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Stories˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆
- drunk running: You and Ellie have always been a storm—chaotic, coiled tightly, unspoken things woven into the silence between glances. One night, everything boils over. Fueled by alcohol, memory, and all the words neither of you ever had the guts to say sober, you're both forced to confront the version of love you’ve built: broken, frantic, desperate.
- look at us now: Caught between a turbulent past with Ellie and a slowly blossoming future with Abby, you're forced to confront everything you thought you knew about love, loyalty, and healing.
- under her desk: You're her secretary—organized, polite, and always on time. She's the boss—cold, brilliant, and merciless. But every glance from Ellie lingers too long. Every touch burns. And every closed-door meeting gets harder to forget.
- to be near you: Ellie was quiet at first, just watching from the background — protective, helpful, always there. But her interest wasn’t harmless. What began as care turned into control, and slowly, you realized she was never going to let you go. Even when you stopped fighting, her obsession only grew stronger.
- the things we do in the dark: A late-night confession turns into something neither of you can take back. In the quiet moments between guilt and longing, you and Ellie finds yourself crossing a line — again and again — in the shadows of a relationship that was never meant to be theirs.
- don't take her from me: Ellie’s always had control—until someone threatens to take the one person she can’t live without
- she: When Ellie starts watching her a little too closely, it’s hard to tell where curiosity ends and obsession begins. What begins as quiet glances and subtle tension quickly turns into something darker—something neither of them fully understands, but both feel deeply.
- when the quiet breaks: Ellie Williams is living a peaceful life on the farmhouse with you—the woman who convinced her not to chase revenge. For a while, things feel almost perfect. But the past never stays buried.
- save your tears: 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.
- girlfriend: In a broken world, Ellie Williams becomes the one constant — protective, intense, and impossible to ignore. Their bond is complicated, but it’s all they have.
- drunk texting: After a night of drinking, a risky text is sent to Ellie — one that unravels buried feelings and turns their dynamic upside down.
- high enough: in which you wanted her
- your best friend: in which you wished she wasn't dating your best friend
- knee deep: in which ellie wanted you back
- sports car: in which she took you for a ride
- beneath the mask: in which she saved you
- one step forward, three steps back: In which your relationship always put you 3 steps back
- crimson days: in which she needed comfort
- quiet room: in which you needed comfort
- the cut that always bleeds: in which she left you bleeding
- Split ends: in which you needed help
- drunk words, sober eyes: in which you confessed
- planets: in which you went on a date
- latch: in which you were trapped
- frostbite: in which you shared a special moment with her
- losing sleep: in which you hated her
- dark red: in which she wanted you to herself
- wash day: in which she helps you with your hair
- rose: in which she cant forget you
- comfort: in which she helped you
- bubblegum: in which you fell in love
- I was all over her: in which she wanted to be all over you
- do you still dream of me?: In which you still dream about her
- laundry: In which you didn't fold the laundry
- bad dog: in which you treated her like a bad dog
- pretty girl: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is
- mary (angst edition): in which you left her to rot
- things to do: In which they got their happily ever after
- satisfied: in which you were the perfect housewife
- in my feelings (angst edition): In which you fell for a loser
- dye it red: In which you dyed your hair red
- ultraviolence: In which she became the person, you've always wanted
- karma: In which you were her downfall
- twilight: In which you couldn't win Ellie's heart
- window: In which Ellie Williams made a big mistake
- in my feelings: In which you showed a loser, a great time
- mary (mental illness edition): In which Ellie wrote you a song.
- brooklyn baby: In which you were dating the world-famous Ellie Williams
- laugh it off: In which Ellie tries to fix your relationship after she was unfaithful
- cool about it: if Ellie couldn't have you, she'd make sure no one else ever will.
- she calls me daddy: You might be engaged but you still always go back to Ellie
- petals on the moon: In which Ellie regrets her decision
- night shift: In which you were the other women
- everybody here wants you: In which you fell in love with someone you couldn't have
- emily i'm sorry: In which Ellie is fucking crazy
- limit to your love: In which you got your heart broken
- I'm not a mountain: In which Ellie makes stupid decisions
- one night only: Ellie wanted needed to see you, but little did she know the one night she wanted to spend with you, would be her final night
- fake it: You and Ellie reminisce on how the two of you got together
- together: Your relationship was toxic, you both knew this... but yet both of you couldn't stay away from each other
- in hell: in which ellie had a taste of what hell felt like
- waste my time: Ellie questions if you really love her or if you were just using her to clean up your mess
- poision: Ellie knows your relationship is toxic, but she can’t help but go back to you.
- nobody; Ellie's biggest fear becomes a reality...
- is there someone else? All Ellie wanted was for you to forgive her
- infatuated: In which Ellie’s “small crush” turned into an obsession
- all the girls you've loved before: Two lost girls, finally found what they've been looking for in each other
- forever: What’s the point of living, if you aren’t by her side?
- moonlight : In which ellie gets high with her lover
series˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆
scream for me: In which not killing the pretty girl was the best mistake she ever made
part 1 part 2 part 3
Therefore, you and me: All you needed was Ellie
part 1 part 2 part 3
Her Sweet girl: in which you had enough
part 1 part 2
Loser Ellie
part 1 part 2
Professor Ellie
professor ellie masterlist
Brothers best friend Ellie
part 1 part 2
Simp Ellie
part 1 part 2
drabbles, hcs and short stories˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆
ellie taking care of sick reader (hcs)
toxic ellie (hcs)
douchebag ellie (hcs)
ellie warming you up (ss)
ellie saying you're a piece of art (ss)
that professor ellie was perfect. please do a nsfw one LOL i feel like she’d be so sweet but also lowkey not BUT ONLY SOMETIMES bc she’s usually gentle but other times she’s like I HAVE TO HAVE YOU HEHEHE but never too crazy but also is she??? im spiralling
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader
masterlist
professor ellie masterlist
warning: NSFW content! MDNI 18+
☆ By day, she’s the composed, sarcastic, brilliant literature professor — but behind closed doors, Ellie becomes the kind of woman who whispers filth in your ear while holding your face like you’re precious.
☆ Her desk is definitely not just for grading. She’s taken you over it more than once, locking the door and muttering, “Need to teach you a real lesson.”
☆ Ellie buys you expensive lingerie “for her eyes only” — and makes you wear it under your clothes to class just to tease her. She'll smirk knowingly while lecturing, completely composed while you're squirming.
☆ That calm, slow professor tone? It drops an octave when she’s turned on, and it drives you wild. Especially when she reads poetry to you while touching you.
☆ She worships your body. Whispers “my good girl” while brushing your hair out of your face. Calls you brilliant, beautiful, irresistible — even when you’re falling apart beneath her.
☆ Subtle in public — a hand on your lower back, a kiss to your temple — but in private? She's feral. Leaves marks like she’s afraid someone else might look at you wrong.
☆ Ellie makes everything sound intellectual… even sex. “Let me illustrate this theory,” or “Let’s conduct an experiment,” as she pins your wrists down.
☆ Some nights it’s slow, candlelit, and gentle. Other nights she’s gripping your hips, leaving you breathless and blissed out because she needed you that bad.
☆ When she keeps the glasses on during sex, you know she means business. She looks down at you like you’re a book she’s studied a thousand times but still finds something new every time.
☆ Yes, she will continue a sentence or a theory while slowly sliding her fingers into you — “Pay attention. This part’s on the test.”
☆ Weekend mornings always start with lazy kisses, sleepy fingers, and Ellie growling, “Don’t get up. Not until I’m done with you.”
☆ Ellie lives to see how far she can push you. Fingers, mouth, toys — she’ll draw it out until you’re crying her name like it’s scripture.
☆ Once in a while she gets so turned on she loses it — hair messy, biting your shoulder, saying “I need you. Right now. Don’t care where.”
☆ Immediately after, Ellie’s soft as ever — running you a bath, wrapping you in one of her flannels, feeding you strawberries like you’re royalty.
☆ That locked drawer in her office? Yeah, it’s not just for documents. It holds your favorite toy, a silk blindfold, and one of your panties she “borrowed.”
☆ Reading You Erotica: She’ll find the filthiest passage from some obscure book and read it to you while you sit in her lap, grinding slowly, whimpering.
☆ If someone else flirts with you, Ellie pulls you close, kisses you hard, and whispers, “Mine. Let me remind you.”
☆ She doesn’t always need to speak. Sometimes it’s a look — those sharp green eyes locking on you — and you know to drop to your knees.
☆ She tells you she dreams about you. That she can’t concentrate in meetings because she’s thinking about how you taste, how you sound.
☆ She calls you her “thesis.” The one thing she’ll never stop studying, never stop learning, never stop needing.
☆ Her hand wraps around your throat, but it’s never rough — it’s possessive. She leans in, kisses your lips softly, and says, “Breathe for me. That’s my girl.”
☆ One time, she made you sit through one of her lectures with a remote-controlled vibe inside you. Smiled at you from the front like nothing was happening — then turned it up when she caught you squirming.
☆ Ellie isn’t flashy with bondage. She prefers silk ties, slow binding, and long stares as she murmurs, “You look better like this. All mine.”
☆ Ellie needs to hear every sound you make. She’ll edge you for hours just to hear the pitch of your moans change, cataloguing them like they’re part of a study.
☆ She tugs your hair not just to dominate, but to angle your head up — to kiss you, to praise you, to look you in the eye and say, “So fucking pretty like this.”
☆ If you're a student, she makes you earn your orgasms during finals. “Get an A, and I’ll ruin you. Fail, and I’ll really ruin you. Either way, baby, you’re not walking right.”
☆ Ellie has a thing for your hands on her — gripping her shoulders, clutching her shirt, leaving nail marks down her back. She thanks you for them like you gave her a gift.
☆ She once let you ride her while still wearing her full robe, glasses slipping down her nose, hand on your waist as she said, “Professor’s privilege.”
☆ If you ever admit to having a dream about her, Ellie insists you describe every detail — while she touches you exactly how you described it.
☆ In bed, she gets scary quiet. One word from her — strip, stay, come — and your body obeys before your brain catches up.
OR UUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME THEY DO IT SHES SO GENTLE
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader
masterlist
professor ellie masterlist
warning: NSFW content! MDNI 18+
☆ Ellie’s stares linger — too long, too intense. She’s studied every detail of your face, from the way your lashes lower when you're flustered to how your lips twitch when you’re nervous.
