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coolyiooo · 11 months

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BSD Men Dealing With Your Mood Swings

parings: Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya

First time writing something other than smut 😶🔫

🖤DAZAI🖤

You were having a bad day, not only because you started your period but also some drama was happening between some friends of yours, so you were ranting to your boyfriend while driving. He was being the passenger princess.

"And then she was all like ' that's none of your business ' "

"Oh shit-" he said with a hand over his mouth, actually invested with your tea

"I know! And I was like-"

You suddenly heard one of your favorite songs playing on the radio

"Hold on- babe, this song is my jammm"

You started to vibe with the music and sing long with it, completely forgetting about your drama you had earlier in the day.

Dazai was a bit baffled but he started to laugh at how your mood just did a whole 360. He actually started to vibe with the music with you.

Another day, another pain of suffering of cramps, hormones, and blood 🤢 you were mad, annoyed, disgusted, and sad all at once. You literally just arrived at the ADA office and immediately said, in a monotoned voice

"I'm going to hang myself" And sat down

Everybody in the office was a bit worried and confused, they all faced Dazai to see if he'll comfort you and be a good bf but all he said was

"I'd never thought I'd hear you say those words" he had stars in his eyes.

Everybody gave him a disgusted look and he could feel it. He chuckled nervously and said

"I- I mean why don't I go to the store to buy all the snacks you want!"

" Aweeee thanks babe!"your mood immediately changed.

Dazai mentally gave himself a high five.

When work was over you were comfortable in the couch, covered in blankets, heat pad on your stomach, and reading your book. Everything was perfect when suddenly your boyfriend came in. You gave him an intense side eye and he immediately noticed.

"Uh- what's wrong, princess?"

"I need you to leave" you said straight up with no remorse.

For a second he looked a bit shocked, wondering if he did something. You felt bad but suddenly saw how pretty he was, so you used that as an excuse to let him down easy.

"your distracting me with your beauty" You went back to reading your book

He was baffled once again but then was flattered and smiling to himself. He left the room to yourself. He was a bit taken aback by the aggressive, flirting comment but a win is a win.

He'll try his best to comfort you during these times. I feel like sometimes he's the reason your mood is just sky rocketing all over the place, but he'll make up for it.

💜FYODOR💜

You were literally being a couch potato. Covered in blankets but also chips, crumbs, and snacks.Fyodor came in the room and saw the mess you surrounded yourself in.

"My dear, is it too much to ask for you to clean up after yourself?"

"Shut up your anemic" you retorted back with no sympathy.

Nikolai was in the same room as you two were in and tried his best not to burst out laughing . You realized what you just said and immediately began laughing. Fyodor was slightly taken by surprise by your bold comment but his face showed no emotions except for 'you better stop if you know what's good for you'.When you noticed his face, you immediately stopped laughing. Fyodor then walked towards you, you were starting to get scared

"w-wait! I'm on my period I'm sorry!"

He stopped in front of you "yes, I can see my love"

"I- ...I'm sorry" you said timidly

He looked back at you with dark eyes "just clean up after yourself, darling" he kissed your forehead and left the room.

"Your lucky he loves you" Nikolai commented

Later that same day you were laying your head on Fyodor's lap as he was petting your hair, reading a book. You were staring at his legs and randomly said

"You have very pretty legs, they look like they belong to a woman"

He immediately stopped what he was reading and looked at you. You stared back at him.

"I meant that as a compliment of course. I mean your just very beautiful"

He stared back at you with a hint of concern, but then reverted back to a straight face

"My dear, just go back to sleep" he said, gently scratching your head

Next day you were sitting on the bed, late at night, reading a book. Fyodor came in and stared at you. He was just surprised you were still awake but you felt judged.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You said in a bratty tone

"Am I... Really that ugly?" You asked with curiosity and started to feel a bit down

He closed his eyes and deeply sighed "of course not, my love. Your more than beautiful" he sat next to you on the bed

"How so?" You pouted

He gently stared into your eyes "Your captivating, enchanting, and even pulchritudinous"

(Yes, that's a real word)

You didnt even know what that last word meant but since it sounded pretty, you felt flattered. You hugged his arm and kissed his cheek.

"Ugh thanks, Fedya. I love you" you had a smile on your face and snuggled close to his chest.

He smiled slightly "I love you more" he said, kissing the top of your head.

