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Cinnabon

Summary: (mall rats 7, final part!) Joel ruins a special moment, leading to another stupid argument, leading to him fucking the daylights out of you on his couch. Lovingly.

Tags: AU where yeast is not dead and we can all bake and be happy. Cordyceps is no longer in the flour/sugar either (work with me) Cinnabons, 69, dirty talk, unprotected Piv, creampie because it’s me, strang3lov3. soft dom joel because again, it’s me, strang3lov3. Strange highs and strange lows, that’s how my love goes. You get it.

A/N: As always, thank you @papipascalispunk for editing ❤️ you’ve helped me so much on this series and you have no clue how thankful I am for that. Definitely abusing your talents for the next shit I wanna write! And thank you to everyone who’s read and reblogged, commented, all of that good stuff. This was a blast to write!!!

This may not be the absolute end of these two, so you might get an update on them here and there, most likely in the form of yet another lovers quarrel. But I have so much stuff planned and I hope you continue to keep up with me ❤️ excited for the new year and to share what else i've been writing with all of you 🩷

It’s early in the morning in late December when you’re walking up to Joel’s porch, holding a basket full of ingredients and a dusty copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. You knock on the door, no answer. With Joel’s poor hearing, sometimes it’s better to knock on his back door. He seems to hear it better, closer to his bedroom and all that. You make your way to his back door, where you find Ellie quietly opening the window next to the door, no doubt sneaking back from a friend’s house. You startle each other, “Ellie, hi,” you say. You wrinkle your nose, she smells like weed. You can’t help but smirk.

“Oh,” she says, “Hi. I’m not– I’m just–”

“I won’t tell Joel,” you smile. Ellie’s staring at your basket of goodies, where one of your lacy Victoria’s Secret thongs sits on top of a blue Cinnabon apron. “I’m just…baking. For Joel. Are you gonna be home today?”

It’s Ellie’s turn to smirk at you, as she opens the window the rest of the way and lifts herself inside the house. You hear her heavy footsteps before she unlocks and opens the door for you. “I can disappear,” she replies, “I require payment, though.”

“I’ll leave you a plate outside your door.”

“Deal.”

Ellie goes to her room probably to change clothes, and you go toward Joel’s kitchen. “I want two of whatever you’re making,” Ellie calls out before slamming the back door again, probably going back to her friend’s house. That girl certainly knows how to negotiate. You can’t help but love her for it.

Joel usually wakes up early, but he’s not on his recliner where you expect him to be. Must be in bed. You smile to yourself, picturing Joel coming downstairs in his pajamas, hair messy and sighing in pleasure at the sweet aroma of butter and cinnamon.

You’re making Cinnabons this morning. Well, cinnamon rolls, as Betty Crocker puts it. When you and Joel were in the Barnes and Noble at the mall picking up books for Jackson’s library, you had stumbled across Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. Flipping through the pages, you found a recipe for cinnamon rolls and thought back to that first time in the mall with Joel, where he explained what a Cinnabon was, and then lied about his sweet tooth.

There were loads of recipes, many interesting pictures too. You brought the book to Joel and pointed at a picture of some odd, translucent dome-shaped food item. He told you it was called Jell-O, and that no one misses it. You wanted to take the cookbook back with you, but there wasn’t room in the duffel bag. And you couldn’t bear to rip out a single page for one recipe. That would just be cruel.

At the end of the day, you went back to Tommy’s office with Joel. Joel usually walks you home, but he didn’t that day. Said he was running late for game night with Ellie, so he took off quickly. Tommy told you he’d walk you home, though.

As you and Tommy went through some of the books, he heard you sigh disappointedly, “What’s gotcha down, hon?”

“There was this book I wanted, but we didn’t have room.”

“What book?”

“Cookbook,” you replied, “I wanted to make a recipe for Joel.”

“Ah,” Tommy murmured, flipping through the pages of an old picture book, “Which recipe?”

“Cinnamon rolls.”

“Oh man,” Tommy groaned. He checked his watch, then looked at you with a light in his eyes.

“I’ll take you back there right now to get that book.”

“You’d do that?”, you asked.

“For you, of course. But I got my motives. Ya gotta hook me up with some of those rolls.”

There are few things that make you feel as loved and appreciated as when Tommy’s eating your food, showering you in the sweetest compliments and praises. No problem, you’d gladly share your baking with him. So Tommy took you back to the mall. You led him to the bookstore, picked up your book and went on your merry way. Tommy still hadn’t gotten to check the mall out for himself, though. So he wandered through the same areas you did, through the food court you and Joel picked through all that time ago. At the Cinnabon stand, he tossed you a blue apron with the word ‘Cinnabon’ embroidered at the chest. “Bet ya could make Joel turn bright red with this.”

You picked up what he was putting down immediately. And, thinking about it, you had a lacy thong that would match the apron perfectly. You remembered the blush on Joel’s cheeks as you tried on lingerie at Victoria’s Secret, how he mumbled something about lingerie being a waste of time before fucking you in the dressing room, still wearing your pretty pink chiffon babydoll. You wondered if faced with a big, gooey cinnamon roll sitting in front of him, and you in nothing but an apron and a thong, he’d still lie about that sweet tooth of his and his disdain for lingerie. Cause for an experiment.

–

In Joel’s kitchen, you prepare the recipe. You prepped the dough last night, giving it plenty of time to rise. All you have to do this morning is prepare the cinnamon-sugar mixture and the icing. Oh, and put on that apron and thong. Not too hard.

Once the rolls are assembled in the pan, you put them in Joel’s oven and change into your little outfit, feeling a little breeze on your bare ass. Good thing Ellie’s gone. As you’re waiting for the rolls to bake, you lean over Joel’s kitchen table and flip through the pages of your cookbook. The Jell-O still has you perplexed.

Some time goes by. You’re reading about the Jell-O, how Betty Crocker said that it was great for parties and baby showers and other things like that. The slam of the glass door behind you startles you. You whip around, and there’s Joel with bright red cheeks, looking shocked and horrified. Through the glass door, you see Tommy in Joel’s yard. He waves at you, smiling. You wave back.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel grumbles, quickly pulling the blinds over the glass door to protect your modesty, “You gonna explain why you’re bare assed in my kitchen?”

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he grumbles, as the egg timer you set prior goes off with a ding. You open the oven and pull out the cinnamon rolls with a pair of potholders, giving Joel a perfect view of your entire ass. “Oh my god,” he groans. When you turn around, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, always so dramatic. You reach for the Pyrex measuring bowl full of icing you prepared and begin drizzling it over the warm cinnamon rolls. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy. You’re somethin’ else, you know that? I never know what–”, Joel stops speaking, and you look back at him once more. He’s intrigued, eyes wide. The pastry has pulled his attention away from your nearly-bare body. “Those uh– those cinnamon rolls?”

“Cinnabons,” you correct him, pointing to the embroidered logo on your chest, “But yeah– cinnamon rolls.”

“Right,” he murmurs, stepping closer to you. He reaches into one of his drawers for a fork and pushes you out of the way.

“Joel,” you complain as he steals a bite of the cinnamon rolls, right out of the pan. He blows on it first, careful not to burn his tongue. When he tastes the pastry, his eyes flutter shut. He moans softly. “You said once that you missed Cinnabons,” you explain, speaking softly. Joel reaches for another bite, right out of the pan.

“Mhm,” he mumbles, mouth full of dessert.

“What’s the verdict?”

“Cinnabon’s better,” he answers plainly.

Your face drops. “What?”

“Yeah this–”, he takes another bite, “S’no good at all.”

He’s fucking with you. Probably gonna say something dumb like how you should give him the pan, let him dispose of those no good cinnamon rolls for you. “Dick,” you punch his arm for scaring you like that. He doesn’t mind.

“You made these for me?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly, “For you.”

“For me,” he repeats, a soft smile on his face. You’re kind of baffled at his mood change, but you know what they say about men and food; the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, all that stuff. He steps closer to you, backing you against the countertop and turning off his oven, still wearing that smile, like he knows something you don’t.

“But I owe Tommy and Ellie one, too,” you continue, voice a little shaky. You’re nervous, why is he making you nervous? Joel sets his fork down and stares at you, lovingly, tenderly. “I made two batches before this, fucked both of those up. And then I ran out of sugar, actually. Tommy had to steal me some more.”

“I love you.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. He says it plainly, no frills. Just out with it.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he hums, “I do. Still would like an answer as to why you’re half-naked, though.”

Your face heats up. What were you saying? The cinnamon rolls, right.

“I was– I don’t know. I had to knead the rolls by hand. The recipe said a stand mixer would be easier, but I didn’t…”, you trail off, feeling a little fuzzy, like you can’t think straight, your train of thought slipping away from you, “Didn’t have one. I love you too, actually.”

“I know,” he replies softly. He never doubted it for a second. Lord, he’s so handsome. His eyes sparkle more than usual, his fluffy curls untamed. The flannel he’s wearing suits him perfectly, and you can’t help but stare, stammering quietly. He reaches for your face with one hand, wrapping the other around your waist and pulling you close to his body, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Oh, fuck. You squirm out from his hold, away from the counter he held you against. Joel looks absolutely baffled as you smile sheepishly. “Can you grab me a plate for the Cinnabons?”, you ask, “I need to leave one by Ellie’s door.”

“I’d like to kiss you first, if you don’t mind,” he says, walking towards you. You keep walking backwards, around the kitchen table. Joel follows you as you look through his drawers for a spatula, opening and closing cabinets with shaky hands as you try to find a plate. Where are his fucking plates? Joel reaches for your hand to stop you. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Joel’s missing something here. Has to be. You love Joel. Joel loves you. That’s been established, just like, two minutes ago. And you’ve been intimate with him many times before. The next logical step in this series of very out of order steps would be to kiss you. Unless…“Are you nervous?”, he asks.

“About what?”, you ask, “Kissing?”

“No, underwater basket weaving. Yes, kissing,” he sighs, “You seem nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lie, “I’d just like to be the one to do it first.”

“Oh,” Joel replies, still a little confused, “Yeah, naturally. Makes sense.” He takes you by the hand and leads you to his living room, sits you on the couch and takes his place next to you. “Lay it on me, then.”

“I can’t just–”

“You can,” he interrupts, coaxing you gently, “Come closer.” You scoot closer, but it’s not enough for Joel. Still wearing nothing but a thong and an apron, he lifts you by your ass and places you on his lap. Joel wears an expectant look on his face as you adjust yourself on his lap, feeling so awkward and out of your element. You’ve kissed people before, this should be no big deal. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous with Joel, especially when you’ve done everything else with him.

“Joel, I– I don’t know where to put my hands.”

“Right here,” he whispers, placing your hands on his shoulders, “Or here,” he moves your hands to his jaw, his patchy beard prickly under your fingertips. “Wherever you want.”

“I like your shoulders,” you whisper, dropping your hands back to his shoulders. One of your hands slides to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

“S’good,” he says. And oh, his eyes. Brown and so warm, inviting, so beautiful.

“Close your eyes,” you demand, intimidated by his stare. “Sorry. Close your eyes,” you repeat, softer.

“My bad,” Joel replies, his eyes now shut. You’ve never noticed how pretty his lashes are before now. They’re gorgeous, so long. “They’re closed now.”

“Okay,” you breathe.

“You got it,” he encourages.

God, this is daunting. You close your eyes, lean forward…and smooch him right on the cheek. There. Easy.

“Doesn’t count,” Joel murmurs through a smile, eyes still closed. Fuck. You adjust yourself on his lap, lean forward and…nothing. Joel waits. And waits. And waits.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” you say, trying to will yourself to just do it.

“Okay, sweetheart. You got it,” he whispers. But you don’t kiss him yet, and Joel keeps waiting, feeling himself beginning to grow hard as you keep squirming on his lap, adjusting yourself some more. “Hon?”

“Yeah?”

“Any minute, now.”

“I know,” you say, “I’m gonna kiss you.” But you adjust again. A minute passes with you on Joel’s lap as he waits patiently for you to finally kiss him. Another minute. And then you lean forward and – nothing.

“I’m gonna count down from three, and then you’ll kiss me. How about that?”

Yeah, sounds like a plan.

“Okay,” you reply.

“Three…two…”, Joel counts, and you prepare once more to kiss him, “One,” Nothing. Joel sighs, “You’re killin’ me here.”

“I was about to do it, Joel.”

“Uh huh.”

“I was,” you argue, “You just keep talking and–”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit. You’re the one doin’ most of the talkin’, like usual.”

“That’s not true,” you argue, but are interrupted when he opens his eyes. That’s not supposed to happen. He wears a mischievous grin as he sits up and his hands begin to slide up your sides. Your already pounding heart begins to beat even harder, faster, because Jesus Christ, he seems like he’s about to kiss you. “What are you doing?”

“Ya got three more seconds to kiss me. Three…”

“Joel, not funny,” you scold as he takes your face in his hands.

“Two…”

You’re beginning to panic, “Joel–”

And then he fucking kisses you, the bastard! No tongue, just a sweet, gentle peck. It’s despicable. You shove him back on the couch and glare at him, “You kissed me!”

“How awful,” Joel says with mock sympathy before he leans forward and kisses you again. You shove him again, harder.

“You asshole. I was gonna do it.”

“No, you weren’t,” he replies plainly. He tries to kiss you again, but you keep your hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the couch cushion. Joel’s smirking, but you’re scowling.

“Yes, I was.”

“Okay,” Joel laughs, “We can redo it, then.”

You sigh, “No, Joel, we cannot redo it. You already ruined it.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Shit. S’too bad,” Joel feigns a sympathetic pout as he wraps both hands around your wrists that pin his shoulders, removing them from his body. He pushes your hands behind your back, holding them tightly as he kisses you again. And again, this time a little longer. Your lips begin to slide against his, and…god, they’re soft. The bastard.

“You’re ruining–”

“For the love of god, you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ nuts,” Joel mumbles against your lips.

“I was supposed to–”

“No. You had your turn. We’re doin’ it my way now,” Joel says, “That means,” he kisses you, “M’gonna kiss you,” another kiss, “And fuck you,” another kiss, “As I please, because I love you,” he whispers. He kisses you before he maneuvers you to lay across the couch cushions, now pinning your wrists above your head under just one of his hands “And you can’t do a thing about it. Got it?”

“I–”

He doesn’t let you argue further. Always so stubborn, you. “Good girl. Yeah, you got it,” Joel kisses you again. It’s different this time. Deeper, hungrier, messier. So much tension, time spent dancing around feelings, and it’s all out there now. His tongue slides past your lips and he tastes like cinnamon and sugar. You’ve been depriving yourself of him for too long. “And after all this, I’m gonna eat some of them cinnabons you made. And I won’t share, either.”

With his free hand, Joel unzips his pants to free his cock. “You know what you do to me, trouble?” he asks, breathing heavily. “Got me hard as a fuckin’ rock with all that squirmin’ ya did instead of kissin’ me,” Joel lifts the bottom of your apron up, exposing yourself to him, already dripping wet as he pulls off your soaked thong. You could have expected the ensemble wouldn’t have lasted long. And how are you already wet? One second you’re arguing about a stupid kiss and the next, he’s got you pinned beneath him and you’re dripping. You gasp as Joel gathers your slick with his fingers before stroking his cock, dipping his head back down to kiss you. He kisses your lips sloppily, then your cheek and down your jaw, your neck, nipping at the skin and soothing the marks with his tongue. It feels hot and passionate, and loving and dirty; all the best things at once.

“Oh, god,” you moan as he kisses further down your body, still stroking his cock. He pauses momentarily to pull the strap of the apron over your head, then lifting your ass to untie the apron in the back. He pulls the fabric away from you quickly, tossing it on the floor. He kisses your chest, dividing his attention equally between your breasts. Pinching, twisting one nipple, kissing and licking the other, then switching. He leaves them wet with his spit as he kisses down your body, stopping before he reaches your pussy. “Joel,” you whine, “Please– need your mouth on me.”

“Oh, convenient. Now you want my mouth,” he breathes, teasing you.

“Please, I need it, need you,” you beg.

“Wouldn’t ya know it, I need your mouth too.”

“So? Me first.”

