#Ellie TLOU

[cheyisagirlkisser]

mdni. ellie williams blurb.

Thinking about Ellie’s obsession with skin-to-skin contact. She needs to feel the rush of your pulse beat onto her lips, feel your grabby hands all over her body when she fucks you, she needs to drown in the feeling of your lips against hers. Even when it’s not sexual, she needs to feel you completely naked, legs entangled in hers and arms wrapped around each other. She thinks about how your chest feels completely against hers, tits smushed together and oddly comforting. When she feels horny and needs more, though? A strap-on works wonders for skin-to-skin. Having you in a prone bone, she can’t help but just lay her perky tits against your back. She gets even more worked up with the extra contact, her hips trying to push even deeper into you as if she can’t bury herself deep enough in you. Something is really, really special about your pussies making contact, though. Both of your folds probably wet from the foreplay, clits swollen and in need of each other’s.. Ellie loves to hear the way her pussy sounds as it rubs against yours, and the feeling has her actually feeling flustered in the moment from how intimate it truly is. It’s just the way you respond to each other, too. Your hips involuntarily buck against the feeling, and she gets truly pussydrunk alternating between savoring the heat of your cunt against hers, brushing clits and essentially creating a slow but steadily burning bonfire between your bodies and rutting against your pussy as if it’ll disappear if she doesn’t get to cum. Most importantly, Ellie loves the aftermath. She gets to just hold you close after all is said and done, feel every inch of skin connect until she falls asleep.

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[satellitespinner]

TAP THRICE ! (m.list)

synopsis: messy friendship drama and overbearing neighbours. thats what your life has come to. you went from thriving as the lead singer of your carefully crafted band, to watching them succumb to a cheugy paramore cover band. how embarrassing. so, what better to do than run away move?

| set in 2000’s ,, reader is kinda pretentious.. ,, reader + ellie are early 20’s and grunge ,, dealer!ellie ,, unrealistic depiction of alot of stuff ,, pop culture refrences ,, miscommunication,, future smut ,, semi-toxic behaviour but we move ,, possible use of y/n ,, dissing (cause like- its the 2000s like cmon) ,, angst but its mostly fluff (from me? wow) ,, slow updates. | author speaks: imma try to keep this to like 4 chaps but we all know how i am. sigh. anyways enjoy and read the bottom notes plspls

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[potchi-fics]

note: i've been really busy like really really busy. i have 6 tests in this week alone. and three major projects (about to be four)

      ever since you gave her that one date, ellie’s been all over you; it’s like she constantly needs to be with you—to touch you. and one day, erratum, night, she drove you home, you kissed her, and she pulled back with a grin on her face, and pulled you back in for a kiss.

yada, yada, yada, you guys fucked and she rocked your shit. literally. you both had to skip classes because you couldn’t feel your legs. since then, ellie williams’ has been pussy-whipped for you. 

along with hearing you beg.

 “ellie, for fuck–baby, please. put it in,” you’re lying on your back, legs spread, pussy clenching around the tip of her dick, whining and trying to ground yourself on her. “please, i need it in me, baby.”

ellie’s basking in the sight through half-lidded eyes, clicking her tongue and holding your wrist when she sees you about to grab the strap, “nuhuh, don’t be a bad girl,” she pushes an inch, biting her lower lip when she hears you whimper and your face contort into pleasure and relief, but that quickly fades away when she pulls back out, “or you won’t be gettin’ any of this dick, baby.”

     she continues to tease you by thrusting the tip, pulling out to rub it on your clit up and down, then slipping the head back in.

ellie is killing you.

just when you think she’s gonna bottom out, she doesn’t.

“ellie,” you practically sob out due to your understimulated cunt, “fuck me, please, please. just put it all in, i can handle it.”

she shushes you, murmuring words of comfort, slowly rubbing your clit, causing you to squirm, “i know you can take it, baby. i know your pussy can take it.” 

“please, just for you, i can take it. only for you–”

“only for me?” she bottoms out while whispering out to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek as your hand snaps back to her shoulder; the feeling of her dick finally filling your needy cunt makes your eyes roll and legs shake. 

her kisses trail from your cheek down to your neck, doing shallow thrusts, not even pulling out for an inch. but, even with those weak rolls, pleasure overtakes your mind, making you lose control.

you’re pathetic.

[snipphh]

an ellie drawing i did, i don’t really like this one i think her face looks weird but im SO PROUD OF THE COLORING also I didn’t make the background its the actual background from the scene i used in the game

[vxsellie]

𓊈⟡𓊉 ┆FRAMED - E.W

⌞ artist!ellie x figure model!reader ⸝⸝ oneshot ⌝

synopsis ⌇ deliberate or not, there's a certain intimacy to seeing someone in a state of vulnerability. as an artist, there's an insatiable need to have a ceaseless sense of ingenuity. when ellie's creativity begins to run low, you're the tide that fills her back up. her muse.

wc ⌇ 2k

this place was ellie's oasis of solace—wooden flooring stained with drips of paint, the sound of brushes against canvases. it was all so gentle, so welcoming. and yet, it didn't effectuate her ingenuity. her mind was blank, canvas rendered a mirror to such nakedness.

there's a small glass table in the center of the room, atop it resides a bowl of fruits. she and the other artists are supposed to capture the image, immortalize the futility of the fruits' short lifespans. she does, though it's equally as pointless.

there's a large window that allows sunlight to drape over the scene like a blanket, painting the fruits in a hue of golden glow. she spends the next few hours encapsulating the picture. by the end, it looks good, great even. but it's not born from passion, it's from the necessity of having to create something. the obligation to do so rather than the personal desire to.

by the end of the class, she's frustrated and burnt out. she goes home with a permanent frown on her face—one that only alleviates when she enters the art studio the following day to see a robed woman in the center of the room.

your hair is undone, cascading lazily down your back. your legs are bare as you're propped up on a wooden stool, one leg bent as the other stretches out into a point. your face is rested, feathery lashes blinking dazedly as you look at the floor. it's the picturesque image of comfortable domesticity. the other artists silently paint you, capturing the moment in rough brushstrokes and harsh coloring. but ellie intends to do you far more justice than that.

she sets her back down by the door and props up her canvas. she holds a tray of paints on her left arm, dabbing her brush in the colors.

you remain perfectly still, only moving to blink or breathe. ellie studies you—the way the off-white robe hangs from your right shoulder, the way your lips are slighting parted, the way your sky glows under the sunrays.

her peers pack up and leave as they wish, untimed and unhurried. some of them spend hours painting you, others content with rough sketches. it's all up to the artist; whether they prefer inanimate or living objects, whether they like this gentle image, whether they're able to capture your gentility.

ellie deems everyone who rushes a fool. she sees nothing but perfection as she gazes at your relaxed state and soft skin. the robe is lazily draped over your figure, haphazard enough to accentuate the curvature of your body that resides beneath.

ellie spends hours painting you, determined to get every single attribute perfected.

everyone else has long since left, only the two of you in the room. the sun has set, leaving silver rays of moonlight to coat your skin rather than the golden she'd began with. it hardly matters, though. she's only got a few small details to finish up on.

by the time she's finished, she's sure you're sore from sitting on that stool for so long. as a model, you're expected to go hours without moving or eating. you're allowed food, the professor feeding you by hand as to not move your position. you're also permitted to use the bathroom, though it's rare that models do considering their lack of eating or drinking during sessions.

she has just began to wash her brush at the sink when your voice startles her.

