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NOW PLAYING ... NOBODY KNOWS ft. spider-women!ellie x reader
“…BUT NOBODY KNOWS MY LITTLE SECRET.”
(⭑) summary: r/reddit, when’s the best time to tell your girlfriend of three months, (who you are so desperately in love with) you are that "crazy" vigilante on the news, fighting crime in a spider-suit, and that you now shoot fucking webs out of your wrist.
(⭑) content: wc 1.2k+ nerd!ellie. confessions. making out. comfort. spider-man!ellie. established relationship. suggestive. insecure!ellie. HEAVILY inspired from the roof-top scene in tasm bcs im obsessed. cursing.
you guys find yourself on the roof-top of dina’s-friend’s apartment, for a random party, celebrating god-knows what. it's slightly chilly, you stand next to ellie with her oversized jacket on you; despite ellie telling you numerous times it was going to be cold, she was not one to refuse you.
ellie wished she had her camera right now; outside’s a pretty scene with the many buildings scattered, the sky, gradually transitioning into yellow and pink hues, night unfolding, and you, looked so pretty by her side.
the city below though remains bustling with constant movement, and ellie's mind is no different. because today was going to be the day —
ellie’s hazel-green eyes shift towards you, observing your soft expression, her heart ached with uncertainty as she wondered if you would hate her — hate her for lying, hate her for not being normal, hate her for having so much baggage. hate her for being spider-women.
“you think dina and jesse are shagging?” you ask, randomly, breaking the comfortable silence. your hands moves to the railing, casually pushing yourself backwards on it.
“saw dina sneakin’ out at 1 am, like she was a teenager. so, yeah, definitely.”
also due to ellie’s super-senses, she had heard so many “private,” conversations with him and dina she wished to unhear.
you nod your head, turning your attention towards ellie. “so, why do you seem so te—”
“i need to say something,”
you guys both interrupt each other, it elicits a small giggle from you. “okay... is this about before? is that the reason you’ve been so pissy tonight?”
you were hinting about earlier. when someone had hit on you, even with you being on ellie's lap, her arms even wrapped at your waist. it irritated the hell out of ellie, leaving her to characteristically run her mouth at em'.
you almost had to drag her away to stop the growing commotion.
ellie sports a slight pout at her pink-lips. “it’s not my fault men can’t get fucking context clues, it’s a wonder they survive. and i haven’t been “pissy” i—” you raise your eyebrows in response, conveying a silent ‘you sure?’ ellie stops talking, only rolling her eyes.
“okay, whatever, maybe i was but, it's not about that,” ellie wasn’t sure how to start this conversation without sounding crazy or scaring you.
“...i was bitten,” ellie says, bushy brows slightly furrowing.
your head tilts, “that’s a little ominous.” ellie rethinks; maybe that wasn’t a good way to start.
“nevermind. you know, when i was sick. that whole two weeks, couple months back.” you nod your head, “yeah, you said you were sick. projectile vomit and shit. couldn’t lift a finger because it was so bad.” damn, ellie forgot she said all that.
“yeah, um sorry. i lied about that.” before you could say anything, lips pulled into a frown, ellie blurts: “i’m spider-man,” finally with a breath. you’re staring at her, but she can’t decipher your expression. unconsciously, ellie bites at her bottom lip.
silence fills the moment, and ellie finds it unbearable; suddenly, in just a second, your face relaxes. “oh, wait. you’re fucking with me. els thought you were serious for a second.”
ellie was regretting playing pranks on you so much, “i’m not fucking with you,” ellie’s arm cross, unconsciously flexing in the process, but you only a grow smile on your lips, like this was some ongoing joke. “jesus, stop smiling — it’s not a joke y/n,”
“i’ve known you all my life ellie — i think i would know if you were fighting crimes with iron-man,” you ignore her, releasing the bar. “wait just w—”
“lets go els, please. it’s getting cold and i’m tired,” you say, making your move toward the door; but in a quick reaction, ellie’s translucent webs shoots out her wrist, spinning you around til’ you're close, her hands, now holding at your waist.
you’re staring at her, eyes widened comically, and your mouth parted, seemingly trying to process what just happened. ellie's attention was drawn to something else though; light in the distance, drunken footsteps heading their way.
“you just fucking — shot webs out your hands, ellie! you’re sp—”
ellie didn’t have much time to think it through, because as soon as the drunkards stumble in, ellie's lips, soft and sweet, press into yours. “..shh,” ellie whispers, faint to your lips — trying to calm you down.
a small gasp leaves your mouth. but after a second, hearing the commotion behind you; you get the message, relaxing yourself into the kiss.
ellie's kisses are usually greedy, but tender, her hands would rummage your body confidently, possessively pulling you in. but this kiss, its … different. it’s tentative, hesitant, like she was afraid to push.
at that, you try to make her feel comfortable with a subtle touch beneath her loose black-shirt. your lips, coated in strawberry gloss, glides seamlessly over hers, giving her a little push; and it works.
ellie tongue pushes in hastily, its smooth tracing from your lips to your tongue. her moppy-brown hair tickling your chin as she eases in the kiss, embracing the subtle buzzing in her chest.
you hear the people leave, and it’s silent now, besides the busy cars. “ellie… t–”
“one more second,” she grumbles, you wanted to keep going, but you still had a lot to say — questions cycling. so you pull away, with a gentle smack of the lips.
she lets out a small groan in response; her cheeks dusted in pink and round eyes flutter open, looking at you in a wistful gaze.
“so… you’re spider-man. well, spider-woman,” you finally say, exhaling. ellie’s eyes shift to the floor. her hands drop from you, and instead, runs through her hair anxiously. “yeah. i know it’s fucked up, and weird. i should’ve told you, warned you, but i—”
you interrupt her depressive rambles, “no, ellie i mean it’s cool, you’re cool. it’s just, fuck.” you take a breath, throwing your hands up. “i was just surprised because you’re, like, nerdy and cute, and then … spiderman, you know?”
ellie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, “relieved” couldn’t fully capture how she felt, but all she could managed to say was: “oh, okay. that’s great, yeah.”
a silence falls between you two in response to ellie’s awkwardness, exchanging glances; both of you burst into a fit of giggles.
“i feel like i should feel offended though, ‘nerdy?’” you playfully nudge at her feet, “you know what i mean. passionate about space, introverted, so obsessed with your grades. it’s like a text-book definition,” ellie couldn’t really deny that, so she just playful rolls her eyes instead.
“...but you know what’s crazy, i had a small tiny crush on spider–man, well you, before we officially dated.”
ellie’s lips curve into a smile, “so now you get the best of both worlds, huh.” ellie comes closer to you, hands finding their place to your body. "i bet you dreamed of both of us fighting over you, hm?”
in the quietness that follows, your eyes drift away from ellie, intentionally avoiding her gaze. ellie could tell there was more story to your silence, “wait — did you have a wet dream about spider-man and m—” she begins, but you swiftly cover her mouth.
“...shut it,” you say beyond flustered, which only intensifies ellie's curiosity.
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❝ TATTOO ARTIST!ELLIE ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !
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★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, fem!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, switch!reader, switch!ellie, tbh loser!coded ellie, scissoring, ellie being soft and cute and love struck, tattoo artist!ellie, mentions of oral.
RAY RAMBLES ✶ i'm still feeling out writing for ellie, so be nice to me pls, this is the first thing i've posted for her. if not, i won't write for her again jk but seriously dont be mean to me
tattoo artist!ellie who you meet due to her forgetfulness. her black, leathered notebook gets left behind when she meets a friend at a local coffee shop. there’s a business card of a tattoo shop and you decide to take your chances with it and call the number. thankfully, it pans out to be the owner’s notebook. she, ellie, has apparently been tearing apart her apartment trying to find it. her voice floods all over as she whispers thank you just shy of a thousand times, her grateful pleas drip like honey all over you, sweetening you right through your core.
tattoo artist!ellie who is stunned from the first sight of you. the outfit you have on isn’t anything special, out of the ordinary, not it really isn’t but she can’t help the way her eyes wonder over. you have some tattoos which are visible, adding to the draw she feels towards you. soft shoulders are exposed in the strapless top you’re wearing, but your pants are bagging, hanging lowly at your hips, exposing a sliver of your lower stomach to her green, greedy eyes. a new, sultry and velvet, voice speaks her name and ellie knows she’ll do anything and everything to hear it again.
tattoo artist!ellie who gladly walks up to you, accepting the her notebook, desperately attempting not to fixate on the tingle spreading in her heart when she feels your soft finger slightly rub against the tip of her thumb. your sharp, gorgeous eyes look ellie once over before you offer her a smile, blinding ellie to any logical sensibility. do you like her? are you pleased? do you think she’s pretty too? is your heart beating or your fucking chest? are you having trouble breathing like she is?
tattoo artist!ellie who begins to blush profusely as you compliment her tattoos on her exposed bicep with the muscle tank she’s wearing. ellie doesn’t think it’s anything more than you being nice, returning the compliment you gave her, but then you’re touching her. nails painted with black nail polish, shiny but chipped, accentuate the line work. ellie wants to faint. jesse is sitting at the stool on the front counter and lets out a small chirp of a giggle, ellie thinks about punching him in the gut, but it means she would have to walk away from you so she opts out.
tattoo artist!ellie who does something out of the ordinary for her, offers for you to come by next week, saying you’ll tattoo her for a discounted price, something she would never agree to if you weren’t so hot, god if you don’t like her she thinks she’ll puke. but you agree, with your touch still on her slim, but defined bicep. the smirk you’re sporting makes the auburn haired girl nearly faint. evidently, you know just how to pull on her strings. you step in closer to her frame, kissing her sweetly on the cheek and she’s just as soft as you imagined. i’ll definitely take you up on your offer, els. see you next week.
tattoo artist!ellie who is paying close attention as she starts the line work. you came in wanting it down on your back, so ellie focused her attention on preparing the ink when while you situated yourself. by the time ellie had turned around, you were shirtless the side of your breasts exposed as she began. mentally, trying to convince herself she capable of being professional and not thinking about your tits in her mouth. the longer it went on, the more you talked, and the bigger ellie’s crush became.
tattoo artist!ellie who sports a sheepish smile when you start asking her about her life, how she became a tattoo artist, how long she’d be doing it, what were her least favorite designs to do. you ask about twenty question before the one you really want to ask.
“so, no girlfriend?” you wished you could see her, try to gage her reaction, her facial expressions, a smile or a grime? was she looking at you like she wants to eat you alive?
“no, but why not ask me if you have a boyfriend?”
“you’re not the type. am i wrong?”
all ellie does is smirk, shaking her head and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth obnoxiously, yeah she’s not the type.
tattoo artist!ellie who finished but not without difficulty. you love to talk, usually ellie would find it irritating when she’s trying to focus but on you it’s cute. she asks if you want to see it, and you simply agree. you turn your back to the mirror, your chest fully exposed and ellie looks anywhere but or tries to. she focuses on your angel sent smile and the look of glee as you admit how much you love it to ellie. or els, she tries not be too excited about how happy you are about it.
tattoo artist!ellie who isn’t sure how it happened, how you’re even into her, but she says enough of the right things to get you into her car and back to her apartment. you’re pushing her against the door pressed against her sinfully, peppering playful bites as ellie fishes for her keys. you follow her into her home, her tongue pleading for dominance over hers and she really doesn’t put much of fight.
tattoo artist!ellie who moans as you sit your cunt on top of hers. it’s delicious the way you have her putty in your hand from the initial grind. your clit catching with hers, her strong hands finding your hips, thumb with a bruising pressure, as pause. ellie is going to ask what’s wrong but before she can, you’re spitting on her cunt, a string of saliva, your perfectly wet concoction, halts as it travels down her labia and your sinking slick first, moaning out a soft oh, fuck, els you feel perfect.
tattoo artist!ellie who loves to watching your tits bounce for her as you slowly pick up the pace, the tattoo on your sternum perfectly placed between them only fuels the stickiness between ellie’s thighs. she lets you create the pace, control her to your liking.
“do you like to be, uh oh- fuck, choked?” you ask as feel yourself lost it, the smacking of your slick combined with her spurring you on.
ellie grabs your hand, placing your delicate fingers along her delightful throat, “what do you think, babygirl?”
tattoo artist!ellie who is quite literally getting off on getting choked by you. the light pressure on her neck, combined with you rubbing against her pussy hips falling over her again and against has her clit throbbing. you’re so painfully hot it, claiming her, riding her pussy, whimpering out els els els, make me cum, please baby, i’m right there. yeah? are you there with me, baby?
tattoo artist!ellie who comes right along with you. she swears she sees the creator from above for a moment, flashes of white cloud her vision as you continue to fuck her, pulling every last drop until it’s spilling over your cunt, it’s not until then are you satisfied. you collapse on her, your breasts softly smashed against her own, a whine leaving your lips, hot breath on ellie’s ear nearly makes her buck up back into you.
“c’mon, get this pretty ass up and arched. have to taste this pretty pussy before it kills me not to.” ellie whispers but the two of you know it’s not a request, it’s a command. happily, you obey.
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tattoo!artist ellie x reader (more headcannons)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Sketchbook hc's
A/N: This is just, general stuff i was thinking of bc y'all loved this AU and i finally have some time
Dates with tatto!artist ellie
i feel like ellie, specifically tattoo artist ellie wouldn't like the huge romantic dates like going to a fancy restaurant and overdressing for it
nah
she'd def take you to a fair and hold your hand on the rides you think are scary though
you mention you like a brand? she's subscribed to their mailing list so she knows when they have stuff on sale (bc she knows you hate spending more money than you have to) and takes you there
and you're still clueless, you just think she has some sort of magic intuiton for saving money
she prefers smaller, more meaningful dates, to the point where she'd much prefer watching a movie over at your house with a pizza over getting anxiety over going somewhere fancy
Gifts
The gays def know that getting tattoo's are fuckin EXPENSIVE
so ya girl is rich and basically fuckin loaded bc of it
in turn, once she gets comfortable, she love love LOVES spoiling you
"Babe," You called out, frowning in mild exasperation at the item in your room. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gesture. It was just that the top was 80. fucking. dollars.
"Yea?" Ellie asked, feigning innocence and following you in your room, grinning when she saw the t-shirt in your hands. "Fits?"
"Ellie, it's almost the same price as the headphones i use," You argued, a little exasperated with this. She rolled her eyes, grinning and coming to place her hands on your hips.
"C'mon, try it on?" She asked, unfazed as you shook your head.
"Please? For me?"
By god, she could get you to do anything by just saying that. You did as she asked, and you loved it. You never would've bought it for yourself, but when you modelled it for Ellie, her smile was worth more than 3 of those tops.
You don't really go for the more expensive gifts, knowing Ellie prolly won't appreciate them much
handmade! gifts!
like, let's say you gave her a handmade bracelet or something
or like, a gimmick (gonna use a personal example here)
your friend has some spare clay or something, so you take a chunk and model it into something you knOW is super super dumb
you take the dimensions of her fav tattoo pen and make a lil snake or sm to wrap around it and make it with huge googley eyes bc it looks so creepy and weird it's hilarious
you give it to her, trying your hardest not to laugh
she finds it fuckin HILARIOUS
she doesn't use it in the shop, scared of being called a simp
instead finds a marker she uses for sketching and puts it on that, it's her favorite marker now
Affection? hugs? kisses? awkward?
i feel like ellie is not very big on pda when you first start out
like very hesitant, doesn't want to cross any lines
if you're more affectionate, she still keeps you at arms distance until she's sure she wants to indulge you
if you're not affectionate like me then it actually works for her, she slowly initiates the affection
i think she'd love hand holding the most
espECIALLY when you trace her tattoos or her lil callouses on her hands
ugh she meLTS
not huge on the PDA, like the mandatory cheek kisses, forehead pecks etc.
if you're huge on it, welcomes it with open arms
if you're not, goes for the basic linking pinkies
you actually asked her once why she doesn't like it that much
"why do i need to show other people you're mine? I mean, I'm pretty secure in the fact that you're my girlfriend, why does the rando across the street need to see my tongue down your throat to get that?"
you choked on your drink at that answer
however, that attitude takes a 180 turn when she's jealous
A/N: Give me headcannons for jealous ellie, i have nOne. Also, what do y'all think of this?
