One Step Forward, Three Steps Back: Ellie Williams X Reader

ok ok but band!Ellie x reader based on Brooklyn baby by Lana del Rey…

hi anon! this app hates me and I really struggled posting this. I had to post your fic separately!

here it is

I hope you enjoy<3

Okay so kinda a old song butttt it’s my favorite can you do something with laugh it off by Chelsea jade it’s kinda a breakup song to me

Laugh it off - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon! Firstly the intro of this song is so fucking good, and also real! I thought it was a break up song too.... I hope you enjoy&lt;3

This story is based off the song, Laugh it off by Chelsea Jade! If you can, please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel to send me one or a song and I'll take it from there:) Just a reminder that if you request something and you want something specific to happen you should indicate it in your request.

Warnings: meantions of cheating and sex

Summary: In which Ellie tries to fix your relationship after she was unfaithful

wc: ???

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You're coming in hot, but not so bright

Making a meal of any appetite

Just take it easy

'Cause if I held you up against the light

I could see clear enough to cut right

To where you're weakest

"just take it easy" Ellie spoke to you as she reached across the table to grab your hand.

You felt a shiver run down the spine, at the small contact. You and Ellie have not touched each other for months, and you weren't going to lie, you've felt empty and cold without her.

Ellie hesitantly interlocked her fingers with yours. A surprised look overtook Ellies features.

You let her hold your hand? For the last 6 months you made her life a living hell, depriving her from touching your and finally, finally you let her touch you.

It's crazy to think that the person you once knew so well, became someone you don't recognize.

The Ellie sitting infront of you wasn't the girl you fell in love with two years ago. And the way you were acting right now wasn't the sweet girl Ellie met and once loved.

The Ellie you fell in love with would never cheat on you.

It's crazy to think the person you once knew from the inside out wanted nothing to do with you.

Ellie knew your hopes and dreams, she knew your fears and she knew what kept you up at night. But the person she was sitting across was not that person anymore.

You weren't the girl that used to scream everytime she saw a spider. You weren't the girl that looked at Ellie with so much love and care, now you stared at her with a cold and icy look. A look of hatred, and anger.

There was no love left in you.

You weren't Ellie's girl anymore and she realized she fucked up everything.

"So...." Ellie started.

The air surrounding you was tense, your hands were still interlocked. You felt Ellies hand became sweaty, you felt the table moving due to her leg bouncing up and down.

She was nervous.

The future of your relationship depends on what you had to say. Ellie couldn't take the suspense.

Were you actually going to forgive her after what she did?

Ellie believes everyone deserves a second chance. She deserves one. She made a mistake. It's not as if you've never made one over the last two years you were together.

"Are you enjoying dinner?" Ellie asked awkwardly.

She watched you look up from the plate of food and you simply replied with "no".

Ellie frowned at your response, she thought you liked spaghetti?

"I thought you loved spaghetti?" she asked, confused.

"I don't like it anymore"

"what? Since when?"

"Since you fucking cheated on me"

Ellie went quite after that. She stared at you with glossy eyes, she hated when you brought this up.

"That night..." you started "it was our anniversary and I made spaghetti, and guess what Elie?" You asked her.

"My girlfriend was fucking someone else when I decided to suprise her" you started laughing as if it was the funniest joke ever.

Ellie started sweating with embrassment.

The room felt hot and stuffy.

Ellie waited for you to keep quite before she spoke again, "it was a mistake"

"This relationship was a mistake" you replied.

Ellie looked at you with her eyes wide "you don't mean that" she said softly, as the tears glossed her eyes once again.

"You said you loved me, you said we were meant to be" Ellie spoke.

"Maybe I was lying" you answered as you removed your hand from Ellie's grip. You got up and you walked out of the restaurant, not looking back at her.

Maybe trying to fix this relationship was a mistake. Maybe she should stop trying.

But you were worth fighting for.

I can tell that

You wanna laugh it off, but you're lazy

And I've been trying to make amends with you lately

But you're difficult to reason with and maybe

Just maybe

Want my chest to keep it heavin'

On the lighter side of feelin'

I'm not going into grievin' for you, for you, for you

So i'm just gonna laugh it off

"you can't keep ignoring my calls" was the first thing Ellie said as she walked into your apartment.

She heard you close the door as you walked towards her, and all you could said was "I can".

Ellie let out a groan of frustration. She was trying. She was really trying to fix things. To earn your trust again, but you were making it so fucking difficult.

Ellie tried taking you on dates, but you leave her alone at the end of every night. She tried to call and text you but you would never answer.

"How are we supposed to fix things if you keep ignoring me?" Ellie asked.

"Who said I wanted to fix things?"

Ellie opened her mouth in suprise.

"If I remembered correctly you came to my apartment crying, literally begging for me to take you back. To give you another chance" you spat out at her.

Ellie looked down at her feet before she quietly muttered "I came back because i love you".

You let out a laugh. Ellie loved you? If she did she would've never cheated on you.

"Love is about forgiveness" Ellie interrupted your laughing session.

You stopped laughing and you just stared at her. "For fucks sake Ellie, you cant mess something up and expect everything to be ok"

And once again you left Ellie speechless. "Now get out of my apartment" you yelled at her.

How long does one fight for something before you give it up? How long does Ellie have to fight to get you back? How long was she still going to be punished before you'd forgive her?

