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ripcupid · 11 months

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soft make out sessions with Ellie listening to 80s love songs 🤍

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ Hell N Back

➤ little Ellie blurb.

➤ Please send me ideas for a summer au for either Joel or Ellie.

Ellie sits up on her elbow, looking down at your sleeping face. She stares for a moment, eyes trailing down your body covered partially by the blanket. She brushes strands of hair off your face, kissing your cheek ever so gently before slipping out of the bed.

She tiptoes across the room making her way over to the shelf. She skims over her collection of records, looking back to make sure you’re still asleep. Her breathing bitches as she watches you turn in your sleep. She carefully pulls out your favorite vinyl and places it on the record player. You start to stir at the sound of music flowing throughout the room, groaning as you slowly wake up. You call out Ellie’s name softly making her scramble back to the bed.

“I'm right here, baby,” she whispers, crawling back under the covers with you. You pull yourself closer to her, tucking your face in her chest. She strokes your hair as you grumble into her chest. “I can’t understand you.”

You pull away from her chest and look up at her with a pout, “You woke me up,” you say with a slight whine in your voice still half asleep making Ellie chuckle softly.

“I’m sorry,” she says, planting a soft kiss on your pouty lips, “but you just looked so cute.” You sigh, laying on your back to let your sleepy brain catch up with your body. Ellie leans over and rests her head on your chest, tracing lazy circles on your hip. You run your fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her weight against you. Ellie sits up slightly, pushing the straps of your shirt off your shoulders, planting soft kisses on your collarbone. You feel a shiver run down your spine as she moves her lips up to your neck, her breath warm against your skin. You can't help but let out a breathy sigh as she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline.

You tangle your hand in her hair, pulling her to your lip for a slow, passionate kiss. You cup her face in your hands, deepening the kiss as you feel her body press against yours. Ellie's hands slowly trace down your chest, settling on your hips, gripping them tightly as she pulls you closer. You break the kiss, gasping for air as Ellie's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. She pops her head up, looking at you with a sweet smile as you hold her face in your hands.

You brush your thumb over the crease between her eyebrows, trailing your thumb down her nose and across her lips. "I love you," you whisper, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again. You peck her lips continuously before pulling away, admiring the blush that spreads across her cheeks. Ellie chuckles dryly and leans in, meeting your lips eagerly. You wrap your arms around her neck, caressing the back of her head as you deepen the kiss. You don't pull away until you both need to catch your breath, wanting to savor the taste of her. As you pull away, she looks at you with a smile, her nose nudging your cheek as she leaves a lingering kiss there.

"I love you too," she says softly, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek before resting her head on your chest. You hold her close, instinctively wrapping your arms around her as you stroke her hair gently.

"I love this song," you say, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence, as the music continues to play in the background.

"I know you do," she replies, smiling up at you as she traces circles on your chest. As the song ends, she leans in to kiss any part of you that she can reach. You cup her face bringing her back to your lips for a quick kiss. She tucks her head into your neck as the next song begins to play. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence once again, enjoying each other's company and the soft melody in the background.

#ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie fluff #fluff #the last of us #tlou #no smut #reqs open #tlou fanfiction #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x you #queer pride #pride month #tlou 2 #tlou2 #tlou ii

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merowkittie · 5 months

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“My head hurts, els..” you whined into the girls side as your arms were wrapped around her body and your forehead was resting against her ribs.

“And what would you like me to do about that, babe?” She twisted her neck to look down at you with a quizzical look.

You pointed to your forehead and made kissy lips, hoping she got what you meant. She kind of just looked at you like you were stupid so you sighed and sat up.

Pointing to your forehead again and you said, “kiss it better?”

She huffed out a laugh before rolling her eyes. Her hand waved you off and she went back to doing what she was doing before.

You pouted while looking up at her, hurt that she wouldn’t fulfill your dying wish.

“Please! I could be dying right now, Ellie!”

She just side eyed you and pursed her lips. With a sigh, she bent down and tangled one hand into your hair, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead sloppily.

You exclaimed a loud yuck and furrowed your brows at the brunette.

“What? You said kiss it better.”

#reader insert #black reader #comfort #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #tlou #tlou ii #tlou x reader

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serevena · 5 months

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Grim Ranger.

Ellie Williams x Fem!reader, Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Synopsis - you, a young journalist have been unexpectedly invited to an annual private party on an island. Sera Wells, one of the most influential people in your life when it comes to your work, is the host. You find yourself surrounded by not only famous and or rich acquaintances, but in the middle of the storm. But, that’ll be the least of your worries for your stay.

a.n - So glad I got this idea..This series is an interactive ‘your choice’ murder mystery!! *audience cheers*..I’d love to hear any theories you guys might have as the story progresses! This series is heavily inspired by the ‘Murder By Choice’ mobile game in case u wanna play it! This is the song of the series :) Hope u enjoy <3

warnings - provocative language, mentions of a murder, smut in later chapters, this is the beginning of the series so it may be boring (trust me pls).