"finished?" your tone is patient, which pairs wonderfully with your steady voice. it's melodic, like an enchanted lyre.

she casts a glance over her shoulder to see that you've yet to move. "hm? oh. yeah, yeah. i'm done, sorry."

"it's fine," you assure her as she turns back forward.

she can hear the rustling of your movements. your bare feet pad across the floor toward the door. she doesn't turn around, suddenly feeling awkward to have been rendered the last person here. she feels a bit guilty for having made you wait so long. the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. she was so caught up in her painting.

oh, it's been so long since she'd been that passionate. it felt good. like a warm bath after a day in the snow; like a soft bed after a long day of work. she'd almost forgotten the blissful pleasure of being in love with art, of being obsessed with a piece.

"this is..." your voice startles her for a second time as she begins to dry her hands on a plaid towel rested on the side of the metal sink. the faucet squeaks as she turns it off, holding the towel between her hands as she turns to you. her heart drops when she realizes what you're looking at.

"it-" her entire face is burning up. "it's not finished."

you look up at her, robe now tightly secured around your waist. you've put on a pair of sandals as well, look more like a human than an incomprehensible deity. you give her a soft smile. "i think it's beautiful."

you're standing in front of her canvas, everyone else's having been either taken with them or covered by a stained white sheet. ellie's painting has embodied you with long, gentle strokes and warm colors. it depicts you as an angel-like being. your face is outlined by a hue of white, the slope of your nose and line of your jaw outlined by serene sunlight.

still, she didn't exploit you or exaggerate any features. your body remains covered and your face remains calm, each feature portrayed perfectly. you've never seen yourself displayed in such a way.

ellie says nothing, unsure of what to say.

just as your hand begins to turn the doorknob and leave, you meet her eyes, gaze softened. "your work is stunning, you have a real talent."

and with that, you're gone.

the next few weeks are torture. she paints apples, bookshelves, trees. she even sits at the park and tries to draw strangers—an old lady feeding the pigeons, a young child laughing with her father. but nothing can revive the artistry that you'd brought to life in her. class is a bore, nothing piquing her interest.

each day she enters the studio, she finds herself yearning to see you within the room. to see you standing in the center of the circle of canvases. and yet, you remain unseen. a nameless figure of beauty, grace, and everything an artist could ever want.

weeks fade into months and she remains without inspiration. she's found herself enjoying landscape painting, though it's incomparable to you. the bark of trees remind her of your skin, winking stars remind her of your blinking lashes, flowing creeks remind her of your hair. but it's not the same.

finally, in late december, she enters the studio earlier than normal. only two other students are present as she removes her bag before gathering her paint, brush, and canvas. by the time she's set everything up, the object in the center has been presenting.

you.

you're completely nude this time around. your backside faces her, hands placed on your lower abdomen with your head turned over your shoulder. the sunlight caresses your side profile, illuminating your skin in that familiar glow.

as you'd priorly depicted domiciliary, you now embody beguiling allure. an air of confidence swarms you, dripping from your pores like honey. your hair is tied back, the soft skin of your neck on display.

the rest of the artists begin painting while ellie remains stilled, staring. she has to blink a few times to ground herself, to remind herself that she's here for a reason.

she begins painting, using cooler colors than she did last time. this way, hues of blues and purples encapsulate the enticing charm you withhold so casually. she spends time on your hair, trying to capture each frayed strand to show the looseness of the hair tie. she also finds herself enjoying the ability to stare at your body for so long without consequence.

the indent of your waist, the line of your spine, the plush of your thighs, the curve of your hips, the sphericity of your butt. she's able to look all she likes. she tweaks and tweaks and tweaks the image until it's nigh flawless. your eyes are downcast, though not in a shy manner. in an uncaring one.

she ends up being the last person in the studio. again.

this time, she doesn't care. she's not embarrassed to have been here past dusk. you don't seem to mind either, as you remain perfectly still without uttering a word. the moonlight bathes you in silver. this time, she purposefully painted you like this—under the moon's incandescence. hence the cooler colors.

"finished." ellie speaks into the air between you. your head lifts, eyes meeting her mossy green ones. the ghost of a smile tugs at your lips, causing her face to heat. she clears her throat awkwardly. "uh- you can come look. if you want."

your smile turns genuine. "i'd love to."

you walk across the room and ellie averts her gaze. which is rather odd considering she just spent all day memorizing your body. but, in her defense, she hadn't seen the front side. she looks away and you chuckle, standing beside her to eye the canvas.

"oh," you whisper, "this is fucking amazing."

she turns her head toward you, brows raised. "really?"

"yes." you confirm with a nod. "i meant it when i said you had a talent."

her heart swells at this. she hadn't known if you would have remembered her. it was fully possible that you'd forgotten. i mean, your conversation wasn't anything major. it'd began with a bit of small talk, then shifted to a compliment on her work. then she said nothing—which she, admittedly, has regretted ever since.

ellie's eyes bore into yours, her pupils blown in awe of seeing you up close like this. you're even more stunning in inch away. she can see every detail she'd missed. from the small indentations in your skin to the tell-tale sign of where you'd been biting your lower lip. and yet, ellie is convinced that these imperfections only make you more desirous.

you shift and her eyes are drawn to your bare chest. her breath hitches and she looks away, stripping off her winter coat and holding it out to you. your brow raises, genuinely confused for a second. but then you realize she's giving you clothes to cover yourself up with.

you can't help but laugh. "you just spent hours painting me."

"i know, just-" she thins her lips, looking up at the ceiling. "just take it."

you chuckle before taking the jacket from her and zipping it to cover your bare skin. she's amusing, you can't deny that. it's interesting, the way she seems like a prude despite having spent more time than anyone else studying your naked body. you give her a soft smile, "thanks."

her cheekbones are bright red as she tries to change the topic. "do you need a ride home?"

you have a car out in the parking lot. it's actually really nice and heats up super fast during the winter. and yet, something about her lowered voice makes the proposal impossible to refuse. with a small shrug, you respond, "if you're offering."

ellie smiles. "'course i am."

with that, the two of you head outside to the parking lot. and, this time, ellie is determined to get this right. to not render you a complete stranger who she'll never see again.

and, rather shockingly, she manages to pull it off. when she drops you off at your apartment building, she asks you for your number. she's stammering and blushing brighter than ever. but, by some miracle, you give it to her. and before leaving, you lean into the driver's side window and press a kiss to her cheek.

yeah, she's never getting over this.