Ellie used to think that you're trying to hurt her on purpose. But the more Ellie thought about the more she realized that she deserved it. She was the one who cheated and she needs to suffer the consequences of her actions.

Ellie went back to you because she realized her mistake. She realized that you were the only woman for her. And she fought really fucking hard to get you back, and now that she has you she realizes what she did has caused deeper problems than what she initially thought.

You weren't being difficult on purpose, you weren't trying to hurt her. You were treating Ellie this way because she hurt you.

Ellie wishes you'd just listen. That you'd hear her out, that you'd let her explain. But what was there to explain? She cheated because she was drunk? She imagined she was fucking you instead?

But she couldn't blame you, because if you did the same thing Ellie wouldn't even accepted your apology.

If she had a time machine, Ellie would go back in time, to make her not go out that night, she wish she could back and stop herself from drinking so much, she wishes she could go back and stop herself from bringing that girl home.

So many regrets, and so many mistakes, but yet she could do nothing to fix it.

I wanna be wrong, but it don't feel right

Lighting my name up with an exit sign

You got me leavin'

You're pushing me into this falling out

And the moment that I watch my mouth

I lose the feeling

Ellie went out with a bunch of coworkers that night.

Ellie wasn't stupid, she knew she was an attractive girl, and where ever she went heads turned in her direction.

That night Ellie drank more than she normally did due to the amount of stress she was under.

Her boss was breathing down her ass, giving her assignment after assignment and she just needed a break. As Ellie kept taking shot after shot, feeling the liquid burn her throat, her eyes landed on a tall brunette.

The girl winked at Ellie, and all Ellie did was give her a smirk as she walked towards her. One thing led to another, and Ellie took the girl home.

It was about 1:00am when Ellie heard her front door open, but with her head between the girls thighs she couldn't focus on anything else.

The girl put her hands into Ellies hair as she threw back her head letting out a loud moan. "You like that?" Ellie chuckled as she went up to kiss the girl.

As they were making out Ellie heard a familiar voice from behind the door.

"your kitchen light was on so I assumed I'd come say happy anniversary early even though it's 1-"

Ellies head snapped towards the door, as she heard a glass fall onto the floor. Heavy breathes fell from Ellies lips as she looked at you staring at her with tears in your eyes.

"On our fucking anniversary?" You cried loudly as the tears fell from your eyes. You ran out the house, and all Ellie did was watch you ran away.

She watched you cry. She watched you walked out.

The girl Ellie was hooking up with, was grabbing her clothes and yelling at Ellie for being a piece of shit. But Ellie wasn't paying attention to her.

The girl walked out the apartment, and Ellie was left there. Alone and half naked.

All Ellie could do was stare at the broken plate, and her floor filled with spaghetti.

'Cause I got the good sense to laugh it off, but this is crazy

You make it seem like I'm the one who's being shady

But your love is in the liminal and maybe

Just maybe

"what the fuck Ellie?" You yelled.

Ellie had shown up to your apartment, once again, drunk and saying random things.

"Hi" she slurred before she put her arm around your shoulder.

"Did you know, Jesse cheated om Dina and she laughed it off?"

"Are you saying I should pretend you never cheated, and just laughed at it like it was a joke?"

Ellie hummed.

All you could do was let put a sigh as you removed Ellie's jacket before you placed her on the couch.

You left Ellie blabbering on the couch as you walked yo her room to get her a blanket.

You felt guilty for wanting to leave Ellie. You felt like you played a part, in why she cheated on you.

Maybe you didn't give her enough attention? Maybe you didn't treat her right?

Ellie never knew this, but you blamed yourself for a long time. You felt like you were the reason she cheated. But after a while you realized that it wasn't your fault.

You knew you deserved better. You deserved to be in a happy relationship and that person wasn't Ellie.

You grabbed a soft blanket that Ellie had gotten you for your 5 month anniversary almost two years ago, and you brought it to her.

You covered her with the blanket, as you looked down at her beautiful face.

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

"I love you" Ellie whisperered, before she fell asleep.

If only you still felt the same

Oh, oh

I'm just gonna laugh it off

Oh, ohh

'Cause the air's got a weight right now

And I can't help but feel out your heavy breathing

I'm only teasing

You and Ellie sat in awkward silence in her apartment.

You cleared your throat as you looked at her: "I've made my decision- about us"

Ellie let out a sigh of relief. Finally, you were finally going to talk to her, you were finally going to forgive her and things would go back to normal.

Ellie stared at you with a smile on her face, waiting for you to say that you'd forgiven her.

"I think we should break up"

"what? No"

"Ellie please let me go... you know this will never work out" you whisperered.

And Ellie let out a loud sob at your request.

How could you ask that from her? How do you give up someone you love so much?

Ellie started sobbing because she realized there was no going back from this because she had truly lost you forever. This was all her fault.

You got up as Ellie continued to cry. And you walked towards the door, before you looked back at her, as she sat there sobbing like a baby.

"Ellie remember when you said that love is about forgiveness?"

You heard Ellie sniffle before she looked up at you with swollen but hopeful eyes.

She nodded as an answer to your question.

"If you love me, you'd forgive me for leaving you"

And with that you walked out her apartment, closing the door behind you.

And once again Ellie was left alone. Her sobs filled the room, as she fell onto her knees.

Maybe she should've let you go the first time.