The jet shook as your body couldn’t help but freeze up. Anyone would be nervous about this, right? You looked over to the pilot who gave you a soft smile before mouthing an ‘I’m sorry.’

You just stood silent and looked over to your friend, Jesse, to see if he was visibly shaken up or not. But he barely acknowledged it, or you, just mouthing lyrics to a song with his headphones on. You let out a sigh before the pilot spoke up.

Apologies for the turbulence, there is a nasty storm behind us.

You tried to avoid the worry bubbling up in your chest, just focused on getting to your destination in one piece. You picked up your phone and noticed it was 4:53..you were set to arrive at 5:00PM. Almost there, you thought.

Serveral minutes later..

The jet landed, and you and Jesse had grabbed your luggage, you were overwhelmed by the amount of people standing on the balcony but you tried to feign confidence as you were surrounded by affluent people..First impressions always mattered.

Your eyes scanned everyone, and they all seemingly were in their own world or communicating with one another. You thanked the pilot and began walking towards everyone. And you caught the eye of two women.

Ellie Williams; Famous writer.

Abby Anderson; Professional car salesman.

They both looked at you, seemingly trying to get your attention, but you went towards..

Ellie.

Abby.

After greeting the woman, everyone walked to the back patio, leaving their luggage in the front. The people seemed trustworthy enough. Besides, what would they have to steal?

You eyed the flickering bulbs and the moths surrounding them, strung up over the whole patio. You stared at the reflection of them in the pool before standing by it to let everyone space themselves out. Now all you had to do was wait.

1 minute went past and everyone was conversing again, still waiting for the host to greet them.

2 minutes went past, still chatter.

3 minutes went past, thud. Wait—thud?

You turn your head and almost let out a blood curdling scream, but someone already beat you to it. One of the guests had hit their head on the hardened surface surrounding the pool, blood seeping out from underneath him.

Surely it was just an accident..right?

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mynameisbillandimaheadcase · 11 months

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Thinking about ✨her✨ again 😭

And I don't think I can shut up about it

#i just think she's neat #she is my favorite character she is just perfect #tlou 2 #tlou part 2 #tlou ii #abby anderson #abigail anderson #tlou abby

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saintels · 11 months

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ADULT CONTENT: MINORS DNI

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER — BRAINROT

WARNINGS PLOTLESS PORN, DRUG USE, SQUIRTING, NEEDY ELLIE, BRAINROT, SEMI PUBLIC, CAR SEX, NOT PROOFREAD, USELESS BRAINROT OF GETTING HIGH WITH ELLIE

sorry this is bad and short but i had to post something.

the car is fragrant of everything filthy. everything ellie loves. the moroccan rose incense, your vanilla hemp cigarettes touched with the musky scent of her weed. her citrusy cologne, sweet tea mixed with vodka that swirls in her black flask. the windows become cloudy, hiding the lustful affair behind its mist.

white soles of her scuffed black converse are planted on her dash, the rubber decorated with her drawings and your calligraphy. you kneel between her thighs, black jeans pooled around her ankles and your hands hooked over her knees. she whistles, inhaling her cloud as your tongue reaches that particular spongy spot in her pussy. her taste is your favorite. sweet and creamy, pearling from her soft folds.

the euphoria of her high always leaves her horny to the max, at some points, humping the air in hopes of far fetched friction. luckily, you were there for her to use. sex reeks in the hazy atmosphere, the warm lights of the parking garage dimmed by the foggy windows.

“baby,” she drawls out. her blunt hangs loosely between her fingers, hand on the back of your head, “need more.”

your cheek rests against her thigh, eyes glassed and rosy. full of lust fulled adoration. she looks so pretty above you. lips swollen, freckled cheeks flushed and eyes brimmed with the rosy hues of a dizzy haze.

she obsesses over the way your fingers disappear between her folds, hand coated with her milky release. her core grows numb but she still feels the tingling in her body as she curls her toes, kaleidoscope of pretty little butterflies in her stomach. she holds the blunt out to you, mouth falling open as she revels in the way you inhale it, pink gloss staining the ambered paper.

as you blow it out, your fingers curl and hook, hitting her soft spot at an unreal speed. she lets out a strangled scream, white knuckle grip on your hair as she squeezes her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. her juices squelching and shoot out to coat your chin, dripping down your chest to soak the white material of your top.

everything was better, prettier, when y’all were high.

