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ateotd-izzy · 5 months

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anti-hero | joel dawson x fem!reader

“i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving and life will lose all its meaning”

after everything that had happened to you over the last 7 years in the literal apocalypse, you’ve developed some serious issues with trust.

“it’s me, hi, i’m the problem, it’s me”

and maybe a few insecurities too. but that could just be your fault.

“at tea time everybody agrees”

so when you and your boyfriend joel go out to the surface to find his ex-girlfriend aimee, the only person left from his old life, you start feeling like, well, a problem.

“i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror”

warnings: insecure reader?? idk none really

“it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

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you followed behind joel as he walked ahead, looking down at the map your colony had given the two of you.

he was so dead-set on going to find aimee and her colony that you only went with him because you knew there was a chance that if you didn’t, you would never see him again.

but there he was, happy and oblivious as he walked down the overgrown street.

what if he didn’t want you there? what if he just wanted to go alone to get away from you? what if he wanted to leave you behind? what if he still liked aimee? what if-

“y/n?”

you looked up to see joel staring back at you expectantly. he had stopped walking and was now looking back at you.

“hmm?”

“i asked if you’re okay.” he repeated, taking a few steps over to you. “are you?”

“yeah, joel, i’m fine.” you smile at him and he smiles back.

“you sure?” he asked, pushing a bit of hair away from your eyes.

“yes, i’m sure.”

“good.” he pecked your lips before taking your hand in his. “come on.”

he seemed like he still loved you, but what if he was just pretending because you were there and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? what if he’s just a really good actor?

you tried to push those thoughts from your head. at least for the time being.

the more your trip had gone on, the worse you felt.

you had major anxiety over the entire situation, and you felt horrible because the closer you got to the beach meant the closer you were to aimee.

and you could not stop thinking about how either of you could die at any moment, even with the help of two strangers you had met.

joel seemed over the moon the closer you got to the beach and he would keep on talking about aimee as you walked.

“you know, she actually got me these pencils.” joel told you as he drew the large frog-like creature the two of you had encountered just a few days earlier into his book.

the dog you had found, boy, was curled up by your leg as you ate.

clyde and minnow, the two strangers who had been helping the two of you survive for the last day or so, were sat on the opposite side of the fire.

“yeah, you mentioned that already, kid.” clyde mumbled, his mouth full of the beans he was eating. “i think your girlfriend’s getting sick of it.”

your head shot up, scaring boy for a moment, while joel’s turned to look at you.

“i’m fine. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged it off, even if it were true.

you didn’t need joel to know about your worries or insecurities when it came to aimee.

he just seemed so excited and you felt like maybe you were the one thing that was stopping him from feeling happy.

so instead you focused on the dog in your lap, stroking and playing with boy until your small group had to leave.

as clyde and minnow led, boy running circles around the young girl, joel fell back to walk beside you.

“what’s going on with you?” he asked softly. “you okay?”

you nodded and joel gave you a look.

“i’m fine.” you insisted.

“you know you can talk to me… right?”

his words sounded genuine, and his facial expression was easily readable. he looked concerned.

“yeah, of course.” you put on a smile. “don’t worry, joel.”

you were no longer with clyde and minnow when you and joel reached the old broken down motel you decided to stay at for the night.

it was storming outside as you, your boyfriend, and your dog ran for shelter.

joel had been extra happy since he had killed one of the monsters and saved boy.

“wow.” joel breathed out, looking at the rain, and you tore your eyes away from him to look out at the sky.

rain was something you had missed from the outside world.

“you know, i haven’t felt the rain in seven years.” joel said to boy and you just kept watching the storm. “pretty cool. pretty cool.”

joel then wrapped his arms around your body and sat his chin on your shoulder. he pressed a short kiss to your neck, and you didn’t move.

your attention was entirely focused on the rain. you had forgotten how much you had loved it.

back when you were a teenager, you used to sit by your window whenever it would storm and just watch the rain, soft music playing from your headphones.

it was your favorite weather.

“how’re you doing?” joel asked quietly and you turned your head a little.

“i’m fine.” you responded, ignoring the few tears that had pricked in your eyes due to all the emotions you had been feeling.

“hello.” a sudden robotic voice spoke from behind you and joel spun around, letting his arms fall from your waist.

joel started walking inside, towards the voice, and you sat down, watching the rain fall.

you could hear some kind of electronic whirring, but didn’t turn your head.

“holy shit. you’re alive.” joel’s voice came from behind you. “i mean… you’re on.”

“i have 51 minutes of power left. what is your name?”

“uh, i’m joel. my name is joel.”

after he introduced himself, you turned your head. boy came and curled himself up on your lap, letting you pet him.

you didn’t listen to what was going on behind you until joel called your name.

“y/n, you gotta come in here.” he chuckled. “it’s… it’s a real mav1s.”

you stood up, being careful not to hurt boy as you did so, and walked inside, sitting beside joel on the springy mattress.

“mav1s, this is my girlfriend, y/n.” joel introduced with a smile.

“hello, y/n.”

“hi.” you mumbled.

“joel, besides conversing with me, for which i am eternally grateful, may i ask what you are doing outside of your colony?”

“yeah, um…”

“did you steal food?” the mav1s’s eyes narrowed.

“no. no, i didn’t steal any food.” joel responded and you couldn’t help but snicker at his tone.

joel looked at you, noticing the fact that he hadn’t heard you laugh in quite a while.

he then looked back at the mav1s. “y/n and i are actually… on a quest. to find a girl. um, an old friend of mine, actually.”

“how lovely! what is her name?”

“uh, aimee. with one i and two e’s.”

you kissed joel’s cheek and walked outside again. you sat on the ground, right on the edge of the concrete so the rain would fall against your head.

you hadn’t realized just how long you had zoned out for until you heard joel bringing mav1s outside and sitting her on the couch.

“i, uh, i need to pee.” joel picked up his crossbow and started walking away. “i’ll be back.”

was he leaving? oh, my god, was he ditching you?

“is something troubling you, y/n?” mav1s asked as you watched joel walk inside. “you can tell me anything, as i am an empathetic listener.”

you stood up as the rain slowed down and sat beside the mav1s on the old couch.

“also, my memory banks will be permanently erased in 14 minutes.”

you sat quietly for a moment before looking at the robot.

“did joel talk to you about aimee much?”

“only for a moment. he talked to her on his radio. why do you ask?”

“do you think he… likes her?” you asked.

“yes, i do think he likes his friend, as he-”

“no, no. no, mav1s, i meant, like… do you think he has, like, romantic feelings for her?”

“what makes you ask that?”

“before everything that happened, and before he met me in our colony, joel and aimee were together. aimee was his girlfriend before i was.” you sighed and leaned back in your seat. “i just… do you think he’s gonna leave me for her?”

“while he was talking to aimee on his radio, joel spoke very fondly of you.”

“am i crazy to be totally freaking out that joel’s gonna leave me forever?”

