#tloufic

[gwug]

Another WIP

[cupcake-beastt]

I seems this on twitter/ X weeks ago I nobody made a fanfic…i know here are so many writers so pls Ellabs writers, I need this.

If you need I can pass the original post, that account given some ideas about this

[kaiandels]

Girls and Dykes ✧.*: e.w x reader ✧.

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req by: my special woman @ximtiredx 🫶🏻 luh you mama

warning: SMUT w a slightly long plot (mdni), jacksonfuckboy!Ellie, daddy kink, Reader being absolutely dumb, slight friendship betrayal, EXTREMELY TOXIC (fictional only). Idk if I forgot any more please do tell if I did! Only the Title has the d-slur!

writer’s note: this au is still the “infected au” but with modern technology and etc. you get it… right?

- INSPIRED BY THE SONG NASA by Josh Levi.

Not proofread!!

white - The reader

green - Ellie

red - Dina

pink - Cat

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It has been 2 years since you found Jackson and decided to stay there. It was everything everyone could ever ask for, the food, the civilization, it felt as if there weren’t any dangers outside as we speak. It has been completely undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to you.

I mean, you built your dream home. It was everything you have ever wanted. You believed that there were a difference between a home and a house. And maybe, the home wasn’t the house… maybe it was a person? It was corny. You knew it. But you fell inlove the moment you saw her. Ellie-motherfucking-Williams.

That name always rung a bell, and obviously, that name also made a lot of people run their mouths. Some people weren’t really keen to the idea of homosexuality in Jackson. But Ellie couldn’t give a flying fuck.

You met her at the stables, when you both were on patrol. It was your first time and it was completely obvious that you were anxious. “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Just stay behind me if you need to.” Ellie spoke, leading you out of your in tranced state. “Thanks.” You smiled, the idea of ‘staying behind’ really didn’t help that much. But you were appreciative anyway.

That was the first time. However, when the 1st year of you being in Jackson came. You were really bonding a lot with Joel. You and Ellie had become really close and because of that she introduced you to her standing father figure. He reminded you of your Dad, and you reminded him of Sarah. You really missed having your father around, and Ellie completely understood which is why she introduced you to Joel in the first place. And it was going really well, it seemed like you were apart of their family now. Which in reality, both you, Joel, and Ellie really needed.

Not until it was ruined by one mistake. You and Ellie had gotten high one night, it lead from one thing to another. Mouths kissing, tongue slipping, legs dripping, and thrusting. So much for family right?

It has been a week since you and Ellie have done that. And you can’t help but notice that she was growing distant. She would avoid getting partnered in patrols with you, she would avoid bumping in to Tipsy Bison with you, and she would never reply to your texts. You can’t help but think that- was it really just a one time thing?

I love it when you contemplate

You couldn’t help but send one more text. You knew she wasn’t that person you were thinking she was. She couldn’t be possibly playing with you, right? That meant something. You knew it. Or maybe, comforted yourself with the thought.

You huffed as you put your phone down, leaning against the wall as you were hurriedly putting on your shoes. You stormed out of your dorm with loud stomps that attracted the attention of the fellow men working in Jackson.

I love it when you’re missing me

As you walked, you felt your heart slowly beat. It felt as if it was a sign indicating that you should stop. You caught your breath in a hitch as you realized that you were 10 steps away from Ellie’s house. You walked carefully, hearing faded noises that seemed grumbled at first. But when it came to your 3rd step, you went sick to your stomach. Hearing high-pitched whines from an unfamiliar girl.

“Uhuh! Fuck right there Ellie… yeah yeah.. yeahyeah fuck!”

“Fuck Cat, you’re taking it so fucking well.”

You gagged, feeling disgust take over your body. You froze in Ellie’s porch, completely unaware of the people staring at you as they seemed to have heard the “ruckus” going inside Ellie’s house.

“Poor girl… wasn’t she also with Ellie?”

“Huh? how did you know that?”

“They were always together and now Ellie has seemed to be avoiding her… now we know why.”

You ran to your house, completely ignorant about the comments of each and every individual that witnessed the scene, shaking as you slid down the door. You covered your mouth as you sobbed. Calling the only person you knew who you could trust, Dina.

I love it when you tell your friends about me.

The phone rang an insane amount of times before Dina had picked up. “Hey… I heard what happened. Word spreads around fast. I am so sorry baby.” Dina spoke as her words were slow and considerate, it felt as if her words were slowly patting you on the back. “She could’ve just told me that she didn’t want me, you know?” you hiccuped as tears were rapidly falling down your cheeks. “I know, I know, for what it’s worth…She’s not that even good looking. You know? she’s just like every single lesbian you see on the street.”

“Stop lying..” Your voice cracked as you hear Dina laugh on the phone, making you laugh too. “Okay fine. She is actually really really really fucking good looking. But, just hope she gets bit or something.” you laughed at the irony as you forgot that Dina actually has no idea that Ellie was immune. “I wanna go to Tipsy Bison tonight. You know? To get fucking high or drunk… whatever makes me forget about her.” you heard Dina clear her throat. “Yeah, that sounds really fucking amazing. And that sounds like something you really need. I’ll see you there at 10, please for the Love of God look hot and sexy and everything in between.” you laughed as you nodded, completely grateful that you didn’t have to grieve alone.

You ended the call with Dina, shocked as your phone were bombarded with sudden messages from Ellie.

You heard three loud bangs on your door. “You’re not getting in Ellie. Leave and go rub yourself out or fuck that chick you’re with.” You stated. You flinched as you heard Ellie aggressively bang the door. “I’m gonna make a fucking scene. Open the FUCKING door.” Ellie stated, her voice clearly irritated as you slowly opened the door for her. Giving up on whatever strength you had earlier. “I don’t know what you came here for. But it’s not going to happen.” you reassured. But then again, that was a comfort to no one but yourself.

“I don’t think so.” Ellie smirked as she stepped closer to you. “You miss me baby?” Ellie said, slamming your body against the door as her warm breath flowed through your ear. Your mind getting fuzzy as you were trying to resist the temptation that the devil ellie has brought upon you.

It’s cruel, but you can’t help it.

“You’re a fucking whore.” You hissed, feeling Ellie’s breath on your neck. Inhaling your scent. “Push me away then. Go on. Do it if you don’t wanna get fucked by a whore.” You paused, feeling Ellie’s hands run up your stomach to your chest. Squeezing your soft breasts. You huffed, trying to contain your moans. But unfortunately, one got caught up in your breath. “Oh? what was that? seems like you’re liking it.”