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[marscardigan]

through the valley, part ii

ellie williams x reader

part i part iii part iv

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 7.2k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence.

Ellie was fucked up. She didn’t know what to do. Was it a better option to answer to your questions or rot alone in that cell? She didn’t know if you weren’t alone now, or if she was the one who was. Behind those walls, she didn’t hear anything. How much time had passed? She still had some wounds open. Who were you?

After trying - and failing - to sleep to kill some time, Ellie gave up. “Hey!” She shouted, her throat dry. “Scar girl!”

She waited for a response. For the door to open. But still, silence won. “I will tell you everything you want, okay? Just… come here!” Her arms were sore. “If you still are here” she finally whispered.

A couple of minutes passed, and the redhead lifted her gaze. Your head appeared slowly, approaching her. Without saying a word, you knelt in front of her. Ellie swallowed, looking at you. You had bags under your eyes, but the same irritated expression, although you tried to hide it. With a tired sigh, she nodded, waiting for your questions. You still hesitated.

Twenty-four hours had passed since you were alone in Haven, and still no one came back for backup. You couldn't sleep either, scared that this girl may escape and kill you. Still, you wanted answers. You needed them to move on. So here you were, in front of her, and with a knife hidden in your back pocket. "Your name" was all you whispered. She awaited, biting her lip. "Ellie"

You later discovered she came from another state, alone, seeking revenge from a group of wolves. She didn't know who you were, but you kept your walls up. You told her your name, and she repeated back as if it were a mere secret between you two. When you felt contented with your interrogation, she seemed to have some questions for you. But you ignored her, offering a single cup with some water. You should kill her. She murdered a decent amount of people from the community. What were you going to do now with her? Let her free? Let her kill you the first second she'd have the chance?

You needed to think. You needed to leave. So that's what you did, you ignored the pleads from the redhead and closed the cell again. You climbed up to the roof, and spend the rest of the night staring at the moon. Was it selfish to take profit of the situation and escape? Was it bad to feel okay after seeing that many corpses of people you knew? Was it worse to not feel bad for them?

The following days, you kept visiting the cell, offering small portions of food and water in exchange for information. Ellie asked multiple times for you to take the chains from her wrists, but you were still scared. You saw with your own eyes what she was capable of doing. She promised you could have her backpack, the guns and even informed you about the small shiv that rested inside her left boot. With an exasperated look, you ended up agreeing. Something in your gut told you to trust her. Her gaze didn't seem threatening, only lonely. She thanked you, breathless. You took away her shiv, and sat down by her side. You were still waiting for her to attack when she turned back to you to finish a piece of bread.

"How did that happened?" Your index finger pointed at the scar hidden between the leaves of her tattoo.

She didn't answer at first, avoiding your gaze. "Chemical burn". Your fingers traced your own wrist, as you always did when you were nervous.

"Are you going to let me leave?" Her green eyes now looked at yours. "You will never know about me anymore" She promised, keeping her voice low.

"You need a boat to leave the island" Was all you said.

"I'll find something"

You didn't seem convinced. Why didn't you felt content? She seemed to take her words, you would be by yourself again. Alone, but safe. Until more people arrived. You would be okay. So why didn't you feel satisfied?

"You are a good fighter" It wasn't a question, Ellie knew that. But she didn't seem to answer, either. An idea came up to your mind, then.

"Alright" You stood up, grabbing her backpack and finding the right words to say to her. "I will let you out. With one condition" Ellie waited for you to speak, afraid of the possibility of changing your mind. "If you let me come with you"

Ellie opened her mouth, but no words left her lips. So instead of waiting for her response, you tried to convince her, "You are looking for some wolves to seek revenge. Fine by me, I will help you. I am, too, searching for men from the Washington Liberation Front. We will help each other, you are alone, and-" "Oka-"

"And, and I am good with the bow. Great, actually. I can sneak out, and I know some easy and fast routes around the city" You felt your nerves ran through your whole body, trying not to look at Ellie directly. You liked being safe, you liked being around the community. Those people would kill for you, they even died for your protection. But you wanted to run away from here. Was that bad? Was it bad to seek revenge from everyone who were involved in the murder of your mother? Was it bad for you to stay with the girl who ended up the lives of people you knew since you were a child? Why you didn't felt bad? And why you didn't regret saying it to her? You should feel bad. This girl was bad, and you were letting her escape. Worse, you were going with her. If your mother was here, she would agree with you. At least that's what your own head said to calm you down.

You were so focused on trying to make her agree, then when she did it, you didn't hear it. It wasn't until Ellie's hands found your shoulders that you looked at her. When did she stand up? When did she grab her backpack? Where was the shiv? You closed your eyes, gasping for air after the rant. "So?"

"Fine. You can come."

You open your eyes, but stayed static after her bare touch. Why were you so nervous? It was good she let you come. Right?

"I will help you, and you will help me. We will take advantage of each other's capabilities. After being done with them, you come back here, and I go back home"

A shout was heard outside. It was your name what was being shouted. You looked at Ellie, "stay here" you said before closing the door. You didn't lock it, though.

Looking through the window, you saw Lyra and Edmund came to you, searching for any wounds. "I am okay" You nodded, looking out at the gate to see if they came alone.

"Where are the others? Why are you here?" Lyra placed a hair behind your ear. You grimaced, not responding.

The shouts stooped after you left the room. Ellie didn't bother to stand up to grab her stuff. She tried to hear your conversation, but the only sound she now heard was the strong wind coming from outside. The door was open, she had everything she needed. She stood up, afraid of someone entering and finding her. So she grabbed her shotgun, and went up the stairs. Her breath stopped after finding your familiar figure in front of two bodies on the ground.

"I told you to stay there" You didn't turn back. Ellie didn't say anything, just stared at you, shotgun now dropped. "I didn't kill them. Just put them to sleep". Ellie might have underestimated you. That couple didn't harm you, she noticed. Something clicked in her head, then. The scared look the first time she saw you. How secured everything was. How important you seemed to be for them.

You stepped closer to her, grabbing your own bow. "We have a boat waiting for us"

Ellie almost asked right then who you really were, what was hidden behind that name of yours. After your scars. But the thought died in her throat. She nodded, and followed your steps.

[ellieabbyy]

[abbyandersonsjuicymuscless]

I think I'm ovulating

[echo-riot]

Loser! Ellie headcanons (that slowly get more heated)

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Loser!Ellie that would be the type to forget to text you back for a few days because she’s too busy playing guitar or getting lost in her thoughts. But when she does message, it’s usually a mix of funny memes and awkwardly heartfelt notes, apologizing for her silence

Loser!Ellie that would nervously give you a shy smile when you catch her staring at you, pretending like she wasn’t just admiring you for the 10th time that day. She’d quickly look away, mumbling something about “not being weird” and definitely not being nervous, but you could see the flush creeping up her neck.

