Gymrat! Abby hcs
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who wakes up at six in the morning, just to shower and go to the gym.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby whoâs loud getting ready in the morning even when she tries so hard to not be.
With a groan, you begin to stirr in bed from the blender being turnt on.
You already know who it isâAbby and her little fucking protein shakes.
Imaging Gymrat! Abby whose protein shake recipes actually hit.
You couldnât sleep, even after the blender was long turnt off, and the fact you closed your eyes to desperately fall back to sleep. But you accepted failure as the outcome and get out of bed.
Trudging out the bedroom and into the kitchen with a frown on your face. Youâre met with smiling Abby as she just finishes downing her drink.
Her hair is in much better shape than yours. In her infamous braid, work out clothes, and when she sees you, her smile morphes into an âoâ shape, âSorry, did I wake you?â
You roll your eyes at the obvious question and waddle past her grumbling something aboutâŠprotein shakes?
Imaging Gymrat! Abby who makes you try her protein shakes and waits like this. And whoâs visibly happy when you hum in approval. And whoâs worried when you donât, always asking, âWhat does it need?â
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who does everything in her power to be quiet. Even once tried looking up ways to sound proof the room, but realized how expensive it was. Shouldâve seen the big frown on her face staring down at her phone. Poor girl⊠:(
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who has two alarms one five minutes before her actual alarm.
And why would Gymrat! Abby has this second secretive alarm? Itâs to have those five minutes to cuddle you.
You remember the first time it happened. You jolt awake to the sound of her alarm going off to which she quickly turnt off and turn on her side, wrapping her beefy arms around you, pulling you to her chest.
A groan escapes your lips to which Abby presses light kisses to your neck, âI know, sorry, bae.â she whisper in your ear. And it still shocks Abby to this day that you havenât caught on. Maybe because youâre just a big sleepyhead. Her wordsâŠ
Imaging Gymrat! Abby who has multiple names for you when she does wake you up by accident.
âHey, sleeping beauty.â
âHey, beautiful.â
âHey, sunshine.â
All with a big stupid smile on her face.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who brings you flowers time to time.
âAwe, baby. Thank you.â
âOf course, anything for my girl.â
âWaitâŠâ you trail off, and stop sniffing the flowers. âOrchids? Wait, is this to make up for waking me up today?â
âUhm, what? No? I canât get my girl some flowers?â she says nervously, scratching the back of her head.
Gymrat! Abby who mostly did buy them to make up for waking you up, but also brought them for the beautifulest girl in the world.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who doesnât let you come near her when sheâs back from the gym, and who is very very dramatic about it.
Youâre sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when the front door opens to reveal a very sweaty Abby. Instinctually, you get up and greet her with a kiss and hug or at least try to.
Youâre not met with requited love instead a squeal. You open your eyes and laugh at the sound, to see abby moving back, dropping her gym bag.
âNo touching orâŠkissing.â she says âkissingâ in a disappointed tone, âUntil Iâve showered!â
You roll your eyes at the reprimand, âOh cmon, Iâve smelt you. You donât even stinkâŠthat bad.â You attempt walk to toward her again, but she skips backâalmost bumping into your favorite vaseâwith another squeal, âY/n! Iâm being serious!â
âAnd I am too!â
In the end, she practically ran into the bathroom, leaving you in the hallway with a pout which she later kissed away after her shower of course.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who actually invites you to the gym with her, but you canât even workout. Instead watch the work out.
(See what I did there?)
You watch her do bench presses, and with every lift comes a grunt with it.
You watch from the sidelinesâbasically being her water girl at this pointâas she finishes her reps.
âThanks bae.â she says, out of breath as she grabs the water from your hand.
You donât even respond back, just with a stupid giddy smile on your face as you stare down at her, wondering how are you supposed to work out when sheâs here?
Imagining Gymrat! Abby whoâs basically your personal trainer when you do work out. Cheering you on and helping you only when necessary.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who secretly hopes you start coming to the gym with her more often. She always enjoys the company especially from you.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby being completely different towards you and her friends at the gym. With you, sheâs so calm and sweet. But with her friends sheâs so energetic and always challenging her friend Manny to some pull-up contest to prove something about being stronger?
Imagining Gymrat! Abby whoâs a big baby when she has her resting days, always wanting cuddles and massages.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who whines and holds you down when you try to get up.
âAbby! I neee to pee!â
âNooo, five more minutes.â she groans before stuffing her face into your chest.
âFine, five more minutes.â
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who calls out for you when she does finally let you pee. You constantly have to say, âIâm coming!â or âOne second!â like a mother reassuring their wailing offspring that theyâre coming with their bottle.
Imaging Gymrat! Abby whoâs fyp whether on instagram or tiktok is filled with gym videos, or tips on new proteins recipes.
Imagining Gymrat! Abby whoâs a big foodie!
Imagining Gymrat! Abby who was full on laughing when on Christmas when she got a blender with a protective sound proof shield on it.
âHoly shit, bae. You really got me one!â she says in between laughter while holding the blender in hand.
You can barely hold in your laughter as you nod, âYup, now you canât wake me up.â
âAwee.â She says, sounding bummed out.
Gymrat! Abby who does love the gym, but loves her girlfriend more.
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Outline: When all the leads dried up, Ellie is forced to accept the heart wrenching reality that sheâs never gonna see you again. Until two years and half later, the unexpected happens. People donât come back from the dead so, How did you?
Word Count: 8.2k
Warnings: Tlou au + Death and a lot mentions of it + Mentions of suicidal behavior + Angst (alot of it) + Fluff + Self-deprecation + Flashback? + Mention of weapons + Mentions Harm inflicted to R and others + Torture + Depression + Mentions of blood + Mentions of grieving + Mentions of survivorâs guilt + Description of a corpse (I think thatâs it, comment if I missed any!)
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Two and half years agoâŠ
Five weeks after the Calamity.
Get out of bed
Get dressed
walk toâŠ
Everything since theâŠincident, felt like a task. Obligations that only got harder and harder to complete each day. ShowerâŠcheck. Make your bedâŠcheck. But today was the hardest.
It was your funeral, and fuck was it the hardest task to get done. But she couldnât miss today, no she wouldnât. She couldnât. So here she is, standing beside Joel staring down at her shoes. And the tension being around your family was suffocating. She felt their stares, their fucking stares.
Did they blame her?
Wouldnât blame them if they did.
The priestâs soft-spoken tone only made this feel more real, âToday we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Y/N L/N, who left the world of the living to start the journey in that of the dead. Though she lives...â his voice faded as Ellie submerges into her overwhelming thoughts.
She couldnât believe it, you were really gone. This is the first time in weeks since sheâs been outside her once vibrant, and happy room, rotting away. Replaying it over and over, thinking what she couldâve done. What couldâve kept you alive.
But if sheâs in her head for too long thatâs when her self conscious begins to gnaw at her and sometimes enflaming her. She hated herself for letting you down, letting you spend your last moments in fear. Not a peaceful and soft moment, but in one where the world was on fire. Where hands of the devil himself were pulling you back into the pits.
Whatâll forever keep her up at night is your scream, and the look of pure terror on your face as you were pulled back before darkness took Ellieâs vision. She often loathed about if your final moments were merciful and not cruel. If it was quick and painless rather than torturous.
God she hoped notâ
âMay she rest easy nowâ The voice of the priest disturbs and elicits Ellie to look up.
As the priest finishes the last of your eulogy, One by one everyone begins throwing their roses onto your casket. And when it was Ellieâs time to let hers go, she kisses it as a final form of goodbye and watches as it falls in with the rest.
âRest easy, angel.â
PresentâŠ
âY/n?â
Every night before today sheâd pray. Prayed, that she'd open her eyes and youâd be there, sleeping peacefully beside herâlike nothing ever happened. But it never did happen, and she stupidly secretly held on to that possibility. Even if it sounded ludicrous, she still held on to that small hope.
And now that hope was in front of her, getting off a horse. She didnât want to believe it, she couldnât. She thought that she finally lost her mind. Seeing your face on different people.
Snap out of it.
She scolds herself, closing her eyes, and taking a few deep breaths. Feeling her face reddening up from embarrassment from how stupid she mustâve seem calling out to a dead person. She doesnât know how long she stood in the dark, terrified to meet the disappointment that always shined at the end of the tunnel.
âEllie?â
But there it was, your voice. The sweet sound that could only be heard in her dreams. That euphoric feeling Ellie would get just by hearing it, turned into despair, when she couldn't remember it anymore. Locked and sealed away when she woke up. Like her mind was playing against her. How torturous it felt to be humiliated by her own mind.
But she heard it, one that couldnât be replicated.
She opened her eyes hesitantly, but in front of her was you. You weren't a hallucinationâNo you were real and here in front of her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed towards you, giving you the tightest hug. Not loosening the grip she had around you once because sheâd be damned if she did again.
Only once to cup your tear stained face, âHowâHow is this real?â She stammers, scanning your features. The amount of blemishes that littered your face didnât ravage your beauty. Her thumb lightly grazed over a scar on your left cheek, What happened to you? She didnât question you, of course. The timing wasnât right.
âWe have to get them to the infirmary, Ellie.â A voice snaps her out of her thoughts, and looking to the side to see standing beside her was Maria with her hand on Ellieâs shoulder. Still in her frenzy state, she just stares at Maria before replying.
âYeah, yeahâletâs go.â
She stayed in the infirmary with you for sixteen hours just staring at you as you slept. You were being supplied with the appropriate amount of nourishment via VI. And she just sat there in that uncomfortable ass chair just staring at you, scared to even blink. Because maybe if she did, youâd disappear. She had so many questions rightfully so. But she didnât want to overwhelm you with them all. You were in a fragile state of mind.
Next morning, you woke to see Ellie already looking at you. Her eye bags were more prominent, Did she not get any sleep? Did she stay up all night just staring at you? âHey, how are you feeling?â her voice still sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. You just stare at Ellie not knowing if this was real, your mind had to be fucking with you again. You begin to tear up which Ellie catches on immediately, and wipes the fallen tears rolling down your cheek.