REBLOGS AND INTERACTIONS APPRECIATED

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #smut #the last of us #tlou #part 2 #part ii #tlou ii #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #lesbian #x reader #brainrot #br:elliewilliams

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scokslvoer · 1 year

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Sugar mommy Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

a/n; hello my bunnies<33 this is just a little thought i had, im a sucker for abs and her,,,, well her everything. lord help me. anywaysss, enjoy, i love you buns!!!! kissy kissy xx

-she had first spotted you in a bar, whilst you were wearing your littlest dress and a pretty ribbon tied in your hair. her eyes immediately locked on how pretty you looked in the skimpy dress that did absolutely nothing to cover your ass. (not that she minded)

-waltzing over to you, she tapped your shoulder, distracting you from your previous conversation with the man who was very obviously trying to get in your pants.

-your attention was immediately drawn to her, especially the hand that was now resting on your shoulder, slowly trailing down to rest on your hand.

-of course, you immediately said yes to her buying you a drink, desperately wanting all of her attention on you, yet you couldn't place why that was. maybe it was the pretty freckles littering her face, or her structured biceps that had you clenching your plush thighs together. did the room suddenly get hot? -the night ended with you in her king-sized bed, under her fluffy gray duvet and in her oversized tee and boxers, all while she was cuddling you against her chest and rubbing your back with her big warm hands. that were splitting you open two seconds ago.

-after that night you two became inseperable.

-she would spoil you rotten constantly, buying you whatever you laid your pretty little eyes on.

-that new designer bag you liked so much when you saw it? its on your shared bed the next morning when you come back from your run, wrapped in a pretty floral bag with a gorgeous pink ribbon around it.

-you had nearly burst into tears when you saw it, practically jumping with joy at your new bag.

-she loved having you in her lap, whether that being you bent over and having harsh (but loving) slaps to your soft ass, or you two cuddling on the couch watching your favorite media while you fiddle with her fingers, not so subtly clenching your thighs together.

-you had made a joke once- after she bought you yet another VERY expensive pair of shoes- that she was your sugar mommy. she stared at you blankly for a while with a lost look in her eyes before smirking pulling you close and whispering "whatever you want my sweet girl" in your ear.

-lets just say you ended up with her between your legs, making them shake profusely all night until you physically couldn't cum anymore.

a/n: i kind of really hate this, but i hope you like it bunnies!! night night, get some rest and drink some waterrr!!

kissy kissy,

emie<3

#abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #tlou #tlou ii #abby anderson #lesbian #sapphic #smut #emyviwrites

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dnvrsmedia · 1 year

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What's Today's Date?

dealer!ellie x reader

18+ only

happy 4/20!

thinking abt dealer!ellie smoking you out then slutting you out on her strap till you’re hearing colors !

NOT PROOFREAD

Ellie was practically foaming at the mouth the week leading up to the "biggest day of the year" in her words. When you first met your now girlfriend, you were wide eyed and innocent. Never have even thought about putting anything like that substance she loves so much into your body. Confused at what she could have been talking about, you poutted all day. You felt like a terrible girlfriend! You knew it wasn't her birthday or even Joel, her adoptive dad's birthday. Stumpped over what it possibly could be, you dragged yourdelf through your classes.

Ellie told you that she would be very busy working today when you were over at her quaint apartment at the edge of campus last night. You weren't naive...well not as much as some may think. You knew Ellie was a dealer. That much never bothered you. She was careful and never let you come along on deals (no matter how much you begged her). Ellie knew what she was dealing with was not the safest and she'd do anything to keep you safe. You admired that of her. Having someone put you first in all facets of the word was a new expirence for you. Getting used to it was the real challenge.

You were laying in your dorm bed thinking of ways to make it up to Ellie. How could you somehow forget what could possibly be her favorite day of the year! You were beyond frustrated with yourslf when a familair knocking pattern at your door was brought to your attention. You leaped out of bed with a smile on your face, pushing down the guilty feeling bubbling up within. Its been a whole day without seeing or texting your Ellie and you could not believe how much you missed her. Another set of knocks and a loud-

"Baaaaabe, c'mon I gotta surpise!"

Manifested from behind the old wood. You giggled as you opened the door to a very clearly inhibriated Ellie Williams. If you couldn't tell from her low eyes and smirk, the n you could definatley tell from the strong smell rolling off of her. Although you have only smoked a few times (all with Ellie) you thought the aroma of Ellie's natural musk mixed with bud was tantalizing.

"Hi baby." You greet your girlfriend with an amused smile at her state. Ellie immidatley pulls you in for a deep and sensual kiss. Her hands are traveling towards the apex of your thighs, pulling and pushing the soft skin. You let out a soft moan in surpise and pleasure. You separate the kiss, remembering that you are in the middle of your dorm floor.

