#ellabs is toxic

[dreamgirlbny]

a black eye and two kisses - ellabs

thinking of a series for ellabs and this is a little concept/preview for it! if the people like it i’ll motivate myself to do it 💋

content: hitmen!ellabs x reader, toxic relationship, slightly older ellabs, minors DNI

you met them through a friend of a friend on your third year in uni; constantly stressed, unimaginable levels of financial instability, crying to yourself almost everyday over choosing such a demanding major. but when you met them, you felt like you finally were able to breathe again. you always sensed a hint of danger in their energy, and obviously, you weren't aware of their "career". but for some reason, you felt safer than ever in their presence, like a voice from some otherworldly being telling you they'd never hurt you.

you had a crush on abby first. she carried herself more maturely, reserved, and you couldn't help but be intrigued. it also didn't help that there wasn't a single shirt she could wear to hide those arms of hers. and every time you spoke to her she'd stare into your eyes, surely looking right into your soul, and that made you feel like the only person that ever mattered to her. you were more shy around her; always nervously giggling at her words, tensing up whenever she'd get a bit too close, confidence faltering at your usually self-assured statements at the fear of looking dumb. and it was weird, because she never gave you a reason to feel this way; but between every strange glint in her eyes that you'd catch for a split second if you didn't blink, intimate touches that were too casual to give any meaning to, tones in her voice that you couldn't quite figure out, everything she did that felt a little too purposeful and calculated, you just couldn't seem to find your confidence around her. you wanted her to tell you exactly how to act, how to feel, what to say, what to believe in. and the thought of becoming someone she could respect consumed your every waking moment. the thought of making her as obsessed with you as you were with her...that was all you craved.

with ellie, though, it was different. you weren't shy, you didn't second-guess every word choice, you didn't seek her approval or at least you thought. she was so easy-going, so charming; she could make your whole body shake with laughter, adding to her jokes all night until you both couldn't breathe. she'd take you to the dancefloor at the bars you'd meet up in, even if you two were the only ones on it, you'd dance until they kicked everyone out. it was easy to be comfortable around her, so comfortable from how you usually were that you never thought anything more about her than just a good friend, at first. it wasn't until you started noticing how your eyes would scan over her body absentmindedly when she'd grab another round for you, how you'd been subconsciously wearing your most flattering clothes whenever you knew she'd be coming, how her hands would shamelessly grope every inch of your skin when you'd dance together, how your jealousy over her grew stronger every day of knowing her, even though you'd be the one encouraging her to take other girls home, how you had to talk yourself down many times from calling her in the dead of night to come over to your place; it wasn't until then that you realized she lived in your mind right alongside abby.

you spiraled for a week after that, overwhelmed with shame at your feelings for them. you convinced yourself they surely were just playing with you; discussing you with each other when they were alone, laughing at how pathetically needy you were in their presence. you started ignoring every call and text the two would send you, avoiding the spots they'd usually hang out in like the plague, furiously scrubbing your skin in the shower everyday hoping somehow it would erase their lingering touches you swore you could still feel, trying to immerse yourself back in school and your favorite shows, not allowing yourself a second of silence in a day at the possibility that they'd take over your thoughts again. after a week of no contact, you stopped receiving messages. you felt uneasy at the sudden stop, dread mixed with a festering anger. you knew you were being unfair, you ignored them first; but maybe a part of you needed them crawling back to you and showing you they had even just a small fraction of obsession over you as you did with them for you to feel confident that they weren't messing with your head on purpose.

you were becoming more agitated with every moment that passed they didn't try contacting you again, but you were too stubborn to give in. the next couple days were absolute hell; randomly snapping at everyone who tried talking to you, screaming at objects that pissed you off in your house, sobbing to your playlists in random parking lots, overspending on your parents' credit card that was reserved strictly for emergencies, consuming way more caffeine than was healthy to force yourself to study for your final exams. you'd have random moments where you'd get so embarrassed for making yourself the victim in this situation, but that embarrassment would quickly turn back into anger that they even meddled in your life in the first place.

one night, after drinking too much with some friends in celebration of exam season being over, you acted on an impulse to get a cab to ellie's apartment. you weren't brave enough to confront abby, but you knew the information would be relayed to her anyways. you stood at her door, the anger that had been building up the past two weeks all crashing down on you at once. you rapped your knuckles against the wood, waiting a couple seconds before continuing until the door was opened.