As soon as you feel her touch, her finger grazing over your cheek lightly, you gasp. Your mind wasnât playing with you, you were here. Back home? âRelax, itâs okay, just breathe. Youâre home again.â her voice was so soothing, it made your stomach twist into uncomfortable knotting.
âAreâare you real?â you stuttered, not truly believing after everything youâve been through, youâd see the one person youâve yearned forâjust in front of you. Her freckles, you'd count every night but mess up halfway and give up an hour later out of frustration. Her hazel green eyes, youâd stare into every single moment of the day. Her plumped lips, youâd kiss everyday.
If you had anything in your system right now, youâd barf it all up.
âI am, just relax.â Ellie says, placing her hand on your arm. You look down at her hand gently placed on your forearm as you feel something bubbling inside of you. Not a love feeling but a weird one. Ellie could see it in your demeanor which causes her to remove her hand away with a quiet âsorryâ falling from her lips before resting that hand on her lap.
You meet her gaze again, âAre you hungry?â you take a second to respond making Ellie uncomfortable slightly before replying with a small âYeah.â Ellie nods, getting up and returning with a tray of food. âThe nurse left it for when you woke up.â You grab the tray immediately, stuffing your mouth with food as Ellie settles down into her chair.
Ellie watches you before looking away and shifting in that stupid uncomfortable chair while scratching the back of her neck. Contemplating on what to do or say, anything to relieve this tension that strangled her. For a while, itâs just her mind eating at her and when she does finally decide to, she canât bring herself to look at you when she begins, âIâm sorry for everything...â She whispers. You stop and look at her, confused. âWhat?â
âIâm sorry for everything.â she repeats in an audible tone, looking at you with tears forming at her waterline.
You catch on to what sheâs referring to immediately and shake your head, âNo it wasnât your fault, Ellie.â You say, watching Ellieâs walls she built so high and secure, crumpled.
âNo it is all my fault, why you're even in this position. I didnât save youââ she says in between sobs. ââI was weak and stupid and, andââ she stammered over her words, placing her hand over her chest, trying to desperately breathe.
You look at this girl who you called call your girlfriend just cry. You didnât know how to respond to this random burst of emotion. But one thing was for certain, you never blamed her once. Why would you? It wasnât her fault, it was the people who captured you. Who ruined you. But you dealt with them.
âI never blamed you, not once.â you set your tray aside and move towards Ellie's trembling figure. Cupping her face gently to make her meet your soft gaze, ânever once in that hell I was in did I blame you.â
When Ellie met your gaze, It only made her want to cry more. Throughout those two agonizing years, she sat in her hatred and guilt. She couldnât accept the fact that you were gone because of her but here you were alive and telling the opposite. It felt confusing.
âWhat?â
âI never blamed you, Ellie.â You repeated, âYou did everything you could.â
âEllie, no!â you screamed.
You felt your heart drop when the grip your girlfriend had on your hand faltered. But that wasnât the only thing she lost grip of. Her footing, you could see the fear on her face as she fell off the roof. Thatâd be the last expression youâd see on your loverâs face.
Fear.
Without the resistance you fall on your back, and youâre met with the difficulty of breathing. Every breath is met with the same irritation of carbon monoxide causing you to cough and wheeze. The fire has already spread to the bedroom and is slowly killing you. It went at a rapid pace up the walls and to the ceiling. The smoke created silhouettes of demons, it was hell on earth. And the devil had grabbed you pulling you with him to inferno.
You wouldn't let him though, no you wouldnât go out like this. You kicked his hand off your leg, giving you a chance to crawl towards the open window and just as youâre gonna pull yourself up. A voice behind you says in a menacing song-like tone, âYouâre too slow!â, and grabbing you by the hair, slamming your head against the windowsill. Upon impact, you felt your world spinning and your ears began to ring. Throwing you on the ground he gets on top of you, wrapping his hands around your throat.
You let out a choked mewl, bring your hands to his face, scratching at him. But to no avail, it only makes him add more pressure, âDonât fight, itâll make this more difficultâ the gruff masculine voice said. You desperately try to break free but slowly succumb to the lack of oxygen. âYeah, there you go.â is the last thing you hear before going unconscious.
You jolt awake from a sharp pain to your cheek. âAhâfuck..â you hissed. Instinctively, you try to lift your hand to soothe the stinging pain, but you canât. Confused, you look down at the lower half of your body to realize both of your hands are bound to the chair, along with your legs. Your eyes shoot up to investigate your surroundings.
Where am I? Why the fuck am I tied to this chair?
Upon inspection you realize youâre in a dimly lit bathroom. Thereâs filthy and dry splattered blood on the walls. Looking at the ragged mirrors mounted on the wall ahead, blood splattered and dried in its crevices. The sinks below are a whole nother story by themselves. But whatâs more prominent in the room is an amazon of a woman in front of you. Or to help to understandâThe one who rather rudely awakened you from your slumber.
Oh fuck..
You have so many questions racing through your mind; Whereâs Ellie? Did they capture her too? Is she okay? Or is she dead? Who is this woman? What is she gonna do to me? Where the fuck am I? So many questions that litter your mind like a landfill, but gets soon disrupted by the beefy woman sitting in front of you.
Clearing her throat, she says, âI need your name.â she slouches forward into her chair, placing her elbows on her thighs. Her hardening gaze set on you as she waits for your answer. Your train of thoughts abruptly stops and goes blank. âIâUhmâŠY/nâ you respond.
The muscular woman seems amused by your answer, âphffââ She blows out a breathy snicker, âWe already forgot our name? What a world we live in, huh?â She sneers, standing up and walks to one of the broken sinks, grabbing something. But you canât quite see what it is due to her figure blocking your view, but the sound of a knife slinking out of its carrier is all the confirmation you need.
Your demeanor immediately tenses as the woman turns around with a knife in hand. You begin squirming in your chair, letting out a shaky breath. âWoahâwhatâwhat are you gonna do?â
Your immediate reaction makes the woman cackle, âHereâs how this is gonna goâ She starts, kneeling down, and putting the knife dangerously close against your skin. âYouâre gonna tell me what I wanna know and I won't ruin this pretty face of yours, yeah?â She taunts, turning her head to the side, a sinister smirk displayed on her face.
The knife blinds your left eye from little light that shines perfectly down onto the blade making you wince, your breathing starts to become erratic, âWhat are you gonna do to me?â you repeat, sheepishly, now staring at the woman in front of you.
âWhat Iâma do to you?â She restates your question, âWhat Ima do depends on your choices.â She answers, grazing the knife gently against your cheek. You gulp, watching the woman as she stares at the knife grazing over your skin, seeming fixated by it before snapping out of her sick trance and meeting your gaze once again with an ominous smile on her face, making your guts twist and turn into unbearable knotts.
âSo whatâs it gonna be, huh?â She asks, but doesnât let you answer, continuing, âGonna die for your friends and that little girlfriend of yours or cooperate? The choice is yours.â She proposes, staring at you keenly as if she could scan your facade hard enough, sheâd find the answer within your expressions.
With your choices layed out, you contemplate on your next move. Your landfilled mind only returning and overflowing with more thoughts. Why were you even contemplating this? There was no way in hell, youâd rat on Jackson, on Ellie. Even if you were to, this stranger would have no reason to keep you alive anymore since you would outlive your usefulness.
It was clear what you've chosen.
And the look on your face mustâve given it away because the woman's jaw suddenly clenched. âYou seriously think your friends are looking for you? That girlfriend of yours doesnât give a shit about you.â she insinuates, âbecause if they really cared, theyâd be here by nowââ
âShut your fucking mouth, you dont know what youâre talking aboutââ Your booming voice intrudes, you donât know what empowered you to say that, but you shouldâve just bite your tongue because your ears begin to ring as you endure a powerful smack to the face causing your head to fly to the right upon impact.
Turning your head slowly to face the woman, youâre met with an enraged expression plastered on her face, âYou wanna keep fucking running that mouth, Huh?!â She spits out, âBetter choose the next words out that stupid fucking mouth of yours carefully or Iâll cut your tongue out.â she threatens.
Still dazed from the assault, it takes you a second before mumbling out an incoherent sentence. âWhat was that?â she taunts, seeming to enjoy your suffering.
âI saidââ
âDidn't hear ya, What was that?â She taunts, laughing.
âI said If you cut my tongue outâ you huff out, watching her laugh, âhow the fuck am I gonna tell you.â you remark.
The sound of laughter turns into silence with an inhuman look in her eyes morphing within seconds before saying, âDonât say I didn't give you a chance.â She deadpans before plunging the knife into your thigh causing you to let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Interrogate, Torture, and Repeat.
That cycle had been going on for god knows how long. You were merely unrecognizable, the blood and bruising that littered your face was disturbing. You wondered how much more your body could take before death. Every blow she gave you, you wondered, Will this be the final blow? The final blow that takes me out of my misery? You hoped it did every. single. time.
But you didnât go down, just kept withstanding the pain.
And when she felt like it was enough, she momentarily pauses and asks, âReady to talk?â With all the strength you managed to gather, you lift your head and speak, âIs-is that all you got?â letting out a weak chuckle that turns into wheezing to coughing. The woman jaw clenches, âYou just donât know when to shut the fuck up, do you?â she sneers before landing a blow against your swollen cheek.
It sends your face slanting to the side upon impact causing you to spit out blood. It was a dumb move to even say that, you knew that. But if you were to die right now, you werenât gonna die showing fear. You couldnât show the one thing you knew she wanted to see you express. No, youâre not gonna let her get that satisfaction.
Grabbing your jaw, she redirects your gaze firmly to meet hers. She opens her mouth to talk, but a knock on the door leaves her speechless. You watch her huff in annoyance and look at the door.
âEnter.â she instructs.
The door opens to reveal a blonde woman, she scans the room and her eyes immediately land on you, seeming to scrutinize you.