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would y’all enjoy a ellie williams x afro-latina!single-mom! reader
bc i may or may not have an idea plot in mind
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Calling my girlfriend ‘Wife’
INDEX
As always, the inside of the car was the background of your videos as you placed the phone in the holder making sure you both looked okay in the camera frame before pressing the red button. Ellie had zero idea what the video was about, you just told her that you were going to make a tiktok and she had to be in it.
“I’ve decided today I’m going to make a dessert for my wife” If she wasn’t paying that much attention, she did now after hearing how you address her “and I’m going to try-”
“Wait, what?” Her smile was from ear to ear and her eyes were glowing “What did you? For who?”
You looked at her “confused” trying to not smile at her cute face “For my wife”
“Who’s your wife?”
“Is it not you? You don’t wanna marry me?”
“I’m your wife?”
“Yeah” you nodded your head.
“Damm. Wait, me? I’m your wife?” She felt so happy that she thought she was hearing wrong, there was no way you just called her your wife, she couldn’t stop smiling even if she tried.
“Dude, okay, let me do my video!” you were laughing as you cut the video and continue it “Okay, so I-”
“You classify me as your wife?” you rolled your eyes biting your lip and muttering a ‘yeah, of course’ at her “I didn’t put a ring on it yet!”
“Are you going to?” you raised your eyebrow and she nodded energetically “Okay, then”
“I’m fucking with that energy! Let’s put it out in the universe” She was giggling as she clanged in your arm swaying it a little bit, making you also giggle with her “That’s been my dream, to marry you”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! Let’s talk about some marriage plans!”
“Propose to me first!” The video ended showing you grabbing the phone and showing a close up of the happiest face you’ve seen Ellie make.
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⭑⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✶ let's go ahead and clear that idea that ellie wouldn't be like. immediately obsessed with you and giving you secret discounts on the weed.
✶ she met you five seconds ago and she was like. why would she ever pay for anything?? she's literally my reason for breathing?? (ok babe 😭) so you're getting that stuff for lowest price she can possibly make it. and if you flirt a little?? she's wondering why she's not just handing you the bag for free.
✶ when you guys get closer, she notices you're kinda into pink so when she sees pink papers???? she's SLAMMING that card, best believe. when you're freaking and like HOWD YOU GET THIS she's trying to pretend to be all cool like oh idk just found 'em and thought it'd be funny but if you like 'em you can have them ... i guess 😒
✶ if you're a little inexperienced with it she's a little protective and is like oh i don't think you should try that this one's way better and gives it to you on the house like?? you're trying to pay for it and she's like noooo it's for you just take it even though that was some of her good weed and she never gives that out. but you're nice and sweet and her bestest customer so who is she to charge you??
✶ when y'all are closer she literally just starts buying shit for you. you're like oh my gosh this bracelet is literally so pretty and next time you come over she's like so.. guess what and there's the bracelet in a box under two pretty pre-rolls (that she's also not letting you pay for btw)
✶ n you're so worried about breaking her bank when she does it but she's literally living lavish because she's everyone's dealer and no one with weed isn't getting it from her. (charismatic queen tbh)
✶ plus if you think this is gonna kill her wallet just wait until you guys start actually dating. she's not even waiting for you to ask for shit, she's telling you to put your cart on public so she can surprise you all the time.
✶ you're like babe how am i gonna pay you back and she's like just .. be pretty for me, yeah? 's not hard for you at all. (just flustered myself give me a minute)
✶ and some random things i just think she'd do:
✶ texting you high out of her mind about dinosaur facts because she just knows too much and needs to get it out immediately (she's such a nerd I love it 😭)
✶ trying to shotgun with you but she sees your face lookin' all pretty n dazed, chokes on the smoke, and just simply never does it after that. (give her a week, she'll be back)
✶ reading a shit ton of sci-fi. she compulsively reads savage starlight all the time but she's actually obsessed with the whole genre n can't exist without it atp (she DEFINITELY owns a few space cowboy books and before meeting you she would always imagine she was the lead guy with the hot love interest who was definitely some kind of alien. don't question it.)
✶ if you're a plushie girlie (me fr) she's ALWAYS buying you plushies. but she always buys one that matches yours for herself so you guys are "always together" or something. idk she's a little bit of a loser.
✶ she's so bad at keeping up with skincare but now she just weaponises that and makes you do it for her. literally rolling her eyes and pouting if you do yours without her, mumbling shit like "oh yeah, just forget about ellie, huh? that's what they all do" until you're like babe what??? 😭
✶ also i know that everyone says this but she really does own some weird ass shirts 😭😭 she'll get high and buy weird shit like that shirt that just says tomatoes it's so wild going through her closet lmaoo
✶ and because of her high shopping she also has some weird ass bongs like. seriously. there's a an astronaut one with octopus legs for sure, i can feel it.
✶ high ellie tweets>> she's actually so out of pocket sometimes 😭 some of her greatest hits would probs be
✶ also she was so nervous around you and wouldn't look you in the eye for too long because she didn't wanna scare you but then she got a little bold when she found out you liked girls and then was just straight up cocky when she realised you liked her, too (that blunt flick when dina said she wanted her to kiss her .. yeah that ellie)
✶ she's just the bestest, silliest, nerdiest girl ever and the best girlfriend literally anyone could ask for 💞💞
hey guys back with another banger hope you guys enjoyed make sure to like follow and subscribe‼️ no but seriously give me opinions because i love hearing you guys have little convos and the reposts are always so wild 😭😭 thank you new jersey, and goodnight (also don't look at the tags im shy) as alwaysss creds to @ cafekitsune bc these dividers are so mf cute
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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 (𝐏𝐭.𝟑) || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
"𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺
𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥"
Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know
Hozier - Son of Nyx
Hozier - I, Carrion
Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: Lightness comes in the form of acceptance...
Warnings: Angst, torture, and a splash of fluff
Part One - Part Two
Words: 6069
DNI YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
You’d never been to the aquarium. Abby mentioned it a few times and how beautiful it was in the summer. She’d even apparently seen a seal with Owen. Of course, you found it hard to believe but still held some hope that maybe you would get to go there one day with her.
But you wished it might’ve been under better circumstances than this.
Escaping the F.O.B. wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would’ve been. It was travelling the streets at night that made the travel difficult. What hadn’t helped was the daunting reunion you would be faced with.
As far as you knew, Ellie was killing WLF all over Seattle in search of getting to Abby. So, in the back of your mind, you thought this might be the end for you as well. That would be at least in the card if Ellie saw you as her enemy. But you had hope that if you showed up, maybe you could resolve this chaos. Maybe with you, someone who knew them both might be able to create a common ground for the pair.
Still, that hadn’t meant you weren’t taking precautions.
You took a spot near the aquarium and sat there for a good 10 minutes. Moving around the perimeter of the building to see if any other points of infiltration were possible and spot any possible ambush points. Turns out, there were only really three and one of them was blocked off. So, with that in mind, you could go in and just expect Ellie to be there with Abby. Or you could take the back door and move through from there. Possibly get the drop on Ellie and maybe Dina if this was indeed an ambush. But if Ellie had Abby close by she could just kill her without any form of thought.
That would be her fulfilling her entire point of coming to Seattle.
Of course, you believed Ellie would keep her word. A tradeoff was all she had asked for after all–you for Abby’s freedom. So, maybe you should go through the front door and not give the idea that if you had to choose between her or Abby, you would choose Abby.
So, with whispered encouragement, you made your way down the street to the front door. Keeping a tight grip around your pistol as you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The dim lighting of the moon hitting the glass ceiling allowed you to see the center of the room. A giant whale prop hung from the ceiling displayed shadows, manipulating your vision in certain positions.
“Ellie?” You called out, cautiously moving inside. “Ellie, I’m here! Alone! Just like you asked!”
From the other end of the room, Ellie appeared with a gun in her hand. Her jaw clenched as she stepped forward, aiming at you. “Toss your gun to the side.” With no hesitation, you did so after ejecting the magazine and bullet from the chamber. Kicking it toward her with your hands raised exhaling heavily.
“All right.” You swallowed thickly, glancing around with pursed lips. “Now, where’s Abby?”
Lowering her weapon, Ellie shook her head. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”
You could barely get a word out before you were hit in the side of the head, toppling to the ground in a daze. Groaning, you looked around and found a familiar face standing above you. Frowning, you whispered, “Tommy?”
“I’m sorry, kid.” And he then hit you in the face with the butt of his rifle, knocking you out.
“Just. Tell. Me. Where. She. Is!”
The metal in your mouth made it hard to breathe. Its aroma plugs your nose. You cough and cough and cough until you're gasping for air, a string of saliva mixed with blood dripping from your bottom lip that was cracked from one of Ellie’s ruthless punches.
You could barely see from your left swollen shut and your right one stinging in pain from the cut above your eyebrow. Blood had dripped inside and blinded you partially. But through the haze, you could see Ellie’s towering figure standing in front of you. Her knuckles dripped in your blood and her body trembled with rough gasps shaking her being.
Who is she?
In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have trusted Ellie in the first place. You knew that she was too far gone to even care about remorse or whatever connection the two of you had. It’d been left the moment she left you. She saved Dina. Either for feelings she garnered for the girl or because she was pregnant–there wasn’t a clear answer for you to see. But she chose her over you.
There was very little to no connection left between the two of you.
Panting, Ellie collapsed in the chair behind her. Grabbing the water Tommy had given her before she decided to try to extract information from you. Running the back of her hand over your forehead, she took a sip of the drink. Allowing the cold liquid to simmer her warm body as she stared at you.
“Why can’t you just tell me?” She muttered, sounding almost defeated by your lack of cooperation. “Just tell me where she is Y/n and I’ll stop.”
You choked on your blood for a moment, spitting out a glob of it before resting your head against the beam you were tied to. The eye not completely blinded stared back at her. Unable to shake the smile that crossed your face.
“Why do you think, Ellie? Hmm? Could it be because you left me for dead?” You questioned angrily, sucking on your bottom lip momentarily as your head lulled forward before snapping back up to look at her.
Ellie stared at you, expression unwavering. Although nothing on the surface gave way, you knew she felt something. Either guilt or false self-justification, none of it was hidden from you. If you learned anything from your relationship with the girl, it was how her mind worked. Her inability to think before acting and when things blew up on her, she would brush the responsibility off her.
That’s what she did with you. She brushed your existence away to continue her soulless mission. “There was nothing I could-”
“You fuckin’ left me! You! Of all fucking people, you left me!” You cried, tugging at your restraints. “I fucking waited for you as Issac tortured me. I did everything to make sure he wouldn’t hunt you or Dina! I denied you would leave me. But you did nothing! I gave you my heart, my loyalty, and my soul, and you treated me like I was disposable.”
And you had waited for this moment. Finally coming face to face with her and just getting the answer to the question you needed. Trying to line up all the picture-perfect memories in your mind and see where it all went wrong. But nothing gave way. Nothing could show how and when her feelings changed for you. And it made each blow of pain make the connection you two have crack further and further until you were left with fragments in your blood hands. Wondering where you fucked up for her to treat you in such a way.
Ellie’s face strained as she clenched her eyes shut. “I had no other choice. I had to cut you loose. Dina or I could’ve died trying to save you.”
A loud laugh fell from your lips. Staring at the girl in disbelief as you blew a raspberry. “Do you tell yourself that before you go to sleep so you don’t feel guilty? News flash, Ellie, you are the root of the fucking problem!” You exclaimed in exasperation.
Her lack of response made you scoff, shaking your head. “You say Joel would do this same thing if it meant getting payback for your or Tommy’s death. But I think this just shows you never actually knew him.” The dangerous look in Ellie’s eyes would’ve usually made you recoil and instantly apologize–scared of the outbreak of emotions that might arise from the fiery girl’s uncensored personality. Although the wound of the man’s passing was still fresh in your mind, you had to accept the loss of someone before you could heal yourself. And the last thing you would do was back down from something you full-heartedly believed.
“Shut the fuck up!” She growled, standing to her feet.
“You complain and complain about the fact your life could’ve meant something if you were turned into a cure, but you can’t even see that your life–you living–means something to everyone you know,” you stated. “Joel loved you like his daughter. I loved you for the amazing girl who took care of me when I didn’t think I deserved it. And all your friends care about you. You mean something to them. But, oh God, Ellie wanted to be used as a power move for the Fireflies-”
“You don’t know anything about what happened!” Ellie yelled. “You wouldn’t understand jackshit of what I went through and the shit Joel did!”
“The fuck I don’t!” You shouted, shifting to sit on your knees and slowly rising to your feet. Groaning from the ache across your abdomen. “Who cried on my shoulder when he was alone because some snarky little fucking bitch couldn’t just be glad someone cared about her? Joel did! He told me everything because he knew I would go to the end of the Earth for you. I know what he did and I know enough about the Fireflies to know Marlene wasn’t planning on giving the cure to anyone. She would’ve kept it for herself and made herself in charge since she had the cure to keep people from dying.”
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scoffed. “So, get a fucking grip, Ellie Williams,” you spat. “You don’t know anything about Joel and you never will.”
“Shut up!” She punched you in the stomach, making you double over with a wheeze, collapsing to your knees. Grabbing a handful of your dreads, she yanked your head back before repeatedly punching you. Time became obsolete and it took you a few moments to realize she’d stopped. The pain scattered across your entire head hurt to even think or keep yourself awake. “I should’ve expected this from you. To betray me and side with people you don’t even know.”
Lifting your head, you frowned at the girl. “What the fuck did you just say?” You babbled, lips swollen and a few teeth missing disfiguring your speech. “You wanna act like I’m the bad guy? Really? Ellie, you killed everyone! You are the reason I am siding with them!”
She scoffed. “I did what I had to to get to Abby. You know that,” Ellie murmured. “What she did to Joel is unforgivable. Nothing could save her from what I’m going to do.”
“Justice and vengeance are not the same thing, Ellie,” you muttered. “What you want needs to be earned. You murdered people, then you got Dina to go because you couldn’t live with the idea of just continuing to live for Joel!”
Ellie huffed. She didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t care to listen. But it would be a lie if she said that you were piercing her thoughts with your words. And maybe it was because she did feel guilty about what she did to you.
You were her biggest regret and the greatest evil in her thoughts. “Even when there was a different way around what you did. When there was someone pleading for their life, for forgiveness and mercy, what did you do? What did you do?!”
It’s been long enough for you to see and admit to yourself that Ellie had never cared about your self-interest. She never cared if you ended up dying on this suicide mission. Because all that she cared about was killing Abby. Everyone close to her was used as another step closer to Abby. Even if they didn’t die, she used them to her benefit to get closer to her goal. How the others couldn’t see it was astonishing.
And the most impressive part about it?
Ellie couldn’t even realize she was doing it. And you weren’t sure if you felt sorry for her or not.
“You don’t see it.” Ellie listened to every quiet word whispered from your broken lips. How they sounded almost of disbelief of your observation of her. But why that was, was still lost upon her raging thoughts. “You don’t see they will despise you when Abby gets here. You think you’ll kill her. But have you thought of what happens if you don’t?
Sitting flat on the ground, you sat there with a defiant look on your face. Not daring to give her the satisfaction of tears. Not after all the shits put you through. “I’m never going to tell you where Abby is, Ellie. So, you can kill me for all I care,” you spat. “But know that if you do, I will fucking haunt you for the rest of your life.”
Footsteps approaching drew Ellie’s attention to find Tommy entering the room. His eyes widened slightly, gaze flashing between her and you. But he didn’t say anything, merely clearing his throat. “Jesse and I need you upstairs.” And like that, he walked away. His boots thudded against the steps retreating until they were a mere distant sound in the back of your head.
“Ellie, you want to know something?” With parted lips and a dazed look in your eyes, you lifted your gaze to the girl. Her lips were pursed and the faint tilt of her knuckles made apparent of her clenched fists. She was holding back. “The moment you came out here, you became just as bad as Abby. But you want to know the difference between you and her now?”
“What’s that, Y/n?” Ellie murmured, looking down at her shoes for a moment before her eyes met yours.
