empty you use a wet washcloth to clean their hands and faces before lifting each of them out of their respective seats, letting them run off a bit more energy before you head out. You set all three bags down in front of the door. Yours being the beige over the shoulder bag accompanied by two little backpacks. Ruth’s green canvas bag is covered in mud and other remnants of the yard that she’s brought in with her but Arthur’s purple backpack is kept neat and tidy. You slip into your coat before turning just in time to watch your son dive into the couch, quickly followed by his sister. 

“Come on little ducks. Time for school.” You take their jackets off the hook, holding them out to them as they rush over to you, tugging their own coats on before grabbing their bags, once you pull the door open they both rush out into the cool autumn morning, talking to each other in hushed tones. Always secrets with those two. It would probably make you a little worried if these were normal circumstances, the way they don’t let anyone in except each other, with you being the only exception. But the world is a terrifying place, it brings you peace to know that they have each other. 

A part of you is certain you wouldn’t have been able to handle just one. 

One little person relying on you, all while you’re doing your best to hold it all together? It sounds like a nightmare. It’s better that they have each other. Once you’re standing outside the community center, busy with parents dropping off their children, you kneel down. 

“Be good, if you behave today you can go to the market tonight.” The promise of the market has both of them grinning, showing off the teeth they’ve both recently had grow in. “I love you, I’ll see you in a bit.” You hold open your arms, each of them taking their respective sides as they wrap themselves around you. You take your daughter's face in your hands before pressing a kiss to her forehead, repeating the motion with your son. After a few “love you mama’s” they both run into the building, once you’re sure they’re safe inside you head off in the direction of town hall. 

You have what you would call the best job in town, despite the fact that no one else seems to want to do it. 

Maria understood when you arrived that you needed something that let you work from home if needed, you needed something that kept your mind busy but also gave you time with the kids. So you took care of the parts of Jackson most didn’t think about. 

You document all of the citizens, you make the shift schedules, and you make sure everyone has the necessities. You take care of housing, when big hauls from scavenging come in you divide them up among the people who need them. You make the meal schedules for the dining hall, and you make the crop schedules. 

You keep Jackson moving. 

When you arrived all of this was Maria’s job along with her other duties, when you told her you wanted something engaging and demanding she was more than willing to pass off those duties to you. So now you’ve got to make the schedule. Town hall is nothing more than a house with several desks for people doing work similar to yours but thankfully you’ve been lucky enough to reserve your own office in one of the bedrooms. 

Most Friday's Maria visits you for lunch but you know she’s on patrol currently, another perk of this job is knowing where everyone is, all the time.

No surprises. 

You hate surprises. (With a few exceptions.)

One of the exceptions is waiting for you in your office, Tommy sits with his legs up on your desk, reading over this past week's schedule. 

“You put me on crop harvest way more than anyone else.” He grumbles, tossing your notebook down.

“It’s the end of the season, everyones on crop harvest.” You lean down, kissing his cheek before taking your place across from him, immediately getting to work as he groans. 

“Maria gets to go on patrol.” 

“Council gets first dibs on patrols during harvest season.” The tip of your favorite pen is dry so you quickly bring it to your mouth, wetting it with your tongue before you start writing out jobs for this upcoming week. The second he sees how many farming related jobs you’re listing he leans back in his chair, groaning and running his fingers through his dark curls. 

Today’s his day off. You always gave anyone doing more manual labor three days off instead of two. 

“I can get you on one patrol shift but they’re going to need your help with the corn.” You write his name in with the Monday and Tuesday patrol squad, filling in the rest of his week with harvest as he grins. 

“Thank you, darlin’.” He drawls. You hate that nickname, you hate that he isn’t the first to give it to you but you never complain, you’d let Tommy get away with murder at this point. It’s the least you can do considering everything he’s given you. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. You’re only getting a two-day weekend next week.” You mumble, searching through the list of citizens, trying to pick out the people you know won’t mind the hard work. 

“Fine by me.” You have a complicated relationship with that smile of his. You can love it all you want but that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you uneasy, it doesn’t help that you’re starting to see that same smile in your son. 

“I was thinking about berry cobbler for tomorrow night.” Molly twisted her ankle last week, make sure she isn’t standing. You put her down for shucking corn, she can sit in the dining hall and work. 

“We have a bunch of extra sweet potatoes if you want to make sweet potato pie.” He takes your crop ledger, flipping through it, clearly not reading a thing. 

“Ruth hates sweet potatoes.” Marcus insists he’s capable of doing manual labor, his pride won’t let him act his age. You put him down for pushing the wheelbarrows, he won’t have to bend down to pick anything up but hopefully he’ll still feel like he’s doing enough. You’ve told him countless times that at his age he shouldn’t be working so hard but he always insists. 

“Shit, forgot about that. Maria might have some apples.” 

“I’ll stop by tonight before I take the kids to the market.” 

You’re thankful for Tommy.

He keeps your mind busy with conversation while you work, and he’s one of the only people you actually trust. By the time you’re almost done you know you need to go get the kids, with a conflicted glance at the clock you start to gather your things but Tommy beats you to it.

“I’ll go get them, Maria should be home from patrol soon, she’ll want to see them.” He’s already putting his coat on so you stay seated. 

“Are you sure?” You already know there’s no reason to argue, he’s stubborn, just like his brother. 

“It’s the least I can do to make up for bothering you all day.” He steps around the desk to give you a peck on the cheek before going to leave. “Just come by the house when you’re done, no rush.” And just like that he’s gone. 

You make quick work of your remaining duties. Finishing everything within a half an hour before heading out in the direction of the Miller’s farm house on the edge of town. It’s only a few houses away from your ranch house, a fact that you couldn’t be more grateful for, if it weren’t for Tommy and Maria you aren’t sure you’d have been able to handle those first few months of parenthood. Most people in town assumed Tommy must be the father purely based on how much effort he put into taking care of not only them, but you as well. As you make your way up their porch steps and into the living room you’re also reminded of the similarities. You can’t blame people for making assumptions, even Maria thought he was the father. The twins have his eyes, (which by association means that they also have his eyes, but you try not to dwell on that.) Ruth has your nose but Arthur has that Miller curve already starting to show on his little nose. Both little ones are sitting in the big recliner with their uncle as he tries to get them to settle down while he reads to them but the second they see you, both are scrambling out of the chair to hug your legs. 

And everything goes exactly how it’s supposed to. 

(Of course it does, you plan every day down to the minute.) 

You give Tommy the list of things you need along with a few things he can trade them for and he takes the kids down the street to the market as you sit at the kitchen counter, talking to Maria about her patrol. You had all planned to go to the market together but she’d insisted she was tired and you didn’t want her to be here alone so you stayed, helping her cook dinner. And you talked about all the things you knew you would, something cute the kids did, how her patrol went, what things you could put on the dining hall menu in the coming weeks. 

It’s all exactly how it should be. 

Until she frowns. 

“Are you busy Sunday?” You had sensed something was wrong with her but you assumed maybe she was just a little rattled coming off of a three day patrol. 

“No, did you need something?” You continue to chop up the sweet potatoes she now planned to use tonight instead of tomorrow. 

“We found a couple of strays, I thought maybe we could get them settled in.” 

Odd. 

Normally finding survivors would be the first thing she mentioned after returning, even stranger is the fact that she’d often waste no time getting them supplies and a home to make their own. But you're not one to question Maria’s judgment.

“Sure, we can do that Sunday morning.” You want to ask questions about it but she’s already changed the subject to doing a clothing drive at the community center so you don’t press. Despite the way the look on her face is bothering you.

It wasn’t fear, or discomfort, or something you could explain away with the excuse of the strays being off putting or violent. 

It’s a look of pity. 

As if she feels bad for even asking. 