âWhat is it?â
The sudden interruption causes her gaze to set on the woman in front of you, âOh right,â she says softly before speaking in a firm audible voice,âMaâam, Louis and Regina are here.â
A nod is shot at the blonde,â Alright, take them up to my office. Iâll be there shortly.â
âAlright, and her?â
âTake this one back with the others, she isnât gonna talkâŠyet.â That âyetâ runs a chill down your spine. You watch the woman in front of you let go of your jaw causing your head to go slack. The rough landing causes you to let out a weak groan as you hear the sounds of footsteps and soft murmurs with the shut of a door following behind it. There was a lot of eerie silence that came after that, a lot of it. You wanted to lift your head up to see what was happening but you couldnât. Your body was tired and too weak to support that action.
So you waited.
Waited and waited until you heard the sounds of muffled talking and footsteps. The sound of the door opening is when you move your head, looking up you see a different pair of people. A woman and a man, their voices became more apparent.
âAlright, be ready. Ima cut these ropes off.â the woman instructs.
You hiss at the added pressure to your sore wrists as she undoes the ropes roughly, but as soon as the aching pressure is relieved, you fall forward. But the man in front of you breaks your fall, âShitâŠLiana really fucked this girl up.â he says with a grunt as he lifts you up.
LianaâŠthat was the woman who I was withâŠ
âYeahâŠLetâs hope our little medic can fix her up.â the woman behind you responds in a condescending tone, and ending it with a chuckle.
A gruffy laugh erupts from the man as he throws you over his shoulder which elicits you to groan. They were so rough and careless with youâWith that action completed, they began to walk out of the dingy room and walk down a hallway. Your world was literally upside down, you tried to see what this new uncharted territory was, but the swelling around your eyes proved it to be difficult. Every once in a while, light would seep into view causing you to wince.
You donât know how long you were lounged on this random manâs shoulder, but itâs the sudden halt in their movements that catches your attention. âAlright everyone, step back. New arrival coming through.â The woman announces.
But to whom?
You canât even process what just happened until youâre on the rough concrete floor. The impact causes you to wheeze and turn on your back. The blinding light above begins to become fainter as the sound of multiple voices only increases the ache in your head.
But one is more prominent than the rest, âOh myâAlright everyoneâStacy, grab anything we can use.â Her voice is strong and impactful and you begin to feel the softest hands grazing over your face, âStay with me, sweetheart.â she directs towards you.
Such a sweet gentle voice, a voice youâd only hear from a mother soothing her offspring. It brought you comfort to the aches in your body. Only a little. You really tried to stay awake, obey what you were told to do, but soon darkness invaded your senses once again and everything went to muffled to silence.
Death is many things; Terrifying, Inevitable, Unpleasant, Unpredictable, Unbearable. But in this case for you, death felt right. The only way to stop this nightmare that you couldnât seem to wake up from. The only way to move on, to become a form of energy in this universe, but a memory to some.
Jackson.
Your parents.
Ellie.
No, you didnât want to leave. You couldnât leave, not now! Youâre not ready to go. Not when you have to get back to her, your lover. You couldnât bear the thought of her living the rest of her life believing youâre dead. No, no, You wouldnât, you couldnât let it happen! Youâll do anything in your power to get to her, no matter the cost. So wake up.
Wake UP!
A sharp gasp leaves your throat stinging, you shoot up in bed, drenched in sweat. Every inhale you take, you feel the windpipe becoming more and more tight. You place your hand on your chest, and desperately try to breathe. Itâs until you feel a hand on your back that snaps out of it.
âBreathe, Y/n. Breathe.â The familiar voice says.
No, It couldnât be.
The drumming in your chest only becomes more erratic as you hesitate to look beside you. This canât be real. Until you do and see the face you thought youâd never see again.
âE-ellie.â you stammer, tears forming at the waterline.
âYeah, Iâm here baby. Just breathe.â She says gently as she wipes your tears away, âYou okay?â
Youâre notâŠhow?
âHowâŠhow are you real?â
She looks at you, confused, âReal? baby, you just had a bad dream.â
âNo, no, This isnâtâŠ.no because in my dreamââ
âWe got separated.â she answers for you.
How the fuck?âWas that all just a nightmare? No, It felt so real. This couldnât be the reality. You immediately look down at your arms, No scratches, no bruises. You let out a gasp upon seeing clear arms then look at Ellie whoâs staring at you with a worried look.
âY/n, calm down. youâre home, okay?â she says and touches your shoulder.
God, that touch felt soâŠreal. You stare at her with tears forming once again, âEllie?â you say shakily.
Ellie sees the look in your eyes and immediately pulls you into her arms, âI got you.â she says softly in your ear, pressing a kiss on your head.
You sigh, Everything about this felt wrong. Part of you was screaming to wake up. That this wasnât real, This couldnât be, butâŠanother part of you felt peace. Peace, youâve been searching for your whole life before you met Ellie. Being in her arms, you felt it like you did when you were.
You need want it to be real.
Ellie gives you a gentle squeeze, âAlright, try to get some rest.â she says, letting you go to let you lay down. And you do, lying down on your side. You stare at the girl in front of you as she begins to do the same. Once on her back, she catches you staring and smiles, turning on her side to face you as well.
âWhat is it?â
âI donât knowâŠIâm just scared.â you finally admit.
âScared?â
âScaredâŠscared, Iâll wake up and you wonât be there.â
âDonât fear that.â she says softly, moving a strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear. Her touch felt real, it brought more tears to your eyes. âYou know thatâs just your mind talking. Rest. Iâll be here in the morning, by your side.â
Her reassurance puts you at some ease, some, âYeah, Okay.â you say quietly.
Your response makes Ellie to move closer to you and wrap her arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You happily embrace this familiar warmth. It always made you feel so safe, so comforted, so loved. As you feel yourself drift back into oblivion, a smile adorns your face.
Youâre finally home.
The soft caresses that feather your face cause you to move away and groan in response. Ellie mustâve been drawing on your face! Oh youâre gonna fucking kill herââŠWhat. Upon opening your eyes, youâre not in your girlfriend's infamous room, Youâre not laying down on her comfy bed, No, youâre still in that nightmare. Opening your eyes, you see the same older woman sitting beside you with a cloth in hand.
You didnât wake up with her by your side.
You try sitting up, but she immediately stops you, âDonât move, dear.â She says gently, helping you lie down once again, âYou'll strain something and we donât want that.â she says with a smile, but god it felt so creepy to you. âThe painkillers have already set in so you wonât feel any of the pain for now.â
âPainkillersâŠWhereâŠwhere am I?â You lift your hand to rub your forehead with a groan.
âYesâYouâre in Cell B.â
âCell B?â
âYes, Cell B.â she confirms, âYou went into shock after taking that fall, so just take it easy. Your body is still fragile.â
âWhatâs Cell B? Where the fuck am I?â
She settles down the cloth in the bowl beside her and sighs, âIf you really wanna know where youâre at, you need to know who youâre gonna be dealing with.â She has this look in her eyes that makes you shudder, but you simply nod and let her continue.
âWell, These people; Theyâre slavers. They stalk and capture. Sometimes go for big communities and make them no more. TheyâŠmy community had that same fate.â She says the last part quietly with a glance of sadness in her eyes.
Seeing the look that this woman portrayed enraged you. How could they do this to someone who seemed like an angel sent from god himself?! To anyone for that mattered! This wasnât right, but it also held so many questions for you.
âAnd why the fuck hasnât anyone tried to retaliate?â you said in a louder tone than anticipated.
The womanâs eyes widened and she immediately put a finger to your mouth, hushing you and looking around to see if anyone heard you. As if on cue, a guard came strolling by with a rifle in hand, seeming to be perimetering the area. Your intrusive voice only seems to cause the guard to glance inside the cell and a few people inside with the both of you to stir in their respective beds.
The woman above you seems visibly shaken, but is immediately relieved when the guard doesnât pay much mind to your outburst. Setting her gaze onto you, her facade hardens slightly, âDonât talk like that, those types of things get you killed around here.â She warns.
You gulp and nod as she removes her finger from your lips and looks around once again before speaking in a lower tone, âPeople have before, but theyâve all perished or worse.â
âSoâŠ.there's no way...outta here?â you say, feeling all of your hope slowly dwindling.
âYes, but itâs almost impossible. Only way to âescapeâ is to fight, but everyone here is terrified of standing up against these people.â
âSo we encourage them! You said it yourself, itâs almost impossible, but not impossible.â you whisper-yell, âYou seriously canât see yourself living here for the rest of your life!â
âOf course I donâtâ she sighs and with her tone softening before she continues, âI have no other choice, dear. Iâm getting old and my knees donât go how they used to anymore. My chances are dismal. So I just follow the orders and avoid getting punishments.â
âThen I'll do something about it. You wonât beââ
âNo.â she says sternly, âYou donât even know what youâre up against and with the state youâre inâŠyouâll die.â
You let out a breath, you didnât know you were holding. She was right, and you knew it. You couldn't do anything in the condition youâre in, youâd be killed on the spot. So you had to wait. Wait for how long? You donât even know, but you wonât rush it. Patience brings successâor some shit like that, meet the right people and resources. But for now you need to get your strength up.
âHurry the fuck up and pass it before they catch us!â Ashley warns with a quiet giggle.
You exhale with a chuckle and pass the stick over to her, âShut up, youâre just being paranoid.â
She scoffs, âMe, paranoid?â
âYes, you.â you reply with a smile, watching her inhale then exhale a few seconds after, âHow many times have we smoked back here and gotten caught?â you say with a cocky tone as you grab it and bring to your lips.
You watch her huff in defeat, âNoneâŠâ she mumbles.
âExactly.â
âOh, suck my dick.â she responds with an eye roll, taking and bringing it up to her lips. âWe should get back anyway, stupid ass Tammy might wonder where weâre at.â
You cross your arms and sigh, âYeah, I don't need her squeaking in my ear.â you remark with a chuckle.
Your comment eclits a laugh out of Ashley as she throws the joint on the ground and stomps on it with her foot, coating dirt over it as if it never happened.
âRight, letâs go.â she says, beginning to walk back to the others.