☆ Even before anything happens, she’s gently possessive. Walking you to your car. Checking if you’ve eaten. Leaving you notes like: “Don’t skip meals. Your brain’s too pretty to starve.”
☆ Study sessions blur into deep, aching conversations. Ellie leans close, hand brushing yours “accidentally” more often, and when your knees touch, she doesn’t pull away.
☆ She tests the waters. A hand on your thigh during a shared laugh. Fingers brushing your lower back as she moves past you. Every time, she watches your reaction like it’s data.
☆ Ellie never rushes. She peels back your fears and walls with quiet intimacy — until you're exposed emotionally long before you are physically.
☆ She thinks about you constantly, but she buries the filthier thoughts — for now. She wants the first time to be something you remember forever. Something clean. Almost holy.
☆ It finally happens when you fall asleep in her office during a rainstorm. You’re curled up in her chair, cheeks soft, lips parted. She presses her hand to her heart and mutters, “Fuck, I love you.”
☆ Ellie is slow, deliberate. She asks, “Are you sure?” more than once. Not because she doubts you — but because she can’t believe she finally gets to have you like this.
☆ She doesn’t rush. Every kiss feels like a poem. Every touch is a sentence. She wants to memorize you.
☆ Ellie never stops looking at you. Her voice drops to a whisper, “Let me see you,” and every time your eyes flutter shut, she kisses them open.
☆ She undresses you like she’s unwrapping something sacred. Fingers trembling, voice low: “You’re so beautiful… God, you’re unreal.”
☆ She trails kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach — pausing to breathe you in like she’s trying to brand the memory into her bones.
☆ She can’t shut up. “You’re perfect,” “You feel like heaven,” “I’ve waited so long for this.” Every word from her lips is soaked in reverence.
☆ She touches you with unbearable care — slow, attentive, gentle enough to make you cry. She whispers, “Tell me what feels good. I want to do it right.”
☆ She nearly tears up when you moan her name for the first time. “Don’t say it like that,” she chokes, “I’m gonna lose it.”
☆ She lets you undress her too — biting her lip as your hands explore. She’s shy, almost bashful, but you can tell how much it affects her.
☆ Between kisses, she leans her forehead against yours. “I’ve never wanted someone like this,” she murmurs, brushing her thumb over your cheek.
☆ There’s no teasing, no performance. It’s raw and honest — Ellie letting herself be soft and human in a way she never shows anyone else.
☆ She keeps whispering your name, like it’s a lifeline. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” she asks, not possessively — but like she’s in awe that it’s real.
☆ She laces your fingers together while inside you. It grounds her. Anchors her to the moment. “Don’t let go,” she says. “Please.”
☆ She wraps you in her arms after — tucks the blanket over you, tucks herself behind you, hand splayed across your stomach like she’s protecting something precious.
☆ She mumbles things in your hair. “You feel like home,” “I’ve wanted this for so long,” “You’re everything.” Half-asleep, full of emotion.
☆ In her mind, she promises: This is only the beginning. I’ll learn every inch of her body. I’ll make her fall apart in a thousand new ways.
☆ After that first time, Ellie starts asking questions. “Do you like it when I hold your wrists?” “What if I got rougher next time?”
☆ You catch glimpses — how her eyes darken when you whimper, how she clenches her jaw when you say please.
☆ She gently pins your hands one night — just to see how you react. When you moan? Her whole body shudders.
☆ The next time, she kisses you harder. Her voice gains weight. She starts giving soft orders. “Spread your legs. Good girl.”
☆ Ellie realizes she loves having control — not to dominate, but to cherish and undo you. Her obsession becomes deeper, darker.
☆ She brings it out a toy nervously, checking your expression. “We don’t have to—” but when you nod, the switch flips. She grins like she’s been waiting for this.
☆ She’s addicted to every reaction you give. The soft gasps. The bitten lip. The trust. She knows she could break you — and the only reason she doesn’t is because she loves you too much.
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.”
girlfriend - ellie williams x reader
this story is based off the song boyfriend by ariana grande, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie williams x reader
Setting: Modern College AU
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)
Warnings: Emotional angst, mutual jealousy, slow-burn tension, internal conflict, drinking, makeout scenes (no explicit smut)
Summary: In a broken world, Ellie Williams becomes the one constant — protective, intense, and impossible to ignore. Their bond is complicated, but it’s all they have.
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Ellie’s hoodie still smelled like her shampoo. You knew that because you were still wearing it, weeks after she left it on your dorm bed like it didn’t mean anything.
But it did. Of course it did.
She knew it.
You knew it.
It was the only thing either of you seemed to know for sure.
You weren’t dating.
You didn’t kiss in public, didn’t hold hands, didn’t label anything. She didn’t ask you not to see other people—but she acted like you betrayed her if you did. You weren’t hers.
But she looked at you like she hated the thought of you belonging to anyone else.
Tonight, that look was on full display.
The party was packed. Bodies pressed too close in the too-small off-campus house, and you were perched on the arm of a couch beside some guy—Kieran?—laughing because he was charming and tall and most importantly, not Ellie.
She watched you from the kitchen, beer in hand, jaw clenched so tight you thought it might crack. You saw it in the way her knuckles whitened around the bottle. In how she ignored the pretty brunette trying to flirt with her.
You knew that look. You’d seen it in the mirror.
Kieran leaned closer, his hand resting casually on your thigh. “You’ve got that look in your eye.”
You blinked. “What look?”
“Like you’re trying not to look at someone.”
Your lips parted, but you didn’t deny it. Just glanced—briefly, too briefly—toward the kitchen. Ellie was gone.
You found her later. Out back on the steps, hoodie over her head, cigarette lit between her fingers—something she only did when she was pissed or spiraling. Maybe both.
“You’re mad,” you said.
Ellie didn’t look at you. “Didn’t know we were playing the jealousy game tonight.”
“We’re not.”
She exhaled smoke, bitter and sharp. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Could say the same about you. Who was the girl in the kitchen?”
She smirked, humorless. “Didn’t catch her name. Didn’t matter.”
Your stomach twisted. “You’re such a hypocrite.”
“So are you,” she said, finally looking at you. “You sit there smiling like you’re in love with him, but you still wear my fucking clothes.”
The silence cracked.
You stepped forward. She didn’t move.
“You left that hoodie on purpose,” you said.
“Maybe I did.”
You were close now—close enough to hear her breath hitch.
“Why do you keep doing this?”
“Because I don’t know how not to want you.”
It felt like a confession, and you hated how badly you wanted to believe it.
It became a pattern. Nights out turned into emotional warfare. You flirted with people you didn’t care about. Ellie showed up with girls she never looked twice at. You exchanged long, loaded glances across crowded rooms.
Neither of you made a move.
Until the night you almost did.
It was late, the party thinning out. You found her alone in someone’s guest room, sitting on the bed with her head in her hands.
“You okay?” you asked.
She looked up, eyes bloodshot. “No.”
You didn’t say anything. Just sat beside her. Your thighs touched. She didn’t move away.
“I hate it,” she whispered. “Seeing you with someone else.”
You swallowed. “Then stop pretending you don’t care.”
“I can’t be with you,” she said, voice cracking. “But I don’t want you with anyone else either.”
Your breath caught. “That’s not fair.”
“I know.”
Then she kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, aching, teeth and tongue and every word left unsaid. Your hands in her hair, hers on your hips, pulling you close, closer, too close—
Then she pulled back. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that.”
And just like that, she was gone again.
Weeks passed. You stopped texting. She stopped showing up. The hoodie stayed folded at the bottom of your drawer.
But you still saw her.
In the way your phone lit up at 2 AM with her name and no message.
In the missed glances across campus.
In the way she looked at you like she was drowning every time someone else touched your arm.
The last straw came during a house party in the city.
You were tipsy. Daring. Reckless. You kissed someone in front of her.
She left without a word.
You chased her outside. Rain had started to fall, light but cold.
“Ellie!” you called. “Wait—”
She turned. Her hair was damp, her eyes furious. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know!” you shouted. “I want—I want you to stop pretending like I don’t matter!”
“You matter,” she said, voice low, trembling. “You matter too fucking much.”
And then she kissed you again. This time slower. Angrier. Sadder.
Like a goodbye. But you didn’t let go.
You ended up at her apartment, clothes wet and clinging, hands tangled in each other like lifelines. She pushed you against the door, forehead resting against yours.
“You drive me insane,” she whispered.
“Then let me drive you insane forever.”
She didn’t answer with words. Just held you like she was terrified you’d disappear.
Later, tangled in her sheets, half dressed and heart aching, you whispered:
“This can’t just be nothing anymore.”
Ellie looked at you, green eyes soft for once.
“It’s not,” she said. “It’s never been.”
Drunk texting - ellie williams x reader
this story is based off the song drunk texting by (name i will not mention) and Jhene Aiko. 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:)
Warning: Alcohol use, emotional angst, late-night texting, mentions of sex, unresolved feelings, soft heartbreak.
Setting: Modern College AU
Summary: After a night of drinking, a risky text is sent to Ellie — one that unravels buried feelings and turns their dynamic upside down.
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1:58 AM
The party had long since blurred.
You were stretched across the living room couch, head tilted back, red cup dangling loosely from your fingers. Bass still pulsed faintly through the floor, though the crowd had thinned. You should’ve gone home. You should’ve stayed home.
But you were tipsy now. And stupid.
Which meant only one thing:
You were about to text her.
Ellie Williams.
Your ex. Or almost-ex. Or not-quite-anything that still managed to hurt like hell.
Your finger hovered over her name.
You hadn’t spoken in weeks—not really, not since that fight.
Not since you said you were done pretending.
She never said you weren’t.
She just... let you go.
But your chest was too heavy, your brain too slow, and your fingers too fast.
you:
you up?
Delivered.
Read.
Nothing.
You dropped your head back and shut your eyes.
This was a bad idea.
The last time you saw her was a month ago. Cold air. Hot tears.
You yelling in the middle of her apartment while she stood still, staring at you like you were a puzzle she couldn’t solve anymore.
“You don’t say how you feel, Ellie,” you’d snapped. “You don’t do anything until it’s too late.”
“You always want more from me,” she said quietly. “And I never know how to give it without ruining it.”
“I’m not asking for perfect. I’m asking for real.”
She didn’t stop you when you left.
But her hand lingered on the door longer than it should have.
2:14 AM
Your phone buzzed.
Ellie:
what do you want?
