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͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Sink my teeth in you　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: One stupid dare had changed Ellie’s life forever, and the person she cared about the most was suffering because of it.

an: Shes baaaackk!! The amount of feedback you guys gave me for Still Alive had my jaw on the floor, so here’s part two! This will most likely be the last part of the Still Alive story that I’ll be doing, but if you guys do want more of angsty, hot, demon Ellie, please let me know. I also changed my format a little bit, so let me know if you guys prefer this or how I was writing before. I hope you all enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed the last. (Also this one isn’t proofread either sorryyyy)

Warnings: smut! Will be a lot softer and more loving than last time but still…smut. Mentions of blood (don’t worry I don’t get too graphic I can’t handle that shit either), Ellie smoking because bby is stressed and having an identity crisis, angst, use of strap (r!receiving), pet names, shy!reader standing up for herself, Ellie is shamelessly in love with reader, mentions of…spells and rituals?? It’s mainly from memory of Jennifers body and things im making up myself, let me know if I missed anything pleaseee.

You can read part 1 here!

Ellie Williams was fucking dead.

At least she was pretty sure she was dead, she truly couldn’t tell. She felt…different, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t put her finger on what had changed. She was so out of tune with herself, and her thoughts and her actions, it was like she was standing behind a wall while someone else controlled her, and it was fucking scary.

She did know however, that she sure as hell wasn’t human anymore.

It was fucking ridiculous, and she felt like she was losing her mind, but she was pretty sure she knew how this all happened.

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It was her typical Friday night, hopping from bar to bar with a group of her party friends. They were drinking too much, smoking too much, and she felt herself slowly slipping away from reality with each sip of her drink that she took. She fucking needed it, classes were kicking her ass, and her grades were dropping..

And it was becoming harder and harder to pretend like she wasn’t in love with you.

It was fucking pathetic, because you’ve been her best friend since you guys were like…8 years old, and she’s always felt butterflies whenever she was around you. But she let it go on too far, her feelings settling in the pit of her stomach every time you laid your head on her shoulder, or held her hand whenever you were nervous, and before she knew it she wasn’t 8 years old with a crush anymore, she was well into her 20s and falling in love.

She hated it because she felt selfish, she felt like she was taking advantage of your kindness, of your friendship.

So, she went out with her friends and she got drunk, as one does when they’re hopelessly in love with their best friend.

She was following behind her group of friends, already visiting the fourth bar of the night, and Ellie was mindlessly staring at her shoes hitting the ground, her fists balled up in her pockets, images of your pretty face flashing through her head, when Dina spoke up.

“Let’s go into this one! I think there’s a live band here tonight” She gasped, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the horribly written sign outside. Ellie frowned softly as she tried to as well, leaning in a bit to get a better look at what it said.

Live performance tonight! Violet Skies!

Ellie furrowed her eyebrows as she read, blinking a few times before she sighed, noticing that her friends were already stumbling into the bar without any further questions. “Corny fuckin’ band name…” she mumbled our, taking one more look at the sketchy looking bar before she walked in.

Whoever the hell it was, sure as hell wasn’t popular. The bar had ten people max, and most of them were already too belligerent to even comprehend that there was a live performance. She sighed, making her way to the bar and ordering herself a glass of whiskey.

Her friends were crowded near the stage, creating some what of a make shift audience for the band that would be playing soon. Ellie was miserable, she was getting to a point where she wasn’t even having fun anymore.

She just wanted you, in your comfy little home with your comfy blankets and your sweet smelling lotion that you wore every night. She wondered time and time again why she chose a cold, empty bar over your warm inviting home and even warmer embrace.

She was a coward, that’s why.

She was more than half way done with her drink far too quickly, when the band began to set up for their show. She turned her attention towards them, squinting her drunk eyes a bit as she watched them all tune their instruments and adjust the microphone.

Before she could even realize what was happening, she was being tugged throughout the bar by her arm, by Dina. Ellie let out an annoyed groan, letting the girl drag her around like a rag doll. Once Dina had brought her with the rest of the group in front of the stage, Dina gave her a gentle nudge. “M’not letting you sit at the bar all night like a creep…maybe these guys are good!” She beamed, causing Ellie to roll her eyes gently.

Dina smirked gently as she leaned into her a bit, her voice dropping. “I caught a glimpse of the lead singer…she’s hot”. Dina’s words made Ellie scoff, because Dina knew that she was sulking over you right now. And there wasn’t even any reason to, Ellie was simply the queen of self sabotage.

Ellie opened her mouth to complain, but before she could, the show was starting.

The bright lights that settled onto the stage hurt Ellie’s head, and they weren’t even directed at her. She was just fucking annoyed and she wanted to leave but she also didn’t know where to go because she couldn’t escape her fucking thoughts. And now this godforsaken band was walking on stage and she couldn’t care less and..

Her breath gets caught in her throat, because Dina was right. The lead singer is hot.

Because she reminds Ellie of you.

If she didn’t know any better, she’d think this girl modeled her entire appearance after you. She’s got the same pretty hair color as you, and the corner of her lips turn up the same way yours do when you’ve got that cute little smirk on, and it’s making Ellie feel warm inside because she’s bringing her the same comfort that you bring. Ellie finds that she can’t take her eyes off of her.

The band sucks, and they’re out of tune and the songs are cheesy and it sounds like radio music, but Ellie doesn’t fucking care, because you’re literal twin is standing in front of her on a stage, swaying her hips in a tiny skirt, and she’s too drunk to apply any common sense she has in that moment. She pretends it’s you on stage, putting a show on for her.

It doesn’t help that she’s eye fucking Ellie the entire time.

It burns her because she wonders what you’d look like if you looked at her that way, not some carbon copy, but you, her best friend, her girl. She’s licking her lips, her eyes burning from a lacking of blinking as she stares at your clone, and in that moment she feels like this is the closest she’ll ever fucking get to the real thing.

Dina notices immediately, and she smirks gently. She’s just as drunk as Ellie, and her better judgment has flown out the window far too long ago, so she doesn’t stop herself when she leans into Ellie again towards the end of the set and whispers to her.

“I dare you to try and get it in with her”

Ellie truly didn’t need to be told twice, because adrenaline was already pumping through her veins and she was fucking horny, and she seriously had nothing to lose at this point.

Or so she thought.

She smirked softly as she eyed the lead singer, downing the rest of what was in her glass and passing it to Dina.

The bands set had ended a few minutes after that, and the little smirk that the lead singer gave Ellie, followed by the silent calling with her fingers when she walked off was all she needed to carry out the dare that she was given.

The bar was small, with little security, so it was fairly easy to navigate her way to the backstage area. She made her way out of the bar, the warm breeze wafting onto her face as she circled around the bar so that she was at the back of it.

And as if they shared a brain, there she was. She looked even more like you in the moonlight, and it made Ellie’s heart beat faster. Her back was pressed up against the brick wall of the bar as she brought her cigarette to her lips, smirking the second she saw Ellie making her way over to her.

“Didn’t think you’d come…” She purred out, trying desperately to sound sexy. If Ellie wasn’t so gone, the attempt would’ve made her cringe. But the alcohol and weed in her system made it so that she even sounded like you, so she took it.

Ellie smirked softly, leaning against the wall as she stood next to the girl, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes shamelessly roamed down her body. “With that little show you were putting on for me? I’d be crazy not to come…” she sighed out, her voice raspy.

The girl giggled softly, her cheeks turning pink as she turned her body so that she was facing Ellie before she nodded her head towards the building. “Wanna see my dressing room?”

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Ellie had the girl pressed up against the dark walls of the dressing room, if she could even call it that. It was a small room with a couch against the wall, a make shift vanity and a tiny rack with a few hangers on it, but Ellie didn’t care.

Because in her drunken state, a pair of soft lips and a warm body pressed up against hers was just what she needed. The little moans and whines that came from the girl were urging her on, and it was finally giving her the distraction from you that she needed so badly.

“Fuck…you taste so good..” she moaned out. Ellie knew she was lying, she tasted of weed and whiskey and her kisses were harsh. It made Ellie wonder how many times she’d told someone these things before.

Ellie groaned, gripping the girls waist and walking backwards until they had reached the couch. The girl pressed her palms against Ellie’s chest, pushing her back to lay on the couch as she straddled her.

Without missing another beat, her lips were on Ellie’s again. Ellie placed her large hands on her hips as she began rocking her back and forth, letting her grind down on her body. The moans that she let out were sinful and Ellie wanted more, she needed to hear more.

When the girl broke the kiss, she expected her to take her top off, or stand up to take her skirt off, or anything other than what she actually did.

She was straddling Ellie, and Ellie moaned out softly as she let her hand trail up her body, grabbing and squeezing as she waited for her to do something else. The girl opened her mouth and she began speaking, but Ellie couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Her words sounded like they were in a different language, one Ellie couldn’t quite pinpoint, and it made her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She sat up a bit, proving herself up on her elbows as she stared up at the girl. “What…what are you doing?” She mumbled out, but she was only met with a hand pressed to her chest and pushing her back down to lay on the couch.

The girl continued speaking, reaching behind her and grabbing a small dagger, and Ellie’s heart began beating faster and faster.

The girl got louder with each passing word she spoke, and Ellie was starting to think for a moment that this was all a bad dream and she’d wake up soon.

But she never did.

The girl inhaled deeply, holding the handle of the dagger with both hands before she lifted it over her head, biting her lip almost nervously as she stared down at Ellie.

“We won’t make it on our own in Hollywood…you’re our ticket there…sorry” she mumbled softly, and Ellie’s eyes went wide.

“Are you fucking crazy!? What are you-“ her words were cut off by the dagger piercing her through her chest.

She doesn’t remember anything after that.

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That night was the last normal night of Ellie’s life.

Because after all of that, she woke up gasping for air in the woods. She had no idea where the fuck she was or how long she had been there, but she did know that whoever the hell put here there, thought that she was dead.

When she got up, she had the worst headache of her entire fucking life. The throbbing was so loud, she was sure if anyone was standing next to her they’d be able to hear it too. And she was so fucking hungry. She placed a hand on her stomach to try and calm the pain she felt, but it didn’t help.

She felt empty, drained, like all of the life had been sucked from her body, and she was merely a corpse left to rot in the woods.

Corpse…death…dying.

That girl tried to fucking kill her.