"holy fuck, what?" the door swung open to reveal ellie, one arm on the frame barring entrance, annoyance written on her features before she processed your figure.

you felt your face fall once you finally saw her, anger dissipating for a second before you remembered your purpose for coming here. "you," you thrusted a finger on her chest accusingly, words coming out slurred but stern, "you're an asshole. you and abby. fucking assholes."

her hands came down from the doorframe, confusion taking over her face at your behavior, "you're drunk, baby."

"don't fucking call me that." you snapped at her, grimacing at your body's reaction to the familiar affection. you pushed through to get inside her apartment, "you guys don't get to just do that, you know? toying with me for weeks. and then just going cold. you can't do that." you continued ranting, volume rising as you paced back and forth on wobbly feet, pointing your finger while she watched with arms crossed leaning against the wall opposite from you. you weren't even sure your words were making sense, cringing in your head every time your voice echoed back to you, hearing yourself sound like a scorned child. you avoided looking directly at ellie, settling for looking in her general direction, too afraid to catch any smugness on her face.

"and you didn't even care! i know your little games, you probably do this for fun, don't you? you both! sick in the head, just throwing girls back and forth between you-" you caught a glimpse of abby from the corner of your eye, stopping in your tracks to turn and look at her. had she been there the whole time? you felt yourself shrink under her stare, hands coming down awkwardly at your sides.

you heard a dry laugh come from ellie's side of the room, "you done yet?"

"i don't think she is." abby chimed in, stern gaze set on you as she pulled up a chair, sitting down with her legs spread. after a beat of tense silence in the room, abby urged you to continue, waving her hand in small circles, "throwing girls back and forth...go on."

you silently wished the earth would swallow you whole, a moment of clarity hitting your drunken state and allowing space for a shameful pit to open in your stomach. you tried speaking again but your throat felt so tight, like it wanted to prevent you from saying anything else. and suddenly, for a split second, you looked at them and saw how they must look to everyone else. as if just looking at them should trigger someone's fight or flight. you felt cold in their presence for the first time, arms coming up to hug yourself at some form of comfort. tears prickling your eyes, so embarrassed you wondered how you were still alive, eyes darting back and forth between them pleading for one of them to soften up again.

it crushed them to see you like this, truly. they promised each other to never be the reason you looked at them like this. but to come making such wild accusations, and so disrespectfully too? they couldn't just let that go so easily. you'd hurt them first, ignoring them so blatantly for two weeks straight. if anyone was toying with anyone, it was you toying with them. shamelessly flirting with abby at any given opportunity, being so picture perfect sweet to her, batting your long eyelashes at her words and drooling over her body, but never giving in to any of her moves. racking up ellie's tab at the bar whenever you wanted some fun, grinding against her all night on the dance floor, wearing the sluttiest little outfits around her, and then turning around and telling her to take some other girl home.

abby sighed, annoyed, at your silence. she took a couple steps closer to you, eyes analyzing your face the whole time. your body inched forward quickly to reach out for her, but immediately retreated at her halt in footsteps. she shoved her hands in the pockets of her pants.

“you know, you really hurt us. were we not nice to you?”