“God, you’re a brat. Nice try,” Joel pulls away from your body, taking off his clothes quickly, “Said we’re doin’ things my way. Tryin’ somethin’ new today. Scoot,” he motions for you to move to the side. “On all fours, now. Come on, up,” you scoot to the side where Joel tells you to, slightly confused as you take the position. Joel takes his place next to you, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down to his face. “Sit,” he tells you.

“Joel,” you begin to protest. Surely he doesn’t want you to actually sit on his face, right?

“You trust me.” It’s not a question. He knows you trust him, he knows you know he’ll take care of you. Of course he will. His voice is firm, confident, “I need you to sit,” as he pulls your center to his mouth, wasting no time in pressing kisses into your folds, slick and sticky with your growing arousal. Your breasts are pressed against his soft stomach, hands gripping his meaty thighs. Freeing an arm from its place at your hip, Joel wraps his hand around his cock, rock hard with a swollen blushed tip. He uses his other hand to reach for your head, pushing your face towards his member. “Take me in your mouth,” he says. “See? We’re compromising. S’what people in love do.” What an asshole.

Wrapping a hand around his thick cock, you guide his tip to your mouth, pressing wet kisses against the smooth skin. He tastes like he always does, familiar and masculine, salty and sweaty, as you trace over his swollen veins with your tongue. Joel groans against your cunt as he parts your lips, your tongue still painting delicate swirls on his skin.

“Yeah, attagirl,” he praises in a raspy voice, “Best of both worlds, ain’t it?” Joel laps at your cunt, moaning softly at the way you taste, your arousal almost as sweet and delicious as your cinnamon rolls from earlier. He keeps you held firm against his face as he licks you, alternating between drawing firm lines with the tip of his tongue and fat stripes with his tongue flattened.

“Mmmm,” you moan, voice muffled by his cock. You’ve got him as deep as you can take him, your nose nudging his balls slightly as you cup them gently in your hand. Joel surprises you when he dips his tongue into your pussy, tasting every bit of your pussy. You stop what you’re doing, the only thing your mind can focus on is the feeling of his tongue working magic inside you.

He swats your hip, “Know it feels good, but it goes both ways, sweetheart.”

“Please, Joel,” you beg.

“You know the rules,” he says, “You stop, I stop. Keep goin’, you’re suckin’ my cock so good, sweetheart. So good. Always do, you know that?” You begin to bob your head on his cock once more, Joel rewarding you with wet, sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your pussy. It takes everything you have to focus on his pleasure when he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking gently on the sensitive spot and humming against you. It’s not long before that familiar feeling begins to build in your stomach, your first orgasm washing over you.

You gasp for air, “Oh my god, Joel,” as he works you through your climax. Joel never lets up, not once. He keeps sucking, licking your clit, his facial hair tickling your skin and only adding to the overwhelming sensation. Once more, your peak begins to build. “I’m– fuck, I’m gonna come again.”

“S’the fuckin’ point, my love,” Joel mumbles quietly, and you can feel his smirk. Despite the rules, you’re not even sucking his cock anymore, your face instead resting on his body, haphazardly stroking his length as pleasure erupts from your core. You’re a moaning mess, pussy dripping and soaking Joel’s face.

Joel gives you a moment to catch your breath. Underneath you, he places one last kiss right on your clit before he gently slides himself out from your body. You’re hardly coherent as he meets you once more, this time his face inches above yours, caging you in his arms. His cock bounces between your legs and he leans down to kiss you again. His lips are wet and you can taste your arousal on his tongue. “Look at that, I stole another one,” he taunts.

“You’re a dick,” you breathe against his mouth, your body betraying you as you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips.

“Yeah, yeah,” and in one swift motion, Joel lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you. He kisses you again, swallowing your gasp as he parts your insides, letting you feel every inch of him. God, he feels good. You’ll never tire of that stretch, that delicious feeling of being completely full of him.

“Oh, Joel,” you moan. He pulls out slowly, then slides back in at a harsher pace, grunting when he bottoms out inside of you. He takes both of your hands in his own, pinning them above your head as he rocks his hips. It’s tender yet dominant, just how everything is with Joel. Just how you like him.

��Love this pussy,” he purrs, “An’ I love you so much,” as he fucks you deeply, intensely. You whimper through his thrusts, each stroke fluid and firm and intentional. He knows your body like his own. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart. You always do.”

You writhe underneath him, relishing in the pleasure he gives you. His name and sweet whisperings of love are all you can speak, each word coming out in soft, broken cries. The wet, sticky noises of your pussy fill the room, along with your moans and Joel’s grunting, groaning, and heaving breaths. You tilt your head to the side, arms still pinned beneath Joel’s hands. You kiss his wrists and bite his skin there gently.

“Come with me, baby,” he coos, adjusting the angle and finding that sweet spot inside you, that spot he knows and loves. He lets go of your arms, one of his big, masculine hands now on your waist, the other thumbing your clit. “Give me one more, sweetheart.”

It’s all it takes. His words send you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him, walls fluttering and pulsing with every thrust of his cock. “Fuck, Joel,” you whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm. You wrap your legs around his body, the heels of your feet bouncing against his ass, simultaneously pulling him into a tight embrace with your now free arms. Everything about this moment with Joel is perfect, the way he smells, his hot skin, how close and safe you feel with him. It sends Joel over the edge, too. With your name on his lips, your cunt gushing and pulsing around his cock, he spills inside you, painting ribbons of himself deep inside you as he helps you ride out your own climax as long as he can.

He pulls out of you with a soft groan. He cleans you quickly with his t-shirt, a warm smile on his lips. He kisses your forehead, then sits back against the couch, catching his breath. You sit up too, and Joel holds out his arm as an invitation for you to curl into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder, you stare at him. All of his beautiful features, warm brown eyes, his smile lines, his aquiline nose. And then, you do it. You kiss him. Long and deep, passionate. Hours could be passing, you don’t know.

Joel breaks the kiss. He pulls away from you, no longer smiling warmly. Instead, he wears his teasing grin. “Finally,” he smirks. He holds up his hand for a high five. Fucker. You roll your eyes, lifting yourself off the couch and buttoning Joel’s flannel over yourself. You make your way to the kitchen, finding a plate and placing two cinnamon rolls on them. You reach for an old pencil that sits on the window sill, scribbling ‘Ellie’ on a piece of nearby scratch paper and leaving it next to the plate. A deal is a deal, after all.

“Don’t leave me hangin’, now,” Joel calls out to you from the living room. You turn around and he’s waving his hand, nagging you about his abandoned high five.

You flip him off. Asshole.

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Tags / cw: headcanons, cheerleader!reader x dropout!ellie, fluff, Highschool au, Ellie is older by 1 year, reader is in senior year, 90s era

Dropout!Ellie who always does her best to show up and be supportive of your cheerleading

She always makes sure to pick you up every Friday night after practice, long after the sun has set and dew had started to form on the cold grass field.

She makes sure to wait by her pickup truck in the parking lot, leaning against the drivers side door and listening to music on her walkman until you come over to meet her.

She always greets you with a kiss on the cheek and one of her jackets to keep you warm in your thin uniform - the smell of her wrapped around you makes you feel so cozy.

Dropout!Ellie who lets you hangout with her in the back of her truck after practice, eating the worst junk food known to man as you gossip about people from your school

You’re sitting in the back of her truck, cuddling her under a shared blanket as you share a greasy cheese pizza - your legs intertwined as you try to feed her a slice with her eyes closed, making you both giggle as she fails miserably.

While she dropped out a couple years ago, she was still in the grade above you, so you have some shared memories about school. There are certain people she knows about, but most of them that you gossip about are complete strangers.

“No fucking way, he still goes there? Dude’s like a super duper senior at this point!”

Dropout!Ellie who won’t let you go home without a proper goodbye, leading to giggly make out sessions in her truck as you both try to hide from the automatic nightlights in your driveway.

Dropout!Ellie who sneaks into your school to watch your routines during matches, and somehow never gets caught.

At this point, you’re 99% sure she’s bribing the office ladies not to rat her out because they still have a soft spot for her.

Ellie never fucking tells you when she’s gonna show up, so every single time it takes you by surprise when you see her hiding behind the bleachers and cheering you on as you balance at the top of the pyramid.

And every single time, you almost fall from how distracted you get.

Dropout!Ellie who tries to involve herself with your schoolwork and be helpful, but is the exact opposite of what she attempts to do.

You’re studying for finals at the park while Ellie swings upside down on some random tree branch, blasting rock so loud that you can hear it all the way on the bench.

All of a sudden you hear her run over to you, leaves crunching under her feet, and two heavy hands landing on your shoulders

“So whatcha doinggg??”

She immediately regrets asking, because now you’ve trapped her next to you and planted a massive textbook in front of her to help you study.

“Babe- I dropped out in grade ten there’s no way I can help with any of this shit-”

Secretly, she gets a little sad sometimes because she can’t connect with you about school or share classes with you since she dropped out.

Dropout!Ellie who tried doing your makeup once, and you never let her go near it again because of how bad it was.

“No- Ellie it’s meant to be sparkly on the inner corner-”

“Stop with the fucking medical terms and just let me-”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO-”

You were 27 minutes late to practice that day because of how much Ellie insisted she do your makeup even though it wasn’t necessary.

You spent those 27 minutes desperately trying to wipe off the bright blue glitter she’d spread all the way up to your eyebrows.

Sometimes you still find pieces of glitter in your carpet from the whole fiasco.

You help her feel better, though, by letting her pick out which bows to put in your hair and which colours you can use for eyeshadow during games.

Dropout!Ellie who makes sure she’s always there with you during games, even when she can’t make it herself.

While you were busy getting dressed into your uniform, she was fiddling around with you pom-poms, eyeing all the pretty colours and sparkles.

She wanted to stay as long as she could until you had to leave for the game, because this time she couldn’t go with you.

But a sharpie on your desk caught her eye, and she suddenly had a small idea on what she could do.

And hours later, after the game, when you went to grab your stuff to leave, you noticed a tiny little black smudge on the handle of your pom-poms. And upon taking a closer look, a small smile made its way to your face after you saw your girlfriend��s faded initials hidden behind all the ribbons and plastic.

Dropout!Ellie who cannot wait for summer, when she can finally have you all to herself without school or practice or homework getting in the way.

Half of the summer you aren’t even sleeping at home. Instead, Ellie sneaks you out of the house and drives three hours into the middle of nowhere to look at the stars.

She puts up some blankets and pillows in the back of her truck, brings out a radio softly playing nirvana, and a Tupperware box of cookies she made to share as you lay in the back of her truck to stargaze.

She points out the bigger ones, and the ones making constellations to you as you wrap your arms around her and listen to her nerdy mumbling, slowly lulling you to sleep.

“See? That one there’s called Ursa Major. I uh, read it somewhere a while back in one of those astronomy books you got me.”

“…mhm…”

She giggles at your quiet chirps to her explanations as your slowly fall asleep, before pulling a blanket over you and lets you drift off under the stars.

And when you wake up - still outside in the back of her truck - resting on her now sleeping chest, you glance at Ellie and her resting expression. You watch how it becomes blanketed by the early morning sunrise, and you listen to how the radio is playing some indie country artist you couldn’t name.

And after a while, you decide that, despite the fact she’s a dropout and your a straight A cheerleader, and despair the fact that it is the most random pairing ever, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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literary-illuminati · 5 months

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Book Review 70 – American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis

I’m honestly not sure I ever would have gotten around to reading this on my own, but ended up buying it through the ‘blind date with a book’ thing a bookstore in New York was doing when I was visiting (incredible gimmick, for the record). The fact that it then took me a solid three months to actually finish probably tells you something about how genuinely difficult a read I found it. Not in the sense of being bad, but just legitimately difficult to stomach at points. Overall I’d call it a real triumph of literature.

Not that anyone doesn’t already know, but; the book is spent inside the head of Patrick Bateman, high-flying wall street trader and Harvard blueblood at the close of the Reagan era. Also a serial killer. The story is told as a series of more or less disconnected vignettes, jumping from dinner conversations at one exclusive bar or club or another to the brutal torture and murder of a sex worker to several pages of incredibly vapid pontification on Nina Simone’s discography. The story vaguely tracks Bateman growing ever-more alienated and out of control as the year goes on, but there’s very much not any real single narrative or cathartic climax here. - most stuff just happens (stuff that’s either incredibly tedious or utterly nauseating by turns but still just, stuff).

So yeah this is an intensely literary work (obviously), a word I’m here using to mean one that is as much about the form and style of the writing as about the actual events portrayed. Bateman is a monster, but more than that he’s just an utterly boring and tedious husk of a man, traits which are exaggerated to the point of being fascinating– if you told this story in conventional third person narration without all the weird asides, it would be a) like half as long and b) totally worthless. The tonal whiplash of going from an incredibly visceral depiction of Bateman cutting out the eyes of a homeless man to six (utterly insipid) pages on the merits of The Doors is the selling point here (well actually I think Ellis goes back to that specific well probably one time too many, but in general I mean).

Bateman is a tedious, unstable monster, but as far as the book has an obvious thesis it’s that he differs from the rest of his social milieu only in degree. A symptom of a fundamentally rotten society, not a heroic devil among sheep. The book’s climax, such as it is, involved Bateman getting into a drug-fueled gunfight with the NYPD, shooting multiple people in the middle of the street, and then stumbling home and leaving a rambling confession to every crime on his lawyer’s answering machine – but despite very clearly wanting and trying to get caught and face some sort of consequence or justice, people just refuse to believe that someone like him is capable of anything like that. (It’s not, it must be said, an especially subtle book).

There is, as far as I can recall, not a single character who gets enough screentime to give an idea of their personality who I’d call likeable. Sympathetic, sure, but that’s mostly because it’s pretty much impossible not to sympathize with someone getting horrifically tortured and torn apart (at one point a starving rat is involved). The upper crust of New York yuppie-dom is portrayed as shallow and vapid, casually bigoted towards quite literally everyone who isn’t identical to them, status-obsessed to the point of only being able to understand the world as a collection of markers of class and coolness, and totally incapable of real human connection. Bateman is a monster not because of any freak abnormality, but just because he takes all of that a few steps further than his coworkers.

The book is totally serious and straight-faced in its presentation, and absolutely never acknowledges any of the running gags that are kept up through it. Which shows impressive restraint, and also means that none of them exactly have a payoff or a punchline – it’s just a feature of the world that all the expensive meals at trendy restaurants everyone competes for tables at sound disgusting when you think about them for a moment, or that the whole class of wall street trader guy are so entirely interchangeable that ostensible close friends and coworkers constantly mistake each other for other traders and no one particularly cares. Or – and I’m taking this on faith because fuck knows I’ve got no idea what any of the brands people are wearing are – that the ruinously expensive outfits everyone spends so very much time and money on for every engagement all clash comically if you actually looked up what the different pieces looked like. The book’s in no way really a comedy, so the jokes sit a bit oddly, but they’re still overall pretty funny, at least to me.

I like to think I have something of a strong stomach for unpleasant material in books, but this was the first work of fiction that I had genuine trouble reading for content reasons in I can’t even remember. I’m not sure it’s exactly right to call the violence pornographic in a general sense, but as far as American Psycho goes the register and tone Bateman uses to describe fucking a woman and torturing her to death are basically identical (and told in similarly explicit detail), and all of Bateman’s sexual fantasies are more or less explicitly just porn scenes he wants to recreate, so. Regardless, the result’s pretty alienating in both cases – his internal monologue never really feels anything but detached and almost bored as he relays what he does, sound exactly as vapid and alienated as when he is carefully listing the exact brands and designers every person he ever interacts with is wearing at all times, or arguing over dinner reservations for hours on end with his friends and lovers (though both those terms probably deserve heavy airquotes around them). He legitimately sounds considerably more engaged when talking about arguing over sartorial etiquette. It all adds up to a really strong alienating effect.

Anyways, speaking of sex and violence – perhaps because my main exposure to the story before this was tumblr making memes out of scenes from the movie, but I was pretty shocked by just how explicitly awful Patrick is ‘on screen’. The horrible murder, sure, but also just the casual and frequent use of racist and homophobic slurs, the pathological misogyny, the total breakdown he has at the idea of a gay man being attracted to him and thinking he might reciprocate – all of these are entirely in character for an asshole Wall Street ‘80s Guy even if he wasn’t a serial killer, but it’s still oddly shocking at first to see it so thoroughly represented on the page. It makes how comparatively soft-pedaled the bigotry and just, awfulness, of villains in a lot of more modern books stand out a lot more, I suppose? I have read a lot of books that are in some sense About queerness and/or racism in the last year, and no one in any of them holds a candle to good old Patrick Bateman.

