#ellabs fluff

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firefighter abby n emt ellie coming home at around 7am only to find reader still awake :( reader couldn’t sleep, maybe bc of anxiety or something, soooo it’s group cuddle time :3

𝓢𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 ? — 𝐞𝐦𝐭!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 + 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲

first written fic for this au yayyy!! ellie and abby bickering for 1.7k words straight. Pet names (pretty, babe), swearing, Ellie is a menace with severe adhd, reader mentioned being stressed, Abby pics reader up, fluff fluff fluff, falling asleep w the roomies :) for marie, with love :p send requests! dont be shy 🤍

𝓣he tv’s blue light shines against your face from across the living room, the loading screen appearing after many minutes of ignorance. You paid no mind to it, scrolling mindlessly through your phone underneath one of the living room throw blankets.

Your head pounds against your skull, your eyes wincing as the fluorescent screen of your phone beats into them. You had tried to close them multiple times, you really had. But no matter what you did, your body just wouldn’t cooperate. 

At 10 pm you shut down your laptop, slipping it back onto the kitchen table. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and crawled into your own bed, something you didn't do very often. 

At 12, after two hours of tossing and turning, you begrudgingly tossed the covers off of your body, and tip-toed into the kitchen. You prepared yourself a small cup of warm tea, and let it coat your throat. You finished, rinsed out the cup, and made your way back to your room. 

At 2, you grew angry. You threw yourself out of bed, trudged into the bathroom this time, and ran a warm bubble bath. At that point, your hopes of falling asleep were growing thin, alongside your patience. You hopped in, and let the water calm your muscles for the few minutes that followed. 

You got out at three, and followed the previous routine of making your way back to your room and slipping beneath the covers. This time, you opened the window, turned off all your little lights, and did a breathing exercise. 

By four o’clock, you knew there was no hope for you. You tugged your phone off the charger and moved to the living room. It was cooler in there, so you pulled a blanket out of the basket at the end of the couch.

You pulled it over the length of your body, and began to carelessly browse the tv for show options. You clicked on the current tv show you were watching, and put it in the background. You barely paid any attention to it, instead opting to pull out your phone and switch between the same four apps that you always did. 

Eventually, time slipped away from you, and the clock was striking 7 am. Your roommates were due home soon, today was one of the off times where finished work at the same time. 

You scroll to the next TikTok. 

“Oh my god you guys, this new blush hack is changing the game!” A woman’s voice fills the silent room. The volume makes your head pound harder. You turn it down quickly, letting it sit at a solid 10. 

Scroll. 

A video of a cat cooing against their owner pops up. You smile gently, double tap the screen and scroll. 

The next video is a lesbian couple, cuddled up in a bed with a soft sound playing in the background. You roll your eyes, clicking on the favourite button and double tapping the screen. 

Your scrolling time is interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, and two sets of boots trudging into the house. You can’t see them from here, and they can’t see you. The back of the couch is covering the majority of your body, and theirs before they step into the entry way. 

Ellie groans as she steps into the house, dropping her work bag onto the floor and leaning down to shove her shoes off of her feet. Abby does the same, stretching her back out with a light sigh. 

You shut your phone off, and push the blanket down to your knees. You sat up on your knees, laying your head along the back of the couch. “How was work?” You chirp up, your voice decently quiet.

Ellie’s head shoots up from the ground, her green eyes blown wide. Abby’s head cracks to the side so quickly you can only guess it gave her whiplash. 

“Jesus Christ.” Ellie whispers, pushing herself off the wall. Abby chuckles quietly, stretching her arms over her head and smiling. 

“Sorry, sorry!” You laugh, pushing your head back up. Abby walks into the kitchen, probably in the search of food. Ellie walks over to the couch, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a soft hug. You wrap your arms around her waist, chuckling into her shoulder. 

“Work was—work. Nothing special.” Abby finally replies from the kitchen, letting the fridge door shut behind her as she pulls a container of whatever she had prepped the previous day out from inside of it. 

“You literally fight fires.” You quip, letting go of Ellie and stepping off the couch. Abby just shrugs, and shoves her definitely not microwave safe container into the microwave. 

You and Ellie meet her in the kitchen, sliding into the space with practiced ease. 

“Why are you still up anyway?” Abby asks, moving over to the sink to wash her hands. 

Ellie pipes up next. “Yeah, the sun's already up—you should be in bed.” She slides a finger up your face, grazing your upper lip and the bottom of your nose. 

You bat her hand away and shrug, “couldn’t sleep.” Your admission causes Ellie to jut out her bottom lip, and Abby elbows her out of the way to get to the microwave. 

“How come?” Abby asks, opening the door of the appliance with the smooth click of a button. Her voice is gentle, soothing. 

“I don't know. Maybe stress.”  You answer, pulling your blanket up around you. Your head felt heavy on your shoulders, and if you were honest, you weren’t quite sure how many more words you could get out.

The sun had started seeping through the cracks in the living room and kitchen curtains, a gentle breeze flowing in the open window. Ellie’s pushing out of the way and making her way down the hall to her room. 

“Well, we should probably get you to bed then, hm?” Abby says, finally looking up at you. Her food is steaming when she pulls it out, she slides it down the counter and lets it settle. 

You nod. “Don’t know if it's even worth it. Maybe I’ll just start the day now. Try to be productive.” It was an idea that had been swirling around your head since maybe five. But truthfully, you might collapse if you have to keep your eyes open another second. 

“Nonsense. You can sleep in my room.” She places a small kiss on your forehead, and takes a seat on one of the stools that sits tucked beneath the island. You nod. 

A few seconds of silence pass before Ellie’s quietly emerging from the hallway, this time she's in pajamas and has a green toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. She leans over the counter, clearly experiencing some type of fomo. 

“Can you—” Abby swats at her, making a semi disgusted face. She throws her hands up, walking over to your side of the counter. 

“Stop drooling on me, you goblin.” You laugh, pushing her away from you almost immediately. She drops her head back, and continues brushing, right in the kitchen. 