“you were!” you gasped out, face scrunching into a small plea. all the memories from the past couple weeks flooding back to you, desperate to find out where everything went wrong.

ellie walked over slowly next to abby, “we were so patient with you. you ignored us for weeks. now you have the audacity to come and yell saying we were playing with you?” she frowned.

your chin wobbled, head drooping down in shame. your stomach churned with guilt, tasting straight acid in your throat as their words sunk in. you saw things clearly now, how you’d made it all up in your head that they didn’t want you. how upset you must’ve made them when you started ghosting all their texts.

once a tear rolled down your cheek it opened up the floodgates; apologies coming out through sobs, fogginess from the alcohol in your system hitting you like a brick, slowing down your vision as you tried to lean against something to keep yourself from falling. you felt arms catching you, faces blurry from the tears clouding your eyes, drowned out voices telling you "it's okay" and "i got you" repeatedly as they swaddled you in their embrace. you sank into the touch, grabbing at anything for their comfort, stress melting away at their sweet reassurances whispered so quietly for only you to hear.

abby wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your head closer to her chest, while ellie hugged your waist, pressing chaste kisses along your shoulder. she glanced up at abby as the hint of a smirk graced her face.

they gave each other knowing looks while you sobbed into them. it might’ve taken a while longer than they would’ve liked, but now they were sure they had you where they wanted. sweet, compliant, ready to be theirs. they knew of your struggles, could feel how much you needed to be taken care of; it worried them to no end, antsy this whole time for you to just give in and let them take over.

it was mostly abby, at first. she knew the dangers of the world, how easily you could get hurt. ellie didn’t understand why abby got so obsessed with the idea of you. she’d moan and groan at the blonde to just let you be a one night stand; she wanted so badly to have taken you home the first night they met you. but in just a couple days, you grew on ellie too. she found herself thinking of you at the most inconvenient times of day. stressing inside at every one of your complaints, knowing they could so easily be fixed if they had anything to do with it. but they agreed that would be coming on too strong, and it would’ve just scared you away. but now, there would be nothing to stress over anymore. now that they had you they were never letting you go again so easily.

you felt the tears slowly stopping, sniffling as you calmed down. you pulled your face away from abby’s chest, looking up at her with the sweetest eyes that just melted her heart away.

“you wanna stay the night with us?” she cupped your face gently, wiping away some remaining tears with her thumb.

you closed your eyes at her touch, nodding slowly into her hand.

“i’m sorry about…everything.” you drawled out softly.

“we’ll talk about it in the morning.” ellie replied, placing a kiss on the side of your forehead and giving you a soft squeeze on the waist.

you turned your head back to look at her, then glancing at abby. they shared the same stern expression that sent a small shiver down your spine. you gave a small nod, fingers nervously scrunching at the fabric of abby’s shirt. you heard a small chuckle come from her, but whatever she was thinking, she didn’t say out loud.

you let them lead you to the bedroom, random conversation starting out slowly between the three of you. the tension from earlier was finally leaving your body, relaxing into your usual routine with them. the thought of a future with them started hitting you, making your heart bloom inside your chest, leaving behind a warm and fuzzy feeling. it was so easy to be around them, to allow yourself to see this as more than a friendship, just the way you had been wanting. small concerns of what people would think popped into your thoughts, but they would soon leave as their hands would touch you absentmindedly mid-conversation. you realized nothing mattered anymore as long as you had them.

and you’d never let yourself leave again for even a second.

[buggyyayayayay]

I dont care what ANYBODY says, i FUCKING LOVE ellabs.

My fav toxic yuri 4ever😛😛

Sadly idk who the og artist of this picture is, if anyone knows pls share!!

[ibeatittotoxicyurifics]

[aphroditesdoll]

faiiry’s fic reccs!

disclaimer: these are mostly nsfw/smut, you’ve been warned. mdni.

characters: abby anderson, shane mccutcheon, ellie willams.

a/n: i think all of these writers are amazing but i’ll rate my top favorites at the bottom! :)

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abby anderson 🐇🍒🍀

- suprise visit by atomicami

- sweeter than candy by elsdolly

- will you let me show you by angels4abby

- loosen up by ourautumn86

- size kink abby by wrtinginblood

- dating bestfriends sister! abby by millersaurora

- bsf! abby anderson by dollyhao

- my kind of love by zombholic

- trash talk by gracieheartspedro

- pregnant w/ abby (can’t remember by who)