He usually doesn't take whatever you say seriously during these days just because of your mood swings and how this isn't what you'd normally do or say, but he'll still try to make it bearable for you and a little for him as well. You should definitely give him a thank you for dealing with your bs.

🧡CHUUYA🧡

He already knew you started you period. He low-key seems like the guy to track it down and stuff so he bought you a bunch of snacks. Usually when your on your period he cuddles with you so when he arrived at your shared place he went to go look for you. He found you laying flat on your face on the bed.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling?"

You responded by soft groaning

"Awe I'm sorry baby, I got you your favorite snacks. I hope that makes you feel better" he laid the bag down on the night stand.

He saw that you weren't moving, and out of sympathy, he touched your head.

"Don't touch me" you mumble in a strict tone

Normally he would probably be concerned but he understands that it's just your period talking and understands you probably just want to be alone.

"I'm sorry, let me know if you need anything" He said before making his way out the room

You lifted your head up looking back at him "wait, where are you going?" Your tone sounding sad "don't go"

He was confused but then you reached your arms out to him.

"I change my mind please cuddle with me" you said almost as an order

Your change in tone and mood startled him. He didn't want to make it worse by disobeying your order so he cuddled with you. You started playing with his hair and scratching his head. His thoughts were that he's the one supposed to help you relax not the other way around but the more you looked at him the more you realized just how literally gorgeous the man was.

"Chuuya, your so prettyyy" you said while kissing his cheek

He was starting to blush "the more I look at you the more breath taking you get" you then smothered him with kisses.

A moment ago you were literally not wanting any physical touch and now look at you, you can't keep your hands off him. Not like he's complaining though, but he's definitely struggling to keep up with your mood swings.He was about to respond back to you with compliments, but you then stopped your kissing and said

"now let me sleep I'm tired" you patted his chest gently and rolled out of his arms. Now he was just dazed.

He'll try to make you the happiest he can during your days of the month overall and you should definitely give him your gratitude for being a good bf

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destructive-path · 1 month

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Once More Into The Breach - ||.

🗡️ You aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. The same Ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life. No, this Ellie was someone else entirely.

! 18+MDNI !

contents include: reader is referred to as “woman” once, lowkey stockholm syndrome, choking…..swearing, nightmares, violence, blood, angst, tranquilizers, guns, cages, bossy!ellie, bratty!reader, gay people being gay. (tw!men🤢)

WC: ~6k

a/n - IM SORRY THIS TO ME FOREVER. this (and a lil of the next) chapter is inspired by/loosely based on an episode of the abc hit tv show lost. i hope you guys enjoy, and make sure to tune in for the final chapter coming idk when but hopefully not as long as it took me to get my shit together and write this one :,)

(thats where the SMUT comes in ;)) -ace xx

read pt. 1 here

divider creds! - @cafekitsune from the river to the sea

leafy green blades make up the perimeter of your field of view. in the center of your vision, a sort of blackhole pulses whilst being engulfed by the foliage of the forest. you’re running. floating? impossibly fast. directly towards the seemingly vast nothingness. however, you never reach it. you double your inhuman pace and yet, nothing. oblivion, just a few steps infront of you, then it streatches appearing miles away, then back again. merely meters from where you step. a fucked up kind of tunnel vision. the vast change causes a swelling that makes you sick. but you cant stop running because something is chasing you. right?

“ellie!”

a venemous taunting shout. yet, the name rings sweet. you know that name. how do you know that name? more importantly who does it belong to? questions for later. all that mattered in this moment was the will to continue sprinting whilst overcoming the increasing nausea you felt due to a flaw in your eyesight. your thoughts are disrupted again by the second shouting of that same name, dragging this time.

“ellllllllieeeeee.”

its much closer now. paces away. you dont hear foot steps behind you but you are sure of it. whoever or WHATever was calling out in the forest would catch up with you.

but you knew that. because it already happened.

“ellie.”

a whisper in your ear. scarily close. as if she was centimeters away. her voice tickles your skin sending a cold shock up your spine that has you shooting upright, clutching your chest in search of air that your terribly vivid nightmare had stolen from you and you cant help but scream the first thing you can. the only word you remember-

“ellie!”

over and over and over again.

your screams come to a halt when the door slams open. it happnens before you realize there is even a door there. before you realize you’re in a semi empty room, alive. before you realize its her. its ellie.

she has fury in her eyes, stomping towards your direction with an unparalleled intensity. leaving you with barely enough time to fully grasp her existence before her hands find their way around your throat. as they have many times before.