“I’m sleeping with Abby tonight.” You state, matter of factly. Ellie drops her head back, and immediately turns around to spit her leftover toothpaste into the sink. She quickly rinses her mouth out with the tap and turns back to you. 

“Why?” She asks, walking back over to you. She plops down right next to your other roommate, who’s almost done with her meal at this point. 

“I dunno, I just felt like it.” You shrug.

”Jealous?” Abby intervenes, turning to her with a shit eating grin. The auburn headed girl lightly slaps her arm. 

“I’m coming too, then.” She smiles at you, and you nod in her direction. 

The blonde groans, you can tell she's pretending to be annoyed. “You kick hard as fuck. Stay on your side I swear.” She stands up, shoving a hand into Ellie’s face, pushing her back gently. 

“Fuck you!” Ellie shrieks, flipping her off. Abby shoves her container into the sink, and grimaces at Ellie’s mess of toothpaste. She doesn't say anything, just silently rinses out the sink. 

“Shhh!” You whisper to Ellie, the sound of her basically yelling only makes your head pound harder. “I have a headache.” 

“Sorry, pretty.” Ellie stands, “it’s probably from sleeping at odd hours, though.” She winks, sticking the tip of her tongue out form between her chapped lips. 

“I like sleeping with you more than sleeping on time.” You admit, blowing her a kiss. Her cheeks burn a light dusty pink, and she flips you off. 

“Alright, let's go.” Abby speaks up from behind you. The light flicks off, and before you’re able to slide off the counter, she's sweeping you up into her arms. 

Ellie rolls her eyes, turning around to make her way to the farthest room down the hall. “What, you wanna be carried too, Williams?” She jokes, and smiles at you when you laugh. 

You hear Ellie whisper something along the lines of die faggot, as she opens the door. Abby follows her in, dropping you onto the bed and turning around. She's still in uniform, so she grabs a pair of pajamas and makes her way to the bathroom to wash up. 

Abby's room is much much darker than the living room, thank god for blackout curtains. And the breeze from her AC keeps the place crisp. You quickly scramble beneath the sheets, tucking yourself in as Ellie falls on top of you. 

“Ellie. You’re so hot.” You say into the darkness, feeling the gumminess of her warm arm wrap around you. 

“Thanks, babe.” You can feel her smirking, her cocky ass. She knew thats not what you meant, and you didn't fight her on it. 

Ellie's breath quickly shifts from jagged and quick to slow, soft snores. You pet her hair a few times, letting her fall asleep against you. 

Abby comes back in just a few minutes later, and you’re already the closest to falling asleep you’ve been tonight. She slips beneath the sheets on the right side of you, and quickly pulls you against her chest. You hum gently into her, and Ellie only snuggles up to you more. 

“She’s a child.” Abby chuckles into your ear, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

You can barely nod, humming softly in agreement. It’s not long after that you’re falling asleep, chasing dreams of your insanely chaotic roommates. 

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‘If you keep dancing with the devil, ──────────

──────── one day he’s gonna follow you home..’

Complex!Reader X Ellie Williams X Abby Anderson

WC ↝ 2.3k+

Summary ↝ You’ve spent the weekend at your parents' house. You haven’t been in a while, but they were complaining about how you never come. Paying them a visit costs you your sanity. Ellie and Abby are there to help you shake the funk.

Content Warning ↝ Angst, But Cute Ending, Fluff, Depression, Anxiety, Complex-PTSD, Past ED Mention, Cleaning To Cope, Religious Abuse, No Smut. Modern AU.

Author’s Note ↝ Everything written here caters to my experiences with religiously abusive & neglectful parents. If you have an issue or simply want to talk about something I wrote, feel free to dm me for discussion. This is not meant to knock anyone’s ideologies ‹𝟹

You’ve pulled into your driveway after a long weekend with your parents. All the healing you’ve done seems to be for nothing. How can words affect you so easily? Why do you care so much about what they have to say? Your head is right between your two hands, which are holding each side of the steering wheel. You don’t know how long you've been sitting here. Needing the isolation and control more than anything right now.

The rain pours on your car. The mid-fall breeze is blowing through. Each droplet sound reminds you of the showers taken this weekend. The only place you have been able to be fully yourself. The only place away from your parents’ degrading statements. You’re trying not to cry because you don’t want the concerns of Ellie and Abby. Though it is 5 am on a Sunday, they'll probably be asleep. 

Finally leaving your car, you grab your duffel bag with the clothes you wore this weekend. All modest materials. Not an inch above the ankle, or a second past your wrist. You couldn’t take the lectures you’d get if you dressed differently, so you chose to comply just for the weekend. You couldn't care less about how the rain was soaking you. As you walk in, the house is silent, and the little ambient lights that were rarely turned off remain. 

You throw your clothes and duffel into the washer. Then you hop in the shower. Scrubbing everything thrown at you this weekend. You know soap and water won’t rid the memories and feelings, but it’s the one thing you can control right now. You want to be completely clean. No, you need to be completely clean. Your hair is washed as well, not missing an inch of your autonomy. 

Under your nails, your piercings, everything you can think of cleaning is being scrubbed thoroughly. Skin rubbed raw, you don’t care. Turning off the shower, you go into your bedroom. The three of you have separate rooms, but rarely sleep alone, often choosing a room to sleep. Since you were gone for the weekend, they were in their own beds. They had no clue you’d be back so early. You weren’t planning on it, but as you laid in your old bed, you just felt dirty. 

So here you were at 5 a.m., trying to grab what little control you have left. Lucky for you, you did your laundry on Friday morning, so everything is fresh. You choose a black button-down pajama set with white lining. Matching undergarments and socks with the same material as them. You don’t put on perfume because you want to only smell the soap on your skin.

You begin your house cleaning. Ellie & Abby’s laundry is thrown into the washer now after taking yours out. You start with the kitchen, cleaning the oven top, the counters, organizing the cabinets, the fridge, the seasoning drawer, and throwing out any old takeout or expired items. You vacuum the couches, lifting each cushion to make sure you don't miss anything. Baking soda is thrown onto the center rug before vacuuming to get rid of any possible odor. You broom, mop, wipe. Everything is being cleaned. It’s the only thing you can control.