“You are a dirty… dirty.. fuc- ah..” You moaned as you felt the tip of Ellie’s fingers run through your clothed slit. “You ignored me.. for.. ha- fuck. Days.” Your breath hitched as you felt Ellie push her fingers against your clothed cunt. You looked down at her as she placed an evident grin on her face.

“You know I didn’t mean that baby. You’re everything to me.” Ellie muttered, you didn’t know if she was being satire as she has always been that way. “If I was everything you wouldn’t have gone off to fuck some other girl.” You whispered, feeling a little hurt over what had happened.

“I can make it up to you.” Ellie whispered as she leaned over your ear. Feeling her smile against your ear. Ellie slid her hand under your shirt, her hands glides up to meet with your covered breast. Kneading them softly. “I don’t want to continue…” You breathed as you forced yourself to think that it was not healthy, even though it felt so fucking good. “Yeah? you remember the last night we smoked weed?” Ellie said as she pulled away from your neck, facing you as her gaze softens. You nodded as you felt yourself shrink against her gaze. “We established a safe word that night, yeah?” Ellie asked. Although it seemed like she remembered it very well, she just wanted to know if you did. “Yes… yes..” you repeated as you felt the heat intensify. “Then say that if you want to stop right now. I’ll give you 5 seconds.” You gulped as you hear Ellie’s voice started to fade. You zoned out, feeling disgusted but the temptation was too much. You wanted to shove her off of you and cut ties forever. But you thought, maybe this was the chance? Maybe this was the chance to show her that you were better. That you were better in all sorts of ways, either in.. bed or out of bed. “2…” “1…” “0…”

You gasped as you felt Ellie’s calloused hands gripping your waist. Lifting you up your feet as she carried you to your bedroom. She breathed for a second then threw you on the bed, manhandling you as she forced your legs open. “Come on, I saw your texts. Show me how much you miss me.” Ellie whispered in her low registered tone. Making you feel crawling sensations on your skin. You whined as you reached for her hand, pouting as you saw her pulling her hand out of your reach. “You have to ask for it baby, you know that’s the most important thing.”

“Please, can I use your hand? Please Daddy..” You muttered, hearing Ellie gulp. She has always liked it when you called her that. Ellie nodded as it was a fair sign for you to guide her hand where you want it. You reached for her hand as you softly slid it under your shorts and panties. You heard Ellie’s breath hitch as you pushed her middle finger in, softly moaning as she slowly pumped in and out of you. Leaving you confused as it felt that Ellie was in a rush. “Does that feel good huh? You miss me that much that you’re so loose?” Ellie laughed as she saw your shocked expression, building that sadistic lust inside of her.

You softly cried out her name as you felt her fingers curl inside you. Your spongey walls clenching as you tried not to overcome your high, you felt like you were gonna cum. It has been awhile and it was leaving you insane. There were so many women after you but all you could think about was Ellie knuckle-deep inside you, there was something different. And it’s not about how good her fingers feel inside you right now.

She rammed 3 fingers inside you, taking you aback as you looked down, seeing her hand veins pop as she did her best to keep her pace. Although that there were no signs of struggle ever being evident on her smug expression. “I missed your fingers inside me…” You whined with a squeak in between, making Ellie’s intensity falter. Absolutely being stunned by your beauty “Yeah? How much?” Ellie smirked as she regained her intensity, feeling your walls clench as you tried your best to have her inside you longer. You wanted to do better, better than these girls she has ever been with. “Fuck.. daddydaddy please.” You cried as you felt another digit enter you, completely splitting you open. You thought that it was utterly impossible for you to be able to take this many. But then again, you missed her touch. And you were never dry by the thought of her.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you trying to stop yourself. Don’t worry, I swear we won’t end there.”

Your breath hitched as you bucked your hips on to her fingers, completely sucking in her fingers as your slick started to make the most dirtiest sounds. You cupped your own breasts, kneading the other one as your other hand played with your nipples. Making you ticklish around Ellie’s fingers, which had sent you over to the edge. You gripped her wrist hoping for balance but unfortunately it did not work as Ellie had not faltered even for a second. “I’m gonna cum… a-almost there Daddy. Mgha.. please” You whined as you were completely going dumb just because of four fingers.

For Ellie, she was absolutely enjoying this. She wished she could take a video of this and jack off to it every night, that’s how perverted she was. That’s how much she wanted you, It was sick and it was toxic that even though it was almost insane how many girls had rode her fingers before you, she still wanted you for her only. “I want you to cum. Give it all to me. Because this is MY fucking pussy.” Ellie groaned as she heard her own pounds on your cunt. “FUCK Daddy!” you screamed, as your eyes closed shut. Panting as you slowly opened your eyes. You covered your mouth as you saw your juices splattered over Ellie’s shirt, pants, wrists, and face. You squirted. And you never thought you could. “I underestimated you. Fuck.”

Ellie laughed as she pulled out of your dripping cunt, bringing her fingers to her mouth, slowly dragging her tongue from her wrists to her fingers. Collecting all of the juices you squirted on to her. Ellie pulled away and licked her lips, also collecting the juices from there. “I think you deserve Daddy’s cock today. Don’t you think?”

You nodded eagerly as Ellie walked away, looking for her strap that she specifically bought just for you. Although, you didn’t know that. But she did. Your gaze started to soften as you stared at the ceiling, post-orgasm thoughts flooding through your brain as the discernment suddenly started to flow around the course of your brain. Although, you thought too much. But one thrust of Ellie’s hips and it all slips away. And right now, all the rational thoughts and discernments has gone through the window when you saw Ellie walk in the door with her thick purple strap. You gulped as you felt your cunt drip again.

Ellie plopped herself down on the bed, her hands had a firm grip on your knees as she further laid your legs apart. “Wait Ellie…” You gulped as you pointed towards the silicone object. “Isn’t that… a little too much?” You smiled nervously as Ellie’s gaze pierced through yours. Ellie slowly formed a smile as she looked over to the side and back to you, “it’s either you’re gonna take it or i’m gonna make someone else take it. So, which one is it?” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed on to her hips to pull her closer. “Fine..” you huffed. You looked in to Ellie’s eyes as you seemed to drown in them, but you couldn’t figure out if such feelings were true.