You look at Ellie with wide eyes, yet her face hasn't changed from the slight smirk that drives you insane.

"Hi princess," Ellie bites her lip, obivioulsy gawking at you in her oversized shirt and sweatpants.

"I missed you, it wouldn't be my favorite holiday I didn't get to spend the rest of the day with my girl." She cheekily pinches the sides of your hips with a smile; she knows exactly what she does to you.

Did she say holiday? Now you were even more confused. What holiday was in the middle of fucking April? Ellie must have picked up on your confusion because she starts to chuckle. You pout, wanting to understand what could possibly be this funny.

"Aw, baby, don't pout," She tries (and fails) to hide her smile.

"I've been so confused all day! It's only thursday." You whine. Ellie couldn't help herslef, she pressed a quick peck into your lips.

"It's okay babe, it's 420 today." She walks into your room and pulls out her infamous case. You immidatley shut the door with a giggle.

"That's today? I thought today was the 18th." You whine at your stupidity.

"I could've skipped classes and stayed with you today!" You pout some more as you sit next to Ellie on your couch. Ellie looks up at you with a disapproving look.

"You know I would've made you go into class. It's been so busy that I ran out of the stash that I sell. Babe I got enough to fucking spoil you so much you have no idea." Ellie moves back from rolling a few to look at you.

"I'm gonna wine and dine you so well you're not gonna be able to walk till next semster." Ellie flashes you her famous smirk that has you pressing your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you, that action doesn't go unoticed by your girlfriend.

To shake those naughty thoughts about Ellie from your head, you move to "smoke-proof" your room. The last thing you want is to set off the buildings fire alarm and get your girlfriend caught. You open your windows and cover your smoke alarm as Ellie watches your every move. Her eyes burning holes into your body. Thoughts of strapping you with the silicon tucked into her pants drives her insane. She has to be patient; at this route, she wont even get to see how you look all fucked out AND high. Ellie adjusts herself on the couch while you get situated next to her.

"You know you don't need to spoil me, babe. You work hard, you deserve your money." Ellie lights the perfectly made blunt and puts it to your mouth.

"Shush, now breathe in for me." You suck in a shaky breath as you can feel the heat spread even more between your damp thighs. You exhale and try not to choke on your breath as Ellie is massaging your lower abdomen.

"God, you look so pretty when you smoke." She bites her lip and puts the blunt back up to your mouth.

Ever since you first smoked with Ellie, she has made it a habit to do everything for you. She prepares, rolls, and even holds the blunt for you. She doesn't want her pretty girl to lift a finger.

After a few hits between the two of you, you gradually start to feel the high. A giddy smile makes way to your mouth as your eyes seem to get lower and lower. Ellie is starting to have trouble controlling herself around you. The higher both of you get, the more needy she become. This obviously having its shared affect on you.

You don't even notice this, but you are bucking your hips up in the air, searching for friction while you watch Ellie finish the last of the substance. Your eyes followed the delicious view of her fingers wraping around the blunt, trailing its way to her puckered lips. She exhales the billowing smoke before ashing out the roach in her the kirby ashtray she made you in her ceramics elective.

Ellie all but tackles you onto your back with a sense of need and urgency. Her rough hands firmly squeeze at your body, groaning at how soft you feel under her shirt. Her slightly chapped lips bruised kisses all across your body. In your heightened state, you couldn't prevent your moans from slipping between your teeth.

"Fuck Els- mph, please." And a conglomerate of pitiful moans excaped you.

Ellie was absolutley eating every single second of you needy and pliant state up. Her deep grunts and remarks of praise were floating through your head, making you dizzy.

"C'mon pretty girl, lemme make you feel so good. You deserve it, baby." Ellie felt the need seep out of her skin. She couldn't hold back. She needed to fuck you, feel you, be inside of you. She needed to taste you and bring you to your high over and over and over again. Just when you think you can't anymore, she needed to do it all over again.

You couldn't stop whining. Everything just felt extra heightened and sensitive. You could feel the rubbing of your nipples against Ellie's shirt and hands making you almost cum on the spot. Your head was filled with one thing and one thing only. Ellie.

You nod your head feriously in agreeance. You needed her lips on you, her hands feeling your hot skin, her- oh. She's been packing this whole time. A wanton moan leaves you as Ellie chuckles.

"C'mon use your words." She rasps in your ear. Her hand trailing down your stomach to the band of the sweatpants you're wearing.

"Please." You mutter as you buck your hips up, begging for her to touch you.

"Please, what? What do you need, baby?" Ellie teases as her hands pull down your pants, leaving your white cotton panties on full display. Her thumb hovers over the damp spot made by your slick with a groan.