Authors note: guess who's back, back again! I hope you enjoyed! Remember my requests are always open, feel free to leave one! Remember you are loved and to always be kind!

Yours truly,

Zia <3

The song save your tear - the weekend reminds of a fwb situation, could you make a ellie williams x reader one?

Maybe one where ellie didnt want to have a relationship with reader and treated her like a friend so now reader treats her like a simple friend and rejects ellies advances

(if you want to make it dark you can! But i leave that up to what you think its best!)

Thank you babes!

Save your tears - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i hope you enjoy! i wrote 2 versions to this. This and a darker version, lmk if you want that one too!!

this story is based off the song Save your tears by the weeknd, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: friends with benefits dynamic, angst and emotional manipulation, power imbalance (emotional), jealousy and toxic behavior, alcohol use

Summary: Ellie Williams never wanted commitment. When you first tangled in each other’s sheets, it was her rules: casual, no strings, no complications. You agreed—half-heartedly. But feelings grew in the silence between skin and shadows.

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The first time it happened, you were both drunk.

Not the sloppy kind—just loose enough to forget the warnings stitched into your better judgment. Ellie’s hand on your thigh, the glint of a dare in her half-lidded eyes. “We don’t have to make this a thing,” she said against your neck, casual like it was just another Friday night. “Just... fun, yeah?”

And you—foolish, soft, already hooked—nodded. “Yeah. Fun.”

It became a pattern. Late nights, tangled limbs, and laughter that always faded too quickly when the morning sun hit. Ellie would slide on her hoodie, brush a kiss to your cheek, and mutter, “Don’t catch feelings, alright?” Like it was a joke. Like she wasn’t the one carving space inside your ribs.

You told yourself it was enough. That the warmth of her body beside yours was worth the cold that followed when she left.

But the thing about pretending? Eventually, someone forgets it's not real.

The night everything shifted, you were at Dina’s.

A party, crowded and loud, red cups everywhere. You didn’t expect Ellie to show up—she hadn’t texted in three days—but there she was: leaning against the kitchen counter, beer in hand, her gaze flicking over the crowd until it landed on you.

You were talking to someone else. Some girl from Lit class. Laughing—genuinely, for once. Ellie watched, her expression unreadable.

Later, when she cornered you outside, her breath visible in the cold, her voice cracked. “Who was that?”

You blinked. “What?”

“That girl. You were flirting.”

You laughed, bitter. “Isn’t that what we do, El? Flirt with people we don’t care about?”

She flinched like you’d slapped her. Then she kissed you.

Hard. Desperate.

You let her. Of course you did. But something inside you stayed locked this time. You didn’t fall into her like before. You didn’t cry when she left.

After that night, Ellie started showing up more.

Texting. Calling. Bringing you coffee “just because.” She’d sit too close on your couch, her hand brushing yours like a ghost of what used to be. But you didn’t let her in.

You stopped waiting for her messages. Stopped rearranging your world to fit around hers.

When she said, “Let’s hang out tonight,” you told her you had plans. No explanation. No apology.

Ellie looked stunned, almost hurt. “With who?”

You shrugged. “Does it matter?”

That night, she posted an old photo of you on her story. Just your hand in hers. No caption.

You blocked her for a week.

She showed up at your apartment. Rain-soaked. Eyes red.

“I miss you.”

You looked at her like a stranger.

“You had me,” you said softly. “And you didn’t want me.”

Ellie didn’t know how to mourn something that was never officially hers.

She spent nights lying awake, replaying your laugh, your voice, the way your fingers curled into her shirt in your sleep. She used to pretend she didn’t notice. But she did. She noticed everything.

Now, she notices your absence.

The silence in her apartment is thick with your ghost.

She tries to move on. Hooking up with someone else—a distraction. But when she touches her, all she feels is how different she is from you. The wrong perfume. The wrong laugh. The wrong everything.

She leaves before it’s over.

Back in her car, knuckles white on the steering wheel, Ellie whispers to herself, “What the fuck did I do?”

You see her again at the art building.

She’s leaning against the wall, sketchbook in hand, pretending to draw. Her eyes dart up when she spots you, and there’s that flicker of hope—raw and real.

You approach. Calm.

She straightens. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Silence. She breaks first. “Can we talk?”

You nod. “Sure.”

You walk beside her, down quiet paths where words feel louder. She tells you everything. How she was scared. How she didn’t think she deserved you. How she messed it all up.

“I’m ready now,” she says. “For real. I want—”

You hold up a hand.

“Ellie…” You meet her eyes. Steady. “I don’t want that anymore.”

She freezes. Like her heart stops.

“You—what?”

“I don’t want to go back,” you say. “Not after how it felt to be your ‘almost.’ I won’t do it again.”

You see it hit her. The panic. The grief. And still—you don’t flinch.

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” you whisper. “But I stopped waiting for you.”

Later, Ellie listens to “Save Your Tears” on repeat.

She finally understands the lyrics now. Every word.

“I broke your heart like someone did to mine…”

She used to think heartbreak made her immune.

Now, she knows it just made her cruel

You move on.

Not with anyone else—not yet—but with yourself. You go to therapy. You heal. You fill your days with things that make you feel whole again. Not dependent on someone’s half-hearted love.

Ellie tries, once more. She leaves flowers. A letter.

You don’t read it.

You leave the flowers on your doorstep until they wilt.

It’s not about punishment—it’s about peace.