You were taken out of your thoughts when you felt the tip squeeze in to you. You closed your eyes shut as you gripped the sheets, feeling the thickness too overwhelming. “Come on, you can take it baby.” Ellie cooed as she continued to thrust in, making you swallow her whole shaft. You tried to form any words, but you just couldn’t stop. It was too big. Too good.

You wrapped your arms around Ellie’s neck, finding comfort in holding her. You gasped as you felt her thrust slowly, given by the amount of times your pussy was dripping, it was already so ready. You start to feel her speed up, and it was intoxicating. You rolled your eyes back as you started to move your hips with hers. "Uh.. fuck Ellie. You're so big." You screamed as your head banged against the headboard. The noises of the squelching and banging turning you on. “I know you’ve always liked it rought. Such a slut.” Ellie claimed. She has always knew how your body reacted to things. She was observant about it, even in the depths of your new beginning in Jackson. She tried to read you from here on out.

Ellie was going insane, she loved how your cunt wrapped around her perfectly. How you moan her name like it was the end of the world. None of these girls could ever match up to you. Ellie moaned as she felt herself getting dumb by the fact that the strap was grazing on her clit, the stimulation making her yearn for more as she pounded deeper inside you. Almost mercilessly as she was chasing her own pleasure. “I love it when y-you use ah.. me-uh…” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you, almost at the range of your stomach. “Fuck, I love you” Ellie blurted out in between moans. You caught yourself in a shock state as you were still feeling the pleasure of Ellie’s constant pounding.

“Fuck, baby… I love you so much..” Ellie moaned as her hips started to stutter. Indicating that she was close. You cupped her cheek as you ghosted your lips over hers, “I love you too..Mmm fuck! Ah..” Your high-pitched tone caught up with your moans as you both humped eachother. Desperate for the release. “D-dick’s s-s’good Daddy.” You giggled as you were getting cock-drunk. Ellie on the other hand couldn’t get enough of your ass, gripping it and kneading it as she banged herself in to you harder and harder as if she was an animal in heat. You choked on your own saliva as you were screaming too much, the overstimulation getting the best of you as your vision started to get a little blurry.

“Fuck yeah, I love this pussy so much… Who does this belong to? Huh? Hm?” Ellie asked, multiple questions thrown at you as you couldn’t comprehend each one. This is what you loved about Ellie, that she was so fucking dirty when it comes to sex. That she would talk and talk because it feels so fucking good. “Want you to.. f-fuhuck.. f-fill me up Daddy.” You smiled as you leaned over to Ellie’s ear to moan and make her fuck you even faster, even harder, even rougher, or anything. Just anything to fill you up. “You’re so fucking amazing…” “Daddy, you’re so good to me… uhhh fuck!”

The headboard kept banging as you both thrusted on to eachother. Sloppy kisses were made as tongues glided over eachother. You whined as you sucked on Ellie’s tongue, screaming although it was muffled by you sucking her tongue off. You felt your high crashing down on you and it felt so good that you and Ellie were still humping on eachother. “Mmph! More..more..” You begged in between thrusts. You kept thrusting and Ellie eventually came down her high aswell. It was so hard that she also kept humping. She laid on top of you as you both grinded in to eachother until you both came down with another orgasm.

“That was so good..” You huffed as Ellie fell right next to you. She laid in silence for a moment. It made you uncomfortable so you turned to her, “Is everything okay?” You asked as you reached for her cheeks, attempting to soothe her but it failed as she sat up immediately. “It’s almost night time. Have plans.” Ellie said bluntly. “Oh, where are you going?”

“Somewhere.” Ellie said as she pulled her pants up, getting situated. She leaned over to you as she kissed your cheek, smiling as a sign that she really needed to go. “Fine.. Go ahead.” You smiled unsurely as you watched her hurriedly leave your room and your house. It felt as if she wasn’t really there. You closed your eyes as you felt drowsiness possess you. Before you could fall asleep you have managed to set an alarm for Tipsy Bison later tonight as you have finally realized that you needed a drink more than you thought.

An hour later, you woke up to the sound of the ringing of your alarm. You yawned as you sat up, wasting no time and already going to the bathroom. You were in a rush because you knew if you had procrastinated this, you would be late. You’ve spent a lot of time on the shower thinking about Ellie and how she fucked you so good earlier. You felt so good that you had to rub one out before dressing up to finally meet with Dina.

You didn’t put much effort as it was just in Tipsy Bison, but it completely catched everyone’s eye as you walked in. There were many people and it was hard to squeeze yourself in. But you noticed that the people were gathering around two people, which had peeked your curiosity. You forced yourself to walk past by the sweaty men and eventually revealed the dance floor. Everyone stared at you, as your eyes widened in shock. Dina and Ellie were hand in hand, dancing as if they couldn’t give a flying fuck in the world.

“Every guy in this room is staring at you right now…”

“Maybe they’re staring at you…”

Your heart broke as you watched. You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. You were dumb-founded. People we’re looking at you. Not them. They always knew how you felt about Ellie, they knew that she was wrong for you. They kept telling you, but you just didn’t listen.

“They’re not”

“Maybe they’re jealous of you.”

“I’m.. just a girl. Not a threat.”

“Oh, Ellie…I think they should be terrified of you.”

You stormed out as you clutched on to your chest. Your breathing went uneasy as you saw Dina and Ellie kiss. Every single dignity that you had once was gone and it will never be retrieved. It was your fault. You did this to yourself.

You gave in.

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So this is how it ends, Ellie thinks. After all we’ve been through. Everything he’s done. This is it.

It’s getting a little harder to hold him up, to keep his arm over her shoulders with every passing second, and the steady drip, drip, drip that softly patters under them is driving her insane. 

She wants to scream. She wants to cry. She wants to break things and destroy mountains and oh, she’s so full of rage she could tear the entire universe apart.

Ellie does none of those things. She takes a deep breath and hoists Joel up, wincing as he shudders and groans from the agony ripping him up. It’s hard not to cry, but Joel taught her not to, he taught her what it is to be strong and to endure and to survive and fuck no she’s not going to cry in front of him, not now, not when he needs her strength the most. 

All she has to do is get him through the gate, to Tommy’s house in the dam, and they’re so close to safety she can practically taste it. The windows glint in the dim sunlight, faint laughter echoes over the ramparts. She can do this. She grits her teeth and pushes forward, out of the trees and into the clearing.

“Please, Joel, I’m doing all I can but you have to help me,” she mutters to him, her shoulders on fire. 

Just a little further. Just a little further.