It had been a year and half since the whole incident went down. And life since youâve healed from your injuries hasn't been great. Immediately after you were cleared for work, you were put on the job. It wasnât light work to get you used to it, No. It was rough, blazing sun hot work.
Forced to work in insalubrious conditions with others plucking various fruits and vegetables. It was the same greenery that would be poorly rationed to you and those around you. Rationing it as if they didnât have an endless supply of it, just sitting in their pantry. It was one of the many cruel acts these people did.
But you had to consider yourself fortunate, lucky even. That you havenât gotten a punishment like those unlucky few. Because every single time they'd blow that âdeath hornâ as you called it. You knew someone was either gonna be dead or left to die, bleeding out.
It was a sick guessing game.
And everytime someone initiated that heart dropping tune, a shudder would run down your spine. But what was strange about it was that everyone knew what to do without even being instructed too. Like machines, everyone would drop everything they were doing and make their way to the courtyard.
As if it put them under a trance.
You remembered the first time you heard it. Just after you dropped the last apple into your basket. That twisted melody aired through the establishment causing you to freeze in fear. The ambience of everyoneâs demeanor changed from lighthearted to stoic in a blink. It was terrifying to see it without context. But now knowing the meaning behind it, you understood why they acted that way.
You werenât gonna lie, seeing people die so savagely, it scared you. Made you lose hope of actually trying and planning an escape. You could see it in everyone's eyes; despair and hopeless. And you were starting to get that mentality too.
Hopeless.
Mallory was the only hope you truly had. Just seeing her every single day after a long and rough day working in fields brought a smile to your lips, even if you had no reason to smile that day. She didnât just earn that title, âmedicâ she owned it. She taught you the ropes of basic and advanced medical care.
It wasnât the lessons you lovedâwell of course you loved it, but you loved hearing the woman talk about her past and dreams as a child. You never knew why, but every conversation you had with her felt like a mother and daughter bonding over fresh cookies, they baked together.
You loved her.
You want better for her.
You knew she wouldnât get it hereânoâŠwith the way they treat her.
Itâs impossible for her to live a peaceful life for when she grew too old and canât move around without complaining about joint pain.
Because the truth was, she was getting older. Time wasnât stopping for her. And you could see it. And youâd be lying out of your ass if you didnât say you were worried about her. The endless nights of caring for wounded people, was taking a toll on the old woman's body.
That sweet old altruistic woman who nursed you back to health and still does. Scolding you like a little girl who tripped over a rock from being unaware of her surroundings. But you knew she loved and worried about youâall the time.
Parents say they know everything about their child, and in this case. She definitely knew something was up when you started to act weird. Suspicious.
But of course, she never questioned youâmostly because she thought you were grieving. And sheâs never questioned the way you grievedâeven if your ways of grieving could get you killed or worse.
Now why were you grieving? Omid, itâs one of the biggest burdens youâll ever have to carry. He was one of your closest friends. One out of the many people you knew, you could truly trust. He was actually one of the people you confided in with your ideas of escaping.
And he encouraged you.
He told you, heâd help you for as long as he could because he had an advance. An advance, so little had, but honestly so many that people wouldnât want to have. He was Lianaâs personal maid, or pushover. He would take you the amount of bullying heâd take from her and her fucking goons.
And he was such a good person, he didnât deserve any of it.
None of it.
Liana would threaten to kill him in brutal ways in front of everyone if he fucked upâeven if it was the little mistake. And of course it was all talkânever bite. Until she did bite, and hard. Hearing from friends, you heard that Omid was tripped on purpose by one of Lianaâs members while holding a tray of drinks during a meeting. Spilling all the drinks over Lianas fresh plans for future establishment builds.
It wasnât pretty finding his body, strung up like a pig, gutted. It broke you, left you in a depressive, guilt trip state. Because you werenât quick enough. He gave all the information he could find on layouts, patrol routes and more. But you were slow, it was hard finding people who were brave enough to help.
And now your lack of being effective payed itâs price.
Now, you sat in front of his makeshift grave that everyone pitched in to make, watching the dirt falling from your hand as you continuously kept playing with it.
Shouldâve been me, not you..
I was slow..
Iâm so sorryâŠ
You. Shouldâve been, you. Staring at the ground, unable to stare at your friend, even now in death. Your mind is tormenting you for being incompetent. Wiping a tear away, you get up from your kneeling position and finally look at your friend's graveâfor the last time.
âIâm sorry, O-Omid.â you say quietly.
It was a mistake that wouldnât be made again. Because walking away, you leave with a sense of determinationâand maybe honor, too. You were gonna escape this fucking nightmare in honor for him. Because the truth is you were scared of losing everyone you loved and being alone.
And that was happeningâslowly.
You couldnât cower in a corner in hopes of a person with more bravery to rise and lead you to freedom because the truth was everyone was just as terrified as you.
So, You had to.
And the following months to now, have been twisted to worse to good. You manage to sum up a large number of people to join. Thanks to the help of a black sheep. Or to be less crypticâa traitor.
Ada, a rat willing to ruin everything that benefits her, seemed fishy. Because why would a slaver ever think to help you? It smelled like hardcore bullshitâat least at first. Because when she pulled you to the side and began begging you to reconsiderâmade you feel indifferent.
But it shocked you how alike the two of you were, both what did whatever the two of you needed to do, to survive. Just that she joined a cause that wasn't a good one. She hated every single time that happened to these innocent people, but pretended to be okay with it for the benefits that came with being a soldier.
And now having someone from the enemy side on yours was one of the best things to happen to you, from Omid and Adaâs little hideout she found, it made the process much easier.
From mapping areas to keep stolen supplies, to finding weak spots on the high walls surrounding the facility, to locations after the operation of âWhere to go if separated.â You had everything set into motion. Expect one thing, getting Mallory out of here, and agreeing to everythingâor some of it. Whether you had to drag her out of here, youâll be getting her out of here.
She was the only thing that was holding you back.
âLook, I know, this is gonna be hard to understand sigh butâplease just hear me out, okay?âFuck ughhâ you groan, running a hand through your hair. Youâve been standing in front of a mirror for minutesâwhich felt like hours, just rehearsing what youâll say to Mallory. And every single approach you try to go through with, you couldnât see the outcome. It felt useless, you went through every sentence starter in your book!
âStill working on what'll you say to Mal?â a voice interrupts your daily rehearsal.
You huff and look back to see Ada whoâs walking through the door, âYeahâŠâ
A laugh flows through the girl's windpipe, âWhy donât you just tell her?âwithout all this rehearsal bullshit.â
You roll your eyes and face the mirror once again, âBecause you donât know her like I doâShe's gonna freak out if I just say; Oh hey, Ima gonna be doing the one thing that you warned me not to do!â you say sarcastically.
âYeouchâŠâ She breathes out, sitting down and contorting her body forward, looking down at the carefully configured plans.
You sigh in defeat, deciding to try again later, and walk over to Ada to view the plans as well, âAnything new?â
Ada shakes her head, âNope, but the lady boss is losing her shit over the dropping percentage in food..â
A smile blooms on your lips, âAlright, well, I think we should be set then. I just have to tell Mallory and weâre good!â
Ada just nods in responseâweird, âWhat? Youâre not excited to be leaving this shit hole?â You inquired.
âOf course Iâm ready to leave this placeâjust..when?â
You try laughing it off, âWhat do you mean, âwhenâ?â
âI mean when are you gonna tell Mallory?â she restates bluntly, her gaze turned to set on you firmly, âBecause it seems like weâll never leave with the way things are going.â
Youâre stunned as you look at the girl below you as she continues, âYou tell her today or tomorrow orââ
âor what?â You interrupt, becoming defensive, âyouâre gonna leave me?â you accuse.
Your accusation leaves Ada speechless for just a moment before arguing back, âNo, I wouldnât leave you. Iâm talking about leaving Mallory behind if it comes to that. We canât save everyoneââ
âOh fuck you, Iâm not leaving Mallory behind! She deserves a shot at a better life!â You remark.
âAnd the others donât?â She emphasizes, standing up from her chair, âââcause it seems like you've only cared about yourself more than the people around, depending on you.â
You felt every word hit your gut one by one because she was right, you were being selfish. Only thinking about Mallory and not the hundred lives at stake. Youâve been careless as of lately, wasting time and for what?âbecause you were scared? Youâd be the reason if this whole operation doesn't go according to plan.
But you never could think rationally when angry, if it wasnât you that got yourself in trouble, it was always your big mouth that did.
Just never know when to shut up, do you?
âRight because itâs totally not your fault why Iâm here.â you chide sarcastically while pointing your finger in her face condescendingly. The look Ada relays when those words leave your mouth sends waves of guilt throughout your body. Staring at the womanâs expression in front morphe from anger to disbelief in the matter of seconds.
âFuck you.â She spits out before walking past you and out the door.
You sigh upon hearing the door slam, soaking into your overwhelming guilt. What went through your head to think that was right to say? Oh rightânone. You throw yourself onto the now vacant chair. Your head goes slack and is only caught by the palm of your hand.
You stay in this position trying to justify why you say that. You could blame it on sleep, but who the fuck says that? On what?âTwo hours?âThree? Shit..when was the last time your head hit a pillow?
With a sigh, you get up from the chair and begin to look over the written plans. Instead of worrying about your recent actions. With every minute passing, you start feeling the fatigue finally catching up with you. Take a break, you deserve itâright? Despite the opposing side of your conscious saying otherwise, you stand up and pace around the room to stretch your aching muscles.
Waddling around the room like a chicken with its head cut off, you stop in front of the mirror once more and just stare at yourself. Whatâs wrong with you? You feel that guilt creeping up and looming over your shoulder as you stare at yourself. Scrutinizing whatâs more prominent to you; the scar on your cheek, the rough and dry spots on your skin, the recent bruise you got as a warning, scaling up and off your imperfections and landing on your hair.
You never really took it into consideration, but your hair was a hazard. Pulling open the drawer, you see the solution to said concern. Scissors. Without any hesitation, you pick them and cut a large portion of your hair. You watch in the mirror as the hair cascades down and on the floor. You donât stare for long and cut until thereâs nothing left to cut.