Loser!Ellie that would try to impress you with her skills—maybe it’s a guitar solo she’s been working on or a trick she learned from Joel—but she’d always downplay it, awkwardly shrugging off your compliments and nervously tapping her foot, unsure if she really measures up.

Loser!Ellie that would overthink every small thing in your relationship, worrying if you were upset because she didn’t text back fast enough or if she’s being too clingy. She’d end up over-apologizing for things she didn’t need to and asking if you’re still happy, hoping she hasn’t messed things up.

Loser!Ellie that would have a tendency to get lost in her own world, zoning out during conversations because she’s either lost in her head or trying to figure out the best way to tell you she loves you without sounding like a total weirdo. She’d give you a sheepish grin, apologizing for spacing out and making a joke to cover it up.

Loser!Ellie that would definitely get jealous in a subtle way, trying not to show it when someone flirts with you but getting all quiet and sulking about it later, asking you if they were flirting, even if you weren’t sure. She’d deny it all, of course, but deep down, she cares a lot more than she lets on.

Loser!Ellie that would never say it directly but would show her love in actions—helping you fix something, sharing her snacks, or bringing you a blanket when you’re cold—little things that speak volumes even if she doesn’t always have the confidence to say how she feels out loud.

Loser!Ellie that would always be the first to break eye contact when things get too intense. If you lock gazes with her for too long, her heart starts beating faster, and she can’t help but get lost in how amazing you look, so she’d look away and clear her throat, pretending like nothing’s happening, but her cheeks are already pink.

Loser!Ellie that would get embarrassed when she realizes how much she wants you. She’d try to play it cool when you sit too close or when her hand brushes yours, but deep down, she’s getting worked up, her thoughts racing, and she’d try to act all casual to hide how flustered she feels.

Loser!Ellie that would have a nervous energy around you, fidgeting with her hands or tapping her foot when she feels her attraction to you intensifying. She’d act like she doesn’t know what to do with herself, but in the back of her mind, she’s desperately wishing you would take the lead and make the first move.

Loser!Ellie that would secretly love it when you initiate small touches, whether it’s a hand on her back or a light kiss on her forehead. She’d shyly respond, but the way her breath hitches and the subtle blush on her cheeks would show that she’s really enjoying it

Loser!Ellie that would get a little bold after spending more time with you. Maybe it’s a subtle brush of your lips against hers or an accidental touch of your hand that lingers a little longer than it should. She’d be nervous but excited, torn between pulling back and giving into the heat that’s building between you two.

Loser!Ellie that would take the initiative, leaning in for a kiss with a little more confidence than usual. She’d start slow, testing the waters, but then her hands would instinctively find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if telling you without words how badly she wants you.

Loser!Ellie that would be terrified of rejection, so she’d get all awkward when the moment feels charged, her voice wavering when she tries to say something romantic. But she’d try again, more softly this time, her hands shaking a bit as she reaches for you, hoping you’ll catch on to how badly she wants to be closer.

Loser!Ellie that would spend too much time thinking about kissing you, replaying the thought in her head a thousand times before she finally gets the courage to lean in. It starts slow, tentative, like she’s not sure what you’ll think, but the moment her lips meet yours, she realizes she wants more

Loser!Ellie that would definitely be the type to pull away for a split second, breathless and trying to catch her composure, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. She’d give a nervous laugh, but her hands would stay on your waist, not wanting to pull back. She’s not sure if she’s ready for more, but she wants it—wants you.

Loser!Ellie that would shyly reach for your hand in public, her fingers brushing yours in a subtle act of affection. She’d act all casual about it, trying to seem nonchalant, but the warmth spreading through her chest would make it impossible to hide her feelings. If you squeeze her hand in return, she’d get a little dizzy, wondering if you feel the same way.

Loser!Ellie that would love to surprise you by giving you a kiss when you least expect it. It could be when you’re both sitting quietly, or when she notices you zoning out. She’d kiss you softly, her lips lingering a bit longer than before, enjoying the feel of being close to you and getting lost in the moment. You’d feel the shift, her nervousness slowly fading away as she starts to let herself feel more.

Loser!Ellie that would get a little more daring with her touches, maybe resting her hand on your thigh for a second too long, just to see how you react. She’d bite her lip and pull back slightly, her gaze flicking nervously between your face and your hand, waiting for you to make the next move.

Loser!Ellie that would get way more confident as the relationship progresses, slowly but surely letting her guard down. She’d start pressing little kisses along your jaw or neck, testing the waters and hoping you’d react the way she dreams about in her quiet moments. She’d be surprised by her own boldness, but in the best way possible.

Loser!Ellie that would pull you down on her face even when she’s getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Moaning against your cunt like she’s the one being eaten out.

Loser!Ellie that would beg to eat you out “please, god I need..please just a taste..mamas…please?”

Loser!Ellie that would scissor you so desperately that she’s whining. “You feel -ah- so good, mmh- please please-“ she’s obsessed with the way your pussy feels against hers.

Loser!Ellie that would literally cuddle with your thighs, her face pressed into your core like she was trying to be un-birthed. Not even in a sexual sense, she just likes being there.

Loser!Ellie that has a secret (not really a secret) stash of photos of you, that she constantly gets off to whenever you aren’t there (if she could she would fuck the phone.)

Loser!Ellie that would cum just by eating you out- then pretended like she didn’t because baby is embarrassed.

Loser!Ellie that whines like a bitch when you tease her, trying to pull you closer, or get more with needy hands.

Loser!Ellie that would rather die than leave you unsatisfied, baby would finger fuck you until her fingers got pruny, till the bed brakes, till the sun comes up- etc etc

Bonus:

[millersfinest]

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE. . .

ELLIE WILLIAMS, YELLOWJACKETS AU, SERIES!

blurb: there’s a 0.0001% chance that an airplane can fall and hit the ground, injuring and killing a variety of innocents. and there’s an even slimmer chance of a talented team of soccer players from jackson, wyoming being a part of that minuscule percentage, heading to a well-deserved national championship game in boston, massachusetts. but, although these circumstances are slim, that doesn’t mean it isn’t possible. in 1996, a soccer team, called the fireflies, fell from the sky latched into the seats of a private flight. for twenty months they were sequestered in a canadian forest; away from civilization, forced to fend for themselves. under such fraught circumstances… what can a bunch of teenage girls really be capable of? within the clutches of the wilderness.

cw: mentions of blood, gore and viscera, CANNIBALISM, kind of period piece, character death, sexual content, nudity, images of starvation, harsh climate, established!ellie x reader, some original characters to fill in the gaps, complicated relationships, deluded spirituality, thrilling themes, homophobia and homophobic slurs (used by gay people lol), reader isn’t 100% out (maybe like 70%), more to add...

coming sometime this year...