“shut. the. fuck. up.” her face is leveled with yours, inches away. eyes pierce into yours threatening an ulterior motive as your screams dwindle into a mere whimper of her name. reality isnt quite tangible yet. you stink of confusion and are unable to bring your self to complete silence, causing you to babble still. “ellie?ellie..llie…” you mumble quietly reaching out to grasp the womans body infront of you searching for something, anything to bring you back to reality.

her gaze softens. ellie had a thing for damsels in distress. “shhh-shhh im right here.” ellie coos and brings both her hands to your cheeks. she probably shouldn’t be doing this, reluctant to frighten you due to the fact that her initial intentions with you were to take your life. as well as the fact that she rendered you unconscious, knocking you out cold and into your current state. shaking and terrified.

but you find solace in her calloused fingers that graze your cheeks anyway. a simple gesture aiding in your need for relief. “ellie?” you question. you aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. the same ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life.

no, this ellie was someone else entirely. she holds your face as if its glass, staring at you as if you were a stray animal she was to rescue. “yes.” she replies softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “i- i dont-.” Its all coming back to you now. and you cant help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her behavior. an overwhelming difference in demeanor, causing you to feel a familiar kind of nausea that you felt due to the tunnel vision in your dream. “shhhhhhhh-” ellie smooths her thumb across your forehead coaxing you into silence. “-you need more sleep.”

“ellie…..” her name leaves your lips again and this time she grins. its a small plea. ellie knows you only chant her name like this out of pure delusion, body and mind not fully adjusted to your consciousness. it doesn’t matter to her though, you call her name like you needed her to keep you safe. that was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. it was a feeling she missed, but didn’t know it until now. ellie missed playing protector.

ellies grin stretches a little further and an image of a much more evil smile flashes in your brain. it was hers. that shit eating grin from your last encounter in the woods when she looked at you with killer anticipation, ecstatic to hunt you for sport. fear fills your eyes.

“y-you...you were going to kill me…” both of your bodies remain in this confusing embrace. your body tenses, afraid that her plans hadn’t changed. in fact she seemed so determined to dispose of you the last time you laid eyes on her you were certain your fate would remain the same. so when you see her entire body fill with regret at your question, it takes your breath away for a moment.

ellies breath hitches and her head falls lower for a moment, shifting the soft red locks atop her head downwards, creating a curtain for her eyes to hide behind. but the green of them cant help but shine through as ellie peers up at you. she looks almost embarrassed now. a sort of sadness floods her eyes, and her brows furrow in search of the right words to say to you in this fragile state. you watch her struggle internally for a moment, slender fingers still cupping your cheeks. her gaze drops pathetically after failing to find a way to explain. “I was-“

you flinch slightly and begin to pull away but ellies grasp tightens. “but Im not going to anymore okay? i promise.” she shakes away her fringe and bores her eyes directly into yours, hoping praying you could see how much she meant what she promised. the intensity of her actions was too distracting for you to feel anything but a giant lump in your throat.

you can’t help but widen your eyes at the vulnerability you feel from her right now. why did she change her mind? was it something that happened while you were unconscious? it felt like something of a miracle that someone could have this big of a change of heart. “why?”

her eyes close followed by a deep sigh, hands retracting from your cheeks at your inquiry of her motives with you. silence fills the room as she formulates another impossible answer to your question. ellie anticipated that her future would soon be filled with complicated inquiries, all equally difficult to surrender a truth to.

you use this time to observe her complexion.

ellie was, to say the least. captivating. old scars, fresh cuts, tanned freckles, sunburn spots, cover her completely. a blanket of damage engulfing her yet somehow, in this moment, she was ethereal. under the blue- grey cloudy light emitting through the cabins curtains, it paints her skin a pale shade of purple. you wonder how it was possible for someone so tortured, so calculatedly evil could be so elegantly featured. so…soft. uh oh.

you can almost find comfort in the fact that ellie was definitely one to be desired, even though the current situation betwixt you two was undoubtedly toxic. just as you start to grasp her a little harder, ellie begins to separate her body from yours. unable to give you the answers you wanted she decides it probably best if she distances herself. “im sorry, Ill give you some space.” as she slips away from your grasp you realize space is the last thing you wanted. to your surprise you missed the feeling of the strangers hands on your cheeks.