“what?” joel asked as he approached you again. you hadn’t even noticed him appear.

you went quiet. “nothing. it doesn’t matter.”

he sat himself beside you. “y/n, i’m never gonna leave you. why would you even think that?”

you looked down at your lap and shrugged. he crouched in front of you to meet your eyes.

you sighed at the confused look on his face. joel was always so clueless.

“aimee.” you answered.

“huh?”

“do you still have feelings for her?”

joel was silent for a moment, staring into your eyes. worry took over your features as you searched his face for some kind of answer to your question.

then a smile grew on joel’s face, which turned into a chuckle.

“what?” you asked and joel shook his head.

“nothing, you’re just funny.”

“joel, i’m being serious. why are you coming all this way for her? do you still have feelings for her?” you stared down at him and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“y/n, i only have feelings for you. i swear.” his smile had softened as he spoke. “aimee’s someone from my past. yes, i dated her when i was 17, but that’s different now. i only want you. not aimee, not anybody.”

“then why..?”

“she’s my friend, and it’s been like 7 years. i just wanted to see what it’s like out here, and i haven’t seen anyone i knew before all this in over half a decade.”

joel frowned and put a hand on your cheek.

“i guess i just got excited. i forgot to ask if you were even okay with all this.”

a smile tugged on your lips. “it’s fine, joel.”

“i love you, okay?” he told you, his voice honest. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you whispered out and leant forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

he hugged you tight and pulled you to your feet.

as he held you, he slowly rocked the two of you back and forth.

music slowly started to play, coming from mav1s, and joel smiled before spinning you around.

it was raining more, and joel pulled you out from under the shelter and into the rain.

his hair stuck to his face as he smiled, leaning forward and pecking you on the lips.

“you’re the only one for me, okay? don’t you ever doubt that for a second.” he mumbled into your ear as the two of you danced. “you’re my girl.”

you smiled and lifted your hand from his shoulder to push his hair from his eyes.

the two of you danced in the rain until mav1s’ power ran out and the music abruptly stopped.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: how has this been in my drafts since june…

#joel dawson x reader #joel dawson #love and monsters #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #midnights #taylor swift #midnights taylor swift #anti hero

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criesinliess · 1 year

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obriengf · 8 months

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Hello 21 : with Joel please 🤩🤩

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests open! 21: "I didn’t know my ex moved so you find me sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door"

UNEXPECTED STRANGER

You could feel the mascara drying; and slight irritation to your skin as the previously running liquid itched over your cheekbones. It was uncomfortable, but not as much as the ache cultivating in your tailbone as you sat cross-legged on the cold floor, your knees pulled under your chin and arms secured for dear life as they clung around them. It was hard to control the trembling in your fist after minutes of banging against a door that housed temporary emptiness, and a lack of specific presence that you had come searching for in the first place. Instead, the fist was tucked against your curled frame as exhaustion devoured you, and thoughts from all regions ran aimlessly in your mind. Regret began to take up occupancy in the pit of your gut - it was stupid impulse that led you to this door, and the recognition had just started to come to light. But you were too defeated to move. He had worn you down, and he wasn't even here. Echoes of rubber soles clapped as they climbed the close stairwell, the sound reverberating its way toward you at the end of the fourth-floor hallway. It caused your ears to perk, but the lack of motivation to even raise your head kept you in a stiffened position until you heard a voice. "Uh... can I help you?"

It was a voice unknown, writhed with confusion and uncertainty, complemented with hidden notes of worry. It prompted you to jump despite knowing that those rubber soles were only mere feet in front of you now. It was slow as you raised your head; your body sinking in as if you'd been scolded, even though you were simply asked a question of unsureness.

You were met with doe eyes of brown, large as they widened in shock at your flustered face and smudged makeup. You sniffled once as your eyebrow furrowed, head tilting to the side, "What?"

The man before you shuffled in discomfort, his hand pulling at the bag strap that guarded his right shoulder as he hiked it back up. It was his turn to stare with furrowed brows and even more perplexity, "I - You're blocking my door. Why..." The man began, clearing his throat as he tried to compose a sentence that didn't consist of agitation, but failed, "What do you want?"

"Your door - ?"

"What - Yes, yes my door. You're blocking it, and I want to get inside. Can you just move?" He was growing impatient as he huffed, his tone blunt and precise. You glanced around the empty space surrounding you both, trying to decipher if you got the apartment number wrong. No, you thought. You instantly recognised that overgrown pot plant in front of the apartment two doors down, and the annoying flickering bulb of the fourth downlight. You were in the right place, but something was off.

Your lips pursed as a rouse to stop them from quivering, an uneasy feeling settling within you, "Doesn't Tim Baxter live here?"

The man barely chuckled in disbelief under his breath as his head shook, chocolate mops of hair swaying with him. He bit the inside of his cheek, "Uh no, I live here. Have been for about a week and a half now. Got no idea who that guy is. Sorry."

Your chest panged as if a wound had reopened, pieces of your puzzle falling into place and connecting the dots that you didn't want to see coming. A week and a half. It was about the time he stopped answering your calls. After attempts at trying to speak to him, you gave up a losing battle and decided to take on the dragon face-to-face. But he had fled. All traces were wiped, and the treasure that the dragon was in possession of would never be recovered by you.

You willed the tears to stay still - too many had been shed over your heartbreak already today, and he didn't deserve any more. You nodded slightly as you pushed yourself to stand, legs wobbly from your cramped seated position and you swayed apprehensively. A hand reached out to find even the smallest surface to support bowing stability, but it was the mystery man who managed to hold you upright as one hand carefully grasped your bicep, and the other pressed just above your waist.

The man hummed, concern intertwining with his words as he gave you a respective once-over, "How long have you been sitting out here?"

You could hardly recall. Your body and mind were overtaken by anger for the previous tenant, checking the time was the last thing on your to-do list. Considerations began to flow, and you took a much-needed deep breath to rejuvenate your crushed lungs.

"A couple of hours." Your response was quiet and embarrassed, but the man just gave a tight-lipped smile as if he was milking every ounce of sympathy that he could muster. Pathetic could be used to describe how you found yourself here, or you could easily settle for silly, probably even piteous and just call it a day. You huffed out a laugh with an absence of hilarity, "This is so stupid, I'm sorry. My ex lived here, and he had something important to me, and the bastard would never pick up his damn phone and I -"

"Hey... hey, it's okay." Soothing tones brought you back down from a rambling tongue, seconds away from disclosing information that a stranger certainly didn't need to hear. Fingers flexed against your frame and it was oddly appeasing to your exaggerated facility, despite the owner absentmindedly performing it.

It was epitomised tunnel vision the moment you peered at him; he absorbed your focus like a sponge to water, his eyes much warmer up close as they swirled with caramelised hues and harmonised with the sweetest of genuine smiles. Your heart began to thump again and you begged that he couldn't hear how much this proximity was affecting you.