Your breath caught.
She was always like this—short, cautious. But she answered.
you, you typed. Then erased it.
you:
to talk
A pause. Three dots. Then nothing.
2:22 AM
Ellie:
you’re drunk
You:
so?
Ellie:
you only miss me when you’re not sober
you only remember how we felt when you can’t feel anything else
You:
that’s not true.
I miss you every fucking day.
That one stung. You knew it would. You meant it to.
Your phone buzzed again.
Ellie:
then why did you leave?
Your thumb hovered over the screen.
You:
because you never asked me to stay.
Silence.
You waited, heart racing, guilt settling like fog in your chest. Maybe that was too much. Maybe she’d block you. Maybe—
Ellie:
i didn’t know how
i still don’t
You blinked hard. The room spun.
You:
i’m outside
You didn’t even remember walking to her place. You just knew your hand was curled into a fist, knuckles lightly tapping her apartment door in the cold.
It opened slowly.
Ellie stood there in a hoodie and sweats, bare feet, eyes tired and red-rimmed. Like she hadn’t slept in days.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said. Voice small.
“I know,” you whispered. “But I needed to see you.”
She stepped back. Just enough.
You walked inside.
The place looked the same—records on the floor, your old hoodie still slung over the back of the couch. You stared at it.
“You kept it.”
“I keep a lot of things I shouldn’t,” she said quietly.
You turned. She was watching you like you were a dream she couldn’t decide was good or bad.
“Why did you answer?” you asked.
Ellie’s throat bobbed. “Because I always do. Because I want to hate you, but I don’t. Because even now... I still think about you before I go to sleep.”
Silence stretched like a wound.
“I hate that you only come back when you’re drunk,” she whispered.
You stepped closer.
“I hate that it’s the only time I feel brave enough to.”
She didn’t pull away when you reached for her hand.
The couch was cold. Her body was warm. You sat beside each other in that too-familiar way, knees brushing, fingers playing with the hem of her sleeve.
“You think if we were better at talking, we wouldn’t have fallen apart?” you asked.
Ellie laughed softly. “No. I think if I’d told you how much I loved you, you might’ve stayed.”
You froze.
She never said it back when you did. Not once.
Now you didn’t know what to say.
She turned her head. Her green eyes were glassy. Raw.
“I did,” she whispered. “I just... couldn’t say it out loud.”
You leaned in before you could stop yourself.
It wasn’t a kiss, not yet. Just your foreheads pressed together, your breath mixing with hers, that ache rising again, warm and hungry and full of everything you never said.
“I still love you,” you said, barely audible.
Ellie closed her eyes. “God, I wish I didn’t.”
Then she kissed you.
And it tasted like regret. Like forgiveness. Like maybe this time, you wouldn’t let go.
High enough by k.flay is sooo obsessive ellie with a reader who doesnt know she exists but gets mad when jesse or dina warn her about ellies behaviour
high enough- ellie williams x reader
hi anon! thank you requesting this!! I'm so suprised ive never heard of this song. This is so obsessive ellie coded. I hope you enjoy:)
This story is based off the song High enough by K Flay, 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: obsession
Summary: In which you wanted her
Masterlist
You’d only been in Jackson a month when you first saw her.
She stood out—sharp jaw, freckled face, an intensity in her green eyes that made your chest clench. You noticed her on the patrol schedule, but she never said much. Just stared.
Sometimes you’d look up and catch her watching you across the dining hall. Not smiling. Just... looking.
It gave you chills. Not fear exactly—just something too heavy to name.
You didn’t know her name then. You would later.
“Hey,” Jesse said, sliding onto the bench beside you. “Word of advice?”
You blinked. “Yeah?”
He glanced over his shoulder, then leaned in. “Stay away from Ellie.”
You laughed, confused. “What? I don’t even know her.”
He didn’t laugh back. “Good. Keep it that way.”
You frowned. “Why?”
“She doesn’t… do normal. Gets fixated. You don’t want that kind of attention.”
You rolled your eyes. “Is this some protective crap? I can handle myself.”
Jesse sighed and left it alone. But he wasn’t the only one.
Later, Dina caught you patching up a horse near the stables.
“You seen Ellie around?” you asked casually.
Dina froze for a second too long.
“Why?”
You shrugged. “She keeps popping up. Figured I’d say hi.”
Dina stepped closer. “Don’t.”
Your brow furrowed. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“She gets obsessed,” Dina said flatly. “And you—you don’t see it. That’s how it starts.”
You crossed your arms. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know her,” Dina said. “And she’ll chew you up.”
You didn’t listen. Because Ellie started showing up more.
Always just… there.
When you were in the garden, she’d pass by. When you went for patrol, somehow your name ended up paired with hers. Once, when a gate latch broke and you slipped, she was there—grabbing your wrist so fast you didn’t even hit the ground.
“You okay?” she asked, voice low and steady.
You nodded, stunned.
And when you looked up, her face was too close. Eyes full of something unreadable.
“Don’t scare me like that,” she muttered. Then walked off.
Your stomach flipped.
You were starting to dream about her now. Waking up with her name on your lips.
You didn’t see the danger—not really.
Not until she showed up at your cabin at midnight.
You cracked the door open. She stood on the porch, hoodie soaked from the rain, hands clenched.
“Ellie?”
“I heard you were with Jesse,” she said, no greeting, no smile.
“What?”
“At the bar. You were laughing. He touched your arm.”
You stared. “So?”
“So you’re mine.”
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I mean—fuck,” she hissed, dragging a hand through her hair. “I just—I see you. All the time. And it’s like I can’t breathe when you look at anyone else.”
You took a step back. “Ellie, we’re not even—”
“I know,” she snapped. “But I watch you and I know things Jesse doesn’t. Dina doesn’t. I see you.”
She stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind her.
“I can’t get high enough to not feel you,” she whispered. “You don’t even know I exist and it’s driving me insane.”
You stood frozen as she stepped closer.
“Do you want me to go?” she asked, voice trembling. “Tell me. I’ll go.”
You should’ve said yes.
But you didn’t.
You reached up, touched her jaw. And when she kissed you, it was feverish. Messy. Desperate.
Like she’d been dying for this. Like you were air.
You were hers after that. Not officially. Not publicly.
But in the ways that mattered.
Ellie’s hands on your hips. Her breath on your neck. Her knife tucked in your bag when she thought you’d forgotten one. Her voice soft in your ear—“Don’t ever leave without telling me.”
When Jesse looked at you too long, she knocked over his drink and didn’t apologize.
When Dina gave you that look—worry, warning—Ellie cornered her outside and came back with blood on her knuckles.
“You’re scaring people,” you said one night, whispering into her skin.
“I don’t care,” she murmured, pulling you tighter. “Let them be scared. You’re mine.”
It wasn’t until you caught her in your room—reading your journal—that it really hit you.
“Ellie?”
She didn’t even flinch. Just looked up with that same calm obsession.
“You wrote about me,” she said.
You stared. “That doesn’t mean you can—”
“I just wanted to know how you see me,” she said softly. “I think about you every second. I needed to know if it was mutual.”
Your chest ached.
It was mutual. That was the worst part.
You’d fallen for a storm in human form.
You stopped asking questions. Let her in.
Let her love you like wildfire—burning, dangerous, beautiful.
You knew it wasn’t healthy. Knew people whispered.
But when her arms wrapped around you, when she kissed you like you were the only thing that kept her sane—
—it didn’t matter.
Because you weren’t high enough to care.
your best friend- ellie williams x reader
no one requested this lol, i just liked the song... do yall want me to make a spotify playlist off all the songs i've written about?
This story is based off the song your best friend by Kiana Lede, 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: emotional cheating
Summary: in which you wished ellie wasn't dating your best friend
Masterlist
Ellie never planned to fall in love with you.
She always said your laugh was addictive. Always told Dina that you were “a good one” — loyal, grounded, funny. The kind of person who didn’t start shit, who didn’t push boundaries.
But that’s the problem, isn’t it?
You didn’t push the boundary.
Ellie did. And you let her.
It started with late-night walks through Jackson. Dina would stay behind to clean up or rest from patrol. You and Ellie would wander, shoulders brushing, voices soft, dancing around the things you never said.
It continued with touches that lingered — a hand at your waist that stayed too long. A look that lasted one second too much. Her compliments growing too precise. Yours returning just as sharp.
You told yourself: I would never betray her.
And Ellie told herself: I would never act on it.
But both of you were liars.
One night, while Dina slept upstairs, you and Ellie were in the kitchen, whispering about dumb shit, faces inches apart. You’d just said something funny, and she laughed — full and rare — and then she looked at you like she wanted to ruin everything. You saw it coming.
You didn’t stop it.
The kiss was slow, scared — like both of you knew you’d just ripped something open you couldn’t close.
“I’m sorry,” Ellie whispered, lips still brushing yours.
“No, you’re not.”
And you were right.
Guilt became your second skin.
You smiled in front of Dina. You helped her chop vegetables for dinner, listened to her talk about the new recruits, helped her clean out the horse stables.
But you couldn’t stop thinking about Ellie’s hands under your shirt two nights ago, the way she kept saying “fuck, I shouldn’t” while she didn’t stop.
You weren’t proud. But god, it felt real.
You hated yourself for loving it.
One evening, after too much whiskey, Ellie sat on your porch with red eyes.
“I can’t lie to her forever.”
“Then don’t,” you said. “End it. Or stop this.”
Ellie looked at you, jaw tight. “I don’t know how to stop.”
You both sat there in silence. You didn’t know either.
Dina found out in spring.
You never knew how much Ellie told her, but the fallout was brutal. Dina slammed the front door, threw Ellie’s jacket across the porch, and didn’t speak to you for a month.
Ellie moved out of their house.
She stayed in one of the abandoned cabins by the trees, didn’t talk to anyone for days.
You visited once, stood outside her door. “Ellie, say something.”
“I’m a fucking coward,” came her voice. “Don’t come back.”
You left.
But you didn’t stop loving her.
Time passed.
The pain dulled, but it never left. People stopped looking at you like you were contagious. Dina started laughing again, even made peace with you one afternoon when she found you alone by the stables.
“I’m not ready to forgive you,” she said. “But I know you loved her. That’s worse.”
You nodded. Because it was true.
Ellie stayed distant for months.
Then one day, you found a note slipped under your door.
“I’m still in love with you.
-E"
You found her at the lake, sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling in the water.