It was all coming back to her, but when she looked down at the area of where the girl had stabbed her, it was completely gone.

And Ellie was sure she was having a bad fucking trip at that point.

All she knew, was that she needed to get home and fucking eat something.

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It was like she was suffering the worst hangover of her entire life.

No matter how much she ate, she couldn’t shake the empty feeling that settled at the pit of her stomach. She tried everything, cleaning out her fridge, her pantry, she even splurged and bought food from her favorite fucking take out place.

And nothing.

She felt like she was going to pass out every time she stood up. She was weak, and frail, and there wasn’t enough medicine to get rid of the pain that riddled her entire body.

And to make things worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about you.

She always did, you were almost always on her mind, but this was all different.

The hunger she felt in her stomach was almost identical to the hunger she felt for you. It was like she couldn’t separate lust and basic human needs, and she felt like she was going to lose her mind if she wasn’t able to touch you soon.

But she couldn’t, not in this state. She had to wait to see you.

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Ellie learned a lot within the week that she took off of school.

She learned that food wasn’t enough. After about the third day of trying to satisfy herself with the second set of groceries she went through, she was convinced that food just was not going to cut it.

Then what the hell would?

Her answer came to her when she was at the store, trying to buy more medicine for her everlasting headache.

The fluorescent lights in the pharmacy were making her dizzy, everything around her just entirely too loud, and it was making her angry.

But for a moment, it was all clear.

The girl standing next to Ellie was so unsuspecting, bending down a bit to find whatever medicine it was that she needed, living her life just as everyone else was doing in the store.

But Ellie couldn’t ignore the way that her mind was clear, and for a split second, her headache was gone and the hunger she felt subsided.

Until it all came rushing back again once she stepped away.

She wasn’t sure what it was that ignited her to follow the girl, or what it was that was even prompting her to continue doing so outside of the store. But before she knew it, her new instincts were taking over and she was pouncing the girl outside of her car in the dim parking lot.

So yeah, Ellie finally figured out what it was that she needed to satisfy her hunger.

Because after she finished the girl, she felt stronger, like she had been born again. Any pain and suffering that she was experiencing had disappeared the second her teeth sunk into the girls skin. It was like euphoria, and she wanted more.

That week was spent entirely by herself. Researching and trying to understand what the hell had happened to her. She figured she wasn’t a vampire, because she’d watch those twilight movies with you and she was pretty damn sure she wouldn’t turn into stone if someone killed her, and she was breathing and walking around just as much as any other living person so she wasn’t necessarily dead.

But she was stronger, radiant, she was sure her skin even had a new fucking glow to it that wasn’t there before. So something had changed.

After digging through countless libraries, she finally found a book on spells and rituals. That’s how she settled on the fact that she indeed was used as a sacrifice.

A fame spell to be exact. Ellie couldn’t decipher what spell it was exactly that had been used on her, but from what was physically done, and the final words that the girl spoke to her, she narrowed it down to that.

Dealing with…her new way of life was..strange.

Because her strength would last for a few days after she…ate, and she would feel like she was on top of the world. But then, she’d crash.

After reading further, she figured out that she had to feed every other day now. She tried her best to put it off as much as she possibly could, but Jesus was it hard.

The books she had about the spells and rituals also told her, that her hunger could only be satisfied when in the presence of her true love, and that made Ellie’s cold, dead her skip a beat.

Because she knew it was you, and she knew that she needed a lot of time before she could face you again. The hunger for you was still there, no matter how much she fed on others, she only wanted to be with you, and that scared her.

Ellie wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she ever hurt you.

And that’s why she waited so long to see you, wanting to be at her strongest before she was setting foot in your home and into your embrace. She told herself she could do it, that it would all be easy.

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She was wrong.

Because come Monday and you’re sitting in the courtyard, the sun dancing on your pretty skin, soaking it up beautiful, your skirt flowing in the wind, and Ellie just wants to whisk you away and keep you in her bed until the end of time.

But she gets closer and she notices that you’re sitting with Amber.

It was stupid enough that Ellie had gone too many days without feeding, and she was already irritated to begin with, but now you were sitting there looking like a fucking goddess and it wasn’t for her, you weren’t waiting for her and it made her want to rip someone’s fucking throat to shreds.

Ellie finds that she can’t really control herself or her actions these days, especially when it’s been a while since she’s gone…hunting..it’s like she’s suddenly seeing red at any minor inconvenience and she’s too weak to even care about the white hot rage that’s surging through her body.

And that’s how you end up crying in front of her in the library, and Ellie feels like fucking shit about it.

Once her head is clear and she isn’t tucking starving, shes texting you and she’s trying to apologize but it’s all left in vain, because she’s sure at this point you’ve either muted her messages or gone all out and blocked her, and it’s making her want to cry because don’t you know that you’re all she fucking wants? Can’t you see how she feels about you? She’s suffering without you and it seems like you don’t even fucking care.

Ellie finds herself getting upset again, and the worst part is, is that you aren’t even there to defend yourself.

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It had been a few days since the party, and Ellie was once again suffering.

You’d gone completely silent after it all. You gently pushed her off of your body, put your clothes on and walked out of the room to go home.

Ellie had sat there with a confused look on her face, scurrying around to grab her own clothes as she kept trying to talk to you, see what was going through your head, anything.

But you said nothing, you simply got dressed and left, and it left Ellie panicking.

Because she felt as though she just got you back, and she finally felt okay with herself and with you when she was around you, kissing you and holding you. But you were slipping through her fingers just as quickly as you were falling into bed with her, and she didn’t know what to do.

So, she gave you space.

She ignored any impulse that she had to text you, to show up at your apartment with your favorite flowers and a stuffed animal of the stupid cartoon you like, but it was fucking hard, and she couldn’t help but feel like this was the end between the two of you.

She started taking things a lot more serious when you didn’t show up to school.

Never in all of your friendship did you let anything make you miss school. Even when you were 11 and Ellie gave you strep and you almost passed out during gym class, or when you refused to miss a final even after a dentist appointment and you were all loopy on laughing gas, to this day Ellie doesn’t know how you passed a test in that state.

But bottom line was, you never let anything get in the way of your education. So Ellie was really fucking worried when her first lecture of the day was going on and all she could focus on was your empty seat that was next to her.

After class, she had raced to your apartment. She had given you more than enough time to figure out what you wanted from her, and she decided it was time you let her know.

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Her hand was banging on your door, the same exact way it was the first time she revealed herself to you after she had…changed.

She knew she had to be persistent, she knew that the sudden silence from you was only going to grow more space between the two of you if she didn’t do something about it.

So she stood there for about ten minutes, knocking on your door and calling out for you until you’d decide to call the cops, or open up for her.

“Baby come on…we…fuck, we need to talk. Either you let me in or I’m letting myself in” her tone was stern, and from the other side of it you stood there, staring at it, and you knew you should take her seriously.

Ellie almost passed out when she catches sight of you, and it feels like she hasn’t seen you in years. Your eyes are puffy, and your lips are swollen from all the times you’d rub your sweater sleeve against your nose, and as sick and twisted as it may sound.

Ellie thinks you look so fucking pretty.

But she can’t ignore the way her heart tugs at the tiny sniffle you let out. You’re standing in front of her, and you have that cute little pout on your lips, and your arms are wrapped around yourself like you’re protecting yourself from her and she feels like she’ll break at any second because this is her doing, she’s the reason you’re like this.

She let out a soft sigh and she’s pushing the door closed before she’s pulling you down to sit on the couch to sit with her. She winces slightly because you still won’t look at her, and she feels like she’s already lost you.

Her voice falls lower, just above a whisper as she brings her hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Bambi…you’ve gotta talk to me…we…we can’t just…do what we did and not talk about it”

She feels like the worst person in the world because the second she speaks, she can already see your chin wobbling and she hears the way your breathing becomes uneven and she knows it’s coming, and she wishes she can do something to stop it.

When you finally look up at her, your eyes are red, eyelashes clumping together from your wet tears and it looks like you’ll crumble at any second.

“You’ve changed Ellie…you’re not the same and I…I want my best friend back”

Your words hit her deep within her chest, like the dagger the girl at the bar drove through her, but worse. Because you’re pleading with her for something she can’t give you, and it’s the first time in her life and in your friendship that she feels like she can’t provide you with everything you’ll ever need.

She inhales deeply, her hands dropping to take yours in her own before she gives a slight nod. “I have changed…and I…I’m not sure if I can go back to the way I was before baby..” her voice is low, and her words make you scoff.

“Typical, you’re just dancing around my words at this point Ellie. What is going on with you? What are you not telling me?” You whimper out, your voice breaking between the sobs and tears you’re holding back for your own sake, and her own.

She sighs, because she knows she can’t keep this up anymore.

With a deep inhale, she give your hand a squeeze, and she’s telling you everything she’s experienced within the past few weeks.

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You’re slowly pulling your hands away from hers when she finishes, eyebrows furrowed as you stare at her as if she had three heads.

“Is this a fucking joke?”

Ellie felt like she was going to cry, and you were staring at her with furrowed eyebrows, looking so fucking angry. For the first time since all of this had happened, she realized that everything she was telling you probably sounded like a load of bullshit.

“Look, I know it’s hard to believe and…and I know you probably don’t trust me all that much right now. But I don’t even fully understand it all myself I just…” she stuttered out, feeling more and more hopeless the longer you stared at her with that dumbfounded look on your face.

Your best friend was sat in front of you, telling you that within the past two and a half weeks, she had someone been used in some…fame ritual, and because it went wrong, she was now some…some monster.

You let out a tired sigh, you were over it, all of it. You didn’t know what to think or what to feel, and in all honesty, you felt like the stories that Ellie were feeding you were all a sorry excuse to get rid of you.

“Look Ellie, I’m not an idiot…okay? And I’m not a child..if you…if you don’t wanna be friends anymore you can just say that. You don’t have to make up some elaborate story to try and soften the blow” you sighed out, your voice barely above a whisper. You slowly got up, letting her hands fall from your lap as you made your way to your bedroom, leaving her behind.

Ellie panicked, the tone in your voice told her that you were tired, and you were over her. The fact alone that you thought she could ever end your friendship made her heart tug.

The only reason she’d ever do that, is if she ever grew the balls to tell you how much she loved you.