It unsettles you enough to leave it be. Making idle chit chat with her until Tommy returns with the twins and you take them home. It unsettles you as you make your own dinner, as you give the twins a bath, and as you help them into their pajamas and read them a story. It never leaves your mind. 

“Goodnight Ruthie.” You lean down to kiss her forehead, watching her eyes flutter shut as she continues to fight sleep. Always the stubborn one. 

“Night Mama.” You take the stuffed bear from the foot of her bed, tucking it in beside her before quietly standing, walking across the room to your son's bed. 

“Goodnight Arthur.” You lean down, kissing both of his rosy cheeks, he doesn’t fight sleep the way his sister does. So similar but so different. 

“Goodnight Mama.” His little voice has the same southern drawl you know he’s been picking up from Tommy. 

“I love you, little ducks.” You smile at him, turning to see that Ruth is already asleep, you tuck in the blankets around Arthur before leaving, keeping the door cracked open a bit so the light from the kitchen can act as a night light. 

God, you're tired. 

You’re quick to shower and slip into your own pajamas, crawling into bed with a yawn. You take the book from your nightstand, flipping through until you find where you left off yesterday. 

You never really know what’s going on in the books you read, they serve a singular purpose and it isn’t entertainment. 

You read until you fall asleep, they’re just a distraction to keep your mind busy with thoughts so he can’t sneak in right before you fall asleep and embed himself in your dreams. 

It works.

Your dreams never feature him. 

They aren’t good dreams by any means, they’re wild. Often of your journey to Jackson, the fear you felt then. But you’ll take that over Joel any day. Tonight isn’t any different, your sleep is restless as you fight the memories of fighting for survival in those woods, but instead of your usual nightmares of infected hunting you through the trees you’re faced with a sight that somehow makes you even more uneasy than the living dead.

The look on Maria’s face when she told you about the two strays. 

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a/n : this fic has been bouncing around in my brain for months now and it feels so fucking good to finally start it omfg. sorry if this felt a little slow, i really needed to set a tone and a base for the story, sorry!!

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Joel x Reader (Home) - Chapter 13

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 TBA

Chapter 13 - You have some news to share with Joel, but how do you tell him about the potential of a child in your lives? He has a big secret to share also, one that he has been keeping for a while. Will you be able to reconcile once you know these things about each other? 

‘How were you supposed to tell him this?’ You think to yourself as you walk back home. The Doctor had promised you had her complete confidentiality, so that you had time to think about what you wanted to do. What did you want to do? You remember the conversation you had with Joel over month ago and he never sounded sure if this was something he wanted but could you bring yourself to get rid of it? It was part of you and him, this little thing inside you. 

“How’d it go?” Joel asks looking up from his almost read book. You were so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t realised you had made it all the way home and through the front door. 

“Like I said, foot was perfectly fine” you smile at him. Could he tell something about you was different? Could he tell you knew something he didn’t?

“I have dinner ready, if you’re hungry” Joel moves into the kitchen to ready the table, guess he couldn’t tell. 

“That sounds great” you reply as you remove your shoes and boots. 

Dinner is pretty quiet between you both, Ellie wasn’t joining you tonight and was off with her friends. 

“So there was something I wanted to talk to you about” he sits back in his chair putting his knife and fork down. Joel begins tapping his foot and rubbing his hands along the top of jeans, a sign you knew meant he was uncomfortable or nervous. You feel your heart in your mouth, 'he knows’ you think.

“I wanted to tell you this before we got married but there wasn’t much time” he sighs. Growing impatient with your own nerves you push him to spit it out “Joel, what’s going on?”.

As far you were told since you met him - he and Ellie had met after her friend Marlene died. He from then on looked after her and they set on a path to get here to Jackson, where he knew his brother Tommy had created a safer community, somewhere Ellie could grow up. 

Joel leaps into the story, the real story that he never told you about Ellie being bitten, her immunity, trying to get her to the fireflies, what happened when he did, what he did and how he lied to Ellie. Once he finishes you sit for a minute, maybe more trying to let everything sink in. 

You sit forward and put your finger on the table, emphasising each word that comes out your mouth 

“You’re telling me, she has no idea what happened?” You ask.

“No I told her immunity meant nothing. I couldn’t let them - I saved her.” Joel says in a pleading tone.

“I can understand what you did Joel, I cant say I wouldn’t have done the same.  I love that girl… but to lie to her and to me” you trail off. It was all too much, knowing you were pregnant and being burdened with the knowledge of this too. You get up from your seat to put some space between you and Joel, he tries to follow but you put your hand out signalling him to stay put. 

“I didn’t want us to have secrets between each other, christ Y/N you’re my wife!” His voice breaks slightly. You look at Joel, his body stiff, his eyes watery and his hands shifting uncomfortably as he wants to reach out to you. 

“Oh so we can’t have secrets between us but its okay for you to pull me into this huge lie with Ellie? No” Your voice breaks and you start for the door.

You begin putting on your jacket and boots, “Where are you going baby?” He asks standing sheepishly in the doorway. 

“My sister’s, I can’t stay here right now. I will only say something I regret” you gulp. He protests, offering to sleep on the sofa, to give you space but you are resigned that you won’t be spending the night here. 

The Next Morning ____________

You wake up lying across from your sister, tucked under a blanker. You had sat up with her all night, of course you couldn’t tell her about what Joel had told you but you did let your other secret slip, you were pregnant. 

“It’s not so bad Y/N, I always wanted to be an aunt and you’d make a great mother. If that’s what you want of course” Molly said rubbing your arm.

“I know - It’s just been a shock and well Joel…” you decide to stop there, explain you’re tired and would like to go to sleep.  

Before either of you could get up there was a knocking at Molly’s door. She offers to go get it whilst you get dressed, you had patrol today with Joel and as much as you didn’t want to go, you would have to, how could you explain why you didn't want to? Molly answers the door to find Joel standing, looking tired and slightly dishevelled. 

“Morning Molly, Is she here?” He asks quietly. 

“She is, she’s just getting ready for patrol” Molly sighs. Joel replies with a simple okay and it falls silent between them for a bit as you head downstairs.

“You’re her husband Joel, you have to support her with whatever decision she makes. You got to look after“ you sharply make your way to the door so Molly cant say anymore. You thank her for having you for the night and you Joel set off on patrol in complete silence. 

When you finally reach the post and are signing in Joel finally breaks the silence “What was she talking about back there?” He asks leaning over the paper not making eye contact. 

“Molly? Nothing” You say dismissively looking out the window, the hills were covered in white snow. 

“You’re a terrible liar, Y/N. Always have been” Joel exhales and crosses his arms. His eyes staring at you waiting for you to break.

“At least one of us is” you mutter under your breath at him.

“Why don’t I get to lie like you hmm?” You question.

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell your the truth” he says perching against the table. 

“Oh, pshh. You think you are going to get out of this on a fucking technicality?” You scold him and he has nothing to say again. You don’t know why but you just blurt it out “I am pregnant Joel”. Maybe it was out of anger or to get a reaction from him.

He uncrosses his arms slowly and puts his hands on the table to steady himself, he looks as shocked as you did last night. 

“And you didn’t think you should tell me? Now who’s been lying to who?” He blurts out.

“You Bastard! That’s different and you know it. I wanted to tell you - I was about to tell you before you dropped this bomb on me!” You shout waving you hands in exclamation. 

“I am sorry” Joel exhales placing the bridge of his nose between two fingers, shaking his head. 

“Do you want to keep it?” He asks quietly looking up from his hands, and for the first time you had to give an answer “I think so. Do you want this baby? Your opinion matters too”. You ask him. Were you mad at him? Furious. Could you forgive him? Eventually, in time. Did you love him? Completely, even when you were furious with him.

“I - It’s not exactly the ideal environment for a child…” he says almost as quiet as a whisper. 