- texts w/ doctor! abby by eightstarr

- come over by ourautumn86

- you’re gonna forget she ever existed by sxyiva

- lavender haze by angelkhi

- 30 minutes by ourautumn86

- special snapshot by atomicami

- yes ms anderson by abbysvictim

ellabs & reader 🐇🍒🍀

- vampire! ellie x werewolf! abby by coeurify

- pretty little things by angelkissiies

- ex! ellabs x fem! reader by beforeimdeceased

- nerd! abby gf! ellie x fem! reader by abbyscherry

- ellabs hogwarts au by savannahsdeath

ellie williams 🐇🍒🍀

- 1 million subscriber special by catfern

- try it on by moncherellie (w audios)

- crybaby by beforeimdeceased

- you love it when i play with you by ourautumn86

- god forgive me by baptismbaby

- one of your girls by lovelettersfromluna

- consume by beforeimdeceased

- sweet tooth by beforeimdeceased

shane mccutcheon 🐇

- rich stress by ourautumn86

- puppy love by ourautumn86

my top 3: suprise visit, sweeter than candy, and puppy love!

a/n: WE NEED MORE SHANE!! why is ourautumn86 the only one i see writing her??? i wrote some of these usernames so much they’re saved in my keyboard now. anyway i mainly wrote this so i can go back to my favs! will be updating probably constantly <3

[silliest-donkey]

If Ellie had screamed "Dad" instead of "Joel", would Abby have stopped or hesitated?

I don't think she would have stopped to be honest considering how many years she poured into preparing her revenge and the relashionships she sacrificed for that shit but it would have been interesting. We never got any actual insight of what Abby thinks of El in the end

[guacemolyarts]

ellabs captain has returned at your service

[theradiodyke]

ellabs nation i crave your help

obviously abby is represented best by a wolf. and in game ellie is most closely associated with the moth, however i'm trying to come up with a clever predator comparison for her when contrasting her and abby

its difficult bc i know her behavior in the game also depends on how you play her. but overall i feel like pursuit predation fits her best... except most pursuit hunters are canids!!! and idk if its interesting enough for them both to be wolves, or for abby to be a wolf and for ellie to be some sort of other canine

any and all suggestions would be appreciated :,)

[greendr4gon]

I just saw an ellabs post on my fyp and I'm just here to say that i HATE HATE HATE ellabs😊 I'm all for toxic yuri but this isn't toxic this is just fucked upppp. I personally wouldn't get together with someone that killed my father figure (sorta) or my entire friend group and I don't think that Ellie or Abby would either.. they have so much trauma involving the other and being in a romantic relationship wouldn't make that better I'm afraid😟

[wlfmedic]

i want to make ellabs edits and post them on tiktok but i know people won’t get it 🥀

[omgnobodyhavethisname]

idrk what toxic yuri is but pls, no one explain it

[rachelambery]

can we write more doomed yuri . we cannot keep implying it . we need them to say "FUCK YOU" then make out .

[kittie1996]

im going seep PLEASE recommend toxic lesbian media. anon is on as always

[ibeatittotoxicyurifics]

[lesbosisle]

if they havent tried to kill each other at least once then i dont want it!!

lesbians and bisexuals, always remember this: whenever you like a delicious, complex toxic yuri ship, especially a non-canon or non-endgame one, there will be people in fandom crying about how you have no taste. these people, self proclaimed champions of healthy lesbian fiction, will wonder why you condone abuse and ask you why you don't ship the better™ yuri ship. then they will point you to the aforementioned better™ yuri: it will be the blandest friends to lovers taylor swift cottagecore soft sapphic pairing the fandom can offer. you WILL be guilt tripped into shipping these mozzarella sticks instead of your toxic yuri.

remember: resist the urge. a truly good lesbian ship is one where they try to murder each other. thank you. have a nice night. subscribe to my channel for more inspirational speeches.