“wait!” you exclaim weakly, just loud enough for her to hear. “stay?” the feeling of embarrassment overcomes you moderately. you couldn’t believe that you were giving in so easily to someone you didn’t know if you could fully trust. someone who was prepared to leave you for dead just hours before. to tell the truth, you had always been a sucker for a pretty face. at this point you were sure it would be the death of you. “please.” you sigh, giving in to your need for her to be close. ellies body relaxes at your request.

she steps close to you again, then raises her hand to its former spot on your cheek. ellies breath quivers as she lowers her head meeting your gaze in search of any reluctance to have her close. that evil cloak formally adorning her eyes had been shed. no longer did they sought out to bring you fear, but offer immense amounts of care. you were convinced those eyes could say a thousand different things in the blink of an eye.

after staring for a few seconds she notices with each passing moment how desperate you become. she could tell your request had purpose. everything in your eyes showed how scared you were to be left alone. so she grants your wish. how could she not? after everything ellie put you through…you were owed.

a tilt of her chin in an upwards motion directs you to move over in order to make room for the woman on the bed next to you. when ellies hand leave its place on your cheek you cant help but shiver at the cool breeze replacing the once comfortably radiant feeling her palm offered you. you awkwardly shift as much as you can before ellie lifts the covers and crawls under, sharing cover with you. its warm. “better?” her voice vibrates through the mattress and you sink into its comfort. despite it being old, it offers a perfect amount of firm and softness needed for you to drift to sleep. you hum as ellie brings the blanket up to your shoulders. she tucks you in and leaves nothing but your head poking out of the covers and watches carefully while you doze off. the warmth of the blanket and ellies rapidly growing body heat overcome you.

you chuckle at the thought of how comfortable you felt in this moment. snug as a bug next to the woman you were sure was going to take your life. “what?” you hear her ask above you, amused by your sleepy outburst of laughter. but you dont answer, instead you lull yourself to sleep, and you realize, that if you listen close enough…..if you held your own breath and focused realllyyyy hard. you could hear the rapid thumping of ellies heart next to you. beating almost twice as fast as yours.

….

day ?

am i crazy? is she crazy? god my head hurts.

ask ellie about WHY SHE WAS HUNTING YOU.

day 3

ellie says i cant leave. head still KILLS and sleeping is the only thing that helps. but when i sleep, i dream. she’s always there, ellie. the scary ellie. i wish she would let me go.

day 4

today was exhausting!!!! i got lost in the woods trying to hunt. stupid fucking clicker almost took me out but ellie saved my ass. i didn’t even know she was there. i think she was watching me????……sort of glad she was.

does this chick know how to have a conversation? she’s seems scared of me. kind of ironic……

day 6

ellie kept staring at me and scribbling in her journal? sketchbook? whatever. i think she was drawing me? i tried to ask but she gave me her usual

FUCK OFF

i may have teased her a little too hard

i saw an owl tonight. it was real close and stared at me for a while! ellie said she doesn’t like owls. who doesn’t like owls?

day 7

ELLIE IS A FUCKING

A S S H O L E

meany butt face

A S S H O L E

day 8

8 WHOLE DAYS. i need to get out of this fucking cabin. i found where i need to go. if ellie won’t let me, then ill have to find a way to go without her.

leaving here without ellie knowing is going to be harder than i thought.

day 9

i miss home

ellie knows how to make a mean canned ravioli. shes still an ass though.

day 10

ellie says we can go tomorrow! we are leaving this STUPID! FUCKIN! CABIN! im nervous to go back out in the forest but i feel safer with ellie around. she’s pretty good at this whole survival thing. i think that’s why she’s so hard to read sometimes. who knows the last time she let herself care for someone else instead of just looking out for her own ass. i can tell she is trying, but there hasn’t been a single day that’s passed where we haven’t fought about something big or small. ugh i wish she would just stand there, look pretty, and listen to me from time to time. but no. its always ellie knows best.

we will see how that flies outside of these shitty wooden walls.

day 13

i can’t feel my feet anymore. we have been walking for three days. the good news is that’s all i do. ellie insists on taking care of everything else. the hunting, cooking, scouting whatever. i think she likes it.

she can actually be funny when she’s not constantly acting like a hard ass.