The bathroom, the hallway, your room, every inch of the house is cleaned except for their bedrooms because you don’t want to wake them. Needing a distraction to stop your mind from spiraling. To stop their words from bouncing about in your head. “How’s the husband coming along?” They refuse to acknowledge your sexuality, thinking it’s just a phase and hoping that if they ignore it, it’ll go away. The only thing they do say is, 'the devil is playing tricks in your head.' They have never stepped foot in your house because it's ‘crawling with sin.’

You couldn’t go out with them unless you were covered, face, hands, and feet, the only thing you were able to reveal. Everything you freed yourself from came back one by one. They forced you to join in prayer and read the literature of their beliefs. They used God in any situation that would benefit them. The only conversations you’ve ever had with your father have been about marriage and your appearance. Does he even know your birthday? Celebrations were sinful. You've never seen a present on your special day. ‘God gave you this life, you shouldn’t celebrate specifically for you. It’s arrogant’ 

Did he know your favorite color? Did he know what career path you were aiming for? Sure, he knew the path he wanted you to go for, but what about you? When was it ever about you? When have you ever had the chance to express yourself without being scolded for merely existing? 

Before you realize it. You are crying with gloves on and scrubbing the coffee table aggressively. “Hey, hey whats wrong?” It’s Ellie. She had to pee, but when she got up, she heard something in the living room. There you were, panting with tears streaming down your face. She knew what was happening. You always cleaned when you were spiraling. She walked towards you, trying to pry the spray bottle out of your hands. “Lemme get this from you,” She said softly, voice laced with concern. 

She knew not to talk too loudly when you got like this because you’d panic. She also didn’t want to touch you right away, not knowing if you were currently feeling ‘icky’ as you usually say when you get like this. “No, Ellie, I have to finish this.” You hiccupped, needing so badly to be in control of something. Yes, she was only trying to help, but to you, she was taking away the only thing you could do freely at the moment. 

“Baby, come on its 6 in the morning, let’s just go to bed, we can finish this later.” A whole hour has passed already. You looked at the time, and it was actually 6:52 am. Almost 2 hours of intense cleaning. You didn’t care. You needed this. “No.” You looked Ellie in the eyes, answering her sternly, frustration growing. 

You haven’t gotten like this in a while. Ellie goes into Abby’s room. She was already standing up because she heard the slight commotion. “She’s cleaning again,” Is all Ellie says before Abby springs into action. Ellie doesn’t usually use force because you fight back kind of hard, and the two of you were pretty similar in size. Abby, on the other hand, was always able to hold you quite well, even when you thrashed. She wonders if she’d need to do that today. 

When they returned to the living room, you were no longer wiping the countertop; you were organizing the storage closet. “Angel?” Abby says to you. The sound of her voice feels like a thumb rubbing your face. You just shake your head and continue cleaning. Your mind is racing at the thought of your parents. They knew about your relationship with Abby and Ellie. They hated it. They forbade you from using their names while you were at home. Well, not directly, but every time you did bring it up, it often ended in a screaming match, a two against one, your mother and father teaming against you. 

You just speed up a little, hoping it’ll slow your thoughts. Stacking all the bins and dusting the top shelf. Abby came behind you, grabbing the duster from your hand. You didn’t let up easily, a little tug of war happening in the middle of the storage closet, Ellie at the door with worry etched all over her face. 

Abby was much stronger than you, but she wasn’t using all her strength, scared of potentially hurting you. She was able to wiggle it out of your hands. She picked you up and brought you to the couch. You were trying to get out of her grasp, hating feeling trapped, but you were slowly easing into it like always, her smell calming you. Once you were on the couch, your back was pressed against hers, and she was holding your middle, tight, signaling for Ellie to take off your gloves. 

Once they were off, she turned you around, trying her best to calm your protests. “Baby, I'm not gonna hurt you.” You were sobbing loudly, coughing as you breathed in. Abby knew you felt trapped, but sometimes it was the only thing that could snap you out of your trance. You hated it in the moment, but appreciated it after. 

You wore yourself out. Knowing it was no use because she was so much more built than you. Instead, you just sobbed into the crook of her neck as she held you tightly. Pressing you as close to her as possible. Ellie went to grab a glass of iced water and a box of tissues. 

Your breathing was picking up, fast and uncontrolled. You were on the verge of a panic attack. Abby was never good at calming you down from those. She didn’t have the best way with words, so she turned you forward. Ellie crouched down in front of you. She takes your hands and puts them on her chest. The contact relaxing you a little. She made you copy her breathing. You weren’t in full panic, so it wasn’t too hard to calm down.

After a few minutes of mindful breathing techniques, you were only left with silent tears dripping down your face. You leaned back into Abby as she kissed the top of your head. Ellie was wiping your tears and making you blow your congested nose into the tissue. Then you sipped your water as she held the cup. 

“Tell me what's going through that pretty head, baby,” Ellie says while Abby rubs the sides of your arms. “They’re so mean.” You hiccup a little in between words, trying your best to stop crying, but the memories make it hard. Ellie knows your parents were proper dicks. Every time she sees them out in public, they look at her with disgust. 

“Baby, I know they are your parents, but can I ask why you keep going there if you hate it?” Ellie didn’t really have parents; she had Joel for a while, but after he died, she was pretty much alone on the guardian side of things. She doesn’t really understand why you fight so hard to keep your relationship with them.

“I just..” You hiccup, breathing in and out as Ellie instructs you. Knowing you were trying to keep yourself composed. “I just want them to love me.” All you’ve ever wanted was for them to love you. Since you were a child, it seemed like you could only do wrong. The life you live has no correlation to the one they wanted from you. You weren’t married to a man, and you weren’t religious. The two major things they expected of you.