And you grinned sadistically. “You act on emotions. You never learned how to shut that shit down. But Abby…” you chuckled, “when she finds out I’m captive and what you’ve done, she’ll act with every fibre of rage inside of her. And I won’t stop her.” Sighing, you shifted in your spot and rested your head against the beam behind you. Shutting your eyes and saying, “Remember that when she has a knife in your gut.”
She mulled over your statement for a few moments before following Tommy upstairs. Leaving you to collapse against the collum and close your eyes. Almost unable to feel the tears over the white-hot flash of pain whispering into your skull. Face scrunching at the images of Owen and Mel.
Ellie had thrown the fact of her killing the pair in your face. A man stuck between two women and a once soon-to-be mother. You were disgusted by the fact that Ellie seemed to have taken satisfaction in the act. Like they were just any other pair of survivors just trying to get by and coincidentally were in her path. You hadn’t been able to shake the nauseating churn in your stomach for hours now.
You were unevenly on the back foot of the situation. From the moments of clearness, you’d been unable to spot anything to assist you in your escape. Then again, perhaps this was the best solution for right now. Wait them out and find an opening available to take advantage of. At least then, if you died here, you died with some fucking dignity and not like some sick helpless puppy.
The sound of hinges crying made you snap your head in the direction of the door. Finding a very tired and slightly rattled Dina standing at the doorway. Dark purple circles under her eyes were more apparent by her ghostly complexion.
“I’m just here to clean your wounds,”
Straightening in your slouch, you lifted your chin suspiciously. “Tommy send you?”
“No, I came here on my own,” Dina whispered, crouching beside you. “When this is all over, I’m bringing you back home, Y/n. I won’t let Ellie dictate how your life plays out.”
You believed her. Dina was one you trusted to keep her word because, at the end of the day, she was the only one with a sensible mind. That did not mean you held any fondness toward her. She was intertwined in the problems occurring in this damn city and the reason everything was playing out the way it was. So, she was as much on your shitlist as Ellie.
Dina patted your face with a wet cloth, rubbing away the smears of crimson from your chin and cheeks. And you held an expressionless face as she tended to your wounds. Tolerating her presence enough to allow her this close. If the bindings didn’t restrain you, safe to say, a knife would be pressed to her throat.
And something about that destroyed your entire inner being. How could a friendship you had tended to and protected for years come tumbling down in a week? Let alone over one girl. Ellie came into your life like a light of hope and she was leaving it as a dark figure and reminder for yourself to not trust anyone. And Fina was falling into her trap and you couldn’t care to save her. Because in the end, she would end up understanding how you felt and you hoped it would hurt tenfold.
A gentle sigh fell from Dina’s lips, grabbing your attention. “What?”
Dina shook her head, biting on her bottom lip. “How did we turn out like this?” She murmured, wringing out the bloody cloth. “I can still remember the both of us reading books in my room when we were 10. Now, 8 years later, we stand on opposite teams?” She sniffled. “I never wanted this.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking tiredly. “You know why we’re here. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”
She pursed her lips. “Y/n, they knew there would be repercussions when they went for Joel-”
A laugh fell from your lips, staring at her incredulously. “Is that you saying that or Ellie?” You said. “You, Ellie, Jesse, and Tommy are the reason they need saving. You let Ellie ruin everything!” You growled. “You were willing to leave me for dead-”
“I didn’t want that-”
“-then you fucked Ellie who left me in that school to die and put me through hell with the WLF! I’ve fucking suffered because of you!” You sniffled, tilting your head to wipe your nose with your shoulder. Letting out a breath with a shake of your head. “And to think I could trust either of you.”
Dina pursed her lips, sniffling as she wiped her eyes aggressively. “I didn’t know that would happen.”
You grounded your teeth, nose twitching. “Of course, you didn’t,” you muttered. “How could you when Ellie used her sweet words on you, right? ‘Cause at the end of the day, Ellie is the sole reason we’re in this situation.”
Spitting out blood, you scoffed. “You want to know where our relationship went wrong, Dina?” You inquired aloud, meeting the girl’s gaze. “The moment you met Ellie.” The thought made you laugh humourlessly. “I fucking let you get close and this is how you played me.”
“Okay, that’s unfair!” Dina exclaimed defensively. “It’s not like I planned for anything to happen, alright? People’s hearts are spontaneous, Y/n. I never planned on falling for Ell.”
An incredulous laugh fell from your broken lips. “Now you’re using the nickname I gave her?” You said aloud, leaning forward slightly, a hint of amusement. “You guys using the safe word I came up with- Ugh!”
Dina’s hand wrapped around your neck on a dime. Like she’d been possessed. It’d only been for a moment, but she quickly realized what she was doing and let go. Looking away shamefully and wet the cloth further. Continuing what she was doing before.
You swallowed, clearing your throat as you shifted in your spot. Hissing at the cloth dragging over a cut along your eyebrow. “You know, we wouldn’t be in this situation if you just killed Abby.” Her drags of the cloth became harsher. More forceful and irritating your already scarred skin. “Joel would’ve done it if you-”
“Don’t you dare try and use him against me!” You hissed, a warning look in your eyes. “You may think that me being tied keeps you safe, but you aren’t untouchable Dina-”
Gunshots alerted the two of you, looking toward the doorway. A smile formed on your lips as you looked at Dina. “Why not go see who showed up?”
If Dina had the time, she might’ve slapped that smirk off your face. But her feet were already carrying her toward the door up the steps toward the commotion. You were left to tug at your restraints, keening in on the gunshots that drew louder and closer.
Now thinking about it, there was a chance it wasn’t even Abby in the first place. It could’ve just been a group of infected that spotted them or something. There were many possibilities and that made you hesitate. Long enough to finally allow doubting thoughts to creep from the darkest corners of your mind and torment you.
Would Abby try to find you?
It hadn’t been a thought that crossed your mind–solely focused on making Ellie’s life a living hell had taken priority. But now, with the ever so often crack of gunshots, you were aware of how little importance you actually held. Abby may have not seen you the way you saw her. You, searching for connection and love, could’ve easily misunderstood any of her actions and built a fort around the two of you when she had no point of being there.
She’d be just like Ellie.
And as much as you wanted to cry and fight over it, deny and deny and deny, you knew it was fruitless. Abby had encouraged you to move on from Ellie, and so you would do the same with her. Accept it and suffer in silence where the walls could come down. A denial conception fogging sensibility and prolonging the pain like salt in a fresh wound.
A small fracture of dust hit your face when a loud thud could be heard above. Straining your eyes as you heard the thud come again with more dust getting in your eyes. But when it came again, the entire patch of rotting wood fell apart. It was all a blur and sudden with the destruction of timber and yells of pain.
But when you managed to steel your eyes forward, your heart clenched at the sight of Abby., Her own found yours and you might’ve mistaken it, but it looked like a flare of light shot through her eyes. Lips barely twitched into a smile before she rolled to cover with Ellie firing a slug at the woman.
And when the two continued to sneak around one another, looking to get the upper hand on the other, you struggled with your ties. The texture of the rope continuously scratches against your wrist, deepening the tenderness of your flesh. The reddened marks are likely not to go away for another few days if you get out of here.
When Ellie came into sight, her attention half-hazardly focused on you, you brewed some sort of plan. From the bruise on her cheek, you can guess they’d engaged in some fight whilst you were struggling with your restraints. Going through the banks of memory on this trip; with Ellie and Abby, you came up with something they’d both know.
A sharp and loud whistle.
The moment it was heard, Ellie turned her attention to you, frowning. But she was far too late to realize her mistake.
Abby came in and took the attention away from you. Ellie’s knife, the one she’s had since before you met her, fell just in reach of your foot. Adjusting yourself, you used your foot to slowly drag the knife closer and pull it back to your hands. Grasping it and beginning to cut through the rope with a painful ache in your wrist echoing through your mind.
Glancing up, you spotted Dina sprinting over with a knife. “Abby, behind!” The girl turned but was far too late to disarm Dina as she slashed at Abby’s arms, yelling out. Until an arrow pierced Dina’s shoulder, creating enough of an opening for Abby to reclaim the upper hand.
“Stop!” Ellie choked on her blood. “Stop! She had nothing to do with this.”
Finally breaking from your binds, you tossed the rope to the side and rubbed your wrists. Stopping when you saw Abby holding Dina by her hair and a knife at her throat. A furious and thunderous rage in her orbs. And under this lighting, she seemed like something out of your nightmares. Usually, it was Ellie in her place. Bathed under the red lighting, blood covering her arms, a true sign of her mindless thinking.
“She’s pregnant,” Ellie whispered, eyes blinking away the blood that threatened to drip inside.
“Good.”
“Abs!” The bigger girl snapped her gaze at you. Her heart clenched at the sight of your broken lips and puffed eyes. Cuts along your eyes and areas that were only known to her based on the splotches of blood on your shirt. You gently shook your head. “Don’t be like her.”
It was a painful ask, you knew that. If the roles were reversed, you would’ve already sliced their throats. But this was Dina you were talking about. If you knew anything, you knew she’d fallen under the lies Ellie spewed. Following her lover because it might’ve been worse to leave her. And at that, you respected her enough to try and save her life tonight.
Abby pursed her lips in contemplation. Shoving the girl off half-hazard and standing to her feet to help you up, you shook your head. Moved to Ellie with a snarl. Straddling her waist, you pressed her knife to her throat and panted out breaths.
Kill, kill, kill, kill…
The panted breaths had morphed into sobs. Unbridled with tears streaming from your eyes. “I’m not fucking scared of you anymore! Do you hear me?” You grasped her jaw, forcing her gaze up at you. “You are nothing and will continue to be nothing!”
You should kill her. After everything she’s done to you. All the pain, the denial, you’d felt everything since coming here and she was the problem.
But you’d be just as a monster as Ellie if you killed her.
“If you’re lucky, I won’t come back here to kill you. But you know why I won’t, hmm?” She choked on her blood, coughing weakly. But you made no move to help her breathe. Your eyes stared down at her with a certain layer of fury paramount to anything else Ellie had ever seen. “Because then you wouldn’t be able to live with the failure of your entire goal of coming to Seattle.”
Standing to your feet, you took Abby’s hand and exited the basement of the theatre. Exiting through the front, but waiting a moment as you patched Tommy up. Telling him you wouldn’t be home for a while or ever. And you had to painfully listen to him plead that you’d come home and not go with Ellie. But you told him that they both made their beds and they had to sleep in them.
From there, you, Abby, and a boy you soon learned was named Lev, searched for somewhere to sleep for the night. Deciding one of the many tall buildings and going to the top floor where the three of you set up a little camp. Whilst the pair ate, warming by a tiny little campfire, you situated yourself by one of the windows with your rifle resting on your pack, supporting the front end of your weapon. Searching for any sign of enemies that might’ve followed you guys. And as much as you’d love to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be helping anyone if Seraphites were roaming the area and spotted the three of you. At least now, you could get the upper hand if anyone came to the single entrance of the building.
A soft yet rough palm pressed to your shoulder blade. Your gaze never wavered from the scope. Purely knowing it could only be Abby who’d have such a warm touch. “We should patch you up.”
With a bite on the inside of your cheek, you pulled from the scope and scooted back a foot or two. Peeling your shirt off and turning to her. In certain cases, you’d feel maybe a bit self-conscious from your scars. Knowing that in someone’s eyes, you looked disgusting with these imperfections. But Abby never let her eyes fully speak. Instead, she helps you lean back into your pack whilst she grabs a medkit from her own and starts patching up the cuts.
“I have a plan for where we can go next. It was something Owen told us before he was…” Abby didn’t finish her sentence. It was far too soon to simply acknowledge that her ex/friend was gone. It’d mean she had already accepted he was dead. “There’s rumors of Fireflies out in Santa Barbra. That’s where we were planning on going before Lev for the Seraphites island.”
“Any of the WLF survive?” You inquired softly.
“Not that I am aware. Everyone likely was killed in the assault and couldn’t get off the island,” Abby guessed, pursing her lips. “When I found Mel and Owen, I radioed back to the F.O.B. They told me they couldn’t find you anywhere and I thought…I thought-”
Your hands gently held her face, a warm look in your eyes. “I’m here, Abby.” You smiled. “Thank you for saving me.”
Although Abby wished to smile as well, the look in your eyes told her enough that something else was eating away at you. “What is it?”
“This pain…” The words were measured. A culmination of every little feeling you’d felt since meeting the pair. Love, dread, doubt, fear, and anger. Each had their time at the wheel, driving you from one precipice to another, and they didn’t come to the closure they needed. “This fucking pain has gnawed at me and I don’t think I can shake it. And what I say next, I don’t want you to think you’re responsible..”
“Y/n, what’re you trying to say?” Abby grabbed your hands, gently squeezing.
And somehow, that pained you more? It must’ve been because your own trivial thoughts seemed to become more real than you first expected. You weren’t girlfriend material. At 19 years old, you never once you’d think that of yourself. But everything you offered hadn’t been enough to save yourself from pain. You’d put others in tough positions and perhaps seclusion from the ones you loved was the best decision.
“You’ll leave tomorrow. Without me.” As Abby’s lips parted, you shook your head. “If you don't leave, I’ll leave before you.” Gently caressing her cheek, you said, “I need to go on my own from this point forward. After everything that’s happened. Ellie, WLF, the Serpahites, I don’t want to burden you any longer.”
“You aren’t a burden, Y/n. Please, just come with us-”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Abs,” you interjected, pursing your lips. “I love you more than anything in this world. But this spiralled out of control since you met me. So, please, forget me until we meet again. And if we never meet again, I’ll be waiting for you on the other end of life.” Smiling, you kissed the corner of her lips and pulled her flush to your chest. Warm breath fanning her neck as you whispered a soft demand. “Find me when the time is right.”
“I’m just trying to understand if Landon likes me or not. The signs are clear, right? Like, I’m not crazy and overthinking it?”
Grace’s tirade of thoughts had been flushed out for the past 30 minutes or so. A never-ending stream of conscious thoughts that you couldn’t help but think were childish. Thinking about some sort of fantasy of love felt odd nowadays. Maybe you would’ve felt the same way, but those days seemed long gone from the present.
Placing a cigarette between your lips, you peeked at the woman sitting beside you. She’d definitely seen better days compared to now. Likely the cause of all this overthinking she’d been doing since last week.
“You’re overthinking it, Grace.” Lighting the cigarette with a match, she parted the corner of her lips to exhale a small cloud, waving out the small piece of wood. “A person I used to know always said I froze. When I was put on the front of death's door, and I had the chance to escape if I just killed the dude beside me, I would freeze. And I think that’s what’s happening with you now.”
“That I’m at death’s door?” Grace questioned.
You laughed. “No. You’re freezing. If you think Landon likes you and the signs seem to point in that direction, just say how you feel,” you explained, simply. “The worst thing that happens is he rejects you.”
“Or he shoots me out of pure shock!”
The childish ulterior made you snicker in amusement. Eyes flickering to your radio that crackled. “Hey, Y/n! We got a boat at 2 o’clock!” Randy, a scout, announced from his post in a foxhole.
“Affirm!” You checked your magazine before injecting it into the rifle and pulled the charging handle. “Grace, let’s go.”
The two of you walked down the steep and winding path made of stones. The tall grass masked your approach on the people who could be around 500 feet from where you and your squad were stationed for the day.
Making it onto the beach, you could spot the boat. Flipping the switch on your rifle, you steadily approached. Glancing up at the ridge, you could see Randy on his sniper rifle watching the two of you closely.
And that’s when you saw two figures hop out of the boat. Stopping, you levelled your rifle to the pair, the pad of your index finger resting on the trigger. “Hands up!” They turned toward you, legs wobbling beneath them with their hands raising above their heads. “Alright, now, slowly approach. Don’t do anything stupid because I got a buddy very eager to kill something today.”
They followed your orders and the closer they got, the more details you could make out. It was a boy and a woman. Both looked malnourished judging by their figures that looked terribly slim. The woman had cuts across her arms and her skin was burnt. The boy looked ready to pass out by his stuttered steps.
And by 30 yards out, that was when you could make out the woman’s identity. Your breath caught in the back of your throat with your rifle falling to your side before hitting the sand. It took a moment for your mind to catch up with what you were seeing. Balance slightly shifting with you taking a step back with a shaky exhale. Tears clouding behind your eyes and nose burning vigorously. Then, you smiled. Grace wasn’t able to stop you from suddenly sprinting toward the pair.