(some things can be subject to change as this is currently a developing project)

[avonnimimi]

Fuck, the thought of Ellie, mean Ellie, holding your wrists above your head, pinning you down, legs spread wide open, your cunt practically aching for her.

"Aw, you need it so bad, don't you?" Her voice, a low purr in your ear, sent shivers down your spine. You squirmed, desperate for friction, any kind of touch.

Tears pricked your eyes, the need so intense it was almost painful. "Ellie, please, fuck me," you begged, the words a choked sob. Wanted her to fill you up, stretch you out, make you forget your own name. Clit throbbing, aching, swollen.

"Don't worry, baby," she whispered, grinding her hips against yours, that hard tip teasing your g-spot.

Your back arched, a moan ripping from your throat. "E-Ellie, please," you panted, on the edge of coming, but she'd said no, not yet.

The thought of cumming for her, all over her strap, made your pussy clench, the wetness so intense you could hear it squelching.

Ellie groaned, struggling too, the little tease. Then, she leaned down, taking your nipple in her mouth, sucking, teeth grazing, sending another wave of heat through you.

Finally, she slammed her cock into you, hard and fast. All you could do was moan, a string of "thank yous" and "yeses" spilling from your lips.

She pushed deeper, so deep you could see the bulge in your stomach, your cunt swallowing her whole.

"Yeah, you love this shit, don't you?" she groaned in your ear. Every thrust felt out of this world, like her strap-on was a part of her, like she could feel you clenching around her.

Her moans, her gasps, her whispered praises filled your ears, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Then, you came, hard, all over her cock, just for her.

i need her so bad

[elliezlils11utt]

Hi babess ! Could I please request a Ellie or Abby with a reader that has ADHD ? Personally have it and honestly it would be amazing to read you writing about it ❤️ DONT WORRY TAKE YOUR TIME BABES

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ellie x reader!with adhd

a/n: EKK I HAVNT GOTTEN A REQUEST IN FOREVER! IM SO HAPPYYY. and yes yes ofc!! i have adhd too so this was fun! ( collage au, and loser!ellie ofc)

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☆ ellie keeps you in check whenever you need it. when you cant stay focused she’ll make sure your doing what you need to, by checking in on you, or maybe taking breaks with you to do something else. she definitely has like a reward system for you too. like every 30 minutes you study you two play a match of mario cart or something. “ellliahhhh how much longer on the timer???”

“u got 10 minutes. keep going babe”

“are you suree??” ellie holds up her phone timer and you groan.

“and oh, dont worry ill kick ur but in the next round too.” ellie sarcastically added as she turned back to her own studies. you pick up the nearest pillow and chuck it at her.

“asshole!” you giggle.

☆ ellie loves listening to you ramble about the most irrelevant stuff. oh and she finds it so adorable when you lose train of thought and switches subjects. “wait what was i talking about before?”

“how water isn’t wet.. i think?”

“OH RIGHT! like it doesnt make s-“

and then she’ll just giggle at you questioning science for the sixth time today.

☆ finds you’re collection of random shit absolutely adorable.

“and whats this?”

“oh, thats my goggly eye collection!”

“and this one?”

“my rubber duck collection. duh?” you then proceeded to explain to her how every duck you collect gets its own name and backstory, THENNN tell her all their names and backstories. she try’s to keep up with all the names and relationships between the ducks & has to asks shit ton of questions.

“wait okay, so jack and millie are dating, but jack is from another pond so millie cheats on him with sarah??”

“yes exactly.”

“scandals” she giggles and fakes her shock.

☆ okay so we know ellie’s more laid back and chill, but when you’re mind starts going crazy, so does hers and she’s bouncing off the walls with you. so now all the sudden both of you are singing Katy parry, jumping on the couch. no music playing, just y’all’s off pitch voices attempting to hit those notes and failing horribly.

☆ and ellie will pick up your proscription every month so you don’t have to. you don’t have to tell her to, and honestly you’d forget yourself if she didn’t do it for you. you’ll just find the new bottle sitting on the bedside table in your dorm when you get back from your lectures.

☆ going off that a little, i think she probably has copy’s of your dorm keys & shit like that so you dont loose anything. she keeps it on her carabiner.

☆ OOUU OUUU ANNNDDD SPEAKING OF. she bought you a carabiner one year for your birthday before your freshmen year, and by the end of it you had lost it.. with all of your belongings too.! so guess its a good thing ellie keeps extras huh?

[xxelliewxx]

Fire and Frost {Ellie x Reader} Ch. 1

Pairings: loser!(AFAB)Reader x hockey player!Ellie

Synopsis: When y/n is requested to tutor Ellie Williams in organic chemistry, she expects arrogance and attitude from the hockey player. However, she discovers a different aspect of Ellie’s tough exterior, revealed through humor and fleeting glances. This raises the question: why does Ellie go to great lengths to embarrass and harass y/n whenever they are in the presence of others?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, sexual/physical assault, alcohol, violence, trauma (if I miss any let me know!)

w/c: 2.2k

an: this is my first time ever posting fanfic on Tumblr, so feedback is completely welcome! this is not proofread and is a work in progress.

Iron Bonds

You adjusted the strap of your backpack as you settled into your favorite class of the semester, CHEM 2301: Organic Chemistry. Part of your fondness for the course stemmed from Dr. Miller, whose charismatic personality made her a standout professor. Her encouraging feedback only deepened your enthusiasm for the subject. Beyond teaching, Dr. Miller also led the campus chemistry club, where you served as president. Meeting biweekly, the club offered a welcome escape—a place to bond with fellow "outcasts" at Jackson University.

Dr. Miller's warm smile greeted you as she glanced up from her laptop, busy preparing for the day's lesson. Returning her smile with a small wave, you reached into your backpack and retrieved your iPad. Flipping open the protective cover, you launched your note-taking app. With your Apple Pencil poised, you idly nibbled its end while surveying the room. Students trickled in, filling the space with lively chatter, some more boisterous than others. Your attention drifted to the women's hockey team animatedly discussing an upcoming frat party. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at what you deemed an immature occasion. 

"Ellie, I swear to God if you clit block me tonight, I'll smear stick wax all over your visor". 

The team captain, Ellie Williams, was lounging lazily in her chair, hat backwards, manspreading as she crossed her arms over her chest, smirking at her teammate. "Relax, Abby. Your conquests are safe from me. Besides, I've got my own plans tonight," she remarked, sending a wink in Cat's direction. Without hesitation, Cat leaned in and kissed her aggressively, igniting a ripple of surprised reactions from her teammates, hooting and hollering.

"Alright, Ellie, Cat, keep the PDA out of my classroom. You know the rules, Williams," Dr. Miller said firmly, fixing a sharp look on the captain. Ellie responded with a smirk before shoving Cat away from her and grabbing her notebook and mechanical pencil. You couldn't help but notice the notebook's cover, adorned with intricate doodles—surprisingly impressive artwork you never would have expected from her. 