She quickly got up from the couch and followed you into your bedroom. You were laying there, cuddling with Angel as you turned on your TV, acting as if Ellie wasn’t even there.

Ellie frowned, crawling onto your bed grabbing your thigh gently so she could spread your legs, settling between them as she stared into your eyes desperately.

“Im not lying! I wish I was fucking lying but I promise you I’m not” she groaned, grabbing your hand and holding it against her chest. “What can I do to prove it to you?” She mumbled out, staring into your sad eyes.

Angel caught her attention, and she noticed the way the cat that was curled into your side stared at her, eyes slanted and hair puffed up.

And it gave her an idea.

Her eyes widened a bit before she pointed at the cat. “Angel! She used to love me, and now she won’t even step near me. Don’t you think that means something?” She pleaded.

You frowned softly as you looked down at your cat, realizing then just how strange she had been acting.

Angel loved Ellie, she actually went with you to the adoption center to get her when she was just a baby. She crawled towards the both of you, meowing happily the second Ellie brought her hand down to pet her, and you knew that she was the one you’d take home with you.

Even when Ellie would visit, she’d be eager to jump into the girls lap.

But that had all gone through the window, and you started to think about when she started acting this way, but you were only left with the night that Ellie had came to you after her disappearance.

You blinked a few times in thought as you stared at your spooked cat before you shook your head, looking back up at Ellie.

“That doesn’t prove anything, she could just be…going through a phase or something” you shrugged, and Ellie was letting out a frustrated groan.

She looked down at her body, trying to find anything that she could physically show you that would prove to you that she wasn’t lying, and that this was all the truth.

Then she remembered. Her fucking fangs.

They freaked her out when she first realized she had them, and the sort of weighed in on the whole vampire theory that she had at first, but she remembered that she had them.

And that was all the proof she could give, so it had to be enough.

She inhaled deeply, staring down at you before she rested a hand on your soft thigh. “I’m going to show you something, but I need you to know that I’m not going to hurt you, and you don’t need to be afraid of me…okay?” She nodded slowly, trying to get you to understand that she was serious with what she was.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared up at her from your spot against your plush pillows, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. “Ellie I don’t have time for this, and really tired. Maybe you should just-“ she quickly cut you off.

“You know my better than anyone else does…please…just give me five minutes” she begged, her big green eyes staring into yours.

Your heart skipped a bit as she stared down at you, and you felt like you had no choice but to hear her out. You inhaled deeply before you gave her a gentle nod, urging her to carry on with what it was she had to show you.

She nodded with you, sighing gently before she closed her eyes, and focused. She had only tried pushing them out on her own once, the times before that her body simply took over and did it for her. She found that she had to make her mind completely blank, only focusing on bringing the new set of teeth that she had down.

Soon enough, her gums began to feel sore, and she felt her teeth shift a bit as the sharp fangs pushed out and settled where her canines would be. Once she was sure they were down completely, she opened her mouth for you to see.

Your eyes widened as you stared at her, sitting up a bit to get a closer look. The memories of her on top of you came flooding in, and what you wrote off to be a drunken hallucination was sitting right in front of your sober eyes.

Ellie Williams had fucking fangs.

You couldn’t stop yourself from crawling closer to her, settling on your knees as you reached out and grasped her chin gently, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you stared into your friends mouth.

“They were real…” you whispered out, more so to yourself than to her. Ellie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at your words, letting you stare into her mouth for a moment longer before she grabbed your wrist and closed her mouth. “Wait, you saw them?”

You nodded slowly as you stared at her. “At the party..when you…when we finished…I saw them. But I just…assumed I was just seeing things because of how drunk I was” you mumbled out softly before you licked your lips, staring down at her hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Okay fine…so what if you are telling the truth. What does this all even mean? What are you trying to tell me?” You sighed out, your voice soft and tired.

Ellie sighed, her thumb rubbing your soft skin gently before she shrugged. “I’m not totally sure what it means…but I do know that I feel…I feel better when I’m with you…I feel normal, like I don’t even need to do any of that stuff to feel okay…” she sighed out, staring up at you. Her green eyes sparkled against the dark light in your room, and the sight alone had you in shambles.

She sighed out gently, her hands cautiously going to hold your waist gently before she continued on.

“I’m tired of pretending..I know I’m different now but I…..I…” she stuttered, her heart beating a mile a minute. She was scared, scared that she’d lose you forever.

But it was worth the fucking risk.

“I’m in love with you.” She confessed, her voice low as she stared up at you, hands massaging your waist gently as you stared down at her.

And you realized there were two things you had thought you imagined, but were real.

One, your best friend had fangs.

Two, she told you she was in love with you.

You froze, because you didn’t know what to say. In all the years of knowing her, you’d dream about being with her in this very moment, wishing she’d utter those words to you every night before you went to sleep.

But now that you were here, you didn’t know what to say.

Ellie continued massaging your skin, giving you as much time as you needed to respond to her. When a few seconds passed and you were still silent, she continue giving your waist small, reassuring squeezes.

“Don’t worry if you don’t feel the same way Bambi, we can still be friends-“ she was cut off by your lips pressed against hers.

Ellie groans softly, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. She has yearned for it the moment you broke apart the last time she was with you, and having you there with her, pressed up against her, it was like having her air fill up with lungs again.

You moved to straddle her lap, your tongue pushing into her mouth in a passionate kiss as you wrapped your arms around her neck and held her close to your body.

Ellie feels the best when she’s pressed up against you, but you haven’t said a word since she’s confessed, and she can’t let this carry on if you don’t feel the same way.

It takes everything in her to pull away from you, and the little whine you let out when she breaks the kiss doesn’t make it any easier, but she’s pulling you away by your waist and she’s staring up at you, trying to catch her breath.

“Baby…baby wait I…I can’t…I can’t keep going if you don’t feel the same way..” she breaths out, and she thinks you’re going to come to your senses and tell her to go home, that you were done with her nonsense

But you’re not, your smiling softly down at her and she swears she can see the hearts floating around in your eyes. They’re twinkling and glowing and they look like pools of love and you honestly don’t even have to say it back, but she’s desperate to hear those words fall from your lips.

“You’re such an idiot…of course I love you too Els…always have…” you whispered out, toying with the soft ends of her hair at the nape of her neck.

You hum softly, one of your hands coming from around her and tracing her features, dancing over her freckles as if they were tiny constellations, there just for your viewing and no one else.

“I…we need to talk more about…what happened to you…but I believe you” you nodded, affirming to her that you truly did believe her.

And she feels her heart beating out of her chest, because not only do you believe her, but you loved her, and she feels like it’s all she needs to keep her going for the rest of her days.

She’s nodding eagerly, pulling you closer as she agrees. “Anything, I’ll tell you anything you want. I promise” her words were genuine, and you’re smiling softly as you stare down at her, feeling so comfortable and at peace in her lap, with her arms wrapped around you, you can’t even think for another minute that the story she’s telling you is far fetched.

You nod with her before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Before we do that…I’ve missed you, Ellie..” you sigh out against her ear, and she feels a chill run up her spine. Her hands are roaming your body in an instant and she’s nodding eagerly, almost looking silly as she gently lays you down into your bed.

“Fuck…please…let me show you how much I love you baby…come here…” she moaned out, already far too eager to touch you, feel you, love you.

You whine softly underneath her, staring up into her eyes lovingly before she leans down, catching your lips against hers in a loving kiss. Her hands are traveling up your body, slipping under your shirt and cupping your boob, twisting your nipple between her calloused fingers, and it’s pathetic but you’re already a moaning mess.

Her other hand comes up to grab both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. She breaks the kiss, staring down at you and moaning softly, she sounds so pretty you think you could cry. Your last memory with her like this was so fuzzy, and rough and hard to see through.

But this is all crystal clear, and it’s making your heart burst with love. The way she’s staring down at your body as she pushes your sleep shirt up to get a good look at you is so intense it almost makes you shy away, but this is Ellie, your Ellie, and you don’t trust anyone as much as you trust her.

Ellie bit her lip softly as she stares down at you for a moment longer before she’s helping you sit up, tearing off both your clothes and her clothes and tossing them in different directions of your room until your both naked and pressed up against one another.

You feel something press up against your soaked core and you furrow your eyebrows as you look down, only to see Ellie’s pink strap pushing against you. You look up at her, opening your mouth to ask her about it before she’s cutting you off with an answer.

“I…was hoping I’d be able to make love to you tonight…wore it just in case you didn’t kick me out…” she mumbles out sheepishly. And once again, your heart is bursting with love with her because she’s such an idiot sometimes, but it’s okay because she’s your idiot.

You pull her closer, pressing your lips to hers before your hand is trailing down between you and you grab the base, pushing it towards your soaked entrance with a soft hum.

“Shut up and fuck me already..” you moan out, and she doesn’t need to be told twice.

She pushes into you, and the moan you let out is enough to have her moaning with you. Her tattooed hand comes down to grip your hip gently as she steadies herself before she falls into a slow rhythm, moaning at the way her strap is rubbing up against her clit, and at the way that you’re moaning beneath her.

“F-fuck! Ahhhh Ellieeee…mmm-oh my god!” You whine out, and she’s nodding her head to urge you on further, her own words cut off by her moans and hissing.

“That’s it…that’s my fucking girl…o-oh fuck! My good girl…god I love you…fuck” she’s just as much of a mess as you are, and she’s positive she won’t last long. You’re staring up at her with those big heart eyes and she knows she’s a goner.

Because this is what she’s always wanted, to make you hers, show you how much she loves you and that you were it for her, you were her endgame, forever and always.

Her eyes are hungry and they’re eating you up, because you look like a work of art to her right now and she doesn’t even want to blink in fear that she’ll miss a fucking second of you.

“Love you so much…mmm fuuuuckk…gonna cum Els..please…please make me cum” you’re begging her, and it’s making her moans grow louder, the two of you babbling incoherently as you both confess your undying love for one another.

Ellie nods, speeding up her pace. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me- fuck! I’m gonna fucking come. Oh my god I’m-“ she moans out, and just from the look of her throwing her head back, her fucking fangs on full display for you, looking like the prettiest goddamn demon you’ve ever seen, you cum with her.

There’s little sparkles dancing around you, at least that’s what it feels like. Ellie tossed her strap to the side once you both caught your breath and cleaned you both up, and she put you in your favorite sleep shirt, and a pair of spare boxers you had for her laying around, and you both simply lay there, holding each other in your dim room.