Before you even came out, you’ve tried everything for them to love you. Your father made constant remarks about your appearance and weight, making your 13-year-old body hunch over the toilet after every meal, spilling your guts into the bowl. After you thought you lost enough, your mother criticized you, telling you that ‘No man likes a woman too skinny.’ The internal warfare drove you crazy.

Your statement hurts Abby’s heart, making her squeeze you a little tighter. Ellie nods a little, playing with your fingers. “I thought the plan was to only speak to them on the phone, so you don’t feel overwhelmed in the same environment as them.” Your therapist had made that proposal to you: ‘Keep your distance.’ You tried, but as the days pasts their messages and calls got angrier. They were saying things like ‘you never come see us, you left us for your new life’ or ‘Don’t call us if you aren’t going to visit.’ You felt bad wanting to ease their ‘pain’ of your absence.

You’ve been diagnosed with Depression, Anxiety, and C-PTSD. Your psychiatrist gave you medications and techniques to manage these things. Abby and Ellie have also been a huge help, but every time you engage with your parents again, it seems like all your self-work has been completely undone.

“I was, but they always find a way to guilt me back into their arms. I know you think I’m stupid because I keep falling for it. I just feel bad, I don’t know” 

Abby chimes in before Ellie can, “You’re not stupid, princess, it’s all you know. It’s hard to change something that has been the same your whole life. We just want better for you, but we’ll stick beside you with whatever decision you choose”

You want to stop speaking to your parents, more than anything, honestly, but their emotions way heavy on your spirit. For as long as you remember, you hate being the reason of someones negative emotions, whether it's anger or sadness, even after they’ve done you wrong. You just can’t seem to not care. The one thing you wanted forever was not to feel so deeply about everything.

You were also scared that once you stopped talking to your parents, you’d have no one left. How much pain it would be if Ellie and Abby left sometime after you’ve cut ties. You know you wouldn’t be able to take the solitude. “I want to stop talking to them, I’m just scared of being alone.” You hide your face in your hands.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” Abby says, “Ellie might trade you for some weed, but not me.” Ellie kicks Abby, clearly not liking the fact that she’s cracking jokes in this moment, but her face softens when she sees you smile. 

“Well, I guess we have to keep her stocked,” You say with a small giggle. Hoping these two stay in your life forever.

Author's Note ↝ I didn't add everything I wanted to in this. Trust me, there is so much more on this particular scene I want to include, but I wanted to gauge your reactions first before I actually dive deep into it. Please give feedback or simply let me know if you'd like more of this kind of literature ‹𝟹

[zzelysian]

Hey pretty girl, coming out of my cage to request a humble Elllabs AU ♡

Since I'm on a nostalgia trope trip lately, how about a werewolf! situation with ellie and abby comforting her through it? I think there's something cute there where ellie is very destructive and messing up furniture, biting etc and abby has to settle her down. 🙂‍↕️🩵

"BEST PART"

pairing: werewolf!ellie williams x abby anderson

content: ellabs, angst, fluff, reverse comfort, werewolf/hybrid au + themes (shifting), ellie is restrained by abby, no reader, ellie lowk suffering, secret crushes, and they were roommates

word count: 3k

ABBY HAD LEARNED TO EXPECT TWO THINGS when she came home late from the gym: the fridge ravaged to its very bones, and Ellie walking around the apartment with those sinful sweatpants hung low on her hips.

So, you can expect her surprise when she walked in to see the living room looking like it’d just endured a home invasion.

She stepped inside with the weight of the day clinging to her—shoulders heavy, gym bag digging into her side, the salty sting of sweat drying on her skin. A shower, water scorching hot, then the cocoon of her blankets. That was the plan.

But the moment she flicked the light on, her body went rigid.

Couch cushions were scattered across the floor as if hurled by invisible hands, the coffee table skewed half a foot off its rug like it had been shoved aside in a panic. One of the lamps lay toppled on its side, its shade crooked and bent, its bulb flickering weakly in protest. And then there were the marks—deep, savage gouges carved into the armrest of the couch, splintering the wood beneath the fabric. They weren’t random. They were deliberate. Primal. 

Her duffel bag slid from her shoulder and hit the floor with a dull, final-sounding thud. Abby’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating as they swept the wreckage.

“Ellie?” Her voice cut through the silence, low but lined with an edge that wasn’t quite fear, wasn’t quite anger—something tense, alert, bracing.

Silence answered her. The only sound in the apartment was the faint hum of the fridge, steady and mundane in sharp contrast to the chaos littered across the living room.

Abby’s pulse began to climb, a slow thrum building in her ears. Ellie wasn’t careless. Sure, she left hoodies draped over chairs, boots by the door, empty soda cans on the counter. That was Ellie. But this—this wasn’t clutter. This was violence.

She stepped further inside, sneakers crunching faintly over something sharp. Abby glanced down and stilled. A picture frame lay shattered on the hardwood, glass fractured into glittering shards that caught the light like broken ice. She crouched, calloused fingers brushing over the photograph inside.

It was the one of them from that night out, Ellie with her hair mussed, arm slung casually over Abby’s shoulder, the corner of her mouth crooked in that lazy smirk Abby always pretended not to notice. The frame was split clean down the middle, dividing their faces.

A flicker of unease twisted in her gut.

“Ellie,” she called again, louder this time, her voice reverberating down the narrow hallway.

That’s when she heard it.

A sound—faint but undeniable—slid through the air. Breathing, ragged and uneven, as though someone were dragging oxygen in with effort, lungs straining against something unseen. It was low, guttural, almost animal.

The fine hairs on the back of Abby’s neck rose. She knew that sound. She’d heard it once before, months ago, late at night when she wasn’t supposed to. A sound that lived somewhere between human and not, teetering on the edge of control.

Her chest tightened, and every muscle in her body coiled, bracing for what she already suspected was waiting at the end of the hall.

The hallway yawned before her like the throat of some beast, narrow and dim, shadows clinging stubbornly to the corners where the light from the living room couldn’t reach. Abby moved carefully, each step measured, deliberate. Her breathing was steady, but beneath the calm surface, her pulse hammered like a drumbeat.