"I'm so sorry for... this. You must think I'm a fucking mess." You sighed. With small retreating steps, you returned to a proper stance and only left behind a hand thrown in his direction. You licked quickly at your drying lips, "I'm Y/N, by the way."

He seemed pleased with your approach at an old-fashioned introduction as he allowed his hand to slip into yours, applying slight pressure as he shook it, "Joel."

Joel didn't use to take risks. He was placid, somewhat content with how things went. He kept a routine more out of convenience than want. And yet, here he was standing in front of a girl who looked broken, considering offering kindness to make her feel even the littlest bit better. He was familiar with the ache that lived in hearts and turned souls into dreary heaps; lost loves and exes that caused feelings of insignificance. But when he looked at you, he saw redemption and light begging to break through the darkness bestowed upon you.

"Do you... you can totally say no, by the way, but I was you know, thinking... I was gonna order like Chinese take out or something... and put on a movie, or whatever... if you have nowhere to be - "

"Are you inviting me inside?" You cut through his tangent with a hint of amusement, head tipping to the left as your lips ghosted a curl at the corners.

His eyes remained glued to you, even through his ability to slip in his keys and unlock the door by touch alone. Joel bit his bottom lip as a sparkle settled in his gaze, "It depends, have you ever killed someone before?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Your exclaim was loud before it was muffled by your hand, its purpose to keep in the laughter that followed with utter joyousness. "Why would you ask that?"

Joel couldn't hold back his smile as it graced this now friendly scene, its intention to recapture happiness. His teeth were on display as the button of his nose scrunched, complementing small creases beside his eyes, "I'd like to know beforehand just who I'm letting into my apartment."

"Uh-huh, and what if I had? As if anyone would actually admit to that." Playing along was easy as if these battles had been fought before, a comfortable settle between strangers.

"I like giving people the benefit of the doubt, okay?"

His laugh sealed the deal. It was as if you didn't need to question any authenticity, that Joel, your accidental run-in, had already become a safety net in the few minutes since you had known him. That fate was something that existed.

Joel turned around as he nearly made his way through the door, his hand keeping the heavy wood open for you. His eyebrow raised, "So, you coming, or what?"

#dylan o'brien x reader #joel dawson #joel dawson x reader #dylan o'brien #joel dawson imagine #dylan o'brien imagine #meetugly blurbs

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ghostspideys-moved · 2 years

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She Loves You

a/n: this isn't very long but I've finally had some inspiration to write. I watched love and monsters a few weeks ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. hopefully you guys like it <3

pairing: joel dawson x reader

word count: 0.7k

summary: you help heal joel and finally have a moment together.

To say you're scared would be an understatement. Leaving your bunker is a big risk, and you know that.

But ever since Joel took a risk by leaving, he was confident that your colony could brave the surface and the horrifying monsters that awaited you. He was so much more sure of himself now - you could tell. Whatever he went through, he learned a lot.

Though you've always liked him, you're proud of how far he's come. You knew all too well how badly he used to freeze at the sight of a monster.

Joel is currently leading your colony towards the mountains, where he heard it's safer. For the night, everyone is settled down in the most sheltered spot you could find.

A fire flickers, keeping you warm as you sit down next to Joel. His shoulders are slumped, and you can practically see the bags under his eyes. You wonder when he last had a good night's rest. Not that any of you really have.

Joel perks up when you sit with him. He manages a small smile.

"How's your arm?" you ask, nudging him gently.

He rolls up his sleeve and lets you examine the scratch on his arm from an encounter with a monster. It doesn't look as bad as you feared - it's at least cleaned up - but that doesn't stop you from worrying.

"Could be worse," Joel says, shrugging. "Maybe I'll have a cool battle scar when it heals." He grins when you laugh at his dumb joke.

You bump shoulders with him. Joel always knows how to lift your spirits. "Alright, hotshot. I still need to wrap it, at least. If it gets infected, you'll never hear the end of it from me."

Joel laughs, but he doesn't protest. Luckily, you'd scrounged up some supplies for this exact occasion. With as many people as you have in your colony, you'd figured healing would be necessary.

As you carefully wrap and care for his wound, you can feel Joel's eyes on you.

Just as you finish, you finally notice the smile on his face. "What are you looking at, dork?" you tease. You'd be lying if you said that look on his face doesn't make you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach.

"Nothing." Despite his answer, you can clearly see the gears turning in his head. He pauses for a moment before adding, "Actually, can I tell you something?"

Curious, you nod. "Shoot."

Joel glances down at his hands, gathering his thoughts. "I know everything's kind of...you know...shitty right now," he starts, earning a laugh from you. "But you've kind of kept me sane through this whole journey."

You don't know where he's going with this, but you're comforted knowing you've been a great help to him.

Finally, Joel looks back up at you. "Things didn't exactly go the way I planned when I left to see Aimee. Having you around has kind of made me feel better about it."

You catch on pretty quickly, and before he can ramble on, you take his hand and squeeze lightly. "Joel, I like you too."

Joel processes your words before grinning brightly. "Really?" He breathes a sigh of relief. "Awesome. Okay, that makes things way easier. I know dating isn't exactly easy with everything going on."

"Hey, the world could be on fire and I’d still be happy as long as I'm with you. We'll make it work."

"Wow. That was so cheesy."

You snort and push him playfully. "Okay I was trying to be romantic, loser," you say.

Joel laughs and shakes his head. He can never pass a chance to tease you like that.

"You should probably sleep while you can," he replies. "I'll keep a look out, okay?"

"Only if you promise to let me keep a look out next time."

For a moment, it seems like he's going to protest - and he probably wants to - but he relents.

"Next time. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that, Dawson."

Just as you move to get up, you pause. You turn again and kiss his cheek before you go to find a spot to sleep for a bit. You don't miss the shocked but pleased look on his face before turning in for the night.

#joel dawson #love and monsters #joel dawson x reader #joel dawson x you #joel dawson one shot #joel dawson imagine #love and monsters imagine

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harringtonstilinski · 9 months

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requests; open (s.h. & e.m.) / new guidelines

so, i literally just got done with writing always the babysitter. it's bittersweet that my second series is done being written.

my requests are now open until about the beginning of november, where i'll start the proofreading, doing edits and posting of always the babysitter.

the characters that i write for are ;

steve harrington (henderson!reader)

eddie munson (newest addition) [henderson!reader]

stiles stilinski

dave hodgman

stuart twombly

thomas (tmr)

mitch rapp

richie boyle

joel dawson

sam taylor

stuff i won't write ;

unaliving one-self

kidnapping / trafficking

stranger things kids (el, max, lucas, mike, will, and dustin. they will be included in the story if the request is for steve.)

stuff i write if asked ;

a certain character (oc's [emma, and olivia{more background; pre atb}], sibling!reader, smut, fluff, angst, etc)

aged up characters (ex: college!steve & reader, dad!stiles)

au's (soulmate, modern, best friends to lovers, fake dating, break up;back together, secretly dating, enemies to lovers [will try my best for any other au's y'all request])

i do also write stilinski!twins, but those take more time to think about.

rules;

please stay within these newly found guidelines

if you don't see your request within 2-3 days, please let me know which one you sent and i'll do my best to get it out asap. if you don't see it within a week after that, it's because i've gotten busy with my hubbs, kiddos, and the kids i babysit mon-fri from 3pm-5:15pm, est.

reblog, reblog, reblog. i know you've seen this from every other content creator here on tumblr, but it really helps us out. this isn't tiktok where you like something and it shows up in the algorithm.

likes and comments are welcome! i love it when y'all like and comment on a fic i've written.

i am a mama to a 7 & 2 year old, as well as a wife of almost 10 years. please be patient with me. we're also in minor softball season as well.

please have fun!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS I AM POSTING ALWAYS THE BABYSITTER. if you still send one in, i will still write and post it for you within 2-3 days after a new chapter has been posted!!

edited to add: anything with an asterisk is just the working title, and is subject to change at any point during the writing process before or even after posting.