And it feels complete, because it’s the first time that you can actually feel her there with you, and not just pretending to be there. And Ellie feels it too, she feels satisfied and she feels like she’s normal again, even though she knows she’s not.

A few moments pass as you’re pressed up against her, your fingers tracing small shapes on her collar bone before you break the silence.

“So…are we talking like…resident evil vampires? Or…Edward Cullen vampire?” And your words makes her chuckle softly before she sighs, finally giving it some thought for a moment before she hum.

“We’ll find out together baby…”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #tlou part 2 #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us

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brackishkittie · 1 year ago

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crazy in love, dina woodward

— dina woodward x black!reader

synopsis: dina as a gf whose literally infatuated with you.

c/n: pretty suggestive, but mostly just fluff!

a/n: was so excited to finally write smth for my bby dina I love her sm!!!

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves physical touch and quality time. she loves just laying next to you and admiring all of the features on your face while caressing your face with a big smile on hers.

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who helps you get ready when you guys are going out anywhere, like on a date.

“baby can you help me please?” you ask her while struggling to put on your earrings because you two were kinda late. “was waiting for you to ask me.” she giggles and quickly helps you put your earrings on. “you look beautiful..” she says as she stares at you through the vanity mirror, she adores her gf so much.

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who lovessssss kissing you to wake you up, kissing you before bed, and kissing you even when you’re wide awake and focused on something.

“are you done yettttt?..” she whines, she’s been trying to get your attention for awhile but you were too busy doing whatever you were doing. “almost done baby..just give me like five more minutes.” you say to her but she no longer wanted to wait and just started kissing all over your face which made you two erupt into laughter. “hey stop! that tickles! diiii get off of meeee!!!” “try to stop me then!”

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves playing with your hair. she loves playing with your braids, your twists, locs, etc. she oils your scalp for you and even learned how to do cornrows for you anytime you felt like wearing a wig. she’s always ready and willing to do something for her girl.

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who rewatches your story every single time you post yourself. she just be cheesin at her damn phone, watchin her gf look good. ( she don’t even care abt the music startin over, it doesn’t even bother her. all she cares about is her beautiful gf on the screen. )

“dina it’s been ten minutes take ts off now.” “ok fine one more time…OUUUUU look at my baby! I gotta watch it again just hold on.” “DINAAAAAA!!”

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who sets you as her lock and home screen wallpaper so EVERYBODY and I mean EVERYBODYYYYY knows that you’re her girl and if they don’t get it by then, then they’ll be sure to know by the way she CONSTANTLY brings you up in every single conversation she has with anybody even if it has nothing to do with what they’re talking about.

“so I’ve been deciding on whether I should surprise my-” “omg my girlfriend loves surprises!” “???..what?..”

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who loves baking and cooking with you. you guys made cinnamon rolls one time and all you two cared about was just the smell of cinnamon and love in the air. the faint noise of summer walker playing in the back from the tv and you two laughing.

“yk what this icing reminds me of baby?” “dina you are absolutely insane…” “OH COME ON!” “YOU ARE A NASTY NASTYYYY WOMAN DINA.” “you love me though.” “shut up.”

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who gets jealous when she feels as if someone is gettin a little bit too friendly with you…if they compliment you on your hair in a way she thinks was flirting, she’ll take matters into her own hands and start mean muggin them, palming your ass, grabbin your waist..she would do anything to make it known that you were hers.

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who I personally believe is a switch, she loves taking control most of the time but when you’re in control? GODDDDDD THAT WOMAN TURNS FERAL. she turns into putty in your hands, like she’s literally in love with you. you can just touch her in the slightest and she’ll already have goosebumps trailing up her skin.

☆ﾟ— gf!dina who has you as her gorgeous passenger princess. she keeps her hand rested on your thigh or when at a red light, takes it as a chance to just admire you and take in your beautiful features once again. ( sometimes she doesn’t even realize the light is green and snaps out of it once she hears the loud honk of another driver behind you two. 😭😭 )

tags: @mariefilms @machetegirl109 🫧

#brackishkittie #dina x you #dina nolastname #dina woodward #dina tlou #dina the last of us #dina x reader #dina x black!reader #dina x fem reader #dina x y/n

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spaceshipellie · 1 year ago

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sorry if this seems like a lot but your works on dina inspired me to make a fic of my own! it’s a dina x masc!reader smau fic and i chose dina because there aren’t a lot of works dedicated to her and the plot just sounded too good in my head that i felt the need to write it to get it out of my system. i’d really like to post it but the thing is i’m new to tumblr and i don’t have a following so i feel like if i do post it it just won’t get any attention so it’s just been sitting in my drafts instead LOL

omg i’m honoured!! another dina x masc!reader sounds incredible, there definitely isn’t enough of either! i’d love to read it and am so happy that you enjoyed writing it.

post it bby!!!! don’t worry about being new, we all had to start somewhere. it’s more important that you had fun with it and i’m sure many others will enjoy reading it too. tag me if you do, i’d love to see it :)

#erin answers ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#anons #dina x reader #dina x masc!reader

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mylostloversbookmarks · 2 years ago

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Okay first of all, this is a masterpiece!

Ellie and Dina being all cute 🥺💓

Joel singing in your ear as he slow dances with you?! IM 🫠🫠🫠

I love that Tommy is getting so heated with Joel and trying to protect the community but also I'm like DUDE OPEN YOUR EYES LUKE IS A MASSIVE DICK!!

Ugh I cannot wait to read the next chpt bby. I'm v v proud of you. Ily 💕

a safe haven | chapter three (j. miller)

series masterlist | previous chapter

summary: You and Joel get to know each other better and the two of you share a private moment out behind the barn under the stars; an unexpected guest shows up to the party; Tommy gives Joel a second and final warning about you.

pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic Female Reader

warnings/tags 🏷️ 18+ only, minors dni. (TW) more hints at a strained/abusive marriage, implication of domestic violence; reader and Joel yearning for each other, mostly soft Joel, hints of jealous and protective Joel here and there. **canon storyline deviation, Maria has only now just discovered she’s pregnant.

word count 6.2k

a/n 📝 welp, here is the next installment! there's not much to say except that I love every single damn trope I am throwing into this series and I am not even remotely close to being sorry for mixing them all together lmao. also the first half might be a bit slow but these details and reader’s interactions with Maria and Tommy are going to play an important role later on, which is why I included this scene. comments and reblogs are always very much appreciated and welcome, thank you for your sweet reading time!

Shall I stay

would it be a sin

if I can't help falling in love with you

About an hour later, after tossing back about three or four bottles of Seth’s crappy beer, you’d started feeling a lot livelier, and more like yourself. It was a glass of his delicious, oak barrel aged whiskey that you’d wanted more than anything, but with Esther over at the bar openly flirting up a storm with Joel Miller, you pushed down the desire and settled for the bitter, sour lager instead.

It tasted god awful, but it did the job well enough; the best part was that the bottles of beer were all readily available in coolers all around the barn, and you didn’t need to go up to the bar to get one. The last thing that you’d wanted was to find out what was going on between Esther and Joel.

Whether or not she would succeed in getting him into her bed tonight, you didn’t want to know that either. Not if you could help it.

“And the next thing you know, poor John is being chased all around the chicken coop by a bunch of broody hens!” Martha finished her story, throwing her hands up in the air. “God, I wish I would’ve had a camcorder in hand! The funniest thing I ever did see in almost two damn decades.”

Everyone sitting around the table burst into a fit of loud, hearty laughter.

“Oh okay, so that would explain why there weren’t all that many eggs in stock at the market the other morning,” You joked, only fueling the commotion.

John glared at you, and you shrugged innocently, fighting back another laugh. Six foot two with big, broad shoulders and arms, you found it both very difficult and amusing to picture the blonde haired, green eyed man being chased around by a flock of pissed off chickens.

“I’d really like to see any of you guys try and take a broody hen’s eggs away from her with ease!” John huffed out before taking a gulp of his beer. He was red in the face, and it was hard to tell if it was from the alcohol or the embarrassment. “Assholes.”

Martha leaned over, whispering, “See? I told you it would make him mad.”

You giggled, lightly shaking your head at her. “Talk about ruffling some feathers, huh?”

She snorted into her plate, jabbing her elbow into your side. “Let’s stop before he really gets all riled up or else we’re going to get an earful.”

“Oh come on, John. Lighten up,” You grinned over at him from across the table. “I know what’ll make you feel better. You guys want to hear a really, and I mean really embarrassing story?” You paused for a second or two, just long enough for everyone to nod eagerly. “Let me tell you about what Stella did to me the other day in her stall when I tried to take her temperature, it was absolutely awful—”

“Sorry to interrupt you folks, but do you all mind if we steal this sweet little lady here for just a minute or two?” The sound of Tommy’s smooth and deep voice caused you to stop abruptly and glance over your shoulder only to see him approaching you; he was closely followed by Maria, who had traded her usual patrol duty attire for a light blue denim dress that sat off of her shoulders, the skirt falling to her knees.

Her white cowboy hat matched her husband’s.

“C’mon, Miller! She was just about to tell a story!”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. “I promise we won’t keep her too long, alright?”

You immediately noticed he was holding a drink in each hand, each glass filled almost to the top with a rich and bold, amber colored substance over ice; the only reason that you’d immediately known one of the two drinks was meant for you was because Maria had just found out that she was pregnant. It was still a secret that very few people knew about, but the minute she confirmed it with a pregnancy test, she’d come running to your door to tell you. It was the reason she was avoiding booze and held a glass bottle of lemonade in her hand instead.

“Excuse me,” You nodded politely to the group of friends you’d been sitting with and stood up from the table. You followed Tommy and Maria over to a far corner of the barn where the three of you could talk somewhat privately. Accepting the drink from Tommy, you offered him a wide and grateful smile, happy that you’d gotten the drink you had wanted after all. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He nodded and tipped the brim of his hat to you in his typical, gentleman like manner.

He’d never lost an ounce of those Texas manners.

Maria looped her arm through his. “Well, it looks like tonight was a real success,” she stated as she glanced around the room, her pride written clearly across her face. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Absolutely,” You agreed without missing a single beat. You smiled again and lifted your glass to the couple as you toasted, “Another year and another success. Here’s to many, many more to come.”