Her eyes flicked over every detail—the way one of Ellie’s boots had been abandoned halfway down the hall, laces tangled and limp; the faint scuff marks along the wall like something had scraped hard against it. Abby’s jaw flexed as she pressed forward, the weight of silence settling heavier with each step.

Ellie’s door stood at the end of the hall, half-shadowed, a sliver of darkness seeping out from the gap beneath it. Abby’s fingers curled into a loose fist at her side before slowly lifting, hand poised to knock. She hesitated, knuckles hovering inches from the wood. The sound of that ragged breathing seemed to pulse through the walls, louder now, uneven and animalistic.

But then—

A shift.

It wasn’t coming from Ellie’s room.

Abby froze, every muscle going taut as her head turned slightly, ears straining. The noise rose again—low, guttural, strained—slipping not from the door before her, but from the one behind her.

Her room.

The realisation landed like a stone in her gut.

Abby straightened, lowering her hand slowly, the air in the hallway suddenly thick, pressing. She pivoted, shoulders squared, eyes locked on her own door a few steps back. The faintest flicker of movement broke against the shadows at the base of it, like a restless shift of weight, a pacing animal trapped inside.

Her heart kicked hard against her ribs, but her expression didn’t falter. Calm. Controlled. Calculated. That was her armor.

“Ellie…” Abby’s voice was quieter now, lower, as though coaxing. The kind of tone you’d use with a cornered creature, one wrong move away from lashing out.

She took a step closer to her door, then another, until she stood in front of it. The wood seemed to hum faintly beneath her palm as she laid her hand against it, the vibrations subtle but unmistakable—something breathing, shifting, pressing at the edges of restraint.

Abby closed her eyes for a brief second, steeling herself. Then she curled her fingers into a fist and gave the door a soft knock, just once.

The sound on the other side stuttered, halting for a breath. Then came the growl—low, throaty, trembling with something halfway between pain and fury.

Abby’s knuckles lingered against the wood for a beat, her chest rising and falling in steady control. Then, with deliberate care, she twisted the handle. The door gave way with a reluctant creak, the darkness inside yawning open to swallow her.

The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like copper tangled with sweat. The second was the disarray.

Her room had been gutted. Clothes were scattered across the floor, shirts and boxers and jackets tangled together in a chaotic heap. Drawers were half-open, contents pulled out and discarded without care. And in the very center of it all, surrounded as though the mess itself had closed in around her, sat Ellie.

She was folded in on herself, knees pulled tight against her chest, forehead resting against them. Her arms wrapped around her shins like restraints, claws digging faint crescents into her own skin as if she were holding herself back by force. Her short auburn hair clung damply to her face, matted with sweat, and her shoulders trembled with each ragged breath.

Above her, the full moon poured silver light through the open curtains, spilling across her like a spotlight. It painted her freckles in stark relief, illuminated the faint shimmer of claws at her fingertips, and seemed to taunt her with its relentless pull.

Abby’s throat tightened.

For a moment, she just stood there, the doorway framing her still figure as she took in the sight. This wasn’t the Ellie everyone else knew—the sharp-tongued girl who bit back at the world with sarcasm and smirks. This was Ellie stripped raw, cornered by her own body, trembling in the quiet wreckage of her self-control.

“Ellie,” Abby said softly, careful not to let her voice carry too sharp an edge.

Ellie flinched at the sound, claws twitching deeper into her skin. She didn’t look up. Didn’t move. Just breathed—ragged, uneven, like every inhale scraped down her throat.

Abby took a slow step inside, her sneakers muffled by the clothes strewn across the floor. Then another. Each one deliberate, measured, as though she were approaching something fragile, something that might shatter if pressed too hard.

She sank down onto the sea of discarded clothes, her knees pressing into the fabric, denim and cotton soft beneath her weight. The room felt smaller now, as though the walls themselves had edged closer, moonlight spilling in like a spotlight with nowhere to hide. Ellie sat crumpled in the center of it all—shaking, folded in on herself, trembling with the kind of tension that seemed ready to snap and spill over at any second.

Abby reached out carefully, her hand steady though her heart thudded against her ribs. Her fingertip grazed Ellie's skin, the barest contact, like brushing the surface of fire.

The reaction was instant.

Ellie uncoiled with animalistic speed, her head snapping up, green eyes blazing with an unnatural glow. They caught the moonlight like shards of broken glass, wide and wild, pupils blown dark. One clawed hand shot up and clamped around Abby’s wrist, grip strong enough to bruise. Her other hand rose in a flash, claws extended, the sharpened tips gleaming in silver light as they poised inches from Abby’s throat.

Her lips peeled back in a feral snarl, teeth bared, canines jutting sharp in a mouth made for tearing. The sound that left her chest was low, primal, a growl that vibrated through the air and seemed to dig its claws into Abby’s very bones.

For a heartbeat, Abby froze, face-to-face with the wolf straining beneath Ellie’s skin. The heat of her breath fanned across Abby’s face, harsh and uneven, carrying the scent of copper and fear and something rawer, deeper.

But then Abby caught it—that flicker. Buried behind the ferocity, dim but still burning, was a thread of recognition. Ellie. Not just the wolf. Ellie herself, eyes glinting with panic, with the desperate edge of someone who knew exactly what she was capable of.

And Abby seized the moment.

Her body moved on instinct, honed muscle and precision. She twisted her wrist in Ellie’s grasp, breaking the angle, and surged forward. Her other hand caught Ellie’s arm, guiding it down and back, pinning it with practiced efficiency. The motion was fluid, almost brutal in its swiftness, until both of Ellie’s wrists were wrenched behind her back, claws useless in the cage of Abby’s grip.

Ellie thrashed instantly, a guttural growl tearing loose from her chest. It vibrated through Abby, deep and resonant, as though the sound itself wanted to shake her apart. The strength behind it was staggering, raw, a storm raging against Abby’s hold.

But Abby held firm.