She didn’t look at you as you sat beside her.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said quietly.
“I almost didn’t,” you replied. “But I never stopped loving you either.”
She finally turned to face you — eyes green and heavy with regret.
“I ruined everything,” Ellie said.
“You broke her heart,” you agreed. “And mine. But I let you.”
Silence again.
Then: “Do you think we can try again? For real this time?”
You breathed out slowly. “Only if we stop lying. To everyone. To ourselves.”
Ellie nodded. “I want to love you right this time.”
It wasn’t perfect.
People judged. Dina kept her distance. Some friendships faded. But you and Ellie stood in it — the mess, the guilt, the consequences.
You built something real from the wreckage.
The touches became open. The glances weren’t stolen. Her hand on yours at the bar felt proud now. You kissed in daylight.
Sometimes, she still looked sad — when she remembered what she lost. What she broke.
But when she looked at you, there was love. Raw, honest, painful — but whole.
One night, in your shared bed, she whispered, “You’re not her best friend anymore.”
You smiled, touched her jaw. “No. I’m yours.”
I cant stop thinking about dark desperate ex gf ellie who broke up with you for cat a few years ago but now is knee deep in love and keeps trying to manipulate your relationship with your gf (jesse and dina try to stop her but... Young love what can we do)
Knee deep - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! I really like this idea... I lowkey wanna make a part 2 to this... i hope you enjoy:)
Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
requests are open, send me your thoughts:)
Warnings: Emotional manipulation, toxic behaviors, mention of infidelity (emotional), angst-heavy, complex feelings, swearing.
Summary: In which ellie wanted you back
Masterlist
Ellie Williams wasn’t supposed to come back. Not after what she did.
You’d built a life—steady, slow, whole—without her. Two years since she left you for Cat. Two years of grief, resentment, quiet rebuilding. Two years of convincing yourself that her absence was your freedom.
Now she stood outside the Tipsy Bison, a cigarette twitching between her fingers, hood up, green eyes tracking you like a mark.
“Hey,” she said when you stepped outside, your name low and husky on her tongue like a secret. “Been a while.”
Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t seen that face in two years—only through half-memories and the hollow ache of dreams you refused to admit you had. She still looked the same. Tired. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that only hurt now.
You didn’t answer.
Ellie took a drag and blew out a slow breath. “You gonna ignore me forever?”
You wanted to. God, you wanted to.
But something about the way she said it—like she already knew you wouldn’t—cracked the surface.
“What do you want, Ellie?”
She shrugged like she didn’t already have a thousand motives stitched beneath her skin. “I just wanted to see you. Thought we could talk.”
You gave her a hard look. “After two years?”
“Yeah,” she said softly. “After two years.”
Jesse didn’t believe it. Dina was pissed. Even Maria—who didn’t usually let things shake her—grew cold the moment Ellie’s name passed through your lips.
“She’s back?” Maria asked, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter, lips tight. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” you answered, which wasn’t a lie. Not really.
“She’s dangerous,” Dina added, always the realist. “Not in the ‘gonna hurt you physically’ way. In the ‘gonna pull your brain apart thread by thread’ way.”
You told yourself they were being dramatic. That you were stronger now. That Ellie couldn’t touch you anymore.
But then she started showing up.
Once at the diner where you worked—ordering coffee she never drank. Once near your cabin, claiming she “just happened to be walking by.” And once, late at night, waiting on your porch with a bottle of whiskey and a sad, slanted smile.
You didn’t let her in. Not that night.
The day she finally got to you was rainy. Thunder hung in the distance, and Cat was away on patrol. You’d been in the garden, hands dirty, hair damp, when Ellie showed up at the gate like a ghost resurrected.
“You still wear that necklace I gave you,” she said, voice soft and surprised.
You looked down. A slip of silver tucked beneath your shirt. You’d forgotten it was there. It pissed you off that she noticed. Pissed you off more that you hadn’t taken it off.
You wanted to tell her to leave, but she just kept going.
“I fucked up,” she whispered. “I thought Cat was… I don’t know. Simpler. Safer. But it was never like it was with you.”
You rolled your eyes, wiping mud on your pants. “You’re two years too late.”
“Are you happy?” she asked suddenly referring to the girl you had recently started dating.
Her name was Daisy. She was perfect, she gave you everything Ellie didn't. But you didn't love her like you loved Ellie.
No one could compare to Ellie.
The question landed like a gut punch. You weren’t expecting it. She leaned in then, crowding your space, eyes glassy and searching.
“Does she make you feel the way I did?”
You stared at her. “She doesn’t make me feel like shit. That’s the difference.”
Ellie flinched, and for a moment, you felt victorious.
But then she laughed—low, bitter. “You say that, but you’re not pushing me away.”
You did, then. Shoved her back with dirt-caked fingers and slammed the gate shut.
The problem was—Ellie didn’t stop.
She started leaving things. A drawing of you from memory, folded neatly in your mailbox. A song on a tape labeled "for the nights you still think of me." A note under your door that said, “She doesn’t know you like I do. She never will.”
You told yourself you hated it. You told yourself it was manipulation. You weren’t wrong. But you also didn’t tell Daisy.
The tension grew like a weed.
Daisy sensed it. Of course she did. She wasn’t stupid.
“You’ve been weird lately,” she said one night, her voice clipped. “Distant.”
You looked down at your hands. “Just tired.”
“You’re not still hung up on her, are you?”
Silence.
“Jesus,” Daisy muttered. “You are.”
“It’s not like that,” you insisted, even though it was exactly like that. Ellie was a wound that never fully healed. Just scarred over enough to convince you it had.
Daisy stood up, disgusted. “She left you. She replaced you. And now she comes back and suddenly you’re forgetting everything we’ve built?”
You didn’t answer.
Because Ellie had taken up space in your mind again. And you were letting her.
The night it all boiled over, the power had gone out.
A storm swept through Jackson and left the town flickering in candlelight. You were alone in your cabin when a knock hit your door. Slow. Measured.
You knew it was her.
Ellie didn’t wait to be invited. She stepped in, soaked to the bone, hair plastered to her forehead, and eyes wild with something between hope and desperation.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s you. It’s always been you.”
You backed away, heart hammering. “You left me.”
“I know,” she said, voice breaking. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to love you the right way.”
“And now you do?”
She walked closer. “Now I’d rather fuck it up trying than live without you.”
You hated how your knees weakened. Hated how she knew just what to say.
“This is wrong,” you said.
“But it feels right,” she countered, and then she kissed you.
It was lightning in the bloodstream. Familiar. Addictive. Toxic.
And you kissed her back. Only for a moment.
Then you shoved her away. “I can’t do this.”
Ellie’s expression shattered. “You still love me.”
You hesitated. Then: “That’s not the point.”
The next day, you told Daisy everything.
It ended in shouting. Slamming doors. Tears. She left. Said she needed time.
And you stood in the wreckage, heart hollow, stomach twisted with guilt and something uglier: relief.
Ellie showed up that night. Like she knew.
“I heard,” she said, leaning against your porch railing. “You told her.”
You didn’t reply.
Ellie smiled, and it wasn’t kind. It was something darker. Hungrier.
“Guess it’s just us now.”
Sports car- ellie williams x reader
This story is based off the song Sports car by Tate Mcrae. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing- ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel free to leave one or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)
Warnings: MDNI 18+ Mature content. Emotional detachment, lust, sexual themes, smut, strap-usage (r receiving)
Summary: in which she took you for a ride
masterlist
She drove like she kissed—reckless, sharp, and impossible to forget.
The city lights blurred through the passenger window as Ellie floored it, her hand resting casually on your thigh, fingers tapping out some beat only she knew. You had told yourself you weren’t going to fall again, but here you were—burning for someone who didn’t promise anything. Someone who wouldn’t slow down.
You turned your head and caught her smirk as the engine roared. She looked like she belonged behind the wheel of something fast. Something dangerous. Something just like her.
“You okay?” she asked, like she didn’t already know the answer.
“Are you?” you shot back.
Her fingers pressed a little firmer into your skin.
“Come here,” she muttered, taking a sharp turn that made your heart stutter. She pulled into the back of an empty parking garage, shadows swallowing the car whole.
The world fell quiet.
She leaned over the console and kissed you like she was trying to leave a mark. It wasn’t gentle—never was with Ellie. Her tongue pushed past your lips, one hand threading into your hair while the other slid up beneath your hoodie. She dragged her nails along your ribs, and your hips shifted toward her without thinking.
“Climb over,” she said, voice low and commanding.
You didn’t hesitate. You straddled her lap, knees pressed to the leather seat, hands in her hair. She pulled your hoodie off in one clean motion, mouthing along your collarbone, biting when you whimpered.
Her hands were everywhere—rough, searching, greedy.
“Think I’m obsessed with you,” she murmured, dragging her mouth down to your chest, tongue teasing a nipple before she sucked hard enough to make you gasp. “Or maybe I just like the way you fall apart for me.”
You tugged at her shirt, exposing the ink that curled around her ribs. Your fingers skimmed the scars on her shoulder, the ones she never talked about. She shivered, but not from the cold.
“You always drive this fast?” you asked, voice thick.
“Only when I’m trying to outrun something,” she said, pulling a condom from the glovebox with one hand while kissing you breathless with the other.
Her jeans were undone in seconds. You pushed her back, straddling her again as she guided you down slowly onto her strap. The stretch made your head fall to her shoulder.
“Fuck—” she hissed, hands gripping your waist as you started to move. “Just like that, baby…”
The car smelled like sweat and sex and the faint scent of pine from the old air freshener swinging by the mirror. You rode her hard, chasing that sharp edge, watching her eyes darken as she lost herself beneath you.
Your name fell from her lips like a confession.
She came first, hands trembling, mouth open against your throat. You followed seconds later, collapsing against her as your heart raced like her engine.
You stayed like that for a moment. Silent. Breathing each other in.
But Ellie was already lighting a cigarette, window cracked, profile cold in the moonlight.
You leaned back, pulling your hoodie over your bare chest.
“You always leave after?” you asked, knowing the answer.
She looked at you. Quiet. Apologetic in that way that never changed anything.
“I don’t know how to stay,” she said simply. You nodded. Like always.
Because she was a sports car—built for speed, not forever.
And you? You were just trying to survive the ride.