Your attraction to Ellie was not something you hid from yourself nor your friends, there was something so fucking hot about her cocky attitude and the self-confidence with which she presented herself. The flush of embarrassment that spread across your cheeks when you recalled entering the organic chemistry class for the first time on that brisk September morning when you came crashing into a strong chest. The well-defined muscles belonged to Ellie.

Her strong, calloused hands had gripped your shoulders, preventing you from falling backwards after you profusely apologized, cheeks aflame. There was a flash of something in her eyes that you barely had time to acknowledge before she was knocking your coffee out of your hands and onto your new cashmere sweater. 

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you looked up at the brunette standing before you, utterly stunned by the unexpected twist of fate, the creamy liquid trickling down your front.

"Oops" the girl shrugged, displaying no remorse in her demeanor. 

In fact, she looked hostile towards you as if you were the one who drenched her new sweater with the iced latte. Tears pricked your eyes as students who witnessed the scene giggled, only worsening your mood. It took everything in you to not skip your first day, but Dr. Miller's compassionate response kept you from calling it quits as she helped clean up the sticky mess. 

A scowl crossed your face as you thought back to that incident and the many others that came after. It felt like every opportunity she had, she would push you to the edge, making you feel completely drained and helpless. In just a month, Ellie Williams had brought you to tears sixteen times, as you had been keeping count in your journal, with furious tick marks etched into the pages soaked with your tears.

Journaling became a refuge for you after your Freshman year at Jackson University, a time that feels like a shadow you can't escape. Though that year has slipped into the past, its memories linger, preventing you from living a normal, college life. Deep down, you struggle to confront the truth: you endured both sexual and physical assault, and the echoes of that trauma still resonate within you.

Flashbacks to your first frat party surged through your thoughts, bringing a wave of nausea that threatened to choke you. Your fingers clenched the edges of the desk so tightly that they turned white, while your leg bounced restlessly beneath you. Dr. Miller's voice started to fade in and out as you sprang up, feeling a panic attack coming on. She had an understanding with you so when you rushed out of the classroom, she noted your departure before continuing on with her lecture. 

You flung open the door to the women's restroom, racing inside as panic surged through you. The wave of nausea crashed over you once more, and your retching reverberated off the vacant stalls, bile clawing it's way up your throat. Tears welled in your eyes as you leaned over the sink, your stomach protesting in its emptiness from skipping breakfast. 

Your breath began to steady as your heart rate gradually descended from its frantic pace, beads of sticky sweat clinging to your forehead after the dry heaving subsided. These attacks were not new, they have been a common occurrence ever since...you shook your head, dispelling any thoughts trying to reach the surface. 

You gathered your hands to form a cup, splashing refreshing cold water onto your face. As you gazed into the mirror, droplets cascaded down your chin, pooling back into the sink below. Taking a moment to steady your thoughts, the bathroom door swung open, and there stood the brunette who had occupied your mind so frequently as of late. You paled at the sight of her, heart rate accelerating once more.

"Shit" was all she said, her gaze sweeping over your face as if trying to decipher your condition. Stepping closer, she breached your personal space, peering down at you with a look of genuine worry etched on her features.

"I was just leaving" you murmur out, trying to slink passed her strong presence. But before you can make your escape, her gentle hands catch hold of you, and her warm, earthy gaze locks onto yours, holding you captive for a moment before she releases you. A rush of warmth floods your cheeks as you observe her rummaging through her pockets, finally producing a tiny vial filled with shimmering purple liquid.

Lifting the vial, she removed the cap, and an intense aroma of lavender filled the air, enveloping you in its calming embrace. "I apply this before games that make me anxious." 

You gazed at her in astonishment, completely caught off guard by her thoughtful actions, which felt almost surreal and too perfect to believe. Ellie appeared to pick up on your skepticism as she cautiously extended her hand toward yours, grabbing your arm and letting a few drops of the liquid spill onto your wrist. With a soft smile, she observed as it absorbed into your skin. "That should do the trick." You gave a warm smile in return, enjoying the scent drifting from off your wrist. 

Ellie's demeanor shifted in an instant, dropping your hand abruptly as if she had touched a scorching skillet. The captain quickly masked her emotions, a frown taking the place of her warm smile. Without uttering a single word, Ellie spun on her heel and forcefully flung the bathroom door open, leaving you bewildered and enveloped in the lingering scent of lavender.

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The lecture hall buzzed with lively conversations as you mustered the bravery to step back into class, your heart still racing from the earlier encounter. What just happened? And why did the thought of it happening again send a thrill through you? Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, you made your way to your seat, your hand searching for your backpack and your iPad you had carelessly tossed aside, observing it for cracks. From her desk, Dr. Miller's voice cut through the noise, calling your name, her gaze fixed intently on you.

Her worry was palpable, unmistakable in her expression. It was a look you had grown all too familiar with—pity. You despised that feeling, loathed it nearly as much as the man who had thrust you into this predicament. What stung the most was the absence of pity from those who truly mattered, your so-called friends who stood by as everything crumbled, betraying every shred of trust you had once placed in them.

As you approached her desk, an unmistakable sensation of being watched enveloped you, and you had a strong hunch about the source of those curious gazes. "Is everything alright with you?"

The question nearly brought a chuckle to your lips; naturally, you weren't really okay—not ever, in truth. Yet, that wasn't the point she was getting at, so you gave a slight nod, your gaze dropping to your boots, tracing the intricate zigzag pattern of the laces. "I'm fine, Dr. Miller, just the usual stuff."

As you glanced back at her, you noticed the worry etched in her eyes. You offered her a reassuring smile, brushing aside her fears. "Honestly, Dr. M, I'm fine." She appeared to take your words to heart, diving into the pile of papers cluttering her desk until she found what she needed. However, the concern in her gaze was quickly replaced by a flicker of unease.

"Y/N, I want to give you a heads-up before I drop this on you in front of others. The Academic Support Center is looking for help in tutoring one of your classmates. I understand you prefer to stay in your comfort zone, but I suggested you to the academic advisor, and they wholeheartedly supported my recommendation."

With a casual flick of your shoulders, you glanced at the paper she held. "Of course, Dr. M, I'm all in. I heard that tutoring could really enhance my resume for another scholarship, and honestly, I can't cover next year's classes without it."

Dr. Miller's expression remained tense, sending a wave of anxiety coursing through your chest. Just as you were about to inquire about the identity of the person, she addressed the class, "Ellie, would you mind coming up here?"

The sensation in your chest swelled, threatening to burst as your heart plummeted at the mention of the name. You shot a glare at Dr. Miller, your anxiety etched across your face. "What's going on?" Ellie stood nearby, her arms crossed, the muscles in her forearms flexing prominently. You struggled to divert your gaze from the elaborate tattoos that twisted and turned along her exposed arms.