on our first night out in the woods she snapped on me again. i was making too much noise and she thought choking me was the most effective way to shut me up. the woman has a thing for wrapping her hands around my neck. it worked. but it didn’t feel nice. she apologized, i could tell she really meant it. really actually regretted hurting the only decent company she’s had in years. shes been tolerable ever since then. almost sweet even, at night..we huddle for warmth. she swears its so we don’t get sick out here in the forest, but i think she sleeps better knowing im close.

day 14

today was perfect? me and ellie stumbled upon a waterfall and decided to leave the hiking alone for today. theres no rush to get anywhere anyways. we swam all day and when we got tired of that i watched ellie draw the falls in her journal/sketchbook

shes really good.

…

day 15

“ellie i know how to tie my shoes.”

“oh yeah? why do you trip every 10 minutes then?”

“i have flat feet.”

“oh fuck off.”

“cant. m’feet hurt ellie.”

ellie finishes her double knot on your right shoe mirroring the one she did on your left, then slaps the side of your foot and brings herself back to a standing position. you observe her handy work as she adjusts the pack on her back and shoots you a slightly embarrassed smile. ellie had made a habit out of babying you these last few days. “lets move you poor thing.”

and you two were back to walking. it was never ending. up hills, over rivers, down slippery slopes and rocky trails. night and day thats all there was. the only real obstacle in your way in this vast forest, endless and endless amounts of walking. you and ellie hadn’t encountered clickers, spores, even a wild animal or god forbid a-

“stop.”

ellies body freezes. each muscle straining in response to her cat like senses. you come to a halt at her command. “what-”

her body whips around in blink of an eye. her stance takes a quick sliding step in your direction, eyes blazen and afraid. a shivering pointer finger placed on her lips brings you to complete silence “shhhhh.”

her head nods indicating for you to mirror her actions. normally you would question her motives, how you hated being left in the dark. ellie had a habit of not clueing you in on what was going on around you. but in this moment you could see that whatever inquiry you had as to what prompted ellies stark change in behavior would do you no good.

so you obey her command. a quick raise of your own index finger to the plush of your parted lips and you hold your breath. ellie’s digit floats to the side of her head, tilting her fist so she’s pointing to her right ear. her mouth moves but there isnt an audible release. she over articulates a single word.

“listen.”

and everything is radio silence. suddenly the buzz of nature around you becomes muffled, almost as if you adjust your ears to seek out a different frequency. your eardrums are searching for something, a sound that would indicate a potentially troublesome scenario. why else would ellie make you tap into that specific sense?

then you hear it. louder than the wind, or the birds, the rustle of leaves. footsteps. human footsteps. the kind that are quick and sneaky, calculated. you hear them all around you.

you can’t help but remember, at one time in your life, the crunch of leaves under your feet during walks in autumn was a sound that brought you comfort. so satisfying. you always thought, the moment your foot came in contact with a perfectly crisp pile of leaves left in your wake. ripe for the stomping. now, that sound filled you with fear. crisp, calculated, creepy, crunching invading your ears. autumn would never be the same.

ellie can see you understand her motives when a look of terror seeps through your stare. “we are gonna have to ru-“

before a full sentence can leave your protectors lips. a whizzing sound zips through the air and falls flat, with a dart piercing ellies neck. her eyes roll into her head and her body goes limp, crashing onto the forest floor.

theres not enough time for you to scream before theres a sharp pain on your own jugular, and your own consciousness surrenders to black once more.

…

drip.

dr-

a cool splattering on your forehead prompts the slow opening of your eyes. fuckkkkk everything hurts. u groan in pain. a guttural ugly moan of despair. you felt as if you had been laying on bricks.

it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, the first thing you notice is trees. vines, leaves blanketing your vision. theres something else though, something disrupting your ideal image of the sky. the heels of your palms rub into your eye sockets attempting to ease the blur. it works. but suddenly you feel much worse at what the betterment of your eyesight had to offer.

thick. black. steel bars. caging you in. every which way save the ground beneath you. you were literally, in a cage. sitting up takes more effort than it should. your hands smooth over the cool concrete bed underneath you in attempt to bend upright. then you realize this is no ordinary cage. might as well have been bricks you thought as you realized this was a cage designed not for humans, but for animals.