Hiii! Would you be able to write a fic with Spider-woman!ellie x reader, it can be about anything really! I just really like the concept of Ellie being spider-woman:)
Thank you bae<3
Beneath the mask - ellie williams x reader
hi anon!! i hope you enjoy... i lowkey had this in my drafts for a while, this gave me the perfect opportunity to post it:)
Pairing: spider-woman!ellie x journalist fem!reader
requests are open, send me your thoughts:)
Warnings: Violence, blood, injury, language, emotional intensity, sexual tension
summary: in which she saved you
masterlist
Rain battered your coat as you stepped onto the cracked sidewalk, neon lights casting puddles in green and pink. The tip had been simple: “Meet me at the docks. You want a real story? Come alone.”
Maybe you should’ve known it was a trap.
You only saw the glint of the knife when it was too late.
“Gotcha,” a man growled behind you, arms coiling around your waist like a vice. You struggled, panicked, your scream muffled by his gloved hand as you were dragged into the warehouse.
Inside, it smelled like rot and old metal. Four men. All armed. All staring at you like a problem they were about to solve with bullets or blades.
"You're the little journalist, huh?" one of them sneered, pacing toward you. "The one asking questions she shouldn't."
You were thrown to the ground. Pain exploded in your ribs. You tasted blood.
They circled.
You fought to stay conscious as a boot slammed into your gut, curling you up. Laughter echoed off the walls. And just as the knife rose above you—
Crash!!
Glass rained down. Something black and red dropped from the rafters like a meteor, slamming into the floor with bone-crunching force.
She stood there, tall and unshaken, the white spider emblazoned on her chest almost glowing in the dark. A mask with angry red lenses. Her suit was armored, sleek, and stained with what might’ve been someone else's blood.
Spider-Woman.
Everyone froze for one heartbeat. Then chaos erupted.
One of the men lunged. She moved like smoke, dodging low, and drove her elbow into his gut with a crack. He crumpled. Another fired—she twisted in mid-air, the bullet skimming off her shoulder with a shriek of metal. Webs shot from her wrists, pinning two of them to the wall in seconds.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t hesitate.
When the last one raised his gun, she leapt—arms wide, legs swinging—and drove him straight into a stack of crates with a deafening boom. He didn’t get up.
You were still gasping on the floor when she turned to you.
She didn’t say a word. Just stalked toward you and knelt down, scanning your face through that glowing mask.
"You're bleeding," she said—distorted, robotic.
"You noticed," you rasped, barely conscious.
Then you passed out in her arms.
You woke up on a worn-down cot in a room you didn’t recognize. A space heater buzzed softly in the corner. Concrete walls, dim lights, and the faint metallic scent of blood and antiseptic.
You sat up too fast. Pain screamed through your side. Bandages wrapped tight around your ribs. You blinked, heart pounding.
And then you saw her.
Spider-Woman stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Mask still on. Silent.
"...You're the one who saved me," you said hoarsely.
She nodded. No words.
You exhaled shakily. “Why?”
Nothing.
“I—I could’ve died back there.”
“You almost did.” Her voice was softer now. Not robotic. Like she turned off the modulator. Your blood ran cold.
You’d heard that voice before. In a different place. A different life.
Your eyes narrowed.
“…Why do you sound familiar?”
She stiffened.
You sat up more, ignoring the pain. “Say something else.”
She turned away. “I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
Something in your chest twisted. “Wait. I know that voice. Ellie?”
She paused.
Then slowly, almost hesitantly, she lifted her fingers to the edge of her mask and pulled it back.
And there she was.
Messy auburn hair falling in sweaty strands. Green eyes that avoided yours. A busted lip. Blood on her cheek. And a look of guilt and fear so raw it made your throat close up.
Your best friend.
“Ellie?” you whispered again, stunned. “You’re Spider-Woman?”
She looked at you then, finally meeting your eyes.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” she said, her voice shaking. “But I couldn’t let them kill you.”
You stared. Shock warred with betrayal and something else—recognition. The bruised knuckles. The nights she disappeared. The lies. The pain in her eyes every time you asked where she’d been.
“You’ve been lying to me for years.”
“I was protecting you.”
“From what? The truth?”
“No. From them.” She stepped closer, jaw tight. “You don’t know what I’ve seen. What they’d do if they knew you mattered to me.”
You rose to your feet, adrenaline fueling your steps despite the pain. “You should’ve told me.”
“And then what? Let you look at me like I’m some freak? Let you walk into danger thinking I’d always be there to pull you out?”
“You were there,” you snapped. “You saved me.”
“I always save you,” she growled. “Even when you don’t know it.”
The air between you was hot. Sharp. Electric.
Her hands flexed at her sides.
You stepped even closer. “How many times?”
She swallowed hard. “Too many.”
You stared up at her. “Why?”
Silence.
And then, her voice broke. “Because I care about you. Because it’s always been you.”
Your breath caught. Your heart thudded.
You reached out—hand shaking—and cupped her jaw. She leaned into your touch like she hadn’t been touched in years.
“I should hate you,” you whispered.
“But you don’t.”
You didn’t. You wanted her.
So you kissed her.
It wasn’t soft. It was bruising. Desperate. Her hands gripped your waist, dragging you in like she couldn’t help it, her mouth opening against yours with a groan that came from somewhere deep in her chest. You clutched her suit, fingers tangling in the material, feeling the heat of her body through the armor.
When you pulled back, your foreheads touched. Breathless.
She whispered, “Say something.”
You opened your eyes.
“I still see you. Not the suit. Not the mask. You.”
She let out a shaky exhale—half-laugh, half-sob—and kissed you again.
Hello can you write a fic based off of ‘1 step forward and 3 steps back’ by Olivia Rodrigo ? thank you! <3
One Step Forward, Three Steps Back: ellie williams x reader
hi anon! i hope you like it:) I tried something new adding ellies pov.. i hope you dont mind:)
This story is based off the song one step forward, three steps back by olivia rodrigo. 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: Emotional manipulation, toxic patterns, heartbreak, strong language, emotional dependency, insecurity
Summary: In which your relationship always put you 3 steps back
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"You got me fucked up in the head, boy."
You wish you could blame it on the trauma.
On the broken world. On the things she’s seen. The things you’ve seen.
But deep down, you know it’s more than that.
It’s her.
And it’s you.
And it’s this thing you keep calling love just to justify how much it hurts.
You’re sitting on her porch again, arms wrapped around your knees, watching as the sun dips behind the mountains. Her guitar is silent inside. So is she.
You said something wrong today.
You don’t know what, exactly—but her face changed. Her mouth pressed into that tight, unreadable line. She stopped laughing, handed you your coat, and mumbled something about needing to be alone. That was hours ago.
And you’re still here. Because she never told you to leave.
But she didn’t ask you to stay either.
Ellie’s hot and cold. Gentle and cruel. Soft one day, distant the next.
She kisses you like you’re the only thing anchoring her to the earth. Then pushes you away like she can’t stand to be touched.
You never know which version you’re going to get.
It’s always a guessing game.
A test you didn’t sign up for.
A trap she doesn’t even know she’s laying.
And every time you think you’re getting somewhere—one step forward—
She pulls away. Shuts down. Disappears.
Three steps back. Every. Time.
You remember the first time she let her walls down.
It was raining, the kind of cold that seeped through your bones. She had a nightmare and showed up at your door looking half-dead. You held her until she stopped shaking. She cried into your neck. Whispered “Don’t leave.” And you didn’t.
She kissed you like she meant it.
You thought it meant something.
Maybe it did.
Maybe it didn’t.
She never said.
"Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don’t understand."
Sometimes she calls you “baby.” Soft. Real.
Sometimes she calls you “dude,” or doesn’t say anything at all, just grunts and walks past you like you’re nothing.
It fucks you up.
You lay awake wondering what you did.
You second-guess everything you said, every look, every breath.
You practice conversations in your head, afraid that the wrong word will make her disappear again.
You used to be confident.
You used to be whole.
Now, you flinch when she raises her voice. You smile too quickly when she’s calm. You praise her for the bare minimum just because it means she isn’t angry.
You’re in love with someone who’s only ever half-there.
But god, when she’s there—
She’s everything.
ELLIE'S POV (ellie is refered to as you because its her pov! pls don't get confused. i tried writing it from her perspective lol)
“And maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting...”
You don’t mean to hurt her.
You really don’t.
But something in you breaks every time they get too close. Every time they see too much. Every time they look at you with those eyes full of hope and softness and trust.
You don’t deserve that.
You never did.
You love her. You know you do. But love feels like a leash—tight and terrifying. It means responsibility. It means hurting them, eventually. And you’ve already hurt too many people.
You don’t want to be that person again.
So you push. You pull.
You leave the room when things get too quiet. You snap at them when they ask what’s wrong. You disappear, come back, kiss them like they’re the air you breathe, and then say something that makes them question if any of it was real.
You hate yourself for it. But you don’t stop.
Because part of you—dark and broken and mean—likes the chaos.
At least you know how to survive in chaos. You don’t know how to survive in love.
YOUR POV
“Maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before.”
You hear her mention Dina in her sleep.
Just once.
A murmur. A sigh.
A name you’ve never asked about but always felt lingering.
You pretend you didn’t hear.
But the silence after that is louder than anything she’s ever said.
You try to leave. You pack your bag. You don’t say goodbye. You make it to the gate.
And she’s there.
Looking at you like she’s drowning. Like you’re the last thing keeping her above the surface.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I just... I don’t know how to do this.”
You hate how fast you crumble.
You kiss her again. You stay again.
And it’s good. For a while.
Until the next wrong word. The next cold shoulder.
The next time you’re sitting on her porch wondering what the fuck you did wrong.
Because with Ellie Williams, it’s always one step forward... three steps back.
And you never know which one is coming next.
hii, i love your work!! could you write an ellie fanfic for periods mby? it could be user or her. tysmmm!!! <3
Crimson days - ellie willams x reader
hi queen!! I wrote this while on my period. I think we all need to be treated like this tbh.... I hope you enjoy:)
Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
requests are open, send me your thoughts:)
Warnings: Period cramps, implied period symptoms (bloating, mood swings), fluff overload, light cursing, domestic vibes
Summary: In which she needed comfort
Masterlist
“I’m not dying, I just feel like I am.”
Ellie’s curled on the couch like a defeated cat, hoodie pulled over her head, arms hugging a pillow to her stomach.
You hear her groan as you walk in, the kind of pained noise that makes you drop the supplies and immediately kneel beside her.
"Hey. That bad?"
She doesn’t answer—just gives a small, pathetic nod under the hoodie.