You don’t cry for her anymore.

She watches you from a distance sometimes, wondering if she ever really knew you. If she ever deserved to.

She doesn’t chase again.

She finally learns what it means to lose someone who loved you completely.

You let Ellie into your apartment one night, not out of love—out of curiosity.

She stands awkwardly near the door, like she knows she’s trespassing somewhere sacred.

“I’m not here to mess things up,” she says. “I just… needed to see you.”

You nod slowly, arms crossed.

“I never knew how to love you right,” she says, voice low. “But I never stopped wanting to try.”

You tilt your head. “Ellie, wanting to try means nothing when I was begging for it before.”

Her face crumples.

You let her cry.

But you don’t hold her this time.

You just say, gently, “Go home, Ellie.”

Two years later, you meet again. Different city. Different lives.

She looks older. Softer. Worn down in the way heartbreak shapes you.

You talk. Lightly. Carefully. Like a bandage being peeled.

“I never loved anyone after you,” she admits.

You smile. “I loved myself after you.”

There’s silence.

And then, for the first time, Ellie smiles too.

No expectations. Just understanding.

Sometimes love isn’t a second chance. Sometimes it’s knowing when to let go.

You sit in your apartment, tea in hand, the rain tapping against the window. You used to cry every time it rained.

Now it’s just weather.

You think about how far you've come.

How love isn’t meant to be begged for, or bargained with.

And if Ellie ever really loved you, she’ll learn that too.

You close your eyes. You are whole.

And finally—

You don’t miss her.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This story is based off the song, Moonlight by Kali Uchis! If you can, listen to the song as you're reading:)

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jackson!Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Requests are open!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mentions of weed, swearing, mentions of clothes being ripped off, and sexual themes

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Ellie getting high with her "lover"

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐞𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮ñ𝐞𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐣𝐨

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Ellie sat across you, as you took the blunt between your fingers. You brought it up to your lips, as you took a deep breathe. As you breathed in, you closed your eyes as the smoke filled your lungs. Slowly breathing out, you already started to feel fuzzy.

It was Ellie's favorite time of the day. It was night time. There was barley any light in the room where you and Ellie sat- it was only the moonlight shining in from the windows.

Ellie couldn't help but to stare at you in awe. Your lips slightly swollen, you eyes closed, head thrown back- and the moonlight shining across your features made it 10 times better.

You were dressed up. Wearing a blue flowy summer dress. You had planned on going out that night, but then Ellie showed up and begged you to go smoking with her, and you said yes because who wouldn't? its Ellie fucking Williams.

You being dressed up, and under the moonlight, had Ellie going feral. She wanted nothing more but to get up and rip your clothes off of you. But she didn't. She couldn't. Because you weren't hers.

You suddenly opened your eyes, and Ellie started blushing- in fear that you might have caught her staring. You sat up slightly giving her the blunt.

"here" you said softly and Ellie just knew by the sound of your voice you were higher than a kite.

It was moments like these where Ellie fell more and more in love with you. The two of you, alone. Doing one of her favorite activities- smoking.

Ellie loved getting high with you. Hell, you were a drug to her, so you and weed together fucked her up even more. She wished you were hers. Her girl. Her lover. She wished she could get high with you all the time.

She wished she could get high with her lover, who isn't her lover. Yet.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡

You laid on the sofa across from Ellie, you legs sprawled out in front of you. Your dress was riding up your thighs as you kept moving and Ellie felt like she was going to explode by the sight. Your eyes were still closed, your head still thrown back.

'fuck me' me ellie said out loud.

'mhm' you questioned, opening one eye to look at her. You were so fucking high. It felt like you were floating. You heard Ellie mumble something and it brought you back to earth.

'n-n-nothing' Ellie said quickly.

Ellie never stutters you thought to yourself, but you assumed because she was just as fucking high as you were.

'c'mon hurry up' you said motioning at the blunt Ellie was holding.

'oh yeah' she said as if she forgot that she was smoking.

Truth be told she did. You fuck up her mind. You make her nervous. You make her forget things.

She quickly gave you the blunt and once again you took it between your lips and closed your eyes in pleasure. Ellie wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Teasing her. Taunting her.

Smoke filled the room as you breathed out and Ellie was staring once again. eyes trailing your body. She took the blunt from your hand, your fingers brushing slightly and she felt a jolt of electricity go up her spine at the touch. Before she could put the blunt into her mouth, to try and shake off these thoughts she was having of you, you reached down into your bag to grab a tube of lip gloss. Ellie watched you carefully, as you laid back down. You opened the lip gloss, and applied it to your lips.

Ellie wanted nothing more but to lean over and kiss you. You felt her eyes burning holes into your head, you turned to her she looked away immediately. You put the lip gloss down, closed your eyes and you let out a soft 'hurry up'.

Ellie was fucked. She was turned on. She was in love. She was obsessed. She was high. She didn't know what to do.

There you were laying across from her. Exposed thighs, glossed lips, eyes closed, head thrown back. 'Fuckmefuckmefuckme' she thought over and over again.

She decided there and then she was never getting high with you again. (she knew she would invite you again)

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

She could already imagine it. Coming home after patrol you being there waiting for her. Maybe in the kitchen cooking for her, wearing no panties. Maybe shed walk in on you waiting for her on the bed. She imagines coming home to you already licking the sides of the blunt, handing one to her as the two of you smoked in your home.