‘Oh god’ you think, “You don’t want to do it, do you?” You sit yourself down on the seat at the table putting your head in between your legs… you feel you might be sick.

Joel sighs and crouches in front of you so as that he is looking up at you, “It’s not as simple as that Y/N, it’s not that I don’t want us to have it. I can’t think of anything better, its just in these circumstances… we really got to think this through”.

“I know that” you say finally lifting your head from your legs. 

“I love you” he smiles softly and all you can say is “I know”.  You head for home. 

A couple days later and you and Joel still hadn’t decided together what you were going to do. Yes you wanted to have the baby but not on your own and you didn’t want to force Joel into it either. He has left to meet with Tommy and Ellie outside of Jackson, something about Ellie needing new guitar strings. Things had been slightly off between Joel and Ellie but the last thing they would need is you getting involved. Looking at the clock you would have expected them back by now, it had been almost two hours longer than you would have expected.

“Where are they boy?” You ask Bruce who is sitting at your feet, tail wagging. You paced the house trying to find something to do for half an hour before you say “Fuck this” and head for the stables. You sneak in and take one of the horses, if Maria heard you were setting out on your own she would have stopped you. 

You find the usual path to the music store blocked off and Ellie and Joel’s horses tied up outside a hotel. ‘They must have tried to make their way through here’ you think. 

As you enter the hotel, you can hear gunfire from a far and make your way towards it just hoping you could make it to your family in time to help. You keep quiet to avoid any infected but move swiftly. You can hear Joel and Ellie now that the gunfire had stopped, their voices were slightly raised at each other. “Is there something else you’d like to rehash?” You hear Joel say in a stern voice. 

You are about to enter the room when an infected comes running at you in the hallway, you aim and put a bullet right through its head just as Joel and Ellie come busting out the room guns pointed in your direction. 

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Joel yells at you, “We could have shot you!”. 

“You two had been gone for way too long, I was worried you had ran into trouble. Obviously you did” you sigh putting your pistol back in your holster. 

“You shouldn’t be coming out here in your condition, what if something had happened?” He exclaims, he seemed pretty frustrated. Ellie is looking between you both confused ���Her condition?”, but you don’t respond to her question and Joel gives her a look.

“Joel, enough nothing happened. We are all still in one piece” 

“I will sort the bodies to take back to Jackson” Ellie leaves you both in the hallway to talk. She is still in earshot, as if Joel would let her leave his sight otherwise but you lower your voice.

“Bodies?” you ask and Joel explains that he and Ellie had found the young couple that left Jackson.

“Oh, their poor families.” You whisper.

“Yeah and we are still in one piece for now but we still have to get back. Were you even thinking about the baby when you rushed out here?” He huffs with arms crossed.

“I thought - we haven’t even decided what we are doing yet. I couldn’t not come after my family thinking something had happened to you” You say taking a step closer to Joel.

“Lets just get back home” He turns on his heels and goes to help Ellie. 

When you arrive back home after breaking the news to the family of the kids you had found, you feel heavy and tired. Joel is still taking his jacket off when you crash onto the sofa, leaning back into the soft cushion comforting your sore back.

“You scared the shit out of me Y/N” Joel says from the hallway. You close your eyes and exhale deeply. There isn’t much more you could say on the matter, you would always protect Ellie and Joel.

When you open your eyes Joel is standing right in front of you “I wasn’t just worried about you… I - I was worried about the baby”.

That afternoon had been the first time he used the word ‘baby’ when talking about the situation. You stand up and take his hands “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry, alright”. 

“Y/N I think I do want this child. Today when I thought something might have happened to either of you” but Joel can’t finish that sentence.

“Really, we are going to do this then?” You couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“We are doing this” he says pressing his lips to your forehead.   

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Dating Joel Miller

  A/N- Guys, I do not want to talk about smut in this, but I may have sprinkled it a little. You’re welcome :) I won't go without mentioning, Joel has been my comfort character for almost 4 years and I don't remember a day without him. I see him always by my side and I miss him very much so I'm looking forward to The Last of Us part 1. I hope you enjoy this headcanon style thing. Your comments and feedback are very valuable to me. I hope you have a good day/night <3

  Warnings- mentions of blood, implied smut , mentions of violence, domestic stuff basically. ( is that supposed to be a warning? Idk )

 - I can't think much about asking Joel out because it's obvious, the guy looks so annoying and grumpy from the outside.

 - But what matters to us is how Joel is inside. Remember: don't judge a book by its cover.

  - With this advice, I have a lot to say about joel and being with him.

  - At first , I see Joel as a man of his word. If Joel says he loves you, he really does. Don't even think otherwise.

  - I want to talk a little bit about Joel in the house. While at home, Joel obviously has the right to be a little messy because he is a single man, but after you enter his life, he starts doing housework more regularly and learning to cook.

  - Even if you mess up the house together from time to time, it would be great for you to tidy the house together and finally drink a coffee of tiredness.

  - We didn't see much of Joel carving wood, but we know his arts. I have to admit, it wouldn't hurt to disturb him even a little while he is doing his work . :)

 - I said Joel might be messy, but that doesn't mean he's dirty. Yes, he and Ellie were out for a long time and even long before that they lived in a not-so-clean area, and maybe there was no such thing as a washing machine. Guys, the man is a clean man at his core, and anyone who claims otherwise, well, you can do it If you wanna lmao.

  - Joel, of course, also smells of freshly carved wood and coffee, and I hope we all know that. At least that's how our dream Joel is.

  - Sitting on his porch with Joel, watching him play his guitar with those dexterous fingers, then sitting on his lap and kissing him deeply.

  - Although he is tired after he comes from the patrol, he will make time for you and let you massage him. At first he doesn't really want it because it's in his nature to be grumpy and he doesn't want you to get tired any more because you're tired too.

 - You hold him by the hand, after you put him on the couch, you rub his shoulders well and do not forget to put kisses once in a while. The man rewards you in different ways after this compassionate act. :)

-  I'm not going to talk about how Joel is in bed for now, because I want to provoke you with a little preview :)

 - But know that you will definitely be pleased with Joel in bed. His skilled fingers, his muscular body above you, and his care for you are enough for you. The man is experienced enough in these things and knows how to treat you or when he hurt you.

  - Although from the outside, Joel may seem very cold and uncaring to others, he started to change after meeting you. Instead of the man who walked in a dazed manner, he became an unyielding and lively man who was even more brave against life. Tommy and Maria are surprised by this change, but they also know that you are the reason. Tommy or Maria didn't actually introduce you. Classically, while you were on the road and he was on the road, his eyes touched yours and you were drawn to each other. Of course, Joel didn't think at first that you would be the person who would make his life so beautiful, but gradually he was more and more attracted to your smile, touch, speech, look.

 - The man was afraid to ask you at first. In this case, I can say that he got some support from Tommy, but he didn't do everything he got adviced.

  - On a typical Jackson evening, Joel came to your door and said he wanted to talk a little. Since winter was about to come, you put on a jacket and followed him outside. You were wondering what he was to say. Your eyes  looking at him with hope. He suddenly pressed his lips to yours under those gorgeous, bright, colorful Jackson lights. This romantic moment for both of you ended with a great night, but you still carry this moment in your hearts.

 - Going to the patrol together. I can't think of anything as great as going on patrol with him. Yes, maybe I'm thinking about it, but his sexy but angry looks towards runners and the others . Blood is not something any of us like, but sweat mixed with blood on him...I'm having a hard time telling friends because I have a bad temper when I imagine Joel like that.

  - While on the patrol, Joel tries his best to protect you and not go to far places, but he also realizes that you’re not a child. He knows you can take care of yourself. Knowing this, he doesn't think much of it, but if he senses danger around, he won't hesitate to pull you to his side, tuck you , and put your head on his chest. Joel is very possessive and protective and that's why I love Joel so much.