You brush some stray hair from her face and kiss her forehead. It’s hot—she always runs warm when she’s cramping. Her nose is pink. Her eyes watery.
“I brought chocolate,” you say softly. “And a hot water bottle. And those trashy action movies you like.”
She peeks at you with one eye. “The one where the guy jumps off the building with the motorcycle?”
You grin. “Director’s cut.”
She manages a half-smile, but it quickly fades when another cramp hits. She curls tighter, biting her lip.
“Okay,” you say gently. “Pants off.”
“What?”
“I’m putting the hot water bottle right where it hurts. Don’t argue.”
She blushes—Ellie, blushing—but obeys. You slide the warm bottle under the hoodie, pressing it gently to her lower stomach.
A breathy “fuck yes” escapes her mouth, and you chuckle.
Then, you lift her legs over your lap and start rubbing slow circles into her calves. She melts like butter—eyes fluttering shut, face relaxing.
“You’re too good to me.”
“You say that every month,” you murmur.
“Because it’s true every month.”
She opens her eyes again, softer this time. Vulnerable.
“I hate feeling like this,” she admits. “Like my body’s turning against me.”
You press your lips to her temple. “Your body’s just a little pissed off. It needs chocolate, heat, and a lot of love.”
She hums. “Got all three, huh?”
“All day, every day.”
You feed her tiny bites of chocolate while the movie plays, wiping a bit of it off her cheek with your thumb. She’s quiet now, calmer, one hand tracing lazy shapes on your thigh.
And when she finally drifts off—wrapped in warmth, comfort, and your arms—you don’t move.
Not even when your leg goes numb.
Because this is what love looks like:
Hot water bottles, stolen hoodies, and a girl tough enough to kill monsters but soft enough to need you.
hii!! I was wondering if you could maybe do Ellie taking care of an overwhelmed and overstimulated reader? in an anxiety attack context!
Quiet Room - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon!! I hope you enjoy:)
Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader
requests are open, send me your thoughts and ideas:)
Warnings: Sensory overload, panic, anxiety attack symptoms, soft physical touch, protective!Ellie
Summary: in which you needed comfort
Masterlist
“Too much.”
It started with the noise.
The clink of silverware, someone’s loud laugh, the fireplace crackling, babies crying in another room.
Then the lights felt too bright. The air too thick. Your shirt too tight.
You tried to hold it in, to smile when Maria offered you pie, to nod along when Jesse joked about patrols.
But Ellie noticed.
Of course she did.
She always does.
She touched your arm—gentle, grounding.
“Hey. Wanna get some air?”
You nodded, maybe too quickly.
She didn’t say another word. Just grabbed your coat, your hand, and walked you out the back door without anyone noticing.
The moment the cold air hit your face, you exhaled like you hadn’t breathed in hours.
But it wasn’t enough.
Your chest still felt tight. Your skin itched. Your heart wouldn’t slow down.
You pressed your hands to your temples.
“I can’t—I can’t shut it off,” you whispered. “It’s too loud in my head.”
Ellie didn’t try to reason with you.
She didn’t say "you’re okay,” or “calm down.”
Instead, she nodded slowly, took both your hands in hers, and said:
“Okay. Then we’ll make it quiet.”
She led you to the stables, where it smelled like hay and saddle leather, not perfume and stress. Where the only noise was a soft whinny and your own uneven breathing.
She pulled you into an empty stall, sat you down, and knelt in front of you.
“Hands on me,” she said gently.
You hesitated.
“C’mon. Just... hold onto my jacket.”
You gripped the soft fabric, trembling.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Breathe in for four. Like this.”
She exaggerated her inhale, slow and deep.
You mirrored her.
“Now hold it... three... two... and let it go.”
You exhaled.
“Again.”
She did this with you for five minutes.
Every time your eyes darted to the shadows, she squeezed your knee.
Every time your breath hitched, she whispered: “With me.”
She didn’t leave you in that storm.
She sat in it with you.
And eventually… the waves calmed.
You opened your eyes. The buzzing was gone. The weight on your chest was lighter.
Ellie smiled softly.
“Hey. There you are.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “For ruining the night.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t ruin anything. You just needed space. That’s not a crime.”
You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to hers.
She stayed perfectly still—quiet, solid, safe.
“Next time,” she whispered, “we skip the party and hide in the barn from the start.”
You laughed, weakly. But real.
PLEASE continue ‘her sweet girl’ but make it where Ellie sees the reader with another person and loses it😢
Her Sweet Girl Part 2/2 - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon! I really had so many ideas for part 2, maybe i should make this a series??? I hope you enjoy!!
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: toxic relationships
Summary: in which you had enough
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part 1
Ellie wasn’t looking for you. Not really. She’d said she needed air, mumbled something to Dina, shrugged on her jacket like it didn’t matter. Like you didn’t matter.
But she was lying.
She always ends up where you are, even if it hurts. Maybe especially when it hurts.
She spots you across the street near the stables—laughing. That laugh she used to pull from you with nothing but a dumb smirk and a too-obvious comment. Now it’s aimed at someone else. A girl with soft eyes and hands that brush yours like it’s easy to touch you. Like it’s allowed.
Ellie freezes. Then burns.
You’re smiling. Really smiling. And worse—you’re letting her touch you. Her fingers graze your wrist, and you don’t flinch, don’t yank away, don’t do anything.
Ellie’s jaw tightens. She’s already crossing the street before her mind catches up.
You don’t notice her until she’s close—too close—and suddenly your smile is gone.
The other girl glances up, startled, and Ellie doesn’t even look at her. She’s locked on you like you’re the only oxygen she knows how to breathe.
“What the fuck is this?” she spits, low and sharp.
You stiffen. “Ellie—don’t.”
The other girl opens her mouth, but Ellie finally turns, snarling, “I don’t remember talking to you.”
“Ellie, stop,” you snap, stepping between them.
She laughs—empty and wounded. “Right. Of course. Gotta defend your new girl, huh?”
“She’s not—” you start, but Ellie’s already unraveling.
“Is that all it takes? A few dumb jokes and someone who actually sticks around?” Her voice cracks, and she hates herself for it. "i thought you loved me"
“I did,” you whisper. “I do. But you keep leaving, Ellie. And coming back like I’m just supposed to wait.”
Ellie flinches like you slapped her. “You were supposed to wait,” she says, almost childlike.
Silence chokes the air between you.
“I’m not yours anymore,” you say, and you sound so tired.
But Ellie steps forward anyway, eyes wild and aching. “Yes, you are.”
You shake your head, but she’s already cupping your cheek—roughly, desperately—and her voice is barely above a whisper now.
“Please. Don’t make me watch you with someone else. Don’t—don’t do that to me.”
And it’s there, that Ellie-thing you used to know. The trembling lip. The stubborn tears. The girl who would rather tear the whole world apart than let herself be left behind again.
“Come home with me,” she says.
And you hate her for it. Because you’re going to say yes.
<3
Ellie Williams x BPD! Reader please 🙏
Split Edges - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! i hope you enjoy:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: Intense emotional themes, self-sabotage, swearing, dark thoughts, panic attacks, co-dependency, manipulation, and one shocking betrayal
Summary: in which you needed help
masterlist
“I’m sorry I go from loving you to hating you in minutes.
I’m sorry I can’t tell what’s real.
I just don’t want to lose you.”
Ellie met you when she was at her worst.
And you?
You were a wildfire in human skin.
Charming one second. Distant the next.
Your moods didn’t shift—they switched. On and off. Light and dark.
And Ellie, for all her trauma-hardened edges, found herself drawn in.
You saw her, truly saw her. Not as a weapon or a survivor.
But as someone worth loving. That scared her.
But not as much as how fast she fell.
You loved hard. That’s the thing no one tells you about BPD.
It’s not drama—it’s devotion.
When Ellie laughed, it filled every empty part of you. When she touched your hand, it was like being stitched back together.
But the fear was always there.
She could leave.
And if she left, you’d unravel. So you tried to hold tighter. Love harder. Be perfect.
But no one can be perfect forever.
Ellie started pulling away after you had your first episode in front of her. You saw her glance at someone else for half a second too long.
Your stomach dropped.
Your heart snapped.
“You’re bored of me,” you said. “You’re already looking for someone else.”
“What?” she laughed, confused. “I just asked them for extra ammo—”
“No,” you snapped. “I saw you.”
The fight lasted hours. You cried. Screamed. Threw your knife into the wall.
Ellie didn’t leave.
But she didn’t touch you either.
And that’s when you knew:
She was starting to fear you.
And that made you hate yourself.
So you punished yourself. Silently. The way you always did.
But Ellie noticed the new scar.
One night, she sat across from you, voice low.
“I want to be with you,” she said. “But not like this. You have to get help.”
“I am help,” you hissed. “I’m the only one who’s stayed.”
“You love me so much you’re destroying me.”
That shut you up.
Because maybe she was right.
So you made her a promise: you’d try.
You’d get better.
For her.
And for a while, you did.
You journaled. You started meds. You smiled more. You apologized when you snapped instead of vanishing for days.
Ellie let her walls down again.
And things were good. Too good.
That’s how you should’ve known something was coming.
The knock at the door came on a rain-heavy evening. You opened it to find Dina.
Alive. Shaking. Pale.
“She told me you were dead,” she said to you.
You blinked. “What?”
“She said you lost it during a raid. That you bled out in her arms.”
“I’ve never even been in a raid,” you said slowly.
Dina stared at you.
Ellie had lied.
Not about you.
About Dina.
Because while Ellie had been healing you…
She’d been hiding the fact that she never stopped loving someone else.
You confronted her that night.
“You said she was gone.”
Ellie sat still, jaw clenched.
“She was. I thought she was—”
“Liar,” you whispered. “You wanted her gone. You wanted me to replace her.”
“You’re not a replacement,” Ellie snapped. “You’re... you're worse.”
The words left her mouth before she could take them back.
And just like that, the switch flipped.
You were done.
You disappeared the next morning. Vanished into the woods.
Ellie searched for days. Weeks. She cried. Screamed. Left notes carved into tree bark.
But she never found you.
Because you didn’t want to be found.
Until the next season, when Ellie found something under her bed.
A recording.
Your voice. Calm. Unstable. Honest.
“If you’re hearing this, I’m gone. Not dead—just done. You didn’t break me. I just finally saw who I was when I wasn’t trying to hold you. You were always scared of losing me. But I think I was more scared of losing myself.”