“Cheers to that,” Tommy grinned and lifted up his glass, clinking the rim of it to yours before taking a generous drink, draining almost all of it at once in a single gulp. “Thanks for stoppin’ by earlier and helpin’ set the place up, by the way. We appreciate it.”

You waved your free hand at him. “Oh, no need to thank me at all. You already know that I was more than happy to help out,” You told him as you took a careful sip of whiskey; the hard liquor burned its way down your throat in the sweetest way. Taking another sip, you turned to look at Maria, unable to help yourself from admiring her gorgeous, natural glow. “How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad,” Maria replied with a smile, placing her free hand over her flat stomach. At only a few weeks along, she still hadn’t begun to show. “Just a little bit of morning sickness here and there, but so far, so good.” She paused and leaned her body into Tommy. “I never thought I’d be having a baby in my forties,” she mused with a laugh. “I thought that train had left the station a long time ago. But I guess life had something else planned for me.”

“For us,” Tommy corrected, playfully nudging her.

“For us,” Maria echoed, giving him a loving kiss on his cheek. “Luke calls it a geriatric pregnancy, and he told me I’m automatically considered high risk, due to my age. But we’re hoping it’ll go smoothly.”

You could detect the genuine concern behind her optimistic smile and reached out, gently touching her arm. “I’m sure it will all turn out fine. You just have to make sure that you’re taking good care of yourself and getting plenty of rest.” You pointed a finger at her, wagging it back and forth. “So, that means no more patrol duties for you, Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh I know,” she laughed again. “I’m on light work duties starting next week and in a few months, it’ll be strict bed rest for me. At least that’s what Luke recommended, but I’m hoping to stay on my feet for a little bit longer than that.” She paused, tilting her head curiously at you. “Speaking of Luke, is he around? We haven’t seen him at all tonight.”

You gripped your glass tightly, the corners of your mouth threatening to turn downward, but you still held your smile well enough.

At this point, you had pretty much lost track of the number times you’d been asked about Luke.

Where is he? Why isn’t he here with you? Do you think there’s a chance he’ll show up tonight? Can you go home and convince him to join us?

You just about loathed the way he was considered to be a hero in Jackson. The way that every single damn person in the community adored the man to pieces made you sick to your stomach—Luke was anything but a hero, but nobody knew that. Not a soul knew the real him, the monster that emerged behind closed doors when no one was around.

There had been an occasion or two where you had considered going to Tommy and Maria about it; to tell them all about the horrors that went on within the four walls of your home. But even when they’d point out a bruise on your arm or a scrape on your cheek, you would lose the courage and chalk it up to a clumsy accident or injuries sustained while on the job—hell, just a few months ago, you’d blamed an injured shoulder on Ranger, telling Tommy that his stallion had accidentally kicked you during one of your routine examinations. You wanted nothing more than to tell him that it hadn’t been his horse who put you in a sling for three weeks, it had been Luke. But how the hell could you do that?

Luke was the commune’s doctor. Besides the two older nurses who worked in the clinic with him, he was the only medically trained professional, and it often dawned on you that Jackson really did need him. If you went and told Tommy and Maria about everything that he’d done to you over the last two years, then you’d risk getting Luke thrown out and exiled from the settlement. What would that mean for the people in the community who fell ill or who became injured and needed a trained physician?

Maybe he wasn’t a hero to you, but to everybody else, he was. People could die without him and his medical knowledge. Hell, Maria would need Luke now more than ever now that she was pregnant.

For as much as you wanted to tell them the truth about him, you just couldn’t find the guts to do it, not when the decision would impact every single person in Jackson. It would be too selfish.

So, you’d kept quiet. And you continued to just let it happen because what else could you do?

Nothing.

There wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it.

Tommy said your name, snapping you back out of your thoughts. “Hey, you alright?” he asked you as he gingerly touched your shoulder. “You zoned out on us for a minute there.”

You blinked. “Yeah sorry, I’m alright. Luke decided to stay at home and get some rest,” You replied as you shifted awkwardly from boot to boot, feeling a sudden heat flood your face. “He’s been working a lot of hours at the clinic and making house calls as well, so he’s just been really tired, you know?”

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” Maria frowned. “Tommy and I were hoping we could say this to the both of you together, but I suppose you’ll have to give him the message on our behalf when you get home to him later tonight.”

You shot her a puzzled look. “What is it?”

“We know we don’t say this as often as we should, but you and Luke do so much for us,” Tommy said, a sincere gratitude dripping from his tone. “We’re damn lucky to have the two of you in Jackson. Me and Maria, and everyone in this community, we’re all deeply indebted to both of you for all you do.”

You stared at him, almost blankly. “Everyone here works very hard, Tommy—”

“Now I ain’t saying they don’t,” he interrupted you, holding up his hand. “But let’s be honest. Luke, he takes good care of all of our people, you take good care of all of our horses—people and horses, that’s what keeps this place goin’ and you know it just as well as we do. Without the both of you lookin’ after our two most important resources, I ain’t too sure where the hell this place would be.”

Maria nodded in agreement with her husband and squeezed his arm. “Oh don’t be so modest,” she’d remarked as soon as she saw the expression that crossed your face. “He’s right. And we need you to know how much we appreciate everything the two of you do for this community.”

Tommy grinned, raising his glass in a toast. “To you and Luke.”

Stomach turning, you flashed them your very best smile and lifted your own glass, clinking it against his and then to Maria’s bottle of lemonade. “Well, I will certainly give him the kind message.” You took a quick sip of your drink, an overwhelming feeling suddenly washing over you; the room felt hot, like it had been lit on fire. “It’s starting to feel warm in here. I’m going to go outside for a minute to get a bit of fresh air. Excuse me.”

Before either of could utter another single word to you, you spun around on your heel and made your way across the barn towards the exit. Even as you hurried out, you’d caught sight of Ellie sitting with Dina at one of the tables, digging into her plate full of barbecue; Dina had leaned over and whispered something into Ellie’s ear and Ellie let out a cackle through a mouthful of food.

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile an actual, genuine smile this time around.

At least Ellie seemed to be having a good time.

That was more than enough for you.

Joel took a glimpse over Esther’s shoulder.

His eyebrows pulled together in a mixture of both confusion and concern as he watched you hastily leave the barn alone with a drink clutched in your hand and a strange expression on your face. You’d almost seemed upset.

The blonde in front of him had been going on and on about where she was from, although he hadn’t quite been listening to her the entire time she had been talking—or at all. Had Esther said Vermont?

Or maybe it had been Virginia?

Joel wasn’t all too sure, but he didn’t care enough to ask her to clarify. Besides, his thoughts were far too busy preoccupied with someone else.

Someone he needed to make sure was alright.

“Listen, it’s been real nice talkin’ to you,” he stated as he offered the woman the best, and most polite smile he could possibly muster up for her. He tried to ignore the awkward way she’d pouted at him, a sad, disappointed look flashing in her eyes. “I have to go and take care of somethin’ for a minute. Will you excuse me?”

He didn’t even give Esther the chance to respond. Setting his drink down on the counter, he gave her a quick nod goodbye and stepped around her. He started towards the barn’s exit, but before leaving, he tossed a quick glance in Ellie’s direction just to make sure she’d been doing okay without him. He had been keeping a close and watchful eye on her from the bar the entire time; after a while, it soon became apparent to Joel that Ellie had been doing just fine. She was scarfing down another helping of bison and potatoes, grinning from ear to ear as she talked with Dina, who seemed to be enjoying her company.

He couldn’t have been more relieved at the sight.

Joel stepped outside into the night, doing his best to be as subtle as he could possibly be as he took a look around, searching for you among the small, scattered groups of people who stood mingling, a buzz of chatter filling the air. You were nowhere to be found; his dark brown eyes fell to the ground.

He noticed a long trail of footprints left behind by what had to be a pair of cowboy boots, similar to the brown ones you’d been wearing. The odd way that they veered off in a random direction far away from the rest of the crowd tipped Joel off almost a bit too easily, letting him know they had belonged to you. Without even giving it another thought, he had started to follow them—the tracks led him all the way around to the back of the barn.

That is where Joel found you, leaning against the wooden, paddock fence. You were turned around with your back to him, your head tilted upwards.

Your gaze seemed to be lost somewhere up in the velvet, purple night skies and you were swaying to the pretty country melody that could still be heard coming from inside the barn. Your movement was so subtle, so soft that Joel would have missed it if he’d blinked.

Turn around, a sound voice in the back of his mind tried to reason with him. Go go back inside.

He ignored it, his legs moving forward to close the distance between the two of you.

The sound of his own boots crunching on several rocks mixed in with the dirt as he drew closer and closer to you caused you to jump slightly. You let out a tiny gasp and whirled around, your free hand flying to your chest.

“I’m sorry,” Joel hastily apologized to you, holding up both his hands to show that he wasn’t a threat. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Joel?” You were surprised to see him. “What are you doing out here?”

The area out behind the barn was just as dark as it was secluded; however, the moon that night was a full one, big and bright. It’s silver glow illuminated each and every single one of your features in such a beautiful way that it made his throat go dry, just like it had earlier that evening when he’d first seen you in that little white dress.

“Well ain’t that funny. I was actually just about to ask you the same exact question.” He fell into step beside you, leaning back against the fence. “What are you doin’ out here all by your lonesome?”

“Oh I just needed some fresh air is all,” You replied with a small, light shrug. You turned back around, leaning your forearms on top of the wooden fence, both hands wrapped around your glass of whiskey firmly. You’d been standing so closely to Joel that your shoulder touched his, though neither of you made a move to put space in between the two of you. “What’s your excuse?”

“Needed a breather from Esther,” he confessed. It was partially the truth. He couldn’t tell you he had really come outside to check on you.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you like her?”

“Don’t get me wrong, she’s nice and all,” Joel said, letting out a chuckle. He shook his head. “She just ain’t the kind of company I’m lookin’ for tonight.” He paused for just a brief second and crossed his arms over his chest, his sudden change in position causing his shoulder to press even closer against your own. “Tommy mentioned her to me when we were havin’ lunch together yesterday. He said he’d be willin’ to set us up, but I didn’t think his stupid ass would actually follow through with it.”

Confused, your lips parted ever so slightly.

Joel had already known about Esther?

