#deadite!ellie

[danveration]

Do you have a death wish?

Parings: Deadite!Ellie x reader

Summary: Falling asleep on Deadite!Ellie

Word count: 399

Warnings: Mention of death/killing, gore, blood

Ellie is still sticky when you crawl into her lap.

Blood—drying, tacky in places—smears her forearms and streaks her shirt. There’s a dent in the wall behind her where someone’s head hit a little too hard. The room smells like iron and smoke and something scorched beyond recognition.

Ellie’s breathing is slow now. Post-murder calm. Eyes still glowing faintly as she wipes her hands on a rag that used to be white.

“You’re starin’,” she mutters.

You don’t answer. You just step between her knees and lean forward, exhaustion dragging you down like gravity has doubled. Your forehead bumps her chest. You sigh—and then, without ceremony, you settle there. Cheek against her sternum. Arms curling loosely around her waist.

Ellie stiffens like she’s been shot.

“…What the fuck are you doin’?”

“M’ tired,” you mumble.

She looks down at you, then at herself. At the blood. The claws. The carnage.

“I just murdered like,” she squints, thinking, “ten people.”

You hum softly, already half-asleep.

Ellie huffs a disbelieving laugh. “You hearin’ me? Ten. Screamin’. Beggin’. Whole thing.”

You shift closer.

Her chest rumbles with a low sound—half growl, half laugh. “This is insane,” she mutters. “You’re insane.”

Her hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second, like she’s not sure where they’re allowed to go. Then one settles carefully on your back. The other cups the side of your head, claws retracting automatically.

“You smell like blood,” she adds.

“Makes me sleepy,” you whisper.

Ellie’s jaw drops. “…I don’t even wanna unpack that.”

Your breathing evens out. Fully asleep now. Using a demon like a mattress.

Ellie stares at the ceiling, blinking slowly.

“Unbelievable,” she murmurs. “Everyone else sees this face and pisses themselves.”

She looks back down at you—soft, trusting, utterly unconcerned with the fact that her hands could snap you in half.

“And you,” she says quietly, “crawl onto me like I’m a pillow.”

She adjusts her posture anyway, shifting so you’re more comfortable. One arm wraps around you, firm and protective. Her chin rests against your head.

“No one’s ever done that before,” she admits, almost to herself.

Her thumb strokes your hair in slow, absent motions. The glow in her eyes dims further, the room settling into an uneasy quiet.

“…Don’t stop,” she adds under her breath.

“Just—sleep.”

And for the first time since the bodies hit the floor, Ellie feels something like peace.

[sinnywlw]

So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t. 

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.