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ANGELS WEPT, pt 3.5

hi!! short lil heart breaking action.

warnings: none really? angst. hurt/comfort. dina being sad. jesse being sad. everyone is crying. that’s all bye. (if u see mistakes, no u don’t.)

jesse has had this funny feeling throughout his body all day, first it started with his stomach so he thought maybe he ate something bad? maybe he forgot something?

now that he thinks of it, maybe he didn’t put the toilet seat down when he left earlier. dina hates that.

then the feeling spread, from his stomach down to his legs… up to his chest and through his fingertips. he felt it in every step he took, every move he made. something was wrong.

“dude. the hell are you so on edge for?” his patrol partner, shane asked as they directed the horses through to the stables. it’d take a blind man to not notice how weird jesse was acting.

“don’t know man. something feels off.” jesse murmurs, patting the guy on his shoulder on his way out of the stables.

it wasn’t his intention to be short with him, but he desperately needed to get home to figure out what the hell was going on. his mind was reeling with possibilities.

the streets of jackson were eerily quiet, solemn even. where there would usually be children playing, the snow was fresh and untouched.

a wrinkle set between his eyebrows as his eyes flitted down to his watch. “it’s not that late…”

despite his confusion he trudged on. before long the place he called home came into his view.

when he stepped through the door, the silence should’ve told him something was up. dina was usually somewhere lounging around with her music up or blatantly talking to herself as she moved around their home.

jesse stomped the snow off of his boots before sliding them off of his feet. “dee? i’m back!”

he waited for a second for her to respond before calling out again, “dina?? you home?”

the lack of response pushes him to start walking around and poking his head into rooms, dina hadn’t told him she’d be gone today. to his knowledge she was free today.

jesse’s about to give up when he nears their bedroom and hears a quiet sob. his heart quickens when he opens the bedroom door to his girlfriend sitting at the edge of their bed, sobbing.

the tears running down her face were unrelenting, paving their way and making her reddened cheeks home. her shirt was tightly clutched in one of her hands, right over her chest, right over her heart.

she was a picture of distress. her eyes jumped up to his face as he walks into the bedroom.

“dina? what’s wrong babe?” her boyfriend springs into action, dropping to his knees infront of her hunched over body.

jesse wasn’t the best with comfort and he knew that, so he did what he knew. he knows how comforting physical touch is for her so he made sure to keep one hand on her somewhere, rubbing soothingly. he also took notice of the fact that she was already pretty worked up so he kept his voice down and soft.

“dee, what happened?” he asks her gently, rubbing his calloused hands up and down her trembling arms.

her eyes connect with his and for a moment, she does nothing but stare. the occasional sob still escaped her and her bottom lip trembled consistently but she just stared at him.

“i’m s-so sorry, jess.” she throws her arms around his neck and joins him on the wooden floor.

“..sorry? for what?” jesse tenses and relaxes quickly, rubbing up and down his partners back. her cryptic statement had his mind reverting back to the feeling that’s been assaulting his senses since what felt like all-day.

he tried his best to not get himself too worked up before dina could explain herself.

after a while, she takes a deep breath. her face is still hidden in his neck when she utters your name.

“she— was attacked by some people while on patrol. ellie went and f-found her after she didn’t.. she didn’t come home with the rest of her group.”

“is she okay??” his voice is gruff, overtaken with anger at the thought of someone hurting you. you, of all people.

“she’s dead, jesse.”

his hand abruptly stops its gentle circles against dina’s spine. he could swear he felt his heart stop for a second, “..what?”

dina knows he heard her, not knowing if she could repeat the statement again, she simply tightens her hold on him.

“no- no she’s..” his eyes begin fill with tears when he thinks about how you were just with him. how just last night you and ellie were over, talking shit as the group of you played the board games you’d played 1000 times before.

“this is gonna sound crazy but.. i’ve had this feeling all day. like something was wrong.. and now-“ he stops again, hating the way his voice was cracking.

“i never thought— this hurts so bad, dina.”

the lone tear running down the side of his face quickly multiplies and turns into shoulder shaking sobs.

“i’ve got you. we’re gonna be okay.”

[marcy-leigh]

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ANGELS WEPT, pt. 3

hi welcome back to my cute little universe. this part is sad as usual but the next one (4) should have the action. little nervous. small reminder to please like nd repost! that’s the only way things get shared around here. here’s to hoping this part does well!

warnings: graves, panic attack/ptsd (?), sad ellie, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, probably ooc everyone, i think that’s all <3 enjoy 🤸🏾‍♀️

ellie sifted the coarse dirt through her fingers, slowly building up a little pile. her jaw clenched when she read over the writing on the grave for what felt like the thousandth time since she got here.

she released a long breath through her nostrils before speaking, “you got your pretty funeral, huh baby?”

a faint smile blesses her lips when she feels a particularly strong gust of wind blow. ellie wasn’t one to believe in stuff like that. but she’d believe in any myth, superstition, or religion if it meant you were still close to her.

her mouth dries up as she tries to find more words to say to you. maybe she should apologize again? maybe she should try and just speak normally; but that’s hard when you’re speaking to a slab of stone.

the cold breeze against her freckled cheeks and the hardness of the ground underneath her knees takes her back to that room.