Part of that is just the book being so intensely of its time, I suppose. The New York of this book is very much one of the late ‘80s, incredible wealth living side by side with social rot and decay, crippling poverty everywhere and a society that has to a great degree just stopped caring. Absolutely none of which Bateman or any of his peers care one bit about, of course – they’re too busy showing off the latest walkmans and record players, going to the newest clubs, and just generally enjoying all the fruits of Reagan’s America. Recent history has made the fact that Bateman’s personal idol is Donald Trump almost too on the nose to be interesting, but in 1991 I’m sure it was a bit more subtle in how telling it was.

Anyway, yeah, horrifying and exhausting read, triumph of literature, my god did Easton Ellis hate America (this is a compliment). Now time to go watch the movie!

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asteroidzzzn · 9 months

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souvenir | part 1

summary: you're sent to summer camp for two weeks and make an unexpected friend. unfortunately, all good things come to an end, but how could you ever say goodbye to her?

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cursing

a/n: summer camp aus have me in a chokehold i fear. here's a new series!! while i still haven't finished my smau!!!!! that's ok ill finish it eventually i just had this all come to me while i was in the car on a road trip, and im so excited to write it all (❁´◡`❁)

you stepped out of the cramped-up car, stretching your limbs after the four-hour ride. your energetic young cousins ran out immediately, making their way up the hill to their cabins.

you took in the gorgeous scenery around you. you were surrounded by towering trees. the wind softly grazed the bushes as a few squirrels scurried around.

"hey hun, you alright?" your aunt snapped you out of your trance with her hand on your shoulder and worry etched on her face.

"yeah...just getting used to the altitude," you brushed her concern off, heading to the trunk to take your bags out. your aunt helped you set down your items and hugged you goodbye.

you had to admit, you were very anxious. you were staying in a cabin with other girls your age for two weeks, and you didn't know a single one of them.

"call if you need anything, i'll be here eleven am on the dot in two weeks," she gave you a smile and wave before heading down the mountain.

your cousins had been going to this camp since they were old enough to be away from their mother longer than a few days, so they knew the campgrounds like the back of their hands. you eventually found your way into the dining hall to check yourself in, approaching a tall woman with a clipboard.

"name?" she chirped.

"y/n."

the woman glanced up from her clipboard, "have you been here before? i don't recognize you. got your last name on here, though."

"no, i haven't. but you probably know my cousins. they've been going here for years."

her face lit up, "ohh those kids!" she let out a chuckle, "always getting into trouble, but so much fun to have around. well, welcome, y/n!"

the woman flipped through a stack of papers and handed you a small slip with the times of events at camp. she looked over her shoulder and beckoned someone over.

a girl, about your age, with dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail strolled over, smiling at you.

"this is dina, she can give you a little tour," the woman's head tilted towards the camp. dina nodded and began to lead you out of the dining hall.

"hi, i'm y/n," you said while navigating around large rocks leading up to your cabin.

"nice to meet you, i'll introduce you to some of the others at the bonfire later."

you stepped into the cabin, immediately hit with the strong scent of citrus. you waved your hand in front of your nose, wincing slightly. dina chuckled at your action.

"yeah, sorry about the smell. it's just to keep the mosquitos out. chateau get's all the bugs because we're on the top of the hill. but woodrow, where i was two years ago, gets the rats, so it's better here, i guess."

your eyes widened. "that's terrifying, i hate rats. so you've been going here for a few years?"

dina nodded, guiding you to the bunks. there were only two open. one on the top near the window, and one on the bottom in the corner of the room.

"since i was six. so ten years now. do you wanna bunk with me?" she pointed to the bed on the bottom. it was embarrassing to admit, but you hated being on bottom bunks. it's been an irrational fear since you were young.

you swayed on your feet nervously, "it's dumb, but i don't like being on the bottom bunk. 'm scared it'll fall on top of me somehow."

"it's all good, i'm the same way. so you'll bunk with my friend ellie, instead. she's nice. it's her fourth year here, i think."

you hurled your bags up to the bed on top of ellie's.

"speaking of, where is everyone else right now?" you pointed out, since the cabin was completely empty.

"they're down at the lake, do you wanna go see them?"

"yeah, sounds fun."

you slipped into a bathing suit and threw your towel over your shoulder, walking beside dina towards the lake. she told you about camp customs and traditions.

you laughed at the story of dina's friend, jesse, trying to swing into the lake but the rope broke, landing him in a pile of mud.

dina laughed with you, "yeah," she breathed, "not much going on up there," she knocked on her head, "but he's great."

"oh, get this! there's this thing we all do where we can send anonymous letters to people. we decorate the letters with stickers and cute hearts and send them off. people usually send love letters, but you can send them to anyone else you want."

you swerved your way through large trees, allowing your mind to wander. what would it be like to have a camp crush? maybe a summer fling? you pushed the idea down. it wasn't very likely there were other gay girls here. maybe summer love just wasn't for people like you.

dina continued, "one of the camp counselors, jeanette, got letters from this guy in the eagle cabin when she was our age. she found out it was him and they started dating. isn't that so cute?"

she nudged your shoulder after noticing you had zoned out, with your lips parted lost in thought.

"you good?"

you blinked, "mhm. i guess i'm just a bit nervous to meet your friends."

dina shook her head with a small chuckle, "don't be. i'm sure they'll like you."

the two of you approached a clearing, where you heard people laughing and water splashing.

the first person to catch your eye was a girl with auburn hair lazily pulled back into a ponytail. she wore baggy shorts with a sports bra, wrists decorated with bracelets and sharpie drawings of crude items. just when you wanted to study more of her features, she did a backflip off a towering ledge into the water, creating a splash which sent a large amount of water onto you.

dina let out a laugh, drawing the others attention to you.

a boy with jet black hair and a towel wrapped around his neck approached you, a smile on his face. there were two other girls and a boy sitting down, holding up pieces of paper with numbers written on them towards ellie who had just risen out of the water.

"fuck yeah! look dina, i got 10 out of 10!" ellie shouted towards dina, but once her eyes found you, water on your face and clothes, she pushed herself onto shore and stumbled on the dirt and wood until she was standing just in front of you.

"sorry about that. uh, i'm ellie, he's jesse," she pointed to the black haired boy beside her, "you friends with dina?"

you glanced towards dina, opening your mouth to speak, but you couldn't find the words. ellie's eyes were stuck on you, shining a beautiful green with the hot sun on her face. freckles were scattered across her face, leading all the way up to her ears, which had a star earring on her left, and moon on her left.

maybe, just maybe...you would have someone to send a letter to after all. then it hit you. this was the ellie you were sharing a bunk with for the next two weeks. living together, sleeping right next to each other.

you were fucked.

dina spoke for you, picking up that you were nervous, "it's her first year here, she doesn't know anyone except her cousins. they're the hudson twins," she wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

"oh shit, those things are your cousins?" ellie snickered, earning her a punch in the arm from one of the girl's who rose from the towels to greet you.

"be nice, ellie."

you let out a huff of air in amusement. "yeah, they're kind of crazy. i'm y/n, by the way."

each of them introduced themselves, and you found yourself smiling as you all walked back to the shoreline. you spent the next two hours swimming in the lake, jumping off ledges until you earned 10's all across the board to which you took a very proud bow, and simply laying in the sun, hearing stories from previous summers at camp.

they all sat in a circle as the sun slowly set, telling you their different perspectives on the most recent drama from last year. apparently, there was this girl who either fought or fell in love with a bear. they couldn't seem to decide which side of the story was true.

"no, she totally left out the snacks on purpose to get the bear to come to the cabin."

"maybe she was out to kill us!"

"or she wanted it all for herself..."

"ew, you're so gross!"

you all burst into a fit of giggles while jesse was genuinely contemplating how a relationship between a girl and a bear would work. you settled into comfortable silence, where you took a moment to gaze up at the sky.

"i love how you can see the stars so clearly from up here," you whispered only to yourself, but ellie heard from beside you.

the others found a new topic of conversation to argue playfully about, but ellie didn't join along with them. she stared at the starry sky above alongside you.

she hummed in agreement, "i know right, it's so beautiful," she suddenly gasped, turning to face you, "did dina tell you we have a massive telescope here? oh my god, it's amazing. you can see all the constellations and if you zoom in in the right place you can kind of see saturns rings, which is so fucking awesome—"

"ellie!" dina called her out of her ramble, "don't annoy her with all that space stuff."

"i don't mind it," you said quietly. ellie flashed you a small smile, which made your head spin for a moment. you had only just met this girl, but you were so captivated by everything about her.

"i take astronomy at my school, back at home. so i'm really into space, too," you told her.

ellie groaned, letting her head fall back. "i'm so jealous. that's the dream."

your barely noticeable grin grew wider. "yeah, it is."

crickets chirped and buzzed while the lake water gently washed over rocks. the night sky had fully turned black now, yet the campgrounds were still illuminated by the bright clusters of stars above.

all of you had packed your stuff up in a frenzy once you realized you had stayed out past curfew and missed dinner. you felt like you were breaking the rules by sneaking into the kitchen to grab some snacks. you were afraid of waking up the counselers that slept above the dining hall.

a girl named cat, removed on of the butterfly pins from her hair, and slipped it into the lock. it unclipped with a quiet snap, and the door creaked open.

"maybe they shouldn't make it so easy to break into if they don't want us here," she shrugged smugly, propping open the door.

you crept around the kitchen, searching through drawers, until you found a cabinet with bags of chips and candy.

"guys, look what i found!" you whisper-shouted.

everyone crowded around the cabinet, taking whatever they wanted. once they were content with the food they picked out, you all found the dining room and sat in a booth. cat placed a flickering yellow lantern in the middle of the table.

the only sound that bounced off the walls of the hall was quiet giggles and crinkling wrappers.

you stayed in the cramped booth, effortlessly making conversation with your new friends, until you felt a yawn creep up on you.

dina took a deep breath, "it's getting late, we should head back to the cabins."

everyone agreed, shuffling out of the booth and back out the kitchen door. you parted ways in the middle of the campgrounds, waving to jesse and dean who headed down the hill to the boys cabins, while you, dina, ellie, cat, and lara made your way up the trail in the opposite direction.

"sooo," dina nudged your shoulder with her own, "how was your first half-day at camp?"

you were beaming as you replied, "it was amazing. i'm excited for the volleyball court to open tomorrow."

"ooo, and you'll meet some of the boys tomorrow," cat teased with a smirk.

you scoffed, looking down at your feet as you balanced on a trail of rocks, "boys aren't really my thing right now."

"oh right, you live pretty far away from here, huh? what did you say ?jackson? i get it, i wouldn't have a fling with any boy if i could only see him during the summer," cat said with sympathy.

you took your bottom lip into your teeth, wondering if you should tell them the real reason why boys weren't your thing. the group of girls didn't seem like they would judge you at all, and it's not like you were ashamed of your sexuality. and yet, for some reason, you bit back a response, silently promising yourself you'd allow your friends to know that part of you one day.

"yeah, exactly," you muttered.

"it's ok," lara spoke up, "there are plenty of other things to be excited about. you'll have a lot of fun."

once you reached the cabin, you quickly prepared yourself for the night and wished the girls goodnight, climbing up to your bed.

it took a while to fall asleep with all the thoughts rushing through your mind, awaiting the next day, and the thirteen more to come.

a/n: hehehehe awwwwaejfnksdfnfd >.< teenage romance is so adorable i love this so far, hope u guys do as well!! comments, reblogs, likes, and feedback are, as always, very much appreciated ❤️❤️❤️ thanks for reading!

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bingbongsupremacy · 11 months

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The Letter Pt. 2

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Homophobia

Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, four years later the two run into each other again.

(I changed it to four years so reader could go to college)

High School AU

Next part will probably be the last part. I'll probably upload it tmr.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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Ever since the assembly my life turned into hell. Ellie dropped me as a tutor and I was placed with some random guy who constantly reminded me of what happened. Kids snickered in the halls. Certain teachers would shoot me looks of disapproval. Kids I've never talked to stuffed church pamphlets into my locker or invited me to church.

It went on for the last few months of my senior year. Whenever any major event took place, Vivian was sure to point me out in the bleachers and remind everyone what happened.

It got to the point where I stopped going to assembly's

At least I had Dina and Jesse. They stood by me through it all. I don't know what would've happened without them.

Whenever I saw Ellie in the halls I dodged her. If I didn't, she'd clearly talk about me to her friends who'd snicker and agree.

That stupid fucking letter made my life hell.

-----Five Years Later-----

My car beeps as I lock it. I glance up at the familiar bright sign before quickly making my way into the supermarket.

Things have changed.

With one look around I can already tell they remodeled the place. I have no idea where any of the shit Dina sent me to get is.

I guess that's what I get for staying away so long. I honestly didn't plan on coming back but I miss Dina and Jesse. I fell horrible staying away all these years.

The store is mostly empty. I mean, who the fuck wants to be out at 11 o'clock at night.

I look around for one of the workers. There has to be someone here.

A small laugh catches my attention.

A long strip of smoke floats up into the air. As I walk closer to the register I start to notice a smell: weed.

" Um, hey. Can you help me? " I ask, peeking over the side of the register.

A head jumps up in surprise, bumping against the top of the checkout stand. " Fuck. " They mutter in surprise, rubbing their would with the hand not holding the joint.

" Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. "

The woman shakes her head, shoving her phone into her back pocket. She snuffs the joint out. " It's fine. " She reassures me, not looking up. " Just don't call my boss, yeah? Fuck, I can't get another write up. Fucking Kaylee with have my ass. " She mutters.

I smile at her disheveled appearance. She obviously wasn't planning on anyone coming in. " Chill, I'm not a rat. I don't care what you do. I just need some help finding some stuff. It's been a while since I've been here. " I hand her the list.

I glance over her hunched form. She nods. Her hair is messily pulled back into a half up bun. A light green vest covers some band tee.

I glance down at the the register.

My heart stops.

" Ellie? "

The womans' head snaps up in confusion. The confusion soon spreads to surprise. " Y-Y/N? Fuck, is that you? " Her poster straightens and her grip on my list becomes visibly tighter.

Ellie's face looks much more tired then in high school. She looks much more mature.

My emotions hit me like a brick wall. Every angry and sad feeling I went through senior year comes tumbling back. Every mocking sentence and rude word hits me like a ton of bricks. It feels like I'm going through it again.

At the same time seeing her activates the old crush I had. While my heart feels like it's being torn to shreds, my stomach does summer saults.

My jaw tightens and I reach for the paper. " I don't need your help. " I mutter. I'll be damned if I let her into my life again. Even if it's just for a few minutes. " I'll go to another store. "

Ellie steps back, holding my paper away. With a head shake, she responds. " What other store? It's fucking Jackson. We're the only store here. "

She's right. We both know it.

" Then...then I'll just get it myself. Give me my fucking list. " I hold out my hand.

" Can we please talk. " Ellie's brows are furrowed. " I- "

I roll my eyes. " I have no interest in talking to you, Williams. " I snap. " Fine, I'll fucking find everything without it. " I begin walking away.

" Fine! " Ellie's voice trails after me. " Look, you don't have to talk to me. "

Fuck, what the hell did I put on that list? Why the hell did I give it to her? Fuck fuck fuck.

I think I'm supposed to get mayo? Wait no. Why the fuck would I need Mayo?

" All you have to do is listen. Please, Y/N. I know I don't fucking deserve it after what I put you through-what I did, but please. Just give me a few minutes of your time. " Ellie begs.

I turn to the girl. She doesn't look like the confident girl I knew years ago. She looks...regretful?

I sigh. " Fine. You have three minutes. "

A small smile of relief flashes across Ellie's features. " Fuck, thank you. "

I nod stiffly, crossing my arms across my body.

" I was a fucking asshole in high school. " Ellie swallows. " I let my friends dictate the way I acted. All I wanted was to be popular. During Freshman year, I got bullied so I started playing a bunch of sports. I befriended a bunch of jocks and eventually a bunch of other assholes who hung around them. I became one of them. I was so fucking scared of losing my place in the group. " Ellie blushes slightly. She glances up at the ceiling, obviously not proud of what she's telling me.