  - After you return, you clean yourself first, and after you get out of the dust, you go under the same blanket, he tucks you well, puts  little kisses on your forehead, and then you both fall asleep in front of the fireplace.

  - I don't think much of Joel dancing, but I have a few ideas of how he was convinced by the Jackson people to play the guitar at every Jackson family event. When you entered the crowded area you saw Tommy and Maria sitting in front of the bar chatting and Ellie and Dina laughing as well. Holding Joel's hand tightly and taking a look around, you went to Maria’s and sat on the empty chairs next to them. After some talking and laughing, a young man who understands music came up to Joel and asked if he could play the guitar.  

 - At first he refused, but  when you went to him and told him you had a surprise, he gave up and walked towards the stage with a sigh of relief.

 - When he got to the stage, no one spared their adoring applause. He looked around with a nervous look, and lastly he looked at you, smiled. You waved at him and  all watched in admiration as he played the guitar.

  - At the end of that evening, when you walked into the house with Joel and told you what your surprise was for him and that he wanted it now, you couldn't help running back. Before you could even climb the stairs, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you towards him. Taking you on his shoulder, he quickly climbed the stairs and entered the bedroom and threw you onto the bed.

 - That wonderful evening ended, once again, with your moans in bed, climbing to your peak together and snuggling into each other.

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CHAPTER FIVE - ROSALIND CHARM

WORD COUNT - 2,299.

RATING - R 18+ [SEXUAL INNUENDOS, SEXUAL THOUGHTS AND GROOMING].

It wasn’t Ivy’s first day at school, yet her first week, she could say that her first day at school was awkward, being presented at the front of the class and having to introduce herself to other people her own age. It was staggering to a certain extent, to see so much individuals her own age but Ivy pushed the paralysing feeling away from her and used her “Rosalind charm” towards everyone and made herself comfortable to her new surroundings.

Robin and Venus were in separate classes not too far from Ivy’s. Robin in a class of people his age and Venus in a class of people her age, it did take easy for Robin and Ivy to acclimate and shape into new settings, but Venus, was uptight and quite anti-social, precisely because of her condition, as she was also forbidden to speak about it to anyone, even to herself, it did make her more kept to herself.

Ivy understood Isabella’s frustration to an extent, though Ivy wished for her mother to allow Venus to feel comfortable to express her feelings, no matter how afflictive and excruciating it got for Isabella. Venus had the right to speak about her emotions.

“It’s rude you haven’t spoken to me yet.”

Ivy turned to the owner of the comment and was met with pure dark eyes, that hid a short glint behind them, Ivy quickly examined the person and took in their appearance, black messy hair, tall and pale-skinned, Ivy couldn’t help but remark that the person was attractive, but something issued to Ivy that this was a very impish and frolicsome person but that impish and playful energy he gave off made the Rosalind girl intrigued.

“Rowan Sparke,” he introduced himself, pushing his hand towards Ivy to shake.

Out of amenities, Ivy shook the so-called Rowan Sparke’s hand and acquainted her name, “Ivy Rosalind.”

“I know,” he comically hummed, “everyone knows who you are,” he winked as he made his way towards his seat, Ivy shyly smiled, slightly surprised that anyone openly showed tender interest towards her, though the new girl didn’t want to jump into conclusions about any romantic feelings Rowan could have for her in the future, she wished she wasn’t so idealistic.

“Well, pleased to meet you Ro---”

“And that is not happening,” Isabella suddenly felt an avaricious grip wrap around her arm that then dragged her away from Rowan. It didn’t take Ivy long to notice that it was Dina who pulled her away from the man with Ellie and Jesse behind her who silently agreed with Dina who took Ivy away.

“Rowan is a big no, no,” Ellie mentioned to Ivy who then sat on her chair she has been sitting on ever since she entered Jackson Community School, she surrounded herself with Ellie, Dina and Jesse; they sat on single seats that had a desk connected to it, there were four rows of seats in class and there were five columns of desks and chairs; the group of four claiming the third row as Rowan sat at the back.

“And why is that?”

“He’s just a dick,” Ellie responded during the moment she sat herself down onto her unassigned, well assigned to her, seat. Ellie and Ivy sat in the middle of the of the row whilst Jesse sat at the end and Dina sat at the beginning of the row.

Well compared to Ellie and Dina, Jesse didn’t dislike Rowan as much as the girls, he did find Rowan funny but the characteristic that displeased Dina and Ellie is that he just had a very slick mouth. Ivy remained silent just as class began to start, and the conversation between Ivy and Isabella returned to her mind and she thought about the three teenagers that sat with her, and did wonder how future events would proceed.

Of course, Ivy liked having them as friends and if Ivy was being true to herself, she did want her bond between Ellie and her to grow stronger, romantically, but with Dina and Jesse also having a tender emotion towards Ellie, all Ivy could think that the outcome of this situation was prone to go dreadful.

It was time for Isabella’s thirty-minute break from the diner she worked at, thankfully, it wasn’t as overwhelming like the time Seth and Isabella spoke for the first time. Yet, the woman wished she had at least a cigarette to smoke but she doubted they sold it, nevertheless, the widowed woman waited for travellers to entire their community so she could have the opportunity to hunt for a packet.

Only Ivy and Robin knew that Isabella smoked, the year Venus was born was the year Isabella stopped her smoking habit, only because she couldn’t find anymore. So, it’s not like she verily wanted to do it.

“I’m Kaylee."

Isabella jumped out of surprise and her response caused the two individuals who stood in front of her to chuckle. Isabella quietly cursed; citizens of Jackson surely liked to snap Isabella back into reality. Isabella looked at this so-called Kaylee and checked that she was a white woman, fully curly brown hair, a youthful face and doe eyes. She wore a light blue flannel, dark grey trousers and low brown boots.

There was a tall man who stood beside her, he looked look like Kaylee, very sweet looking, short curly hair that draped across his forehead, down turned eyes and a brown gaze, similar to Kaylee’s. His nose was slightly hooked and his jaw quite strong with a beauty mole at the bottom right of his jaw. He wore black shirt and black trousers and black boots; it seemed like they must’ve come back from patrol with the attire they were wearing.

“Adam,” the man introduced himself, his voice was deep and coarse, he took his hand out to reach for Isabella who quickly shook his hand, his grip around Isabella’s was quite strong and Isabella was surprised at the intensity he used on her.

“And I’m Isabel-“

“Isabella Rosalind,” Kaylee finished pleasantly jumpy and wired about the woman who stood opposite her.

Isabella slowly rose her head the thought of this conversation was strange to her, she quietly questioned what the two wanted from her, as the three of them stood there in awkward silence.

“Seth, right?” Kaylee softly joked, “he can be such a toad.”

Isabella faintly laughed at the horrible comparison. “Yeah, he’s one hell of a man.”

“Yeah, we saw the interaction the two of you had that day in the diner,” Adam pointed out, “he’s probably upset he’s losing his customers because of you.”

Isabella raised the both of her eyebrows amused. “I guess almost the entire town knows of his distaste towards me,” she blandly chuckled.

“He made it more obvious during the welcoming party, the bonfire night,” Adam once again figured.

Isabella shrugged her shoulders, not really in the state of mind and spirit to speak about the elder man. Kaylee must’ve realised Isabella’s discomfort and out of desperation for her brother’s sake, she brought up a new topic, “your children, you have very beautiful children.”

It seemed to have work due to the fact that Isabella’s distasteful frown was soon replaced by a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“It must be difficult being a single mother and having to raise three kids,” Kaylee intentionally coughed as she gently swung her body towards Adam.