[ note: whomsoever brings up their personal traumas on a tumblr post about fictional women shall be blocked ]

[andersonsgirl]

𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒ᝰ.ᐟ

— all credits goes to these talented writers !! ◡̈

scroll for arcane ones

glue by @whore-era

angry ellie x sunshine trope oh my god i’m soft. i want to read this for the first time again. feel free to send me more wholesome fics like this :,).

off to the races & pt.2 by @aphrvdisiac

“you are in a poly relationship with new york's elite women, ellie williams and abby anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent.”

adittute ellabs x reader by @lanasblogasf

if you are into off to the races series then you could look through this acc’s for more drabbles based on the fic as well!

untethered ִby @millersfinest (five parts)

story takes place in new york where it is the year 2000 and you’re adopted in the millers family. after graduation, you had been back home for thanksgiving dinner when an old flame from childhood came back, despite an explosive ending. this is full of drama and the setting of this story feels like home with the animals & such.

doctor anderson by @zombholic

wbk i might be into older women…. there are five parts of the story line where reader is working at a coffee shop while encountering her favorite customer, dr anderson!! smau, short drabbles, & hcs made by the writer as well :) pls check it out i luv it!

street racer ellie by @cultemis

this is so hot. i love my car girls. that’s it.

and they were roomates ellabs by @eyesfullofsttars

more cutesie ellie & abby content. my pinterest board of them is kinda based on them living together & not tryna kill eachother plz.

using ellie as a prop for your ig story by @tthoroughfare

when ellie is pretending to be a new love interest on your story only for your ex to be jealous but it didn’t work. basically what the title says & it’s lowk rlly cute (but sad) how ellie is drooling over reader unintentionally LOL.

mean!abby on patrol by @vampirq

need ruthless abby right about neow

dealer ellie williams masterlist by @pearlcigs

i want more of this ugh, i remember checking back after the last part i just read every week LOL. idk how yall make text fics but this is saur entertaining & good.

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ᝰ.ᐟ

caitvi sandwich - returning to you after war by @yameoto

i believe this is the first catvi/arcane smut i’ve read once i was done w the show & lets say it’s forever in my favorites folder.

collateral by @00valentina-draws00

omg this series is everything to me

toxic!dealervi by @pearlcigs

idk whats up w me & toxic lesbian dealer smaus 😣

caitlyn kiramman’s controversial young gf by @r3starttt

this highkey inspired me for my older abby writings in my drafts :3 i think about this every day btw. it’s giving that song “i need someone olderrrr!!!” because i do need someobe older named caitlyn kiramman <3_<3

blinds wide open - stalker caitlyn & vi by @valalice

so much talent in one post. i def recommend this if you’re into dark reading!

i’ll be adding more. . .

[dolleyedfemme]

National anthem pt.2 Ellabs x fem!reader.

This is part two of national anthem wooo!! It’s quite long and pretty dark so please please mind the warnings anyway enjoy hunnies!!

!! Dead dove do not eat content below !!

Cw: manipulation. Abuse (physical, mental, emotional) degradation. Carving into the skin (idk) just overall dark themes don’t read if not comfortable!

Born to die

Your relationship with Ellie continues to spiral downward; the fights have escalated, and the arguments have become more frequent. It’s all shit. Stella is now 6, and she’s also really feeling the effects of this toxic, abusive marriage. You need to find a way to leave Ellie for good, and you know just the person. 

Abby Anderson. She was one of your childhood best friends, you remember being attracted to the hip with her. Unfortunately, halfway through your sophomore year of high she moved away, and you two lost contact. At brunch with one of your “friends,” you overheard her talking about the new woman in your neighbourhood, the name so familiar it almost made you cry. 

“Abby Anderson is in town.” 

Stella was at home with her nanny, so you decided to head out for a little bit and do some shopping. As you were browsing the store, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around. You see those familiar eyes and that oh-so-familiar braid; how could you ever forget? Abby, she was there in front of you, time had stopped for you. Before she was able to say anything, you threw yourself into her arms.

“I missed you so much, Abby.” You muttered into her chest, your grip tight, fearing that if you let her go, she’d disappear and leave you. Her muscular arm wrapped around you tightly, slowly you pull away and take her in. “didn't expect to see you here, doll.” Oh god, that nickname she'd given you since you two were younger. At first you would whine and fight her on the name, hating it, but later on it became something you loved to hear coming out of her mouth. 