“I’m trying, kiddo,” he mumbles, and as he coughs an explosion of blood dots his lips. Ellie blinks in revulsion and twists away, trying not to gag from the fear climbing up her throat. Her vision blurs into a mess of silver and sky blue and muddy brown. It’s too real, so real she wants to pass out.

Blindly she stumbles along the path she’s tread over and over for the past five years. Joel’s quickly becoming a dead weight and her limbs are locking up. Dimly, she hears a confused “Ellie?” called from somewhere above her, and her head snaps up. “Help!” she screams, hating the raw panic in her voice. “We need help here, please fucking help us–”

Tommy’s footsteps are loud as he sprints down the stairs from the watchtower, a breathless “Holy shit” escaping him as he sees the blood covering Joel’s chest. “Get him inside!” he bellows to the crowd frozen behind him, and Ellie sees it in his eyes, the pure fear and the guilt and the anger.

There’s no time to think. Keep moving.

Somehow she and Tommy and some other guy – the fuck is his name again? – manage to heave Joel inside atop a table, and Maria runs for the nearest first aid kit as they cut apart Joel’s shirt and inspect the damage.

Ellie spins around and retches violently, but nothing comes up. Throat aching and eyes burning with unshed tears, she turns back to face Joel, clasping his hand tightly as she grits her teeth.

It’s worse than she’d thought as she dragged him back to the town. The grenade blast hadn’t missed by much, and there’s loads of shrapnel buried in his chest and abdomen on the left side. Some are even buried so deeply she can just barely see the tips of the shards poking out of his skin, and rivulets of blood stream from the punctures. Chunks of flesh are missing too, blasted away by the impact. Her skin crawls with complete revulsion.

“Joel,” she whispers. “Oh God, Joel…”

He grimaces as he registers the shock and despair written all over her face. “Ellie… it’ll be all right.”

“How?” she says, struggling not to scream.

He doesn’t answer, just squeezes her hand.

Maria, breathless, pushes Tommy aside as she takes a look at the wounds. Ellie notes that her hands are shaking, and she wants to be mad at her for being scared too but she just can’t. There’s nobody to blame here, except fate and maybe the universe at large. And God. Fuck you, God.

Trembling, Maria tries to grasp one of the shards and remove it, but a slight tug leaves Joel white-faced with pain, though he doesn’t make a sound. Ellie can tell that removing it would be a huge mistake. Tip of the iceberg and all that. He’s lost enough blood as is, there’s enough pooling on the table that they’ll have to throw it out, they can’t just wash it…

Why am I thinking about this? What the fuck?

Eventually, amid the heavy silence, Maria sets her hands on the table firmly, steadying herself. “Ellie… there’s nothing we can do. He’s lost too much blood.”

Something inside her breaks and she yells, “The fuck does that mean?! Bullshit, you can’t save him!”

Maria bites her lip, her normally feisty attitude subdued. “Look…”

She shakes her head wildly, trying not to cry or sniffle or look weak. “No, no. This is… No.” Her hands are numbing and her heart is pounding so hard she might just explode.

Joel squeezes her hand, and it gets her attention. “Ellie… she’s right. Done is done.”

“Joel, please, we can still save you,” she pleads. Losing him is not an option.

He keeps talking like she hasn’t even said anything. “There’s so much to tell you… Least you got to hear me sing.” They both smile bitterly and she kneels close to him. “Remember all that about makin’ every shot count, yeah? And how to clean your guns, load ‘em properly… And one more thing…”

Ellie half-expects him to talk about Sarah, but he doesn’t, and in some fucked-up way she’s grateful for it. They’re both his daughters, no matter in what way.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and exhales heavily like he’s been holding in that apology for years. And in a way, he has. They’re both shitty at apologizing genuinely, but she understands him. She always has. She doesn’t expect to hear more, but he says, “You had every right to the truth. And I took that from you. And I’m not askin’ for your forgiveness, or anythin’ like that, but I just want you to know I did it to protect you. Because… those Fireflies didn’t deserve you. Never did. You’re too good for this world, Ellie. You deserve better than bein’ a cure.”

Ellie stares into his eyes, so tired and worn and resigned, but somehow full of a love she had only learned to recognize after a year spent with him. She looks at him and sees the past six years, full of dead friends and murdered enemies and Clicker screeches, full of nights spent exchanging watch duty, cold winters and awful memories. And she sees that of those six years, not a day was spent without his presence by her side. He was always there. Watching her. Protecting her.

And now, she’s about to lose him.

“I forgive you,” she cries, and breaks down into heaving sobs in front of Tommy, in front of Maria, in front of everyone. Fuck dignity and fuck strength and fuck grace, she’s losing the one person who has ever mattered to her so much, she can’t do this bullshit life thing without him. She just can’t. “I’m sorry I wasted so much time being angry at you, I’m sorry, I forgive you for lying, I don’t care anymore, I don’t care that you lied–”

Joel cradles her cheek gently in his rough hand (these hands have killed and shot and beaten and saved her, over and over again, from hunters, from David, from herself too). “Ellie,” he whispers. “Promise me one thing.”

Anything. I’d do anything if I could make you stay. “What?” she chokes out.

His lined face contorts as he stifles a gasp of pain. “Promise – promise me you’ll live. Not just survive. Not just be driven by anger and guilt, whatever angst has kept you goin’ these past few years. Promise me you’ll find something that makes you better, something that heals you. Promise me you’ll fight for it.”

“That’s more than one thing, Joel,” she quips, despite her heart dissolving inside of her hollow chest. She just needs to hear that gruff laugh. Just one last time.

He chuckles and smiles faintly. “Kiddo… thank you.”

Ellie’s hands fist in the thick plaid flannel of his jacket, and her lip trembles as tears dot his shirt. “What –  what for?”

“You were that one thing,” Joel murmurs, grasping her right hand tightly as she hunches over, unable to breathe from the pain destroying her from the inside out. “Maybe you didn’t save the whole world, like you wanted. But you saved me.”

There’s nothing but silence as she crumbles into a million little pieces. She’s lost without him. She’s back to after Riley, after the university, after David. She’s a grown woman breaking into girl-sized chunks.

“I’m not… I’m not letting you go,” she sobs, after a minute. “Joel – Dad – please…”

“Baby… swear to me. Swear to me that you’ll find something to fight for.” His eyes are dazed, unfocused, his voice is a low rumble, and his grip is slowly loosening no matter how much her bloody fingers fumble to hold on to him.