“never thought id be an attraction in a fucking zoo.”

thank god. THANK GOD. how you managed to avoid death twice was a miracle to you, even if you were in a cage. but to hear her voice? and be in one piece? “thank god, ellie? thought you were dead back there.” you squint in front of you, eyes not acclimated to the distance ahead of you. “sorry love, cant get rid of me that easy.”

cheeky, for someone in a very, unfortunate scenario. “been up long? seen anything?” you ask the woman hopeful for some answers, then her figure fades into view. her cage is the same as yours. overgrown and dirty, unfathomably uncomfortable. her shoulders drop and she shakes her head. “nah, been up for hours and nuthin’. im itching to see what these assholes look like.” her leg bounces up and down in an impatient- ticking sort of way.

i bet its been a minute since ellies had a real good fight.

“easy. they shot you with a tranquilizer dart from a pretty far distance ellie. we need to be smart about this.” ellie shoots you a distasteful look, one that reads; you dont think i can handle them? like she hadnt been the one taking care of you for two whole weeks. as if she didnt prove how good she was it this sort of thing from the moment you met her. ellie was ready to blow her fuse. “im only saying this cause i care-“ you state hoping to avoid conflict.

“-and i want us to live.” a scoff from the woman in the parallel cage. she breaks her death stare. “well ain’t you sweet.”

you can tell she’s still a little aggravated at your doubt, but you brush it off. ellie was as stubborn as they come. you had bigger things to sorry about than her fragile ego. the longer you two argued about nothing the worse your chances of leaving this cage got. you were eager for a taste of freedom. this prompted you stand on your makeshift concrete mattresses and attempt to scale the slippery rusted bars of your enclosure.

“stop it.” ellie says in a low, threatening tone. amused by her order, you cant help but scoff. this coming from the woman who was ready to throw hands with your mystery captors? as if. “make me, ellie.” it hits her ears like nails on a chalkboard. for once theres nothing she can do about your act of retaliation against her commands. your attitude triggers ellie to a stand and she quickly grips the bars of her own cage, squishing her face through the gaps, as if she was attempting to squeeze her way out. “i swear to god princess your gonna get us in fucking trouble. now get. down.” her body shakes as she strains her words.

nothing. you refuse to obey. your grateful for the barrier separating you two. at this moment your certain if ellie could have her way with you, her hands would be at your throat forcing you into submission. but right now? you were determined to save both your asses. even if it meant the auburn haired woman would be a complete and total cunt about the whole thing. watch you thought. watch me get us out of here and then you wont be ordering me around like a fucking baby.

“god damn-weren’t YOU the one talkin about being smart?” shes panicking now, running her fists through her hair in a fit of stress. ellie is pacing whilst watching how you maneuver your way up the slippery steel bars. if your captors didnt end up killing you for your attempt to escape, the impact of your skull on a stray rock or broken branch would. “prettyuh- good at climbing y’know…used tommph!.” a faulty grasp of your left hand slings half your body backwards. you catch yourself, and recover.

“jeeesus woman. just shut up and climb.” you smile a bit as you find your grip again. finally ellie was encouraging you, in her own way. you can hear her mumbling under her breath. “cmon..cmon..cmon…” the impatient ticking inside her returns tenfold. she bites her thumb-nail as her eyes are trained on your every move. each time your hand leaves its place on a bar ellie loses her breath. and can only exhale a shaky shallow release of oxygen when your hand secures is grip around the next pole.

this pattern goes on for two minutes. it felt like two hours to you both. ellie, bracing herself for you to fall. you, losing strength fast. but theres a sort of dent on one of the bars and you think its enough room for you to wiggle through. you think. you hope. “allllmosssttt…..got it!”

the little amount of strength you had left allowed you to hoist yourself up and through the steel bars of your cage. once most of your body is through you sit on the barred roof and catch your breath. “oh shit yea, baby!” ellies hand slaps the wall of her cage in celebration if your success. then she clears her throat at the accidental slip of her petname for you. ellie had called you many names, but baby? that was a first. she clears her throat and avoids eye contact with you. “careful coming down…”

you grin at her antics. ellie was obviously impressed, but she wouldnt say that. words werent exactly ellies strong suit. compliments left a sour taste on the womans tongue, it was hard for her to extend gratitude onto others. for whatever reason that was, was beyond you. luckily you had enough time to observe how she extended her appreciation in other ways over these past few weeks. ellie wouldn’t praise you verbally outright, but she had a wave of showing it. in her own way.

you make quick work of maneuvering over and off your cage in attempts to free ellie, a sigh of relief leaves both of your mouths when your feet hit the ground outside your cage with a thud. you brush off any remnants of grime on you and make your way to ellies cage. urgency was of utmost importance as of now, but you couldn’t help but slowly creep towards ellies cage. inching towards her like she was the wild animal they built the enclosure for.