You two walked the mall catching up. It had been years, you felt somewhat at ease. You mentioned to Abby that you were married to Ellie Williams, she gave you a nervous glance, but when you asked her about it, she just shrugged it off. You tell her about how abusive she is and how it's affecting your daughter. Abby listens intently, nodding along. When you bring up divorce, she offers to help you, she is a lawyer, after all. Sighing in relief, you thank her, and she gives you her number and agrees to meet you a week later. 

Oh, how naive you were. 

1 week later. 

It's finally the day. The day you could gain your freedom and life back, you left Stella at home with the nanny, and Ellie was, of course, at work. You drive to Abby's place of work,after parking your car, you walk over to the elevator and head to the top floor. Standing in front of her door, you take a deep breath and knock.

You hear a “come in,” so you push the door open, only the sight makes your heart drop to your stomach.

 There is Abby sharing a drink with Ellie. No, no, no, this cannot be real. They turn to look at you, Abby looks unamused but shoots an icy glare at you, one that reads, “You fucked up.” Abby walks over to you. The room felt like it was closing in on you, the air in the room getting thick. She closes the door behind you. 

“So I hear that you’ve been plotting a divorce?” Ellie’s voice was loud, sounding super irritated. Abby grabs your arm and drags you over to a chair and pushes you down, your mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. This is bad, so bad. How did Abby know Ellie? Now it was coming back to you, when you mentioned Ellie the week prior, she was shocked, but you ignored it. Fuck. Ellie was looking at you, expecting an answer. 

“How do you two know each other? Abby, how could you do this to me?!” Chugging her drink, Abby speaks. 

“Dollface I’ve been working for Ellie for years now. Our fathers actually knew each other, Ellie knows about our friendship.” She walks around the room, stopping at the window, Ellie takes over. 

“I thought that it would be a good idea to share you. How does that sound? I mean, you don’t really have a choice. You don’t want to lose Stella now? I mean, you could divorce me, but I’ll make your life hell, baby, and you’ll never see Stella again. Or stay with us and live a happy life.” She finishes her speech, and you feel like you’re going to pass out, what? No, you can’t lose Stella; she's your pride and joy! But staying with these psychos would ruin you… 

And so in the end, left with no choice, you sign the papers that say that you are Ellie and Abby’s wife and that you will not leave. You returned home that day with them with a very heavy heart. Stella was down for a nap, and the nanny was sent home. You wanted to crawl into bed, but the two women had different plans for you. 

“You think you’re off the hook, baby?” Ellie stands in front of you, arms crossed. Fuck, fuck. “Ellie, please, Stella is sleeping—“ Abby yanks your hair, causing you to fall down. She puts her boot-clad foot onto one of your arms so you can’t get up. Ellie unbuckles her belt and wraps the nonmetal end around her hand. Oh no, no.

“You better keep quiet so Stella doesn’t wake up.”

“Ellie, please, no— not the metal, please!” You try to get out from under Abby's boot, but it doesn’t work. All of a sudden you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, she hits you there. Then again on your legs. You’re shaking, crying trying not to scream, the pain is agonizing. Ellie is relentless; she keeps bringing the metal end of the belt down. Your stomach is red, and so are your legs. Your arm is probably bruised from where Abby is stepping on it. 

After what felt like hours, she stopped, everything hurt. You felt like you were on fire. Abby scoops your trembling body up bridal style and kisses your head. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby, no more.” You cling onto her, needing something. You don’t pay attention, so you missed the fact that Abby had brought you to the bathroom and sat you on the counter. Ellie had pulled out some soothing cream, bandages, and all that. The next hour is spent with them both patching you up, apologizing, and kissing you. 

Having to explain to Stella that she now had 3 mothers was much easier than you thought it would be; she was thrilled as you told her and introduced Abby. Stella adored Abby, and Abby loved Stella. Under different circumstances this would’ve been the cutest thing ever, life had been strange. Ellie and Abby were happy playing happy family. The media also thought you were lucky to have Abby Anderson in your relationship, they didn’t know the hell you were in. One day as you were doing your makeup in the bathroom, Stella walked in and sat on the toilet. 