"Please touch me, wanna feel good." You feel like crying. You have never felt so aroused and needy in your life. Only Ellie could make you feel this way.

"Atta girl." She smirks before diving in ontop of your damp underwear. Shes sucking and slurping every last drop like a madman and you're seeing stars. Ellie is rutting her hips into the couch, feeling the strap nudge her clit deliciously. She moves your underwear off swiftly, needing to get a tatse of your full essence.

Oh and does Ellie abosolutley go in. You gasp at the intrusion of her tongue in you tight, fluttering hole. Her muscle prodding at all the right places within you. Her hands pushing up the shirt you're wearing to pinch at your nipples. Twisting and tugging at your buds, Ellie cages your legs in between her stong arms to prevent you from moving. Having no where to go, you reach your peak hard and fast. This blindsides you and causes you to squeeze Ellie's head between your thighs as you ride out your high. Ellie could not be any happier then right here between your legs. Shes lapping up your slick.

"Hmph no more Els- too much!" You puff out in laborded breaths. Ellie removes her head from between your thighs. You thought that you couldn't want her to fuck you anymore, but the scene of her jaw soaked in you essence made you squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuck babe, you got one more in you don't you? Huh, my good girl? I need to fuck you on my stap. C'mon pretty thing I know you can do it." Ellie was basically whining with need to put her purple silicon friend into the depths of you.

You gave her a weak nod and she kisses you on your sweaty forehead before removing her ratty jeans. Her strap hangs off her hip, standing proudly before she grabs the bulbous head. Ellie drags the toy up your slick center teasingly before dipping the head into you. The angle rubs against Ellie's abused clit perfectly. You can see her pleasure as she throws her head back.

"I can't take it slow, baby I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck you right now." Ellie moans as she brings her forehead to yours. You grab onto her cheek and nod.

"'s okay Els, use me. Want you to come f'me, please?" You beg while Ellie's eyes practically roll back into her head.

She pistons her hips with fast and deep thrusts, hitting her clit in the perfect spot everytime. You on the other hand, you're seeing stars. Ellie managed to get deeper then she has ever been while fucking you. You can't tell if it's the high or a combination of both, but shes fucking you so good. The languid sounds of her strap going in and out of you at a mind numbing pace set you spiraling.

"Fuck- ohmygodelsohgod!" Was all that you could muster to speak inbetween incorherent gutteral moans.

Ellie swears it's like she can feel you on her strap. This is the best she has ever felt and that climax is coming fast.

Her grunts mixed with your whines and moans made her work harder. Her strokes start to falter a bit as she beigns to be more vocal. That is when you know that your girl is about to cum.

"Fuck, who's pussy is this, hmm? Who's the only one to fuck you like this? Have you dripping- fuck- have you dripping for them?" She grunts as her pace slows but her thrusts get deeper.

You let out high moans "Youelsohgod- s'you!" You moan. The thread finally breaks within you as Ellie moves her hand inbetween your two bodies. Her dominant hand circling your puffy clit. This causes you to gush out all over her thighs and drench the couch beneath you.

"Oh fuck-" Ellie immedatly cums from seeing you make a mess all over her. You have never squirted before, but now? Ellie thinks shes obsessed.

Her hips slow as she finishes her climax. Shes praising you for how good you did for her before pulling out of you. You whine at the feeling and Ellie sushes you in comfort. After cleaning you both up, Ellie picks you up for you both to relax in your bed.

"You're so hot, babe. I am so making you squirt for the rest of our lives." Ellie smiles.

"Ellieuuhhh!" You shriek and playfully smack your lover.

There is no way you'll forget 420 ever again.

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asoftepiloguemylove · 7 months

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on doomed love

Michael Cunningham The Hours // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Keaton St. James Salvation @boykeats // Sue Zhao // Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory // Sarah Ruhl Eurydice (via @metamorphesque) // The Last of Us Part II (2020) cr. Naughty Dog // Richard Siken Crush // Czeslaw Milosz (tr. Robert Haas) "Late Ripeness," Second Space: New Poems // blue (2002) dir. 安藤尋 Hiroshi Ando // Rosamund Hodge Gilded Ashes // Allen Ginsberg Howl and Other Poems // Louise Erdich // Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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swftsp · 2 months

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credit @swftspX on twitter

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its-a-show-stoppin-number · 1 month

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IMPLIED SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US PART TWO AND SEASON TWO OF THE LAST OF US

We’ve won…but at what cost

#joel in one #joel in one 🏌️‍♀️#the last of us spoilers #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #tlou #tlou2 #tlou part 2 #tlou ii #pedro pascal #joel miller #the last of us meme #tlou memes

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venturethroughtheveil · 11 months

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Beyond The Pines [Pt. I]

[Series description: Two years ago, dad died from cancer, leaving you to raise your younger sister, Vivian, alone. Your best friend, Ellie, was one of the few support systems you had until your feelings for her seemingly put a strain on your relationship. When Vivian goes missing, can you trust Ellie to help bring her back?]