“you gonna let me out?” ellie says is like she’s certain you will ditch her. her head bows in shame. i shouldve seen this coming, she thought. it wasnt until you heard the fear in her voice did you remember that this was an even opportunity you had. the ability to runaway from the trapped woman who had held you hostage long before you found yourself in the confines of your most previous resting place. you could leave it all behind now, leave ellie, now. how could you forget she was never apart of the plan? and so it was decided.

your back turns to ellie and you retreat 5 steps closer you the direction of your cage, towards the vast forest. you stop once you hit a pile of sizable rocks. sturdy enough to do damage, but small enough to hold in your hand. you bend at the knees to spare your back and pick up a rock that fits your standards and hold it firmly in your grasp. You watch as the skin on your fingers mold themselves around the muddy black stone, veins protruding as your grip tightens.

of course you couldn’t leave ellie. it had felt as if she was always there. like she was supposed to take this grueling journey to a save haven with you. and as much as you hated to say it, the woman knew how to survive. something in you thought maybe, just maybe you two were supposed to meet in the woods that stormy night. maybe ellie was meant to chase you, keep you, then show you the way to safety. maybe this thing between you two (whatever that was) was the key to both of your survival.

it was that moment that you realized, even though she did everything in her power to be tough, fierce, fast, clever….independent, that maybe ellie needed you, just as much as you needed her. so with one fell swoop of your arm, you hit the rusted latch with the compact sediment held tight in your palm, breaking the lock on your first try. “your like, kinda really fucking strong.” ellie says as she slowly opens the gate and watches as you heave from over exerting yourself. you drop the rock and scoff at the way she decided to phrase her remark.

“jesus-“ you grab ellies hand softly, in a grip thats so delicate because there was barely any strength left in your hands to make a full fist. “-shut up. cmon.” and as ellies own hand wraps itself around yours, you knew it was too good to be true. all of it. the ease of escaping, the warmth of her palm in yours. the skin. so when the back of a rifle came in contact with the side of ellies jaw not even two steps out of exiting her cage, you cant say you were surprised. shocked? yes. at the quickness of it all, and the blood.

her jaw unhinges to the left and her head spins to the side in the blink of an eye. blood spews from her lips, droplets flying so far to the side its enough to make you scream bloody murder. and you do. it’s milliseconds before your protector is on the ground due to the impact. you want so desperately to go to her, to make sure she was alright. but first things first.

you take a good quick look at ellies attacker and decide you had enough strength left to take him on. he was an older man, grey in all the places hair sprouted. (not that there was much of that going on anyway) he is wrinkly and sun scorched with a protruding gut. the kind of gut that was begging for your boot to kick it so hard that the old fuck would burst right then and there. you could take him, easy.

your body primed to pounce on the man but before you had the chance to let your fists fly yet another culprit in this fucked up kidnapping decided to rear its head. a tall blonde haired woman equipped with her very own rifle emerges into your peripheral, her gun is pointed directly at your head. “i wouldn’t.” your jaw tenses and your freeze.

ellie recovers from her injury inhumanly fast. her legs spring up and her jaw hangs open, maneuvering slightly to try and ease the throbbing pain the rifle left there. when she’s fully standing she spits blood directly into the ugly old man’s face. your heart rate picks up as you watch her wipe away the remaining blood oozing from the side of her lips with the back of her hands. ellie seethes. “you’re fucking dead.” and there it is.

gone is the ellie you had come to know over these past two weeks. it happens in a matter of moments. just as fast as the rifle collided with her jaw. just quick enough for the human eye to catch it. you watch as ellies soul leaves her body and all that remains is that empty shell of an evil, evil woman. and it scares you.

its almost as if she became superhuman. ellie takes not one punch, not two, but three full throttle swings from this full grown man, but nothing stops her charge. as a fourth hook was underway the relatively small target of a woman dodges it as swift as a bird then pacts a full impact punch to the old mans side. directly at his rib cage. you want to look away, the violence of it all stings your eyes. ellie isnt even ellie anymore, infact your sure in the state she is in pain isnt a factor for her at all. but every punch that lands on ellies body is like a stab to your heart. even if you were afraid of what she was capable of. especially right now, when the man had begun to get the upper hand on ellie making her fall flat to the earth.

