Knee Deep - Ellie Williams X Reader

Douchebag Ellie supremacy!

Headcannons: douchebag!ellie x reader

☆ Douchebag Ellie who was the most hated girl on campus because she was literally a bitch.

☆ Douchebag Ellie was in the same class as you and who treated you like shit.

“I thought you were smart dude, I got higher than you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would yawn loudly as you try and present. Or she would literally just make random noises. She was trying to get under your skin.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would boo every time your lecturer asked you to answer a question.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who bumps into you on purpose, making you drop your books and then she walks away laughing.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would insult you on a daily basis, when in reality she was looking for ways to talk to you.

“You look fucking disgusting”

“you’re seriously going to wear that?”

“No wonder your ex cheated on you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who thrives off the attention you give her when you yell at her. Or when you tell her to fuck off.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who sits directly behind you and throws notes at you and who thinks it’s funny when you flip her off.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who gets defensive when her friends say she has a crush on you.

“Dude you’re literally fucking in love with her! You already act like a dick in general but you act like a bigger one around her”

“Shut the fuck up Jesse, this is why Dina left you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who watches you smile with other people but when it comes to her you walk past her. And as much as she likes to pretend it didn’t make her feeling anything, she felting something. It hurt.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who feels a pit grow in her stomach when she saw you walking hand in hand with another girl.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who knows it’s not normal to get jealous when you see someone you know walking with someone else.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who realizes she’s in love with you and that she’s fucked.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who becomes worse after that. Harsher insults and snarkier comments.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who’s mad at herself for not talking to you sooner.

“Dude it’s my fault” Ellie sighed one afternoon.

“if you weren’t such a pussy maybe you could talk to her and ask her out” Jesse spoke as he tried comforting his friend.

“she was so rude to that poor girl; I don’t even think she stood a chance” Dina added

☆ Douchebag Ellie who grew quiet and less bitchy.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who stopped making fun of you and completely distanced herself.

“Ellie are you ok?” her eyes snapped open she was met with the girl she was so deeply in love with.

“why do you fucking care?” Ellie snapped.

“I don’t” you answered. “it’s just you didn’t call me stupid of failing my test”

“well you aren’t stupid” Ellie muttered

“what?” You asked “I didn’t hear you”

“Nothing” Ellie muttered.

Ellie brought her hand up to her face as she rubbed her eyes and she let out a sigh. “Look- can I ask you something?” Ellie hesitantly asked.

“sure”

if I- if I wasn’t such a bitch would you like me? Like- you know.. like like me?” Ellie looked at you sheepishly.

“who says I don’t already?” Ellie started at you with wide eyes as you just winked at her,

“see in class Williams!” you said as you walked away

☆ Douchebag Ellie who got hope that she did actually have a change with you.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who made it her mission to make you hers from that day on.

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.

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Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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☆ You bring Ellie her favorite iced coffee and a container of cut-up fruit, the kids in tow—Arnold babbling in his pram, and Aurora holding your hand in little Velcro sandals.

☆ Ellie knows you're coming, but she doesn't know you got stopped on the quad near the literature building by one of her students.

☆ You’re wearing bike shorts and a cropped tee, sunglasses in your hair, looking unfairly good for someone juggling two small children.

☆ You’re distracted by Aurora asking about clouds while adjusting Arnold’s sunshade when the student approaches.

☆ The student—some cocky, overconfident sophomore—spots you and comes over with a too-wide smile.

☆ “Hey… uh, you lost? Need help finding someone?” they ask, ignoring the fact you’re very clearly fine.

☆ The student starts asking questions that don’t need answering—who you're here for, if you're new on campus, if you have a partner.

☆ You give polite, short answers, focused on Aurora while trying not to cause a scene.

☆ The student leans casually on the pram, cracking jokes and acting like you’re at a coffee shop, not mid-parenting.

☆ You laugh once—a polite laugh—which ends up being a nuclear detonation in Ellie’s mind.

☆ What the student doesn’t know is that Ellie just stepped outside the building to greet you.

☆ She sees the scene from a few yards away—her student leaning way too close to you, eyes shamelessly scanning you up and down.

☆ You haven’t noticed her yet. But she notices everything.

☆ Jealousy hits her like a truck—instant and sharp.

☆ It coils in her stomach, turning to a possessive rage that sits right behind her ribcage.

☆ Her jaw tightens as her eyes laser in on the student’s body language, analyzing every flirty lean and casual smirk.

☆ She’s not just angry—they’re flirting with you in front of her children.