#harringtonstilinski #guidelines #requests ; open #stiles stilinski x reader #stuart twombly x reader #dave hodgman x reader #mitch rapp x reader #richie boyle x reader insert #joel dawson x reader #sam taylor x reader #dylan o'brien x reader #joe keery x reader #steve harrington x reader

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pocketsizedq · 2 months

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I have a hc in the works!

Its them with a midsize girl.

If you guys have any ideas send them in

(This is a test if also I can tag all 32 guys on the hc)

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notanettelmao · 2 years

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Hello there

Since I don't know yet when I'll be back to writing the rewrite (probably next month, but shush), I've decided to let you guys send me asks with random words (3-5 of them) and a Dylan character from my masterlist, and I'll try to write a short blurb or something using them when I'll have time

I am really bad at explaining stuff

hehe

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #richie boyle #thomas maze runner #joel dawson #mitch rapp #dave hodgman #stuart twombly

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ktwritesstuff · 1 year

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The Babysitter (a Last of Us fanfic) pt. 2

Title: The Babysitter Fandom: The Last of Us Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: ~3,500 Summary: Outbreak day and adventures in babysitting. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut

Content Notes & Warnings: Man, oh, man, the Last of Us girlies are thirsty! This part follows the game/show fairly closely so there shouldn't be too many surprises. Just to forewarn you, this chapter includes a teenager fantasizing about a grown ass man (explicit, but short,) canon violence, & character death.

Austin 2003

You usually didn’t get into the school spirit, especially when it came to football. You played in the marching band at halftime, but weren’t usually invited to the afterparties. It was your senior year and the Bulldogs were headed to the playoffs for the first time in over a decade. So when your best friend invited you to a celebratory bonfire after the game, you figured it was probably the last chance you had to make fond memories of the place.

You drank a few beers while Cheryl and her boyfriend made out on the blanket next to you and listened to Mike Zurowski try to give an inspiring speech about how they would dominate the state championship. But after the first string running back took off his pants and streaked across the highway you decided you’d better leave before someone called the cops. You were just heading out when your phone rang. It was Joel Miller. You felt butterflies in your chest, wondering why he would call you so late.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sweetpea, It’s Joel. I didn’t wake you, did I?” he sounded tired.

“No,” you said. “We were out celebrating the big game. I was just heading home. What’s up?”

“Listen, I’m sorry to call so late,” he explained. “I’ve got to go see Tommy–is there any chance you could come keep an eye on Sarah? She’s already in bed, I just don’t want her waking up in an empty house.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. Of course it was for Sarah, it was the only thing that made any sense.

“Give me about 10 minutes. I’ll have Andy and Cheryl to drop me off.”

“You’re an angel,” Joel sighed.

“I’ll see you soon.”

The short drive was surprisingly harrowing; you nearly got pancaked by a fleet of firetrucks and emergency vehicles. You guessed some folks had partied a little too hard.

Joel already had his keys in hand as Andy dropped you at the curb. Thankfully, he seemed to be in too much of a hurry to notice you still reeked of Lone Star beer, despite the mints Andy kept stashed in his glove compartment.

“Thanks again,” Joel said, meeting you at the door. “Be sure to lock up behind me. Make yourself at home; help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Joel,” you said. “Drive safe; I think the drunks are out.”

You went to the kitchen and checked the fridge. You contemplated helping yourself to another beer, but decided against it. The Millers didn’t drink soda, but they always kept a few cans of Diet Coke on hand for you. You took a seat on the couch and turned on the television.

About half an hour into reruns of Dawson’s Creek, a car alarm started going off. You ignored it at first, but it just kept going. Finally you switched off the television and turned to peer through the blinds onto the street.

“What the hell is going on out there?” You murmured to yourself; finally the alarm went silent.

You climbed the stairs in the darkened house to check on Sarah, cracking her door open just enough to find her sleeping soundly in the bed. You closed the door softly. Your gaze drifted down the hall, lingering on the door to Joel’s room. A little voice in the back of your mind told you to turn around and go back downstairs, but he had told you to make yourself at home.

You tiptoed down the hall and put your hand on the knob, turning it slowly. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open. You froze, listening intently, but all you could hear was a neighbor’s dog barking in the distance. Your heart was pounding as you stepped into the room.

There was an exercise bike in the corner, a full laundry basket with used towels and worn clothes spilling on the floor. You had never been in a man’s room before. Even at home, your mother devoted considerable effort to cleaning up after your father and brother. You noticed a framed picture of Sarah on the cluttered dresser along with an oscillating fan and radio. The bed was unmade, a striped quilt and dark sheets looking comfortably rumpled and inviting. You took a seat on the bed, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips. Against your better judgment, you laid down.

The bed smelled faintly of sweat and old spice. You closed your eyes and rolled over, pressing your face into one of the pillows. You liked the idea of sharing Joel’s bed. Not now, but in a few years. You’d be 22 when Sarah graduated from high school, Joel would still be in his early 40s. That wasn’t so unthinkable, was it?

A weight settled onto the bed beside you, warm and firm. A soft whisper of a moan by your ear. Your right hand followed the path of his as it snaked over your waist and between your legs. You reached behind you with your left, fingers twisting in thick curls. His breath was warm and his beard tickled the delicate skin of your neck as he kissed you. You felt safe. You felt peaceful. You felt loved.

You leaned into him as his mouth traveled across your shoulder and down to the top of your breast. You opened your legs so he could slip inside you, fingers stroking through your hot folds up and down and up and down as hips rocked into you. You felt a knot tightening in your belly. You wanted to feel him there. You pressed back into him. Your toes curled. You were so close; you were already so full of him, but you needed more. Just a little more.

You jolted out of sleep at the sound of the front door opening. Your face felt hot and flushed with sleep with one hand stuffed down the front of your jeans–how embarrassing. You pushed yourself up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was after 2 in the morning. You had no idea what had kept Joel out so late, but you did not want him catching you in his bed with your hand down your pants. You jumped up, re-ruffling the sheets as quickly and quietly as you could before slipping out of the bedroom.