“Hi, baby, what are you up to?” You finish applying your blush, and Stella just stays silent for a minute before saying something that made you want to curl up and die.

“Mama, why do you have a bruise on your arm?” Fuck. Your hand goes to cover the bruise. Do you tell your 6-year-old daughter that her mother is being abused? What do you say? Fuck, no.

“Oh, hun, Mama just bumped her arm hard, don’t worry about me. How about we go get some ice cream after I’m done?” Stella’s eyes light up at the mention of ice cream. Thank God she didn’t push. 

Stella was staying at her grandfather's place for the night, so it was just you, Abby, and Ellie. You really have no idea what happened, you wish you had an understanding. But one little thing led to Abby and Ellie screaming at you and throwing whatever they could find at you. 

“You ungrateful bitch! If it weren’t for me, you’d still be working at that damn diner, drowning in debt!” Ellie screams at you, shaking your head from side to side; you cry and beg her to stop, but she won’t listen. Her hand draws back, and she slaps you hard. Abby was fed up with you for some reason. 

“You think we’re afraid to throw you down into the basement and leave you there?” Abby’s hand grabs a fistful of hair, and she drags you to the basement door. The basement was basically a torture room; you hated it. Ellie opens the door, and Abby throws you down the stairs. Letting out a guttural scream, you clutch your head in pain.

“P-please stop— no! NO!” Abby’s boot connects with your stomach, and you feel like you can’t breathe all of a sudden. Ellie drags over a metal collar thing and clips it onto your neck. You could only move a couple of inches before it would restrict you.

A cold bucket of water is dumped on you, clothes stick to you like a second skin. You’re shivering. Abby puts her boot on your neck, and in panic, your hands instinctively wrap around her ankle to pull it off. She applies pressure. Another thing that caught your attention was the fact that Ellie was recording the whole thing. “A-Abby, please—“ You felt yourself slipping out of consciousness, but before that could happen, she pulled off of you. 

“I’m starting to think you have a thing for pain, baby.” They both laugh at the statement, you cry, fearing for your life at this point. Ellie crouches down in front of you and hands the camera to Abby. She pulls out something from her pocket, her switchblade. No, no. 

“You seem to forget who you belong to, babydoll. It’s okay; we’re here to remind you!” Ellie opens her blade up and drags it over your collarbone and over your chest and stomach before landing on your collarbone once more. 

“Ellie, please, you really don’t need to do this— I belong to you guys. I know I’m sorry. I love you. Abby, please tell her—please.” Your pleas fall on deaf ears; she applies pressure and starts carving. You scream and cry, begging with everything you have in you for them to stop. Ellie laughs, and so does Abby. You feel so small. It hurts; you feel like you’re on fire, your body hurts, and your throat hurts too. 

After what felt like hours, Ellie finally stops and admires her work, but before you could do anything, you pass out. 

You don’t know how long you were out for, but you wake up in bed sandwiched between Abby and Ellie… Was it a bad dream? You shimmy out of bed quietly and go to the bathroom. No, it wasn’t a bad dream. You looked like garbage, bruises everywhere, cuts littering your skin, and most importantly was the big white bandage on your collarbone. Peeling it back, you let out a terrifying scream. 

‘E.W. + A.A.’ 

Carved into your skin, you cry loud and hard. You feel disgusting, cheap, and used up. Is this it? Is this your life now? Their property? 

You have a hard time as Stella comes home and is excited to see her mamas. You were tired of pretending it was fine, but you had to be strong for her, so you put a smile on and wrapped an arm around Ellie and Abby as Stella showed you the new toys her grandfather Joel got her. 

Maybe you could pretend that things were okay, that you had two loving wives and a sweet daughter, and that you were living the American dream.

Ellie and Abby both place a kiss on your forehead. Would you have been able to escape Ellie if you hadn’t bumped into Abby that day? Who knows? You don’t really care right now. Just keep pretending, and everything will be okay. 

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