[Author comments: I've put together an audio to go play along as you read. Voices are *ALL* AI-generated using ElevenLabs. I did not include Y/N's voice in order to preserve your own inner dialogue. This series will be slow-burn, and will have smut and graphic depictions of violence. 18+ only.]

[Credit to Youtube Channels Ambient City (horse stables); Hursty Outdoors (walking/snow); Music: Gustavo Santaolalla (Opening Suite; Longing; Unbound)]

Be sure to expand the audio to play from the beginning!

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You slipped a glove off, braving the winter chill to scavenge your jacket pockets.

Sugar cube.

A rare commodity for your generation; you were lucky to find a small box of them while scavenging a ravaged coffee shop. You twiddled the rock-hard substance between your thumb and index, anything to dissociate from the girls’ conversation. Something about Dina falling into a pile of shit; you tried not to smile at that.

Fresh, powdered snow crunched beneath the heel of your boots. The warm glow of faerie lights danced across the ground at the stable’s entrance.

Jackson was quiet. Peaceful. Safe. A stark contrast from the nightmarish infected and worse – bandits – roaming the mountains outside town limits.

They pass you.

“C’mere, Phantom,” The sleek, black mare whinnied and happily trotted into her refuge, “my pretty girl.”

She was a young horse, strong, with a spitfire nature. You had that in common.

When you weren’t on duty, you and Ellie used to race her and Shimmer on Cirque Trail, stopping to stuff your pockets full of wild huckleberries, which Joel made into killer pies. You frowned at the thought.

Gently, you threaded your hands through Phantom’s mane, silently thanking her for keeping you safe another day.

"Because you've been so good today," you murmur, presenting the sugar cube in a cupped hand. Immediately, Phantom gnashes it between her teeth, nose flaring.

Her face is just too comical. You laugh, wiping the slobber from your palms on your worn blue jeans.

The shrill creak of another stable door shutting disrupts the moment. Dina laughs at something Ellie says.

“Night, Ellie.”

From your peripheral, you see the woman leave.

The last six hours of patrol were miserable, from the clutch of infected you cleared to the dry dialogue between you and your friends.

Well, you were friends until three months ago at the town dance when you watched Ellie and Dina kiss. At this, you passed your glass of whiskey off to an equally dumbfounded Jesse and walked straight out of the hall, tears pricking your eyes and bile rising in your throat.

Beyond patrols with them– which, despite your pleas, Maria continued to schedule, likely to force a reconciliation – you hadn’t talked to either since.

Apart from working well together, you and Dina weren’t inseparable, so avoiding her has been relatively easy. On the other hand, avoiding Ellie, your ex-best friend, has been excruciating. No matter how hard she tried – showing up at your door in the dead of night to beg you to come outside, leaving joints on your windowsill, landing snowballs square in the back of your head – Ellie couldn’t get more than cut-and-dry responses out of you.

Eventually, she stopped trying.

Part of you was embarrassed at your childish behavior, but you couldn’t face her, not after that night.

You closed the latch to Phantom’s stable, hyper-aware of the forest green eyes that bore into your side profile.

Without a word, you make your way over toward Mike, who was on duty tonight.

“Hey - thanks again for picking up a shift so short notice, Y/N,” he gave you a sympathetic smile, “with the horde that’s passing through, we can’t be too careful.”

‘Bullshit. This is all Maria.’

“Sure, don’t mention it” Your tone was casual, but irritation and exhaustion were etched into your features. Desperate to go home and avoid Ellie – who was clearly waiting for you, you quickly scribbled in the logbook.

‘Four runners + three clickers in Tetonia. Cleared.’

You said goodnight to Mike and walked straight past the freckled girl. She was propped up against the stable entrance, brows furrowed and lips in a tight line. She looked tired.

“Uh - hey...”

You keep walking.

“…okay…”

‘Fuck off,’ you wanted to say. Instead, you shook your head and gripped your backpack tighter, eyes unable to meet hers.

No more stargazing with her. No more all-nighters snuggled up watching cheesy 1980s horror films. No more spitballing ideas for her next set of tattoos – a rabbit skull; an arrow; the numbers 000129 – she never explained that one; an ouroboros. No more. You had bigger things to worry about.

She made her choice, and it wasn’t you.

‘UGH,’ Your face scrunched up in a cringe.