" Anyways, I did a bunch of fucked up shit to stay with them. What I did to you was by far the fucking worst. " Her green eyes meet mine. " And I'm so fucking sorry. I really am. The day of the assembly Vivian came into the room and took your letter out of your sketch book. She didn't tell me what was in it. I knew it was fucked up whatever she was planning, but I didn't think it'd be that bad. I thought she'd just...I don't know...Show a not so great picture you drew off to the school-which is still a dick move-but I didn't know what she was planning. " Ellie nervously wrings her wrist.

" I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I was so cruel to you. So fucking mean. " Ellie looks up at me. " I knew what I was doing was wrong and I still did it. I could've said something to help but I-I didn't. I was a fucking coward and I'm so sorry. I think about it all the time. What if I was you? What if it had been me? What if I had been outed in front of the school? What if people treated me the way they had treated you? What if I treated me the way I treated you? I was so scared people would find out I'm gay. I wasn't ready for people to know. I guess...I guess I thought that if the attention was on you, I could continue sneaking around without people finding out. I can't hide forever though, Y/N. And these past few years I've realized just how bad you had it. I'm so sorry. I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but I understand if you can't. Honestly, if I were you, I fucking wouldn't. " Ellie's face is red from embarrassment and shame.

She was scared. She was scared of what people would think if they knew she was gay.

" I was scared, Ellie. I was so fucking scared. I didn't want anyone to know either. I never planned on giving you that note. It was a stupid crush. Even though I was scared, I never would've done that shit to you. I never would've talked shit about you in front of my friends or mocked you in public or at games. " I'm so torn. I don't know how I feel.

Ellie nods, closing her eyes. " Fuck, I'm sorry. "

" I don't hate you Ellie. "

" You don't? " Ellie's voice is surprised.

I shake my head. " No. I just don't know if I can trust you. You hurt me so much. "

Ellie thinks for a moment. " Maybe there's a way I can make it up to you. "

I cock my head to the side, slightly skeptical. " How? "

" How long are you in Jackson? " Ellie leans against a shelf.

" About a week, why? " I'm supposed to be hanging out with Dina and Jesse all week.

" Perfect. Give me five days. I promise, I'll fix what I fucked up. If I can't, you never have to talk to me or see me again. I swear to god I will never talk to you again if you want. Just give me a week. " Ellie's gaze is unmoving, much more confident then moments ago.

Should I trust her? What if she does something? Well she did just bare her fucking soul to me.

With a sigh I reply. " Fine. I'll give you a week. "

Tag list: Idk if I missed anyone. Sorry if I did. Lmk if I did or if u want to be tagged in the next part.

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harryhops · 1 year

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You're so good.

Summary: Bunkering down for the night leads to a memorable night.

Rating: M

Word count: 2.7k

Content: 18+ content, MDI, Oral (M&F receiving), slight dirty talk, Joel being a cocky bastard.

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“Alright I’m taking one of the beds, g’night,” says Bill, not waiting for a response as he goes into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door behind him.

There was only two other bedrooms, Joel took this as an opportunity, “Ellie why don’t you take the one across from his.”

Ellie looks at him, “Are you sure?” She’s excited to lay down in an actual bed but feels bad about taking it.

Joel shrugs his shoulders, “Yea, and you can have the other one," he says as he looks at you, "I don’t mind keeping watch on the couch.”

Ellie smiles brightly at him and heads into the other bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. Leaving you both in the living room...alone.

Joel darted his eyes to yours; you were already staring back at him, “You don’t have to take first watch...I can if you want to get some rest.” you offered but Joel shook his head.

“Nah, I can do it,” neither one of you took a step, waiting to see who would make the first move.

You took a step back towards the bedroom, making Joel deflate. Maybe he read the room wrong.

“You know...,” You started to say, Joel feels his chest start to rise, “We have the place barricaded. We might not need a look out tonight.”

Joel looks around, it is tightly packed. He doesn’t think anything will get in, but it doesn’t hurt to do it. He shrugged his shoulders, he wants to take the bait but maybe it isn’t a good idea at the moment.

“I’ll still be out on the couch, doesn’t hurt to have an eye out,” Joel says. He doesn’t want to deny you but he’s hesitant.

You don't falter, “Alright, well if you change your mind. The bed is big enough to fit two.” You stalk off into the room, not checking to see if he was watching you. You know he is.

Joel stands there kicking his feet, rubbing his head.

‘God dammit,’ he thought. He looks at the door and sure enough you left it cracked open for him. An invitation.

‘Joel just take it’ he thinks to himself. Trying to muster the courage to hightail it to the bedroom.

Your on the other side of the door watching him, laughing quietly to yourself.

‘He’s so cute when he’s flustered,’ you think. Poor guy, he’s just trying to do the gentleman thing, but with you being a tease how could he control himself.

“Get in here slowpoke,” you call out to him as you walk towards the bed. Slipping off your flannel and taking some of your knives off your body. You can hear Joel’s quiet footsteps as he approaches the door. He gently pushes it open, stalking in.

You look at him as you set your knives on the side table, you gently smile, “There you are.”

Joel can’t take his eyes off you, he’s infatuated. You're so beautiful. He gently closes the door behind him, you turned your back to him to continue taking your weapons off. Joel slowly walks closer to the bed but stops just right before the footboard.

You stand in tight ripped dark jeans and a thick strapped beige tank top. Your flannel lays on the bed next to you, it’s ratted from the years but keeps you warm, nevertheless. You have a few scars littering your shoulders as well as a few beauty marks. Joel just wants to explore each one of them. Your body is toned, thick in all the right places.

Joel gulps, “Are you sure you wanna share a bed with my big self? I’ll probably take up over half the damn thing.” He’s giving you an out.

You turn to him, and he feels his mouth go dry, you smirk, “You don’t wanna lay with me cowboy?,” you pout, “I thought we had something going on.”

He feels himself wanting to let out a growl. He’s feeling primal, animalistic. You're testing his patience and it’s just about worn thin. He drops his head down to gain control over himself.

He looks back up at you with dark eyes, “What did I tell you about that?” He wants an invitation, one more thing to let him know what he’s about to do is okay.

You look up at him smiling, “About what?” You make it a game, jokingly ponders, “Oh, you mean this?” You jut your bottom lip back out in a playful pout.

Joel shoots his hand out to grab the back of your neck, yanking you towards him. You slam into his chest, placing both hands on his pecks. Joel has his hand wrapped up in the nap of your hair, forcing you to look up at him by pulling down. You pant as Joel leans down, rubbing his nose against yours.

“You keep testing me lately. You have this smart mouth but here you are panting like a bitch in heat from my touch.”

Your mouth is dry as you try to find words to speak, but you comes up short when he leans into your neck. He drags his nose from your cheek down to the bottom of your throat, pulling your hair farther down and making you look up at the ceiling. You clutch the bottom of his shirt, shifting in his grasp.

“Tell me this is okay...” Joel leans his head back to look at you in the eyes, “Tell me I’m not reading this wrong.”

You feel your heart melt, you reach up and cups Joel’s face in your tiny hands, “You’re not reading this wrong. At all.”

That’s all it took; Joel presses his lips against yours. He kisses you like a man that’s been starved, starved of the spark he once felt a long time ago but hasn’t felt it in years. He presses you into him as tightly as possible, running his hands from your face to your hips. Joel picks you up by your hips, wrapping your legs around him. He steps around the foot board and gently sets you on the bed.

Joel pulls his shirt over his head while you do the same, he brings his knee to rest on the bed and takes your face into his hands. Joel leans down to kiss you again, caressing your face. You drag your hands from his face down to his chest, leaning into his touch.

Joel's hands began to wonder, pushing you down into the bed with him gently laying himself on top of you. The kiss was wet and urgent, all that could be heard was pants and the sound of lips smacking against each other.

You run a hand through his thick locks, causing Joel to shiver out a grunt. You gently bite down on his bottom lip, slightly pulling. Joel wraps his hand around your throat while pushing his lips against yours even harder.

“You’re killing me,” Joel breaths out as he pulls back from your lips, “You’re so goddamn sexy,” he kisses you in between each word.

You smirk up at him, you lay beneath him topless, “What are you gonna do about it cowpoke?”

Joel’s eyes darkened with lust.

Joel grips your face with one hand, dragging his thumb to your lips. You take his thumb between your lips, slightly biting down.

Joel groans, “God where in the hell have you been all my life.”

You laugh, while shifting yourself beneath him. You're embarrassingly wet, it’s been a while since you've been touched in such a way by a man. Joel takes notice in your movements, ducking his head down to lay kisses down your neck. You extend your neck to him, giving him complete access. You arch your back to access your bra in order to unclasp it, it comes loose, and you drag it down your arms.

Joel immediately cups your breasts, dragging his mouth to them.

‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought, ‘She really is a barbie.’ Referring to nickname Bill had given you upon you meeting him.

Joel’s version of a barbie anyway. For it being the apocalypse, low food and all, you still have the biggest tits ever. Your stomach is soft and toned, thick thighs and the fattest ass Joel’s ever had the pleasure of groping. What a dream.

“You are a damn dream, darlin’,” Joel says from between your tits, he wraps his lips around your right nipple, sucking until he lets go with a ‘pop’. You mewl at the sensation, and Joel swears he could bust right then and there from your sounds.

“Joel,” You pant, “Please.”

“Please what baby, use your words.”

Joel is still sucking and biting at you, you can’t seem to think straight. He licks a strip from your valley all the way up to your neck.

“Touch me,” You choked out.

He chuckles, “I am touchin you darlin’.”

You whine out, but Joel quietly shushes you.

“Now now,” he tsks you, “Tell me where baby, where do you want me to touch you?”

You rub your hands up and down his frame, touching every inch you can reach. He’s enjoying your touch, he’s a patient man but the throb between his legs is almost unbearable.

“Joel,” You whine, “Please touch me down there, please.” You look at him with a small pout and desperation in your eyes.

How could he tell you no with that face? Joel kisses down your stomach and stops at the top of your jeans, he sits up and slowly starts to unbutton them. He’s gentle with how he slides them down your legs, throwing your jeans behind him without breaking his eyes from your body.

Dragging his lips back to your stomach, he looks up at you to find you watching impatiently. Joel smiles at you for being so eager, he gently bites down on the skin of your stomach making you jolt. Joel rubs your thighs with the palm of his hands, soaking in this moment.

Joel hooks his fingers around your underwear, nothing fancy, just a pair of black bikini cut. Joel didn’t care, they all came off the same. He drags them down your legs, pulling them off and tossing them where he tossed your jeans.

You try to press your thighs closed, to relieve some of the pressure, but Joel stops you with his hands.

“Don’t cover the best part sweetness,” Joel says as he leans down to flick his tongue against your clit. Your hips jerk at the feeling, and you gasp out.

Joel takes his hands and wraps them around your thighs, pushing them so that they enclose his face into your pussy. He swirls and flicks his tongue against your bud at a fast pace that has you squirming.

“Oh my god- Joel!” You squeal, small fingers wrapped into Joel’s hair slightly pulling.

Smacking noises can be heard in the room. He licks a broad strip from your opening back to your clit. Joel puts his pointer and middle fingers at your entrance, looking up at you for approval, which you grant.

He slowly shoves the two fingers into you, your slickness making it easier. You whine out at the feeling, clenching around his fingers. Joel adds his mouth back onto your clit, sucking vigorously.

You chant his name in soft whisper, Joel speeds his fingers up. He can feel himself slightly grinding down on the bed, turned on to the max. Joel wants to make you cum just like that, and by the way you're gripping his fingers it’s coming soon.

“That’s it baby, you gonna cum?” Joel coos, “C’mon, cum for me baby,” he continues to scissor his fingers inside of you. His cock is pulsing, he can feel himself on the brink from absolutely nothing.

You moan, “Joel, fuck I'm so close,” you looks at him with a fucked look, mouth dropped open, hooded eyes. Slightly drooling.

Joel continues to finger fuck you while looking at you. You feel your stomach beginning to tighten, breaths becoming more ragged with each stroke.

“Joel-,” you choke out right before cumming on his fingers, your body shakes in waves. Joel watches the pretty sight, the way you tilt your head back while clutching at the blankets beneath them. Mouth agape in a silent scream as your body shakes from your orgasm.

“Fuck that’s a pretty sight honey,” Joel says as he works you through an orgasm, he leans down and licks your pussy one more time, tasting your orgasm. You gasp at the overstimulation and buck your hips up. “So fuckin’ sweet baby.”

You catch your breath and reach for Joel’s belt buckle, you start to take it off him, but he stops you, “Don’t worry about me darlin’.”

You shake your head, mouth slightly dry, “You’re crazy if you think I’m not gonna return the favor cowboy.”

Joel’s jeans are very tight on him right now, especially in the front. You rub him from the outside while undoing his jeans. Joel feels himself grinding into your palm, he gets up from the bed to take his jeans off. You follow and drops down to your knees.

“Shit baby, so eager for me?” Joel says as his eyes drop down to your figure.

You nod while looking up at him, mouth slightly opened. You reach for the band of his underwear, pulling it down slowly. Joel had an impressive bulge outline through his jeans, you could only imagine how big it was. His cock slaps his stomach, big and very hard. You're almost startled by how big it is.

Joel wraps his hand around himself, slightly squeezing. He chuckles at your reaction.

“If it’s too much, you don’t have to sweetheart,” Joel says a bit cocky, he knows how big he is.

You shake your head at him and wrap your small hand around the base of it. Joel jumps a bit at how cold your hand is but is very turned on with how much bigger his dick looks in your small hands.

You take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, taking an inch in at a time. Joel wraps his hand into your hair, making a makeshift ponytail. You slowly bob your head onto his cock, using your spit as lubricant.

“Fuck.” Joel says as he’s trying not to thrust into your mouth. Your mouth feels so good on his dick it’s hard not to.

Once his cock is slicked up with your saliva, you starts to move your head faster, taking him farther each time. Joel’s moans are absolutely wrecked, his cock hits the back of your throat causing him to stutter his hips into your mouth.

“Fuck sorry baby, your mouth feels so damn good,” Joel tells you as you slightly gagged on his dick. You grab his hips, urging him to rock back in forth, “Fuck, you want me to fuck your mouth?” You nod. “God damn, you were made for me sweetness.”

Joel softly fucks into your mouth, holding your hair still but firmly pushes your head forwards. You have tears running down your face but you open your mouth more anyway. He hits the back of your throat every time.

“Fuck I'm so close baby, you want it in your mouth? You gonna swallow my cum sweetheart?” Joel looks down at you as he keeps thrusting, “Look at you, taking my cock in your mouth so well.” You whine at his words, the vibrations of your actions causing him to spill into your throat. He moans out, almost whining.

You take your mouth off him, swallowing everything he gave you. Joel’s chest heaves from him, catching his breath. You rub his thighs and chest as you makes your way back onto your feet. Joel reaches for you and pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you.

“God damn you’re good at that,” Joel says after a few seconds of silence, you laugh against his skin. Joel is tracing your spine as he lays his head against yours. He walks you backwards so that your calves hit the bed causing you to land on the bed.

“Let’s get some shut eye before the sun comes up,” Joel says as he lays the blanket over you. He lays down next to you, him closest to the door. Joel wants to be closer to you, but he doesn’t know if it was appropriate or not.

You can tell he’s inside his head and move towards him slowly, gently laying your head on his shoulder. Joel leans his head against yours, gently putting his hand on your hip. A firm squeeze to your hip as a thank you.

“Goodnight Joel.”

“G’night darlin’.”

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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A bats eye view

AO3 Master next

why Tm was following Ellie and Danny and his perspective of the events of umm Im an ambassador.

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The government can’t be trusted. All the bats know this.

Always dipping their hands into things. Taking kids such as Ace to test and study. Then the whole start of Project Cadmus. Cloning supers as a fallback plan is a bit much. Granted he did get one of his closest friends from it.

Three days ago, a new act was proposed. The anti-ecto acts. Passing an hour after an explosion in a small town. The act included a new agency. One that had to have been active for a while. They were too set up and organized to only be a few hours old.

Tim can’t even find it hard to believe there was another secret branch of the government. There would be no surprise if there were more. It's just how the government played the game. One that must have been formed recently. A whole gimmick of pure white. Not practical at all.