Her muscles locked, shoulders straining as she anchored Ellie against her, body braced like stone. She didn’t crush her, didn’t force her down—just held her steady, immovable, like a tether.

“Easy,” Abby breathed, her mouth close to Ellie’s ear. Her voice cut low and deliberate, calm as steel, threading through the ragged sound of Ellie’s breath. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

Ellie writhed in her grip, every muscle taut with resistance, her claws twitching as though itching to rake across skin. The silver light painted her in stark relief, freckled face sharpened into something both human and not, caught in the crossfire of who she was and what she was becoming.

But the longer Abby held her, the more she felt it—the hesitation in Ellie’s fight. The tension wasn’t pure rage; it was restraint stretched thin, trembling under the weight of control that could snap at any second.

Abby’s chest pressed against Ellie’s back, the heat of her body grounding, the steady rhythm of her breathing a quiet counterpoint to Ellie’s uneven gasps. She could feel the battle raging beneath the surface, Ellie straining against the wolf, against herself, against the moon’s relentless pull bleeding silver through the window.

And still, Abby didn’t let go.

“Breathe,” Abby murmured, her voice steady, low, threaded with an authority that wasn’t sharp but grounding. Her mouth was close enough that each word ghosted against the shell of Ellie’s ear. “C’mon, babe. With me. In… and out.”

Ellie’s breath hitched, jagged, but it stuttered along the rhythm Abby laid out. Her chest heaved, her head still bowed, forehead nearly pressed into her knees. Abby felt the tremor of restraint in her—the desperate, animal urge to lash out, clashing against the stubborn kernel of Ellie’s willpower.

“You’re still in there,” Abby pressed, softer now, her voice coaxing, almost gentle. “I know you are. You’re not gonna lose yourself. Not tonight.”

The moonlight poured heavier through the window, spotlighting the curve of Ellie’s canines, the raw edge of her snarl. It painted her like prey on display, but Abby wouldn’t let her be reduced to that. She shifted, tucking her chin against the side of Ellie’s damp hair, close enough for her presence to be unmistakable, undeniable.

“Hey, you hear me?” Abby whispered, firm but warm. “It’s me. Abby. You don’t get to scare me off.”

Ellie’s claws twitched again, one sharp tip nicking lightly against Abby’s forearm—but instead of tearing, they stilled. Her growl faltered, broke into something shakier, thinner, almost like a whimper strangled down deep.

“There you go,” Abby said, quieter still, the words more comfort than command. “That’s it. You’re alright.”

For the first time since Abby entered, Ellie leaned into her hold instead of away from it. Not fully, not surrender, but enough—a subtle tilt of her trembling body, the smallest slackening of her shoulders beneath Abby’s hands. The wolf hadn’t vanished, but Ellie was winning ground, inch by inch.

And Abby held her tighter, steady as bedrock, a barrier between her and the silver pull bleeding through the curtains.

The fight bled out of Ellie slowly, like water draining from a cracked vessel. The growl in her chest stuttered, caught, then withered into silence. Her breathing was still jagged, harsh against the steady rhythm of Abby’s own, but the feral edge dulled, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

Abby felt it in her grip—the way Ellie’s arms slackened, the sharp tension melting just enough that Abby could ease her hold without fear. She didn’t release her completely, not yet, but her fingers softened their cage, shifting from restraint to something closer to support.

Ellie’s head tipped sideways, hair damp with sweat, brushing against Abby’s jaw. Her body trembled with the kind of exhaustion that came after battle, every inhale shaky, uneven, like she wasn’t sure she could trust her lungs to keep working.

“I can’t—” Ellie’s voice broke, raw, barely more than a whisper clawing its way free. “I can’t do it—”

“Yes, you can,” Abby cut in, voice firm but quiet, grounding like stone beneath a storm. She shifted her grip, pulling Ellie closer against her chest, anchoring her in place. “You already are.”

Ellie’s claws curled into her own palms, no longer fighting Abby but clinging to the steadiness she offered. The moonlight carved sharp angles across her face, glinting off the wetness pooling at the corners of her eyes. She squeezed them shut as if to hide it, but a broken sound escaped her anyway—a fractured noise somewhere between a sob and a growl.

Abby’s chest tightened, but she didn’t flinch. She let Ellie bury herself in the crook of her shoulder, let the tremors rack through her, all the while murmuring low, steady words against her temple.

“You’re alright. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

The wolf didn’t vanish completely—its presence lingered in the twitch of Ellie’s muscles, in the sharp edge of her breath—but it loosened its grip, receding into the shadows as Ellie clung tighter to Abby. And when it threatened to tighten its hold on her, Abby did the same.

Ellie pressed against her, shoulders shaking, breaths breaking unevenly, claws grazing harmlessly against Abby’s forearms. Vulnerable in a way Abby had never seen her before.

And Abby held her, steady as ever, until the moonlight no longer felt like a threat but only a glow on the floor around them.

It took time, but eventually Ellie’s breathing evened, each inhale a little less jagged than the one before. The trembling in her shoulders quieted, her weight settling heavier against Abby like the fight had finally drained from her bones. The glow in her eyes dimmed, though it didn’t disappear entirely, leaving behind the weary green Abby knew best.

When Ellie finally stirred, it was with a small, broken sound, and she shifted in Abby’s hold, trying to untangle herself. Abby loosened her grip but didn’t move away.

“I—” Ellie’s voice cracked, low and hoarse. She shook her head hard, like she could force the words out, then tried again. “I didn’t mean to—your stuff, I—fuck.”

Her gaze flicked toward the mess around them—the heap of clothes torn and scattered, the broken frame still glittering faintly in the doorway—and panic flickered across her face. Her claws flexed against her palms as her breath started to pick up again. “You must be so—shit, Abby, I—”

“Ellie.” Abby’s tone cut through her spiral before it could root itself, low and steady like an anchor. She tilted her head, forcing Ellie to look at her. “Stop.”

Ellie froze, eyes wide, chest heaving like she’d been caught.