Hair grows back anywayâitâs no biggie, you continue to repeat over and over in your head as you stare at your reflection. Setting the scissors down, you brush any stray hairs off of you when you hear it. That bone chilling soundâor âThe death hornâ as you call it, blares throughout the building and through the walls into your eardrums. You wince upon hearing that deafening sound that pumps fear through your veins.
Who is it this time?
In a blink, youâre gone and flying down the winding hallway to the courtyard.
Ada?
Tears blind your sight as you rush towards the end of the hallway and make a sharp right turn.
Mallory?
You make it to your heart-wrenching destination and are met with a crowd surrounding the podium where thereâs five people standing on it, whom you immediately recognizeâwell at least the first three. The leader's voice, Liana, is more prominent as she speaks to the vibrant crowd. And the two behind her on each side are guards, but the last two arenât identifiable, only seeing the top layout of their heads as the crowds block the rest of their body. You haveâNo, need to know who the last two are.
They have to be okayâit canât be them!
Your body is tense with anticipation of finding out as you rush towards the crowd, pushing your way through. The crowdsâ voices only intensify the momentum in you. Just as you see an opening to the front and try to make a move for it, youâre hindered from doing so when a hand wraps around your forearm.
The grip is strong and pauses any planned sudden movement which elicits you to glance back at the person. Itâs Ashley, her facial expressions covered in worry as she stares at you with tears rolling down her cheeks, âDon't goâY/n stay here please!â she begs.
Her pleads only feed into your curiosity, Stay?âNo, you canât stay!âoh but you canââAshley, let me go!â you began to try to loosen your arm from her grip, but to no avail. Your struggles only are met with Ashley tightening her grip, âNo! I won't let you seeâPlease!â she begs once more.
All her desperate attempts to make you stay are futile, because with one harsh pull, you're released from her grip and stumble back. A bystander catches you before you can truly fall on the ground and once on your feet, you run. Run as fast as you can from Ashleyâyour protruding thoughts to stay with her. To not look at what lies before you.
Until you do, and god did you wish, this was just a bad figment that your brain made up. That youâd wake up in the comforts of your dirty mattress besideâMallory. Sheâs one of the final pieces to the stressful puzzle, a damaged puzzle piece. Sheâs on her knees, Hands bound behind her back, and blind folded. And beside her is the final puzzle pieceâthe final nail in your coffin.
Ada, sheâs in the same position as Mallory, but not badly beaten as her. Her lip tremors in fear as the woman behind both of them continues to speak, âThese two have been selfish and are a danger to our thriving community here.â What?âNoâŠ,âTherefore, they need to be dealt with accordingly.â This statement only riles up the crowd and you, âN-no! Mallory! Ada! No, no, please!â You try to proceed forward, but stopped once again when arms wrap over your body.
Itâs Ashley's voice that can be heard behind you telling you to stop and how youâre gonna get yourself hurt or worse going up there. But you donât careâNoâŠnot when the two people you let back into your heart are gonna perish in front of youâNo, you need to do somethingâAnything!
âGet the fuck off of me!â you scream, thrashing around her arms.
You try and try but to no availâyouâre not successful. You watch the gun in Liana's hand aim towards the back of Malloryâs head. And with every amount of breath in youâyou scream out ânoâ just maybeâŠitâll do something.
âPlease, no!â You cry out, but at that moment everything is in slow motion for you. You watch as with no hesitation from the carrier, the gun fires and the bullet goes flying. Your body feels weakâunable to look or stand anymore so you fall on your knees letting out guttural sobs as you hear the sound of her body dropping to the ground and losing all its vitality.
As quick as life came, so did it go.
You couldnât feel or hear anythingânothing. Not the voice of Ashley or her actions of trying to get you up againânothing. Well actuallyâŠyou did feel one thing; Anger. The feeling of it coursing through your veins, but waitâŠAda! No, not again! You canât lose her tooâ
The sound of a gunshot pierces your eardrums and plays havoc into your trance instantly. The familiar thud of another body falling on the ground causes the crowd behind you to lose all control and sets fear into you.
Who is it this time?
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Loser!Ellie Hcs
Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fart noises with her mouth when you bend down to pick up something, and making fun of you for âfarting.â
âEwww, that one was nasty!â
A scoff leaves your mouth as you stand up, looking back to send a death stare her way to which makes her walk over to you, giggling.
âItâs okay, everyone farts.â she says with a cheeky grin.
An eye roll from you further causes Ellie to full on laugh and wrap her arms around your waist, pressing kisses to your neck.
She would be so silly with it too. Finding different ways to comment on you âfarting.â
âThatâs some narly tooting there, babe.â
âWoof, another left the cannon!â she says, pinching her nose while actually fanning the air to shooing away the smell as if it was real.
âA bomb just dropped, take cover!â
Imagining Loser! Ellie who invites you over to her house when you first started dating to review her concerningly large comic book collection.
âHow do you have some many?!â you exclaim, looking over the many boxes filled with comics.
âI had to do some things to acquire such items that I rather not corrupt your mind with.â she says in a rather poor attempt of sounding suspicious and menacing.
âGod, youâre such a loser! you laugh, and watch as Ellie immediately drops the act and turns into a big giant tomato.
A little shy ânoâ leaves her lips to which makes you smile and lean over to kiss her, âItâs okay, youâre my loser.â
Imagining Loser! Ellie who also has a smaller collection of space related books than the rather getting out-of-hand comic collection.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who has the deadliest grip over the last chicken while sending a death stare your way when you do that one trend on her to see if sheâd grab her phone instead.
Imagining Loser! Ellie whoâs laughing to the point thereâs tears in her eyes when she suggested the both of you paint each other. And when revealed, hers was very detailed and while yoursâŠâwas insteresting.â Ellieâs wordsâŠ
Imagining Loser! Ellie who makes fun of people who dress âcringeâ, but also wears this.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who write love songs for you in her little journal of hers and even plays them on her guitar. Youâve even caught her once.
Upon walking into your home, you hear muffled talking or singing. Presuming itâs Ellie, you walk into the room to see her with gutiar in hand. Immediately when she sees you she stops what sheâs doing and look up, her face turning red.
âOhâshit, youâre home earlyâŠâ she says, laughing nervously, settling her guitar aside and greeting you with a hug and kiss as usual.
A little laugh leaves your lips as you return such greeting and ask, âWhat were you doing?â
She pulls away from the embrace and looks down upon hearing the question. Playing with her pinky and rings finger, she responds, âOh, yaâ knowâjustâŠplaying.â
âJust playing? But I heard you singing.â
An audible gulp is heard from the nervous girl as she looks up at you, âI was writing a song.â she finally admits.
A wave of surprise washed over you, âOhâwow. CanâŠI hear it?â
âUhh, maybe later..â
You chuckle and nod, âAlright then, my little musician. You can work on!â you quip.
A nervous smile presents itself on Ellieâs lips, âShut up.â
Loser! Ellie who does let you listen to the song, but is stuttering and messing up the whole time!âPoor girl, you make her nervous :(âTo which earns her a kiss on the cheek and a âYou got this, baby. Just relaxâ To which she actually does! She Some might say it was the kiss that did it.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who has a special spot in her journal fill of doodles of you.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who has mutiple unfinished paintings of you that with time will be finished, just has to find time in her super busy scheduleâthat consists of sleeping and bothering youâto finished them.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who sleeps with stuff animals.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who HAS to absolutely listen to music when doing anything, literally doesnât matter it could be showering, dishes, getting ready, etc. Thereâs music playing.
Imagining Loser! Ellie whoâs a big âSavage Starlightâ nerd and actually at some point sent in one of her best fanart to the official insta page, but never got a response. :(
But the girl canât take failure as a option and is still hopeful saying, âTheyâll open my messageâŠeventually.â with a sad little huff.
Imagining Loser! Ellie whoâs screaming from the bathroom when she actually gets a response back!
You knock frantically on the door to realize it when sheâs opens the phone and youâre met with her phone being shoved into your face, âLook, Look, Look!
A slight irritated sigh leaves your lips as you look at Ellies phoneâwhich has mysterious residue stains on itâand see the instagram post. Once reading the caption praising Ellie for her work, you look up from the phone and at her, âI thought you were getting killed, Ellie! GodâŠâ
âAweeee, you care about me?â she says, putting her hands on her chest.
âNo, I came to make sure they finished the job.â you reply with a cheeky grin.
âOh wowâŠwell in that case, gimme my phone and get out!â she frowns.
You roll my eyes playfully and chuckle, giving back her phone, âMake sure to flush.â you say, closing the door.
âThat was one time!â you hear a muffled shout.
Imagining Loser! Ellie whose phone is filled with multiple pictures of you. Some of you, sleeping, doing chores around the house, cookingâand some with you seeming to be yelling at her in the photo for not helping, and terrible pictures of you that you beg her to delete, but she protests saying, theyâre âbeautifulâ to her.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who steals your chapstick since she always loses herâs within a few days of having it.
âEllie?â you call out, searching in your nightstand for your chapstick.
âYeah, babe?â you hear her voice become more clearly as she walks into the bedroom.
âHas you seen my chapstick? My lips are terribly dryâŠâ you huff, unable to find it in your clutter.
âUhh, no.â
*Imagine her in the background, sneakily swiping your chapstick back and forth on her lips as you annoyedly rummage through your stuff for it.* LMAOOO
Imagining Loser! Ellie who does feel bad and buys you a ten pack of chapstick, stealing one of course for herself.
Imagining Loser! Ellie who buys those princess or even soda chapstick ones.
(Okay iâll stop talking about chapsticksâŠđ)
Imagining Loser! Ellie who seems to never drink water, but instead drinks like Arizona, Dr. Pepper, or Canada-dry, etc.
Imagining Loser! Ellie whoâs rather disgusting when eating. Having dried up residue on the side of her mouth from dinner which was hours ago only to lick it off.