☆ “Are you insane?” she mutters under her breath, already storming across the quad.

☆ Her heart is pounding—part fury, part fear that you were approached at all.

☆ She's not scared you’ll respond—she knows you love her. But the idea of anyone even trying? That’s war.

☆ “Can I help you?” Ellie says sharply as she inserts herself physically between you and the student.

☆ Her tone is low, dangerous—calm in that pre-explosion way.

☆ The student stutters, caught off-guard, suddenly realizing who she is.

☆ “Professor Williams,” they start, awkwardly laughing, “I didn’t realize—”

☆ “That you were flirting with my wife? While she was watching our children?”

☆ You immediately reach out, brushing your hand against Ellie’s back to ground her.

☆ “It’s fine,” you say softly, but Ellie’s not even close to letting it slide.

☆ “No, it’s not fine,” she growls, turning back to the student. “You’re in my class. You should know who I am. And you should’ve known she was mine the second you saw her.”

☆ The student tries to apologize, but Ellie’s already brushing past them and gripping the pram handle like it personally offended her.

☆ She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just walking fast, one hand protectively behind your back.

☆ When you glance at her, her jaw is clenched, and her eyes are distant and stormy.

☆ “You okay?” you ask softly.

☆ “No,” she snaps. “I hated that. I hated seeing that.”

☆ “I wasn’t flirting back,” you say.

☆ “I know,” she mutters. “But they looked at you like they had a chance. And I wanted to punch them through the pavement.”

☆ She takes you into her office instead of walking you to the car, locking the door behind you.

☆ “You look like a fantasy,” she says, her voice low, bitter. “And I hate that other people get to see it.”

☆ You smirk. “You mean you hate that they’re brave enough to flirt in front of you?”

☆ “Exactly,” she growls. “Because it means they don’t take me seriously enough.”

☆ “Or they’re just idiots,” you offer.

☆ “Maybe. But you’re mine. And I shouldn’t have to remind people of that every time you walk across campus.”

☆ She brings it up again at home—still stewing, still thinking about it.

☆ “You’re too pretty to be out there like that,” she says, half-joking, half-serious.

☆ “So I should wear a mask?” you tease.

☆ “Honestly? I’d feel better,” she mumbles, snuggling closer to Arnold on your chest.

☆ Aurora hears the story and yells, “Mommy’s scary!” and Ellie corrects her: “Protective.”

☆ She kisses your hand more that night—rubbing her thumb over your ring like a silent message.

☆ She considers printing a family photo and putting it on the front of her lecture slides.

☆ She’s uncharacteristically clingy for days—grabbing your waist while you cook, following you to the door when you go outside, randomly texting “mine.”

☆ She even updates her email signature to include “Partner to the hot woman with two kids. Yes, that one.”

☆ She mentally blacklists that student—no participation marks ever again.

☆ She references the incident in her next ethics lecture: “Know your boundaries, especially when they involve your professor’s spouse.”

☆ Starts inviting you to campus more often—not to keep you away from others, but to show you off while keeping you close.

☆ Insists you wear her oversized university hoodie on future visits.

☆ You catch her watching you from her classroom window once as you push the pram down the path. She waves. You blow a kiss. She turns pink.

☆ She buys you sunglasses she loves—wants you to wear them when you’re out because “you look hot, but you look taken.”

☆ Occasionally still brings it up just to hear you reassure her you belong to her and no one else.

☆ Starts ending lectures early on days she knows you’ll be around—wants more time just to see you on campus.

☆ Jokes about getting a shirt for you that says MILF—but taken by your professor.

☆ And every time you walk into her office now? She kisses you like a declaration. Like a warning. Like a promise: mine. always mine.

ellie period comfort fic pls? istg i hate this shit but love ur fluff fics KJAKSJHKA:cc

Comfort - (ellie williams x reader)

hi pookieeee!!! firstly thank youuuu, secondly so real. if i could get rid of it forever i would because joh the painnnnnnnn:(((( i hope you enjoy<3333

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: none

Summary: in which she helped you

authors note: its midterm break rn and im so bored, all i do is sleep, eat and write. also do yall think i should make playlist with all the songs people send me as requests???

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Ellie was worried. Really fucking worried.

The two of you were supposed to meet at this new cat café Ellie recently discovered. She remembered showing you pictures that she found on Instagram, and how excited you were.

"Ellie there's ginger cats!" You squealed when you saw the pictures. "Can i hold them?"