“I try my best,” Isabella plainly responded, inasmuch Isabella being the keen woman she was, it didn’t take her long to notice that the two of them had something up their sleeves. Isabella didn’t question what it was yet but wanted to be cautious about how she figured the two out.

“After noon Isabella,” Joel walked by and acknowledged his head towards the woman who was appreciative and content about him speaking to her.

Though, she wished that her expectations weren’t so low, withal, there was something about the Miller man that made Isabella want to go on her knees and take him---Isabella quickly snapped out of her thoughts and returned the acknowledgement, “after noon Joel.”

Isabella hoped that Kaylee and Adam didn’t see Isabella drooling for the man, “come to my house warming this Wednesday,” which was two days after this current daytime, she attempted to cover up her erotic thoughts by inviting the two people that Isabella thought were siblings to the house warming she was quietly setting up.

Their eyes seemed to brighten as they accepted her proposal. Isabella then thanked the two for accepting her appeal and conveyed to them that she had to return back to her job, she gestured with her hand a goodbye then turned away from them and hurried back to her work.

“I like your tattoo,” Ivy soundlessly complimented, the tattoo on Ellie’s arm wasn’t completed, it was more like the base before the actual tattoo was permanently inked.

Ellie peered at Ivy with a shy smile, “well, thank you,” she kindly thanked, her apprehensive smile turning into a toothy grin whilst Ivy cautiously peeked at it, her laid-back observation causing her to note of the mark that was on her wrist. “Chemical burn,” Ellie quickly answered, Ellie recorded the sneaky examination Ivy gave to her wrist and swiftly, Ellie informed the lie Joel and her came up with.

“Oh,” Ivy lightly glanced, something in her mind wanted to touch the ‘chemical burn’ on Ellie’s skin, but she wanted to also keep boundaries and not make Ellie weird or uncomfortable. “I’d like to get a tattoo one day, who did yours?”

“My ex-girlfriend Cat,” Ellie replied, quite nostalgic about the girl. Ivy wondered if it would be awkward for her to go to Ellie’s ex-girlfriend for a design, though it wasn’t like Ellie and Ivy were together, so it shouldn’t be flaky if Ivy searched for Cat. Nevertheless, would Isabella even allow Ivy to get one?

Ivy has shown Isabella that she is responsible, and has helped her mother with Venus and Robin, it would be fair if Isabella allowed Ivy to get a tattoo.

“Where would you want a tattoo?”

Ivy gently bounced her shoulders, “probably on my back,” Ivy sluggishly answered.

Ellie knitted the both of her eyebrows upwards, impressed by Ivy’s bold choice. “Nice---”

“Ellie!”

Dina came forward with a smile that beamed that managed to uplift Ellie’s lethargic energy, Ivy bit her bottom lip, insecure and apprehensive about how easy Dina was able to brighten Ellie’s energy, though Ivy pushed the insecurity behind, Dina and Ellie knew each other longer; Dina quickly glanced at Ivy, “can I steal Ellie?” Dina brightly requested, yet, it wasn’t as if Ivy couldn’t say no, because Ellie would always be ready to follow Dina’s trails.

“Of course,” Ivy falsely smiled, and without indecision, Ellie and Dina walked away from the new citizen, left her alone to wait for her two siblings.

“Trust me this whole thing will go down badly,” Rowan paraded himself towards the oldest Rosalind sibling who crossed her arms, not bugged to respond. “I called out that trio’s bullshit time ago and suddenly I’m the villain.”

Ivy looked up at Rowan’s figure, her arms crossed, silently prompted for Rowan to continue, if she were to continue being in that friendship group, she would want to know further about what she would get herself into. “Both Dina and Ellie don’t know what they want, so they all play with each other’s feelings, well not necessarily play, Dina doesn’t know what she wants, or she does and wants both of them whenever she wants to. One moment she’s dating Jesse the next moment she’s kissing Ellie.”

Ivy cocked the both of her eyebrows, an envious gripe in her chest she couldn’t ignore, in spite of her jealousy, Robin’s and Venus’ figure slowly began to come into view, relieved, Ivy uncrossed her arms and gestured towards her siblings, “I’ve got to go now,” she murmured as she reached out for Venus’ hand to grasp; Rowan nodded his head, implicit and inferential to Ivy’s dismissive stance to what he has told her.

“Bye,” Ivy lightly commented, she didn’t pause to hear Rowan’s bid and already jaunted down to their route of their home area with her siblings; voices in her ear, questioning about the current man Ivy was just speaking to.

27TH OF DECEMBER 2011

Her coat’s hood covered her head as she waited for her partner, with both of their suitcases around her, Isabella was tense and disturbed about the terms of events that occurred currently. She thought any moment now a family member of hers would appear and drag her back home and it was the reverse and antithetical to what she wanted.

“Alexander,” Isabella breathed, eased when she saw her twenty-three-year old’s boyfriend’s shape come into her sight. He held the two tickets to Miami with an expression on his face that spoke of encouragement. He passed Isabella’s tickets towards her along with her passport.

Her permit was new, both Isabella and Alexander prepared and outlined their getaway a couple of months ago, it was the fifteen-year-old’s idea when she had enough of her insolent and abusive family’s behaviour and pleaded Alexander to take her somewhere else.

Though the older man did tell her, to do so she’d had to change her entire identity so that it would be harder for anyone to trail her, even though Isabella did come from a well-off family, Alexander mentioned he would pay for everything for the identity change.

 To the girl that was once Rose Silva was now Lilith Black.

Conducive to this escape, Lilith anticipated and recognised Alexander Black as her saviour, ignorant and unsophisticated to his shred and calculative ways and naïve to what the future held for her.

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Pacifying The Blame

   A/N- Hey guys! I have a publishing schedule and I shared it with you yesterday. Of course there may be setbacks so I apologize in advance but now enjoy the story because in my opinion this fic turned out good. Send me some feedback If you liked it though <3 

Request from- Anonymous

   Summary- Ellie blames reader for hiding the fact that she saved her from getting studied by the fireflies and they breakup but later, Ellie realizes how much she fucked up when she sees Reader at a party with another girl.

   Warnings-  Smut, angst, Ellie is angry with Reader ( I’m a sucker for angry Ellie btw that girl can do everything to me :)  )

     You woke up with a loud banging on your door. You sighed deeply as you got up. When you shuffled to open the outer door of the house, you questioned why Joel was in your small house at this hour. But before you could even open your mouth, Joel pushed you inside and thoroughly searched the already small house. You closed the outer door and folded your arms across your chest, watching what he was doing. You couldn't see much because you were sleepy and your eyes were half closed, and it was a bit like you were dreaming.     Fortunately, Joel finished his inspection of the house and stood before you. “Where is she, Y/N?” he said in a single move without hesitation. It was obvious that he was running fast on the way here. He was obviously talking about Ellie, but Ellie was here. Your eyes suddenly opened and you looked at the side of the bed, but you still couldn't believe it and wanted to look at the place where the bathroom was, but she wasn't there either. Ellie was nowhere in the house.     Turning hastily towards Joel, you met his usual scowl. That's when you started to panic.

  “ I-I- I don't understand. She was with me last night. We drank and laughed and we-we. Holy shit! ” Actually, Ellie hadn't had anything to drink. She was sober all night. Ellie put you to sleep. No matter how much you wanted to avert your eyes from Joel, you couldn't succeed. He came up to you and held you by both shoulders and asked you to look at him in the eyes and tell the truth. “ Y/N, you're her girlfriend I'm pretty sure you know what happened. So please tell me and we can find her.” You asked Joel to speak more clearly. “ Guards saw her running of. Without saying anything. Do you know where she went? “ With no idea, you slipped out of Joel's arms and looked around. She should have left a note. She couldn't have just left in the middle of the night. She wouldn't do such a thing to Joel, and especially to you, whom she cares so much about.