“baby please get up!”

she shuts her eyes tightly, pushing her nimble hand up to her chest in an attempt to stabilize her ragged breathing.

“i’m okay, it’s all-“

the sound of a brick falling and hitting another reminds her of the all too familiar sound of that fucking golf club, dropping her deeper into her own mind.

for some reason she feels as if she can smell the blood, like she could when they were holding her down against the floor in that room. she couldn’t forget that metallic smell even if she tried.

she never thought she would find herself in this situation again. her eyes shut tightly as she desperately attempted to remind herself this wasn’t actually happening again.

her heart began to beat faster. the sound fills her ears, drowning out all ambient sounds of the environment around her.

she doesn’t hear dina’s concerned shout for her.

it’s a particularly chilly day but ellie swears she can feel sweat dripping from her forehead and down her face. when she opens her eyes again, her stomach churns as if she’s gonna be sick.

she still there.

she’s sobbing now, fully convinced she’s back in the situation where she failed you. she can feel the hands digging into the flesh of her arms and the knee in her back. the revelation makes her immediately attempt to fight the people holding her down.

nearly everything is the same. same girl taking away your liveliness away one blow at a time, same dimly lit room, same sunken feeling all throughout her body. one thing is different though, you. your face is still bloodied and broken, but your lips are moving as if you’re speaking.

“help me, ellie.” your voice echoed around the room. it sounded… broken, like you were in so much pain. “ellie,, please! you’re supposed to protect me.”

she whimpers, as she struggles. “i know, i’m sorry— i’m sorry.”

“ellie please help me! please,, please.”

her hands claw at her throat, she wasn’t getting enough air. she felt as if someone was choking her, stealing all of her oxygen straight from her lungs. “i can’t get up.”

“please stop!!” ellie’s sudden scream startles jesse and dina who were slowly beginning to approach her. they were unsure if she actually needed their help until her outburst, making them hasten their steps toward her.

“please don’t do this.” she pleads as if she can change the outcome of the situation. as if she could still save you from your brutal death.

ellie is brought back to the present by dina’s cold hands against her face, obstructing the paths of her steady tears. at first she fights against her, stuck between reality and the twisted memory. when her tear-filled eyes catch dina’s worried ones, she calms for a moment.

that moment doesn’t last long before she’s backing away from dina’s gentle touch, wrapping her arms around herself. no one’s ever seen her like that, no one but you. she didn’t want her friends to see her like that, she doesn’t want anyone to worry about her.

ellie’s eyes dart between jesse and dina’s worry stricken features as she attempts to calm herself down.

in an attempt to stop the incessant trembling of her bottom lip she pulls it into her mouth. the nervousness consuming her makes her accidentally bite down on her lip hard enough to taste blood.

she’s tried to stop thinking about how you looked when your life was taken from you, how you must’ve felt. she tried to get the sound of you begging her to save you out of her mind.

jesse’s speaking. she can clearly see his mouth moving but for some reason, can’t hear a word coming from his mouth over the volume of her blood pumping in her ears.

when the sob finally escaped from her lips and her knees weakened, jesse was there to catch her. he tries his best to let go of the initial awkwardness of the affection that ellie and him had never shared before.

they never had the chance to be this vulnerable with eachother before. sure, they’ve exchanged i few sentimental words but if you asked him if he ever thought he would have to hold ellie williams while she cried? he’d say no in a heartbeat. not out of being unwilling to, but from the only time he’d seen her express any emotion was with you.

“you’re okay…. dina and i are— are here.” he whispers soothingly into her hair, stealing panicked glances at dina.

“breathe with us, el.” dina chimes in.

ellie was too exhausted to fight his embrace once she had finally calmed down enough, just gradually dropping her tight hold on him.

there was no denying the embarrassment bubbling in her and slowly taking over all of her limbs. she closed her eyes gently and whispered words only loud enough for hopefully, you to hear before getting up and walking straight past her friends.

she couldn’t be here any longer, and she definitely couldn’t stand seeing the pity on the faces of people she loved. she could recognize it quickly after seeing it on all of the townspeople these past two days.

“ellie! where are you going?” dina shouted as she jogged after her, trying her best to catch her stride.

ellie ignored her, keeping her eyes focused on the exit out into the street.

she only makes it a few meters outside of the cemetery before she’s stopped by jesse’s hand on her shoulder.