"The website says you can"

You let out a scream of excitement and you hopped onto her, straddling her. Her hands immediately went to your hips.

You kissed her all over her face and she fucking giggled.

"Thank you baby!"

Now here she sat all alone with ginger cat on her lap waiting for you.

She sat there for over an hour waiting but you never showed up. She's called you so many times. She's texted you so many times.

I'm here (delivered)

when are you coming? (delivered)

Where are you? (delivered)

Baby are you ok? (delivered)

You're scaring me (delivered)

It wasn't like you to not respond, especially if the two of you had a date planned.

Maybe you were mad at her? Maybe you were ignoring her? Maybe you were in danger?

Fuck, so many possibilities.

She checked your location only to see that you were at your apartment.

What?

She immediately left the café, and she hopped into her car. She was speeding down the highway, praying that she wouldn't get pulled over.

Maybe you fainted, maybe you forgot, maybe you had someone over?

She was terrified.

She pulled into the driveway of the complex and she rushed up the stairs forgetting that the elevator was there. She ran to your door and she unlocked it with the key she had, not even bothering to knock because if you were in trouble then she needed to get there urgently.

She walked into into your apartment and it looked like it always has. It was clean, everything was in its place.

What the fuck?

She slowly walked through the apartment and she checked every room but there was no one. She just has your bedroom left. She slowly opened the door and there was a huge lump on your bed. She walked to the other side of the bed to see you fast sleep covered with a million blankets.

She let out a sigh of relief and she squatted down so she could see your face more clearly.

She gently touched your cheek and your nose scrunched at the sensation.

"Baby" she muttered quietly.

You slowly opened your eyes and she gave you a small smile.

"Hi"

"Are you ok?" Ellie asked with concern "you didn't reply to my texts"

you frown and you reached out to grab your phone from behind you. You switched it on you read all the texts and you eyes widened.

"we had a date?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry"

Ellie shook her head "what happened?"

you look away shyly

"baby talk to me"

"my period started and i decided to take a nap"

'that explains your mood swings' Ellie thought

"oh you poor thing" she got up and she kissed your forehead "does it hurt?"

"A little" you admitted.

"Let me help you"

you nodded at her request and Ellie immediately got to work. She went into your bathroom and she filled the tub with water. She back into your room where you quietly sat and waited for her. She came in and she gently grabbed your hand

"come on baby"

You got out of the bed following her. When you got into the bathroom and you saw the water filled tub you gave her a big hug. You took off your clothes and you gave you got in with a relived sigh.

Ellie took your clothes and she out it into the washer. She immediately went into the kitchen and she looked for every sweet treat she could find because she knew how much loved eating sweet this, especially at this time.

She changed your sheets, she got you pain meds and she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you.

You walked out all clean, and you were immediately looking for Ellie. When you walked into the room, seeing the new sheets the snacks, you were suddenly overwhelmed.

"Oh Ellie" your eyes filled with tears.

"No baby don't cry" she got up and she walked over to you and she hugged you as you silently sobbed. The two of you stood together for a while as you found comfort in her arms.

"Lets lay down" she mumbled.

"Tonight we'll do whatever you want" she said as she cuddled up behind you.

"Can we watch Disney?"

"We can baby"

"can you also get me cheese?"

"Whatever you want baby"

you gave the arm that was wrapped around you a squeeze

"i like cheese"

" i know you do"

"thank you els, i love you"

"i love you too"

<3

Your last band Ellie fic was tooo good can you do rockstar Ellie with karma by raue

Karma - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon thanks for the compliment! firstly this song fucking slaps??? hello???? off topic but rockstar Ellie would be so hot too, like??? I hope you enjoy <3

This story is based off the song Karma by Raue, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading! This song is about betrayal, so I did not follow the lyric 100% but the overall message is the same:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one:)

Warnings: betrayal

Summary: In which you were her downfall

Authors note: It took be fucking forever to get this out because tumblr was not posting my shit but here it finally is! Remember you are loved an to always be kind <3

Ellie groaned as she saw the pictures of you and Abby Anderson.

Take your time

Do you remember all the things you said

Before I took what’s mine

Fear grows with time

It’s hard to believe all the things you did

While blurring out the line

Out of all the people Abby fucking Anderson. Her biggest rival.

"It'll make you feel worse if you keep looking at it" she heard Jesse talk from behind her.

All Ellie could do was throw her phone to the side.

"I know this I hard" Jesse started but before he could finish there was a knock on her dressing room door.