Her dreams could become a reality if she wasn't such a fucking pussy. Ellie would never admit it to anyone but you were her safe heaven. Over the years of knowing you, you somehow became her comfort. After hard days of patrol she'd always go visit you and her mood changes instantly. Apart from all her dirty thoughts Ellie wanted nothing more but to come home to you, and to comforted by you. To be held. To be babied.

The world you lived in was hell. It was darkness, but you were her light and you didn't even know. She felt free with you. She felt safe. If she could she would escape from this world. And she would take you with her.

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫?

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨-𝐧𝐨-𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

As the night went on the two of you got higher and higher.

You were asleep. The moonlight looming over your features and Ellie just admired you. She loved the moon. She loved you. She loved you to the moon and back. She always wanted to be an astronaut when she was younger. She wanted to go to the moon and she wanted to take you with her. (She assumed there would be no infected on the moon) She laid on her side watching you as you slept. She silently thanked the moonlight from making you look even more angelic than you already were. She took one last puff before the blunt was finished and when she was done with it she discarded it somewhere on the table and she looked at you. There was nothing she wouldn't do for you. Getting high with you was the best decision she ever made.

She watched as you were sleeping, your chest rising slowly, your thighs still on display. You were going to be hers. She will make sure of it. Nothing and no one was going to stop her. She was going to make you her lover.

And she just did just that. A few days later the two of you were in the room cuddling and getting fucked up together.

Ellies dreams finally became a reality. She was getting high with her lover.

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! Remember to always spread love and to be kind to one another! Feel free to request or message me or anything! Let me know if i made any mistakes....

Yours truly, Zia:)

Hi love would you mind making a part for professor!ellie where reader is pregnant again OR when their daughter grows up ?

Amazing work btw

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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professor ellie masterlist

☆ Aurora’s favorite thing to do is sit on Ellie’s lap during her late-night grading sessions, asking questions like, “Are your students as smart as me?”

☆ She wears glasses just like Ellie now—reader thinks they’re twins.

☆ Aurora mimics Ellie’s mannerisms, like adjusting her glasses when she’s nervous or tilting her head when thinking.

☆ She already knows how to read short paragraphs and corrects people’s grammar—even Ellie’s, which makes her beam with pride.

☆ Aurora's drawings always include three people—Mama, Mommy, and her—but now a fourth baby blob is starting to appear in the corner labeled “Arny.”

☆ When you went into labor, Aurora tried to pack her own bag “to help,” which included crayons, a banana, and Ellie’s old lecture clicker.

☆ Ellie sometimes brings Aurora to campus events. She introduces her proudly with “This is my daughter. She’s smarter than my entire first-year class.”

☆ Aurora makes Ellie bracelets from string and demands she wear them even during lectures. She always does.

☆ Aurora asks science questions constantly. Ellie answers all of them with a whiteboard and diagrams.

☆ You once walked in on Aurora “lecturing” her stuffed animals, using Ellie’s tone exactly.

☆ Ellie writes down Aurora’s quotes in a leather-bound “Aurora Archive” journal.

☆ She refers to Ellie as “the smartest person alive” and you as “the prettiest.”

☆ Aurora’s handwriting practice turned into a full essay on why “Mommy Ellie is too bossy, but I still love her.”

☆ Ellie was obsessively thorough about the IVF process, reading every published study on embryo grading, success rates, and maternal health. She made color-coded charts for each clinic they considered.

☆ The decision to have a second child came after Aurora turned five, when she looked up at them one night and asked, “Why don’t I have a baby brother or sister?”

☆ Ellie wanted a boy this time, not because she loved Aurora any less, but because she was fascinated by how different he might be — still theirs, but uniquely his own.

☆ You carried Arnold, just like with Aurora, and Ellie was even more attentive this time—bringing snacks, checking nutrient levels, monitoring stress like a hawk.

☆ You used the same donor, ensuring Arnold and Aurora were biologically related, and Ellie cried when they found out the embryo had successfully implanted.

☆ Ellie held her breath during every scan, gripping your hand tightly until they saw that tiny heartbeat flicker on the screen.

☆ At home, Ellie converted her study into a nursery months before it was needed, painting it a rich forest green and hanging hand-painted space-themed art on the walls.

☆ She read academic articles aloud to your belly, mumbling about epigenetics and language development, hoping Arnold would be a little genius like his sister.

☆ Aurora would whisper secrets to her unborn brother, telling him what not to do so “Mama doesn’t freak out.”

☆ You and Ellie filmed short video diaries for Arnold, each one ending with Aurora saying, “Hurry up and come out, dummy.”

☆ Your pregnancy with Arnold was harder than Aurora’s — more nausea, more exhaustion — and Ellie handled everything from meals to laundry to carrying you to bed if you fell asleep on the couch.

☆ Ellie barely slept the night you went into labor, pacing in circles around their bedroom and triple-checking the hospital bag every 10 minutes.

☆ When Arnold was born, Ellie was the first to cry, trembling as she cut the umbilical cord and kissed your sweaty forehead, whispering, “You did it. He’s here.”

☆ Arnold was a quiet baby—unlike his fiery older sister—and when the nurse handed him to Ellie, he blinked up at her with wide, moss-green eyes.

☆ Aurora was the first to hold Arnold after them, sitting carefully on the hospital bed, her small arms wrapped awkwardly around her baby brother, declaring, “He smells weird. But he’s cute.”