"I am recommending a tutor to help improve your grades. Those last two tests have really taken a toll on your GPA. Right now, you're at a D+, which puts you at risk of academic probation. After discussing this with your coach, we both agree that having a classmate tutor you could be a great alternative to facing probation."

Ellie unfolded her arms defiantly, her head shaking vigorously. "Absolutely not, I don't need a tutor, Dr. M. Hockey has simply taken precedence for me recently. I swear I'll give a shit on the next test."

Dr. Miller sighed and replied, "I wish I could help, Ellie, but this decision is beyond my control. You have two options: either Y/N can guide you, or you risk facing consequences like being benched or losing the C on your jersey."

Ellie's eyes burned with pure hatred as she shot you a fierce glare, making you instinctively take a step back from her intense animosity. Throwing your hands up in defense you glared back, "Hey, it's not my fault you don't have your priorities straight."

Her hands balled into tight fists at her sides as she advanced toward you, her finger stabbing into your chest with each word. "You don't know the first fucking thing about me." 

Gripping her wrist, you threw her arm away from you. "Just don't fuck this up, Ellie."

Dr. Miller shook her head at the exchange between you both, her disapproval evident. "Y/N, I hope you won't make me question my decision to place you in this position. Ellie, you need to focus; it would be a shame to see you jeopardize your scholarship."

You both averted your gazes as the handouts were distributed. Ellie glanced at the notice warning her of academic probation while you sifted through the guidelines for being a peer tutor. "I truly hope you can set aside whatever tension exists and learn from one another." 

You blew hair out of your face as you folded the paper up and cramming it into your back pocket. "Sure thing, Dr. M," you replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Ellie let out a scoff, her eyes rolling dramatically. "Y/N, come on, play nice," Dr. Miller admonished, prompting a snicker from Ellie. You chose to overlook her teasing, feeling your cheeks heat up. Extending your hand, you offered Ellie a handshake, which she met with a sneer but accepted anyway.  

You hand over a scrap of paper, your number hastily jotted down, and say, "Feel free to text me whenever you find the time to actually care about your academics."

Ellie yanked it from your grasp, shot you the middle finger, and then strode out, leaving you in the silence of the empty lecture hall with Dr. Miller. Turning to leave, a hand on your shoulder stopped you. "Y/N, if you need to talk to anyone I am always here. You don't have to go through this alone."

You nodded your head, giving her a smile that you know didn't reach your eyes before leaving to go to your next class. As you were walking across the skyway to your Biotechnology course, your phone chimed indicating you received a text.

unknown: meet me tomorrow at 8 AM in the wilson library. don't be late

[eyesfullofsttars]

do you have any ellabs headcanons :3

big mistake asking about that because now i can’t stop talking... those two are my babies!!!

els is so :3 x abs who’s more like :) 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ellie wears belts because her pants are like three sizes too big. they fall down, her boxers show—usually her minecraft ones—so she wears studded belts or something to keep everything in place. (abby has this talent for pulling off belts with one of her big, veiny hands… yeah, ellie basically had a visual orgasm just watching her take it off her waist... yes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️)

ellie’s favorite activity? oh man… definitely playing video games lying on the couch, her head on abs’ bare chest, while abby’s busy reading a book. ellie’s left hand manages the joystick, and the other one’s tracing and feeling anderson’s abs because they’re so firm…

abby has just a few freckles on her face but a lot on her shoulders and back, while ellie’s freckles are more noticeable on her face.

they get along pretty well with each other’s parents. joel and abs will roll their eyes at the same time at ellie’s dumb jokes, trying not to laugh, and end up chatting about old rock or country stuff. abs is polite and respectful, BUT ellie with jerry? they’re way too comfortable with each other, always joking around. ellie’s also kind of obsessed with jerry’s job, so… yeah, she’s always asking him questions.

(they each keep baby pictures of the other. abby has a pic of ellie at the dinosaur museum in her wallet, and ellie has one of abby with a giraffe on her nightstand)

abby’s hair is wavy—i don’t care, it’s my headcanon. it’s usually braided, but when it’s down, it’s long, blonde, and wavy 🥰🥰 also, yes, she’s braided ellie’s hair more than once and ofc ellie likes two braids instead of one.

(oh and teenage abby used to straighten her hair, but now she doesn’t even care)

anderson knows how to sail, and in the summer, they spend a lot of time on the boat. ellie just sits on the edge sketching while abby applies sunscreen on her shoulders with gentle massages.

ellie doesn’t wear bras, and abby is obsessed with her in white tank tops when everything shows through—just hot. abby does wear bras, but nothing fancy—simple black or white basics. no lace lingerie or anything.

abby wears reading glasses because her dad told her to take care of her vision. ellie? she NEEDS glasses because she can’t see anything far away, but she refuses to wear them because she says she’ll look like a “nerd” (even more than she already does)

ellie loves slipping her hands under abby’s shirt, hugging her from behind, fingers tracing her strong muscles, brushing past the light hair, down to the waistband of her boxers. she rests her chin on abby’s shoulder, giving her soft kisses on the neck.

abby? she’s shamelessly obsessed with ellie’s ass. if ellie bends over, abby’s gotta smack it. when ellie wraps her arms around abby’s neck for a kiss, abs can’t resist reaching down to give her a squeeze. yeah... 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

someone please stop me and forbid me from TALKING!!!

[barnxsromanxff]

joel miller fics coming soon…

requests open!

here’s some gifs as a present 🫶🏻

[marscardigan]

through the valley, part iii

ellie williams x reader

part i part ii part iv

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 9.7k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence. homophobia. mentions of blood and brutal murder. mentions of strong religious themes. abuse.

Five summers ago

Natalie's hand ran down your abdomen, making your eyes squint. "This is bad. We shouldn't-" The blonde silenced you with a kiss, which you whimpered at. She smiled at you, and suddenly all your bad thoughts disappeared. Still, the knot inside your chest was there. "This isn't bad" She whispered, pecking soft kisses into your jaw. "We love each other. What's wrong with that?"

You and Nat met two years before, when her father, Hugh, and her younger brother came after hearing the charismatic sermons your mother did. You soon noticed that although the teen followed and respected the Seraphite traditions, she did question them. As you did, in secret. So when you and her started becoming friends, you felt nervous around her. She didn't treat you like a sacred goddess, like the rest of the commune. She treated you like a normal being. But was it normal when she sought for your warmth? When she kissed you on the lips? You didn't know. Or maybe you knew, and yet still did it. "Your mother's thoughts about this is what's wrong. Why can men and women do this, and we can't?"

You couldn't answer that question. So, instead, you kissed her again. Because every time you did, your chest stopped hurting. Everything stopped hurting.