"Are you naked Williams?" she heard Dina yell from the other side.

"It's time for makeup"

"Yeah, yeah let her come in" Ellie sighed.

She heard Jesse chucked before she saw him get up.

"Try to forget about her, ok?" was all he said before he walked out.

Ellie looked at her self in the mirror for a while. She couldn't even recognize herself anymore. She went from a sweet an innocent girl to almost every parents nightmare.

She was covered in tattoos, her lips and tongue pierced. Once she had long hair, but it was cut short. She wore a black wife beater with a leather jacket and tight leather pants. Her neck was decorated with tattoos and chains.

Maybe getting all these tattoos was a good idea, it made her look cooler. It goes with her image.

Joel says it was a bad idea, that she would regret it one day. But she looks so fucking badass she tends to ignore his complaints.

The door soon opened and Dina walked in with her make up kit, practically running to Ellie.

"Fuck, fuck I'm late! I'm late! Maria's gonna kill me"

"Dina chill it's only some eyeliner"

"and foundation" she yelled dramatically as she zipped open her bag and started drawing Ellie's eyeliner on.

It was quiet, peaceful.

Too quiet for a rock show.

In the past Ellie performed in front of millions. She remembered how she almost went deaf because of how loud the crowd was screaming for her.

There were times she couldn't even walk in public alone without hundreds of people running after her. People begged her online to sell her used underwear at some point.

Ellie dominated the music industry with her unique rock style and unique lyrics.

She was a legend.

But now she was a nothing.

No one knew of the famous Ellie Williams anymore.

And it was all your fucking fault. You took that away from her.

The peaceful environment Ellie and Dina sat in was soon disrupted when Maria walked into the room whistling.

Ellie rolled her eyes.

"You look hot" Maria commented as she looked at Ellie through the mirror.

"You did good" Dina she added.

A smile appeared on her face "thank you" she beamed.

"I would've done something better but I was late"

"It's ok… now can you give Ellie and I some time alone"

All Dina did was nod as she started packing up her stuff.

Ellie looked herself in the mirror and she agreed. She looked fucking hot. She hoped that maybe tonight might be her comeback.

She looked good, she felt good and excited. Maybe people would still like her.

Ellie was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door close. It was just her and Maria left in the room.

"Ok look, you barley made any sales-"

"you don't think I fucking know that?" Ellie snapped.

"Getting mad at me won't do anything Ellie"

"you're my fucking manager do something!"

Maria sighed.

"Listen Ellie everyone is buying Andersons album-"

"then do something about it! put me on billboards, make my shit cheaper!"

The room was filed with silence, before Ellie spoke up again: "Maria I can't lose my career"

"I can't lose to her and Anderson" Ellie muttered as she looked down to the ground. defeated.

"Ellie you aren't making money anymore, nobody is buying tickets, you can't pay your staff… I think it's time to give up"

Hot tears filled Ellies eyes. She couldn't lose this. Her music was the only thing keeping her sane.

"If it wasn't for your ex girl maybe-"

But before Maria could finish Ellie got up from her chair and she walked towards her.

If looks could kill, Maria would be dead right now.

"Don't you ever talk about her again. She's fucking dead to me" Ellie said through gritted teeth.

Maria took a step back, afraid that Ellie would hit her.

"Ellie it's ok to be mad at her- but you need to stop holding this grudge. It's bad for you and your career"

Ellie looked to floor. Maybe Maria was right.

"Ellie I'm sorry-" she didn't even bother to stay and listen.

"if you stopped thinking about what she did, maybe you'd be able to save your career"

Ellies eyes widened, and her jaw dropped at what Maria said.

All Ellie did was grab her electric guitar and she walked out the room.

What Maria said hurt her. Ellie loved you. She dedicated her career to you and all you did was stab her in the back.

Maria was there when Ellie cried for you. Maria was there when Ellie realized she was losing followers. Maria was there when Abby announced that you had become her manager. Maria was there.

And this is what she had to say?

Fuck her.

"Don't cry. don't cry" Ellie muttered to herself.

It would ruin her make up. It would ruin the night. Maria already ruined it, but this would make it worse.

Ellie slung her guitar over her body, she heard her chains rattle at the sudden movement.

She walked onto the stage.

No screams. There was barley a crowd.

What do you expect if you perform at a rundown bar?

A few claps came from the so called crowd.

Ellie didn't even bother introducing herself, all she did was signal for Jesse to start the music.