“where are you—“

“you guys don’t have to come with me,, you know that right?” she turns and faces them.

dina’s look of confusion is mirrored over to jesse’s. “why wouldn’t we come with you?”

it isn’t that ellie doesn’t want them to, because she does. she knows they want justice for you just as bad she does but.. she feels unpredictable. she had no control over what just happened to her— so what if it happens again? what if it happens during a time where she needs to be focused?

“i don’t— i don’t wanna be a burden.” her red-rimmed eyes stare at the concrete as if she wants it to open up and swallow her.

“ellie, you go, we go. end of story.” dina grabs one of her hands.

dina and jesse had talked about the risks beforehand, out of clarification because they know there wasn’t a chance they weren’t going. your absence sat heavy on their hearts. especially jesse’s.

“…oh,, okay.” she whispered as she stood up a little straighter, putting her mask of confidence and nonchalance back on. “i need to stop by our house first.”

at their nods she turns on her heel and begins to lead the way.

———

the walk to your once shared home was encompassed with a comfortable silence, occasionally being broken by small talk about the plan to leave jackson.

by the time the group reached the porch of the two-story home, ellie’s mind was reeling. she knew what she had to come in and get, but deep down she knew she would be sidetracked. nonetheless, she rolls out her shoulders and reaches a trembling hand toward the doorknob.

she hesitates, tightening her hand into a fist. dina catches her wrist, giving her a solemn look.

“you don’t have to do this, y’know? we can go in and get whatever it is you need.”

“no— no that’s okay.” she gives her a small smile and opens the door.

the familiar smell of your home welcomes ellie back. if she was truthful, she couldn’t stand to sleep in the queen sized bed without you next to her, so she’d been crashing at joel’s for the past two days.

“okay… you got this ellie.” she muttered, only loud enough for herself.

———

ellie had finally made it up to your bedroom. your things messily strewn around taunted her, reminding her you wouldn’t be there touch them anymore.

it’s almost exactly how it was when she left to find you that day, apart from the small shoebox sitting at the foot of the bed. when she approaches it she can tell tommy left it there. your name is scrawled across the top in his messy handwriting.

her calloused hands move to open the top of the box slowly, unsure of what she may find inside. what’s inside makes her pink lips stretch into a soft smile.

your things are inside, what was on you when you died.

her fingers graze over the top of your trinkets, stopping at the yarn bracelet you’d worn everyday. her gentle green eyes examine it for a few seconds before sliding it onto her own wrist.

“ellie!!”

the shout of her name startles her. making her huff out a breath before yelling back in confusion.

“can you come down here?”

“is everything okay?” she asks, shutting the box and making sure everything is in its place before leaving.

“yeah just— just come down!”

ellie furrows her eyebrows but starts her descent down the stairs anyway, she slows to a stop when she catches sight of maria’s figure pacing back and forth in front of the dining table.

she nearly outwardly groans before she’s cut off by maria unfolding a piece of paper and beginning to speak,

“maria. i’m headed to seattle. i know we talked and i said i was gonna try to let it go, but i can’t. i have to bring these people to justice. ellie’s going to try to come after me but stop her.”

ellie rolls her eyes at this, knowing there’s no way in hell she could be stopped.

“take her guns. lock up the horses. maybe lock her up,” maria looks up and into her green eyes. “buy me some time so i can end this. stay safe, joel.”

the woman’s eyes seem to be overtaken by many emotions as she throws the paper down on the table and leans against it. “he’s gonna get himself killed. i had to— to beg tommy not to go after him.”

“he should’ve taken me with him.” ellie retorts. “you should’ve given us a group to go after those fuckers!”

“i wish i could.” maria says pointedly.

“you gonna try and lock me up?”

“i prefer you stay—“

“that’s not gonna fucking happen—“

“i prefer that you stay, but i know you better.” maria cuts her off to finish her own sentence. she sighs and looks over at dina and jesse.

“y’all going with her?”

their nods and mumbles of confirmation is all maria gets from them.

“‘course you are.. so your plan was to just- what? sneak out of here?” she begins pacing again, keeping her eyes trained on the group of them.

“..yeah.”

“on foot?”

ellie repeats her answer from earlier.

“i told the stable to let you out with your horses. grab some ammo too.”

no one speaks for a moment, not expecting her to say that.

“thank you, maria.” dina speaks up for all three of them.

“just uh- do me a favor and bring my dumbass brother back in one piece, please.”

ellie’s eyes soften, “of course.”

“alright then. get going, you’re… you’re losing light.” she nods at them before walking past and leaving out of the front door.

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this would so be joel, ellie, dina, and jesse in the situation where anyone was mean to you. (before the ass whooping of course.)

ANGELS WEPT AU.

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writing this is actually hurting me, why do i do this 💔

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if y’all are missing the jesse content for pt 3, it didn’t fit in how i wanted so that’ll be in 3.5!! love ya <3

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My mum tonight

"But were you what they expected? I mean you're a bit odd after all."

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THANKS MOM.