âMmm, that burger was good.â
âYouâre disgusting.â
Imagining Loser! Ellie who sometimes, but not all the times, thinks about how lucky she is/was to getâor âpullâ as she says to her friendsâsomeone like you.
Loser! Ellie who loves you for loving her despite her quirks!
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Outline: The one thing Ellie loves about being spider-woman is her webs. Yeah, she puts them to great use.
Word count: 450
Warnings: MINORS DNI â SMUT AHEAD + Dom, mean! Ellie + Sub! Reader + Oral + Fingering + Bondage
After a whole day of fighting and webbing around the city being spider-woman. Ellie can return to her other life, one that she rather and wishes she can stay in forever with you. Everyday was a trial. A trial of trying not to be buried six feet under. But that trial ended for today because now she can be buried in between her girlfriendâs legs.
âHo-ho-holyâshit!â your voice crescendos, trying desperately to move away from Ellieâs mouth, but the sheer iron grip she has on you proves difficult to succeed.
Ellie relinquished in the sweet sounds that came out of your mouth. This was the one thing she looked forward to after a day of fighting to save the world, to come back and be rewarded with this. And while she did tell you to stop squirming a while ago, how can you when sheâs made you cum like over two times?!
Ellie moans against you upon feeling your hands tug on her hair, not knowing whether to shove her away or pull her in was your trial.
She replaces her tongue with her fingers, pumping in and out of you as she stares up at you. Your arousal coating a thin layer on the lower half of her face, âYou canât seem to follow simple fucking instructions, huh?â she rebukes.
âIâmâŠsorr-sorry.â You whimper, trying your best to follow your girlfriendâs past instructions to stay still, but you really werenât the type to listen, were you?
The loss of her fingers causes you to whimper, but you canât even process whatâs happening until you look up at your hands as theyâre above your head with now webs entrapping them. You feel more pressure but this time on your legs, you gasp when you look down to see your legs webbed up as-well. Theyâre positioned so you canât close your legs around her head.
âCanât go anywhere now, huh baby?â She fakes a pout, but canât help herself any longer and smiles, proud of the work in front of her. You try to squirm against the white sticky substance, but just like her grip, itâs proven to be difficult.
A moan escapes your lips immediately when you feel her mouth on your core once more. Intoxicated by the overwhelming pleasure, you start trying moving again, but canât.
Ellie seems to notice this and starts to laugh meanly, âYou said you can take whatever I give you, baby. So honor that shit.â she says before lowering herself down once more, moaning against your core, savoring in the sweet taste of you.
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Outline: Trouble in paradise? Go to marriage counseling! Theyâll teach you the ins and outs! *wink wink*
Word count: 830
Warnings: MINORS DNI â SMUT AHEAD + Dom! Abby + Sub! Reader + Smut with little plot + Roleplaying + A refers to R as âMiss Hardingâ + Fingering
âYou want me to be what?â you laugh nervously with some shock underlying it.
A sigh of regret mixed with embarrassment of her request caused Abby to sit down on the bed, bringing her hand to rub her eyes, âYou know what, never mind.â
âNo, no, I want to too but it wasâŠjust out of the blue.â you say while sitting down beside Abby and placing your hand on her shoulder.
Itâs her request that brings back past events when your marriage counselor suggested that you and Abby should âexplore each otherâs fantasy, to better learn about one anotherâ was a shocker to the two of you. Definitely not what you expected going into counseling, but here you are assigned with homework to, âexplore each other.â God was the duration of your ride home lingering with awkwardness. All you could really think about was what the women said after assigning the homework, âYour partner can still always surprise you.â
When the two of you got home, words were barely exchanged until now. Confronting the elephant in the bedroom. Abby was taking her shirt off while you were taking yours off as well when she said it.
âYou know what I was thinking?â she says, throwing her shirt in the hamper, leaving her in her undershirt.
An acknowledged hum comes out of you as you struggle to take off your blouse. âHm? And what is that?â
âI was thinkingâŠâ she trails off, her voice sounding more prominent as she walks over to your side of the bed, lifting her hand up to help free the last pesky button which causes you to look up. ââŠabout what the counselor said.â her voice sounding low and soft with every breath wasted on words leaving a sudden shiver down your spine.
âAbout the roleplaying?â you inquire.
âMhm, about the roleplaying. And I was thinking it would be really hot if you were a patient coming into my office for a check up.â she says.
And thatâs how you ended up here, with your wife knuckles deep in your cunt. A moan slips your lips as you look up at her now darkened blue eyes. Her fingers pumping in and out of you deliciously which elicits your back to arch off the bed, âOh abbyââ
âDr. Anderson.â she reprimands with a pause to curl her fingers into your g-spot which causes you to yelp, bucking your hips.
âDr. AndersonâŠâ
Her last name leaving your lips, the one you so proudly have now once you married her has her underwear soaked. Seeing you in this state because of her only worses it. âYeah, Iâll have you leaving my office all better up, missâŠHarding.â she says, kissing and sucking bruises into your neck which further your overwhelming pleasure.
âOr maybe I wonât. So you can keep coming back here. And be my favorite patientâŠYeah?â She smirks, feeling your gummy walls hug around her fingers at the expense of her lewd words. âYeah, youâd like that a lot, wouldnât you?â
âYe-Yes, Doctor Anderson.â you let out a shuddered moan, âYesâŠI would love that.â
âMmm, good girl.â
All her dirty words only bring you closer to the precipice of your climax. And with the way she knew your body like the back of her hand. You werenât gonna last long with her heaven sent fingers stretching you out perfectly, pumping in and out, curling into your g-spot. And donât yourself start on her carefully calculated movements, how fast she knows to go to make you see the stars. She is a doctor after all. Anatomy is her thing.
âOh, DoctorâFuck!âIâmââ youâre cut off by your own release. Your head falling back on the plush of your pillow. Your heavy breathing followed by the soft ticklish smooches of Abby kissing your neck to your jaw while slowly removing her fingers which makes you whimper at loss and watch her bring her fingers to her mouth to taste you on her tongue.
She moans at the taste of you before looking back at you with a smirk. âWell miss harding..â she jesters with a chuckle. âYou made quite the mess, but that can be addressed upon your departure.â
âOh yeah?â you respond, breathy.
âMhm, and how do you rate your visit today, miss harding?â she says, not able to contain the smile begging to spread, and leans down to kiss you.
âQuite a ride, Dr. Anderson.â you say in between kisses, giggling.
âA good one?â
âUhm yeah! A âwe should definitely try this againâ one.â you chuckle, cupping Abbyâs face to kiss her once more.
A soft laugh leaves Abbyâs lips as she looks down at you, her expression seeming to soften. âI love you.â She speaks in a quieter tone.
And maybe in that moment, you can thank your counselor instead of constantly insulting her, in your head of course. Because she was right about one thing. Your partner can definitely still surprise you.
âI love you too, abs.â
a/n; Got this idea in the shower. Yeah, Iâm đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ like thatâŠ
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Ceo!abby coming home after a day of hard workđđ»
Reciprocated Love
Outline: Everybody wants/has a job, but hates the stress that comes with it. Thank-fucking-god Abby has her stress reliever at home waiting, all prettied up, just for her.
Word Count: 407
Warnings: FLUFF + Mentions of past relationships (A) + OTHERWISE JUST PURE GAY :D (SighâŠi love lesbians)
Imagining Ceo!Abby coming back from an exasperating day of work. Hearing her assistant nagging about her deadline to signing off on deals. Upcoming meetings that she canât even comprehend anymore. And donât get her started on the incompetent dunces she has to call employees. Just thinking about it right now brought the beginnings of a migraine.
Sheâs rubbing her eyes as she walks through the front door, ripping her keys off from the lock and shutting the door behind her with her foot. The pressure on the sides of her head are the first stages of hell.
âAbby?â
There it was, the painkillers to her pain. Your sweet as honey voice. Her eyes snap open as a smile immediately adorns her face. There you are, walking out of your shared bedroom with a concerned look painted on your face.
âMigraine?â you inquired.
A sigh escapes Abbyâs lipsâone, she didnât know she was holding, âYeahâfucking migraines.â She shakes her head with a huff.
A light chuckle can be heard from you, âAlright, lemme get the Tylenol.â
It was heartwarming to know how much you care for her. It made her feel appreciated since her whole life was so chaotic, and so she never really had the time for relationships. And when she did, it was always her that gave, gave, gave! Never once received. Received, the one thing she yearned for.
Reciprocated love.
Maybe thatâs why watching you go to the kitchen to grab painkillers for her was the best thing to watch happen. Yes, it was the bare minimum, but to her, it was everything. You showed that you care for her, not her wealth or status, her.
Now the longer she waited around, the tighter the pressure around Abbyâs head grew. Squeezing her eyes shut again, groaning at the discomfort while bringing her hand up to her head to try and smooth the ache. The familiar sound of pills rattling grabbed her attention, causing her to open her eyes again.
In front of her were two white pills in the palm of your hand, âHere, and go take a shower. Iâll be in bed with the humidifier on.â
A smile shines on her face, âWith the lavender oil?â
Another chuckle escapes your lip, âyesâwith the lavender oil.â you confirm with a nod and smile.
Abby nods and walks off, but not before kissing your cheek. Showing appreciation to the best girl in the world.
You.
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Who are you, really?
Outline: Love is many things; beautiful, transformative, but isnât always like that. It can also be dangerous, deceiving, and in this case, itâs all the above for you. Can you break your morals for love?
Word Count: 3.7k+
Warnings: Modern au + Readerâs pov + No baby JJ + D and R are in their mid 30s + Established relationship + Description of violence + Mentions of death + Multiple mentions of sexual depictions + Flashback + Angst + Mentions of R being a workaholic + Fluff + Raunchy humor + Italics are Râs thoughts + The bold italics are just for narration!
Chapter one -> Next Chapter
The loud sound of something being slammed on your desk disrupted your âeye restâ break. Startled, your eyes subconsciously snap open to see another pile of files on your desk. Fuck, more?! And standing behind them is your boss.
Shit..
âSleeping on the job again, I assume?â the feminine voice penetrates your eardrums.