“Abby!” You cried, seeing her eyes brighten at the sound of your voice. Her own began to form with tears as she quickly started to walk, fumbling over her own feet until you were holding her tightly. Supporting the weight of a frail body that didn’t resemble the look you last remembered.
Sliding to your knees, you held Abby around her waist and looked over your shoulder at your companion. “Grace, get Lev some medical attention and have food ready for them!” The blonde acted with haste, lifting the child into her arms and carrying his frail body up the trail.
You turned your attention to the girl in your arms, pulling away slightly to cup her cheeks. Meeting her tired gaze as blinked the tears away. “You’re ok. I got you. I got you, baby.”
And after what felt like years, Abby smiled. Her scabby hands holding your tear-stricken face and said,
“I found you.”
#x black reader#x black!reader#poc reader#x reader#x poc reader#x black!fem!reader#x black fem reader#the last of us imagine#the last of us x reader#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us#the last of us ellie williams#the last of us part 2#tlou 2#tlou fanfiction#tlou ellie#tlou#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson imagine#abby tlou#abby the last of us#abby anderson fanfiction#abby anderson x black!fem!reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x black!reader#abby anderson angst#abby anderson fluff
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i’m gonna say this once and not revisit it again since the last time i commented on this i got ppl in my asks talking like they have no sense:
it’s not wrong nor is it bad if black readers ask non black writers (specifically the white ones) to be inclusive in their work. there’s nothing wrong with wanting diversity, and there’s nothing wrong with being uncomfortable about non poc only writing for fair skinned, skinny people.
some of you people have actually LOST your minds. in the past two hours i’ve seen black writers and readers recieve DEATH THREATS because they DARED to criticize authors (not gonna say their names because i don’t have to time for people calling me a monkey on anon) for not being inclusive. what is wrong with y’all? like, genuinely? is it just white audacity or are all of y’all mentally insane?
and for all the people who will probably flood me with “write it yourself if you want it so bad”, that shouldn’t be the case. we shouldn’t have to put out our own inclusive work, just for it to not get the same attention as all of the writings with pale skinned readers do. the LEAST you can do as a white person with a large amount of following is educate yourself on how to make your writing appeal to a broader demographic. y’all are ADULTS, act as such.
i hope this made sense, i’m sick and groggy rn so it might sound like i’m talking out of my ass, but in conclusion, please remember that the world doesn’t not revolve around white people, specifically white women.
small edit: to add onto the critiquing certain writers on here, i don’t think i’ve EVER seen a group of dick riders go as hard for two people like i saw today. there’s an actual fanpage dedicated to one of the writers and they’re in peoples inboxes and comments calling them niggers and all types of monkeys? have y’all lost it? all over a simple request? some people really don’t deserve to be on this app.
#ellie williams x reader#mind you ellie has only ever dated poc#and here y’all are#marcell speaks 🤷🏽♀️#and for people calling this drama can y’all get a grip as well??#this is an actual issue within the writing community
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THE MASTER LIST:
SYNOPSIS: ellie has known nothing good in her life, but she managed to hit the jackpot when the king took her in. now, he was dying, and his last wish was to take over the kingdom of a small faraway land. in his honour, she does...but faces great difficulties. the princess of the land. but, she was running out of time, she needed to act fast. she was willing to do almost anything to avenge his highness. this shouldn't be an issue, right?
CHARACTERS: princessknight!ellie x princess!reader.
WARNINGS: angst, betrayal, erm...flirting? meanies? idk man.
CHAPTERS: COMING SOON
0.1 : restore revenge
0.2 : due date
0.3 : gracious girl
0.4 : winning war
0.5 : calm capture
0.6 : confused conscious
0.7 : hurt heart
0.8 : readers revenge
0.9 : crashing confrontation
EVERYTHING WRITTEN BY @cuntsified !!
dividers: @fairytopea @iwonbin
click!
#tlou2#tlou#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#tlou ellie#the last of us part 2#writing#creative writing#writers on tumblr#poc reader#poc representation
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I never write where the reader's description is really mentioned. I personally find it weird to write and also as a fellow poc reader, I would want everyone to be able to relate. Obviously that's not everyone's thing but it's nice to include poc inclusiveness
Exactly!! I’m not saying every single writer is expected to change their writing style and I don’t think anyone is expecting that but to at least be considered in some fics would be awesome 😭🙏🏾
#angel messages 🪽✨#bella ramsey x reader#ellie williams x reader#wlw#hope mikaelson x reader#jj maybank x reader#writers of tumblr#harry potter x reader#POC#percy jackson x reader#stiles stilinski x reader
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Made a new account just for posting(prev only did reposts)
Something that I think is also pretty interesting in this debate of “do we need more poc fics” (obvi!!) is that Ellie has never dated a white person in the canon 😭😭
rylie was black, cat was Asian and Dina (can’t remember her exact race I’m so sorry) was very clearly a poc!!Y’all are delusional if you think Ellie would only be attracted to white people with blonde hair and blue eyes with a lil UwU vibe- Ellie also very clearly likes badass and strong woman who can take care of themselves if need be (evidence in Dina strongly, but cat seemed to be pretty cool, and rylie was super outgoing and adventures) Mfs need to GET A GRIP AND REMEMBER THAT SKINNY WHITE PEOPLE AREN’T THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO EXIST.
It doesn’t matter what race or size you are. I’ve seen skinny people write different body sizes perfectly and white people write poc amazingly(in my opinion as a poc) IF THERES EVIDENCE IT CAN BE DONE YOU HAVE ZERO EXCUSES!!
Everyone stay safe, be kind, and have a lovely day!! ((ε(*´･ω･)っ†*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:..☆
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A Place for You - Part Two
Post Santa Barbara!Ellie x Ex-Firefly!POC!Reader
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Warnings: TLOU2 Spoilers, Ellie gets bit, Clickers, Near-Death Experience, Angst, Burning a bite to hide it (Cattle Brand), Promises, Crying, PTSD, Flashbacks, You learn about the cure and Ellie’s immunity, Needles
Summary: A little date does horribly wrong, and Ellie finally comes to terms with her past. In the process, she shakes up your world.
Ellie stayed true to her word and didn’t leave you behind. Your relationship progressed slowly with the two of you taking your time. You didn’t want to rush into anything after her relationship with Dina, but the two of you were reminded that life outside of the homestead was unforgiving. Ellie wanted to show you something she discovered in a neighboring city - an aquarium. She knew you’d never seen the ocean and she wanted to show you something close to it. Things were going great until they went horribly wrong.
You were sprinting for your life. Literally. There was a hidden room in the aquarium that got busted down during your little date. Infected came pouring out and you turned around and ran. Ellie had vanished at some point, lost within the twisting and turning halls in this huge place. But the infected hadn’t lost you and were closing in. You were out of bullets and needed to find the way out of the building. The issue is that the building is a huge circle, so no matter where you went the infected would find you.
You sprint into the estuary room and curse when you realize that it’s a dead end. You can hear the shrieking of the infected and them running through the halls. Frantically, you try to find a place to hide or climb out of the way. You spot a place you can squeeze into and hurry over, trying to be as quiet as possible. They’d lose interest if they couldn’t find you.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait. You could hear them searching around, moving in and out of the room as they try to find you. As the last of them shuffle away, you start to relax. After a count of ten, you carefully crawl out from where you were but freeze as soon as you stand. The tell-tale clicking of a clicker echoes through the room. Your blood goes cold as you hear the sound.
Slowly, you turn your head to the entrance of the area. Standing in the middle of the doorway is a clicker, twitching and moving erratically as it scans the room. Your hand trembles, gripping your empty gun as you curse internally. ‘Of course, there’d be a clicker!’ You don’t have a knife and your gun is out of commission. You needed to find a weapon, now.
You don’t take your eyes off of the clicker, taking one step back at a time. It moves further into the room and you hesitate, scared that it might have located you. You continue when it doesn’t make a move towards you, trying to be as cautious as possible. Except, you can’t see where you’re stepping.
CRUNCH.
Your eyes snap down to your feet to see broken glass underneath your boots. The clicker screams, making you scream as it races towards you. You whirl around and run further into the room, eyes frantically flitting around as you try to spot anything you can use as a weapon. Your heart jumps as your feet slide out from under you, causing you to hit the tile with a loud thud. An involuntary hiss leaves your lips as broken glass and cold water press into your skin.
You turn in time for the clicker to jump on you. You scream, grabbing a hold of its head to try and keep it away from you. The infected is heavy, weighed down by the growth covering its body and making it more difficult to control. It pushes the glass beneath you deeper into your body, causing painful stinging as you fight to get it off you. Tears fill your eyes as your grip starts slipping, the thrashing from the clicker making it harder to hold onto. Your hand gives away, the clicker’s face getting closer to your shoulder and you can’t help but scream in terror.
One moment you’re bracing for the bite and the next you hear Ellie shouting in pain. Your eyes snap open and you watch as your girlfriend aggressively stabs the clicker in the neck. For a moment, you’re relieved that you were saved. That is until Ellie turns to you and you see the bite on her upper arm.
“No!” You gasp, scrambling off the ground to run to her. Ellie grabs you as you burst into tears, crying much harder than you were with the clicker.
“No! This can’t-! You can’t be-!” You sob and she pulls you into her arms.
“Baby.” Ellie mutters, stroking your hair, “Baby, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay!” You wail, grabbing at her shirt as if she’ll fade away in your arms. A bite is a death sentence. You had just gotten Ellie and now you’re going to lose her.
“Y/n. Y/n, baby, look at me.” Ellie grabs your face in her hands, forcing you to meet her eyes, “I’m going to be okay. The bite doesn’t matter.”
“W-What are you saying?” You sniffle, “Of course the bite matters, Ellie!”
“I’m immune.” Ellie says firmly, tightening her grip on you, “I’m immune, Y/n. That’s the reason I was traveling with Joel all those years ago. I was bit by infected and didn’t turn.” You’re at a loss of words as she takes a step back to show you her tattoo.
“This is where the bite was. I burned myself to hide it.” Ellie points out areas of the mark, “I’ll be okay.”
“You’re… immune.” Her words hit like you like a ton of bricks, and you’re forced to sit down on the floor, “…you’re actually immune?” You look up at her with wide eyes.
“I am. If you don’t believe me, you can chain me up until the time passes. But, I’m telling you the truth.” Ellie says sincerely, sitting down with you, “You’re not going to lose me… but I almost lost you.” Your hand goes up to your shoulder where you would have been bitten. She was right. She could have lost you.
“I almost died.” You whimper, the situation setting in, “I almost-” You choke up.
“But, you didn’t.” Ellie holds your hand, tenderly running her thumb over it, “…I think I should tell you everything now.”
“Here?” You look around.
“The other infected are dead, so it’s just us.” Ellie reassures you, “Besides, I’d rather do it while you’re sitting down.”
“Okay.” You nod. You wanted to know about her life before you, but you knew it was difficult for her to talk about. The conversations you did have weren’t very detailed or didn’t directly talk about her life. So you were prepared to listen patiently.
The two of you sit there and talk in depth about Ellie’s life before she met you. How she got bit and the girl she was crushing on that she lost in the process. The struggle of leaving the QZ and what happened along the way. It was very hard for you to sit and listen to. She mentioned how you were the only happiness she had the whole trip that wasn’t related to her immunity. If you’re honest, the hardest thing to stomach was what happened to Marlene. Ellie didn’t hold anything back.
You thought she’d stop once she got to Joel’s death, but she didn’t. She continued forward, filling in the gaps of her story about what happened in Seattle. You encouraged her to talk about it, not letting her shy away from the more brutal parts. You gently touch her shoulder in support as she exhales. She slowly lifts her head, eyes filled with unshed tears as she takes you in.
“I… shouldn’t be here with you.” Ellie whispers, making you frown, “I killed all of those people. Abby was within her rights to kill me, but she didn’t. And I couldn’t let go of my guilt. I felt bad for being happy when Joel was-” She chokes up and starts sobbing. You wait patiently, silent tears falling down your face.
“Nora didn’t deserve that death. I was blinded by my guilt and rage, a-and my self-hatred that I…” Ellie gazes at you, nervously trying to figure out if she should continue or not.
“Go on.” You encourage her, “I’m not going to judge you.”
“I beat her to death.” Ellie takes a shaky breath, “After Abby let me live, I hunted her down through her friends that were with her and killed nearly all of them. One of them - Nora - I beat her to death for information… I didn’t plan on it. I didn’t want to… but she knew where Abby was and she wasn’t giving me the information.” You listen intently as she talks about everything she did. The people she killed. How her best friend died because of her. You got upset when she talked about Dina and the baby, biting your tongue when she explained that she left them behind. She knew you disagreed with that action, but that was what brought her to you in the first place. You couldn’t judge her when you would’ve done the same.
“That’s… a lot.” You say, unsure of what else to say.
“And now… I’ve got someone I can’t lose.” Ellie whispers softly, “As much as I try to run from my immunity, I get brought right back to it.”
“What do I have to do with it?” You tilt your head.
“I refuse to lose you to infected.” Ellie says firmly, “The thought of that is… too painful.”
“The cure doesn’t matter.” You brush her hair back, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I have no choice but to worry, because I could lose you.” Ellie sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I want to figure out how to make one.”
“Ellie…” You hesitate, “The Fireflies are done.”
“There has to be someone else.” Ellie frowns, “I won’t stop searching until I find someone. I’m going to find a way to create the cure and live.” Ellie says firmly.
“That surgeon couldn’t have been the only person capable of it. Even if the only person I cure is you, I need that cure.” She kisses your forehead.
You left the aquarium, and even though she told you about her immunity - you are shocked that Ellie did not turn. You made sure the wound stayed clean and Ellie insisted to you that she needed to hide the bite mark. There was no way she could give herself another chemical burn where it was, so she turned to another option.
“You want me to… burn you with this iron.” You state, staring at the iron cattle brand she has sitting in the fire. You don’t even know where she got it from!
“It’s big enough to cover the bite mark.” Ellie says while taking off her shirt, “Besides, I looked for one with your initial in the middle.” She grins at you.
“That’s not the point!” You throw your hands up, “This is really going to hurt!”
“I can’t take the chance of anyone seeing the bite. They’re going to shoot without asking questions.” Ellie crosses her arms, making her boobs look bigger.
“And I have to do this because I’m the only one who can make sure it stays in place.” You sigh, reaching for the handle.
“Exactly.” Ellie says, laying down on the couch and grabbing her belt, “I need you. I’m only this composed because I’m not the one in charge of it.” You pull the rod out of the fire, swallowing nervously at the glowing red end.
“Okay.” You exhale, positioning it above the bite mark, “You better bite down on that belt.” Ellie’s scream and the smell of burnt skin would haunt your dreams for weeks after that.
~ Summer, 2 Years Later ~
You wipe the sweat from your face and let out a sigh. You are so close to gathering the last of the tomatoes that ripened today. It will always make you laugh at how nature works. One day there’s nothing ready to be picked and the next there’s half of it. You had to carefully pick the times you left the homestead, or you’d come back to overripe produce if you were gone too long.
You examine the vines, looking for the pops of red or orange in the green. It was harder to notice than you thought as a kid. Your mother had laughed herself silly when you didn’t see the ripe fruit in front of your face. It was the same day Ellie had come along and you ran to the front of the house in excitement when your dad called out that you had visitors. You smile to yourself, remembering the day Joel had appeared with your lover.
“JOEL!” You scream, sprinting to the startled man and throwing your arms around him.
“Uh… Hey, kiddo.” Joel awkwardly pats your head, “You’ve gotten big.” You let him go and take a few steps back, noticing that he has visibly aged a few years.
“It’s been three years!” You say with a “duh” tone, “You’ve gotten older.”
“Y/n!” Your father scolds you, “Where are your manners?”
“Sorry, pa.” You grin sheepishly, your eyes landing on a person slightly behind Joel, “Hey! Who are you?” You tilt your head.
“Ah, this is Ellie.” Joel motions to her, then looks at your dad, “Can I ask you and Nia for a favor? We need a place to rest for a few nights and y’all are the only ones I trust out here.”