In the hall, Sarah’s bedroom door was open and her bed was empty. From the top of the stairs you could see the front door had been left hanging open as well.

“Shit,” you gasped, pounding down the stairs. “Fuck! Shit. Sarah! Sarah!”

You spotted her in the neighbor’s yard, dragging their dog toward the house by the collar. It was fighting her hard, like it didn’t want to go.

“Sarah!” you screamed. Your heart pounded as you ran to her. “What the hell are you doing?!”

The dog finally managed to slip its collar and took off down the street.

“Mercy!” Sarah yelled, lunging after the dog. “Mercy got out.”

You grabbed Sarah by the arm, harder than you intended. As you stood there on the dark street, there was a deafening roar. You looked up to see a plane flying low, too low. A wave of icy dread washed over you.

“Leave it! Get back in the house!” you yelled, pushing her in front of you as you rushed back to the house. “Now!”

Once you were inside and had locked the door, you took a breath. Sarah rubbed her arm with a frown. You felt terrible, realizing you had really scared her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to yell. I just got scared.”

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked. “Where’s my dad?”

“He had to see your Uncle Tommy,” you explained. “He didn’t tell me why, but he asked me to come keep an eye on you.”

Sarah went to the living room and grabbed the remote from the coffee table to flip on the television. The station that had been playing reruns earlier was now nothing but static. She began to scroll through the channels, still nothing.

You screamed at the sound of a key scraping in the lock and threw your arms around Sarah. The front door swung open, Joel and Tommy were on the other side.

“Jesus, you girls alright?” Joel asked.

“We’re fine,” Sarah sighed in relief. “You just startled us.”

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“There’s been an accident,” Joel said, breathlessly, pushing Sarah up the stairs. “Tommy’s going to take you home. Sarah, go get your backpack, come on.”

You remembered the morning of September 11th–sitting in the auditorium as the kids with parents at Camp Mambry got called out of the room–all the teachers would say was there had been an accident, a plane crash.

You watched with increasing anxiety as Joel disappeared up the stairs with Sarah. No more discussion.

“Come on,” Tommy said, ushering you out of the house. “We gotta go.”

You had met Tommy only a few times, but you knew him by reputation. He had served in the Gulf War and spent over a year in Afghanistan before an honorable discharge. Given that he was such a hothead, you sometimes wondered about the honorable part.

“What’s really going on?” you asked, as he climbed into the cab of the truck beside you.

“I don’t know,” he said, starting the engine and peeling out of the driveway fast enough that you grabbed on to what your mother referred to as the ‘Oh, Shit’ handle above the door. Somehow that answer managed to scare you even more.

“Are we going to be okay?” you asked.

“You just get inside and lock your doors,” he instructed.

You thought you heard a scream and turned to look out the rear windshield, straining your eyes in the darkness, but there was nothing.

“You got a basement?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah.” You met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Get in it,” he instructed. “You grab whatever food and water you’ve got. Take your family down there and seal up the windows and doors, you hear me?”

You nodded. You were shaking. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you wiped them away with the cuffs of your sleeves. You felt like you were going to be sick. Tommy’s driving didn’t help; he took the turn down your street hard enough to slam your body into the passenger side door.

“If they don’t listen to you, you make them listen,” Tommy warned. “Or leave them.”

You nodded. Tommy pulled into your driveway, slamming on the breaks just shy of running into the back of Paul’s Jeep.

“Get your keys out now,” Tommy instructed, he flipped on the overhead light as you fumbled through your purse with shaking hands. “Get inside, quick.”

You sprinted up the stone path and steps to the door. The porch light was off and you scrambled to get the key in the lock. After a few seconds the door finally swung open and you glanced over your shoulder to see that Tommy was still parked in the drive.

As you turned back, you realized Paul was standing in the hallway, but he didn’t look right–his head cocked to one side as he watched you. There was something in his mouth. He was covered in blood. It coated his arms and dripped from his chin, staining the white and gold of his football jersey.

You screamed. Paul ran at you, slamming into you like a freight train. You threw your arms in front of your face as he snapped at you like an animal, grabbing for your throat. You screamed again, trying to fight him off–he grabbed your breasts with both hands, like he wanted to tear them from your body. You knew you were going to die; you kept fighting anyway.

There was a deafening bang…

The next thing you were aware of, you were in the bed of Tommy’s truck. It was dark except for the headlight beams stretching out across a deserted cotton field.

“She ain’t family. Doesn’t mean she’s sick; I’m just saying we don’t know.”

You blinked, willing your eyes to focus. Tommy and Joel were standing at the tailgate speaking in hushed tones. Tommy had his rifle in his hands, not aiming it, but still too close for comfort.

“I know,” Joel said. “But she goes to school with Sarah–been with her all night. If she’s sick…”

“Sarah,” you started to panic, trying to push yourself up. Everything hurt; your arms felt like jello. “Where’s Sarah?”

“Daddy,” a soft voice called from inside the cab of the truck.

“You stay in the truck, baby,” Joel yelled. “Don’t come out here.”

You smelled metallic, copper penny. You were covered in blood. Whose was it? Your momma’s? Daddy’s? Paul? Your chest hurt from where he had grabbed you. He was so strong. How had you gotten away? Your eyes drifted back to Tommy’s gun.

“Do it,” you said.

Joel and Tommy both froze, realizing for the first time that you had been listening. That you understood they were debating what to do with you. Paul had tried to kill you; Tommy had killed Paul. Your parents, you realized, were almost certainly dead. And whatever happened to them, that was making people go crazy and hurt one another, would happen to you, too.

“Do it,” you repeated. You didn’t want to die, but if you were going to hurt someone, maybe even Sarah.

“Please. I’d do it myself, but I’m scared.”

“Shit,” Joel sighed, lowering the tailgate of the truck. “C’mere, Sweetpea. Come here, let me take a look at you. You’re gonna be alright.”

You inched forward on hands and knees. Joel ran his hands over your arms, your face, your neck, you weren’t sure what he was looking for. He took an extra moment, adjusting the collar of your shirt to examine the bruises blooming across your chest, probing them with his fingertips. You realized it was the first time he had touched you, not rough, but insistent, hurried.

“Open your mouth,” Tommy instructed, shining a flashlight into your face, still holding his rifle in the other hand.

You blinked against the bright light, opening your mouth.

“If she’s got it,” Tommy concluded. “She doesn’t look like the others.”

“You stay down and hang on,” Joel instructed, slamming the tailgate closed; he and Tommy got back in the truck. “We’ll head north and cut across toward Barton Creek.”

The road back into town was rough, but once you were back on the main drag things got a lot worse. Most folks were running and screaming–others had gone violent, feral, grabbing on to whoever they could reach and tearing them apart.