Ellie sits on the porch every dusk now. Alone. The wind carries echoes of your voice. Not real. But not gone either. She doesn’t know where you are. But part of her knows she’ll never find you. And for once, it’s not because you’re lost.
It’s because you finally let go.
Hello can you do a fic based on the song “the cut that always bleeds” by Conan gray ? Thank you <3
The cut that always bleeds - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon!! I loved writing this, i was chanelling what happened between my ex and lmao. I hope you like it:)
This story is based off the song The cut that always bleeds by Conan Gray. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: emotional manipulation, abandonment, grief, mentions of depression
Summary: in which she left you bleeding
authors note: sup babygirl
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“Every time I think maybe this time it’ll be different.”
You always swore you wouldn’t be the kind of person to beg for love.
But Ellie Williams makes you forget that.
She walks into your life already in pieces, smelling like old blood and regret. And somehow, you make yourself believe that if you hold her long enough, she’ll stay.
She never does.
You know her patterns now: The way she disappears for days without explanation.
The way she shows up at your door at 3 a.m., soaked in sweat and shaking.
The way she never says your name like it means something—but touches you like she’ll die if she doesn’t.
You should walk away.
But the truth is—you need her.
And that’s the worst part.
Because even after everything, after every goodbye that wasn’t really a goodbye, you still hope.
Hope that one day, she’ll look at you and finally say it.
Not I’m sorry.
Not I didn’t mean to.
But I love you.
She never does.
And the more you wait, the more it eats you alive.
“I don’t love you. But I don’t want you to love anyone else.”
Ellie is selfish. She knows that.
She tells herself it’s because she's lost too much. Because she doesn't know how to be good for anyone—not anymore. Not since Joel. Not since Seattle. Not since the blood, the screaming, the way Dina looked at her like she didn’t recognize the person standing in front of her anymore.
Ellie was never meant to find someone else.
But there you were. Soft. Kind. Safe.
She told herself she wouldn’t get close. That she was just tired, just lonely, just... fucked up.
But you looked at her like she was worth something. Like there was a version of her that wasn’t just made of scars and anger and ash.
So she let you in.
Just enough. Just enough to feel real.
She came back to Jackson after one of her episodes—days gone, no explanation.
She automatically made her way to your place. She quickly knocked at the door, almost excited to see your face. When you opened the door Ellie didn't expect to see you in the state you were in.
She didn't expect the silence. She didn't expect the tension. She didn't expect you to look the way you did.
You'd normally be angry. But this time was different.
You were not angry.
Not even hurt.
Just... empty.
“You always come back,” you say, looking at her “But you never stay.”
Ellie tried to tell you the truth—that staying feels like suffocating. And she's not ready to stop running, because if she does, all she hears is the sound of what she's lost.
“I don’t know how to love you the right way, I'm trying my best.” Ellie admits, and it’s not enough. She knows it isn’t. It never has been.
You laugh, bitterly. “Trying isn’t enough anymore, Ellie.”
And Ellie don’t have anything left to give.
Because you're right.
Later that night, Ellie sat on the roof of the old church where the stars peek through cracks in the clouds. She smokes a little. And Ellie thinks of the way you looked at her. The disappointment in your eyes, the way your voice cracked, your honesty.
“Every time I think maybe this time it’ll be different.”
Ellie remembers how you looked sleeping next to her. Peaceful. Trusting. Like you believed—really believed—she wouldn’t break you like she broke everything else.
She did anyway.
She thinks she pushed you to your limit. She knows she broke you.
You’ll move on one day.
Someone else will pick up the pieces.
Someone who doesn’t flinch in the night or run at the first sign of quiet love.
And Ellie will be alone again.
But safe.
Because if no one gets close, no one can leave.
No one can die.
No one can love you just to stop.
Ellie didn’t mean to keep cutting them open.
But that’s what she does
She's the cut that always bleeds.
And you're just another scar that never gets the chance to heal.
“You break me, just to fix yourself.”
The first time you kiss someone else, it feels wrong.
You think about calling her. Just to hear her voice. Just to remind yourself why you held on so long. But you don’t.
Because this time—maybe—you’ll let yourself heal.
Maybe the cut can finally close.
And maybe, when she knocks on your door again, you won’t open it.
You’ll listen through the wood. You’ll hear her whisper your name.
And you’ll stay silent.
Because love shouldn’t be something you survive.
It should be something that lets you live.
And Ellie Williams never gave you that.
<3
Idk if you're taking requests but if so can you write a kinda angsty fanfic where the reader is insecure asf about her looks and is jealous of bestfriend!Ellie because Ellie is so pretty. And as she's gotten older the reader has learned to be less jealous (or just suppressed the feeling) but like one day her jealousy is revealed when her and Ellie are drinking together and like ellie is shocked because she's always found the reader cute. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME 😋
Drunk Words, Sober Eyes - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon!! this idea sounds so cool!! i went back and forth between giving it a happy ending or a sad one. I wanted to kill off a character honestly. But on this rare occasion, let me write something happy lmao. lmk if you want another version:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: a little angst
Summary: in which you confessed
materlist
You’d never really hated Ellie.
But sometimes, being next to her felt like standing beside a lit match—close enough to burn, too far to be warm.
She was everything you weren’t. Confident. Effortless. The kind of pretty that people noticed without her trying. When you walked into a room together, you disappeared behind her glow like a shadow behind sunlight.
She didn’t mean to make you feel small.
But she did.
“God, you’re so dramatic,” Ellie laughed, flopping back on the couch with her third drink in hand. “I did not flirt with that guy.”
You rolled your eyes and took a long sip. Your face burned. “He literally tripped over his words when he saw you. I don’t blame him.”
Ellie raised a brow, cheeks flushed. “You’re being weird tonight.”
You forced a smile, eyes on the floor. “Just tired.”
That was a lie. You weren’t tired—you were cracking.
Cracking under years of silent comparison.
Of wondering if she ever looked at you the way you looked at her.
Of trying to be fine with being the best friend.
Three drinks turned into five.
And five drinks turned into the kind of honesty that stung more than alcohol ever could.
You were lying on Ellie’s floor, legs tangled in a blanket, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. She was beside you, laughing at something stupid, lips glossy with whiskey and chapstick.
You watched her laugh and felt it again—that ache.
And this time, it didn’t stay quiet.
“You ever get tired of being... the pretty one?” you slurred, staring at the ceiling.
Ellie blinked. “What?”
You swallowed hard. The words came like a flood.
“I mean, I don’t blame anyone. You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie. Always have been. It’s just—"
You choked out a laugh, bitter and small. "It’s hard sometimes. Being the... invisible one next to you.”
The room fell dead silent.
You didn’t dare look at her.
Ellie sat up slowly.
“You think you’re invisible?” she said quietly.
You shrugged. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask to be… perfect.”
“Jesus, I’m not perfect—”
“But you don’t get it,” you snapped. “You’ve always been the one people see. Even when you’re quiet, they feel you. I’ve spent years trying to be okay with being the second choice. The backup. The ugly friend.”
You buried your face in your hands. “God, I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
Ellie didn’t respond for a long moment.
And then—gently, almost shakily—she said, “You really think I don’t see you?”
You looked up, eyes rimmed with salt.
Ellie was staring at you like she’d never really looked before.
“I’ve had a crush on you since we were seventeen,” she said flatly.
Your heart stopped.
“What?” you breathed.
“I thought I was being subtle. I figured you weren’t into girls, or you just didn’t see me like that, so I never said anything.”
You stared at her, stunned. “Ellie…”
Her voice dropped, softer. “You’ve got this way of... pretending you’re fine even when you're screaming inside. You think no one notices, but I do. I see every flinch. Every forced smile. And I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”
Your eyes welled up again—but this time, not from jealousy.
From shock. From relief. From finally being seen.
The next morning, your head throbbed, but your heart felt light.
Ellie made you coffee. She was quiet, her usual sarcastic wall softened.
“Do you remember what you said?” she asked, gently, sliding you a mug.
“Every word,” you admitted, clutching the cup. “I’ve never felt so stupid.”
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing to want something you thought you could never have.”
Ellie walked around the table and crouched beside you, hand on your knee.
“You already have it,” she said softly. “You just didn’t know.”
You blinked at her. And then—finally—you let yourself believe it.
It wasn’t all easy after that. You still had bad days. Still saw someone in the mirror who didn’t feel enough.
But Ellie never let you spiral alone.
She kissed your forehead when you hated your body. Held your hand when you felt like disappearing. Told you she loved your laugh, your eyes, your stupid sarcasm.
And every time she did, you started to believe her.
Little by little. Step by step.
Until the mirror didn’t feel so cruel anymore.
Until “pretty” didn’t have to mean her instead of you.
Until you stopped being jealous of Ellie…
And started being in love with her instead.
<3
Will u please made a cute date in the planetarium with Ellie!!✨
Planets - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! i hope you like it:) this story made me feel so single wtf.
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: none
Summary: in which you went on a date
authors note: im spamming yall
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“Are we even going in the right direction?” you ask, out of breath as you follow behind Ellie.
She lets out a laugh. “You’re just tired of walking,” she comments.
The two of you are walking through a damp forest. The air smells like wet moss and the forest floor squishes under your boots. The sky is overcast, an endless sheet of grey, and the only light filtering through the trees is cold and muted. You flinch at the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet. You're not supposed to be outside of Jackson without a group.
But here you are. You snuck out. With Ellie. And now you feel the weight of your actions—the thrill of being away, the fear of getting caught—and the pressure in your chest grows heavier with every step.
Your heart pounds loudly in your ears as you try to keep up. Ellie’s walking ahead, effortlessly, as usual, her pace slow but determined. She’s been quiet, her face lit only by the faintest spark of mischief.
She asked you on a date. You didn’t expect it. Ellie never seemed interested in anything serious. She always kept things light, kept people at arm’s length. So when she showed up one random morning with a single flower in her hand, the words she said next felt like they came out of nowhere.
“Go on a date with me,” she demanded.
You blinked, taken aback. You didn’t think she even saw you like that. The glances, the small smiles she would shoot your way—maybe you’d been reading them all wrong. Maybe she’d just been being herself.
But you said yes. And now here you are, walking with her in the cold, not knowing where she’s taking you.
“We’re here,” she says suddenly.
You blink at her, confused. "What?"
“Close your eyes,” Ellie orders.