Here he was dealing with these agents, ensuring to take them down in secret. Knocking them out from behind the blame would go to the two the agents were chasing. Those in white saw the girl grab a cane to knock one out. It wouldn’t be too farfetched. He Just needed to buy time for two without anyone realizing. Neither the government nor the other party needed to know.

Laws are just a suggestion anyways.

Where would they be if some never got broken? Especially when it’s directed at an entire species. A species with only biased papers by some quack job so-called scientists. Anyone with a brain could see that research had no backing. All theoretical and hadn't been updated in years.

An entire act dedicated to claiming “ghosts” otherwise known as ecto-entities were non sapient and ripe for the picking. Lab rats had more rights than them. A whole entire species was allowed to be picked off and taken. No repercussions to experimenting on them with the approval for the government to simply eradicate them when no longer in use. The same was true of ecto-contaminated individuals. Just an excuse to “study” a new group.

The act was only introduced three days ago. The bats and league knew for two, it hadn’t been enough time to even release a statement.

In just three days the act passed through. Just in time for the hunt, he interrupted. The explosion had to be the reason they were pushed through so suddenly. It had to do with the two who just vacated. Both were prime adoption bait, the boy was only 15 and the girl looked to be around Damian’s age.

The same one Cass saw melting all those months ago.

The same one who had started to melt? Turn into goo? Into the floor of some alleyway.

Cass ignored her mission that day when she first spotted the girl. She had her eyes on the girl since that morning, apparently, she was reckless and had no tact. At one point that day, she had seen the girl transform from white hair green eyes otherworldly being into a human. Black hair and blue eyes. Their first thought was some alien or meta. He saw some of her body cam footage, only what Cass let them see. How her eyes had glowed Lazarus green, and her foot slowly started to liquefy. Even from the distance with Cass on a roof, you could see the fear her face held. Whatever melting that was going on was not meant to be happening. Cass fully intended to go and help the girl. Following her from the shadows only for a phone call. They couldn’t hear the conversation from the cam. The distance to great and if Cass did hear it, she wasn’t saying.

While the girl was on the phone the alley exploded into light. Green-tinted light. So much like the pits but so different. It was a pure green glow. A swirling portal right before the girl. One where a white-haired teen bearing a crown of ice stepped out. Not much of the face was visible covered by a green glow from his eyes and the portal. Wearing what could only be described as medieval royal attire. A full cloak one that seemed to hold galaxies underneath. Otherworldly.

A powerful being according to Cass.

The portal closed behind him the minute he rushed back through.

If this was an ecto-entity the government was after. The footage from the cam alone would prove the biased nature of the acts.

They only got around the meta-human protection acts with a loophole. The “human” in the act was always a wider range of beings. Often covering more than just humans. Claiming the ghost did not count as they were only an embodiment of emotions. No pain and no sentience. Only fueled by past experiences from their prior life. These ecto-entities could not care for anyone but themselves leaving destruction in their wake.

A single video could prove it wrong. There is no faking the way he rushed to the girl. Add in the fact that the girl clearly called for help and then received the help.

That girl at the very least had unique thoughts. There is even evidence of her traveling around the globe, with completely different activities wherever she was. The girl clearly called for help to get it in a rush. If they were only remnants of the past, why would he help the girl?

The same girl who was ejected from the vehicle fleeing fled the scene. She and the boy both go invisible starting with the girl. The girl was likely the culprit for that power set. They knew the boy was Daniel Fenton, an article about the purple humpback gorilla being female had his name and photo. The girl just didn’t exist. She looked nearly identical to the boy from the camera footage Barbara commandeered. Danny’s only sibling a Jasmine Fenton who was attending Gotham U for a degree in Psychology.

It had to be connected. FentonWorks went up taking out three full blocks. Whatever had been in that building was toxic and radioactive. Enough contamination to set off the league's system. That whole town should have been evacuated. Whatever substance had leaked out couldn’t be good for them. The townsfolk based on their social media that suddenly blew up hadn’t even seemed surprised. Just talking about how FentonWorks blew up this time. Not just the basement but the house itself. This town just full-on accepted mad scientists blowing things up in their town. Not a single person in that town even seemed to bat an eye. The league had offered to help in evacuating the civilians. Even without the sensors, the explosion was trending. The explosion was well-known at this point and a whole bunch of old posts from this town were exploding. Including one about a hot dog revolution. Something big was up in Amity Park.

The government said the league had no business in Amity. The site was contained, and no help was necessary. The building was one working with the government under some weapons contract. For some anti-ecto weapons a contract that was only signed three hours prior.

Despite the reading, and the explosion there was no contamination in the air. The three blocks around the building didn’t have any residents. So there was no need for any evacuation. There had been no signs of life prior to the explosion. The town was just fine.

Yea. They didn’t buy that for one second. Giant red flag if he’s ever seen one.

With the acts looming then pushed through within hours of the explosions. The government was trying to keep quiet and get what it wanted done. The acts passed with not a peep. No politician had spoken for or against it online.

The league had directly been told not to intervene so it couldn’t be visibly seen going against government orders. They weren’t lawmakers and couldn’t just declare something illegal. The league would have to play by the rules and laws officially.

A carefully planned statement would be pushed out far sooner than anticipated. When the acts were first out on the floor the league did its homework. Bruce spends time going through the acts and the biased papers supporting them. Carefully worded address being made.

The league had wanted both sides. To supply evidence to the public of why it was wrong. Even if all did was bring attention to the morally wrong acts. Tim doubted any average person in America knew the acts even existed. He’d even bet most had not a clue of them. If they were to be released to the public, it had to be done right. Evidence and support against it. The plan had been to put pressure on the politicians to ensure they would vote against it. Election season was coming up. That didn't happen Well, now they would just make them regret their votes.

How often had aliens attacked? Would the public really be okay with declaring essentially a war on a species? Would other countries? The actions of the United States were theirs alone. No other country had anything like it even pending. These acts could… would put America into the spotlight.

These entities seemed capable of opening portals into their world with no issues. The invisibility and capacity of flight were known powers of at least the girl. You could see the power even just the one had.

Even the JLD was planning to speak out against the acts.

Now since the league couldn’t just act on the explosions or investigate the unknown threat and the odd town. No visible member could be seen working the case.

The bats, however. Well, they wouldn’t be caught or seen. They worked from the shadows.

Dick and the demon got sent off to Illinois. To try and get a sample of whatever set of the league's radar. It was radioactive but didn’t pop up on any database they had access to. Of course, also to scope of this Amity Park as well. Even with the government around they shouldn’t have any issues gathering any necessary information. See what the town that stemmed the act's narrative was. It only took them 10 minutes in that town to give their first message. One that set off a ticking time bomb with no known detonation.

Agents had been discussing retrieving their specimens. A humanoid specimen one clarifying to the other that it wasn’t an animal ghost. Indicating they already had touched these ecto-entities despite the act only just passing. That they had bought a child ghost from the Fenton’s. That they wouldn’t let this one escape as all the previous specimens had. As soon as they retrieved it, they could study it. The word dissection popping up.

Barbara was already in the servers. The group apparently had little security in the database. The agency had been split into two main groups. Both to hunt for the ecto entity. One via tracker and the other following whatever an ecto signature was. One was headed by an Agent O the other by Agent K. Tim got sent after one of the groups to follow Steph a separate group.

Tim was the one who was heading towards Ohio, following the agent's signal to the exploded vehicle. The agents had been tracking them, and one of the devices had been left behind. Hence how he ended up at the truck stop.

Steph ended up heading toward Wisconsin.

The two in amity remained to continue the investigation and make sure the group didn’t have any other specimens. Who knows who they may grab? Bruce and Cass were staying in Gotham. Bruce was in contact with the league figuring out how to rush a statement out with the out loading any necessary information. Cass was on standby for patrol that night

It was thanks to Cass they immediately got an alert when the girl became a wanted criminal.

Cass had been looking into the mystery child since the alleyway. Just to make sure she had been okay. Even going as far as to set up her face in the database. If she popped up anywhere on social media or a police database she’d know.

Only within the last three months, she had reappeared, being seen by members of the league. She had never stopped to talk to them only ever taking a second look. According to reports she seemed to debate talking to Martian manhunter earlier this week before disappearing into the ground. He had wondered if Cass was going to pull a Bruce.

Then the GIW sent out an official notice to local agencies as soon as the acts passed. One with the girl's face and an order to call them immediately if she is seen. To police stations a missing child report on both. To government agencies, one claimed the girl is mind-controlling Daniel Fenton and caused the explosion. The warrant wasn’t released to the public.

This girl was the one picked up by a being in a crown. The one who looked like a royal. It could have just been a fashion statement. He wasn’t one to rely on luck. She was likely to contact another entity for help as soon as they weren’t being chased down.

The “mind-controlled” boy may very well be with a friend or family member of the ghost's equivalent or royalty. Daniel who pushed down a display rack and seemed to lead the escape. The one who planned the escape in the aisle of a truck stop.No obvious signs of mind control. No glowing eyes or any type of resistance in his body. It all seemed natural and genuine. They couldn’t rule it out. Of course, they couldn’t. Mind control was all too common always causing problems. Tim didn’t think it was the case.

His bet is Daniel is helping her escape from the GIW and his own parents.

Now he was sure Bruce was going to pull a Bruce.

Two back haired blue eyes prime adoption bait seemingly running from the government. One doing his best to help the younger. Going against his own parents and willingly against the government. Jack and Maddie Fenton were the ones who wrote the biased reports. The girl was a confirmed ecto-entity from the warrant. Daniel had to know it as well, there had been no inclination of surprise with any of the powers used so far. Actively disagreeing considering he had been driving the stolen craft in the footage retrieved from Agent O’s vehicle. It had been uploaded into the database Barbara was currently inside.

With all the agents now knocked out it was time to move on. Get rid of the footage in the truck stop, de-arm the agents, and proceed to follow the two escapes. Now the acts only applied inside of the United States so it's possible they would just leave the country. That would at least buy them time to deal with the acts. That would make it harder to protect either of them. Extradition could still occur depending on which country they hid in. Add in that Daniel Fenton was a minor who would have a missing persons report, which could cause additional problems.

It was also possible that they were heading to Gotham University, where his sister attended.

The direction they were heading made him think that was where the duo was heading. The first part of the journey was quick only to then be moved to a snail’s pace. At that point, Steph had warned her group split up into two, one heading toward him.

When they got into Gotham all hell broke loose.

He met up with Bruce and Cass before heading back toward the duo. For them to be surrounded by men in white and the Fenton’s in their blue and orange suits. The girl was in fact royalty. Cass confirmed he hadn’t been lying when warning that they were messing with the afterlife. The government bought and was planning to study and experiment on the princess of those entities. The same one currently on the ground flower petals glowing around her the cause of the problem.

Yea. No.

All it took was some hand signals to jump into action. Bruce those behind, Cass to grab the girl and then he’d start with the front. The agents were under-trained and easy to take down. Only Maddie Fenton put up a fight before going down. This leads to the next problem.

They were complete unknowns. No recognition of their hero names when Cass spoke to them, and he had to explain what the justice league even was. Was that town in Amity so remote news of them just didn’t exist? The alien invasions or attacks on the world. Did it all really go unnoticed by them?

They were unknowns and the kid was panicking, trying to keep the princess, apparently his sister, away from them as much as possible. The alleyway had dropped in temperature as soon as he grabbed her, and his speech only grew more panicky and angrier. His eyes started to glow just a tad too bright and tinted green. A meta, contaminated, or even an ecto-entity, one of those had to apply to him.

Cass had already started collecting petals and containing them. Without anyone even saying a word. Even with the girl out of range them being taken away in full hopefully could drop some of the tension.

Something had to happen. The conversation only managed to get worse.

my sister. The princess of the infinite realms was strapped down in a basement. Having had blood taken from her then sold off like an animal to the US government.

Yea, that tracks. The government would do it, obviously, it had. They saw the proof in the database. All this did was make it worse, it wasn’t just an entity. She was a princess and had already been picked up by one in a crown before. Which made it very plausible he was protective of her. Even before she was smuggled away from the building tests had been done.

Souls of doomed universe serving under the previous tyrant. Turned to skeletons as death was cut off from them. Death is mercy.

That... That was knowledge to handle later.

Pariah was dethroned and a new king took the throne.

Likely the tyrant who doomed entire universes. How did he get dethroned? Was it passed down by lineage? A trial? Death? Too many possibilities.

I’ve been playing peacekeeper for the last year. It’s gone too far. This was a direct attack. With those acts now passed there isn’t much I can do

If Cass hadn’t nodded at them, he doesn’t think he’d believe what he heard. A 15-year-old had been preventing the end of this universe. For the last year and no one noticed. It had to have been contained to Amity Park. A full year…

Year? Wait a second.

The acts were only introduced three days ago. If he has been playing peacekeeper for the last year, why were they only introduced? Was them finally getting a citizen of that realm that set it off? But they didn’t have her when it was introduced. Did they have intentions of nabbing a different one after they passed? If the acts hadn’t passed when they had her technically the government went against the meta-human acts. There was no loophole saying ecto-entities didn’t pass. By all rights the last year they should have been protected. If the beings were attacking and the agents protecting civilians, then it wouldn’t matter. If the agents were doing it without cause, no warrants, and no acts then they were in the wrong.

Admits his thoughts Tim didn’t fail to miss the way Daniel rubbed the ground. The same motion. Nothing was happening.

If a person in any universe messes with the realm they have every right to cut it off. What’s one universe in the name of all the other infinite ones?

This insinuates the earth meddled first. That they messed with the infinite realm. Somehow disturbing it within the last year. Was it the government poking and prodding around to start. Or was this why the Fenton’s suddenly had a weapons contract? They were the ones to sell off the girl. Is that why their son got so directly involved in the mess?

He was still rubbing a circle on the ground. He knew they were all on guard just in case something came out at them.

Was he trying to summon one of the ecto-entities? He must be missing a component. The talking could just be a way to “distract” the three. To ensure he could finish the potential summoning. He claimed to be able to summon at least three. The circle he kept drawing on the ground was the same one. No attempts at any other. Even if it was just a distraction, they were getting useful information.

Cass had already finished gathering the flowers. Handing them off to Bruce. Letting him rant and rave may be the best bet to getting him calmer. Still, they needed form some way to get any bit of trust. Even the smallest amount would do. Something that could open the lines of communication. Cass had already gone to her utility belt. She must have come up with something.

The last thing they needed was for Maddie Fenton to wake up. Then immediately accuse the main reason nothing has happened. Of lying. Cass was already about to re-knock her out. Not before getting something that connected a few of the dots.

He’s a Fenton we don’t associate with ghosts, we hunt them.

That must be how he got tangled up. Maybe getting caught up in a hunt and running into a ghost. Maddie claimed we hunt them. Could it be he started out hunting the ghosts and then realized they weren’t that bad? Or did his too-bright eyes and how the alleyway got colder come into play first? Something changed him forcing him to think away from his parents’ biased beliefs. She implies they fully believed their child held the same beliefs. This also implies everyone in the family hunted ghosts. The sister Jasmine left for Gotham. Nowhere near the ghosts.

He didn’t think either child agreed with them.

The anger and scoff let out with his response made it clear that was the case at least for him.

I’ve been the one actively sabotaging your weapons for over a year, not to mention the so-called specimen that have escaped.

Jack and Maddie had to have started this mess. Capturing specimens and making weapons. Both being sabotaged by their son. The girl his supposed sister didn’t come from Jack and Maddie. She had a known transformation; she was a confirmed ecto entity. Did he rescue her? Is that how he knows her? Afterward just deciding that she was family now. It would explain why she was traveling. Her first confirmed location was with Cass in Hong Kong. Then she popped up in several states and countries within the last three months. She wouldn’t have been able to stay in amity.

It was only as Maddie’s face had gone up in rage did Cass knock her out. Restraining her this Time. Cass then rolled the chalk at the duo. Telling them to summon his friend.

And he did.

The same green glow from the portal in Hong Kong. This time turning blue. The already fridged air plummeted even farther. A yeti? Materialized. Ice horns, a blue cape, and an ice arm. Barley looking the three of them until he simply flicked a wrist.

An ice wall formed around the duo. Blocking them from sight.

He’d wager this was Frostbite.

Cass took this moment to relay a message.