She could have at least told you. While her head was in your lap – your fingers gently combing her auburn locks to the soft tune of Johnny Cash’s Hurt filling your bedroom – she was dreaming of Dina the whole time.

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.

I will let you down.

I will make you hurt.

Heat bloomed across your face in embarrassment. You never told Ellie that you loved her – that you were in love with her – hell, you didn’t even understand it until you saw them lock lips at the dance. Now, you were cursed to watch them fall in love while you self-isolated and grew more bitter by the day.

The walk home was about thirty minutes from the stables. A good chunk of land on the outskirts of Jackson that's been in the family for generations.

Hopefully, your sister wasn’t asleep. You needed to vent.

‘If I walk fast, I’ll probably get home at 10ish.’

Fragrant pine and earth filled your frost-nipped nostrils. Even with your heavy parka, and thick, fur-lined boots, the cold settled deep in your bones. Without a flashlight, seeing your hands in front of your face would be impossible. It was that dark out.

The metal of your keys stung your battered hands. You became keenly aware of something behind you as you turned the lock. No need to reach for your pistol; it was obvious who was in your driveway.

‘How the fuck did I not notice her?’

“So, you’re stalking me now?” Without turning around, you tapped the heel of your boots against the worn, wooden deck to knock off the snow. You then kneeled to untie them. “Go home, El.” There was an authority in your voice.

Footsteps approached, crunching through the snow.

“Maybe I’m not here to see you,” Ellie shrugged, “maybe I’m here to see Vivian.”

“I really doubt that.”

You turned and looked up at her, batting snowflakes from your lashes. It was the first time you’d really studied her face in weeks.

Dark circles hung beneath her eyes, cheeks hollow as if she’d not slept or eaten, yet, with that constellation of freckles smattered across her face, the deep forest green of her eyes, those lips, she was still the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen, more beautiful than any model from those Vogue magazines your sister collects.

“You look like shit.” You lied.

“Gee, thanks.” A smile tugged at the corner of Ellie’s lips. “Can I come in? It’s cold as shit out here.”

You hesitated; time seemingly slowed as you studied her. Ellie’s eyes met yours, unwavering. That stupid cocky smirk was still etched into her face.

“Take your shoes off,” you conceded. “Don’t track horse shit into my house.”

Family pictures, odds and ends from your grandparents’ vacations to Maine, and cheesy words of affirmation your mother hung years ago adorned the entrance of your home. It wasn’t your style, but it felt wrong to take them down.

Ellie’s eyes traveled around the room, searching for changes.

The cabin was simply too spacious for just Vivian and yourself. Two stories tall, there were four rooms and three baths. Maria has scheduled to move incoming residents downstairs sometime next month. This angered you more than Viv. This was your family’s home, and you certainly didn’t want strangers sleeping in what once was your parents’ bedroom. You didn’t have any say in the matter.

Your younger sister, on the other hand, was enthusiastic. For her, it was ‘too quiet,’ being just the two of you. You couldn’t really blame her, though. Most interactions between you since your dad’s passing have stuck to mostly your venting about patrols and Maria and all the house repairs needed. Vivian would talk about her newest boyfriend – if you can even call them that – the boys never lasted more than a month.

Dad passed two years ago from cancer.

It was a devastating loss to both of you, but you especially had little time to grieve. Vivian was just 14 at the time. She’d started supervised patrols with Jesse only one week prior. Dad was proud.

When everything went to shit, you took extra patrols to cover Viv’s duties. You did this for a few reasons, to let her have the chance to be a kid and grieve, to provide for your baby sister, and to avoid facing the reality of your situation. You two were alone in the world, and you weren’t ready to raise a 14-year-old.

Ellie made the extra effort to be there for you both. She’d walk Vivian to school and training, cook dinner, and often help with chores. She’d spend ration coupons on old, crumbling makeup or cheap-smelling candles that your sister adored.

It wouldn’t be totally out of character for Ellie to walk all this way to check on Viv, not at this hour, though, and you both knew it.

‘So why did you let her in?’

You set your shoes down at the entrance, inviting Ellie to do the same. The grandfather clock in the adjacent dining room read 10:13 pm.

“I’ll tell Vivian you’re here. I’m gonna head to bed –“

“Come on, Y/N,” Ellie grabs your arm, “I can’t live like this anymore. You don’t answer the door, you won’t talk to me,” she grips you tighter, “you won’t even fucking look at me.”

Her touch burned your skin. You try to yank back your hand to no avail. She was much stronger than you.

“I fucking miss you, I miss my best fucking friend, and I don’t even know what I did wrong.” Her eyes are pleading, desperate.