  But there was something that Joel and you had not noticed before. There was a note hanging on the cork board right behind her bed, and it was a miracle you had even seen it, for it was a small torn and handwritten note so that it could not be found. What was Ellie supposed to do that was so important? You almost ran to the clipboard and quickly ripped the note out.

  ‘ Don't worry about me but now I want some answers. I know you will come to see me, you know where i will be Y/N ‘

 You wanted not to show Joel this note that you read with trembling hands. You thought it was all over. You thought that now a normal life, a decent life awaits you. Ellie wasn't going to stop because she knew you were lying. You really wished this was a dream. You wished that everything, everything she would do, would end. When you opened and closed your eyes, you were faced with the same view again. Tears streamed from your eyes. You walked slowly to Joel and  reluctantly handed Joel the note you were holding with trembling fingers.

  You knew he had read it when he began to scowl and raise his eyebrows.   There was dead silence in the room. Joel crumpled the note in his hand and threw it on the floor, turned and quickly left the house. You ran after him and grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards you. “I'll come with you. “ He took his wrist from your hand and kept walking. He couldn't walk away without you. You two started it and you two were going to finish it. “Joel! Please wait up! “ He stopped but did not turn to you, his face still facing forward. You stepped in front of him and grabbed his chin with your fingers, making him look at you. "You can't just do this by yourself, Joel" was insisting on not looking at you, and you held his chin tighter so he was looking at you " let me help you. “He pulled his head out of your hands and shook his head no. He quickly walked away from there without looking back, and you couldn't just do anything and watched him disappear.

 You wanted to go after him and be by his side. You wanted to say you saved Ellie to her face but have no regrets, but your feet couldn't even move from where you were. Your tears were flowing like floods. Of course, your conscience was never clear because of the lie you told your girlfriend, but that's what you had to do.

  In order not to just stand there and do something silly, you went back to the house you shared with Ellie and after you went in and closed the door, you went to the side of her bed and laid there sniffing her pillow. You had no choice but to wait.

   “ Y/N, you there? “ You opened your eyes at the sound of the radio and quickly got up from your bed. You picked up the radio and answered the leader. “Yeah, what's up? Are they here? “ Yes,” the woman said, taking a deep breath. Before she could answer, you turned off the radio and rushed out. You didn't expect to see Ellie in front of you. You held your breath and looked into her eyes. You tried to tell something with your eyes so that she would shout at you. You wanted her to hit you, just wanted her to tell you at least something. You did not say anything. You couldn't. Ellie glanced at you for a moment, then slammed her shoulder into you and slammed the door behind her.” Here we go Y/N” you said to yourself. Your instincts were telling you this would be very difficult, but you didn't listen to any of them. You owed her an explanation.

 You walked into the house and saw her sitting there, on the corner of the bed, shaking her leg in anger. It was something you wanted so much at that moment to stop her and hug , but you did not dare and started to tell everything directly.

  “ I-I mean ‘we’ didn't want to lose you. I loved you since the day I met you, Ellie. I couldn't do it. Joel was in the same way with me so I didn't force him to but I swear I have nothing to do with Marl- " She looked up to you so fatally that you had to interrupt yourself. The girl stood up and stared nervously into your eyes, right in front of you. You didn't know where to put your hands at that moment, you wanted to go backwards, but she was staring at you so deathly that you seemed nailed in place. You couldn't move. “We. are. done. Y/N,” she said, emphasizing every word. You heard the sound of your heart cracking and breaking. You were dizzy. You moved towards her, but she backed off and made a stop sign with her hand. “ Don't you dare see me again. I said we are done. Now go! “ You left the house without even looking at her face because she was so angry and not to go too far, and only one person you knew, who would understand you at that moment, came to your mind. Maria. 

  It was normal for you to still feel very tired and unhappy even after a few days, because all the days without Ellie had made you exhausted. She was your everything and the last thing you wanted to suddenly lose her like that. You haven't seen his face since the day she kicked you out of her house, you only saw her back, and even if she saw you, she would walk away without even looking at you. It was obvious that you were bored with this situation, and she couldn't be said to be very happy either.

  You shared everything with each other. You always supported each other no matter what, but of course, she was very upset that she was lied to by her girlfriend and that a vaccine that could save all humanity could not be made because she was saved. She was right until the end, yelling and pushing and shoving you, but it was also meaningful that you loved her more than anyone else in the whole world, and it hurt so much to see her on that operating table at that moment, that you forcibly suppressed the urge to pull those cables attached to her and yell. You probably wouldn't have been able to deal with those doctors and soldiers if Joel wasn't around.

 Neither of you knew it would come to this. Ellie said she believed in you, but the thoughts she was holding inside were starting to choke her, and she found herself on her way to the hospital in the middle of the night.

   You could no longer cope with your thoughts, and your desire to tell your troubles to someone was increasing. Although you talked to Maria the same things over and over, she had a lot.. That's why you couldn't bother her very often. One day, after returning from patrol, while you were sprawling in Maria's seat, Tommy came over to you and told you to get out and wander for a bit. He heard from Maria that there were some newcomers to Jackson and he wanted to introduce you to them. Tommy told them about you, and one of their girl eagerly agreed and asked you to come to the party that was going to be at a bar in Jackson. Tommy said the girl's name was Enid, but you weren't too keen on the idea of ​​going out. All you wanted to do was lie down and shut yourself up in your thoughts, no matter how much they were suffocating now.

 “ No, Tommy I don't wanna go out right now. Actually I am not gonna go out for my whole life because I can't even look at girlfriend's- I mean my EX girlfriend's eyes and she doesn't even look at me because she hates me so no. I won't. ' you said with one breath.  Tommy laughed softly at your statement  and pulled you from your arms and sat next to you. “ I know this is hard for you girl but you can't give up on her, not yet. You love her and I bet she still loves you. So stop being like a stubborn little girl and go get your girlfriend. “ “ How though? Like I said she doesn't even- oh.Yeah. Okay now I've got an idea. “ You chuckled and before you stood up, thanked him for the chance to meet Enid, you leaned in and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. The man was surprised and looked at you as if he didn't understand anything. He squinted his eyes and watched you leave his side and leave the small but modern living room. “Damn. This girl really does love Ellie. “

  You wore a beautiful red dress that you've never worn before and that you got from the common attire the day before. You couldn't imagine how Ellie would look at you when she saw this on you. Maybe being the center of attention wouldn't be so good because you always dressed like yourself and today you're a player who wants to get your girlfriend back. You thought it would work, because both that outfit and talking to that girl Enid would drive her crazy. Of course, there was also the possibility that she might not come to the bar, but at that moment, you didn't care much about it, you put on your old jacket in case the weather gets cold and  smiling at the possibility of leaving this house and making peace with Ellie, and you went to the bar where you would meet with Enid.

   Along the way, you stumbled several times over what to talk to Enid and how Ellie would react if she saw you. There wasn’t a sign of her on the streets. Just before you walked into the bar, you took a deep breath and prayed that things would work out. Since you didn't know what kind of girl Enid is, you took a glance inside and looked from a distance before you checked all the girls who were close to your age, and when you turned your head to the left, you saw Tommy waving at you and making a come sign. You smiled and took your steps towards them. When you looked at the girl sitting next to Tommy and thought that she was a very beautiful girl but that she would never be able to take Ellie's place, it made you even more sad, but it was easier for you to shake it off because she held out her hand for you to shake her hand at that time and introduced herself. " Hi! “ she said affectionately. “ I'm Enid but you already know that and I'm guessing you're Y/N, right? “ Even though the girl had only just arrived here a few days ago, she seemed to have adjusted well. You nodded as you sat next to her and started talking.