“Why don’t you come inside and we can talk about it?” Your mother comes up behind you, “The girls can go off together and play while we talk.” Joel agrees to that, giving Ellie a warning look before following your parents. She walks closer to you, nervously moving her foot in the dirt.
“So um… I’m Ellie. Like Joel said.” Ellie reintroduces herself to you. You glance at your parents who are walking inside with Joel before you turn back to her with a grin.
“Hi, Ellie! I’m Y/n!” You greet her, lifting your clippers to show her, “Do you want to come up to my room with me? I have some books we can go through!”
“What kind of books?” Ellie raises an eyebrow.
“Ah, space-”
“Space?!” Ellie shouts and then her face goes red, “I-I mean- Space? That’s cool. I like space.” You gasp, grab her hand, and start dragging her to your room.
“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing!” You squeal, “I actually have a telescope we can look through if you end up staying the night! Have you ever looked through one before? It’s so cool. My dad had found one for me last year…” You ramble to Ellie the whole way. You practically kick your room door open and whirl around into it like you’re showing it off.
“Tada!” You grin, “This is my room!”
“Woah!” Ellie gasps looking around at all of your posters on the wall. Her gaze travels upward and she screeches when she sees constellations on your ceiling, “ARE THOSE MADE WITH GLOW IN THE DARK STICKERS?!”
“YES!” You scream back and the next thing you know you and Ellie are screaming together.
“GIRLS! STOP THE SCREAMING!” Your mother shouts from the first floor and you abruptly stop screaming. You and Ellie stare at each other in silence before bursting into laughter. You tug her over to the telescope and show her how to use it. Ellie listens closely as you demonstrate it, and jumps at the chance when you give her the opportunity to use it.
~
You and Ellie giggle, huddled up in a corner of your room at who knows what time reading through one of your favorite story books. The two of you take the time to act it out, dramatically reading from the pages to make the other laugh.
“The princess stared longingly at the knight as he got onto his horse. She didn’t know how to ride a horse and wondered what it was like. Was it as fun as it looked? Did it hurt? It didn’t matter. It was a freedom she’d never get the chance to experience.” You read to Ellie.
“Why is this your favorite story?” Ellie asks, “It’s kind of sad.”
“It reminds me of how I feel hearing about my parents’ lives before the world went to shit. I’ve always wondered what it was like to do things that they did. But, because of the way things are now it’s not possible.” You shrug, “The princess does get a happy ending, but she creates it for herself. That’s why it’s my favorite book.”
“That’s cool. I can relate to wanting to do things our parents did.” Ellie sprawls out on the floor, “There are so many places I’d love to see, but I don’t have the chance to.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you with Joel? This is the first time I’ve seen him with someone around my age.”
“If you don’t stop to get some water, I’m going to have you sit out the rest of the day!” You hear Ellie scold you. You turn your head to see her walking over with a glass of water. You give her a sheepish grin, realizing that you’ve been caught. ‘Damn it, I was so close!’
“I didn’t think you’d catch me.” You respond, accepting the glass from her.
“Baby, I know you. If you think the harvest won’t take long, you don’t take your break.” Ellie crosses her arms, watching as you drain the whole glass. You sigh in relief, feeling much better now that you’ve had some water. You hadn’t realized that your throat had started to feel dry.
“Sometimes it’s not needed.” You point out, handing the glass back to her.
“Sometimes it is.” Ellie retorts, shaking her head, “That’s not the reason I came out here, though. Gayle stopped by saying Thistle and the puppies will be ready to come home next week.” She takes a tomato out of your bucket and starts playing with it.
“That’s great!” You grin, placing a tomato into your bucket, “I’m sure Scout will be happy to have his mate and children home.” The border collie was out in the field with the goats right now. You knew he wouldn’t always be around so you were happy that Gayle had agreed to let you breed him with one of hers. You’d have four puppies coming to live with you soon. That would also help a lot with your growing farm. You and Ellie wanted to be able to cover the entire property without worrying about missing areas.
“And I would love to have my girlfriend not faint from dehydration, darlin’. How did you ever manage without me?”
“I took my breaks, but now I’ve got a very attractive and muscular” You squeeze her bicep, feeling her muscles through her flannel, “girlfriend to look out for me. I can afford to be a little reckless.” You give her a cheeky grin. Ellie had always been a bit muscular, but she had taken to working out as a way to help with her trauma. With all of her stamina training, she could run for miles before getting tired.
“You’re lucky I love you.” Ellie chuckles, kissing your cheek, “Is that the last of the tomatoes for today?”
“Yup.” You nod, “I can make tomato soup for dinner tonight.”
“Oh, please.” Ellie groans, walking with you to the house, “Your tomato soup sends me to heaven… and I finished up the flour so we can make grilled cheese.”
“You say that about all of my cooking.” You giggle, bumping her with your hip, “But it’s okay, I feel that way about your cooking, too. I can’t believe you managed to make such a delicious spice rub for the pork.”
“It’s all in the fingers.” Ellie wiggles her fingers, making you laugh.
“Stop it! It is not.” You roll your eyes.
“That’s not what you said last night, baby.”
“You’re right. I was complaining that you needed to stop teasing me.”
“You love it when I do.” Ellie opens the back door and you wipe the dirt from your boots before stepping inside.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t complain.” You say playfully, making eye contact with her over your shoulder.
“That’s true.” Ellie chuckles, watching you place the bucket in the sink, “Why don’t you head into the room and wash up? I can clean and chop up the tomatoes for you.” You smile at her and kiss her cheek.
“Thank you, sweet pea.” You hum and dust off your hands before making your way to your bedroom. You and Ellie ended up sharing the master bedroom. You were very emotional when you cleaned it out, but Ellie helped you every step of the way. You open the room door and pause, your jaw dropping as you take in the decorations.
“E-ELLIE?!” You scream, unable to tear your eyes away, “CAN YOU COME HERE?”
“COMING!” You hear her respond. ‘Where did she get all of these roses from? And…’ You didn’t know how to feel, walking further into the room to marvel at it. Sketches of you decorate the wall, candles flicker on every surface and you feel yourself getting misty-eyed.
“Everything okay, babe?” Ellie sounds from behind you, and you spin around so fast you almost get whiplash.
“Are you serious?” You ask her urgently, “Like, really serious?”
“Yes.” Ellie walks into the room and wraps her arms around your waist, “I want you to marry me, Y/n. You mean so much to me. You saved my life in more ways than one. You nursed me back to health, helped me relearn to use my hand, and continue to work with me through my trauma. You make my heart sing with how kind and caring you are. How loving you are with Scout and the other animals. I can’t imagine how my life would be if I didn’t have you and I don’t want to lose you. Not even for a moment.” She pulls out a gold necklace from her pocket, a ring dangling from the end of it.
“I know wearing rings around the homestead would get in the way so I put it on a chain… I thought about this for a while, and I want to know if you will be my wife, Y/n?” The look Ellie gives you is one of hope and nervousness as you stare at her. ‘Ellie is asking me to marry her? To marry… her?’ You throw your arms around her shoulders and yank her into a heated kiss.
“Of course, I’ll marry you!” You grin at her, “You’re the one who has my heart.”
“Yes!” Ellie does a little happy dance and kisses you passionately. She has you turn around, moving your hair out of the way to put the necklace on you.
“I love you, Y/n.” Ellie whispers in your ear, rocking side to side with you in her arms, “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, Ellie. I’m excited to spend the rest of my life with you.” You tell her, turning around in her arms to face her, “However short or long that may be.”
“I am, too, darlin.” She kisses your forehead, “But if I have any choice, you’re going to be an old lady before you pass away. You can count on that.” That makes your eyes flicker to her upper arm where an intricate tattoo covers the old bite mark. You kiss her shoulder and sigh, the memory of that horrifying day still feeling fresh in your mind.
“You better not die in the process.” You scold her, making her grin at you.
“I don’t plan on doing that. But, I’d jump in front of an infected for you again if that meant that you’d be in my arms.” Ellie murmurs, holding you tightly, “I’m sorry for scaring you that day, but I can’t lose you. Especially not that way. If I could pass my immunity to you, I would.”
“No more bites okay? I can only purposefully burn my wife once.” You poke her shoulder, “And you’re lucky you knew someone who’d tattoo you.”
“A tattoo of your favorite flowers on half my arm is worth the pain, my darling wife.” Ellie smiles and your heart flutters. Wife. Now that was something you’d be able to get used to.
“Speaking of passing on my immunity.” Ellie clears her throat and walks to a box on the counter, “I did it.” She opens the box, a soft hiss sounding as a cool vapor rises into the air.
“You made the cure?!” You gasp, walking over to her. In the box was a vial and syringe with a thick needle that has you flinching.
“I won’t go into details, but I managed to track someone down a few years ago. We’ve been working on it this whole time.” Ellie smiles at you, “The trade-off was they got to inject their family, too. They were actually used as the testers. As long as I keep it cold, it’ll last.” She hands you the vial and you stare at it. It looked like actual strands of mycelium.
“Ellie, is this…” You glance at her.
“To put it simply, it’s a piece from the mycelium in me.” Ellie rubs the back of her neck, “You don’t want to know how we got it.”
“So what do we do?” You question, handing the vial back to her.
“I have you lay down and I inject this into the back of your neck.” Ellie picks up the syringe and shows you the thick needle, “The cordyceps will do the rest.”
“Let’s do it.” You say, turning to go lay on the bed. You were terrified, but if you thought about it any longer you might talk yourself out of it. Ellie takes the time to prep the area she’s going to inject you, softly talking to you to keep you relaxed.
“Okay, baby. I’m going to inject it. It’s going to burn because it’s not passing into your body the traditional way.” Ellie whispers. Before you can respond, you feel the pinch of the needle. Then, came the burn. You screamed in pain, clutching the back of your neck as if you’d been bitten. Ellie cradled you in her arms the whole time.
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What if Riley had a twin and watched over Ellie for her? What if Ellie wasn't the only one who was immune? What if the cordyceps modified into something more?
Chapter 1: We Meet
Chapter 2: Losses
Chapter 3: Crashes
Chapter 4: Trust
Chapter 5: Tag-alongs
Chapter 6: Hellish Escape
Chapter 7: Reunions
Chapter 8: Get Up
Chapter 9: Left Behind
Chapter 10: Winter
Chapter 11: Cold Guilt
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nonbeliever; ellie williams.
chapter two - waiting hours.
series masterlist
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art = @sunsbleeding
summary: A name is scratched from the list.
general warnings/notes: language, violence, brief gore, cursing, death, weapons (guns, knives, axe), familial issues, mentions of religion/implied religious trauma, implied suicidal thoughts.
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Isolation was nothing foreign to Amaya. She felt its breeze throughout childhood, recognized its kiss when the Abel curse sang true, and saw it in the mirror every waking moment. In the grey walls of the FEDRA military academy, Riley and a then 9-year-old Amaya had shared a room, but the youngest Abel was certain her older sister slept in someone else’s every night. She just didn’t know it was Ellie William’s, whose roommate was thrown into the “hole” and never came back. Fuck her, Amaya would repeat in a mantra once the clock passed 10 o’clock, too late for there to be a chance for Riley to shuffle through their door. It’s her choice. However shitty.
When the sun rose, she would get up with her alarm, haze through her day like a ghost, and only come alive once the clock’s arms skidded past 4. She called the window of time the Waiting Hours, where Amaya would bask in the silence of her solitude on her rickety bed and stare at the doorway in expectance. Riley only came through it twice.
The first time was the day following their arrival. After eight hours of school and training like the girl hadn’t become Death itself barely a week prior, Amaya was glacierized upon her bed. She pressed herself further and further into the metal frame but felt no pain, no sting of cold from the chilled brass. She waited and watched and when her eyes grew heavy, Amaya dug her nails into her palms until the blood pooling in the divots was enough to keep her up. It wasn’t until after dark when Riley arrived.
Her head hung low, she shuffled in. Whether it was in shame or grief, Amaya didn’t know. Riley grimaced as she dropped her hunched body onto her bed, still unmade from the night before. She turned away from her younger sister, features drowned in the shadows of the dim room.
“Riley?” Amaya whispered, her voice not yet vacant of childish wonder. Her sister stayed firmly in the shadows for a couple of seconds, then finally turned, allowing the flickering desk lamp to unveil her true nature. A bruise, purple and swelling, burrowed itself over Riley’s watering left eye. It, unlike the shadows that she left behind, was all-consuming, like all that made her face up was that violent, aggressive black eye. Amaya was silent. Even as Riley turned back around and fell onto her pillow. Even as the hour reached that of ungodliness. Even as her sister left with the sun’s call.
She didn’t know why she offered nothing, but this wasn’t her sister. This was not the girl she grew up with, hiccuping laughter and rebellious grins accompanying every sentence. This was a stranger who just happened to be violently familiar. Riley didn’t come back the next night, or the hundreds that followed, and the guilt was sharp against her veins. So Amaya learned some first aid. She took out nearly a hundred books on all types of burns, bruises, and breaks at the academy library, hoping that maybe next time Riley returned with a black eye, Amaya’s skills would be enough to convince her sister to stay.
The second time Riley came back was a little over two years later, in the peak of the morning’s glow. There was no black eye this time, but trembling hands and bleeding knuckles. Riley, now almost fourteen, was starting to look more and more like their mother; thin braids wrapped back by green fabric, full cheeks, and freckles kissing the bridge of her nose. She stood in the doorway like she didn’t belong there, then shuffled passed where a dumbfounded Amaya sat at her cluttered desk. Riley fell onto the nearest bed, which was exactly how she left it; unmade, cold, empty. She looked at her sister, and Amaya understood.
Ignoring the sting of angry tears and ringing of unsaid chastising that ricochetted in her head, Amaya pulled the bandages and stolen gauze from the readied box under her bed and ripped a piece from her already frayed bed sheet. Slow and careful, like Riley was some rabid beast ready to lunge, Amaya stepped towards her sister and kneeled at her feet. Hands still shaking and dripping onto the wooden panels, Riley faced them toward the ceiling, displaying two crooked fingers that quaked with very shuttering breath. The work was done quickly, and not without tears or groans. When she was finished, Amaya forced Riley to lay back on the bed and tucked the covers up to her shoulders like their father used to do.
In the morning, she was gone again.
In the morning, Amaya first felt the paralysis. In its first wave, she was alone, but not without the ghost of her sister staring back at her.
In the morning, once the chill of stillness has thawed, Amaya moved to sit at her desk again, where she kept a small mirror. A face, ever-patchy and dull, the grey twinge of stress creeping along her hairline despite her young age, stared back at her. Like Riley, this girl wasn’t the one she grew up with. Or maybe she had always been there, festering beneath the surface. Either way, she never vanished, even three years later when there was no hope that Riley might come home.
To be alone is to be unburdened, her mother used to say, ever a poet. But Amaya had never felt a burden greater than this isolation and was becoming so familiar that she might as well start calling it a sister. And now, trekking across a highway of overgrowth and decay, surrounded by three more strangers, she wished for nothing more than to be alone.
Her axe heaving with the weight of longing for its original owner, Amaya swore her bones grew heavier with every step. Maybe it was because of the head wound or how she hadn’t slept since Boston, but this fatigue was past physical; whatever life she had left in her was slowly dissipating, seeping from her veins and pouring from her fingertips. So slow, that it felt like it would take a million years to finally deplete. Amaya wondered what crimes she might have committed in past lifetimes that would warrant such a punishment, but quickly remembered the atrocities of this one. With the hundredth huff of the afternoon, Amaya slogged on.
“Has the bleeding stopped?” Amaya resisted the urge to look at the sienna eyes that unabashedly stared her down. Ellie, who was about as well-rested as the taller girl had ever seen her, hadn’t strayed from her side since leaving their temporary camp on the outskirts of the city. She was there when they’d seen how the sun’s magnificence bounced from the glass panels turning eroding skyscrapers into statues of divinity. She was there when Tess made them stop to reapply the bandage haloed around Amaya’s head (as she bit down on a piece of cloth to muffle the groans, Amaya wondered if the tears were from the pain of her wound of the sheer ferocity of the fire in Ellie’s stare). She was there now, even as Amaya tried to lose her between Joel and Tess.