“Let go of me, asshole,” you demand in a whisper-yell. “you’re gonna fucking wake Viv.”

But it was useless; Ellie’s eyes were determined, glossy, as if she were on the verge of tears.

She pulls you closer to her, chest pressed against yours, and you’re sure she can feel your heartbeat pounding out of your ribcage. This is too close. Intimately close.

“Talk to me. Say what you need to say.” She demands. “yell at me, hit me – anything – so we can move on and pretend you haven’t been acting fucking insane the last few months.”

Her lips are too close to yours.

“Don’t make me.” Your voice was small, eyes welling with tears. Emotions that had been bottled for the past three months. It was your turn to beg. Beg her not to do this. Not here, not ever. All you wanted was to grieve the loss of your friendship and move on so you could get your shit together for your sister. There was no room for weakness in your life anymore. Cutting her off is easier than a painful rejection.

Ellie’s eyes searched yours for an answer, and her lips were pulled in a frown.

“I need to know, Y/N.”

‘Don’t do it.’

You weren’t the best at impulse control. It was a trait you got from mom, something you thought you’d begun to improve at. But the body heat between you, the desperation in Ellie’s eyes, and her nails digging into your now-bare shoulders were too much.

Ellie’s lips were chapped compared to yours. Salty from the tears that had flown moments prior. The kiss was innocent, sad. Your lips moved gently against her still ones. This wasn’t how you dreamt it happening.

The kiss was over as soon as it began.

Ellie pulled back, freeing you from her iron grip. You both stood there, facing each other for an eternity. The grandfather clock ticked loudly.

She looked dumbstruck, cheeks blooming red, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Shit”

White-hot shame finally engulfed you as you realized what you’d just done.

‘So much for self-control.’

Without another word, you grabbed the jacket at your feet and rushed upstairs, two steps at a time.

Part of you wanted to seek refuge in your sister’s room, cuddle up, and cry into her shoulder like when you were kids and mom and dad would have screaming matches downstairs. Instead, you barged into your room and locked the door behind you.

Ellie doesn't follow.

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dangreys · 7 months

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Ellie

Part 12.6 of 14(?)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 12.5

#the last of us part ii #the last of us #tlou part 2 #tlou ii #tlou part ii #tlou2 #tlou #ellie #dina #jj

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serevena · 3 months

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Are you entertained?

Ellie Williams x fem!reader

a.n - *ahem*..joker & rainbow brainrot rn and I needed to make a fic..no happy ending because I’m a monster! Rainbow will be out soon, which, yes, is a happy fic..feel free to read these in any order you please. Enjoy! <3

warnings - Provocative language, angst, Ellie self sabotages (?), potential spoilers to TLOU II, I make u feel bad in this fic oops don’t hate me

Can’t play your game, so take me away..

But without me, you're incomplete..

I'm the missing piece, trick or treat.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Her words echoed through your mind on replay, day in and day out. Your body had chills the second she said that, your heart dropping as your vision went blurry. She wasn’t saying what you thought she was, right?

You guessed your question had been answered when you laid away at..what time was it again? You’d lost track.

Your eyes felt heavy but you just couldn’t sleep. Too scared you’d have another dream about Ellie just like you did yesterday. You’d only been getting around 3-5 hours of sleep, dreading the moment the sun started to set. Those hours were absolutely excruciating considering you had to see her in your dreams..You somehow found yourself wanting them to be bad dreams because at least that’s your reality now, right?

But, no, they were happy. Almost like, memories.

Smile on my face, laughing and joking, usually lonely, and if you hold me, I’ll make you stronger, I wanna do that..

Oh, it’s drivin’ me mad.

“That’s not how you do it.” You snatched the paper from Ellie’s hands, smiling at her dramatic reaction. “I was working on that!” She yelled out in complete disbelief, a gust of wind causing that one goddamn strand to fall into her face, one side of her hair tucked behind her ear. She rarely ever wore it down like that.

You were teaching her how to make crowns out of paper, a hobby you learned while bonding with the kids in Jackson, but Ellie..well, she sucked..and that’s putting it lightly.

“This is like—wonky.” You mumbled out, snipping at her crown..if you could even call it that, to make it even. She rolled her eyes and rubbed her neck. “I had it..

you’re making it worse.”

Are the words she mumbled to you before walking out the door, ouch. Had all your efforts gone to waste? You tried to take care of her, help her cope, be there for her..and it just wasn’t enough.

It was never enough for her. For you. From you. From anyone.

And now you stand alone, like a fool.

Can’t play your game, I tried to change, painted my face, made a new name..

Are you entertained?

#serevena #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie williams angst #tlou part 2 #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams #the last of us 2 #the last of us part two #tlou ii #tlou #joker

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