You were terrified that one of them might jump into the bed of the truck. You grabbed onto the handle of the big toolbox and hunkered down as best you could, squeezing your eyes closed while Tommy struggled to navigate through the chaos.

By some stroke of luck, you were thrown clear of the wreckage when the truck turned over. You must have had a concussion–you lost consciousness for a moment–your head was screaming but you were alive and as Tommy hauled you up by the collar of your shirt, you were able to get your feet under you and stand.

“Come on, girl,” he said with surprising tenderness. “You got this.”

Your vision cleared; Joel was digging Sarah out of the wreckage of the truck. Her ankle had been pinned, probably broken, and wouldn’t bear weight. You stumbled toward them and ducked under Sarah’s arm to help support her as Tommy went around to the other side of the truck to retrieve his rifle.

“Look out!” you screamed, watching helplessly. Tommy dove out of the way as a police cruiser slammed into the overturned truck. The officer inside slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving.

“Don’t look, baby,” you reached to cover Sarah’s eyes. “Don’t look.” You had read how seeing human remains could really mess a person up. You didn’t have time to wonder how what you had seen tonight would affect you.

“You go!” Tommy called from the other side of the wreckage. “I’ll find another way through.”

You and Joel started down the sidestreet supporting Sarah’s weight between you. You turned down the adjoining alley, trying to get away from the crowds and the chaos, and nearly ran straight into more carnage. Joel froze in place; there on the other side of the alley one of those things–you wondered when they stopped being human–was, well, you could only think to describe it as feeding. Like a vampire. You had never really cared for Tom Cruise. But its victim was still alive. He saw you, reached out for help with a low moan.

“Here,” you whispered, lifting Sarah’s weight into Joel’s arms, slowly, carefully. “Here.”

“Don’t,” Joel hissed back, holding Sarah in his arms like a new bride.

“Go,” you said, taking another step into the alley.

You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you had to do something. If sharing air and close contact with these things is what made you sick, then you were already dead. But Joel and Sarah still had a chance.

Then the thing sat up. You met its eyes and it met yours and you knew whatever it was, it wanted you. You had fucked up.

“Go!” you called, sprinting back through the alley after Joel and Sarah. You were just a few feet behind them with the thing closing in fast.

You did have one advantage that perhaps even Joel or Tommy did not. Like every girl you knew, you had devoted a considerable amount of your brain power every day to planning what you would do if there were a predator after you.

You followed Joel through the back door of an abandoned bar, pushing tables and tearing down stools into the path behind you as you went. The thing stumbled and clawed its way through–one leg jutting out at a sickening angle, but it still kept coming impossibly fast and unfeeling.

As you followed Joel’s path through the kitchen you used the extra seconds you had bought to push the standing cooler in front of the swinging door. It took all of your might–adrenaline flooding your body. But as you raced from the kitchen, you could hear the thing forcing its way through your blockade.

You heard a shot, staring down the road at a humvee and a soldier, but even with the thing chasing you clearly dead, he didn’t lower his gun.

“Take her,” Joel said, handing Sarah off to you. “Stay behind me.”

You lifted Sarah, she was too big to be carried like a child, but you cradled her with her legs looped around your waist, covering her head with one hand.

“What about Uncle Tommy,” Sarah said.

“He’ll be fine,” you said. “We’ll go back for him.”

The soldier was talking on his radio, you strained to listen, but your hearing hadn’t recovered from all the gunfire. Then the soldier was lifting his gun.

“Run!” Joel shouted. “Run!”

He was turning toward you and you turned to run, but then you heard the shots. Joel slammed into your back. You tried to hold on to Sarah, but you fell–all the wind knocked out of you–rolling down the hillside.

You pushed yourself up from where you had landed on your belly. You saw Sarah on the ground a few feet away, a dark stain spreading across the front of her shirt.

“No,” you chanted, scrambling toward her on hands and knees. “No, Sarah.”

Sarah moaned as you drew her head into your lap and pressed your hands into her belly.

“I have to,” you cried, pressing down hard. “I’m sorry. I have to.”

You didn’t even notice the soldier had followed you to finish the job until you heard the second shot and saw Tommy standing beside Joel with the rifle, the dead man at his feet.

Then they saw you, struggling to keep Sarah’s blood inside her. Joel lunged at you, pushing you off her. Sarah cried in pain as he tried to lift her. You watched as life drained out of her and she went limp in his arms. You felt cold. You felt sick. You felt numb.

“You’re hit,” Tommy said, kneeling down beside you. You didn’t know what he meant until he pressed his hand into your shoulder and searing pain ripped through your body.

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midnights (dylan o’brien’s version) (izzy’s version) (from the drafts)

“meet me at midnight”

“midnights become my afternoons”

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lavender haze; stuart twombly

maroon; thomas

anti-hero; joel dawson

snow on the beach; stiles stilinski

you’re on your own, kid; joel dawson

midnight rain; stiles stilinski

question…?; thomas

vigilante shit; mitch rapp

bejeweled; joel dawson

labyrinth; thomas

karma; stuart twombly

sweet nothing; thomas

mastermind; stiles stilinski

the great war; thomas

bigger than the whole sky; stiles stilinski

paris; stuart twombly

high infidelity; joel dawson

glitch; stiles stilinski

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve; thomas

dear reader; mitch rapp

hits different; stuart twombly

you’re losing me; stiles stilinski

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6 or 9 or maybe both together because i feel like they bleed into one another a bit.. with Joel maybe? please and thank you a million times. you're a fantastic writer — I adore everything you post.

send me a prompt for some oblivious love blurbs ✩ CLOSED Notes: first of all - thank you my lovely! second, I've gone with 9!

BLINDSIDE

"I can't believe we've come this far." Your words were spoken in a whispered tone, hardly enough to break the night's calm. Specks of light were disappearing under the blanket of clouds and sprinkling rain that hazed the view before you, two bodies sheltered as they sat beside each other. You could feel pearls of rain dripping from the tips of your hair, adding to the already saturated material of your shirt. You hadn't seen water fall from the sky for seven years - your life sheltered until recently, when you volunteered to join an ambitious friend as he journeyed across the Surface to find a girl. A lost love, that wasn't you. You heard a hum as warmth pressed to your side, the boy next to you leaning against your arm as a form of admiring acknowledgement. As your head dropped to his shoulder, you hoped that he couldn't feel the heavy thump of your heart - a juxtaposition to the serenity you selfishly burrowed within. Joel drew a deep breath, his sigh coated in contentedness, "It's crazy. Things have changed so much, everything we knew about the world is just... so non-existent, you know?" Time had been cruel, and it had isolated so many people as the Earth changed into unrecognisable land. Your families were gone, your homes destroyed, and your lives seemingly extinct since before the monsters had taken over. But at least you had Joel; your closest friend, your forever ally, your everything. And now Boy, a companion that was as loyal as they came.

You both jumped slightly as a beep resonated around your quiet space, Mav1s unknowingly reminding you that her power was draining and that she will soon be leaving you all. Her tone was calming, a feature that you were thankful for within the very brief moment you had spent together as you turned to peer at her screen, "Look, sky jellies! They're harmless and quite lovely."