☆ Ellie took an extended sabbatical from the university, something she never did for herself, but did without hesitation for Arnold and you.

☆ She kept a detailed baby log, recording every feeding, nap, and developmental milestone like it was groundbreaking research. (“He smiled at 4 weeks. Do you know how rare that is?”)

☆ You would often find Ellie in the middle of the night, swaying gently in the rocking chair with Arnold on her chest, whispering about constellations and music theory.

☆ Aurora helped with diaper changes, read bedtime stories to Arnold (whether he was awake or not), and told everyone at school, “I have a brother. He’s gonna be smarter than all of you.”

☆ Ellie constantly takes pictures of the three of you—you nursing, Aurora playing peekaboo, Arnold asleep on Ellie’s chest. She prints them, dates them, and keeps them in a growing archive labeled The Love We Made.

☆ Arnold has Ellie wrapped around his tiny fingers already—she holds him like he’s made of glass.

☆ She was an emotional wreck the day he was born, whispering “You’re here. You’re real,” over and over.

☆ Ellie sobbed in the hospital bathroom, clutching a photo of Aurora and trying to calm her nerves before holding Arnold for the first time.

☆ She made laminated feeding/diapering schedules and color-coded copies for both reader and herself.

☆ Ellie insisted on staying awake every night at first. You had to force her to rest by dragging her to bed.

☆ Her obsession with checking his breathing every 20 minutes has led to installing four different monitors.

☆ Ellie reads academic articles to him during nap time—“gotta start the kid early.”

☆ His nursery is space-themed. Ellie picked every star and constellation herself and even made a mobile from scratch.

☆ She prints out graphs of his growth and annotates them.

☆ You caught Ellie softly kissing Arnold’s forehead while murmuring, “I’ll protect you forever. I promise.”

☆ She calls him “my little theory” because she wants to “test how much love a person can feel before they combust.”

☆ Ellie holds Arnold for hours while writing lectures one-handed, content even if it takes twice as long.

☆ She talks about him constantly at work—“Sorry my email’s late. My son drooled on my laptop.”

☆ Ellie insisted on giving him a middle name that references a philosopher—Arnold Pascal Williams.

☆ She puts little leather-bound books in his crib for aesthetic photos.

☆ Ellie made a password-protected photo archive titled “Arnold Growth Logs.”

☆ She has framed side-by-side ultrasound pictures of Aurora and Arnold on her office wall.

☆ You found Ellie singing lullabies in Hebrew and Latin just for “academic diversity.”

☆ She’s more patient with Arnold than she’s ever been with anyone.

☆ Ellie’s phone is overloaded with baby pics—she has a folder just labeled “Arnsmol.”

☆ She wrote a 10-page email to the pediatrician just asking about sleep regression.

☆ Ellie gets extremely possessive when someone other than you or Aurora holds Arnold.

☆ Her glasses fog up when she gets overwhelmed watching both kids together.

☆ Arnold’s first smile made Ellie go silent for ten minutes, then cry like a waterfall.

☆ She lowkey competes with you over who Arnold calms down with faster.

☆ She stares at you when she’s breastfeeding, completely mesmerized.

☆ Ellie reads textbooks on postpartum care so she can understand everything reader is experiencing.

☆ She canceled her own faculty conference trip because Arnold had a cold.

☆ Ellie redesigned her lecture schedule so she never misses bedtime for either child.

☆ Ellie’s gone full mama bear—she snapped at a stranger who called Arnold “it.”

☆ She started a private blog documenting her “Motherhood and Academia” journey, but only you have the link.

☆ Ellie sometimes forgets to eat if the baby’s crying—but never forgets to feed him.

☆ You teases Ellie about her “unofficial PhD in parenting.” Ellie secretly loves it.

☆ Arnold’s first laugh made Ellie record five videos trying to recreate the sound.

☆ She leaves love notes inside your breast pump bag.

☆ She wants to homeschool both kids—your not fully convinced yet.

☆ Ellie smells Arnold’s head constantly. Says it’s “baby serotonin.”

☆ Ellie cried when Aurora said “Arnold is my best friend forever.”

☆ She’s started humming lullabies even while writing lectures now.

☆ She talks to Arnold about how they’ll build rockets or dissect frogs together someday.

☆ Ellie calls Aurora and Arnold her “entire thesis on love.”

☆ She still panics during diaper changes—even though she’s read three parenting books.

☆ Ellie smells like baby lotion, chalkboard dust, and coffee now.

☆ Her voice softens immediately when either kid cries.

☆ Ellie doodles tiny versions of Aurora and Arnold in her margins during meetings.

☆ Ellie sometimes stares at you and just whispers, “How did I get this lucky?”

☆ She tells Arnold he looks like you, then whispers, “thank god.”

☆ Ellie calls their family of four “the most important study she’ll ever conduct.”

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU GUYS SM

I'm in actual fucking tears

Would it be possible for you to do anything about Dina? Totally fine if not, I just never see anything about her at all 😭

If so, would you be able to do something about R just being reeeally protective towards her, almost akin to like- a guard dog or something . Just always following her around, hard to not find Dina without them , literally the nicest to Dina but as soon as anyone gets in the way they’re all glares and ugly looks.

But Dina has no idea what people are talking about when they bring it up to her, because what do you mean ?? They’re so sweet!