   You got along with the girl better than you thought and you didn't even realize how time flew. Enid was such a witty girl and it was good for you since you had  been wandering around like a spirit and you were pretty sure everyone who saw you declared you the walking dead. But you didn't mind.

 While you continued your talk with Enid  and telling each other your funny moments, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and saw that it belonged to Enid. It was natural. Laughing people could be out of control and do things like that, but the prospect of Ellie seeing you made you shudder. You looked left and right to see if she was indeed here. And yes she was there. She was leaning against a table with a glass in her hand, trying not to look at you, but it was obvious that she was.

  Your gaze lingered on her for a moment, then ended when she turned her head the other way. As much as you wanted to go back to your conversation with Enid and laugh like you had for the last half hour, you couldn't. You never expected this to happen. Again.

 Enid realized there was something wrong, and again she put her hand on your arm and bent over you. “ Is something wrong? You look upset. “ You shook your head no and smiled for her to continue. Enid seemed very happy with her life at that moment and was trying to make you a partner in her happiness. You made a mental note to say thank you for her effort afterward and asked permission to go to get a drink.

   After asking the bartender for a drink, you sat in the bar chair until your drink was ready, put your head down and rested a bit. Of course, you didn't think that Ellie would come to you because since you knew her, she had been very stubborn but open to any apology. It made you very unhappy that you saw Ellie looking at you like that and didn't greet you or come and hug you. What did you expect? That you're going to do these things after all that's happened? But nothing was impossible. You lifted your head when you heard  noises coming from your side as your mouth formed an O shape. “Ellie…” She didn't even look at you. She just sat. You didn't even know when the drink was put in front of you.  You looked at her just like that. You were speechless again, although you had a lot to say to her, but you forgot all of them with the excitement of that moment.

  You didn't hesitate to look at her as if you were seeing her for the first time. It was the first time you had seen her this close in a long time. Her appearance had hardened, her childlike self almost gone. “ You're gonna keep lookin' or say something? “ Again, you just sat there without saying anything. This gravitational force between you was eating away at you. “ Well how about we go somewhere more private? Somewhere that your 'new' girlfriend can't finds us, " You wanted to tell her that Enid wasn't your new girlfriend, but at that moment you were scorched by the thought of being alone with her.

  She got off the chair and held out her hand. At that moment, you oscillated between holding it or not. What would you say to Enid? You'd have to tell her later why you left her. That didn't matter to you either. With trembling hands, you grabbed Ellie's hand with sweaty hands and let her tug at you. You didn't speak at all until you left the bar and went home.

 After opening the door of the house, she pushed you inside and quickly closed the door and then locked it. She walked towards you with the stature of a cheetah approaching its prey. You just waited because you deserved everything she'd do to you, everything she'd say to you. “ So this girlfriend of yours, she good? “ You shook your head no. Ellie was pleased, folded her hands behind her back and bent down, looking into your eyes. “ Your words, little one. Use 'em for me. “ “ No Ellie. She's not as good as you. “

 “Can she do that to you?” She suddenly put her hand on your lower side and pressed it. Because that was too much, you squirmed and pushed your hip against her hand. Against this, she pulled her hand away and threw you onto the bed. She climbed on top of you, pulled the dress from under you, and then your panties to the side and rubbed her middle finger into your hole.

 “ No one can satisfy you like me, babe. Seeing you with that girl made me so angry, I admit. But you know that you made me angry too, right? “ You shook your head and almost moaned for her to continue. She didn't withdraw his hand, but instead slowly inserted a finger into your hole and left it there until she painfully finished speaking. “ I didn't expect that to come from you, you know. I thought you're telling the truth because you were my girlfriend. “At once she withdrew her finger and put the second finger in the hole. She stuck them both in and did it slowly back and forth. “I'm sorry Ellie. “ Your throat was dry and you had to say something, and you finally did. She leaned down to your lips and finally pressed her lips to yours. “I know baby. I know. “ 

  Both getting offended and reconciling with Ellie were a separate problem, because your resentment had been an event, but your return was magnificent. That evening, Ellie took you to peaks you've never been before and took you on a journey through different dream worlds. You would have longed a lot for the honor of reuniting after a long time. She let you show her affection and apologized to her over and over again, and she accepted your apology, whispered words of love each time her lips was pressed against your lips.

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  Guys guys guyss!! This gave me Modern Joel Miller and Reader vibes 🥺🥺 They're so cute, just look at them 🥵💫

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The father-daughter relationship I want to have 😪

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A/N: Joel Miller is our daddy. That's it.

Things Joel Miller would say when Reader's in stress:

" Everything will be okay babygirl, just focus on me."

  " Focus on my breathing okay? Just look at me "

  And If she starts crying:

  " Aww no baby don't. I'm here for you. "

 

  Just rubs her back and kisses her cheeks.

  " Daddy loves you so much babygirl. Do you love him back? "

 

     You nod.

   " Good girl. Come here now. Let daddy take care of you. "

  Let me know If you liked this. I just wanted to write something before I begin writing requests you guys sent me 💜

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Happily Ever After

 A/N- We love a supportive Joel, right? RIGHT! Everyone is happy in this one. I really love to see Ellie happy. I’m sorry If I have grammar mistakes, my main language isn’t English but trying to improve it.

 Summary- Ellie and Reader have been together for a while an done day Reader surprises her by proposing her with the help of Joel when they’re on patrol.

 Request from- Anonymous

 Warnings- Ellie swearing but it’s cute, I swear . Just some fluffy stuff.

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   FLASHBACK

 “ Joel, you sure this gonna work? “ You gasped and took a seat next to Joel. For a few months , you had been almost obsessed with thinking about how to propose to Ellie. Whenever you looked for an opportunity, either someone intervened or you didn't manage that time well. You had chosen Joel as a last resort, but it was obvious that choosing Joel was not so good.

   When you came to Joel a week ago and asked him if he could arrange a wonderful place with a beautiful view in Jackson, he said he needed to talk to Maria and Tommy and left you unanswered for a week. It turns out that there was no such place in Jackson.  “ Well, we found this place while I was patrolling that area with Tommy. It's not a secret place, that's for sure but nothing we can't handle kiddo. “ He said, giving you that gorgeous Miller smile. You weren't so sure about that. Getting out of Jackson was already dangerous. Yes, it had a long time since you went out to look around and you got out of it but how right was it to propose to Ellie in such a situation that danger still awaits you out there?

 “ Joel… I-I don't know. What If something goes wrong? “

 “ Don't worry, girl. i gotcha “ Seeing your face fall, he lifted your chin with his fingers, patted your head, stood up, picked up the walkie-talkie and went outside. He was obviously on his way to talk to Tommy. In order not to disturb him in his own house, you entered the house you shared with Ellie and hoped that Ellie would not come at that time you pack the gift you were going to prepare. You wanted everything to be perfect for her.

   END OF FLASHBACK

  Ellie was staring at you in surprise, her head agitated from following you with her eyes as you scurried to and fro. “ What are you doing? You okay? “ You nooded your head and sighed in relief, secretly putting the gift you prepared in your bag. You took everything with you. Everything was ready for this day to be perfect.  Joel and Tommy did what they said and prepared a really great place for you. It took a while, but it seemed worth it.