She doesn’t know if she can. Not without him. Who will teach her to swim? Who will teach her how to play another song, who will help her figure out those damn chords, who else will she go to after the nightmares come again –

“Ellie,” he says quietly.

She doesn’t know. But she has to try.

“… I swear.”

[cupcake-beastt]

Guys don’t cancel me but I have a crazy idea in my head

Ellabs omegaverse fanfic, implied Ellie pregnant but actually Abby bit and got Ellie pregnant in the theater but we started the story in Santa Bárbara with Ellie Saving Abby while holding a 6 month baby to her breast, imagining so confusing would be Abby

Abby: why are you here…and why you have a baby ??

Ellie:it’s your baby…

Abby :

The concept ellie can end with the rattlers and take a moment to breastfeed his baby

[kaiandels]

Two Hearts (finale): e.w x reader

warnings: none! calm chapter completely wholesome but kind of short ig?

writer’s note: this will be the last chapter. this is not intense so do not expect anything !! and sorry if it took so long.. when i say i’m busy with uni, i am. NOT PROOFREAD!

part 1- part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

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Love is a confusing thing. Not everyone is blessed enough to feel this concept. You have always thought that you were incapable of doing so, that you weren't worthy. 'Cause all you felt in this life that you have lived was nothing but rejection which made you dense to the feeling of Love. And you knew, that Ellie was the same. You both were looking for the same thing. And it felt so good that you both were able to provide it for each other.

"In this life I have done nothing but love you." Ellie whispered.

The denial that was evident throughout was just a decoy for the intense love that couldn't be displayed. You both were cowards. You didn't accept the risk of losing someone who you spent your whole life with just because you loved them more than a friend should love another. Love is a confusing thing. You hoped to God that it would change for the better.

It did. It seemed like the whole world revolved around you and her only. You were deprived of love, Ellie knew that. Ever since you were a child you have done nothing but try to get the constant approval of your parents. You had done nothing but try to achieve the academic goals or even the career goals for no one but them and them only. The love that was lacking throughout your life, was provided by Ellie. And the love that was lacking through hers, were provided by you.

You were going to meet up with Joel, you had just put on something casual as the planned set-up would only be in a café. You decided to not outdone yourselves because you wanted the ambiance to be just perfect to announce you and Ellie’s relationship. To be completely honest, you were a nervous wreck. And Ellie didn’t seem to get that at all. But, the things that ran through your mind was just “what if he doesn’t like me for Ellie?” or “what if he thinks that i’m too full of myself?”

You gulped as you blankly stared at the mirror, your gaze travelling up and down your body as you were so unsure of how presentable you wanted to be. “You’re fine.” Ellie broke the silence as she stood behind you, her arms crossed. “Why are you so nervous? You’ve been with Joel ever since we were 5.” Ellie asked as she looked at you in to the mirror. “I don’t know. What if he doesn’t like me for you? I mean I wasn’t the best child at all, he always scolded me when we would play in the backyard and- what if hejustdoesntlikemeforyoubecauseimnotthegirlwhoheseesyouwith?” You rambled as your hands went their ways through the air as Ellie stared at you dumbfoundedly. Is that even a word? It’s probably possible ‘cause that’s the way Ellie’s feeling right now.

“You’re doing too much, seriously.” Ellie laughed as she stepped closer to you to hug you from behind. “You’re going to be okay. Like I said, you’ve known him your whole life.” You sighed at the reassurance as you melted under her embrace. You nodded as you accepted your “faith”.

A few hours later, you and Ellie had arrived to the café. You both got out the car, laughing as you both noticed that your breaths both hitched. You looked at eachother as Ellie pointed at the window, you followed her direction and saw Joel sitting quietly at the booth, reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. He never changed. You thought.

You and Ellie walked in the café hand in hand as you both walked up to Joel. “Hey..” Ellie said almost whispering as she caught Joel’s attention. “Hey kiddo. Oh have I missed ya.” Joel claimed giving Ellie an excited shit-eating grin. He stood up as he gave Ellie a tight hug, ruffling her hair in the process. “Fuck- JOEL!” Ellie groaned as they both laughed.

You stood there, admiring the two as your heart melted. You wished that you could feel like that again, but the last time you ever felt that way was when you were 8 years old. “Hey Y/n.” Joel said as he walked up to you and gave you a fast and soft hug. You always were awkward with eachother. “Hey Joel” You said giving him a soft smile. Ellie snorted, catching you and Joel’s attention. “Come on, you guys.” Ellie said patting the empty space beside her. You looked at Joel and he nodded giving you the empty spot next to Ellie’s as he sat in front of you both.

“Look, Joel. A lot has happened this past few months or years and i’m really happy to see you but… I have to tell you something.” Ellie said straightforwardly gripping at your hand under the table. “Throw it at me, kiddo.” Joel said as he smiled and leaned back against the booth couch. “Me and Y/n are together.” you all went silent as you looked at Ellie and Joel. It went quiet as it seemed like they were both trying to win a staring contest. Not until the silence was broken by Joel’s laughter. “Kiddo, that’s nothing new to me! I thought you both were already together before I left the goddamn country.” Joel said as he snorted laughing too hard at Ellie’s face. You observed Ellie as she had her mouth agape and staring blankly at Joel. “Oh, fuck you.” Ellie spat as they both laughed. “I’m happy for y’all. Really.” Joel reassured as he looked at you. “I never knew you had it in ya.” You blushed in embarassment as you gripped at Ellie’s arm. She chuckled and kicked Joel’s foot. “Sorry, sorry.. I was just sayin’ “

“It must be hard for ya, since ya know.. your parents.” Joel spoke hesitantly as he tried to look for any expressions on your face that were a sign of discomfort. There weren’t any. “I moved out a couple of years ago and I haven’t contacted them since.” You smiled as you fiddled with your hands. “That must’ve felt horrible, i’m so sorry to have brought it up kiddo.” Joel smiled.

“I think you’re great for Ellie. Really.” Your eyes widened as you realized the contradiction of what you had just said earlier and snapped your gaze directly at Ellie’s. Ellie smirked and gave you a look telling you “I told you so”.

“I have seen none in this life that I saw better for Ellie.” You softly smiled as you looked at Joel, waiting for him to continue his sentence. “I know that I might have not made you feel like I liked you, especially when you were a kid. But I know that no one made Ellie happier than you. I know you’re a great person, y/n.”

