O0uhlexa0o - 🫧( Uh ) Lexa🫧

{ Acquaintances to Enemies (to Lovers?) E.W. } COMPLETED

Summary: You find Ellie in Santa Barbara and she invites you on her journey back home and trust is tested early on between the women.

Warnings: Just cussing so far. Angst. Established female OC name but no physical descriptions used. Each chapter has a different warnings. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Author's Note: First fic! New Year's Resolution is to write more so here is something I whipped up this month.

Parts: ❎ , 2 , 3 , 4

You weren’t sure how you managed to get into the position that you were in. Trekking behind some girl you found just days before hanging upside down and bloodied. Some girl that you helped free and somehow allowed you to patch her up. You had no real motive in doing this except for not wanting to see the Rattlers take in another wanderer as a slave. Despite you saving her, this girl had a death wish, and she headed towards the Rattlers’ base anyways. After a day, she came back to the house where you two had camped out in, missing two fingers, and a defeated look in her eyes. Another day passed before you found yourself here, with the California sun beating down on both of you, traveling back to where she came from, and making you wonder if following her was a mistake.

You followed a few yards behind the taller woman through the streets, following the path where she had taken to get here. Little words have been exchanged between you and the dark auburn since you’ve met. You were used to being alone so talking didn’t come naturally. It also didn’t help that you couldn’t trust easily and already had some escape routes in mind in case this sudden partnership soured. She seemed to move on pure will alone, and you knew she could easily over power you if she wanted to. 

“Are you alone?” she asked a few days prior. She was laying on a dining room table where you two had set up camp in a house nearby from where you found her, and you were suturing her stomach. She half whispered the question in a low tone as she held her breath through the pain. Her question broke a fourth wall of sorts. You were just a passerby in her story, an observer, a blip in her existence, not someone worth getting to know. You only joined this story as a stranger, who from time to time had moments of kindness- weakness- that usually did not end well for you. You were cautious about answering but considering that she seemed to have been left for dead, hanging in the Rattlers’ trap, she must have been alone as well, so you answered honestly, “Yes.. It’s just me.” Her lip was thin as she grimaced from the pain, her light eyes looking up at you briefly at yours before she cursed and threw her head back, shutting them tightly. “Fuck.” 

You didn’t expect her to come back to the camp after she said she was going to the Rattlers’ base, but when she did come back, missing her two fingers and covered in blood again, it was clear this girl really had nowhere else to go. She went upstairs without saying a word and spent that night in one of the bedrooms, with a leather belt between her teeth, cauterizing her own fingers. You could hear the muffled and strained screams followed by quiet sobs.

The next day, her two fingers were bandaged up. She was checking on her supplies when you walked over and handed her oranges that you had foraged that morning. You sat and started to check on your supplies too, not wanting to stay at that camp any longer than need be; it was too close to Rattler territory. She had stopped rummaging through her backpack and you felt a pair of eyes watch you. “Do you have a name?”   

Her question made you wonder what her angle was despite her calm tone. “Juno,” your voice was soft, like a chime in her ears. You blinked over and looked at her, “and you?” She paused and kept you in her gaze longer than you would have expected. You felt heat tinge your face in embarrassment for those few extra seconds. “Ellie,” she responds dryly, managing to peel her eyes away. She seemed to have been lost in thought before continuing. “I’m going back home, it’s a long journey, but if you want to leave this place, you should come.”

A life altering moment delivered in a nonchalant question. ‘Home?’ A foreign concept. “We leave in an hour,” she zips her backpack and goes into the garage to use the workbench.

‘We?’ Seemed like Ellie already decided that you were coming along. You have proven yourself useful, you thought, and Ellie was strong. Anyone who survives going into the Rattlers’ base and making it out without getting caught or killed had to be one hell of a fighter- ‘or fucking crazy.’

Love thisss 🩵

thinking about ellie with a southern accent. country girl ellie who works as a ranch hand and spends her nights off at dive bars. she's pretty popular there, always surrounded with her friends and random girls. she's bit of a flirt but she is the sweetest woman ever. she'll text you at the break of dawn every morning and send you pictures of her horses and other animals throughout the day. she'll call you ma'am, open doors for you, and two step with you at the end of the night. she'll take her cowboy hat off to lean in and kiss you. sometimes you'll show up at her farm to give her something to eat. although she claims she hates when you do that because she's sweaty and smelly, deep down she loves it. plus you don't care how she looks. she's hot anyways, especially when she's on her horse.

some nights she'll stay in with you, forcing you to watch her favorite old westerns. you always wind up falling asleep. she'll pick you up and take you to her bed and hold you all night. you'll wake up and see a note on her pillow, apologizing for the fact you have to wake up alone. but she'll make up for it. she always does

yall im going insane thinking about country girl ellie im fr frothing at the mouth. barking directly at it.

Me a lesbian who has watched every season of one show because there was a potential that two of the female characters made-out somewhere in the later seasons (spoiler it was a dream and not canon this whole time).

every lesbian has probably watched a horrible movie just because of an actress who maybe only appears for a few minutes and I think it's beautiful

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf I ever were to lose you...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...I'd surely lose myself.

Ooo I do this lol

people will do/say the kindest thing you’ve ever witnessed then be like Sorry if that’s weird :(

Pink goes good with green💋

“Tracks to resort... tall round building... fuck.”

𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢

“Careful, the scary things are out there…”

inspired by “perverts” by ethel cain