You groan, rubbing your eye, âNo, noââ you sigh, âjust resting my eyes, sorry maâam.â
âWell resting your eyesââ she emphasized, ââainât gonna solve the cases that are piling on your desk, Y/n.â
You sighed, âI know, I know, you know I wouldnât slack off on these casesâjustâŠneed some coffee.â you responded. You need more than just coffee, you needed some fucking clarity. An explanation to tell everyone around you, but mostly for yourself. Having multiple endless sleepless nights trying to conjure up an explanation. With all these unsolved casesâor should I say horrific cases piling your desk like damn skyscrapers. How could you sleep?
From the last viewing of past crimes, youâve seen the gruesome length, this killer isnât afraid to tread. But this wasn't unusual for you, youâre a crime scene investigatorâlead crime scene Investigator on this ongoing caseâsorry. So this became the norm for you. But with the norm came responsibilities, and with responsibility came stress. This maniac has been roaming around for years now, murdering innocent victims.
Only now, their murders have been getting more brutal. Old reports stated, âvictim found with multiple stab wounds to the chest areaâ to now reporting, finding them with stab wounds and or either their âabdomens guttedâ or âlimbs missingâ that would be later found spread out in public spaces.
What a sick fuck.
But the one thing they were notorious for was leaving evidence. It wasnât actually evidence to get them caught. No, They were fucking smart, youâd give them that. It was just evidence to get you and your team excited to only realize it leads to a dead end, leaving everyone frustrated. This fucker was toying with you. You were gonna make sure this asshole pays for what he did. Even if it kills you.
Because having the victimsâ family belittle you and your team infuriated you. Because who were they to call you and your team quote on quote, âjust a bunch of useless idiots sitting on their asses eating donuts?!â My god, thatâs just a fucking stereotype!âactually a glazed donut sounds good right nowâ
âHey, Y/n?âY/n!â a voice ripples through your ongoing thoughts.
âHuh?âAhh shit!â You hiss as the scolding hot coffee lands and burns your skin. Pulling your hand to your chest and holding the irritated skin, you look behind to see your colleague, Sam.
âShitâyou okay?â he asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
âYeah, yeahâIâm fine.â Fucking coffee, âYou staying late tonight?â you ask.
âNo, no, gotta get home to the missus tonight and you?â he says with a gruffy chuckle.
You chuckle as well and respond, âUhhâno, Iâm staying late tonight, gotta finish up a few thingsâŠâ you say while grabbing your steaming coffee carefully and walking over to the coffee counter display. He follows slowly behind and leans against the counter beside you and replies, âOhâŠalrightâjust be careful. These recent killings, man, they have everyone on edge.â he warns.
That warning makes you chuckle, âTrust me, I can deal with some asshole.â you reply while pouring some of the coffee out and ripping open a sugar packet, pouring the contents inside your cup. But you didnt hear him laugh along, instead a unamused sigh leaving his mouth, âY/nââ Fuck, here we go again, ââAlright, alright, Iâll be safe, god.â you interrupt with a little chuckle to avoid an awkward moment.
He sighs, âYou canât joke around like thatââ This fucking guy ââI said Iâll be safe.â interrupting once more with a serious tone. The immediate seriousness in your voice catches him off guard, making him back off. âAlright, sorryâŠIâllâŠsee you tomorrow.â he responds sheepishly and begins to walk away as you finish making your coffee.
You turn your head to see your colleague walking away, feeling the guilt settling in your stomachâFuck..
You didnât mean to blow off on him like that. Youâve just been restless and so tense lately and no one can take a fucking joke. Granted, it was a shitty one, but still! Pull the sticks out your asses, guys and laugh! With a sigh, you sip your still bitter coffeeâafter putting in a bunch of creamersâand enter your office to resume on an unfinished report.
You were on a roll! Finishing report after report, you loved the adrenaline you got from this. You could run two fucking marathons this rush coursing through your veins. Until the sound of your alarm disturbs the high. That stupid ass Justin Bieber song starts to play; âBaby, baby, baby oh!â With a groan, you grab the noisy phone from your pocket, holding it in your hand causes the phone to light up. It gives you a better look at the alarmâs display and with the name for it above, âTime to cum home!â Upon reading the name, it causes you to laugh while turning off the alarm.
God, I love her..
Standing up from your comfortable office chair, you begin packing your belongings up and pushing aside the empty coffee cups that desperately need to be thrown out. Eh..Iâll do it later. you wonât be doing it âlaterâ. Nonetheless, you shut off the lights and begin trudging to the main officeâs elevator, pressing the call button.
Grabbing your phone from your pocket once again, you go to the message app, and texting your girlfriend, Dina. You smile at the past conversation with your lover and text her.
You wait a couple seconds for the âDeliveredâ receipt to turn to, âReadâ, but it was a possible chance it wouldnât since you knew tonight she was gonna stay up late working on designs for one of her clients. But the dinging sound of the elevator doors causes you to look up from your phone and walk inside. Turning off your phone and putting it back in your pocket, you press the button for the ground floor and begin your descent when that stupid ass alarm blares off again; âBaby, baby, baby oh!â You groan, immediately take out your phone to turn it off.
âStupid ass fucking song.â you mumbled annoyedly.
Few months priorâŠ
You walk into your shared bedroom to find your girlfriend fiddling with your phone. At first, you didnât mind until you started hearing multiple alarm sounds coming from Dinaâs direction causing you to turn around.
âBae, what are you doing?â you ask while settling yourself down behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, and placing your chin on her shoulder gently to look down at what sheâs doing.
âSetting an alarm for you.â she replies.
Her answer elicits a chuckle and you begin to try taking your phone away from her playfully. âDina, bae, you know I donât need my phone to wake me up in the morning. I have the alarm clock for that.â
With every attempt to grabbing your phone results in being unsuccessful as she moves it out of your reach. âIt's not for that.â she states, causing you to become even more confused.
âOh?âwhatâs it for then?â you say with a cheeky smile and start to hum dramatically as if youâre thinking what it could be used for as you inquire again, âis it a reminder to eat you outââ
âY/n!â she interrupts you, causing you to burst out laughing while she elbows your arm.
âNo, you perv!â she quips with a smile, âitâs so you know when to come back from work.â
Your laughter slowly dies out and immediately giveher a look, âto stop working? babeââ
ââAh, ah, ah, no, before you start, this is set because I know how you are.â
âannddâ you drag out, âhow am I?â you ask playfully with a smirk.
She huffs, âYouâre a workaholicâ she bluntly says, âand tend to stay in your office for a long period of time even after your shift has ended!â she argues.
Her statement causes your playful demeanor to drop instantly and rest your head on her shoulder again, âBaby, you know Iâm trying not to do that anymore.â you say softly.
âI know you are, but this is just to ensure that.â she softens her voice and looks back at you. Thereâs awkward silence between the two of you. Before a sigh from your girlfriend breaks that silence, âIâm just worried about you, thatâs all.â You knew that she meant well and just acted this way out of fear. Terrified, Sheâd get the heart dropping call that you âcollapsed at work and now in the hospitalâ again. No, she couldn't relive that moment again. No, you wouldnât let that happen. Not again.
So you didnât protest any further, just giving a nod and watching your girlfriend set the alarm. And even trying to lighten up the mood by helping her pick the most goofiest alarm sound that you knew youâd come to hate. But you didnât care since you knew itâd bring the one girl you entrusted with your heart, comfort.
PresentâŠ
The pattering of rain hitting your windshield as you drive down the familiar neighborhood feels so relaxing. Soothing even, itâs one of those rare comforts you get from your chaotic life and each time the feeling eventuates, you embrace it. But even though you try desperately to cling onto this feeling tightly, it always leaves. Always leaving a bitter feeling behind. With this same feeling coursing through your body, you pull into the driveway of your one story house. Turning off the engine, you donât move instead resting your head on the steering wheel, listening and counting carefully to all the soft thumps that cast down on your car.
Pull yourself together..
Reluctantly, you get out of your car and walk to the entrance of your house while stuffing your hand in your pocket, searching for your keys. Fucking keys, where are you? Until the sharp edge of the key prickles your finger as you mouth the word âowâ before grabbing the key and sticking it in the keyhole. Twisting the key, unlocking the door to your cozy house.
Ahh, home at last.
Walking inside, you throw your keys into the bowl with Dinaâs. âDina?â you call out as you shut the door behind you and begin kicking your shoes off. No response. âDina?â you call out again while losing your tie. No response once againâwait is that the water running? You hum in confusion and walk down the hallway, looking to the right, you see Dinaâs ipad on the dining table with papers scattered around it.
Tattoo sketches..but where is the artist?
You avert your gaze ahead and continue walking down the winding hallway. The running water can be heard more prominent now, She must be in the bathroom. Now in front of the bathroom door, you can confirm that the water is running from the other endâbut thereâs also rustling. âDina?â you knock on the door, âBaby, Iâm home.â you say, waiting for a response.
âYeah, yeahâIâll be out in a bitâŠjust using the bathroom!â The familiar voice says, causing you to smile.
âAlrightâIâll be in the kitchen.â you say and begin your way to said location.
âOkay!â you hear faintly as you walk away.
In the kitchen, you pour yourself some water, leaning against the counter, and closing your eyes. Trying not to think of the stresses of work, even though thatâs all whatâs been clouding your mind for months. Dismembered corpseâpublic spaceâsome guttedâmissing limbsâsome having the same fateâoh godâŠ
The sound of a door opening and soft footsteps approaching cause you to open your eyes and clear all those thoughts. You exhale, preparing yourselfâFor what? Upon seeing the raven haired girl, you set your glass down on the counter and walk over to you. Wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her.
âHey baby.â
âHey, you okay?â she says with a hint of worry in her tone.
The feeling of Dina caressing your cheek elicits a sigh, âY-yeahâno, I'm okay. You took a shower?â you ask, noticing her damp hair.