“I’m fine,” was all Amaya could push out. In some odd way, she was relieved that Ellie was close. Tess and Joel could handle the four of them fine, but deep underneath the cloth of time and memory, Amaya wanted to be near in case of danger. For the promise.
Protect Ellie.
Amaya tried to speed up for the millionth time, but her lack of energy and the fact that Ellie seemed determined to stay barely an arm’s length away drowned her efforts away. As Ellie glanced over for the umpteenth time, she wondered how skeletal she might look now as the sun seemed to make everything glow but her. Lost in her thoughts, she missed Ellie calling to Tess and Joel for a short break and was thankful when they all found a place to sit.
Pulling herself up on the closest abandoned car hood, Ellie leaned against the one opposite to her.
“You should’ve slept,” she chastised as metal creaked beneath her weight.
“Would you rather have been completely vulnerable and have a bullet in your skull right now?”
As Ellie dreamed as peacefully as she could on a patch of grass hours prior, Amaya stayed awake on her armchair just out of reach of the sunlight pouring from the opening in the ceiling. Half to prevent a ghost from staring her down when she woke up, half because she knew now what Joel and Tess were capable of; after Amaya was lucid enough to question where the FEDRA guard went, Ellie filled her in. She pictured her and Ellie’s bodies buried somewhere, the adults finally worn tired of their antics, then realized that Joel and Tess probably wouldn’t even have to decency to give them a proper burial.
After slapping on the small watch Marlene packed in her bag, she counted down the hours until daybreak, watching Ellie’s chest rise and fall as the wisps of hair that escaped her ponytail flowed over her face in waves when the wind chose tranquility.
Ellie grimaced. “They wouldn’t do that.”
“We don’t know that. We don’t know them. If they wanted to get rid of us, it’d be an easy fight.”
Ellie hummed in dissent, a grin beginning to creep its way up her cherubic face. “You did some damage with that rock last night.”
Amaya turned her face toward the sun to hide a grin of her own. “Only ‘cause I’ve been running on adrenaline and canned beans for the last few weeks.
A silence settled over them and a voice reminded her that she was not allowed peace. Her legacy was not one of stillness and quiet.
“Come on,” Tess called as Joel glowered behind her. “We’re losing light.”
It was barely afternoon yet, but Amaya was thankful for the excuse to ignore the prying of the ghosts that made her up.
“Where the fuck are they already?” Ellie asked from a few feet ahead of Amaya. They had been walking for three hours now, and it was like the sun was glaring especially bright just to make her headache worse. From where she stood in their line, Joel taking up the back and Tess the front, she peered out towards the wreckage of Boston. However colorless and broken down, the view was calming. The beauty in chaos, as Maria would have called it.
“You’ll know it when they’re close,” Tess called back.
“I didn’t know last time,” Ellie mumbled. But Amaya did. She had known, looked it straight in its yellow, veiny eye. How could she miss the beast when its claws, fangs, and evil were born from her blood?
“How did you get bit?” Tess inquired. If Amaya’s stomach hadn’t dropped before, it was plummeting now. A chill settling over her shoulders, she slid past the pair and claimed a spot at the front of their procession.
Her anonymity, her erasure from this narrative was the one thing Ellie could grant if she chose to. Maybe even one thing she might deserve in the eyes of whoever claimed holiness in a world of iniquitousness. Amaya’s eyes fell to her feet as her nerves rattled.
“You know the old mall in the QZ?” Ellie began, and Amaya’s nerves rattled.
“The one that’s sealed off and boarded up, and no one’s supposed to go in…ever? That the right one?”
“Whatever,” Ellie sighed. “I snuck in, wanted to see what it was like. Didn’t think there was gonna be anything in there, and then one just came at me outta nowhere. Thought I got away, but…”
“So it was just you in there, alone?”
“Yeah,” she said and Amaya unclenched her calloused hands, pretending not to notice specks of blood in the crescent-shaped creases. But Ellie’s gaze rested on her, and that’s how she knew she was fucked. Amaya could feel it; blistering and sharp enough to cut all the blood from her body. But the odd thing about it was when it came to comparing the sun’s glare and hers, only one could raise the dead within her.
Tess said nothing more, and the older woman might not have connected the dots fully, but there was a knowing glint in her bruised eyes when Amaya briefly pivoted to look back at the rest of the group. So much for secrets.
The quartet eventually reached Tess and Joel’s choice lookout spot; 20 stories of mold infestations and mildew. The hotel, complete with a makeshift pond in the lobby and a new biohazard on each floor, was probably a hot spot for all types of disease and infection. As they moved up ten flights of groaning stairs, Amaya had to refrain from raising her shirt over her nose.
“Fuck,” Tess heaved as they reached the landing and Joel cleared the hallway.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Ellie teased as she looked back at Amaya, smirking at her struggle up the last step.
“You try climbing ten fuckin’ floors with our knees, see how you feel.”
Water dripped from the ceiling and sunlight shone through fogged windows. Amaya leaned against the door frame and panted, her mind shot back to the Fireflies’ base in the city. However unwelcoming, she was starting to miss it. The group rounded the corner into a dimly lit hall to find their path blocked by a caved-in ceiling.
“Well, when the fuck did that happen?” Tess grumbled as Joel began to poke around the rubble with the mouth of his gun. Once they discovered that both doors that paralleled the group were jammed shut, Tess proposed that she climb through a small gap in the rubble and snake her way to the other side, but Ellie objected.
“Well, I’m the smallest so it’d be easier for me to get through,” she reasoned.
Tess tilted her head and Ellie sighed, knowing her answer before she even opened her lips. “You die and we get nothing. You stay.”
“What about me?” Amaya proposed, voice hoarse from the lack of talking. “I’m only a little bit taller than Ellie and the Fireflies don’t need me, anyway.
“What about that Maria woman?”
Amaya looked down at her palms, still stained with the red tint of guilt. Did she have something waiting beyond this? A sister, a family, a life? Since finding out about the possibility that Maria managed to survive the past 5 years, she’d been trying to stop the pessimistic thoughts, but just because there was hope, didn’t mean there wasn’t sorrow to come. Amaya kept thinking about her ‘paradise in hell’ and wondered if it was just doublespeak for an unforgiving afterlife.
“No point in searching for someone who’s probably dead,” she abridged.
Tess considered her with concern for a moment before shoving her pack into the younger girl’s hands. “You both stay,” she commanded and began her ascent.
Ellie looked at her with worry in her eyes. Despite the flutter of her ashed heart, Amaya did nothing but shrug and lean against the wall as Joel boosted Tess up. A few awkwardly silent moments passed and Ellie moved to sit by Amaya’s feet like she had back in the QZ. Steadily growing more bored each second her sullen companions remained silent, she started flipping her switchblade in the air.
“Nice knife” Joel grumbled out. Ellie paused, looked at him, then continued her act. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
“The circus.”
Joel and Amaya gave an exasperated sigh in sync, causing Ellie to roll her eyes.
“Where are you from?” she asked, less in kindness and more in obligation. Joel began to grumble a response, but Amaya's attention, ever vigilant, was captured by something other than small talk and sienna eyes.
Her axe glinted as shards of gold sliced through the rumble, creating ribbons of rippling fire across the walls like back in her childhood room. When she allowed a brief glance at Ellie’s eyes, no difference existed between them and the glow. The beginnings of a smile twinged at the sides of Amaya's lips but quickly vanished when she realized Joel was watching her.
“Where’d you get it?” He wondered, probably the kindest words he’d ever said to her. Amaya watched him for a second, looking for any pinch of ingenuity in his stare. She found nothing.
“Off some dead guy,” she feigned nonchalantness.
“Yeah,” Ellie continued, “after she killed him.”
Joel raised a brow in suspicion as Amaya, lips thinned, looked at the girl incredulously.
“What?” Ellie whispered, but not quiet enough for Joel to miss. “I’m trying to make you look tough!”
Amaya rolled her eyes and stalked off down the hall, losing her battle against a grin as Ellie continued to describe to Joel all the ways her accomplice could kill a man. She wandered into a guest room, which was just as pristine as the lobby. Dragging her fingers across the ledge of a rusted mirror, Amaya wondered what it might’ve been like here on outbreak day, what the panic of being away from home might’ve felt like. Cold and heavy and ardent, she supposed. Not exactly unfamiliar.
She settled herself on what was left of the mattress, carefully dodging the suspicious stains by the foot of the bed, and let the tension flow from her muscles. To be alone was to be unburdened, she remembered, even when this room screamed death and decay. The open window flowed nature’s breath against the torn fabric of the curtain, and on the dresser, a small piece of paper quivered. Deciding to entertain her curiosity, Amaya leaned across the bed and picked it up. For the second time in two days, she would soon wish she hadn’t let eagerness win.
On the backside of the yellowing polaroid four words were scrawled— “Super Sammy - 2019”. The handwriting looked like that of someone her age; messily looped and barely legible. Amaya flipped the picture over to reveal a young boy who couldn’t be older than 10. His brown skin was of the same shade as hers and one of his front teeth was missing. Despite the holes in his shirt, he smiled up at the camera like sunshine itself. Over his eyes, colored in with red marker, was a mask like Amaya had seen on superheroes in the few children’s books she had back in New Jersey. If it weren’t for the grey, eroding setting behind the boy, the picture could’ve been from a time when all someone had to worry about was taxes. Amaya didn’t think she’d ever seen anyone so happy.
“Amaya?” Ellie’s voice rang out from down the hall and she was throttled back into her reality; mildew, mold, and monstrosities. She shoved the picture into her back pocket where it rested against The List and hurried back to the group.
Once Tess unjammed the door separating her from the rest of the group, she led them past the wreckage and to a plastic-shrouded balcony. As soon as she slipped by the plastic which Tess held back, her sinuses were overwhelmed with the smell of rot from the enveloping plants as a lofty buzzing filled the air. Ellie eagerly rushed to the ledge and leaned so far forward, Amaya was tempted to pull her back by the sleeve of her jacket. The older girl looked back to Tess and Joel, who stood looking out on the city with solemn expressions.
“What?” She questioned and tightened her hold on her axe. Tess shook her head and walked up beside her.
“You see that?” The woman pointed to the patch of yellowing grass between two crumbling rows of houses. Confused, Amaya squinted, before realizing her mistake in recognition. It wasn’t a patch of grass. The strange buzzing wasn’t the wind and the smell of rot wasn’t from the encompassing nature. A herd of infected, maybe a hundred of them, lay on the concrete in close quarters like they were one unit. Some slithered, some were motionless. But all of them hissed with a hunger that ran for generations. If Riley were with them. she would’ve joked that it was just another Abel family reunion.
“I thought that was just more overgrowth…” Amaya mumbled and stepped away from the ledge.
“The last time we were here they were still deep inside the buildings.”
“And how long ago was that?” Ellie wondered. The sun passed over the herd and they squirmed, screeches echoing louder like they were being burned alive.
“…Three weeks.”
Ellie hummed in response and joined Amaya on leveled ground. “So we’re not going that way, huh?”
“No,” Tess sighed.
“What do we do then?” Ellie's eyes widened as she remembered their other option. “The short way?”
“Museum.”
Squashed between ivy-covered rubble, the building didn’t exactly look welcoming. Windows punched in and the door ajar, patches and vines of cordyceps snaked over its brick face. Amaya eyed it suspiciously and backed the group like merely peering up at the clusters would send her into a murderous frenzy.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Ellie frowned.
“There’s a way across from the top floor.”
Joel stepped passed Amaya and punched the butt of his gun into the nearest cluster of fungi, which cracked and caved in, releasing a puff of dust. Amaya took another five steps back. The last time she was this close to the fungus, there was blood on her hands when the sun rose.
“It’s bone dry,” Joel stood. “It could mean they’re all finally dead in there.”
He and Tess bent down and swung their packs down to the knees, pulling out flashlights. Amaya did the same.
“Marlene pack you one of these or just sandwiches?”
Kneeling on the ground, Amaya sifted through her bag, packing and unpacking, until she realized that there was no flashlight. She groaned and slumped against her legs.
“You can have mine,” Ellie reached her torch out to the frustrated girl. “Nothing’s gonna happen to me even if I can’t see them coming.”
Tess peered back at her. “You’re not immune from being ripped apart. You understand?”
A silence settled over the group and Ellie pressed her chapped lips together. Distantly, Amaya could still hear the infected’s hissing. She raised herself from the vine-covered ground and readied her axe. They proceeded through the door.
Littered with dust and a few bodies of infected, their heads caved and limbs webbed together like some fucked-up version of an embrace, Ellie and Amaya stayed close to each other. They stalked through the first hall, eyes sharp, and only saw a single body. Amaya quickly concluded that he had been shot outside of the museum and simply crawled inside, seeking a quiet place to die. Until she saw the claw marks and Tess’s words ricocheted around her head. With a push of her arm, she forced Ellie in front of her as Amaya kept an eye on the darkness slowly swallowing the hall behind her.
Silent as instructed, they climbed the stairs. As they creaked, the ceiling gave an aching groan, dust loosening like snow above the group. Like the herd back in the open, a cluster of infected bunched together on the second landing. Yellowing tendrils stretched from their empty eye sockets and mouths. Luckily they had fused with the rest of the rubble and no hissing could be heard besides that of Amaya’s pulse, but Joel’s shoulders remained squared.
A crunch echoed and everyone froze. Looking down, she saw Ellie’s converse-clad foot over the hollow hand of one of the beasts. The ceiling groaned again, but not with age—-with the presence of something ancient and wicked. Quicker this time, Joel crept up the remaining stairs and hurried to creak the door open, but as soon as he was passed the doorway, the ceiling gave a final lurch. Within two seconds, dust, beams, and concrete hailed down as Ellie and Tess flung themselves passed the doorframe. Amaya, who had been peering down the steps, had no time to react. If she had moved barely a foot, the wooden beam that swung tauntingly would’ve pierced right through her.
Amaya could faintly hear Ellie’s muffle voice yelling her name, but all she could process was her heavy breathing. “Fuck,” she panted and started to claw at the ruin, only giving up when her palms started to tear. “Fuck!”
Then, a screech. Sharp and pitched like a bird’s call, bloody and desperate like a starving animal. All was still. There was no shuffling on the other side of the ruin. Ellie didn’t dare yell for her and Amaya didn’t dare breathe. As the breath caught in her throat, she turned her head to look through the settling dust and down the stairs.
When the clicking started, Amaya ran.
She could hear the beast barrelling up the stairs and knew to not look back until she reached the dead end of the hallway. Swerving left and right, she prayed for a place to take shelter, and for the first time in her life, her wish was granted. Amaya barrelled through the narrow doorway to her left and practically fused herself with the wall. The room was doorless and nearly pitch black. On the other side of the wall where Joel, Tess, and Ellie might be, more screeching rasped. But they had guns and flashlights. They weren’t alone. All Amaya had was an axe she didn’t know how to wield and ghosts, who she soon would join.
The beast was up the staircase now and barely even ten feet away. It clicked and rasped as it stalked down the hall. Amaya clamped her mouth shut and it was just like the day before at the QZ, but this time, Ellie’s warmth couldn’t be felt. Amaya was alone. She was going to die alone.
Right next to her ear, the beast clicked and beckoned her toward fate. It should have been you. It should have been you.
Amaya supposed Riley’s voice could only mean that death was creeping closer and anger began to brew in her stomach. This wasn’t fucking fair. Not even 24 hours after she was told that Maria might still be alive, she was inches away from her own demise. It didn’t matter that she, regardless of Riley and Marlene’s claims, was likely rotting somewhere—a mirror of beast beside her.
She could let it happen as she would have let Marlene kill her back at the QZ. Maybe fate would spare her and make it quick. Or maybe it would take its time as it had with her sister, her mother, her father. It clicked again like it was trying to tell her something in morse code. Amaya remembered then the stolen book still in her bag, waiting to be read. She remembered how Riley has wanted to learn when they were young but gave up after a day. She remembered the picture of Super Sammy in her pocket. Would he give up this easily? No. Super Sammy was a believer in hope, not fate. A saint amongst sinners. He would not cower like she was.
Fate was like a father to her; absent when she needed it, glaring and unabashed when she wanted to be left alone. And she wasn’t going to let it win this time.