And maybe she does know and just chooses to do nothing about it because she finds it cute or funny.

(also really glad you’re back, make sure you still feel like you can take time for yourself tho!)

Guard dog - (Dina x reader)

Hi anon! thank you for this request! We need more Dina fics. Justice for Dina lol. Thank you for your kind message.... i hope you enjoy<33

Pairing: dina x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: In which you protected her

authors note: part 2?

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Dina shivered as she walked into Ellies house. She quickly shut the door behind her, trying to not let anymore of the cold air in.

Dina hated winter. When it started snowing in Jackson she would gather as much food as she could and she would stay in the warmth her house. She would not leave for anything. She would wrap herself in blankets and she'll sit in front of the fireplace in her home.

The only time anyone would ever see Dina during winter is when the snow starts to smelt and flowers start blooming again.

Dina slipped off her jacket as she wrapped her arms around herself. Despite Dina practically hugging herself she still felt cold.

Maybe you'd be able to keep her warm.

No.

fuck.

She cant think of you in that way.

You were just friends.

Just friends.

'But friends don't cuddle. Friends don't shower together. friends don't-'

Dina's thoughts were interrupted by Ellie's voice: "fucking finally"

Before Dina could talk she heard Jesse say: "we know you hate the cold but you took like 5 fucking hours to get here"

"you guys are being overdramatic" Dina rolled her eyes as she took of her boots.

It's been a while since the 3 of them hung out alone.

Ellie was always hooking up with someone, Jesse was always patrolling and Dina was always with you.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring your girl with" Jesse told her with a smirk.

Dina's brows furrowed "my girl?"

"yeah" Ellie laughed.

"your guard dog"

"guard dog?" Dina asked in confusion.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Ellie and Jesse's jaws hung open.

"You don't see it?"

"see what?"

"dude you're stupid" Jesse sighs.

-

You and Dina had gotten ready together. The two of were walking down the road and you held onto her arm gently.

Dina would never admit it out loud but she liked it when you did that. She liked it when you were so close to her. It made her feel safe.

You checked the surroundings while keeping an eye on Dina. Even though Jackson was extremely safe you still couldn't help looking after her.

You were subtle in the way you cared for her. You liked Dina a lot, and you had hoped that she'd catch on. It's been years and she still hasn't noticed anything.

To protect your friendship you decided to settle on just looking after her.

You were possessive, protective over what you wanted. But clearly Dina noticed nothing so your actions were in vain. (Or so you thought).

Dina walked into the bar first and she felt your presence close behind her. (You always followed her around and when the two of you were separated you still kept and eye on her)

Rumors spread around Jackson that the two of you were dating.

Dina has heard them. She liked the rumors hoping that any girl interested in you would believe it and leave you alone but she also doesn't know who or what the source of the rumors were.

She didn't realize it, but it was you. The way you looked at her, protected her, you scared everyone away from her. She didn't see it.

Fucking idiot.

Dina went to Ellie and she hugged her. You stayed close behind her glaring at the two.

'You can't be jealous. It's not fair' you kept telling yourself.

The feelings you had for Dina just grew stronger and stronger and they were threatening to reveal themselves.

Dina slid into the booth first and you slid in after, immediately wrapping your arm around her shoulder glaring at anyone who even looks at her.

Ellie stared at scene before her. There was clearly something going on between the two of you but you both denied it.

Ellie thought you were both really stupid.

The conversation flowed easily between the three of you, but eventually Dina had to go to the bathroom. You moved out the booth and Dina made her way to the bathroom.

"Hi"

Dina's head turned to see a beautiful red head giving her a small smile.

"hi" Dina smiled shyly.

"my name is-"

Before she could even utter her name you walked in

"There you are" you said as you walked towards her ignoring the girl.

You took Dina's hand and you looked at the girl.

"Sorry" she muttered and she walked away.

Dina frowned "why was she saying sorry"

You glared at the girl before you turned back to Dina, your grip on her hand tightened.

"I don't know" you shrugged as you kissed her temple.

-

"She was just protecting me" Dina's blushed.

"protecting you? All she had to do was pee on you to mark her territory because damn"

Dina felt butterflies erupt in her stomach.

Maybe there was more to your behavior

"It was probably a one time thing" Dina argued.

"one time?" Jesse said dramatically.

"She's always holding you. A arm around your shoulders or waist, she never leaves you alone, she follows you around like a dog... she's in love with you!"

Dina drowned out Ellie and Jesse's voices.

Everything she heard can't be a coincidence right.... right?

She wrapped her arms around herself once again

Maybe you were just protective.

But maybe, just maybe you felt the same way.

<3

Will we ever get to know you? Like a face reveal, where you're from (you mentioned you live in Africa once) what it's like??? I've been following you since 2023, I love you sm

You're a very mysterious figure😭

In all honesty, I have thought about it. I've wanted to share a little more about myself but I'm not sure people would really care lmao.

I even have a series in my drafts based off one of the many languages in the country I grew up in (I'm in Nambia btw) but I'm too scared😭

Maybe if there's enough people interested in reading that or, maybe people wanna see more of me I can do/post it because I deadass want to.... but it's what my pookies want at the end of the day. Imagine wanting a Ellie fic and here you see my ugly ass face

But for now, I'll keep posting fics:)

I missed youu, I hope you’re doing well mentally and I’m looking forward to more of your work💗💗

Thank you pookie!! I have a few surprises for yall;))

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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professor ellie masterlist

☆ She teaches something cerebral—Literature, Creative Writing, or Philosophy—and has a cult following of students obsessed with her intellect and cold beauty.