“I’d told him I wasn’t interested in meetin’ her, but Tommy’s always had a real habit of not listenin’ to me,” he remarked, shaking his head once again.

The question had escaped you before you could even think about trying to stop it. “Why aren’t you interested?” You cleared your throat and added in the most nonchalant tone, “Esther is gorgeous.”

“Like I told you. She just ain’t the kind of company I’m lookin’ for tonight.”

“So what kind of company are you looking for?”

Joel hesitated, but answered honestly. “Yours.”

“Oh,” You breathed out, heart skipping a beat.

He tested the waters. “That alright to say?”

“Mhm,” was all you’d been able to utter. You were currently fighting to take a steady, even breath.

“You know, when I was on my way out here, I saw Ellie and Dina together,” Joel finally spoke up after a minute or two. “She honestly seems to be havin’ a real good time with her.” He nudged you with his shoulder, a hint of amusement in his voice as he’d turned to you and asked, “Now tell me why I have this strange little feelin’ that you had somethin’ to do with that?”

Your deep blush prompted his grin. You’d just been caught red handed.

“Okay, I may or may not have talked to Dina earlier today while we were setting up the barn. I asked if she could do me a favor and at least try and talk to Ellie tonight,” You admitted, sheepishly. “I told her about how much Ellie reminds me of her, and how I thought they would get a long.” You felt his dark eyes fixed intently on you, and you blushed again as you continued to explain yourself to him. It had only just occurred to you that perhaps you should have ran the idea by Joel; he was her guardian and the last thing you’d wanted was to cross any kind of boundary. “It took a little convincing. Dina can still be quite shy sometimes but she’s a good girl, I promise.”

Joel raised an eyebrow at you, letting his arms fall down to his sides. “Really? You did that?”

“Yeah. I did.” You nervously took a long sip of your whiskey before adding, “I hope that’s okay?”

“I really appreciate you doin’ that for Ellie.” Joel’s soft gaze met yours, the sincerity swimming in his eyes. “I appreciate everythin’ that you’ve done for her. It means a lot to me, more than I can probably even explain.”

“I can tell how important she is to you.”

Joel nodded. “Ellie is the most important thing in the world to me.” He stopped, releasing a long and heavy sigh. “She’s been through a whole lot, a hell of a lot more than anyone that age should have to go through.” He stopped momentarily and tried to keep his emotions in check. He swallowed harshly, and subconsciously leaned closer towards you as he dove in a little deeper. “Ellie, she ain’t my blood but she’s my daughter. For a long time, I thought I couldn’t take care of her and I thought that I didn’t have what it takes to protect her.”

“And what about now?”

“Now that we’re here, I feel real different about it all. I finally feel like I can keep Ellie safe. I can give her the life she deserves,” Joel stated, sounding a bit relieved, almost like he had just now made the realization.

Pulling yourself back from the fence, you glanced up at him with a curious expression. There were a thousand questions running through your mind at the moment, about him and about Ellie.

“Ellie hasn’t told me all that much about what she has gone through—about what either of you have gone through.” You caught sight of the worry that flashed in his eyes and reassured him, “And I don’t plan on asking because it isn’t any of my business. But in the short time I’ve gotten to know Ellie, I’ve already seen it in her eyes, Joel. It’s all there.”

“What’s there?”

“Every bad thing that’s ever happened to her.”

Joel hung his head. “You see it too, huh?”

And just like that, he’d felt like a fucking failure all over again.

“I know that you’re worried about her, Joel. I don’t blame you, but you’re doing all that you can,” You reminded him, the kindness in your voice causing a warmth to radiate throughout his body. “You’re here in the community now and she’s safe. That’s what’s important—all the rest is going to fall right into place soon enough. Just give her a bit of time and don’t put so much pressure on yourself.”

Joel sighed again. “I just want what’s best for her, you know? Just like any normal parent would want for their kid.”

“And you are doing the best that you can, just like any normal parent would.” You reached out, gently placing your hand on his bare forearm. Your mere touch sent a tingle up his spine, and little did Joel know that the connection had sent one up yours too. “It’s easy to see how much you love her.”

“I do love her,” he murmured. It felt almost foreign for him to say it out loud. Of course he loved Ellie, and although he was pretty certain she knew that and she loved him too, those three specific words had never been exchanged between them and he had the feeling they never would be. “All I want is to do right by her. After everythin’ that she’s been through, I just want her to finally be happy.”

“That says a lot about the kind of person you are.”

Joel shook his head, biting back a scoff. He didn’t want you thinking that he was a good person. You would be horrified if you knew about all the blood that stained his hands, about all of the things he’d done in the last twenty years.

Your hand dropped from his arm, a lot sooner than either of you would have liked.

“So, what’s your story?” he asked, feeling a desire to switch the focus onto you in an effort to know a bit more about you. “How’d you end up in good ol’ Jackson, Wyoming?”

You took another sip of your drink. “Well, like I told you, I grew up in New Mexico on a horse ranch. It was me, my parents, and my little brother,” You’d started to explain. “After the outbreak happened, me and my family ended up in the Albuquerque QZ. We were there for quite some time, until there was a breach at one of the gates and the zone was overrun with infected.” You paused briefly as the memories came flooding back. “Me and my dad made it out, but my mom and my brother didn’t.”

Joel frowned. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked—”

“It’s okay,” You assured him with a nod. “After me and my dad made it out of the zone, we found this group of people. It wasn’t long before everyone started to get picked off one by one—by infected, clickers, raiders, and even slavers. Somehow, we’d survived all that but we found ourselves alone. We were starving, had no shelter, and winter was just around the corner. We honestly didn’t know what we were going to do, and even though neither me or my dad ever said it, we thought we were going to die. But then Tommy and his patrol group came across us one night. Once we proved that neither of us were infected, he brought us in.”

“You’ve been through a lot,” Joel stated. He would have never guessed.

You seemed so well put together.

“Haven’t we all?” You let out a humorless laugh.

A silence fell like a curtain over both of you, but it was comfortable.

Although it had been a warmer night, it was now much later into the evening and a breeze found its way through the settlement, whisking its cool and crisp fingers through your hair. It caused the white daisy you’d been wearing in it to fall and the flower fluttered to the ground, landing right in between Joel’s boots. Without giving it a second thought, he reached down and picked it up, being careful as he gingerly dusted the dirt off of the delicate petals. He turned to you, tucking the flower back behind your ear; as his hand fell away from you, his index finger accidentally grazed the soft skin of your cheek, causing every part of him to flood with the burning desire to feel more of you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he mumbled sheepishly.

“It’s quite alright,” You assured him. You couldn’t remember the last time someone’s mere touch caused your insides to feel like they’d just gone up in blazing flames. You had been feeling cold and empty and numb for so long, and while all of the things that Joel was making you feel had become almost foreign, they were reigniting that spark of life inside of you that you’d lost long ago—and it was real, not part of the phony act that you put on for the entire community.

From inside the barn, the two of you could hear the band begin to play their cover of ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.

“Elvis, huh?” Joel mused, raising an impressed eyebrow.

You weren’t sure if the alcohol had suddenly just kicked into full gear in your system or whether you really did lack any kind of common sense, but you found yourself looking up at him shyly through your thick, dark eyelashes as you asked him, “How about another dance?”

“To this song?”

You flushed, tightly gripping your glass. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that I really love to dance,” You sputtered out nervously, wishing you could teleport to another planet right about now. You only dug yourself further into the hole as you continued to ramble. “Luke doesn’t like to dance at all and he never dances with me—”

That’s all Joel had needed to hear.

He reached for your glass, taking it from you. He set it down on top of the fence and held his hand out to you.

“I’ll dance with you.”

Looking at him in surprise, you accepted his hand in yours. His other hand found your waist and you two began swaying along to the music, causing a smile that could light up the entire town to break out onto your face. Joel didn’t know Luke, but he couldn’t fathom how the man you were married to wouldn’t do just about anything to see that smile.

“Wait, I thought you couldn’t dance,” You teased, noticing the way he was leading you.

Joel shrugged, flashing you a grin. “Guess I ain’t so bad for fifty six with creaking knees.”

Remembering Ellie’s words from earlier, you threw your head back and laughed.

His stomach somersaulted over and over again in a tangle of want, nerves, desire, and jitters.

You being married did nothing to fucking stop it.

For either of you.

Not while you were in his arms.

Joel continued to lead you in the dance. He found himself singing along to the familiar lyrics, quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear the richness of his voice. “Like a river flows, surely to the sea,” he sang, subconsciously giving your hand a gentle squeeze in his. “Darlin’ so it goes, some things are meant to be.”

“Whoa,” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking and sounding impressed. “You’ve got a nice voice, Joel.”

“Think so?”

You nodded. “What, were you a singer in your first life or something?”

“Close.”

“Really? What did you do?”

“I was a contractor,” Joel replied, grinning as he elicited another sweet laugh from you. “I did enjoy singin’ a lot though and playin’ the guitar too. But it was a hobby more than anythin’ since I don’t think music would’ve paid the bills.”

You smiled up at him. “Well, now you’re going to have to play the guitar for me some time. Maybe even sing me a whole song?”

“I still owe Ellie a song,” he remembered, shaking his head. “But I don’t have a guitar, so it gets me out of it.”

“Well then we’re going to have to find you one and when we do, you’ll have to play something for us,” You told him. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Joel agreed. He started singing along to the lyrics again. “Take my hand, take my whole life too—”

“But I can’t help falling in love with you.” You tried not to laugh again at the shock on his face as you finished for him.

“You’ve got a real nice voice yourself.”

“Oh now you’re just being nice,” You accused him with another smile.

The song ended and neither of you made a move to let go of one another.

Joel’s eyes fell to your lips and it took every ounce of strength he had inside of him not to lean down and press his own lips against them.

Finally, he found it in himself to let go of you. He stepped back, clearing his throat. “I should, uh, I should go and find Ellie so I can get her home. It’s gettin’ kinda late.”

You nodded, your heart pounding inside of your chest. “Of course. I'll come with you so I can say goodnight to her.”

As the two of you made your way around the barn and back towards the entrance, Joel noticed a tall man with short dark hair approaching. He’d called out your name and something in Joel’s brain just instantly clicked—he knew exactly who the man was before you’d even had a chance to open your mouth.