 "Yeah, I'm ready." You opened the outer door but had to pause for the last time. Ellie gently pushed you out before you're eating yourself up wondering if I really got it all. “ You're being weird you know. “  “Oh well. It's me being me, I guess. “ You chuckled and you made your way to the barn with Ellie. When Ellie was talking about Maria acting so weird at dinner last night and Dina throwing up all the time, you didn't even hear her , wondering if the day was going to be good or bad. Ellie nudged your arm with hers realizing this. “Hey babe, you're listening? “  “Yeah I am. “

 “  Really? What did I just say then? “ You just stood there at that moment. Even when you opened your eyes wide and looked at her, Ellie never broke that grin on her face. She looked like she was going to laugh for a moment, but took on a fake expression of anger. “ I-you-you were talking about the food last night. Yeah, you were-were saying how good it was and-  "  “ I might love the food more than you right now. “ You grinned and gave her an apologetic kiss on the cheek. “ Sorry baby. Just lots of things on my mind lately. " Ellie hummed and said quietly,  ' it's okay babe ‘  After getting on your horses and a short pep talk, you stepped out of Jackson's big door. Although Ellie thought you were going to do your usual patrol work, you had to take her on a different path on the way. Of course, this did not escape Ellie's notice. She complained to you a few times what was going on, why you took a different path, that that side wouldn't be clean, but you just wanted her to trust you.

 “ Ellie just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doing. “

 “ Well it’s not our route. “

 “ I know but- “ You exhaled with difficulty. “Just trust me. It will be worth it.” . At that moment you really hoped that when you got there, everything would be fine and you could make a wonderful proposal to the love of your life. Ellie gave up her objections after a while.  It didn't take you long to get there, as Joel had already said they found it on their way. The area had been cleaned, contrary to what Ellie had thought. There was no diseased. But there was still the possibility that other people would come. Even though you always thought of the bad until that moment, you couldn't describe the joy when you saw the building. Here, you were going to tell her that she is the meaning of your life, that you love her very much and that you want to spend a lifetime with her. Finally, officially you would be Ellie's and Ellie would be yours.

 “ What is this place? “

 “ You ask too much. “ You said and got off your horse. You held out your hand to get her to get off the Shimmer as well. Ellie couldn't hide her surprise at this behavior, but she took your hand and let  her put her down. “ Wow, you're such  a prince now huh. “ You laughed. After taking the horses to a safer place, you took her hand while Ellie was tending her horse, and you eagerly followed her up the stairs to the main area.

 Although the building you are in looks like it is really rundown from the outside, it was very different from the outside where you were. You were really surprised that Joel made this place so tidy, but you hid it. You were on the top floor of the building. It could have been a roof, but Joel had put a white umbrella with artificial ivy hanging from the sides where you were sitting. Starry fairy lights placed next to the cushions to avoid attracting too much attention seemed to make this place even more beautiful.  You let go of Ellie's hand and quickly set off to turn on the lights. “ What- I'm sorry but what the actual fuck? “ After you had done the work of turning on the lamps, you went to her. Her face naturally looked very strange but also funny.   “Come. Hold my hand, please. “ You said as quietly as you could. Ellie took your hand, but she seemed undecided whether or not to go.  You finally got her to sit on the mat, take your foods out of the bag and put them on the cover, and since you were going to give your gift lastly, you kind of hid it by taking your bag behind you and were careful for her not to see it.  When you looked at Ellie, you saw that she was admiring the view in front of you. It wasn't fair because you loved this look just as much as Ellie. “ I thought I'd surprise you with something like this. I know you like these kind of scenes. “   She turned her head to you and smiled  with those beautiful dimples. She grabbed one of your hands and squeezed it gently, as if in thanks. “ Thank you baby but you didn't have to. “  “Nah. Don't even dare to tell me that I didn't have to. If you say it again. I'm gonna tickle you 'till you die. “ In response, she threw her head back and laughed. “ I'd like to see you try baby. “

 “ As much as I want to do that right now, I'm very hungry and I can eat you any minute. “  “ Well, babe, although I really would like to see you eating me but I'm hungry too so maybe another time. “ You both laughed when she said that. After watching the magnificent view in front of you for a few more minutes, you started to eat.

  It was almost evening by the time you finished your meal, and it was time to go, as it wouldn't be nice to be in the dark. You caught Ellie's attention with a fake cough as she watched the sky with a smile on her face with her arm under her head. You took the bag behind you without hesitation, but your hands were shaking as you pulled out the box. Ellie was watching you with a frown, carefully following your every move. Or was it what she was thinking?  You coughed to let her focus on your face again, and you stood up, taking her hand and asking her to get up. “Stay. “ You said, looking at her like a kitten. It was a request rather than an order. It was a hope. It was excitement. Indeed, even though you had rehearsed this, your hands and feet were trembling in fear of screwing things up in front of her. You paused for a moment and knelt before her, breathing heavily. Ellie was standing in front of you with her hands at her sides. Even though that emptiness on your face startled you, you didn't back down. There was no turning back from this.

 “ You know I'm not very good at my choices with words, but I'm trying for you. We've been together for a while and not a day goes by without you, Ellie. You've always been by my side. In every sense. But I don't know if I'm being selfish by asking things to get serious but Ellie, I love you and- and will you marry me,babe? “ You finished quickly for fear of screwing up your words. With your head bowed, the ring box made by Joel and the wooden but elegant, painted ring also carved by Joel in your hand, you waited extended towards Ellie, hoping she would accept your proposal. Even though you were serious in your words, it made you proud that you didn't say what you said while rehearsing. Those words were an exaggeration. They didn't reflect you.

 When you least expect it, Ellie grabbed your arms and lifted you up, raising your still slanted head on both cheeks with both hands, planting a kiss on your nose. “ I don't know what you did to do these but you could've just asked me,baby. “ She said in a low voice and you said in the same tone,“ I know but I wanted to see you happy like this, you watching the scene in front of us while I watch you smile. S-so what-" She immediately closed your lips, interrupting you. The light of the fairy lights reflected so beautifully on Ellie's face that her baby-like face was clearly visible. You even forgot the box in your hand while she was kissing you. Pulling back, Ellie bent down, picked up the box and handed it to you. “ I want to get it from you baby. “ You nodded with an enthusiastic smile and handed the box again, but this time you didn't ask the question. She took the ring in her hand, smiled, and put it on. As she did that, you threw the box to be never found again, and you grabbed her waist and swirled her around with laughter and kisses in between. Now you were each other's and no one could separate you. As they say, until death do you part.

  You managed to pack up and make it to Jackson before the evening too fell. You were so happy that you could finally spend time with Ellie like this and surprise her , and even everyone could see it in your eyes. After passing through Jackson's great pass, you came to your house hand in hand, but the light  was on. Just as Ellie was about to open the door, you stopped her and said you had a plan. You both chuckled like witches at this insidious plan and entered the house to implement it.

 Your plan was to play a very bad prank on the Miller family and your friends. You told them that you couldn't propose to Ellie, that she was very grumpy and that you were fighting until you were there and you faked a fight in front of them.

  While Jesse mockingly watched this fake fight, the others were trying to separate and reconcile you. You both got a strong slap from Dina when Jesse, who could silence you all with his loud voice, said that he understood it was a joke, but in the end it ended with laughter and congratulations.  Before leaving the house, Joel said good night and left the house after looking at you both with sad, tearful but proud eyes and stroking both of your heads affectionately. After the door closed, you and Ellie turned to each other, and after turning off the lights, you kissed each other with love and longing. It was like a dream that day, but that dream didn't turn into a nightmare only depended on having Ellie by your side. Finally, the words that couldn't be said before were said and the happy ending was reached.

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How can she be so hot 🥵🤤

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Can you do a ellie x fem (please) about there relationship kinda being toxic and they fight but make up with a quick fuck. I'm a lil to horny rn 😭

Babyy not just youu. I'm so fckn horny for Ellie 🥺😍 Thank you for your request 💫💜 I got it into my drafts!

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bro bartender!ellie au where reader is a regular and ellie thinks they’re attractive and eventually ends in smut? 😋

You guys have literally the best ideas ever and I'm loving every single of them 🤩 Thank you for your request!!!

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College! Au with ellie? Smut, and ellie is a bit aggressive? Thank you!

UUUU! We like modern Ellie :) Thank you so much for your request !!