“He doesn’t want to make the call, any way out he’ll take it.”

Bruce was no doubt informing the league and the others of the mess they were in. An attack on an apparent princess, beings who could open portals, and the fact if what they say is true there wouldn’t even be a fight. Any weapons wouldn’t even matter. Just no more afterlife.

Then a yeti showed up.

Proof that at least something he said was a fact. Cass had been softly indicating he was telling the truth for the bulk of the conversation. That or he had just believed it to be true. Still, an actual event happening in front of them to prove at least one aspect was of great help.

The ice wall lowered. For the yeti to address the duo.

too risky for her in the realm... forged through ectoplasm, she is still human even if only half. Recovery would be best suited for this realm.

Half human? Forged through ectoplasm. Both Daniel and who he believes is Frostbite has confirmed she is his sister. All official documents only had Jasmine as an older sister. No other children are mentioned anywhere for either Fenton’s. Forging implies something being made. Was this girl made from a test tube? A clone situation?

Either way, they had some time to figure something out. It was best for her to recover in this realm. Not back in the infinite realms. Everything said and done here just leads to more questions. More things added to his ever-growing list of future research projects. There wasn’t time to dwell. The three of them were being addressed by the yeti.

Should the problems for them continue, expect it tenfold in this realm. The sun does not shine brightly on those against us. Listen to the boy.

That statement backs the talks of the previous doomed universes. Not to mention the whole royalty aspect. Listen to the boy, sounds like he’s going to have some political power. Maybe a prince, he did claim his sister was the princess.

With that, a mark was made on the circle used to summon the yeti and he was gone.

The minute Bruce mentioned a way to start to fix the mess he had jumped on it. None of them even seemed unreasonable. No demands for the world to bow down to the infinite realm. No immediate demands of execution. No being forced to live as Skeletons either.

Just consequences for people’s own actions. Given the very little he has heard about the infinite realm, really it was a problem for Jack and Maddie Fenton. They decided to catch and then sell a full-on person. That’s on them. The acts getting abolished were already set in motion so that was nice. It did appear that Bruce couldn’t pull his typical adoption stunt. They already had a preselected guardian in mind.

Those four things would at least ensure the afterlife didn’t get cut off. Plus, they now knew the realm had a council and royalty. He just had to probe just a little. Try and see where Daniel stands in the hierarchy.

Umm… I’m.. an Ambassador?

He stumbled for that answer. He didn’t even need to ask Cass. This kid was absolutely lying.

No one was going to acknowledge it. Better just to let him hold the belief the lie was bought. No need to make him any more nervous or scared. As it was, he was still holding his sister against the wall pushed back as much as he could be. Just eyeing them nervously.

Three was a crowd when you’ve just been chased by a government agency.

Cass had already started to ensure the agents were still knocked out and restrained.

Bruce then approached the duo as Damian did with stray cats. Slowly and keeping an easy way out. Then broke down two options. Carefully crafted, leaving the country, or going into space into the watchtower. Definitely not pushing the conversation toward the watchtower after seeing the slight look of awe when space had been brought up. The only argument was that he wanted to go to his sister.

That only got him, and Cass sent off to find Jazz Fenton at Gotham U. While Bruce was going to stay behind until Danielle woke up. Then Bruce would escort Danny and his sister to the tower and arrange talks.

Even if Bruce couldn’t adopt the two on paper, he and Cass should give a heads-up to the others. It was only a matter of time until they were at a family dinner.

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

A/N Hello!! This is my first time I have ever posted any of my writing on here! @peterhollandkait inspired me to start writing again so this one is for you, bestie! <3 I hope you all enjoy it! Likes, comments, and shares are all appreciated. I highly recommend listening to “Lift me Up” by Rhianna “Shrike and As it Was” By Hozier when reading this!

Summary: After a run in with some clickers at an abandoned hospital, Joel opens up to you about his fears of losing you and Ellie after he nearly sees you get killed by a clicker.

~Word count : 4.4k~

Warnings: +18 mentions of blood, slight gore, sad!Joel angsty!Joel mentions of death, lots of swearing, implied smut, soft!Joel m/c is faceless no y/n m/c is short with tattoos

Years of turmoil were etched into his face like the vast ridges of misty mountains standing tall in the distance behind you. Every crease, every ridge on his worn face reminded you that he was a survivor, just like you. You wondered often if Joel Miller ever smiled, if he ever laughed, if he had ever loved.

Joel Miller remembers the day he met you like it was just yesterday. You had left a mark on him; quite literally. He remembers how you had no hesitation in trying to kill him. He remembers the sound your combat knife made when it whizzed past his head and through the rain pelting around him. He remembers the blade slicing through the thin skin of his brow, opening the wound like a blooming rose petal. He remembers your sheer fierceness, your soul desire to survive and endure.

He had always liked that about you, though, he would never admit it out loud.

He remembers the feeling of blood trickling down his brow and his weathered cheek. He remembers Tess screaming through the howling wind that she would kill you. The sound of her gun cocking, his hot breath against the frigid air. He remembers how you didn’t flinch from his booming voice. He wasn’t angry at you, no. He was angry at his partner for trying to kill you. If it were any passerby that were to try and kill him, he wouldn’t blink an eye. You, you were different. You had skills that he found could be useful for his survival. So he spared you, saved you even. You would never admit out loud that Joel Miller had saved you that day. You simply couldn’t.

Joel saved you for his own benefit, as he explained it to Tess, who reluctantly agreed with his reasoning. This however did not stop the woman from resenting you, loathing you even, for reasons you could never understand. Your knife skills proved to be a real asset to the group. You never showed fear. You were quick on your feet when needed. Your lack of height came in handy when small spaces were needed to be squeezed into. You were important for the group's survival and you liked knowing they relied on you.

Smuggling supplies into the Boston QZ was easy work for you. You moved through the shadows like a swift deer, silent and sure-footed. You had only been caught by Fedra once in the past year and it wasn’t your doing. Joel and Tess had a new recruit join you, who ended up being a Fedra rat. You didn’t hesitate slicing through them either. Fedra caught you in the act, and a week of lock up hardened your spirits more. When your time in lock up came to an end, you found yourself outside Joel and Tess’s apartment, seething. You felt betrayed, and after all you had done for them? Betrayal was your biggest fear, but you would never admit it out loud. You swiftly kick the tattered door open, listening to the sound of the wood smack the crumbling wall on its hinges. Joel and Tess had been waiting for you, naturally. You took no hesitation to send a knife whizzing past his head, and embedding itself into the weathered wood beside him, snagging the flannel fabric on his forearm and tearing through the fibers. He and Tess slowly raised their hands up in a truce.

You wanted nothing to do with it.

“What the fuck was that?” you seethed through your gritted teeth.

“Think you can just set me up with some fuckin Fedra rat?” You took a step forward, yanking the blade from the wall before Joel had turned to you, a stern look across his weathered face.

“Easy now, we didn’t set ya up darlin. '' Your nickname spilled from his lips like warm flowing whiskey.

You scoffed at him, tucking your knife back into the holster around your hips securely. “Oh yeah?” You mused. “What the fuck do you call that then, Joel? Sure as hell looks like you fuckin set me up.”

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You were a menace when you were pissed and he knew he had to talk you down. “It’s my fault, I had the wrong judgment of character. It's not gonna happen again alright?”

You didn’t trust him.

Not trusting him meant your survival was on the line. Alone, you could endure for a period of time. For how long? You were never sure. With Joel and Tess, your chances of survival increased and you would be damned if you allowed yourself to go down before them. You were afraid of dying alone, but you would never admit it out loud. After a short debate in your racing mind, you agreed to trust him, one more time.

“Fine. But I swear to god Joel, you fuck me over like this and next time, its you who i’ll be taking down.” Your threat was not an empty one and with a slight nod from Joel, you let your shoulders relax for a mere moment.

Joel and Tess never fucked you over like that again and you found yourself growing attached to the pair, they were the only family you had. Tess still wasn’t fond of you but the one thing she could admit, was that you were a force to be reckoned with.

Tess sacrificed herself to save you, to save Joel, to save Ellie. Your last moments with her were moments you would never forget “save who you can save.” She whispered, “Take care of him, please. No matter what..He needs you.” Joel was yanking you and a screaming Ellie out of the State House and to safety before you could promise Tess that you wouldn’t fail her. It was too late, she was gone.

Traveling with a teenager had its challenges. Despite them, you found Ellie to be a delight, at times, and treated her as if she was your sister. You wanted to protect her at all costs. Ellie was fond of you as well. What she loved most about you were your tattoos. You weren’t covered in them by any means, but she was fascinated by them and their beauty. Most were fading from the sun and harsh elements but Ellie said that’s what made them so fuckin cool. Joel liked your tattoos, he had the same curiosity as Ellie did, but he would never admit it out loud. Joel was too good for his feelings. He didn’t know how to feel anymore. He’d tell himself that, day in and day out. Even when his heart was twisted and pulled by your mere presence, he told himself feelings were dangerous. He was constantly burning in a hopeless dream. He dreamed of a future with you in a different world where he had no fears of his feelings. Where he didn’t fear if he would ever see another sunrise with you and Ellie by his side. He burned there, day in, and day out.

You were running low on medical supplies and they were hard to come by, especially in these parts. Small cuts and bruises were washed away with the cooling, trickling streams. Gauze was too precious to be wasted on small injuries. You had found an abandoned hospital outside a QZ. You and Joel had silently prayed that it hadn’t been picked over. The weather would be changing soon. Winter was approaching and without the proper supplies, you’d all be fucked. Taking the risk ended up paying off. The hospital wasn’t stacked with supplies but it still felt like a gold mine. While you and Joel gathered up gauze, bandages, medicine and a first aid kit, Ellie found some thick blankets to keep warm. Carefully, and quickly stuffing your loot into your backpacks, you and Joel both looked at each other with the same sense of relief. Your odds of surviving the brutal winter were increased.

Relief, as quickly as it came, dissipated before your very eyes. A shiver rolled down your spine. Your senses heightened when you detected the sound of a clicker. You froze up immediately, slowly turning your head to look at Joel. He slowly raised his finger to his lips and shook his head while you had quietly grabbed a hold of Ellie’s jacket and pulled her behind you and between Joel protectively.

You could feel his whisper before you heard it but there was no detection of fear in his voice. “From now on we are silent, not quiet. Silent, got it? Let's move.” With his gun raised in defense and your knife clutched between your calloused hand, you slowly took a step forward, minding the shards of glass beneath your worn boots. The three of you moved silently through the deserted hospital. Each step felt like your last. Any second one of you could make a noise and it would be all over. You’d go down for either of them, you silently told yourself. All it took was one sickening crunch of broken glass beneath your boot and your heart stopped. Three clickers appeared from the shadows and charged at you, you had given away your cover just like that.

Joel had immediately yelled for you to run while grabbing a hold of Ellie and pulling her along with him. Your feet carried you on instinct, the blood was pumping fiercely through your veins. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears as the deafening sounds of Joel’s gun rang through the stagnant air. The first clicker went down with 2 shots to the head, it shrieked as it fell to the floor, twitching for a moment. Joel watched it happen in a flash, one clicker charged at you from the side, knocking you through a jagged broken window, the shards cut through your tattered clothes, slicing at your skin and sending searing pain through your veins. The adrenaline coursed through you as you sent your blade piercing through the clickers neck, splattering blood across your face like a paintball gun. deafening shots rang through as the final clicker dropped dead to its final resting place. With an immense groan you pushed the once living thing off your body, breathing heavily as you hauled yourself up, feeling dazed but alive.

You hadn’t even heard Joel scream your name.

He was at your side in seconds, grabbing your face in his calloused hands as he searched your eyes desperately. You had never seen him this feral in these moments. His hands moved from your face, to your neck and arms, nervously checking for any bites. You could see the relief wash over his features when he found no marks. “You could have fuckin gotten yourself killed.” He seethed, his coarse fingertips prodded against the thin skin on your throat. “You never fuckin turn your back on a clicker. Ya hear me?!” His grip softened on you before he released you, kicking the mass of flesh on the tarnished floor with his boot.

“I didn’t fuckin get myself killed Joel.” you deadpanned, feeling the adrenaline begin to wear off as you wiped the blood from your face.

He spun around for a split second, nearly giving you whiplash from the movement. “Not another fucking word. Let’s go. Now.” He spat out before walking ahead of you.

Joel refused to speak to you as the three of you left the hospital before trekking into the nearby woods. Ellie didn’t dare try and crack jokes this time around. You couldn’t blame her. You felt guilty for making a sound, for putting her and Joel in danger. For not being careful enough to watch your footing. You wished at that moment that the clicker had taken your life, for Joel and Ellie’s sake. As you walked through the forest, Ellie came up to your side and briefly grabbed your hand. Giving it a light squeeze as a silent reassurance that she didn’t blame you and she was relieved that you were alive. You squeezed her hand back, feeling the reluctant tears prick in the corner of your eyes.

Twenty minutes had passed and Joel, who was a good foot ahead of you, came to an impending stop, nearly causing you to bump into his broad back. He refused to look at you. “We’ll camp here for the night. It’s too dark out here to keep goin.” he muttered.

All you could do was silently nod and follow his orders. You felt weak.

Ellie had settled into her sleeping bag and knocked out shortly after from the pure exhaustion the day had brought. She was just a kid after all. This left you and a still brooding Joel. Your feet ached, your skin felt raw and there was a slight chance you had a concussion. You silently sat along the rivers bank, cleaning your knife and using a tattered rag to wash the blood from your hands and face. A twig snapped behind you, and you turned, knife drawn and fear in your eyes as you were met with Joel. Slowly, lowering your knife, your eyes softened before re-focusing on the clear rippling water below, illuminated by the moon’s ghostly light. “Let me guess, you came over here to yell at me some more, yeah? You know, you oughta be more careful, making noise like that. My fingers coulda slipped,” You muttered before you felt his hand grasping your shoulder.

“No. I didn’t come here to yell at you more darlin. Although, if that’s what you want, I can certainly deliver,” He taunted for a moment before clearing his throat. “I need to look at your cuts. I know you’re gonna be stubborn and fight me on this but some of ‘em could be deep. Can’t have you gettin’ an infection. You don’t want to end up losing a limb.” His grasp left your shoulder, leaving the skin beneath the tattered fabric feeling warm. You reluctantly stood from the riverside and followed his towering stature to his sleeping bag where you wordlessly plopped down beside the oil lamp. it was too dangerous to light a fire. There were more than just infected to fear.

Joel returned with the first aid kit in tow as he slowly sat down in front of your smaller frame. No words were exchanged between the two of you as you undid the buttons of your torn flannel and slid it down your arms, wincing as the fabric scratched against a particularly deep gash in your forearm. You discarded the fabric to the side before assessing the damage yourself. There were shards of glass embedded in your skin and the long gash up your forearm cut through the arrangement of flowers inked permanently into your skin. “Well, it could be worse.”

You joked but immediately regretted it as his hardened gaze landed on you.

“You’ve got a mile fuckin long gash on your forearm and shards of glass stickin out. Don’t fuckin take that tone with me.”

You swallowed hard then, looking away from his harsh gaze.

“I had ‘em y’know..I fuckin had them, Joel.” You spoke above a whisper, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t almost wretched from this cruel earth just hours ago.

You watched his chest rise and fall with a deep exhale through his nose as he pulled out the tweezers from the first aid kit, using his other hand to grab the oil lamp and pull it closer so he could see the shards of glass protruding out of your skin better.

“You could have fucking died. One second too late and we wouldn’t be fucking having this conversation. You’d be lying on that fucking hospital floor with a bullet through your skull.”

You looked at him then, your mouth falling open slightly. You knew that Joel would have to kill you if you had become infected. It would just be business at that point. He’d make it quick as seeing you suffer would be too much for him to bear.

“You think I'd let you live as one of those things?” He stifled a chuckle. “I’m cruel darlin, but I would never let you live through that. So do yourself a favor. Don’t fucking put yourself in a position where you can get bit. You’re fuckin smarter than that.” He had gently grabbed your forearm then, twisting it around to see where the glass was before he looked up at you.

The moonlight softened your features and casted an alluring glow. For a moment, he glanced down at your lips. They were cracked in some places from the elements and he knew you had a nasty habit of picking the skin off your lips from anxiety. Despite that, the urge to kiss you was brewing deep in his gut. Whether he would fall into the trap of his emotions, was all up to him.