The dying drops of rain brought back light; bright blues and pinks that glowed, flying jellyfish that created a beautiful sight that you were sure you'd only ever see once in your life. You were in awe as wide eyes took in the dancing colours before you looked at Joel, his lips curled high, just as enthralled as you were and possibly even more mesmerised.

Mav1s beeped again; her time was nearly at the end, but instead of trying to continue conserving her power, she used it for one last hoorah. "Joel, Y/N... would you like to hear a song?"

After you both answered with sympathetic affirmations, a familiar tune emitted from Mav1s' speakers - a tune that you had long forgotten, but had also quickly brought back a warmth of memories that settled so easily in your chest. You softly grinned, body slightly swaying, "I love this song."

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see.

You were humming, nostalgia settling deep within your bones, and Joel could see just how fulfilled you were in that moment of bliss. It was hasty when he stood up; never once second-guessing, hesitance not even a playing card in his deck when he placed himself in front of you with an outstretched hand and lopsided smile that could make you fall to your knees. He cleared his throat, voice confident, "Dance with me."

It was an offer that could not be refused.

You accepted his offer graciously, your palm slipping against his, and he guided you under the stray drops that continued to fall and among the radiant neon gleam of the Jellyfish. They cast purple tones over his cheeks - a lavender haze that brought out the warmth in his eyes and the small golden freckles over his nose that is only recognisable when you're this close. Joel Dawson was many things; awkward, determined, impulsive, and brave, but also incredibly beautiful.

No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand Stand by me.

You didn't miss the small shake in his hands before they settled slightly above your waist, and you only hoped that he wasn't regretting his choice to bring you out here. It prompted you to be nervous yourself when arms draped over his shoulders and around his neck, but he managed to sink into your embrace with ease. Bodies rocked from side to side and the moment, whether purposeful or not, turned intimate rather quickly.

Baby brown eyes flickered over your face as stray drops of water beaded from his hair, and Joel took a deep breath before his voice filtered out quietly, "I'm really happy you came with me. Even if we did almost die, like, five times already. I don't think I could've done any of this without you."

Your lips lifted, tone just as gentle to prevent breaking the bubble you both found yourselves in, "Joel Dawson. When are you going to learn that I will always be here for you? No matter how stupid your ideas can get sometimes." A chuckle followed your words and the same amusement pulled jovially at his facial features, his nose crinkling and eyes squinting in what would be pure happiness.

"Honestly, sometimes I wonder why you'd risk everything just to follow me 'cross the surface. And don't try to spare my feelings by saying it's just cuz you're my best friend. I get it, I'm not really the sole survivor type." Joel mused, both sets of feet carrying you both in a circular pattern as he released a laugh of his own.

Oh darlin' darlin' stand by me Oh, stand by me

You shook your head, feet stopping, hands sliding down until they rested over the boy's shoulders. With a quirked brow, you looked up at him, "You can't take a hint, can you?"

His head fell to the side in confusion, obliviousness weaving its way into his eyes and the minimal downturn of his mouth. Joel's hands slipped from your body and you instantly missed their warmth as he replied to you, "You know I only function properly when someone’s direct with me."

It was risky. Everything about the past few days with Joel was, but within this bubble, what you were thinking and what you craved was a recipe that when mixed... could potentially end in disaster. Alas, there was something so poetic about the delicacy that surrounded you two right here, right now. So, with tentative movements at first, you stood on the toes of your boots, a palm trailing up the side of his neck and settling on his cheek.

And then you kissed him.

It was short, but sweet. Lips slotting perfectly against the other, and you were so lost in the taste and feel of him that you didn't notice his hands grasping back at your waist. It was slow when you pulled back and your mind needed a second to catch up, but your nose dragged against his and your feet flattened.

"I don't think I can get any more direct than that." You mumbled, eyes finally fluttering open, only to be met with his still pursed lips but a furrow between his brows that you couldn't decipher. You dropped your hands and took a step back, "Joel?"

Oh stand now Stand by me Stand by me...

The abrupt silence was distraction enough from Joel's lack of reaction as you spun to face Mav1s, her power gone, and Boy's head tilting in his own confusion at her lack of liveliness. You needed to step away from your friend as regret bubbled inside of your stomach, provoking the sensation of bile to gather in the pit of your throat before you swallowed it down.

You wandered toward the robot and reached toward the buttons on her front panel, pressing them anxiously as if she'd magically wake back up. It was her, too, lack of response that brought the nausea back and for the first time in seven years, you wished you were held up in your bed back at the bunker. Your thoughts were interrupted as footsteps fell heavy behind you, and Joel gaped as he tried to think of words to say.

"I-I don't get it... is that why you came with me? Because you like me?" His tone was unsure and it shook you to know that the ground couldn't open up and swallow you whole.

"No... yes, not exactly." You sighed when you stood back to full height, turning to face him, however, your eyes remained cast at your shoes. "I needed to know that you'd be okay, Whether you could take care of yourself or not... I couldn't let you leave knowing that I could possibly never see you again. I care about you more than anything else, Joel. I always will."

"I care about you, too." His answer was swift, but carried uncertainty that felt like an arrow to the heart. You were waiting for the dreaded 'but' that would twist the arrow further down until it pushed your heart through your chest. And then it came, and it wasn't so forgiving, "But I came all this way for Aimee, my girlfriend. I love her, you know that..."

And you did, but you thought that after all these years, it would be something that he grew out of. It was selfish to wish that he wasn't in love, that somebody wasn't waiting for him. You didn't mean to grow feelings for the boy, either, but spending so much time with someone in such a limited space does wonders for making a heart grow. Only now, it's sinking, it's fracturing and soon it will be no more.

You willed yourself not to cry. Instead, you breathed sharply, head nodding, and you faced away from him before reaching out to stroke over Boy's head. You cleared your throat, "Well, we better get a good night's sleep then so we can get you to your girl."

"Y/N-" Joel tried, but you cut him off.

"Come on, Boy, let's find somewhere comfy, huh? At least Clyde isn't here to make us keep watch." You made sure to move past Joel without any sort of eye contact, or emotion, or anything as you know that the moment you peer into his sympathetic eyes you will only feel worse about yourself.

As if the guilt would eat you alive.

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wildflowerdylan · 2 years

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WILDFLOWERDYLAN’S MASTERLIST

☆ SMUT

DYLAN O’BRIEN

Best Friend 1/?

Boxer 1/?

The Jeep ☆

STILES STILINSKI (Teen Wolf)

Professor 2/?

With Benefits 9/9 ☆

THOMAS (Maze Runner Series)

Coming Soon…

MITCH RAPP (American Assassin)

Coming Soon…

SAM TAYLOR (Amazing Stories)

Construction 1/?

JOEL DAWSON (Love and Monsters)

Coming Soon…

FRED FITZELL (The Education of Fredrick Fitzell)

Having An Affair 1/?