“Luke?” You nearly squeaked out his name. “What are you doing here?”

“There you are. I was about to come out and look for you.” He came up and immediately took your arm, pulling you from Joel’s side and over to his.

Luke was a bit younger than Joel, definitely closer in age to Tommy—somewhere around his mid to late forties. He seemed to be a lot more clean cut than most of the other men in the commune with neatly kept hair and a near clean shaven face.

“What are you doing here?” You repeated.

“Now, is that really how a loving wife should greet her husband?” Luke laughed, holding you closer against his side.

Joel wasn’t all too fond of the way he held you.

Possessively.

“I decided to come and check it out. See what all the fuss is about,” Luke said. He glanced at Joel, his green eyes giving him a once over. “Don’t be rude, honey. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your new friend here?”

You spoke softly, almost too softly.

“Luke, this is Joel Miller.”

“Ah, Tommy’s brother, right?”

Joel did his best not too sound too curt. “That’s right.”

“Joel, this is Luke. He’s my husband.” You couldn’t even look him in the eye as you introduced him.

Luke extended a courteous hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Joel.” His other hand found and took yours. “I do hope that my wife here hasn’t been bothering you tonight. She can be quite the little chatterbox. Makes me wish she came with a mute button sometimes.”

Joel’s dark eyes briefly fell to Luke’s hand holding yours, taking note of the way he was gripping it so hard his knuckles had gone white. Between that and the comment he’d just made, Joel had every right mind to connect his fist to the side of Luke’s face.

“Luke, please,” You whispered, throwing him a tiny glare.

“Oh come on now, honey. Where did your sense of humor go? You know I’m only joking,” Luke stated, squeezing your hand a little harder, causing you to squirm.

Something told Joel he wasn’t kidding around.

“She hasn’t been a bother at all,” Joel spoke, his voice tight as he defended you. “Actually, I came out here to talk to her and to thank her for bein’ so kind to my kid, Ellie. Your wife here, she has been nothin’ but good to her since we arrived.”

“Well, as long as she wasn’t being a bother.” Luke glanced down at you. “If you’ll excuse us, there’s a few people that I still need to see and say hello to inside. Come along, honey.” He glanced at Joel, a strange glint in his eye as he told him, “Welcome to Jackson, Joel.”

Joel watched as he all but dragged you into the barn.

Nothing about Luke sat right with him.

The way he’d spoken to you, touched you, treated you.

And then there was you.

The way that you had changed around him, the way the light left your eyes and you went silent as a mouse the second he came into the picture.

Something wasn’t right.

A rough hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts.

“Really, Joel? Really? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy hissed, yanking him over to the side of the barn so nobody would overhear him. “What the fuck did I say yesterday in the mess hall?”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

His brother glared at him. “I know that you ain’t as dumb as you look. What were you doin’ out here alone with her?”

Joel pursed his lips together in silence.

What all had he seen?

Tommy had read his mind. “You were dancin’ with her you fuckin’ asshole? Did you fuckin’ forget that she’s married?”

Joel rolled his eyes at him, shoving his hand off of his shoulder a little more aggressively than he had meant to. “We were just dancin’ together, alright? It ain’t like we were makin’ out, Tommy.”

“I don’t give a fuck! If I saw any man that wasn’t me dancin’ with Maria like that, I’d want to fuckin’ murder him with my own two hands!” He nearly spat. “Her husband just showed up to the damn party. You’re lucky that it was me who saw you out there with her and not him. What if he’d seen you two? Then what?”

“Tommy, relax,” Joel tried to calm him. “It was just a dance, alright? It was nothin’ more than that.”

“You listen to me and listen to me good, because I ain’t fuckin’ gonna say it again, big brother. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about her. I don’t need you to go around stirrin’ up any kind of trouble,” Tommy said, his voice firm. “We can’t have that kinda shit here. Maria won’t tolerate it, and you know what, I won’t either. Don’t cause problems. Got it?”

“I didn’t plan on it,” Joel muttered, bitterly.

Tommy narrowed his eyes at him.

“Just fuckin’ watch yourself, Joel,” he warned.

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totheblood · 1 year ago

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JODIE SAY SIKE RNNN BITCH RIGHT FUCKING NOW BC IF NOT I GUESS IM FIGHTING HER AND ELLIE BOTH AT ONCE 😐 UGFHDH I just wanna hug myself so bad and tell myself everything’s gonna be okay LMAO THATS WHEN U KNOW THE STORYS TOOOOO GOOD 🤭 AS ALWAYS YOU SLAYED 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

p.s. Dina bby I miss u it hurtsss sm seeing dina distant/ kinda mean to honey I’m like no babe it’s mee dina love us again pls 😭😭😭

LMAOOOOO THIS WHOLE MESSAGE IS ME THO... everything will be okay i am hugging u in my mind and i miss u too dina pls come home

#asked & answered #Anonymous

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iwritemilfs · 2 years ago

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as usual, episode thoughts with me while I watch the new ep of TLOU (spoilers under the cut)

i swear i'll never get tired of this intro

"and your answer better be the same as your wife's" Joel you can't just threaten to torture old people. I've played the games. I know THE IMPLICATION

joel duct taping his boot together is just me in this economy tbh

it's so wholesome listening to ellie talk abt space

obligatory "IT'S JUST LIKE THE GAAAAAAME" @ the dam

second obligatory IT'S JUST LIKE THE GAAAAAME @ Jackson

Tommy and Joel's reunion omg

omg dina???

lil BBY SHIMMER

not tommy asking abt tess

ok but the normalisation of period products? we love to see it

"it was her dyin wish, what the hell was I supposed to do" brb ugly sobbing

Joel being so vulnerable is so nice, and SO heartbreaking

oh no. not this scene

"you're gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant" the fucking giggle that escaped me

"The Path: a new beginning" playing is so fitting

Joel opening up to ellie more and more is SO. CUTE.

say it with me kids: IF YOU GET STABBED. DONT PULL IT OUT.

Okay so THOUGHTS. This was definitely the episode that felt most true to the actual gameplay and cutscenes. Like it was PACKED. But it didn't feel forced, and I really liked that. This miiiiiiight honestly be my new favourite episode. Seeing Joel becoming more and more vulnerable is really sweet, and really beautiful character development. I've been wanting more new music in the show, purely because Gustavo is such a brilliant composer, but I thought using 'The Path: a new beginning' after Joel and Ellie leave Jackson was extremely fitting.

I'm ngl, when I initially heard that all of the first game would be tackled in the first season, I was really worried about the pacing, because there's SO much happening in the game. I'm still curious about how they're gonna handle the rest of the episodes because there's still a decent amount of stuff to tackle, but I thought the pacing of this episode worked really well.

#;;ooc #tlou spoilers

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kaiyaki-sano · 3 years ago

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Don’t mind me just passing all the way away from my newest commission from @titanialev🥰🥰🥰🥰

If you DONT think Levi would like a tall queen then keep it to yourself, thank you🤪in this house we support gender swap height differences, and look how CUTE???? Goodbye✋🏻💞

#kai rants #Kai commissions #levi ackerman fanart #levi ackerman x oc #i’m obsessed #i love you Dina bby

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caitsyoi · 4 years ago

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Y'all, Ellie did the most romantic thing for Dina...

She made her a basketball hoop, just the right size.

#Dunking on Dina #I laughed way too long at this #I love you Dina bby I'm sorry #ellie x dina #the last of us 2 photomode #the last of us 2 #Ellie is so proud #standing there like Captain Morgan

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kiyoo-omi · 3 years ago

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i know i barely ask for this but if my nsfw or omi anon wanna rp @iiyoomi would be sweet if you 🥺💞

#I appreciate you coming by time to time #thank you for ever dropping by and doing this #love u bby if you see this!#dina talks

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narcosmx · 3 years ago

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being the arellano's younger sibling would include...

a/n: i know it aint, i know it aint my unediting ass writing again! you know it's your girl . may be a little short but i am just dipping my toes back in. paciencia mis amores

okay but imagine being the arellano's significantly younger sister or as pancha likes to call you "the accident"

like the rest of the siblings are like in their preteens and teens at this point even javier is in double digits

then momma arellano is like surprise shawties???

and at first benjamin and dina are like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MOM FUCK THIS YOU GOT US FUCKED UP IF YOU THINK WE'RE GOING TO RAISE ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR KIDS MOM

then your born and your mom can barely pry you out of benjamin's arms, he's just staring down at you like your god's gift to this fucking earth

whispers imagine being the families rainbow baby ANYWAYS

with that being said, you are obvi the princess of the fucking arellano gang

i need everyone to FUCKING RECALL EPISODE 2 DID WE ALL SEE HOW PROTECTIVE THE BOYS ARE OVER DINA

SCARY PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER VIBES, THAT I FUCKING LIVED FOR

and that's mon's older sister, can you imagine how fucking hard he would go for his younger sister??? for his nena ??? i don't think you comprehend this

but also the softness that all the brother's bring that i just ugh chef kisses get this guys

benjamin lowkey sees you as his first child, let's be real. his first like soft love. first like oh shit i love this child more than i love myself moment. i cry at the idea of like at a very young age, benjamin would bring you home flowers and he'd tell you and show you how gentlemen should treat you and carries on the tradition to his own daughters

dina sees you as like her mini me, she's taken you under her wing since the moment you could walk; typical like cool older sister that gives the best advice, talks benjamin down when you fuck up and sees so much more in you than you could ever fucking imagine. you are the embodiment of her dreams and all this family worked for.