“Squeeze my hand if it starts to hurt, alright? Those shards are pretty deep so I'm gonna have to dig them out.” He spoke calmly.

You appreciated his honesty in that moment and didn’t hesitate to grab his hand. Not because you were concerned about the pain, but because you wanted an excuse to be closer to Joel Miller in the moment. Your smaller hand gently grasped his calloused one, interlocking your fingers as he pulled the first shard out, causing you to hiss under your breath from the sudden pain.

He liked the way your hand felt in his, your skin wasn’t nearly as rough and worn as his. Your fingers were delicate and your palm was warm. He found himself subconsciously rubbing the outside of your hand with his thumb in slow, gentle movements.

Joel Miller cared for you and it terrified him.

The next few shards were easier to pull out and he laid the discarded pieces on what was left of your flannel.

“I’m sorry for yellin at ya the way I did.” He finally spoke. “I just, seein’ the clicker on you like that..hearin’ Ellie’s screams.” He took another deep breath.

“I’m not good at this kinda shit.” He admitted. “If you would have fuckin died back there, I don’t know what I would have done. I can’t–I can’t lose you darlin. I wouldn’t be able to go on after that. The fuck would I have to live for?”

You were in shock. Joel Miller had never once opened up to you in this way. He was a man of few words but you could sense his vulnerability and you wanted to nurture it.

“Joel,” You spoke softly.

“Joel, look at me, please.” You squeezed his hand then, meeting his gaze which appeared to be much softer.

“You have Ellie to live for Joel. You would have to go on for her and you and I both know that.”

He didn’t want to admit that you were right. Losing you would be too much for him. He had already lost Tess, Sarah. Losing you would be the end for him.

“No, you don’t get it, do ya? You mean something to me. Fuck. You mean so much to me. All I do is fail Ellie. I failed you both today. I should have gotten that clicker. I was too slow. It's my fault.”

You slowly scooted yourself closer to him then, releasing your hand from his grip before you hesitantly grabbed his face, feeling his patchy stubble tickle your palms. You held Joel Miller’s face like your life depended on it. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The closeness was suffocating for you both. You swore you could hear Joel’s rapid heart beating against his rib cage. Beating for you.

You slowly dragged your finger along his skin, letting your thumb brush the scar above his right eyebrow, a permanent reminder of the first time you met. A ghost of a smile graced Joel’s face and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his dimple.

“Joel, you fuckin listen to me and you listen to me good.”

“I promised Tess that I would protect you and Ellie. I promised her that I would take care of you, Joel. I don’t break those promises. If something were to happen to me, you have to promise me that you’ll carry out her final wish. You have to promise me, please Joel.”

His hands slowly came to wrap around your wrists and for a moment, you thought he would push you away. Instead, he slowly brought his hand to your cheek. He had wanted to feel your skin for so long now. He had dreamt about it. His thumb lightly brushed against your lower lip and he felt you suck in a harsh breath from the contact. He brushed away a bit of dried blood and dirt from your cheekbone as he searched your eyes, seeing the fear in them.

“I promise I will protect Ellie, darlin. My one condition is that you promise me that you’ll continue to fight like hell. Please, if you’re gonna die, you better do it in style.”

You fucking giggled. Joel fucking Miller made you giggle and it was pure music to his ears. He had never heard your laugh before and now that he had gotten a taste, he wanted more.

“Alright, alright, cowboy, If I die, I promise, I will go out in style. I swear to it.”

Your noses had brushed against each other in that moment, your lips were so fucking close that he could taste your breath on his skin.

“I’m going to lose my fuckin mind darlin if I can’t kiss you right now.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. It was an inner thought that turned into word vomit and he immediately panicked.

“Shit–that wasn’t..I– that was supposed to stay in my head and if it makes you–”

His ramblings were cut off by your lips pressing to his in a searing kiss. His thoughts were drunk on you the second he got a taste, he knew he was done for. His eyes slowly fluttered shut as he gently hoisted you into his lap in one swift moment. Using one hand to gently cup the back of your head while the other was firmly grasped around your waist. The kiss was slow, you were both savoring each other before the desperation kicked in and you were clawing at one another’s clothes before Joel pulled away, his eyes wild, lips swollen from you and his hair tousled.

“We can’t.” He breathed out “I want to but I have to finish cleaning your wounds. There’s still that gash I have to stitch up for ya..”

You surprised yourself and him when you let out a frustrated groan. All these years of pining after this hardened man, had you feeling desperate and he had no idea just how badly you had wanted him. You kissed him once more before placing two kisses against his jaw and reluctantly slid out of his lap. “We’re finishing this later, Miller.” You spoke with a lazy grin.

He looked at you with a knowing smirk as he pulled the thread and needle out of the first aid kit.

“Course we are darlin, can’t have you sleepin alone after tonight.”

Joel was incredibly gentle as he stitched the gash on your forearm up. He watched your face for any signs of discomfort but you were a fuckin trooper. Once he finished, he gently wiped the area down with the wash rag, making sure there was no dried blood or dirt left before he wiped the residue from your face. Stealing a couple kisses here and there because he just couldn’t help himself.

“That wasn’t my first near death experience.” You suddenly spoke as he packed the medical supplies up and a short nod of his head reassured you he was listening.

“You remember the day we first met?”

“How could I not? You threw a knife at my face with zero hesitation.” He gestured to the scar you had left.

“Glad to know you still remember that.” You smiled slightly before continuing.

“I ran into some raiders. Thought I could lose them in the cover of the forest but they were quick. Thank fuck for the rain. Then I saw you and Tess and thought it was a trap. Thought I was done for but like you said, I’m only allowed to die in style.”

“Anyway, I never have told you this before because well, my pride gets the best of me. You saved me that day Joel. You didn’t have to but you did and I never properly thanked you for it. Just don’t let it get to your head, alright? You’re already a big enough pain in my ass as it is.” You jokingly said and Joel laughed. A real fucking laugh and you could see his eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart swelled at the sight.

“You laughed mother fucker!”

“I did not! You’re mistaken, just had somethin caught in my throat. Think it was a damn mosquito or somethin.”

“Can you two shut the fuck up? Geez man, can’t a kid get some sleep around here or is it too much to ask? Get a room, you two are GROSS!” Ellie chimed in from the confines of her sleeping bag.

Joel laughed again.

“Sorry, kiddo. We’ll use our inside voices, alright?”

Ellie stuck her middle finger up in response.

“Damn.” He said. “She’s somethin ain’t she? She gets the swearin from you, I’m sure of it. Who woulda thought that a tiny thing like you would have such a mouth to her huh?”

You lightly punched his shoulder then before pulling him in for another kiss.

“You like when I swear, Miller.”

“That I do darlin, that I do.” he mumbled against your lips.

After having a small portion of food, Joel invited you into his sleeping bag. He wanted to hold you for a while till he would have to take the first watch. He loved how you fit in his arms so perfectly. He loved how you nuzzled your face into his shirt, breathing in his scent with a smile on your face. He rested his chin against the top of your head, looking up at the vast expanse of stars above and for a brief moment, Joel Miller was happy. He was so fuckin happy that you were his and if he were to die that night, at least his last moments would be with you, here in his arms were he felt like he was home. You were his home. You and Ellie were the two people worth saving. He saved you both. He protected you. Keeping you and Ellie safe is what kept his heart pumping, his feet moving and his lungs filled with air. God help any mother fuckers who would stand in his way.

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Lost- Ellie Williams

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-> Summary: Once Ellie is handed over to Joel and Tess, you lose contact with her. You find her again a couple years later.

-> Warnings: none? A broken ankle?

You stumbled down a flight of stairs, the cracks in the dusty windows being your only source of light. The world went quiet when the blanket of snow fell.

The clicker at the top of the stairs froze, hearing the accidental noise you had made. You breathing hitched as you bent down to grab a mental pipe. The clicking noises grew louder as you hurriedly tied a scissors to the end of the pipe, hoping it would do more damage.

You stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the clicker to come close enough. You were praying to anyone listening that you got out of this mess, you had someone to find.

The clicker got to the last step and lunged at you. You swung the pipe as hard as you could and caught its neck, then using your shiv to quietly puncture it. You hoped you were quiet enough to not alert any other near by.

However, you thought wrong. Two more came through the door to your left.

"Fuck." You whispered as they quickly ran towards you. As quietly as you could, you moved spaces. You were now in an open room with only armour stands in every corner, and massive pillars to hold the ceiling up.

you had no idea which way was out. A rat squeaked as you scared it with a step and the two clickers turned to face you. You observed them, and how disgusting they looked. You didn't know if you could take two at once.

At the sound of the door closing, one scurried off up the stairs, the other locked on you. It walked towards you, as if smelling you, and it twitched every thirty seconds. You stepped back, frightening for your life and knocked the armour stand over.

At this, you took off running. You knew it wasn't smart to leave the room as others could be around any corner, so you ran in circles. As the clicker cut through the middle of the room, you stood on a baseball bat and your ankle twisted.

You whimpered in pain as you turned to face the ugly creature, your pipe ready in your hand. You heard to faint voices calling out from up the stairs. You refused to reply.

Unexpectedly, the clicker lunged. You battered it with the pipe but nothing seemed to be working, and the searing pain in your ankle wasn't helping. The clicker knocked the pipe from your hand and knocked you over, the baseball bat far too out of reach now.

You knew you had only one option, other than giving up, and you took it.

"Help!" You screamed, your hands on the shoulders of the clicker to keep it away from you, "Downstairs! Fuck- Hurry!"

you tried kicking it but the clicker didn't seem effected by it. You arms were slowly giving in and the clicker got closer to your face. You squeezed your eyes shut and gave up completely.

you prepared yourself for failure, but it never came. The clicker was thrown off of you and its head had been cut off from its neck. You choked back a cry, resting your head on the ground for a second.

"Are you okay?" A deep voice called out from where the clicker stood. You coughed and sat up, Your vision blurry as you opened your eyes, "I'm Joel. Are you hurt?"

When you heard his name, your head popped up. Your vision slowly coming back as you tried to stand.

"Woah steady," Joel spoke as he grabbed you arm to help, "Ah, the ankle. do you want me to take a look?"

"Uh- if you don't mind," You nodded. You tried not to sound too hopeful, knowing exactly who you was looking for was around there somewhere.

He sat you in the room over on a sofa, rolling up your jeans and untying the laces of your wrecked green converse.

"What are ya doing out here alone?" he questioned curiously. He inspected your ankle, gently holding it with his hands.

"Well, I was searching for someone," You replied. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you anticipated the arrival of the girl you was looking for. Joel hummed in response, not prying any further.

"Can you stand on it?" He asked as he helped you to stand. You tried to put pressure on it more and failed, "Alright sit down, I'll be right back."

You watched him leave then waited patiently for him to return. In the mean time, you stared at the old pictures on the walls. At the weeds that grew in the corners of the room, and the old tiles of the ceiling that had broken or fallen off.

"Just through here," You heard Joel speak, "just a sprained ankle, fortunately-"

You gasped at the sight, as if you hadn't expected it, "Ellie?"

"Oh my god," She sighed in disbelief. She dropped her bag into Joel's hand and jogged over to you, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You laughed, letting her grab your hand and pull you up. You made sure not to put pressure on your foot as she tightly wrapped her arms around you. You arms engulfed her torso as your head rested below her chin.

Her hand came to the back of your head and you took notice of how much she had grown.

"I thought id never see you again," You sighed.

"So you two know each other then?" Joel raised an eyebrow as you two pulled apart, Ellie sitting you back on the sofa.

"Well, here I am" Ellie replied, ignoring Joels question and handing him bandages.

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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Hi just wanna say love your last of us series that you write.And I was wondering if you could write this request.It’s kinda like the one you just did.To some up the request. platonic yandere Joel, Ellie, x reader get into an argument.Which leads to reader running away, and only for them to run into each other after a couple of years or month later.

This could be head cannons, or a story it’s up to you

Thank you for reading this and hopefully writing this if not, let me know and have a good one

Running away from Yandere Joel and Ellie

A/n: I decided to go with headcanons if that okay.

So, I think there is a low chance of this happening. Joel and Ellie keep a tight leash on you, so the chance of you leaving and leaving for that long is low. You also have to take in to account the fact that you are living in a fucking apocalypse, to the point where leaving Jackson is basically a death sentence.

I also think that the reader wouldn't really see a point in leaving. While yes, Joel and Ellie are overprotective and a bit psychotic, they love you and take care of you, and because they've prevented you from interacting with other people, you don't have any other support systems. So, they've conditioned you to rely on them for emotional support, presenting the outside world as dangerous and them being the only ones to protect you.

However, let's say you did run away.

They would be distraught. You are all they have, and you left them. There would be a day or two where they can't really do anything. They wallow in their own self-pity, understanding that they were likely the reason for why you left. After that though, they are focusing all their time on finding you. They don't care about where they have to go, who they have to kill, they will find you.

Ellie blames Joel, and Joel blames himself. Their relationship becomes sour with your absence, neither of them believing it will be the same again until your back with them. Ellie truly believes that Joel abused his power, and it drove you to the edge. She hates how much he didn't allow you to do, how you became a shell of yourself the days before you ran away.

Joel doesn't feel himself anymore. He wants to be there for Ellie, but Ellie hates him right now, and he feels as though he truly has no one to go to. Tommy and Maria are his only lifelines, and even they offer no real solutions. Joels guilt is what motivates his need to find you. He takes patrol every single night, trying to find any sign of you. When he gets home, he goes on the radio and asks anyone who is willing to listen about anything relating to you, taking any help he can get. He doesn't sleep or eat unless its absolutely necessary, believing that if he takes a break, even for a second, you'll be gone forever.

You being gone for so long destroys the two. They don't want to think about it, but they know there is a likelihood you've died. They don't know what they'd do if it was confirmed. They don't believe they would ever be the same.

If Joel is the one to find you first, he's immediately taking you home. He doesn't care if you have a life at your new home, you are coming back with him and you're never leaving again. He keeps you at home, changing the locks constantly o you can't get out. He uses drugs to keep you sedated while he's away so that you don't have enough power to try and leave. He'll even ask the people watching the gates to forbid you from leaving without his direct permission. He's not taking any chances.

Ellie will be a little bit more sympathetic. She'll try to relate with you, understanding that their protectiveness is suffocating. However, the moment you start seriously mentioning leaving them, she takes you and runs. She might be more aware of her toxic traits, but that doesn't mean she wants to change them. She starts teaming back up with Joel and will rat you out to Joel whenever she believes you're thinking about leaving.

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what style do you think modern abby dina and ellie would have? ♡♡♡♡

i honestly think ellie would have the same style that she has in tlou2. flannels and a little bit of a grandpa style (thinking about her rocking joel’s jacket) kind off… sunky core y’know. always uses converse no matter the season, has a pair of black headphones she takes with her everywhere with a bunch of stickers on. she wears a lot of rings and bracelets, and she has a signature necklace with joel’s old guitar pick. i think she’d like green a lot, and her room would be be filled with plants and those plastic plant vines you can hang on your wall/from your roof. nerdy posters all over her walls, with planets and dinosaurs and nerd stuff. starts getting patchwork tattoos as she gets older, many of them designed by herself, a few professional and a few stick’n’pokes.

as for dina i headcanon her as someone who would be enrolled in a billion different dance classes so she uses clothes that she can dance in, and that looks good dancing in. i think dina wears a lot of darker shades of red, and that she likes to wear long flowy skirts. i also see dina with a lot of piercings in her ears. she can keep earrings in while dancing, and they’re more comfortable to dance with than the most necklaces and bracelets. also think she’d like floral patterns and stuff on her clothes. also think dina would keep her hair down more often, and every once in a while she’d show up with some crazy coloured highlights in her hair. hot pink, blue, hell she even tried green once. in general she likes colours and don’t like dressing too plain.

abby is a total gym rat. mostly wears vintage/plain t-shirts that show of her biceps, likes to wear cargo pants or sweatpants. when it’s warm abby wears knee length gym shorts or jorts. abby always has her airpods in wherever she goes. mostly wear her hair in a braid or ponytail cause it’s easier when playing sports or working out. has a varsity jacket (obviously she plays whatever sport the university she goes to is the best at, volleyball, basketball, american football, football.) abby is a nike girl everyday of the week, and strictly wears airforce ones when she isn’t in the gym or on the (insert sport here)’s field. rarely wears jewellery because she would have to take them out all the time for her sport, but does have one earring on each ear . i can see her with very simple gold studs that her dad got her years ago. will walk around with her girlfriends scrunchie on the wrist at all times

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sanctuary; part i

pairing: joel miller x f!reader (no y/n) warnings: tw for mention of blood, mild gore, violence. no smut yet but honey have you met me? it's coming (and so is joel, and you, ey-ohhhh) word count: 1600 author's notes: canon divergent aka no ellie I'm sorry kids cramp my style

i feel like this is 80% character study and 20% plot, but these ideas have been gnawing at me like a hungry ass clicker and i needed to get them out of my brain and onto a google doc. please feel free to reblog, share, leave a comment, tell me what you like, tell me what you want to see more of, I'm so excited to be writingggg also not beta'd so here we gooooo if there is a typo I'm sorry but please understand i dumped this onto the internet and didn't look back

The car you drive is a target on your back. It’s a good thing your partner in crime is such a quick shot.