A frown adorns on her face, but she answers your question. âYeah, couldnât really think so i took a shower.â
You nod, âAlrightâwell I should probably take one.â
She just hums in acknowledgment, seeming to be lost in thought. You knew when she was quiet like thisâsomething was up.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Thereâs a pause, before uttering out, âAre you sure, youâre okay?â
You stare at your girlfriend, hesitant to worry or even plagued with her thoughts with those gruesome scenes that certainly keep you up at night. But you know, that itâll only worry her more if you donât say anything soââJust workâŠI donât knowââ
âYou do know, Y/nâ She interrupts, not impressed by your response.
That intrusion leaves you speechless, pulling away from her embrace, you lean against the counter, âI knowâŠjust needâlittle rest thatâs all.â
She crosses her arms once you pull away and just watches you. Eventually she walks past you, muttering something under her breath.
You feel your heart drop to watch your girlfriend act this way. Can I blame her? You sigh and walk towards her while she looks inside the fridge, wrapping your arms around her waist, âI donât mean to worry you, Dinaââ
ââWell you are.â she sighs, shutting the fridge door. Her focus turns to you, âI just want you to talk to me. To tell me your worriesâto just communicate with me.â she says, almost pleading.
You nod, âI knowâI just..â you sigh, âI just donât want toâŠpaint out these gruesome images in your head.â You try to hug her, but with cautionâscared sheâd pull away.
She doesn't though, immediately embracing you, âDonât worry about me, Y/nâ she sighs, âI just donât want you to hold it all in, Itâs not good.â
âItâs not exactly good for you either.â you say with a slight chuckle. You feel her smile against your skin eliciting a little laugh from her, âLike i said, donât worry about me.â she repeats, pulling away to look at you with a smile painted on her face.
There it is again, that comfort you seem to look for subconsciously. Itâs in front of you right now with the beautifulest smile in the world. Until she pats the side of your shoulder, âNow, we should cook something before heading to bed. âCause Iâm fucking starving.â
You groan, âDo we have to?â you emphasize on âhaveâ in a whiny tone as you begin kissing her neckâhoping to distract her, âCanât I just have you for dinner and call it a day?â you quipâbut not really.
Dina chuckles, âThat would be no fair, what would I eat?â She plays along.
âOh? you can have this pusââ youâre stopped midword when Dina puts her hand over your mouth, gasping, âNo, you dirty dog. We're eating actual food and getting rest.â You smile and lick her hand causing her to snatch it away and yelling which makes you burst out laughing.
Dina wipes the palm of her hand on her jeans, âYouâre such a freakâŠâ she huffs while opening the fridge to get ingredients for this mini past midnight snack. You cross your arms, watching her with a smile adorning your face. Itâs only when she has a handful of things in her arms when you lean off and take some weight off her hands, âwoahâbabe.â you chuckle, âwhatâs all this?â
Your question elicits a smile, âDinner.â she states, settling the ingredients down. You follow her actions and look at her, âDinner?âwhat are you exactly making?â you inquire with a nervous laugh. âStop questioning the chef and help.â She demands playfully. Her demeanor makes you laugh,âShit, yes maâamâ you say dramatically.
âChef.â she corrects with a smile.
âRight.â You say as you begin washing the vegetables.
Although you were always exhausted from your average eighteen hour shifts, you werenât gonna let that stop you from having these types of moments with your girlfriend. Even if they were small as carpooling with one another to work or sitting down and just talking to each other. You didnât care, it was small and vulnerable things that mattered the most to you. The ones you cherished. You have always been an observer since a child. Thatâs how you landed in the work you do now.
Taking the smallest moments and finding tranquility in every single one of them. Because without them, Who are you? Without these memories to keep you afloat, youâd be nothing. You wanted to be wherever Dina went because without her, youâd probably be in some dingy apartment eating pizza with static playing on your tv, losing your mind or worse.
God..don't even wanna think about that right now.
So you donât, instead you watch your girlfriend ramble on about work, finding yourself entranced by her beauty. The way she stops and drops the spoon to occasionally move her hands around while talking, the way the strands of hair that come loose from her bun cast perfectly down her nape. God you loved her, youâd do anything for her. Anything.
ââI swear if I get one more client asking for fucking roses or skulls, Ima lose it!â she exclaims.
You snap out of your thoughts, âYeah.â you say with a chuckle.
She stops and looks at you, âHave you been listening to a word Iâve said?â
You smile, âI've been listening.â you respond, crossing your arms.
She rolls her eyes and resumes cooking while you walk behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist, âI have, please continue.â you assure her, placing light kisses on her shoulder.
She hums, âWell, Iâve been working on this piece for a friend of mine.â she continues.
You lay your head on her shoulder, âReally?â
âYeah, Iâm really excited!â
âWhoâs the friend?â
âEllie, you remember her, right? From college.â
You nod and hum, âOh yeah, I remember her.â
âYup, Iâm gonna be doing her left arm.â
âOoo, sounds like thatâs gonna hurt, especially in the armpit area.â you scrunch your face in displeasure.
âWell, she asked me to recommend an area where itâd look good and I suggested there.â
âAhhâmmâŠwell whatâs the design she has in mind?â
âI donât know, We havenât gone in much depth into specifics, but definitely space related?â
You hum, âIâm excited for you, seems fun!â you say to her while watching her hand move the wooden spoon rhythmically around the pot until her voice snaps you out of your trance, âSet the table for me, yeah?â
With a quick nod and âOkay.â, you walk down the hall to the dining area. Upon arriving, you see the true mindset of an artist. Like seen when you arrived home, papers scattered midway of the dining table, some blank and some scribbled over unfinished designs that seem not to meet the artistâs high standards. You carefully grab all the papers and pile them into one neat pile.
Placing them aside, you grab Dinaâs ipad that lights up immediately upon grabbing and showcases the unfinished sketch on the screen. Ellieâs tattoo, itâs a rough sketch of the design but some prominent details are visible. Upon closer inspection, you can see what looks to be a lightly sketched astronaut with wings attached behind it.
Scrutinizing the image comes to a short end when you hear footsteps behind you. Turning off the ipad and placing it on the stack of papers, you grab the bunch and turn around to see Dina with two bowls in hand, âHey, sorry for the mess on the tableâ she says, placing the two bowls down and grabbing the stack from your hands.
âItâs no problem, seen your work. Fucking sick, babe.â You remark.
Your compliment elicits a smile from Dina, âThank you, Itâs not the final cut, but itâs something.â
You hum in response, âWell I like it already, finale or not.â you say with a smile.
The corner of the raven haired girlâs lips curve upward, âHeh, thanks babe.â
You shoot a wink at her and sit down while she sets the supplies aside and sits with you. Looking down at the contents in the bowl, it looks fucking amazing and you tell your girlfriend that. Finally, a real fucking meal. Not some fast food place down the street from your job.
A real meal.
â4:26â is what is displayed on the clock sitting on your nightstand. How stupid of you to think, thisâll be the night you would actually get some sleep. Fuuuchhhkk.. Lying flat on the bed once more, you stared up at the ceiling. The soft breathing of your girlfriend fans lightly on your cheek, only annoys you more. Fuck it, Iâll just take one of Dinaâs sleeping pills. Sitting up, you look beside you to see your girlfriendâs figure and looking over her form. You donât see the pills that usually sit on her nightstand.
Fuck, Where the fuck did she put them?!
Throwing the sheet off your body, you slowly get out of bed and walk over to the other side of the bed. Carefully opening the drawer, you donât find what youâre looking for. Fuck, she mustâve left them on the counter. Shutting the drawer lightly, you sneak away to the entrance of your bedroom, twisting the knob to exit.
Upon opening the door, you peek your head out to the abyss clouding your vision. You begin your descent into the dark hallway like a bat, gliding your arm along the wall for a light switch. When youâre almost down at the end of the hall, you kick something that goes flying down the end of the hallway.
Fuck..
You quickly find the switch and look down to see what you kicked, Dinaâs backpackâShitâYou walk towards it and bend down to pick it up, but stop when something catches your eye. On the backpack can be found a dried substance.
is that blood?â
âBabe, what are you doing with my bag?â
The sound you come to love is now sending a chill down your back; Your girlfriend's voice,
Dina.
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a/n; I know youâre sitting at the edge of your seat (hopefullly) to know what happens next đ. And trust me I will be posting chapter two soonâŠmaybe? I donât wanna make promises because a lot of shit has happened in tumblr and my personal life which will hinder my progress of writing. But i honestly love fucking writing, itâs one of the few things that bring joy to my heart. I and I absolutely found joy in writing this chapter and I canât fucking wait to start writing on chapter two!!! AHHHHH thereâs so many fears and discomfort that do come to mind when i think of this fic and iâll discuss one of them; the little recognition that Dina fic get :(((( i wonât go into detail but i do have to remind myself that this is for my pure enjoyment. GIVE DINA SO JUSTICE WTFFF?!!! And i truly canât wait to write chapter two!!! Just the anticipation Iâm having for it AHHHH okay okay ima stop yapping đđ But i just before i fully stop yapping in my papping, Iâd like to thank my two favs, @dyk3ang3l and @elliesprettygirl for listening to my thoughts on this! Especially syd, because whole fuck you really encouraged to me to write this and i love you so much đ€đđ. But with that, thank you for reading this, you seriously donât know how happy I get seeing people enjoy what I enjoy making so Just thank you. And with all that cheesy shit out the way, MAKE SURE TO LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO NEVER MISS A BANGER LIKE THIS!!! đŻđŻđ„đ„đ„
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UPDATE
Hellooo silly billies, long time no speak. I have a few things Iâd like to mention before I continue posting for the strike that starts tomorrow. First, I will be returning to writing a few days after the strike ends! Second, My birthday is on the 21st (which is during the strike) so I wonât be posting about Palestine as much as Iâd like to. Lastly, I have exciting things I want to bring to the table when I do return BUT Ima let you decide on what itâll be! Either I can post chapter two to Reflect orrrr announce an entire new fic, Iâve been working on. OR I can just surprise you.
Whichever option does win this poll, Iâll post the other one a few weeks after!!
And with that out the way, I really am excited to be coming back to writing! andddd Iâm excited what youâll choose!!!!!
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