ramon sees you as his partner in crime; you're attached at the hip with ramon since you're a baby. he's the brother who would sit on the floor and watch cartoons with you, piggy back rides everywhere, pick you up from school early to fuck it and have ice cream, but also above everyone the most protective over you. no one and i mean absolutely no one can say shit to you, about you, around you. ramon would die for you bitch you are the only reminder that this world is good and he has good left in him. he wants to live up to the ideal you've had of ramon since you were like 5

and panchita well he's the typical older brother; he convinced you that you were actually adopted, encouraged you to do stupid shit so he could laugh, launched you into pools (idk why i have the vibes he taught you how to swim), wwe body slammed you into the couches, dropped you once and got jumped by ramon for it, but would die for you. no one can potentially put you in danger BUT ME

the idea for the roxanne; well it was actually dina's idea. mom and dad 2.0 aka dina and min noticed you snuck out one night. benjamin is FLYING OFF THE FUCKING HANDLES and dina always the cool and collected one is just like we just need to make the place to be in tj a place we own. at least you'll know she's safe bacause she's not just going to stop when you blow up on her, she'll just get better

and hence the roxanne was born and like the place to be in tj, plus you don't have to pay for shit, plus vip treatment a huevo

just being a spoiled rich bby once you get older i am crying them giving you everything they couldn't have at that age

having a guard with you 24/7 like you literally joke to mon that you might as well put one literally up your ass because they are everywhere

going out for a morning jog, not without the car trailing you. going shopping? barron's coming and OH OHOHO we will get to him later because picture this you were growing up while they were making money, you went to private schools and obviously learned english... and barron originally didn't speak much spanish and you being the line of communication... i digress

the junior's are a gang of your professional bitches essentially i live for it but kitty doesn't complain about going shopping with you because he lowkey lives for it (whispers so does mon)

throwing big ass house parties i just the glam life GUYS THE GLAM LIFE

did i mention protective older brothers? if a guy; boyfriend, guy your seeing, random ass guy even raises their voices at you they have three men breathing down their throats, mon has a gun pointed straight to their fucking head and dina is ready to chop this man's balls off and make him eat them

just guy drunk or high off his ass harrassing you and it's literally just mon coming up from behind him with this fucking sadistic grin on his face like "how about you apologize to my sister and i'll consider making out little talk outside quick"

but part of me is also here for you fucking mirroring ramon's sadistic smile and luring the guy in for a kiss and you fucking smash him with a bottle and throw his ass to the floor, heel on his throat like "i don't fuvking think you know who you're talking to" and RAMON IS IN THE CORNER LIKE WHAT THE FYCK FUCK YEAH AND DINA IS LIKE THAT'S MY GIRL AND BENJAMIN IS SILENTLY SMILING proud girl dad moment

"mon get this piece of shit out of my sight" and he's like "a tus ordenes, mi reina" like bow as he drags this poor poor soul away

and this is where i debate your roll in this org

because i can see benjamin wanting you straight ass out of it and dina at some level does too for plausible deniability you truly don't know shit so the government can't come after you

but part of dina and mon also want to groom you into the business; you've grown up around it, you know how it works, you're a fresh set of eyes and ideas and the police aren't on your ass

and panchita is like motherfucker aren't you like 5

idk why i feel the need to add this here but benjamin is 40 putting you in your mid 20s btw

anyways i also think this would make a sPICY backstory for a love interest

barron is an obvious one which could be suPER FUCKING FUN because you obviously spend a lot of time... a... lone... together

mayo is an option and they could see it as a way to connect mayo to the org

or or or dare i say the most forbidden of them all...

chapo

anyways more later ahahah tune in next time to my late night rambling

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico fan fic #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico headcannons #benjamín arellano félix #ramon arellano felix #enedina arellano félix

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serenity-lattes · 3 years ago

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Hello, can you make an Yolanda and Kate roommate story? 🥺

Hi bby!! I assume you meant Yelena? In which case, YASSSSSS! Thank you for requesting this, lovely! <3 (There is some romance at the end if you squint.)

Love you,

Serenity

Lady in Red

Pair: Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop

Warnings: Swearing, talk of assassination job, vague fight scene, injuries *mild Hawkeye spoilers*

Word Count: 1444

A/N: No pressure at all when your best friend sends a request. But I was inspired by this song: Lady in Red by FJØRA

Kate sat on the sofa, brushing out Lucky's fur, amazed at how he could get it so knitted in just a day. Then again, he had been on several adventures before she was him in the road that day. Who knows what he and Fanny get up to when she and Yelena were out?

Her attention shifted when Fanny's ears perked up. That's when Kate noticed the light footsteps and a swish of the upstairs window being opened. Speaking of Yelena...

"You know there's a door, right? You don't have to climb through the window, it lets all the cold air in," Kate grumbled, not looking up from the knot she was working out of Lucky's fur.

"Agh, it is much more fun to do it this way," Yelena called out, dropping to the lower level from the balcony, "Do we have any food? I am starving."

She made her way over to the kitchen, opening all the cupboards, not bothering to shut them. For someone who was a highly trained, highly organized assassin, she sure got messy at home. Yelena made a pleased sound, pulling a package of instant ramen out.

"With all the salty ramen, macaroni, and fried chicken you eat, I'm shocked your blood still moves," Kate teased from the other room, as if she wasn't going to be stealing a few bites of whatever Yelena was going to have.

"Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, I will hear no arguments from a woman who only had one fork when we first met," Yelena scoffed, pouring water into the pot, "And... you live on pizza, would have it for every meal if you could."

Kate stuck out her tongue and mimicked Yelena under her breath.

"Kate Bishoooop," Yelena hummed, strolling into Kate's bedroom in the middle of the night, "I need your help with something."

Kate whined and pulled the covers over her head, willing Yelena to be the sleep paralysis demon rather than the woman asking for a favor. It didn't last long before Yelena was tugging the covers away and plopped down on the bed.

"It's three in the morning," Kate griped, sitting up to face the other woman, "Seriously, Yelena, what the hell?"

"I said I need your help with something, then you made yourself into a kukolka," Yelena mused, flicking on the light on the nightstand, ignoring Kate's swearing, "you are so dramatic. It is a small light bulb, why are you acting like I've made you look directly at the sun?"

"Because you fucking did!" Kate dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, shielding them from being incinerated from the inside out.

"You'll be fine. Now, back to more pressing issues... I have been informed that there is a black widow who has a job tomorrow evening," Yelena began, voice trailing off as she continued to speak. She didn't talk about her past often, but Kate knew it was traumatic, which is why she was more alert to what was going on. The black widows who had escaped with the help of Natasha and Yelena had formed a sisterhood, going all around the world to cure the other women. Not to mention, Yelena never asked for help. "I need your assistance. Her name is Dina... we were both six when we were taken, we grew up together. I have to get her cured."

Kate nodded, reaching out to put a hand over Yelena's, "of course, anything you need."

The solemn demeanor didn't last long, quickly turning into one of straight-forward business.

"Dina has been hired to assassinate a corrupt businessman at a large party tomorrow. I would like for you to distract the man before she can, that way I can get to her," Yelena spoke, "you don't need to do anything other than put on a pretty dress."

"Okay, I can do that," she whispered, brain still foggy with sleep. Thankfully the instructions were simple enough that she wouldn't need to ask Yelena to repeat herself later, "But first, we sleep."

Yelena had begun to move, but Kate grabbed onto the sleeve of her shirt and pulled her into the bed. The blonde smiled softly, reaching over to turn off the light, snuggling into Kate’s warm embrace. Maybe she should stay home more often.

The two had finalized the plan over lunch, which was a bit nerve-wracking to Kate, seeing as she hadn’t done much after she and Clint had taken down the Tracksuit Mafia, and that was nearly a year ago now. Ignoring her worries, Kate dressed in a red satin gown, hair neatly curled, and went to the party at exactly seven o’clock, just like Yelena said. She was let in with no questions asked, not even a sparing glance. It had felt strange to be in a gown like this, even if she was used to her mother’s extravagant parties.

Quickly, Kate grabbed a champagne flute, blending into the scene. She spotted Yelena at the bar, watching the party, looking beautiful as ever. But Yelena was just beautiful in general. Kate knew that she was wearing her combat outfit under the black trench coat, yet no one else was second guessing it, likely admiring the woman with the cute accent.

Just as Kate turned her head to glance through the crowd, she spotted the man from the photograph Yelena had shown her this afternoon. She quietly made her way over, boldly asking him to dance, to occupy his time whilst Yelena took care of Dina.

Yelena had almost forgotten her current mission, unable to miss all the sets of eyes on Kate and her scarlet gown twirling as she danced with the target. She grinned, meeting Kate’s hazel eyes briefly, amused by so many people fawning over her when she wasn’t wanting their attention in the slightest. Kate was truly lovely.

If there wasn’t a mission that was so important, Yelena would have stolen a dance, just to piss off everyone watching in envy. Unfortunately, being able to watch Kate dance didn’t last long, as a flash of movement caught Yelena’s eye, undoubtedly being Dina. Yelena made quick work of the buttons on her trench coat, leaving it in a heap on the floor as she followed the fellow black widow. Forgotten, was the gorgeous woman stealing everyone’s attention, on to the woman Yelena never thought she would see again.

As Yelena rounded the corner Dina stalked down, she was met with a fist, which she caught before it made contact with her face. This would have been easier if she had asked Kate to help, like when Sonya had helped her cure Ana. There was no time to worry about that now that she was in the heat of an altercation, especially after Dina’s knife sliced through her suit and cut her shoulder.

After a brief battle, Yelena managed to get Dina to the floor before straddling her chest so she could release the gas into her face, returning control of her brain to her. Dina blinked incredulously, looking up at Yelena, confused. Yelena stood up, helping Dina to her feet, before providing an explanation. It was short lived, a hug shared between the two before Yelena made her way down to the main party to retrieve Kate and go back to their apartment.

“I gotta admit, this is a first for me,” Kate chuckled, placing butterfly stitches on the gash on Yelena’s shoulder. Yes, the proper way, just how Clint had taught her.

“What is?” Yelena raised an eyebrow, wincing slightly as Kate prodded at her injury, piddling around on her phone.

“I’ve never had to tend to someone’s wounds while wearing a dress,” she answered softly, placing the last stitch to Yelena’s shoulder.

“It’s a nice dress, you should have seen how many people were staring at you tonight,” Yelena began tapping away on her phone, setting it down when music started playing. Kate shook her head, amused by Yelena’s blatant disregard for her own injuries. Yelena stood up, “Dance with me, Kate,” Yelena smirked, grabbing Kate’s hand, pulling her up and close. Kate didn’t even try to say no, pull away, just simply smiled and hugged Yelena around the shoulders, letting Yelena guide them through the motions, “You do look lovely in red, though I imagine you’d look lovely in any color because you’re stunning.”

Kate snorted, fingertips lazily playing with Yelena’s braid whilst they danced, “Ever the charmer.”

Yelena didn’t bother with a response, merely twirling them about the kitchen in soft, slow steps, lost in the music playing on her phone, the two in their own little bubble.

“I’m glad I came to New York,” Yelena whispered.

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