You’re not even a fourth of the way to Wyoming, yet you’ve outrun and outdriven more thieves than you can count. It’s unsurprising, considering the dismal state of the world. You used to think more often about what life was like before Outbreak Day. Before New York shut down, before subway cars crashed below Canal Street and even the damn rats seemed to have greater control over their faculties than most human beings.

You couldn’t get out of the city fast enough.

It’s been twenty years, and while the memory of it all occasionally haunts you like a looming ghost, most of the time, you’re just thankful to be alive. And whether you like to admit it or not, your survival is owed to the man you think of now as your companion, your partner, your…something.

You just don’t know what he is to you, even if your impact on one another is indisputable.

You’ve hardened. Where you have grown a thicker skin, you’ve softened his, even if just by the smallest amount. You can see it in the way his eyes linger on you for a moment too long when you return from a run with a fresh cut or bruising eye. You can sense it in the way he talks to you like he’s toeing the line between wanting to respect your autonomy and independence and knowing he might tear the goddamn city apart if he were to lose you.

At least, you tell yourself that. It’s self-indulgent and flattering, because while you’ve spent years learning how to exist in this new and unsafe world, your understanding of human interaction and behavior hasn’t completely gone to shit. And Joel Miller behaves like cares about you.

“Turn here,” he says as you approach what probably used to be an intersection, but now appears to be a blurred line of a dirt path. Most paths are like that now. The only clearcut routes from any place to another are the main highways and frequently used roads, but those are so closely monitored by FEDRA that you don’t dare to cross them. No, you and your partner opt for the scenic route to Jackson, if only to spare your lives.

That is, if you aren’t taken out by clickers or thieves or gang members first.

You don’t say anything, you just keep driving, eyes locked on the path in front of you. It’s late afternoon and you must be driving west—good, you’re headed in the right direction, at least—because the setting sun glimmers along the horizon, and while you’d normally find such a sight to be one of the rare moments of beauty in this fucked up world, right now it’s downright annoying.

His eyes are locked on the road, or at least you think they are. You can’t tell because if you catch a glimpse of him in this golden sunlight, you might actually melt behind the steering wheel. So you keep your focus on the path before you while the radio plays in and out of static.

And then it happens so damn quickly. Joel yells at you to watch out! And his arm stretches out toward your side of the car, and his hand is on the steering wheel, jerking the car in a sharp motion toward the left.

You brace yourself for then inevitable crash. The muscles in your legs squeeze and freeze until you collect your breath, exhaling while your hands tighten along the steering wheel.

“What the fuck was that for!?” You demand, the shock filling your tone with more anger than you intended. Joel doesn’t say anything back. His breathing is heavy, though slowing to a more normal pace, and he scrubs a hand over his features.

You turn back and see nothing at first. But as soon as you spot the culprit through the truck’s rear view mirror, you’re stunned.

“A fucking deer?” You ask incredulously, spotting a doe picking her way through the brush. “Really, Joel?”

He’s softening.

“Could have damaged the truck,” he contests, voice considerably lower. “We’re already taking the long way to Cody Tower. I don’t need any more setbacks.”

You scoff but say nothing, replacing your foot into the accelerator and continuing your trek along the back roads.

It’s dark by the time you pull over. You’ll have to refuel first thing in the morning, though the source of said fuel is to be determined. Siphoning gas isn’t hard, but it’s tracking down another functioning automobile with an oblivious operator that’s the hard part.

You’ve started sleeping in shifts. The bench seat in the back is about as luxurious a bed as you’re going to get in the middle of the apocalypse. Somewhere along the line, you’ve managed to collect a flimsy blanket that does little by way of insulation, but at least it’s comforting.

Joel locks the doors while you settle into the back. He’s caught your eye in the rearview and you feel your stomach twist. Every night goes like this—he lets you sleep first, and you usually agree because you’re so fucking tired, but because he’s too damn polite to wake you up, you end up sleeping uninterrupted. He sneaks in sleep when you’re on the road the next day and he thinks you won’t notice.

“You know what?” You say, climbing back over the center console and into the passenger seat. He’s taken the driver’s seat in case you need to make a quick getaway overnight. “I’ll take the first watch. You sleep.”

He shakes his head. “Not gonna happen.”

“Oh, really?” You arch a brow. “Because it seems like you need it. You look like shit, Joel.”

Now it’s his turn to scoff. “Excuse me if i don’t look my greatest at the end of the damn world.”

You hadn’t said that. Even when Joel looks absolutely exhausted, he still looks good. His rugged handsomeness isn’t lost on you, and for the first time all day, you actually look at him. You take him in. Moonlight catches along the graying ends of his unkempt hair, his wrinkles along the corners of his eyes are pronounced, and you eat it up like a woman starved. If you’re blushing, you’re thankful Joel can’t tell in the darkness, placing a comfortable distance between him and your growing vulnerabilities.

You hold up your palms in friendly defeat. “All I’m saying is I’m not tired yet. If you want the first round, I won’t complain.”

He doesn’t budge, though. And neither do you. You both wind up falling asleep in your respective seats once you are positive the other isn’t looking.

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It’s not the clicking that wakes you up, though as soon as you’re half-conscious, you hear it right away.

Your stomach lurches. Fuck. When you’d pulled over hours earlier, you hadn’t noticed any semblance of life other than the deer you nearly ran over. But now, tired and bleary-eyed, you make out the deformed, eyeless head of something that used to be human.

There’s three of them, and they’re approaching your truck fast.

“Joel,” you urge, shaking his shoulder. “You gotta wake up. Joel, baby, we have to go.” The urgency in your voice hopefully outshines the petname you go with. You blame it on nerves, on the chance that this is the moment you and your partner actually fucking die. Baby. That is a choice. With any luck, Joel’s too drowsy for it to register.

He’s up like a shot, the strained, nearly silent cry from outside the truck jolting up into consciousness.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, starting the truck and slamming his foot on the accelerator. One of the clickers narrowly misses colliding into your door. There’s less than a quarter of a tank left, though if you both don’t get out of here in one piece, that really doesn’t matter.

“I need you to shoot them,” Joel says over the roaring engine. He twists and turns in an attempt to lose them, but they’re on your trail, ganging up on you with each passing step.

You don’t challenge him, but you hesitate. His pistol is in the glove box, untouched since the last time you got into a dangerous situation—probably a day or two ago; every violent clash starts to bleed and blend together with the last.

“You can do it,” he says, though his tone is more urgent than encouraging . “They’re getting close. The closer your target, the easier it is to hit. Just do it—now!”

There’s no more time to waste. The clickers are a half step behind the truck. One of them places its grimy hand on the truck, holding on for dear life, if only to take yours.

Joel shouts your name to shock any remaining fatigue from every cell of your body. You do it—you reach for the gun in the glove compartment, lower your window just enough to hang your arms out of the side of it, cock the gun, and shoot.

Three fires. Three clean shots, each of the clickers blown back onto the dirt ground. Blood splatters on the side of the truck, some speckles across your forearm. Joel audibly exhales through his nose.

He keeps driving until you run out of gas.

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EXCHANGE PART TWO

It's been a hot minute since I dropped the first part of this, it's been written for months, I guess I just kinda forgot to post it! Oopsie. Thanks to the folks who read it recently and commented. Reminded me of this cute lil ficcy.

Part One

“Elle.”

Its Friday, an unusually quiet one at that and you decided to tackle Hemmingway, which means you were also simultaneously reading something by Austen and Roxanne Gay to numb the pain. You were leaning back in your chair; ankles crossed on the desk and books and post its strewn around them waiting out the final hour of your shift.

You glance up from your book with a frown. Maxwell leans against the glass with a proud smirk, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Why do you have a highlighter in your mouth? I know things are a little backwards this side of the pond but I think when it comes to holding stuff were in agreement on how its usually done.”

You snatch the pink marker from your teeth quickly offering him a mighty scowl. “Don’t call me ‘Elle’.”

“That chick from last weekend told me your name was ‘Elle’.” He retorts with a roll of his eyes.

“Her name is Lisa, you absolute tosser, and she didn’t tell you my name was ‘Elle,’ you eavesdropped on a conversation where she called me ‘Ellie.’” God you really hate this guy.

“Sorry, I assumed it was a cutesy version of Elle. What’s it short for?” He asks eyes flitting over the mess on her desk, trying to collect any information he can.

“Why?”

“Why does anyone want to know anything?”

“Impetuous nosiness?”

“Or so I know what name to save your number under when you call me. Speaking of which, when were you planning on doing that again, Sugar?”

“The day I tell you my name probably.” You reply bored, your eyes sliding back to A Farewell to Arms. “Wait,” You slide your feet of the desk and stand up suddenly. “How did you get in here? You can’t be in here without someone who lives here.”

Max grins, adjusting his Burberry scarf under his expensive looking coat. “Relax, Toots, my new...friend is outside talking to some girl from her class, she let me in. I’m not standing around in the cold like a poor person while she titters like half her brain was taken in a lobotomy.”

“Well, God forbid you go home with someone and like their personality.” You roll your eyes, relaxing slightly.

“I liked her personality just fine. Both of them.”

Your mouth pulls down in distaste and you all but throw the clipboard and pen at him. “Does the local clinic know about you? I assume the CDC alerted them to your arrival in the country.”

“Haha,” He responds dryly. “Does the local pub know about you? The comedy offerings on Thursday’s got nothing on you.”

You snort taking the clipboard and setting it down. You look him up and down, still leaning against the window in his expensive coat. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I am grown, baby, if you’d let me take you out, I’d prove it.”

“How long can you hold your breath? Have you tried tripling it?” You shoot back. He laughs, surprising a small smile out of you. His laugh is brash and loud just like him but there is something genuine within it, like he’s picky with who gets to hear it.

“I’m a wrestler now and hopefully I’ll be one when I grow up too. I’m here on exchange for the year but I wrestle whenever I can. The UK has a strong scene.” He replies openly, his eyes alight as he talks about a subject he clearly adores. You suppose how built he is makes more sense with this information. “Plus, the ring rats out here are way better than the ones in the states.”

Your hesitant to ask but the question falls out anyway, “What’s a ring rat?”

“Wrestling groupies, girls who just come to the shows to fuck the wrestlers.” Maxwell smirks in reply.

“I knew I shouldn’t have asked but I still did. That’s completely on me.” You mutter to yourself, sitting back in your chair with a disgusted sigh and picking up Roxanne Gay’s bad feminist.

“You were reading that book before,” Maxwell points to the red cover of Hemmingway. “Did you forget? I have been known to have that effect on women when I get them alone.”

“You don’t, How I wish I could forget you.” You reply, flicking through the pages. “Hemmingway makes me want to stab myself in the face. You need alternatives or you won’t make it through the book.” You wave bad feminist in his direction.

He gestures for you to pass him the book and you do with a raised eyebrow. He immediately starts flicking through, stopping at the pages filled with notes. “You can read?” You joke, watching his eyes devour the words.

“You write in your books, what, think your better than the greats or something?” He snarls back his eyes never leaving the page he’s settled on.

“Or something.”

He’s quiet for a moment while he flips the book carefully in different directions trying to break apart your loopy handwriting. You aren’t sure why he’s being so gentle with a book you’ve all but taped back together from how many times you’ve stuffed it into tiny bags or pockets but you find it a little bit endearing. “You know they make more sense once you’ve actually read the words that are supposed to be there.”

That gets Maxwell’s attention and he glances up at you, closing the book on his thumb. “Are you saying I can borrow it?”

You frown, that wasn’t anywhere near what you’d meant but you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to let him borrow it. It’s not like he wasn’t around pretty much every weekend. “Sure, you can borrow it. I don’t know if it’s your speed though.”

Maxwell grins, tucking it safely into the inner pocket of his coat before pushing off the glass. “Thanks, gorgeous, I’ll take good care of it. Promise.”

He steps toward the front door and offers you a little smirk and a wave, “Enjoy the rest of your night, Ellie.”

You roll your eyes but offer a wave of your own in the form of a shooing motion. “Until next time, Maxwell.”

His playful smirk evolves into a wide grin and he disappears out the way he came. You shake your head, grabbing your trusty sign I’m sheet.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN

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You have a post it on your shoe. Enjoy your noodles. Call me if you are ever up for real food. -Max

You snatch the orange post it from the bottom of your ugg boot with a groan, finding your shopping list for the week cramped into the small space.

Later when you put the folded-up sheet and the post it into your drawer for a moment you consider saving his number. You were desperate to know what he thought of the book and even more so to know what he was thinking while he read your notes and dissections.

You decide against it, you’d likely see him in a few days on the arm of another pretty girl from your building anyway. Besides, he was an ass and you didn’t want to give him what he wanted.

Your last thought before finally dozing off was the realisation that Max never came back tonight. And no one else did either.

The following Saturday is your weekend off and a few people from your class drag you out for a night on the town. Everyone knows you prefer to be home but they try to talk you into one night out and you can’t help but agree. You thrifted a pair of leather bell bottoms last term that still has the tags on them. It was time.

So, with a copy of Elizabeth Barrett Browning rolled up tightly in your purse (just in case, you weren’t trying to be a pick-me, you’d just been caught out waiting for a lift home by yourself more times than you cared to admit.) you head out for drinks with your friends and end up in a nightclub not long after. You are swaying your hips to the beat and spinning around carefree. Your friends are chanting your name and you can’t help but laugh. You had to admit, it felt nice to let loose every now and again.

It wasn’t a change of pace, per se, you went out, you knew how to have typical university student fun. You even went on the occasional date, but, and you admitted it was probably a bit snobby to say, the late nights, the boys... well, they weren’t especially intellectually stimulating. Not in the way a book was or the tiny Zagreus inside her switch. Still you can admit you have fun, and stay out much later than you’d thought.

When you stumble tiredly into the dorms just before 1 am, you are surprised to see the girl who does alternate weekends asleep in your chair. You didn’t want to be left working every weekend so you know you aren’t going to dob her in but it still annoys you to see her being so careless. There was a reason the girls who lived here had to sign in their visitors, everyone living here deserved to feel safe.

You slap the lip of the counter, shocking the girl so much she nearly falls from her chair. “Ellie, Hi, sorry, I was doing my physics homework.” She explains and you feel a little bit of sympathy. “Oh! Here, some guy dropped this off.” She passes you the book you let Max borrow last week. “He also told me to give you this.” She hands you a folded sign in sheet. “He tried really hard to get your room number from me, but I swear I didn’t give it to him, he called me a ‘stupid whore’ and then left these here. American” She offered as explanation.

“Thanks, sorry.” You offer with a grimace heading down the corridor with a final nod.

MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN

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You went out? You can do that? Have fun? You’ll have more when you finally call me. I liked this Roxanne chick. I liked what you thought of her too. Maybe I’ll catch you next time and we can talk about it. What I don’t like is discount you at the front desk. Serious attitude. Snores like a truck too. Hope you had a good night, Gorgeous. -Max

You snort softly, tucking the note with the others and sliding the book back into its home on your bookshelf. This guy was unlike anyone you’d ever met, a total shit-stirring wanker and man-whore but for some reason, despite how much he annoyed you, you were beginning to find him entertaining and dare you say, endearing.

Suddenly you couldn’t wait for next week.

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