“And I know that ya might not have felt like you’ve been accepted. But i’m always here to also stand as your father. Ya know that right? I’m not always showy. Even Ellie knows that.” Ellie chuckled as she nodded. “Just know that i’ve always treated you as my own, babygirl.” Joel nodded as he reached for your hand. Tightly gripping it. “Oh, come on now. Don’t be a sap.” Ellie interrupted as you all shared laughters again.

“I am genuinely happy though.” Joel nodded as he both looked at you and Ellie. “You both are perfect for eachother.”

After the meeting, you felt euphoric. You were so glad that Joel loved you. But then again, there were no reason for him not to. Your behavior when you were a child was nothing compared to now, he admired your growth as a person and you knew that you would influence Ellie greatly.

“I love you.” Ellie blurted out. You looked at her with a confused look.

“I love you too. What’s wrong?” You chuckled as you seemed taken aback by the sudden exchange of iloveyou’s.

“I don’t know. I just felt like I haven’t said that enough.” Ellie looked down at her feet, fiddling with her hands. You frowned as you took a step close to Ellie, pulling her in to your embrace. “I just feel like I have wasted all these years in my life being a coward instead of feeling your touch and love like how i’m doing right now.”

You sighed as you cupped Ellie’s cheeks. “It’s not only you to blame you know? I was dumb too.” You laughed as you felt Ellie’s body soften with your touch.

You were in that verge too. You wanted to blame yourself for not accepting yourself sooner but you were still glad that you did anyway. You were happy that even though in the most darkest times… Like the times that you would ignore her because you were jealous or because you just didn’t want to talk to her because you were having another one of your crisis. She was still there. And it was selfish, you knew that. But you were glad that she was still there for you to claim as yours.

You could’ve never found that love for Xavier. He was just one of your facades that you had to escape to find the true happiness within. It was Ellie. And it will always forever be Ellie.

In this society, Lesbians have been nothing but fetishized. Always stereotyped to the point that you were scared of the oppression you had to face.

And that’s the thing you have always been scared of, society. It always seemed like it was you vs. 7 billion people in this world. But the truth is? you’re not alone. And in fact, you’ll never be.

You wish you could’ve just been like Ellie, she came out as a free woman without giving a fuck. And she always had that fighting spirit within that you wish you could achieve. But you knew deep inside that she was also struggling as much as you.

If loving you wasn’t considered as a sin, I would’ve loved you to my full potential.

If loving you wasn’t a part of being condemned, I would’ve married you and took you to the aisle of my favorite church and prayed that we would be eternal.

If loving you wasn’t wrong, I would’ve realized that it was you all along. And I wouldn’t have to be with someone that I knew I didn’t want.

I’ve lived with two hearts, the other one was loving you and the other one was pretending that I didn’t.

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THE LAST OF US PART II: Ellie x Reader

Booked (ongoing 6/7 parts):

Summary: You wander beyond the walls of Jackson during the night, struggling to sleep as the past haunts you. Ellie follows.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

**part 7 coming soon!

Risk

Summary:

Truth comes out and realizations are made as the first days of Seattle take their toll.

"That’s not a risk I’m willing to take," you say, looking up at her. “It’s not yours to risk," her voice breaks, and your heart breaks for her along with it.

Word count: 1.3k

Liability

Summary:  you worked best alone, in stealth and silence. You’d burned through more patrol partners than you could count- until you finally find one who seems determined to stick around.

Word count: 7.5k

Intimidating

Summary: over time, you realize that Ellie isn't as intimidating as you used to think.

Word count: 5k

Untouchable

Summary: Ellie convinces you, once again, to do something stupid. But maybe something good will come from it after all.

Word count: 1.9k

Milestone

Summary: You haven't had your first kiss yet, but you have an idea and Ellie humours you.

Word count: 1.4k

Confessions

Summary: Dina convinces you to finally tell Ellie how you feel.

Word count: 1.5k 

Stuck with You

Summary: You join Ellie for your first far patrol route, and then she visits you during your shift at the bar with the goal of distracting you to prove a point.

Word count: 5.6k

Smoked

Summary: You unwind after a long day and a breakup, escaping the crowded bar to go smoke with Ellie. You almost think there is something more to your friendship, but were you just imagining it? 

Word count: 2.6k

Taking the Reins

Summary: After a rough solo patrol, Ellie helps you get back to Jackson and get cleaned up.

Word count: 3.1k

Whiskey and You

Summary: You and Ellie stumble across a bottle of whiskey during patrol.

Word count: 3.2k

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Taking the Reins

Summary: After a rough solo patrol, Ellie helps you get back to Jackson and get cleaned up

Word count: 3.1k

You pressed yourself as flat down as possible in the loft of the barn. You cursed softly under your breath, straining to grab your bow out of your pack. The infected screeched below you, and you peered over the ledge into the open area of the barn below. Six of them were searching blindly, creating an unsettling choir of clicks and shrieks. You only had four arrows, and didn’t want to risk using your pistol to attract any stragglers that might be outside.

You sat up quietly, propped up on one knee. You lifted your bow, taking a moment to breathe and relax the shaking of your hands. You cocked the arrow over the string of the bow, stretching it back slowly and aiming it at one of the infected below you. You let the arrow fly, and the struck infected collapsed to the dirt floor in a heap. One down, five to go.

The other infected gathered closer to the noise, and you used the last of your arrows, each shot making its mark. There were still two infected scouring the space, the putrid fungal masses blocking their sight. You would have to just bite the bullet and get your ass down there. You weren’t nervous, you knew how to handle yourself. You were just annoyed. Day after day, patrol after patrol, you always managed to get stuck with more and more of these things. It was easy to get used to life behind the walls of Jackson, but this was the reality for most of the world.

You shoved the bow back into your pack, opting instead for your knife. It was small, but it was deadly, and had saved your life more times than you could count.

You traced your fingers over your initials that were carved into the handle. You sighed softly, readying yourself to drop down off of the rickety wooden ledge. You cringed at the noise of your boots hitting the ground.

The last two infected jerked in your direction, rushing towards you. You grabbed the closest one, dodging its flailing form, going up behind it and wrapping your clothed arm around its throat. You dragged it backwards against the wall, diving your knife into its skull.

You carefully lowered it to the floor, trying not to alert the final standing infected. It rushed towards you, knocking you back against the planks of the faded wood walls. The sharp sting of exposed nails poking through the boards raked through your shirt and into the skin of your back, causing you to hiss out in pain.