“I’m not mad.” Abby’s voice didn’t waver, didn’t leave room for argument. She softened the words with a slight squeeze of Ellie’s arm, steady and grounding. “Look at me. Do I look pissed?”

Ellie’s lips parted, but no sound came. She searched Abby’s face like she didn’t trust it, like she was braced for the disappointment that never came. Her freckles stood out stark under the moonlight, damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

All Abby gave her was calm. Not pity, not judgment. Just calm.

“You didn’t scare me off,” Abby said, quieter now, the words deliberate, like she needed Ellie to feel each one. “You’re here. You’re breathing. That’s all that matters.”

Something broke in Ellie’s expression—something taut, defensive, crumbling under the weight of Abby’s certainty. Her shoulders slumped, and the words she’d been holding back spilled in a whisper.

“I don’t deserve—”

“Don’t,” Abby interrupted again, sharper this time, but not unkind. “Don’t go there.”

Ellie blinked, stunned by the conviction in her voice.

Abby shifted, adjusting her hold so Ellie was tucked against her side, one hand steady at the back of her neck. “You don’t get to tell me what you deserve. Not when I’m right here, choosing to stay.”

The silence that followed was heavy, but not the suffocating kind. It was weighted, steady, threaded with something unspoken but undeniable.

And for the first time since she’d walked into the room, Ellie let out a shaky laugh—quiet, disbelieving, but real.

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a/n: i fell in love with the req from the moment i read it UGH baby you always have the best ideas!! i've never done smth that's exclusively ellabs, but honestly? i fw this 🤭🤍 tysm for requesting this, baby, this was sm fun to write!

[bnnysweets]

AFTER MIDNIGHT

ellabs x fem!reader

author’s note: it’s my first fic and english is not my first language so sorry! inspired by after midnight by chappell roan.

warnings: modern au. reader uses she/her pronouns and is called princess, angel and girl. reader is described as someone who don’t drink alcohol (but she’s an adult). ellie and abs are in a relationship and love each other 💋.

you looked yourself in the mirror “ok lana, i’m definitely not going” you let a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, lana turned to you in the mirror and came behind, hugging your body “girl you look so good and you need to get out! it’s like life or death situation” she said giggling and you let out a scoff “and who’s gonna die?” you said, “your social life” she answered and started running to the bathroom with you after her, “and you gonna be the next one!” you screamed while laughing.

when you both arrived to the club you instantly felt out of place, you don’t drink, don’t hookup and you hate drunk people, but before you could say anything, lana went grab some drinks and left you in the corner. when you take your time to look at the people in the ambient you realized you’re in a gay club (because of course lana didn’t told you that, just the thought of flirting with woman make you tremble) and you also noticed a couple a little far from you but staring. you looked to your sides but it was only you in the direction they were looking, they talked and the blonde one started walking towards you “hey! sooo i grabbed sparkling water for you and the cheapest drink for me” lana said and you perceived that she had came back, “thanks” you said looking at her when she made a ugly face “omg this shit is so strong”. you both talked for a bit and u forgot about the blonde, but when you were gossiping to lana about the girl in your calculus class who was caught fucking in the parking lot of your university, you felt a tap in your shoulder “hi princess” and it was the brunette from the couple you saw earlier “oh! hi?” you said while turning to face her “i’m ellie and you?” you said your name while smiling, she smelled really good, “a beautiful name to a beautiful girl, sooo me and my girlfriend found you the prettiest girl here and we would love to spend a little time with u” she said so smoothly that you almost forgot the “me and my girlfriend” part, “ah i would like to but i’m with my best friend and you know right? it’s a little messed up to let her all alone” when you were turning to see lana she said “you really shouldn’t worry about me, i already found someone” she said while blowing a kiss across the room to a redhead, ellie touched your arm and guide you to where her girlfriend was.

while she was walking towards the blonde one your mind was a chaos, why the hell not one but, TWO hot women was interested in you? it didn’t make any sense. “hi, i’m abby” the taller said and snapped you out of your internal monologue, you said your name and felt ellie’s hand in your lower back “it’s so pretty, right babe?” “the perfect name to a angel like you” abby said while smirking and suddenly your cheeks were a lot warmer than before. before any of you could say anything started playing after midnight by chappell roan “oh my gosh i love this song!” you said and without warning ellie dragged you to the dance floor and abby came right behind you guys.

you let yourself go and enjoyed the melody and the company, when the song finished you walked to the bar and sat on the benches. “you look really pretty when you sing” ellie said at the same time she was drinking her beer, “you looked so free, it was something else” abby complemented, “you two are too nice to me” you said very quietly and none of them heard (thank god!) you smiled at them and finally asked “are you in a open relationship?” they looked at each other and laughed “no, but time to time we like to catch a cute girl to call ours” the blue eyed said and right after that put her hand in your thigh “you have really soft thighs” she whispered in your ear and you felt your rationality melt away “thanks” u said only to her hear, “you have any problem with that? being our cute girl?” ellie said and u seemed to think a little, “definitely not, i just would like to know you before anything happens, is that a problem?” you said a little shy “ i don’t like to do anything without really like someone” and after that you instantly regretted your words because they looked at each other and started giggling “you really thought we’re a one night stand type of girls? omg we’re so offended, right abby?” “right way baby, i think i’m gonna need two kisses to recover from that” abby said you started smiling again and came closer to her “if you insist…” you said and let two little pecks in her soft lips “now i can die happy” she exclaimed and all of you started laughing.

you talked for little more, exchanged numbers and they offered to take you home, when you called lana to know where she was she declined and texted you “i’m at the redhead house don’t you dare cockblock me”, you turned to the couple, now outside the club and in front of their car, “okay, i’m think we should go”. the car ride was so fun that you didn’t even notice the time passing by, you talked about jobs, college and a lot more, when they arrived at your home, both of them came out of the car and ellie rushed to open your door “the lady is safe! our mission is a sucess” and like a shot you are giggling again. outside of the (big and fucking expensive) car ellie grabbed your waist “i think it’s my turn now, right sweet girl?” you looked at abby who was by your side “i really want to kiss your girlfriend, do you mind?” “only if a get a taste after” and that way you kissed ellie, it was deep and calm, she slid her hand and squeezed your ass just the right amount. when you separate ellie was looking into your eyes so intensely that you felt you could dive in her eyes, “you are so sweet” she said a little out of breath and let your body go to abby’s hands, you felt her big hands above you ass but tempting to go lower, her kiss was different, more agressive, but full of tenderness, when she let go of yours lips you feel yourself asking for more but just accepted “i think i should go” you said taking a little distance from them, “bye bye princess” ellie said while you opened the front door. you definitely will have to thank lana.

dividers by @kodaswrld

[r3starttt]

We could've had a good life together. Had us a place of our own But you didn't want it. So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain.