Whipping herself around the corner as she should’ve done when Joel and Tess first intruded at the Firefly base, Amaya stuck it in the neck. Not enough to kill it, but enough to send it reeling back into the wall. She stuck her foot into its stomach and yanked the axe from its neck, sending blood squirting into her face. Amaya had almost forgotten that she was 14 and inexperienced.
The clicking beast screamed with more terror and grabbed her by her shoulders, pushing her to the floor, and pinned her arms above her head. Amaya screamed for Joel, for Tess, for Ellie, but no one would come. She was alone. She was going to die alone.
Amaya was fed up. Of being left behind, of only knowing anger and sadness as friends. She was fed up with fate and faith, with chance and luck. This wasn’t fucking fair. So she did what she did best—-swung until she saw red.
Reaching to her left where her axe had fallen, she plowed it into its shoulder, into its chest, back into its neck. When it fell motionless, she didn’t stop. She kneeled over it, screaming and swinging, never taking her eyes off its face. Hair patched around the remnants of its scalp and it still had a single eye intact. Brown, like Ellie’s. Like Maria’s. Like Riley’s.
When she was finished, she took her damn time to try and find a way to the other side of the rubble. Eventually, she stumbled upon a jammed door, and on the other side, gunshots echoed against screaming—-Ellie’s screaming. Amaya slammed her body against the door until it gave way, revealing an infected toppled over her and Joel as they struggled. Amaya slammed her axe down again and this time it landed in the dead center of its skull.
Panting, she didn’t care to retrieve her weapon. She looked down at Joel and Ellie, who only stared back.
“What the fuck was that?” She asked. No response was given. Ellie was still staring. Not at her, Amaya quickly realized, but at the blood that patterned itself across her brown skin. She could taste it on her lips, feel it drip from a spot on her cheek. Weapon, killer, monster. **
You killed them, May.
Amaya quickly turned away from them and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket. Behind her, the beast began to screech again and drag itself, impaled head and all, towards her. Tess, who had just rounded the corner with a gun of her own, delivered the final shot.
Amaya stared at her victim in silence. Once everyone was breathing normally, Joel asked “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Amaya glowered. “Thanks for fucking leaving me by the way.”
Her eyes flew from person to person but came to rest on Ellie. Amaya’s ears burned as she blinked rapidly. She knew that the pile of rock and wood between them would have withstood anything Ellie might’ve thrown at it, but still. Amaya would have tried. If not for the stupid promise, then for her own sake.
Ellie looked like she wanted to say something, but Tess stilled and pointed to her wrist.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie rolled up her shirt sleeve to reveal another bite mark and Amaya had to resist going off on her. Riley was barely even bitten and it took four hours for her to be gone. Ellie had now been bitten twice, and nothing would happen. She wouldn’t start to twitch as Riley did. She wouldn’t lose control of her mind, her body… this wasn’t fucking fair.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
On the roof of her almost grave, Amaya stared out at Boston again, growing further and further away from what rooted her there. With her red-tinted gaze, it was getting harder to see all that beauty Maria would talk about.
Joel and Tess sat by the windowsill and splinted Tess’s sprained ankle, but the pair kept looking at Amaya across the makeshift bridge. Maybe in anticipation for Ellie’s sanity to crumble, maybe in shame for abandoning Amaya. Probably not the latter. i
She tried to put as much space between her and Ellie, but it was like she magnetically attracted tragedies; she could feel Ellie’s gaze and didn’t have to think twice about who was cautiously coming up behind her.
“I’m sorry,” was all she said. No explanation and, Amaya was trying to convince herself, no remorse. The state house glowed almost as maliciously as her thoughts.
Without considering Ellie’s presence any longer, Amaya spun to Joel and Tess. “We should keep moving. The sun’s starting to go down.”
The place was fucking deserted. First, it was the odd silence, then the empty truck, then the blood on the steps. And lastly, the bodies. Ridden with gunshot wounds and in pools of their own barely settled blood, their stares were black. Upon seeing the corpses, Amaya rushed to inspect each one, looking for familiar locs of black hair.
“Shit,” she kept whispering as she sailed to the next body. The last one was a man, barely over twenty with dark hair on his shoulders. His eyes had gone grey and angry veins crawled up the side of his face. Amaya released her lungs from the clutches of fear when she saw nothing familiar.
“One of them was bit,” she called to the rest of the group. Tess was frantically searching through the dead Fireflies’ supplies and quickly turned on the girls.
“Where did Marlene say she was taking you?” She demanded.
“Just west,” Amaya mumbled cautiously.
“Just west. Fuck. Okay.” She ran a hand through her greying hair. “And what about that Maria woman? Where’s she supposed to be?”
“I…I don’t know. The only people who did are dead now.”
Grateful that her sister wasn’t amongst them, she hadn’t had the chance to consider what this meant for her. Maria wasn’t there. There was no one alive able to tell her where she was last. She no longer had any point of direction.
“One of them has got to have a map on them, right?” Tess continued panicking. “Joel, can you help me?”
“It’s over, Tess. It’s over. We’re going home.”
“That’s not my fucking home!”
Amaya’s fingers wrapped tight around the hilt of her axe as she distanced herself in front of Ellie, who had slowly sailed to her side. Joel’s silence was unlike the quiet that was constantly settled over his shoulders; he watched Tess, who kept backing away, with his lips parted, but he could not speak, paralyzed with something Amaya knew well—-otherness.
Tess raised her chin and stood. “I’m staying. I mean…our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
“Fuck.” Ellie whispered. “She’s infected.”
“Show me,” was all Joel could work past his lips. Tess pulled down the collar of her red button-up and showcased the beginnings of decay. Veiny and angry, the red tendrils were already creeping up her neck.
“Take your bandage off,” the marred woman commanded. Ellie, eyes heavy with memory, sighed and did as she was told. Just as Amaya dreaded, her bite was just that—a bite. No redness, no vines of malice.
“Joel, this is real,” Tess continued. She held her arm up against Ellie’s and pulled her forward in display like a circus animal. When her arm started to shake, she flopped it to her side. “Joel, she’s fucking real…I need you to get her to Bill and Frank’s.”
“No.”
“They’ll take her off your hands. They’ll know what to do.”
Unsure of her place in this discussion, Amaya mumbled, “My sister—”
“I’m sorry, Amaya, but you’re sister is probably fucking dead. You said it yourself. Go with them. Stay with Ellie, protect Ellie.”
Amaya shut her mouth in a snap. She’d almost forgotten. As Joel shook his head like a screw was loose in his neck and Tess repeated ‘they’ll know what to do’ like she was trying to convince herself. Amaya was back in the mall.
Staring at the marbled title, Amaya thought of her victims. Two she forbade herself from thinking about for more than a few seconds, one who she killed barely an hour ago. Was the person-turned-beast from the museum once a parent? A child? A sibling? Had she been staring at some fucked-up version of foreshadowing the whole time? And was Tess not the same now? Was Riley not the same?
Amaya was no stranger to guilt, and she knew Ellie wasn’t either. Why her and why not those who deserved preservation? The reason Riley had been in the mall in the first place was to make her happy. Not as deep down as she’d like rested a red-hot resentment of the girl, but also a sense of comradery, a connection born of tragedy. Their lifelines connected the moment Amaya decided to step foot in that goddamned mall and it would remain intertwined for the rest of their lives. She shouldn’t blame someone that was practically a mirror of herself. But now, as Tess’s eyes began to water, Amaya felt a deep sorrow for the girl.
She only came alive when a bullet sliced through the skull of the awakened Firefly by Ellie’s feet. They were all still for a second as the feeling of foreboding settled in the air. Something was happening. Something was awakening. Not too far in the distance, the hissing began again. Joel hurried to the door, poked his head out, and returned with his stony eyes set on one thing—Ellie.
Amaya raised her axe past her waist and assumed her position in front of the girl. Her head pivoted between Tess and Joel. If she hadn’t been scared of them before, she was now. Tess wouldn’t be able to buffer Joel’s rage and apathy this time.
“How many?” Tess asked in an eerily calm tone.
“All of them. We got maybe a minute.”
Tess began knocking open the barrels the Fireflies left behind until the circle of them created a sour-smelling brown river over the floor, pooling in the divots of the marble. As she dropped a crate of grenades over the substance and pulled a rusty lighter from her pants pocket, Amaya realized her plan. She was making sure they wouldn’t follow.
Tess closed in on an emotionless Joel and whispered to him. He stared at the woman for the few seconds he allowed himself, then turned on his heel and grabbed ahold of Ellie. Amaya moved to protest, raising her axe above her shoulders, but a quivering hand rested itself on her shoulder.
She felt like the biggest fucking hypocrite. Five minutes ago, she had been storming about them abandoning her back in the museum despite knowing there was nothing they could have done. Now, staring into the eyes of a woman cursed, she was doing unto them as they did unto her. But this was Tess’s choice. If her death had to come, it would be by her own hands.
Ashamed, Amaya looked down to see the glass of her watch glimmering. 5:32, it read. Just on time. It was the Waiting Hours, but it was her turn to leave. With one last glance, Amaya hurried away.
Without her knowing the name was even on it, Tess was scratched from the list.
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Pretend I'm a stranger
n/a: this is a mini-series of Tiktok Couple Trends w/Ellie that I looooove and I also wanted to write fluff moments!! Also we can slowly see how their relationship develops slowly, this will be short chapter, not longs btw.
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“Okay, babe, one moment,” Ellie said, setting up the phone. “So, we are at Target and I’m going to pretend to be a stranger trying to flirt with you, yeah?”
“Mhm,” you agree while looking at some candles for the apartment.
“Hey, mama,” she comes up to you with a smirk, rubbing her hands together like a total player.
“Hey,” you say nicely, trying not to laugh when her smile drops.
“Why are you saying ‘hey’ for? You have a girl already; don’t say ‘hey’ to nobody.”
“I’m trying to be nice?”
“Don’t be! Again, do it right,” she goes to the phone and cuts to start recording a second take. “Hi, pretty thing.”
You ignore her this time and keep looking at the candles; she nods satisfied.
“This candle smells just as good as you,” she grabs one, smelling it a little bit. It does smell truly good.
“For real? Let me smell it,” you try to grab it, brushing her fingers for a second, but she screams.
“Why are you touching another girl’s hand?!”
“I just wanted to smell the candle; I was not flirting.” Your laugh can be heard throughout the whole aisle; Ellie furrows her brows as she gazes at you from top to bottom.
“Oh, you ain’t going to shop alone again; next thing I know you’re leaving me for some candles.”
“Stop the drama, oh my god!” You fan your face; this was rather amusing. “Let’s try again; I swear I’ll do it better.”
Ellie shakes her head in disappointment while cuts the video and presses record again. “Well, hello there, beauti-”
“I’M MARRIED!” You scream very loud, and burst out laughing the next second. Ellie joins your laughter after she’s out of her shock and goes to end the video.
“I loved that; we should get married,” she said, saving her phone in her back pocket.
“First, help me buy things for our apartment, yeah?”
#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie fanfic#ellie smut#lgbtq#wlw#poc reader#black reader#fem reader#x reader#female reader#snowy vee
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well, two can play that game ; ellie williams
pairing: college!ellie willams x afab!reader
chapter: one-shot (4.6k words)
warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact!! dom!ellie x femme!reader, poc friendly, sexual content, angst, past relationship, jealousy, abby x reader (briefly for plot tension), reader and ellie are toxic petty, semi-public sex, hatesex if u squint but they love each other so idk angry sex is more accurate.
summary: you and ellie hadn't spoken since you broke up a few months ago and suddenly she shows up to this party with another girl on her arm.
inspired by heartbeat by childish gambino
author's note: soo linger got so much more love than I expected I love u guys wish I could respond to comments or follow y'all back but this isn't my main acc rip, just know that I'm lurking and appreciate all the reblogs and love <3
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The music was booming, noise reverberated through the walls of the home belonging to whichever current popular kid was hosting this weeks Friday party.
You had been in a bit of a rut recently, not really taking time out of your schedule to have fun and live like you should be living, Dina was aware of that. So today, she had forced convinced you to come to some sports-heads party.
"Come on, get dressed" She had said, with a smug smile as you lifted yourself off the bed and into your bathroom to get ready.
You had worn a silky, long black skirt. It reached the ends of your shins with a long slit that exposed your leg all the way up to your thigh. On top, you wore a simple tee, with a long strip of thick eyeliner along your skin.
And here you were. Sighing to yourself as you watched the typical acts of debauchery unfold amongst your peers.
A bottle of alcohol was soon in your line of sight, Dina holding it up to you after just having taken a swig herself.
"Here, looks like you need it."
You grabbed the clear bottle and drank, grimacing at the harsh taste that was developing in your mouth.
You, Dina and Jesse had settled on sitting in-front of the couch on the floor, you tended to be a floor sitter; being crosslegged was quite comfortable.
In that moment, the front door of the owner's house swung open, and you felt your heart drop.
In walks Ellie Williams, your ex-girlfriend, with another girl clutching on to her arm. You watched as the duo did their rounds, greeting the people they knew and joking briefly. Ellie looked around the living room, looking for a place to base, her green eyes landed on where you, Dina and Jesse were sat before making her way over, causing you to sigh.
That was possibly the last thing you had wanted, to be in an environment with your ex and her new conquest. You and Ellie had broken up a few months ago, not through lack of love, and definitely not due to bad sex. Quite the opposite. Ellie had a habit of self-sabotage, you'd get close to her and then one day she'd freeze and want to cut off all connection. She was a ghost, you knew this. That's why you broke up in the first place. It had been a painful wound which had still not healed over.
Technically, you had no say. There was nothing you could say about her sitting with you guys, Dina was Ellie's friend as much as she was yours, and despite the painful breakup, you wouldn't force her to pick sides. It would've been nice to know in advance that Ellie was going to come, though. At least then you could've prepared for the pang in your chest as the girl interlocked her fingers onto Ellie's as they sat.
Dina threw you a sympathetic look, as if to say, 'I didn't know she was gonna be here..'
You took another swig of the alcohol as conversations between Ellie and the group started, knowing you couldn't avoid her any longer. You hadn't spoken to each other since she left, there were so many things left unsaid.
Focusing on the music, you nodded your head along to the beat of the song that was playing over the speakers, your eyes glancing at the crowd dancing in the middle of the living room, observing.
You suddenly got the sense that you were being watched, your eyes flickered away from the crowd and into the green eyes that were staring you down from across the group.
Ellie looked at you with no expression, her hand resting on the unknown girl's thigh. She caught your eyes look down towards her hand and glanced back up to you. What was she trying to achieve here? Make you feel worse?
You broke the eye contact, preferring to get up off the floor and making your way into the kitchen to head out into the host's backyard. You heard Dina ask where you were going but you hadn't registered her voice in time to reply.
Your body was met with cold temperatures as soon as you passed through the backdoor, you mentally groaned as your jacket was not warm enough to keep you warm.
Glancing around, you took note of where groups of people were sat talking to each other, you just needed a moment to yourself.
You gravitated towards the quietest spot in the backyard, liking how there wasn't much activity and sat yourself down, perched with your chest resting on your legs.
Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket, you singled one out from the deck and brought it up your lips. With the cigarette secure against your lips, you reached down, searching for a lighter, your head facing the floor, before you heard the familiar flick of flint come from above you.
Looking up, you were met with the last person you had wanted to see in your time out.
"How long are you going to pretend I don't exist?" she spoke, the first thing either of you had said to each other in months.
Her arm was still holding the lit lighter, looking at you, waiting for you to light the cigarette.
Knowing how stubborn she is, you knew you had no choice but to bring your face closer to the lighter, meeting the flame and sparking the tobacco.
"You're definitely not the one who should be asking that question." You muttered, inhaling the smoke.
"Look, what do you want me to say?" Ellie sighed, placing herself next to you before lighting her own cigarette. She was wearing her favourite grey hoodie, it was so worn you could see small tears in the sleeves.
"Honestly, nothing right now, why don't you go back to the girl you brought with you? I'm sure she's missing your presence."
"She doesn't smoke, and I wanted one."