It had you cornered now, and you pushed against its mutilated chest with your hands, trying to gain the upper hand. You forgot how strong these things could be. You strained, shoving it backwards enough to turn your knife and drag it lethally across its throat.

With the threat eliminated, you leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees and taking a moment to catch your breath. What a mess, you thought to yourself. You heaved yourself back onto the ledge of the loft, fingers fumbling for your pack. You took a final look around the barn before quietly slipping out the door. That was a little more action than you had expected to see today.

You rounded the side of the building, going to grab your horse and get the hell out of there. Your feet skidded to a stop as you saw the wooden fence you had tied her onto.

Fuck.

The fence creaked in the breeze; your horse long gone. She must have been spooked by the infected. She was smart, and you could only hope that she had made her way back to Jackson by now.

Looks like you would be making the trek back to Jackson on foot. You adjusted the pack on your shoulders, wincing as the straps brushed against the scratches from the barn wall. You would have to clean that up once you got home.

You walked for about an hour, taking out a few stragglers of infected as you followed the trail back to Jackson. You cleaned the gore off of your blade, wiping it roughly through the plush grass. Your ears perked up as you heard the distant sound of hooves striking the earth. You ducked behind a large oak tree for cover. You hoped it was your own horse, but you weren’t sure. You grabbed your pistol, taking the safety off and raising it up to eye level. The sound of the hooves thundered closer, and you caught a glimpse of the rider.

You chuckled to yourself, smiling and lowering your gun.

“Ellie!” you call out, emerging from behind the tree. You raised a hand in a wave, and you could see her sigh in relief.

“Jesus! Finally, I’ve been looking for you,” she called out, slowing Shimmer’s pace to a slight trot and she neared you.

“Lola showed up at the gate without you,” she explains, bringing Shimmer to a full stop.

“Scared the shit out me,” she mutters, extending her arm down to you.

You eye her for a moment, a smile forming on your face.

You close your grip around her arm, kicking off the ground and heaving yourself onto Shimmer’s back. Ellie lifts you the rest of the way, the firm muscles of her arm flexing beneath your grip.

“Careful Williams,” you say, nudging her elbow once you were settled.

“Might even seem like you were worried about me,”

She scoffs lightly.

“Me? Worried about you? Never,” she teases, turning her head over her shoulder to smirk at you.

You adjust your pack again, snaking your arms around her chest as Shimmer begins to trot forward towards Jackson.

The exhaustion of the day seems to catch up to you, and you can feel yourself relaxing against Ellie’s back. She doesn’t seem to mind.

You turn your cheek to rest against her shoulder, closing your eyes and breathing in the scent of her hair. You tighten your grip around her waist, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. You don’t fall asleep, the bumpiness of riding horseback keeping you awake.

You close your eyes for a while, listening to the sound of hooves and feeling the breeze flutter across your face.

The gates of Jackson come into view. Ellie reaches a hand back, lightly rubbing your thigh.

“Hey,” she says, slowing Shimmer’s pace. “We’re back,”

You hum in acknowledgement, straightening your back and leaving your comfortable position against Ellie’s back. You stretch out your stiff arms, nearly losing your balance.

“Thanks for coming to get me,” you whisper, reaching forward to lightly squeeze her hands, the reins clasped between them.

“Anytime,” she says back, clearing her throat.

“You know, you really should try to keep a better track of your horse. You’re a terrible guardian,” she teases. The gate opens, and the guards greet you, collecting your weapons.

Ellie hops off Shimmer, the shift in your posture causing you to wince again as the scrapes on your back rub against your shirt.

Ellie glances up at you, holding Shimmer by the reins.

“What is it?” she asks you, furrowing her eyebrows and looking you up and down briefly.

“Nothing,” you say, shrugging off her concern.

“Just a few minor scrapes. Nothing life threatening,” you laugh, preparing yourself to hop off Shimmer’s back. You grit your teeth as you feel blood trickling down your back and into the waistline of your worn-out jeans.

Ellie drops the reins, coming up to the side of the saddle and facing you.

“This is painful to watch,” she says, arms crossed in front of you.

You scowl, and halfheartedly kick out at her, but she dodges it. She smirks, reaching up and placing her hands on your hips, and you instinctively move your hands to rest atop her shoulders.

You can feel the way her fingers indent your skin as she carefully lifts you the rest of the way down.

You roll your eyes, still resting your hands on her shoulders.

“Not necessary. But thank you,” you say, looking down at the lack of space between you. You let out an awkward little cough, removing your hands from her shoulders and turning back towards Shimmer, collecting the reins in your hands. You feel warmth flood your cheeks, feeling her amused gaze trailing your movements.

You walk Shimmer over to the stables, handing her off and wiping your sweaty palms on your jeans.

“If you want help with that,” she says, gesturing to your back, “I’ve got stuff at mine,” she offers.

You reach your hand back underneath your shirt. The fabric sticks to your skin, still slightly damp with your blood. You look down at your hand, now glistening with red.

“Actually, yeah. If it’s not too much trouble,” you glance up at her.

“Not at all.” she says, reaching into her bag and tossing you a cloth for your hands.

You walk through the streets of Jackson together, chatting briefly about plans for the weekend. You would both be going to the bar with Dina and Jesse, in celebration of their one-year anniversary. The four of you, being fairly close in age, usually spent your downtime together. Jesse often came to you for advice about Dina, and Ellie had admitted since then that Dina had done the same with her. You and Ellie had placed a bet on who would ask who out, and she had been forced to buy your drinks for a whole night at the bar.

You and Ellie had gotten a lot closer in the last year. Dina and Jesse often got a little caught up in themselves, not that you two really minded. You liked the time together.

You jumped back to the present at the sound of Ellie’s door creaking open. She stepped in, gesturing for you to follow.

“Welcome to my, uh, very humble abode,” she says, kicking off her shoes and heading over to the desk.

You set your pack down on the floor, scanning the room. It looked the same as always. It was sort of a mess, but you didn’t mind. You had spent a lot of time in this room, between planned movie nights and spontaneous drop ins.

You had seen it perfectly clean a few times, but the clutter made it seem more comfortable, more homey. Her clothes littered the floor, sketchbooks and comics tossed haphazardly across the bed and the floor. The familiar scent of Ellie flooded your nose as you walked over to join her by the desk.

She opened a drawer, grabbing out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, clean cloth, and bandages.