RICHIE BOYLE (The Outfit)

Marbles 2/2

COLIN (Not Okay)

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years

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chapter 77 of yabmh is coming at 9:00pm EST.

i’m working on pt3 of what love can feel like right now. i’m gonna be working on a proper masterlist for it here soon.

i’m going to make a masterlist for you better as well, just keep everything a little bit more organized.

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dylansnbhd · 2 years

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cute mess, joel dawson

synopsis: joel decides to surprise you with a romantic date in the bunker, but things don’t go quite as planned.

word count: 1.3k

notes: this was the very first dob imagine i ever wrote and i’m so glad it was for my bf joel, mmhmm

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Joel wouldn't consider himself panicky, per se. Now, bravely and reasonably cautious? He felt that was a better, more appropriate description.

But as he scrambled through the bunker with his forehead glistening with perspiration and an armful of miscellaneous knickknacks, he couldn't deny it anymore.

Joel was panicking. Hard.

You and Joel have been together for a little over 6 months now and couldn't be any happier. He actually confessed to you while he was milking Gertie, the cow—it was incredibly charming. The guy was absolutely head-over-heels for you and it was painfully obvious.

So when you absentmindedly mentioned that you'd never been on a proper date, he decided he would set one up for you right in the bunker. Of course, he felt surprises were way more romantic, so he planned to begin when you left with the hunting party.

How hard could it be?

He moved speedily in and out of rooms, occasionally tripping over his own feet. One second he was adding chopped vegetables to the minestrone and the next he was decorating a section of the dining table. It was definitely a month's worth of exercise and that's all Joel really needed.

He took a step back from the table after adjusting everything for the nth time and proudly admired his work. He used one of the baby's old blue-patterned blankets for a mini table-cloth and placed a lantern beside it for mood lighting. One of Kala's "antique" snow-globes stood as the centerpiece and was surrounded by small action figures and army men. As a final fancy touch, he folded a piece of paper and wrote your name on it next to a rough sketch of you smiling. He placed it where you would be sitting and made one for his own side.

It was just missing one thing—flowers.

"What on earth are you doing, Joel?" Ray questioned from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest in amusement.

"Oh! Well, I set up a date night for Y/n. It's just...we don't have a bouquet of roses just lying around anywhere, do we?"

Ray hummed in false thought before dodging out of the room and coming back with a handful of, what seemed to be, coriander stalks. He shoved them into Joel's hands, earning a blank stare and a quizzical tilt of his head.

"What is—what am I supposed to do with this?"

"Well, you know what they say," Ray started and slowly began to walk out of the room, "cilantro is like a distant cousin to roses."

Joel stood frozen for a second in disbelief as he watched Ray leave. He opened his mouth to say something and paused before finally calling out, "So distant they aren't a part of the same family! Apparently..."

Upon hearing your voice, he quickly grabbed an empty milk bottle and filled it with a bit of water before shoving the stalks of cilantro inside. He ran to set it on the blanket, accidentally knocking it over and drenching your fancy name tag.

"Shit..." he cursed under his breath before standing it up again and hurrying to catch you before you walked in.

He spotted your messy figure a few feet away. You had a slight frown on your face and your shoulders sank heavily.

But any hint of exhaustion previously evident on your dirt-caked face disappeared as you called out an unusually cheery "Hey". Your eyes lit up and you sent him a small, endearing smile. He could feel his heart grow ten times bigger at the sight.

"Hey, everything go okay?" He asked jokingly, referring to the dried mud on your clothes.

You sighed, "Yeah, I found a bunch of canned soups, but then I tripped over something and then...well, you can see. I definitely need a long shower."

He smiled and swiftly moved behind you, "Before you do that, I have a surprise for you."

Placing his hands over your eyes, he walked you over to dining table. You giggled out of shock and held onto his wrists while he sang, "Almost thereeeee."

"Tada!"

His eyes were glued to your face to watch your reaction. When he saw your eyes widened and your jaw drop, he could've confidently said that he stunned you into silence.

"Well, what do you think?" He straightened up and paused, waiting for an amazed reply.

"Joel—"

"I wanted to do something special for you since you said you'd never been on a date before—"

"Joel, the—"

"And it doesn't look like much, but I think I did a pretty good job at—"

"Joel, the minestrone!"

He furrowed his eyebrows and hesitantly nodded, "Well, that too...I was gonna say decorating, but..."

After finally following your line of sight, his eyes bulged out of his head and he cursed before running into the kitchen.

The broth bubbled ferociously, spilling over the sides of the pot and splashing onto the floor. His shoes were being drenched in the liquid as he rushed over to turn off the stove and put a lid over the pot to tame it.

Almost like an alarm, Mary barged into the kitchen with a wailing baby in her arms. The sound bounced around the walls, piercing through your ears.

"I've been looking for this blanket!" Mary—being too occupied with hushing the baby—pulled at the blanket before Joel could call out any warning. Suddenly, the sound of shattered glass accompanied the loud cries like a chaotic symphony.

Joel sighed. He owed Kala a snow-globe.

You had offered to help him clean the mess, but he insisted that he could do it himself. He had already gone to sweep up the shards of glass in the dining area before you could offer again.

So after you went to freshen up, you say the table and waited for him to finish washing dishes. When he saw you, he offered you a tight-lipped smile and set a bowl down on the table taking the seat beside you.

"I was able to, uh, reheat the minestrone, but it got kinda cold while you were in the shower."

You smiled softly at him, mumbling a thanks before scooping a spoonful into your mouth. Your nose scrunched and you involuntarily coughed.

The soup was practically freezing cold and the noodles were awfully gummy.

"It's...good!"

He laughed and dug the bottoms of his palms into his eyes. "I'm sorry, this night ended differently in my head. It was supposed to be special and it just..." he looked up, eyes darting all over the room to avoid your gaze.

He was scared that you would think he was just a screw-up. You went up to the surface almost every week and he couldn't even fathom the idea of being out there for a few seconds, let alone repeatedly. Now, the one thing he seemed to be good at was sitting like a cold, mushy puddle inside its bowl.

"Hey," you reached out to hold his hands and he started fidgeting with your fingers, "I really appreciate that you went through all that trouble for me. Even though it didn't work out exactly, I'm really happy."

"Really?"

"Joel, I could've watched you draw a picture for hours and I would've been very pleased."

He furrowed his eyebrows and quickly turned his head to the side in thought, "Oh shit, I should've done that—I didn't know I could do that."

"My point is," you interjected while placing your hand on his cheek and turning him to face you, "I really loved everything you did for me today."

"Even though everything was basically a hot mess?"

"Mmm, it was a cute mess."

You leaned over to press a soft kiss against his lips and he reciprocated, smiling ever so slightly and resting his palm against your cheek. Any stress that he felt immediately slipped away and was replaced with a warm tingle that sent goosebumps down his arms.

Planning a date went better than he thought.

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