[eyesfullofsttars]

Ellabs photo booth ! <3

(really short and dumb, sorry 😞)

Both of them stumbled into the small photo booth, exchanging slow, wet kisses in rushed succession as Ellie eagerly pressed her lips against Abigail’s. As the red velvet curtain fell shut behind them, Ellie immediately settled beside her, squinting slightly at the light. Meanwhile, Abby pulled off her beanie, instinctively running a hand through her blonde hair in an attempt to smooth the long, messy strands.

Abby patted her own muscular thigh, signaling for her to sit there, but instead, Ellie tucked both legs up onto the blonde’s lap, settling into the cramped space. Abby, surrendering to the gesture, slid a hand to Ellie’s side, squeezing gently before tracing slow circles over the denim fabric with her thumb.

"Okay, first one, loser," Ellie announced with fake indifference, trying to hide how excited she actually was about the silly little thing they were about to do. She quickly pressed the button to start the timer and, without warning, grabbed Abby’s jaw with one hand, pulling her face closer. Just as Abby least expected it, Ellie stuck out her tongue and pretended to lick her cheek.

Abby scrunched her nose in a mix of adoration and disgust but accepted her fate, posing for the first unexpected photo right as the camera flashed.

"Gross, Williams," she muttered, as if they hadn’t done far worse things with each other’s saliva.

Before Ellie could reply, the countdown for the second photo had already started. Abby took advantage of the moment to pinch Ellie’s thigh, earning a surprised giggle in response. This time, she acted first—wrapping a strong arm around Ellie’s neck and pulling her snugly against her bicep. As the camera clicked, she finished the gesture by pressing a kiss to Ellie’s cheek, just near the corner of her lips.

Ellie didn’t mind in the slightest. She simply grinned from ear to ear, her freckles standing out even more thanks to the sheer happiness flooding her as she settled into the firm hold. Abigail, watching her girl settle in so comfortably—as if she had just found the coziest place in the world—couldn’t help but laugh. Ellie, unbothered by the almost violent affection, only looked up at her, eyes sparkling.

"Why are you laughing? Dude, this is fucking paradise," Ellie blurted, justifying her enthusiastic reaction.

That alone made Abby laugh again. Shaking her head, she reached out to ruffle Ellie’s already messy hair before finally letting her go.

"Idiot," Abby murmured, but with so much fondness that the insult lost all its weight.

"Yeah, yeah! Quick, next photo!" Ellie exclaimed, shrugging as she made a useless attempt to fix her hair for the last shot. "Come on, Abs!"

For the final picture, Abigail cupped Ellie’s face with one hand (there was no need for both…) and pulled her in without hesitation. Their lips met in an inexplicably soft and tender kiss, a perfect conclusion to their little moment.

Ellie’s hands, adorned with rings and veined along her arms, quickly found their place at the nape of Abigail’s neck, fingers tangling into her blonde locks. The kiss, gentle at first, grew more intense—needier, almost aggressive—until Abby bit Ellie’s lower lip, tugging it back slightly before releasing it with a quick peck, soothing the faint sting.

Still catching her breath, Ellie pulled away and, with a playful nudge of her foot, pushed Abby back before stepping out to check the pictures. She tried (and failed) to contain her excitement as Abby quickly followed, slipping an arm around her waist from behind.

Each of them ended up with a strip of the three photos—Williams tucking hers behind the transparent case of her phone, while Anderson slipped hers into the pocket of her worn leather wallet.

[chocobinaa]

ommmggg, ellie and abby w reader working out headcanons pls? specially reader being so silly bettin she has more muscle (no)

i love this oh my god,, thank you for the ask!!

ellabs x reader workout hc's!!

~ sfw!!

abby would SO be a gymbro, spotting you if you decided to go for a bench press even though she knows you could lift that much.

~ adding to gymbro, she would always have you and ellie in pictures she posts on her dumb little muscle gain instagram, you (usually) sitting on her lap while she flexes and els in the background

ellie would be a little nerd, making sure you had the right form for every machine, mad that abby was far stronger and could spot you every time. she would put her hands on your back or your belly to straighten out your posture, carefully watching to make you wouldn't get hurt

if r! Is more feminine, both of them would buy pretty workout sets of leggings or little skirts and sports bras just to go to the gym with them, always looking at your ass when you were turned away

both would so obviously show you off as theirs, kissing your cheeks or forehead when you got a good amount of reps, getting pissed and showering you in affection if someone looked at you too long, probably both having a picture of the three of you in their phone cases, always leaving it face down with the little polaroid visible

maybe in the locker rooms both of them would flex, showing you how to properly do so as-well, both of their biceps obviously bigger than yours, though you would give dumb little banter arguing otherwise ~ "nope, you guys are wrong, im just so buff, you just cant see it yet" and abby would laugh and nod and ellie would just roll her eyes

after the gym, both of them would treat you to yummy food, cuddles, anything you asked for just to go with them the next time, and you always did

~ sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted!! its a bit rushed so tell me if youd like it redone, hope you enjoy 💗

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[satellitespinner]

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the tinder trend on ur smokeshow roommates :ppp use of y/n, reader is referred to as girl, and single. fym ouu shiii👀

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