Everything changed two months later. You remember it all too well. Natalie didn't come that night though your window, as she always did. You didn't see her all day, either, and you started thinking she may have gone with her father for patrol. But something didn't feel right. You were about to escape to find out where she was, when your two guards opened your door, grabbing your arms and forcing you to walk. You screamed for your mother, pleading to her as tears threatened to come out. What was happening? Why Alec and Rosemary grabbed your wrists so tight?

They took you to the coast of the island, everyone was there, with torches in their hand and forming a circle around a big stick of wood. Nat was there. She was tied up with a rope, unconscious. You remember seeing her father, begging and crying at your mother. She nodded at Jason, and with a swift movement, he cut Hugh's throat. You remember screaming. You remember watching your mother speak about loyalty to the commune. About what to believe. About what was right, and what was wrong. You remember everyone throwing their torches at Natalie. You remember seeing her body burning. You remember screaming and throwing up. The last thing you remember was completely dark.

You woke up later, gasping or air. You were locked inside the chokey; a small, pitch-dark closet with broken glass and nails stuck to the walls. You mourned your friend's death. After hours of crying, you screamed for help. It was your mother who opened the casket you were trapped in. You hugged her tight, but she didn't say anything. Trying to look at her for comfort, you only saw disappointment. She whispered your name, "You need to tell your sins to me"

So you did. For every misdemeanor you did with Natalie, a strong whip was felt on your back. You didn't try to complain, because it is what you deserved. The thing about the whipping was that it would leave a path of notorious marks along your body, so every time you saw them, you would remember your mistakes. Your shouts were heard in every corner of the island.

After telling her everything, she dropped the lash, and made you turn back to her so you could see her. "The lord gave you another chance" Her warm hand found your cheek. "Don't ruin it in misdeeds. You are our salvation, don't ever forget that"

You nodded, and let her take you back to your room. The looks of disgust stopped after a month. They were able to forgive you for what you did. But you weren't sure if you could forgive them.

"Hey" The voice of Ellie brought you back. "You zoomed out for a while there"

You weren't in Haven anymore. You were in a boat with a stranger you just met two days ago. "Sorry, it's just been years since I left"

Ellie nodded, looking at your eyes as if she could read them, "It's okay" You avoided her gaze, focusing on the view behind her. "We're getting close to the harbor. Grab your backpack"

Both of you started your way back to Ellie's first mission: to end Abby and all of her friends. You realized not asking why the redhead wanted that. You weren't sure you wanted to know, either. Hours passed and you followed quietly the girl. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, at least for you, but Ellie hated silence. So she tried to make you talk. Somehow, your voice soothed her. "You knew those two, right?"

She was talking about Lyra and Edmund. "Yeah, yeah, I know them"

"You are quite popular out there" She giggled. Her smile made you shiver. "You could say that" Was all your voice said.

When the night came, you and Ellie searched for a place to sleep. After making a bonfire, Ellie turned to face you, seeing if you could sleep. She pouted after seeing your winced expression. Ellie lifted her fingers and almost, almost, reached your face to comfort your pain, to try to take it away. But she removed before she made contact with your soft skin.

The sun came up and Ellie woke up, alone. You were gone, and your stuff was too. She looked rapidly at her own backpack, but everything was in its place. She started spiraling, thinking about when you could have left, why did you go, and where could you be now. But every question answered itself when you came back to her eyesight.

"Hey. Brought food" You raised your hand to show her the rabbit you hunted.

Somehow, Ellie felt like she could breathe again since she woke up. She tried not to look too close into this new emotion that jumped inside her chest every time she saw you. "Good, good. Bring it here"

Later, Ellie couldn't stop looking at you, like she wanted to say something. So, you encouraged her to speak. "It's nothing, just... You could've waited f'me. To go hunt together"

You shrugged, "You needed to sleep. I wanted to be useful while you rested". At the commune, no one let you do anything, because everything was already done by everyone else. However, outside the commune, you could show that you werent just the chosen one. You were much more than that. And you wanted to exhibit that with Ellie.

She wanted to tell you that you were useful, and you didn't need to prove yourself. You just needed to stay. But Ellie didn't say anything. She just finished her food. And you were back at the road.

You adored the silence. And being with Ellie didn't change that. What it did change, however, was how much you seem to like the girl's rants and bad jokes. It helped your chest to stop hurting for a bit.

You passed through a familiar face painted in a wall. You stopped in front of it. It felt weird, how much time it had passed since you saw her, and yet you could feel and see her everywhere. Every mural portrayed her perfectly. Ellie stopped too, just behind you. She was afraid to speak. But she could still see how your fear came back to the surface. Her hand reached for your shoulder, but you moved away from her touch. "We should move on" You continued your way. And Ellie still followed. She didn't comment on how the canvas looked exactly like you.

Your head still ranted. And with your head ranting, your senses became blurry, provoking you to not notice a runner close. Ellie screamed your name. You were fast to react, though, grabbing your machete, and driving into its head. You gasped for air, returning to reality. "That was close"

"No shit" Ellie even seem angry for your slip. Maybe she did see you as a burden instead of a companion. If that's what you even were. Both of you were quiet after that.

You and Ellie tried the shortcut you knew to go where Abby was supposed to be, finding a few infected along the way. Ellie showed you her ability with the shotgun, and she discovered how good you were hiding and killing quietly. Turns out you two were a pretty good team, after all.

Between one of those fights, Ellie ran out of ammo, leaving her unarmed and harmless. You were killing a runner when you saw her. Her hand covering her mouth to not make a sound. A clicker was within centimeters from her face. You tried to think fast, and pushed away the fear that rested inside your chest. Throwing a brick on the clicker's head maybe wasn't the brightest idea you had that day. But at least it left her alone. Now that fuck face was coming towards you. You didn't have your bow, and your machete was too far. You only had a gun that Ellie gave you.

You hated guns, everyone you knew loathed them. You also weren't familiar with their use, being raised only using melee weapons. But you needed to protect yourself. To protect her. So you pulled the trigger and fired three shots into his head, and the clicker fell dead on the ground. You ran towards Ellie, who was nastily injured. "Ain't no way that's your first time with a gun" She breathed out. "You are too good"

Scoffing, you took off your shirt, and pressed it on her wound. You didn't notice it, but Ellie's cheeks burned. She preferred to think that it was because of the pain from the injury, and not for the sight in front of her. The white undershirt turned red in a matter of seconds.

"We will have to stay here until that wound is healed"

"But-" "No" Ellie closed her eyes, already tired of your stubbornness. "I am perfectly capab-" "Nuh-uh" "Hey, it's not even that bad"

"Ellie" You warned. "I'll clear the zone so we can stay here for the rest of the day" You got up, and grabbed your bow. The redhead called softly your name, almost like a plea. You waited. "Could you stay here with me?”

You hesitated. You should look for more possible threaths. For more food, more supplies, more-

"Please?”

So you stayed.

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