"Well, you didn't have to sit here," you knew you were being harsh, but what else were you meant to do with the built-up hurt? If you took away the anger, what would you have left?
Ellie sighed beside you,
"We haven't spoken in months.."
"And whose fault is that, Ellie?" You were looking at her now, eyes boring into hers.
"I know I shouldn't have left," she took a drag, exhaling as she spoke, "I wa-,"
Cutting her off, you spoke.
"You were what? You didn't just leave, Ellie, you completely blindsided me. You think something's going well with someone and then they disappear. No explanation, no message, nothing!"
Hearing your words, her heart fell. She knew she had hurt you that day, but she felt scared. You were right, something was going well, so well that Ellie was scared she'd get hurt first. So she decided to end it before giving you the chance.
"I didn't mean to hurt you,"
"Yeah? Too bad," you scoffed, "Cos you did."
Finishing your cigarette, you stumped it out on the floor, forcing yourself up to your feet to go back to the living room.
A hand stopped you, wrapping itself around your forearm preventing you from walking further. With a sigh, you turned to face her.
"You don't have to run away from me," Ellie said, voice low. Shivers travelled down your spine, as her eyes glanced to your lips, "I'm not contagious."
"I don't want anything to do with you." You whispered, fighting every urge you had to just kiss her and make up. If you stayed here a minute longer, you knew you would cave to her. Despite how badly she had hurt you, you couldn't forget the way she made you feel. Knowing you still loved her, still felt the burning desire to kiss her.
Your thoughts focused on to the girl that had come with her tonight, your brows furrowed as anger washed over you. Ripping your arm out from her grip, you turned away and walked back inside to the party.
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A week had passed, you were making your way to Dina's kitchen as you helped her set up the decorations, food and drink ready for her birthday party.
You had gotten completely dolled up, at least to your standards, wearing a band tee underneath a long, dark satin dress with your signature eyeliner. After all, it was Dina's birthday, you had to look nice. Besides, you were in hopes of getting some action tonight, knowing Dina had invited some girls from her class and you hadn't had any action since Ellie. It had been a... long time.
Ellie was helping at Dina's, too. Since your last conversation, things hadn't gotten better. Your hurt had somehow, shifted into snark, bickering with Ellie anytime you'd be in the same vicinity, which happened often.
Snark, petty comments and arguing. That's all Dina had heard between you and Ellie, at one point she thought you were about to kill each other. Dina had asked you about some guy that had approached you earlier on in the day. He had walked up to you with the utmost confidence that his flirting would be successful. You almost felt bad for him, the way his smile dropped when you told him you were a lesbian. Dina thought the story was hilarious and had asked you about it, upon hearing this, against her better judgement Ellie had made a comment about it which resulted in a heated argument between the two of you and Dina suddenly regretting her decision to bring it up. It had gotten so riled up that when Ellie stormed out of the room, she slammed the door so hard that it left visible cracks on the wall and the plant pot on the window beside it smashed into pieces.
"Okay, so... the bottles can go on this table and the food goes to that one with the bowls." Dina instructed, motioning you to put down the items you were carrying. Ellie had stayed in the living room moving the furniture around the room so that people could have more space to move, so Dina took her chance to talk to you.
"So, um.. you and Ellie haven't been doing so hot," she spoke, looking at you with a worried expression.
"Well observed, Dina."
"Hey, don't take your frustrations out on me, I'm an innocent bystander watching as world war three breaks out." She joked, lightly.
"Sorry, it's just, I don't know what's changed but every time I look at her I just get so angry."
"I didn't say it wasn't justified, just worried about you guys, I'm friends with both of you and it's not nice seeing you two like this," Dina's hand went to rest on her hip as she spoke, emphasised her point, she sighed before continuing, "At least try and get laid tonight, fresh blood might make you less angry." She joked.
"Dina!" You groaned, before turning away from her and returning to the living room where people were beginning to show up.
A few hours go by and the party is in full swing, it wasn't crowded like last week's but more of a gathering, which you could handle.
You had a few drinks, were nowhere near as drunk as some people, but you were at a nice level.
You had spent an amount of the night away from your friends, after being introduced by Dina to this girl, Abby, one of the gays Dina had invited in hopes she could wingman you a date.
It was nice. Abby was incredibly attractive, she had long blonde hair and her arms were unlike anyone you had ever met. So muscular and big, you had a thing for slightly more masculine women, that's what got you in this mess with Ellie in the first place. Though, Abby and Ellie were complete opposites and if memory served correctly, you were pretty sure you remembered Ellie saying there was a girl in her class that she hated of the same name. Said girl had been involved in an altercation with Ellie, you honestly didn't remember why. You wondered if they were the same person.
Abby had completely distracted you from your worries with Ellie, revelling in the straight-forward way she would flirt with you and touch your thigh. It was nice to feel wanted.
Someone wasn't impressed, though. Ellie had been a sour mood all day because Cat had refused to come to the party with her, claiming that Ellie still had feelings for you and that's why she always cared enough to pick fights with you. Ellie denied this causing Cat to immediately break up with her on the spot. You had been on her mind today more than she cared to admit, and seeing you flirt with someone she absolutely despised, watching as Abby placed her hand on your exposed thigh, simply put, it pissed her off.
Dina watched Ellie carefully, not uttering a word when she saw her rolling her eyes at you both.
"Can you believe that shit?" Ellie said, pointing at you from across the room. "Of all people, why is she entertaining that asshole?"
"Ellie-," Dina was interrupted,
"Laughing like her jokes are funny, she's the most boring person I've ever met,"
"Do-,"
"Who does she think she is?"
"Ellie!" Dina shouted, "If you're that bothered, stop staring."
"I'm not staring.. they're just fucking gross." Ellie sighed, taking a swig of her beer.
"You're staring. Go take a walk or something,"
Groaning, Ellie got up deciding to to the bathroom. Not that she needed it, she just couldn't bear the sight of you two any longer.
She stepped her way up the stairs, music and alcohol causing her to suddenly realise she was a bit more waved than she originally thought, either that or she got up too fast.
Stepping into the bathroom, she rested her hands on either side of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror.
She could still feel the anger burn through her chest, igniting further as she remembered the ease with which Abby placed her hands on your thighs and the way you allowed it. Deep down she knew she had no right to be jealous, it was her fault after all. Yet, she cursed to herself as she thought back to the past weeks.
Cat had been right, of course. Ellie was in no way over her feelings for you, they never even left. She was just scared and jumped ship, and now this arguing and pettiness had only been an excuse so that you could have a way of talking to each other. Ellie's thought process was interrupted by someone knocking on the door and she knew her little breather was over and she'd have to face the world again.
Sighing, Ellie lifted herself off the sink and opened the bathroom door, not expecting you to have been the person who was knocking.
"Oh, sorry I didn't know you were in there," you stated, your long eyeliner standing out in the dim light of corridor. Ellie had always loved when you wore that.
"It's alright, actually, I kinda wanted to talk to you," You quirked an eyebrow up at Ellie's words,
"What did you wanna talk about?"
"You should stay away from her, Abby, I mean. She's not a good person," Ellie quipped, the alcohol making her lips a lot looser than they would be if she was stone sober.
"Oh?" your features turned sour, "And who are you to tell me to stay away from her?"
"I just wanted to let you know, no need to be a dick about it."
"What makes you think I care about your opinions on my love life? You have no right." You were stepping up closer to her, frustration all over your features.
"I heard you and Dina talking earlier, if you're gonna sleep with someone out of desperation at least pick someone better." Ellie squinted, her anger levels quickly rising as your voice raised, that seemed to piss you off even more. How dare she?
"If I want to fuck Abby, I will," you paused, noticing the way Ellie's chest was quickly rising as she took deep breaths, "It's none of your business." You voice lowered, Ellie's top lip sneering as she listened to you continue.
"She's nice, she's hot and have you seen her arms? I'm gonna sleep with her and there's nothing you can do to stop that." You whispered, knowing you were playing with fire but you couldn't stop yourself. Were you doing it on purpose? You weren't sure. You saw something in Ellie's eyes snap as soon as the words left your lips.
Within moments, your arm had been grabbed and you were being pulled into the bathroom. Ellie slammed the bathroom door shut and pushed you against it, the back of your head hitting the wood.
"You sure about that?" Ellie muttered, she was seething, "I can think of many things I can do to stop that from happening." There was a snarl in her voice, a gruff raspiness that spurred you on.
"What was it specifically that pissed you off?" You teased, "The fact that it was her or the fact that it wasn't you?"
Ellie's hands trailed down to the back of your thighs, the only barrier being your long dress, with a firm grip she squeezed, causing a sigh to escape your lips. Truthfully, your comment about Abby's arms had touched a nerve, and Ellie found herself wanting to prove that she was just as strong as that meathead that was flirting with you.
"Brave words for someone who threw a hissy fit the other day because she saw me with Cat."
You brought your hands from your sides to the back of Ellie's neck, silently wrapping your arm around her shoulders, Ellie's grip still tight on your thighs. Her face nearing your neck,
"It's funny," Ellie whispered, before placing kisses on the space behind your ear, "You talk all this game about letting her fuck you, but darling, I'm the best that you've had, face it."
Her hands travelled up your legs, before landing at the curve of your behind, you swallowed a gasp, feeling her tease you through your dress, not wanting her to know the power she had over you in this moment.
You were embarrassed at your own silence, not knowing how to reply to her words.
"Abby could do a better job," As soon as you said it, you regretted it. Ellie was certainly not impressed, hands clutching at your dress as she slowly lifted up the fabric, exposing your legs to her.
"Oh yeah?" her gaze flickered down to your lips, "You want me to call her up here and show her how much you can't stand me?"
You stayed silent, her words spurring you on more that you expected,
"Cos I can do that."
The distance between your lips had closed, Ellie pressing softly against yours as the music thumped in the background.
Her hand travelled up from your thighs, caressing your sides as she reached the back of your head.
You couldn't hold yourself back any longer, deciding to press into the kiss and wrap your arms around Ellie's neck. You could feel her smirking into the kiss as her fingers tightened around your hair, evoking a sigh out from your lips.
"You always did like when I did that,"
Ellie basked in the memories of your past relations, something she regretted losing. You two just always seemed to understand each other at that level, your bodies working together, she knew exactly what you liked and you knew exactly what she liked. It just worked.
It was no different this time around, just with a little added bitterness. All the tension from the arguing, the snide remarks and jealousy over the past few months seemed to have been leading to this exact moment. A cathartic release of pressure that had been building up.
"Shut up, Williams."
She chuckled as her lips went down your neck, kissing down to your collarbone as she sucked, intentionally leaving a lovely purple symbol marked on your skin. A symbol that you were hers, and she was going to let everyone else see it. Let Abby try and flirt with you now.
Your chest heaved up and down, anticipating the gentle touch of her hand lifting your skirt, exposing your legs more than they already were. You felt a tightness at your core, even amidst your anger towards her, you still reacted in this way.
"You're so soft, for a girl so frigid." she muttered into your neck, kneading the skin of your thighs, her hand was so close to where you wanted her.
"You're an asshole," You breathed out, back arching into the door, pressing you closer into it as Ellie moved her body closer to yours.
"Oh yeah?" she paused, "Is that why you're letting me touch you like this?" Her hand trailed closer to your centre, fingers skimming over your underwear, her raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Because I'm such an asshole?" Her words dripped like honey, and suddenly you were melting.
"Fuck," you sighed, your head falling down to her shoulders for support, suddenly feeling out of breath as her fingers teased around your most sensitive spot.
"What was that, pretty girl?" her finger clutched on to the cotton fabric and slid underneath it, sliding the cloth to the side as she teased her finger through your dampened folds.
"Fuck, Ellie.." you gasped, your hips jutting towards her hand, a futile attempt to relieve
some of the tension between your legs as Ellie retracted her finger from you.
"No, no, pretty girl, that isn't how this works,"
You groaned, hearing distant chatter in the corridor outside of the bathroom as you were suddenly reminded of the outside world.
"Ellie, please," you whispered, conscious that you would be heard by the partygoers.
"Please, what?" She hummed, enjoying dragging this out, it was all a power play to her. You knew that, but you thrived off it just as much as Ellie did.
"Please," you rocked your hips into her hand again, "Need you to fuck me, Els."
Upon hearing you, she restarted her movements, skimming your folds with her fingers once again, your mouth was agape, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling of her fingers against your clit.
"That's a good girl," she smirked as she watched you, her scarred eyebrow flicking upwards, her eyes full of mirth.
Your hand reached towards the back of her head, grabbing on to the elastic that held her bun in place as you pulled, tugging her head backwards slightly as some strands of her auburn hair fell out of place, looking almost as disheveled as you felt.
Spurred on by your actions, Ellie had decided to insert two of her fingers into you, emitting a wanton gasp to fall from your open lips.
You clenched around the intrusion, feeling as her fingers sloppily dipped in and out of your soaked core, filthy sounds bouncing around the room.
You bit back moans as Ellie buried her slender fingers deep into your folds, groaning at the indecent sounds of your slick against her digits.
"Fuck," you accidentally moaned, and a lot louder than either of you had expected, causing Ellie to let go of her grip of her fingers on the back of your head and into your open mouth. Taking the hint, you sucked on her fingers, drool slipping out from between your lips as she fucked your mouth. Suppressing your moans, your eyes rolled shut as Ellie slid another finger into your centre, relishing at the sight of you. Fingers stuffed in your mouth with one hand, fingers glistening with your slick as she rocked in and out of you with the other. Your flawless eyeliner now smudged and smeared all over your eyes, with a single stream cleared from a tear that had fallen from your eyes at the pleasure you were feeling. You were a sight she wanted to keep in her memory for the rest of her life.
"You're so fucking hot, babygirl, but you gotta stay quiet for me,"
The pads of her fingers met with the walls of your core, hitting you at a deeper angle than before. How the fuck were you meant to stay quiet like this? Was she doing this on purpose?
"Unless you want everyone here to know how good I'm fucking you,"
Her words were inching you closer, when you suddenly felt her fingers retract from your mouth and her body dipping down, kneeling in front of you.
Her antsy hands fumbled over the fabric that was still tight against your hips, ripping them down so she could have complete access to you.
"You look so good when you're being fucked, pretty girl."
You felt her head reach closer towards your centre, you breathed in a sigh as her hand grabbed hold of your leg and placed it over her shoulder.
Her tongue licked gentle stripes up your folds, as she continued her movements with her hands, fucking into you as she licked your cunt like she was starved.
"You taste so good, baby," she breathed out,
"Ellie- fuck.." you moaned, not trusting yourself to keep quiet as you covered your face and mouth with your arms.
Ellie looked up at you, watching your face contort with the pleasure she was giving you, holding your arms against your face to keep yourself quiet.
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, Ellie seemingly knowing exactly what to say to bring you closer and closer.
"Wanna tell me again how you're going to go fuck Abby?" she paused, fingers still in a consistent, deep motion inside you, "Because it seems like you've changed your mind, angel."
You were never going to go and actually fuck this girl, you had just said that to rile her up, Ellie knew this, yet she couldn't hold her tongue from saying these things to you.
"Ellie, shit," you gasped, "I don't want anyone else," Your hand moved down to her disheveled hair, forcing her head closer to you as you rocked your hips into her face, pure desperation.
"I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, don't forget that,"
And she was right. Within seconds of her reconnecting her tongue to your centre, fingers still pushing into you, you felt all control of your body leave you. Shaking and writhing on her face as she brought you closer to your peak, your juices sliding down Ellie's chin.
Moaning and gasping, you dragged her face up to yours, capturing her lips in an ardent kiss as you could taste yourself on her lips. You felt her fingers slowly slide out you and let out a final moan.
Your hands started to trail down Ellie's sides, grasping at her clothes in an attempt to take them off her.
"No, no, baby. None of that, I'm going to leave you right here," she chuckled, feeling your desperation, "You know where I'll be, when you're tired of flirting with strangers, give me a call."
And she left you, in your fucked out haze, all delirious and dazed, in the bathroom of Dina's party.
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#i wrote this whilst i was high so if there's any mistakes I apologise#tiny lil nugget for u guys i had to get it out of my system#i need her so bad (she's not real)#college ellie just does something to me#shes so gf#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x reader smut#tlou smut#the last of us smut
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