“STOP!” you’re thrashing, screaming for the man to cease his assaults, but he doesn’t. infact it appears as every punch that followed pacts more force than the one before it. each time the mans fist retracts from ellies face more blood coats his knuckles, more of ellies blood. its a chilling sight. “please…youre going to kill her…” you’re sobbing now. the thud of each assault leaves a stain on your eardrums, but then you hear ellies laugh.

she heaves these unintelligible fucking giggles. menacing, drenched in mockery she is finding comedy? in this moment? life practically draining from her and shes filled with what can only be described as a humorous disposition. ellies chuckle starts off weak but builds the more hysterical she becomes. finally the man stops the fist flying.

“what the fuck…” the man groans, hes genuinely disturbed by ellies behavior, everyone is. its silent. theres the white noise of the forest, the birds, and ellies evil, delirious laugh. its terribly incoherent now, interrupted by the occasional hum to catch her breath. the girl had lost it. ellie was in a fit of her own delusions. the man tugs the top half of ellies limp body forward with a bunching of her clothes in his fist, directly under her neck. ellies laughter remains, her head bobs at the lack of support beneath her neck.

now this was an ugly man. the kind of man that gave you a bad feeling just by looking at him. the apocalypse had not been kind to his features. given his age you had deduced he must’ve seen alot in these trying times. right now however, the way his disturbingly unsettling face twists in shock as he observes her up close, you knew he had never seen anything quite like ellie. “this one’s lost it. not worth the trouble.” then he drops her back onto the muddy ground.

now you can breathe.

“get em cleaned up. and for christsakes make it snappy, linus wants them on rock duty.” then he was gone. that ugly, old, dirty, fucking- “get up.” before you could make sure ellie was okay the tall blonde had a stone grip on your warm and was pulling you in the opposite direction of the only thing that made you feel safe. you didnt care where they where taking you, whatever the hell “rock duty” meant, or what day it was. the only thing on your mind, was ellie.

unbeknownst to you, the only thing on ellies mind was the thing that constantly plagued her. the one thing that destroyed her time and time again. the thing that took away the ones she loved most. It ate and ate away at her until all that was left over was…

the only sign of life from ellie was her continuous mumbles of threat. you could hardly make out what she was saying as you were tugged away from her. you aren’t positive, but you could’ve swore you heard her say something along the lines of-

“gonna get you…”

“fucking dead….”

“……youre mine…..”

ellie had gone numb a long, long time ago. her taste for blood, revenge, the hunt….never really fully satiated. theres was no doubt that spending time with a group of raiders only made that craving worse. of course ellie didn’t want to become the thing she spent her whole life running from, but letting go of her wrongs felt so far out of reach for the poor woman. the more ellie tried to forget her past the more it haunted her, she became an amalgamation of regret and anger. ellie thought her brain was trying to tell her that was the life she deserved. this is what you’re best at, this is who you are.

so, as ellie lied in the muck mixed with her own blood, staring up at the breathtakingly blue sky, all she saw was red. im gonna kill every last one of these fucks. she thought of the most sadistic ways of getting back at the people who had brought her (you) here. even ones she has yet to lay eyes on. that didn’t matter to ellie though, she was going to rid the planet of yet another hoard parasites that tried to have its way with her life (your life). needless to say ellies immunity sometimes got to her head.

“get her up and hose her down, she lost the right to a real shower.” that was the last thing ellie heard before all the hurt she had tried so desperately to ignore finally consumed her. the last thing she heard before passing out due to the blood-loss and excruciating pain. ellie let herself succumb to the bloodlust fantasies hallucinations firing around her brain, and barely put up fight as her heavy lids sealed shut.

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a/n: ahhhhhhh i hope u enjoyed pls lmk what u think in the comments! (be nice) ayo why they always passing out tho ????? what do u think will happen next 👀 …..any inconsistencies u notice from pt1 to this are beyond me ! im sorry i literally took a 3 month break in btw chapters ! (not me going awol for 3 months and still depriving u of smut :/ crying i promise next chapter i WILL deliver) -xx ace

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