As soon as the beat played Ellie felt alive. It felt like she'd she'd dead for years, starved even, now she's alive.

The music awoke something in her.

Ellie smiled, and when she looked at the crowd her smile dropped realizing, no one fucking cared.

She was wasting her talent on idiots. And it was your fault.

"Give it to me; I don’t want it

Give it to me; I won’t make you feel like someone else

Give it to me; I don’t want it

I’ve lost it"

No one in the crowd seemed to care.

She sang the lyrics with passion. With grace and talent.

Maybe she lose her fucking mind to believe that she could still be a rockstar.

It made headlines.

Awake to your mind

It’s hard to believe all the things he did

Before he said who’s right

Awake to the signs

It’s hard to bеlieve all the things hе said

Before he changed his mind

Abby Andersons new rock broke so many records.

It was all over the news.

Ellie didn't know what to feel. Jealous? Angry? Sad?

She knew she couldn't be mad at Abby, it wasn't her fault. It was yours.

You were the one that made her this big.

Ellie knew she couldn't be mad because at some point in her career that was her too.

You brought her that level of fame too, and you brutally took it away

Ellie met you a heavy metal concert one night.

"You like them too?" Ellie asked surprised when she saw a pretty girl like you in such a dark place.

"I'm fucking obsessed with them" you have her a bright smile.

And the rest was history.

You motivated Ellie to start her career. You motived her to continue with her passion for rock music. You helped her express herself.

You saw her talent.

Everything Ellie was, was because of you.

Most of Ellies first songs were love songs that she dedicated to you. She fell in love with you, and she was too afraid to tell you.

Maybe you didn't like her back and you were her manager after all, if she fucked it up, it would be awkward.

With Ellies unique lyrics and style her career quickly took off.

People loved what she put out, and because Ellie was attractive more and more people craved her.

With you by her side, she had more motivation to make music, hoping that you'd realize her feelings, that she had for you and that you'd like her back.

You were a marketing genius, you knew how to get her music out there in creative ways. You knew how to get Ellie's face everywhere.

Thanks to you, there was not one person in Jackson who didn't know who Ellie Williams was.

Interviews, photoshoots, music videos, you arranged everything. You made her famous.

One night you had asked her "who's your songs about? This girl must be stupid not to see that you love her"

Ellie's reply was a kiss. She put so much emotion into that kiss. She hoped you'd feel all her unspoken feelings.

"It's me?" you questions as she pulled away.

"yeah"

The two of you kissed, you spent the night making love, and you kissed once again. With you in her arms Ellie knew what her next song was going to be about.

The next morning when Ellie woke up you weren't there.

You had vanished. She had grabbed her phone seeing that you had blocked her.

What the fuck?

Ellie whet to her room and her music book was gone.

Years worth of music was gone.

You had left her without a manger and without a music book.

Soon after news broke that you were Abby's new manager and her first singles was one of Ellie's songs.

What the actual fuck.

You were using her. You never felt anything for Ellie. Your heart always belonged to Abby and you had promised your girlfriend that you'd make her famous, and you kept that promise.

Look at her.

She was bigger than Ellie Williams.

Abby's whole album was songs that Ellie wrote. For you.

You took her ideas, her fans, her joy, her love, her everything.

Ellie sobbed into her pillow as she saw the pictures of you and Abby. She saw the way Abby's career took off with her music.

Because of you, Ellie was left with nothing.

No music, no you, no fans. All she had was a failing career.

She was left alone and betrayed by the one she loved most

Are you okay?

mentally, I wasn't for a while, and writing dark stuff did affect me in a way I didn't realize. I took a break, I did some soul searching and when u finally decided to come back I lost my password... pain.

Can you do smt for abby with the song new magic wand by Tyler the creator?

I love her puppy eyes and muscles so much 🥺

Also, i love obsessive women so

New Magic Wand - abby anderson x reader

hi anon!! fictional obsessive women are so hot ughhhhhhhh. i hope you enjoy:) also abby in this pic??? i love her.

this story is based off the song new magic wand by tyler the creator. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: dark themes, obsession, violence, psychological tension

Summary: Abby has never been good at letting things go. And she sure as hell isn't letting go of you.

Masterlist

You met Abby during a supply run in Jackson. Just two soldiers assigned to the same patrol, nothing special. But there was something about you—your laugh, maybe. The way you didn’t flinch when she barked orders. The way you looked at the world like it hadn’t completely fallen apart.

That was two months ago.

Now, she watches you from the shadows.