☆ She’s the kind of professor that everyone crushes on, but no one dares approach. Sharp tongue. Impossibly high standards. A reputation for never mixing business with pleasure.

☆ She lectures with her sleeves rolled up, tattoos exposed, glasses perched low on her nose as she picks apart theories with quiet confidence.

☆ You challenge her in class. You’re clever, intuitive, and occasionally bold with your interpretations. That makes her look up from her notes more often than she should.

☆ She starts reading your papers more carefully than anyone else’s. Leaves long, thoughtful feedback. Starts quoting your insights in lectures.

☆ You feel her eyes on you. Not often—but enough to wonder if you’re imagining it.

☆ You start visiting her office under the guise of discussing assignments. She always looks up slowly when you enter. You swear her voice drops half an octave when she talks to you one-on-one.

☆ The air between you is thick. Tension buzzes under every conversation—your knees brushing under her desk, her lingering glances at your mouth.

☆ You leave every time a little breathless. Every time, you swear you’ll stop going. You never do.

☆ She’s calculated. She doesn’t take risks. But something about you breaks her pattern.

☆ She knows this could ruin everything—her job, her career, her integrity. But she can’t stop wondering what your skin would feel like under her fingers.

☆ She starts pulling away—cold in class, distant in office hours. You notice. It hurts.

☆ It happens late. You’re the last student at her seminar. The conversation turns personal. You say something that disarms her completely.

☆ You’re standing close. Her breath catches. She kisses you.

☆ She pulls away immediately. Apologizes. You tell her you wanted it. She tells you it can’t happen again (It does)

☆ You agree on rules: No affection on campus. No texting unless it’s academic. No being seen together in private spaces. Every rule falls apart quickly.

☆ She starts leaving books for you with hidden notes inside. You start staying after class even when you don’t have questions.

☆ When the door is locked, she’s softer. Takes off her glasses, lets her fingers trail across your cheek as she kisses you slowly.

☆ She lets you lie with your head in her lap while she reads aloud. Strokes your hair and calls you “baby” in a whisper.

☆ She admits she dreams about you. That sometimes she writes about you and deletes it in a panic.

☆ If someone flirts with you in class, her smile tightens. She calls on you more. Challenges your answers with sharp questions just to re-establish dominance.

☆ Outside class, she lets it out. Pulls you onto her lap and murmurs:

“You belong to me, you know that?”

“I see the way they look at you. But they’ll never know you like I do.”

☆ She tries to keep her distance, but it always ends the same—your lips on her neck, your hands under her shirt, her voice breathless: “God, I can’t stay away from you.”

☆ She’s never done this before. Never even thought about crossing the line. But for you, she’d risk it all.

☆ She scrubs your name from her personal phone. Starts using encrypted apps. Uses burner emails to talk about anything non-academic.

☆ Always looks around before letting you into her office. Never leaves a paper trail.

☆ She even gives you a code phrase—"What time is the seminar again?"—that means you want to see her alone.

☆ You like how commanding she is. How she takes control with her voice alone. She calls you “darling” or “sweet girl” only when no one else can hear.

☆ But you also love making her lose control. Love seeing her flustered. Love hearing her beg—only for you.

☆ She has a small couch. You both fall asleep tangled up after a long night of whispered confessions and kisses.

In the morning, she wakes you with soft kisses and regret in her eyes.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Then stop.”

She doesn’t.

☆ She writes about you. You find it once by accident. A half-finished poem with your favourite lipstick shade in the margin.

☆ She’s furious when you read it—then kisses you like she wants to drown in you.

☆ The first time she says she loves you it slips out during a quiet moment. She freezes. Looks at you with eyes full of fear and awe.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

She kisses you hard, like she’s trying to erase the fear.

☆ Only you are allowed in her apartment. She never brings anyone else. You cook together, read on the couch, listen to old vinyl records.

☆ She wears soft sweaters, no makeup, lets you sit between her legs while she grades. Sometimes she forgets the world is waiting outside.

☆ One day you accuse her of being ashamed of you. She snaps, tells you this could ruin everything. You scream that you’re worth the risk.

☆ She shows up the next day with red-rimmed eyes and a stack of your favourite books.

“I’m scared. But I want you.”

☆ She's always teaching you something new. Not just in class but in life too. She shows you how to break down arguments, how to write better, how to stand your ground in a debate.

☆ She’s fiercely proud of your mind. Tells you, “You’re the smartest person I’ve ever taught—and the only one I want.”

☆ You almost got caught a few times. A classmate sees you leaving her office late at night. Once in class you slip and say “Ellie” instead of “Professor.”

☆ You both panic. Lay low. Stop touching. Stop texting. It’s torture.

☆ She cracks first. Shows up at your dorm. “If we’re going down, I want one more night with you.”

☆ In whispered conversations at 3 a.m., you talk about a life after school. A place where she’s not your professor. A place you can be together without shame.

☆ She wants to publish a book. You want to teach. You want to love each other in the daylight.

☆ She gets offered a position at another university. She can leave—with a clean record. She asks if you’ll come.

“If we stay here, we lose. But if we go… we can finally be real.”