Turning to look at you, she tapped your chest softly.

“Here, take that off and we can clean it up,” she says. You have to peel the shirt off, gasping lightly, feeling like your skin itself was being pulled off along with it. Ellie took the shirt from your hands, setting it across her desk chair. You would try to wash it later.

You decided to leave your camisole on, brushing your fingers over the skin of your back. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel where the nails had punctured and then torn your skin.

You turn around, facing the wall so your back is facing Ellie.

“Jesus,” she exclaims, lightly brushing her fingertips around the cuts.

“You run into a mountain lion out there?” she asks you sarcastically, taking the cap off of the alcohol bottle.

You let out a huff of amusement.

“Not exactly. Old ass barn with exposed nails sticking out of the wall. It was just bad luck,” you say, flinching as she begins to wipe the blood away from your skin with the cloth.

“I don’t believe in luck,” she tells you softly, continuing to gently dab your back.

You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the wind blowing outside the window and the sound of her breathing.

“Okay, this might hurt a little,” she warns you, grabbing the bottle again and flushing out the wounds. You grit your teeth, your hands gripping the blanket on the bed tightly.

“Fuck,” you hiss, twisting out of her grasp for a moment.

“Sorry,” she says, gently leaning you back again with a hand on your shoulder.

“Just a bit more,” she pours the alcohol again, and the burning sting is even more intense. Your chest heaves up and down with the effort of each breath, face flushed and your heartbeat pulsing in your fingertips, making you nauseous. You knew your pain tolerance was shit, and it crossed your mind that you probably looked pathetic in that moment.

“Okay,” Ellie says finally, setting the bottle on the desk. She comes up behind you again with the gauze and bandages in her hands. She places the bandages over the worst of the wounds, wrapping the gauze around your chest a few times, securing it back over itself.

“All done,” she sighs, running her fingers through your hair gently.

You tilt your head back, leaning it against her stomach. You look up at her for a moment before closing your eyes and breathing out of your nose in relief, glad that it was dealt with.

She brushes her knuckle across your cheek, and you hum happily at the sensation. She leans forward over you, her hair tickling your cheek as she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. The small gesture makes your heart soar. You sit forward then, and she turns to her dresser, rifling through a drawer. You swivel around on the bed, looking down at her handiwork.

“Thank you,” you say.

“I would surely die without your magical hands to clean up my injuries. My hero. With those strong, sexy hands,” you tease her, hearing her scoff from her crouched position before looking over her shoulder at you with her eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she says, tossing you a clean shirt from her drawer. You catch it, carefully pulling it over your head while trying to limit your movement as much as you could.

She leaves for a minute, washing her hands and coming to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

You look at her, letting your eyes trail down to her tattoo.

You reach forward, brushing your fingertips across the inked skin, admiring it.

“I’ve always liked this on you,” you tell her, tracing the lines of the leaves with your index finger.

“Did it hurt? I kind of want one,” you try to imagine what you would look like with a tattoo. You wonder what you would get.

“Yeah, it hurt a bit. But it was worth it. I could picture you with full sleeves, both arms. Maybe a face tat, like a total badass,” she says jokingly.

“I don’t know about that,” you laugh.

“I don’t know what I would get. I’d probably make you pick up that sketchbook and draw me something amazing,” you say, nodding your head to one of the notebooks discarded on the floor. You were only half joking.

Now that you thought about it, it wasn’t a bad idea.

She turns pink, flicking your forehead lightly.

“Shut up, no way,” she laughs nervously.

“Why not? I’ve seen your sketches. I’d be honoured,” you say, looking at her with your eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, you’ve seen them. But you’re practically the only one I’ve shown them to,” she says shyly, nudging you in the side with her socked foot.

“Really?” you can’t hide the surprise in your voice. You feel a small flush of pride. It’s kind of nice that you’re the only person she shares them with. That it’s something that belongs to just the two of you. You like that idea more than you care to admit.

“Not even Jes or Dina?” you ask, feeling a bit cocky now, grinning at her. She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at you.

“Oh my god. I feel so special,” you say, adjusting yourself to sit next to her against the headboard. She turns her head to face you.

She smiles at you, her gaze flicking down to your lips so quickly that you think you might have imagined it. She reaches over, tucking a loose strand of hair back behind your ear.

“You are,” she says softly, so much so that you almost don’t hear her. You furrow your brow in confusion, tilting your head slightly.

“Special.” she says, eyes flicking back to yours. “You are special,” she repeats, clearing her throat and picking at the sleeve of her sweater nervously. You lean a bit closer, tilting her head up with your hand resting lightly on the side of her face.

You both lean forward at the same time, connecting your lips in a slow kiss. She curves her hand carefully around your back, avoiding the bandages that wrap around your middle.

You shiver at the feeling of her calloused fingers brushing your bare skin, leaning closer into the kiss.

She pulls back for a moment, the sound of your laboured breathing echoing between you. She brushes her thumb across your lip dreadfully slowly, before pulling your jaw forward and hungrily chasing your lips with her own. You shift, straddling her lap. Her hands lower to grip your waist, and you thread your fingers into her auburn hair. She groans softly into your mouth, one hand pressing into the small of your back, which arches closer into her.

A sudden knock on the door nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and you lean back from Ellie, staring at her with wide, panicked eyes. "Oh shit," She says, untangling herself from you, and walking to the door. You sit amongst the rumpled blankets.

Ellie opens the door a crack, sticking her head out.

"Yeah?" she asks, sounding impatient. You hear the low timbre of Joel's voice, but you can't pick up what he says. Ellie turns her face towards you briefly, before nodding quickly and turning back to Joel.

"Is someone in there with you?" you hear him ask her, and your eyes widen. You hear her mumble your name, and tell him it's not the best time. You wince slightly. Could she be any more obvious? You look around the room, grabbing the nearest comic off the floor and flipping it open, pretending to be very interested.

You watch Ellie over the top of the comic. She closes the door, groaning before walking back to the bed and flopping down beside you. She eyes the comic in your hands, snorting and tossing it aside.

“We are never talking about that ever, okay?” she says, pulling you in again and laughing against your lips.

“Okay,” you say between breaths of laughter, leaning your forward to rest against her own.

"You know, you could have just acted like we were hanging out normally, he never would have known," you say, pursing your lips to prevent your laughter from spilling out.

“Okay. It's a bit late for that, isn't it? Now where were we?” she asks you, leaning against the headboard once again, pulling you along with her.

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