She doesn’t mean to. At first, it was casual. Coincidental. A walk past the stables. Lingering near the training yard. Asking around. But then she saw you with someone else. That girl—Mia, from the medbay. Too close. Touching your wrist. Whispering.

Abby’s jaw locked so tight her molars ached.

She waited. Quiet. Calculating.

She told herself you weren’t hers. But that wasn’t true. Not really.

You were hers. You just didn’t know it yet.

“She’s gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand.”

You started noticing strange things.

Your door left slightly ajar when you knew you closed it. The sweater you thought you lost suddenly reappearing on your cot. A shadow behind you in the glass of the dining hall. At first, you brushed it off. The world was full of paranoia and trauma—maybe it was just stress.

Then Mia disappeared.

She never showed up to her shift. Her bunk was untouched. No note. No signs of struggle.

You asked questions. Abby watched you from across the rec room as you begged the search party to look further. No one had the energy to care. People disappeared sometimes.

But Abby cared.

Abby had taken care of the problem.

She didn't use a "magic wand"—just her hands. Just enough pressure. She didn’t scream. Abby was proud of that. No mess. No loose ends.

She thought you'd notice her now. You didn’t.

You started pulling away. Spending more time alone. Your smile—her favorite thing about you—began to dim. She hated that. Hated that you didn’t know she was trying to protect you.

Abby tried to get closer. Leaving you small things. A can of your favorite peaches. A leather glove you mentioned needing. You thanked her, politely.

But not the way she wanted.

“I need to get her out the picture, she’s really fucking up my frame.”

Abby started dreaming about you. In those dreams, you kissed her like you meant it. You let her hold you. You begged her to stay. Woke up to soaked sheets and a clenched jaw.

Reality was uglier. You barely looked at her now. You were scared—she could see it in your eyes. That made her blood boil and her stomach twist.

It was that fucking patrol leader next.

Sergio.

Too friendly. Too smug. Too willing to walk next to you, show you how to hold a better grip on your rifle.

Abby followed him. Took his knee out behind the stables. Broke his arm and left him in the snow. Said she found him that way.

It wasn’t about jealousy, she told herself. It was about clarity. You and her—there was no room for anyone else in the picture.

They were ruining the shot. The life she could see so clearly with you.

She’d fix it.

“I wanna be found, passenger in your car.”

You knew it by the fourth disappearance. This wasn’t just coincidence. Someone was doing this.

Someone was doing this for you.

That’s when you found the journal.

Hidden under the floorboard in the old stables. Pages and pages of your name. Drawings of your face. A lock of your hair taped to the corner of a page. Abby’s messy handwriting scrawled beneath every entry:

“I saw her smile today. I think she smiled at me.”

“She wore her green coat. It suits her. She looked cold—I should bring her another.”

“She looked at her again. I want to rip her throat out.”

“She's mine. She just doesn't understand yet.”

Your breath caught. She was watching you. All this time.

“You got a new friend, it hurts. I’ll make you one, I’ll make you one.”

You confronted her. Cornered her in the greenhouse, where no one else went anymore.

"Abby," you said, voice trembling. "What the fuck did you do?"

She didn’t deny it. Just looked at you like she always had—like you were the sun burning through her skull.

“I protected you,” she said. “They didn’t deserve you. None of them did.”

“You killed them,” you whispered.

She stepped closer. You flinched. That hurt her—cut deep.

“I’d do it again,” Abby murmured, voice soft and low. “I’d do anything for you.”

You should’ve run. You should’ve screamed.

But something in her eyes—something fractured and sincere—rooted you in place.

She reached out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek. You didn’t move.

"You don’t have to be scared," she whispered. "I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to see. We can be good, you and me."

And despite everything—the deaths, the obsession, the blood on her hands—your heart stuttered.

Because some broken, desperate part of you wanted to believe her.

Wanted to believe you could be loved that completely.

“Please don’t leave me now.”

Abby kept you in a cabin miles from Jackson. Safe. Stocked. Secluded. A place where no one could come between you.

She made you tea. Lit the fireplace. Spoke softly. Touched you like you were made of glass.

You tried to run once. She found you hours later, frostbitten and sobbing.

She carried you back. Wrapped you in blankets. Kissed your forehead.

“You don’t get it,” she murmured against your skin. “You’re all I have left.”

And eventually...you stopped fighting. Let her touch linger. Let her hold you at night.

You told yourself it was survival. But when she kissed you the first time, your lips parted.

Not in protest.

But in surrender.