You hesitate, but she’s already behind you, covering your eyes with her hands. Her touch is warm, but there’s a rush of heat that spreads through your chest as her fingers brush over your skin. You feel the pulse of her touch radiate down your spine, making your body respond in ways you don't know how to explain.
“Don’t peek,” she warns softly, her voice teasing, yet with an edge of something else, something you can’t quite place.
You take a step forward, the ground beneath you soft and uneven. She guides you carefully, making sure you don’t stumble. You wonder for a second what she’s up to, where she’s leading you, but then you forget all of it the moment she removes her hands from your eyes.
“Holy shit,” you mutter.
You’re standing in front of an old planetarium. It’s overgrown with vines and moss, and parts of the building are crumbling, but it still holds an eerie beauty—something untouched, even after everything. The roof is cracked, and broken glass twinkles on the ground in the dim light, but the dome remains mostly intact.
“How did you find this?” you ask in awe. You look around, scanning every corner, trying to take it all in.
“Joel…” Ellie starts. Then she clears her throat. “Joel brought me here,” she says quietly, and for a second, you don’t know what to say. You hadn’t expected that. "It’s a special place for me," she continues, her gaze flicking to the side. "And… you’re special, so..." she shrugs, looking away, her cheeks turning a little pink.
You stare at her for a moment, processing what she just said. Her words hang in the air, and for once, she’s not trying to mask anything. She’s vulnerable.
You smile, your heart beating faster than before, and you reach out to take her hand. "Thank you," you say softly, unsure of what else to add. You don’t need to say anything more, though. She’s already looking at you, her eyes soft and sincere.
Inside the planetarium, the air smells faintly of dust and decay. The floor is cracked in places, but the projection system still works, though faintly. You can make out a few dim constellations on the ceiling, and what might’ve been a comet streaking through the sky.
Ellie moves toward the projector, crouching down to fiddle with the controls. She looks back at you, her smile a little more mischievous.
"Wanna try something?"
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what?”
Ellie presses a few buttons and the stars shift. She leans back against the projector, arms folded. “Pick a constellation. Anyone.”
You stand up, looking up at the sky projected on the ceiling, and pick out the first star you can find. “That one.”
Ellie grins. “Good choice. Watch this.” She flips a switch, and suddenly, the star bursts into a radiant spiral of light, trailing behind it like a comet’s tail. It’s beautiful, even if it flickers a little.
“That’s amazing,” you say, awestruck. “How do you—”
“I’ve been messing with this thing for a while,” she interrupts, clearly proud of herself. “I can make the stars do whatever I want.”
She slides over to sit next to you. “Wanna make one wish?”
You nod. “Yeah. Just one?”
“Just one.”
Ellie glances at you, her face softening, and for a moment, you both stay silent, the hum of the projector the only sound around you.
Then she’s standing again, brushing dirt from her jeans. “Okay. Now, for something a little less… romantic.” She gives you a wink. “Ever played a game in a planetarium?”
You laugh, not sure what she’s getting at. “I mean, I’ve never been to one until now.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat.” She grabs a couple of old pieces of debris, some discarded glass, and arranges them into a makeshift bowling setup. She stands back and gives you a look, raising an eyebrow. “You ready for this?”
“I guess?” you reply, amused but a little confused.
Ellie rolls the first “ball”—a smooth stone—and it hits the glass “pins” with a satisfying crash. You laugh and take your turn, rolling the stone with as much drama as you can muster.
The two of you take turns, joking, laughing, and trying to knock over as many pins as possible. The competition is ridiculous—completely pointless, but you’re both grinning, caught up in the moment.
After a while, you both collapse onto the floor, still laughing. Ellie lays her head on your lap. You freeze for a second, feeling your pulse spike, but then you let yourself relax, your fingers gently brushing through her hair.
She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with something soft. “Thank you, for… this. For being here. For today.”
You smile, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. “No problem,” you say quietly. “It’s... perfect.”
“You know,” she says, her voice teasing but sincere, “you can’t get this kind of date just anywhere.”
You laugh, nodding. “Yeah, I think I’ll remember it for a long time.”
You both lie back down, staring at the broken planets above. The stars are flickering slowly, and in that moment, everything feels peaceful, like the weight of the world is just a little bit lighter.
“Thank you, Ellie,” you murmur again, your voice barely above a whisper.
She sits up, brushing off her pants, and her face softens. “No, thank you... for making me come back here. I miss him so much.”
Your heart aches as you sit up and take her hand. You squeeze it gently. “It’s okay,” you say softly, looking into her eyes.
She lies back down on your lap, her breath steady as you run your fingers through her hair. The moment feels quiet and timeless. The outside world doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just the two of you here, in this forgotten place, under the stars that don’t shine like they used to but are still beautiful.
“I like planets,” Ellie says, her voice quiet and content.
“I know,” you reply. “I think after today i like them too”
She turns her head to look at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Do you want to be my world?” she asks, her voice teasing, but there’s something in her eyes that says it’s not just a joke.
You blink, and then you laugh softly, warmth spreading through you. “Sure, Ellie. I’d like that.”
She smiles wide, and for once, everything feels just right.
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Hi girlie was wondering if you could do your interpretation of “latch” Sam smith and disclosure ☯️
Latch - ellie williams x reader
Hi poookieeee!!! tbh i had two ideas for this. A lovey dovey one or a angsty one, i decided to go with the angst one!! lmk if you want the other one. I hope you enjoy this:)
This story is based off the song latch by Disclosure & Sam Smith. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: Dark themes, emotional manipulation, obsession, trauma bonding, blood/violence, toxic dynamics
Summary: in which you were trapped
authors note hey:)
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“Now I got you in my space
I won’t let go of you.”
You weren’t supposed to meet her.
You were just passing through. One night, shelter from the rain, a hot meal traded for clean bullets. Then you saw her—
tattooed arm, flannel rolled to the elbows, eyes sharp like she was built of steel and sorrow.
She didn’t say much that first night. But she watched you.
And you watched her back.
People in the commune whispered about Ellie Williams. About what she’d done. Something about vengeance. Something about blood. But no one dared speak it aloud.
Except you.
You weren’t scared of her. You were intrigued. You thought you could handle it.
Oh, how wrong you were....
Somehow, it became a routine.
She'd show up at your cabin. Late. Unannounced. She never knocked.
Sometimes she came with a cut on her lip. Dirt on her hands. Sometimes she didn’t say a word—just grabbed you by the collar and kissed you like she was trying to fuse your bones together.
It was thrilling. Addictive.
You never asked where she went. You didn’t want to know. Because deep down, you liked it.
The chaos. The danger.
The way she latched onto you like you were the only thing left in the world keeping her human.
And you let her.
One night, she doesn’t come home. You wait. You pace. You ask around. Then—someone finds her.
Covered in blood. Breathing, barely. A man dead beside her with his throat slashed.
She won’t say what happened. But something in her eyes is... off. Hollow.
You nurse her back to health. She never thanks you. But she doesn’t leave, either. That night, she holds you tighter than she ever has. You wake up unable to breathe.
And that’s when the dreams start.
Blood. Wolves. Her face but twisted. Smiling.
You should've been scared. But you latched onto her.
You find a journal in Ellie’s bag. You know you shouldn’t look. But you do.
Inside: drawings. Of you. Over and over.
Sometimes smiling. Sometimes sleeping. Sometimes... injured.
One page stops your heart.
It's you, lying dead. Ellie crying beside your body.
A note scribbled beneath: “If I lose her, I lose everything.”
You shut the book. Pretend you didn’t see.
But something shifts after that.
You start to feel it—how tightly she watches you, how she tenses when you talk to others, how she clutches your wrist, not your hand.
This isn’t love.
It’s possession and you were stuck.
You try to leave one night as she slept peacefully.
She catches you before you reach the gate.
"Where are you going?" Her voice is low. Calm. Terrifying.
"Ellie... I can't breathe anymore."
She steps closer.
“You said I made you feel safe.”
"You did. But now it feels like a cage."
Something flickers behind her eyes. And she smiles.
“Then I guess I have to make the cage prettier.”
She gently took your hand, and she took you back inside. You were trapped. She could've put you into a cage and you would've preferred that.
One night, you manage it. You drug her water. You run.
You make it to the riverbank. Steal a boat. You're free.
Or so you thought...
Until someone jumps from the shadows—
a blade to your neck.
But it’s not Ellie.
It’s Dina. Bruised and alive.
“Get away from her,” Dina spoke with a voice filled with sympathy. “She’ll never let you go.”
Your mind spins. “But—she said you were gone—”
“She wanted you to think that.” Dina starts as she slowly brings the blade away from your neck.
"You need to get away"
Ellie appears behind her. Calm. Smiling.
"You were never meant to find each other," Ellie says. Both you and Dinas head snaps into the direction of her voice. You felt your body go cold. Dina's eyes widen with fear.
You can't even recall what happened next. All you remember was the sound of gunshots. It was all a blur.
Dina shoots first.
Ellie dodges.
You grab the gun and fire—
Ellie collapses.
You don’t breathe until her eyes close.
You watched Ellie- the women who has been tormenting you for the last few months bleed to death on the ground before you.
You hear Dina talking. You don't even know what she's saying, the only sound you could hear was the ringing in your ears.
Months went by and you live with Dina now. The two of you don’t talk about Ellie.
You don’t talk about how you sometimes wake up reaching for her.
You don’t talk about how, sometimes, you still hear her voice.
And you definitely don’t talk about the page in her journal you kept.
The one that wasn’t of you dead. The one where she drew herself, alone.
Underneath, it read: “If I let go, I lose her.”
If she scared you so much, why are you still latching onto her?
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Can you do something with toxic Ellie where she sobs and cries when reader gets to her last straw literally having snot running down her nose sliding down the wall actually going through all the stages of grief, trying to justify her cheating, lying etc and tries to forcefully give reader a kiss and hug her telling reader she loves her so much 😣🤚🏼
Her Sweet girl: Part 1/2 - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon!! thanks for the request! This is lowkey based on how my ex and i ended lmao.... i hope you enjoy <33333
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: cheating and alot of angst
Summary: in which you had enough
authors note: so.... I'm back (idk for how long though)
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"Again? Really Ellie? Again?"
She sat in a corner, tears in her eyes.
Ellie looked rough, her hair messy, hickeys littered her chest.
"It was a mistake-" she choked out
"mistake? A fucking mistake?" You raised your voice.
Ellie flinched not being used to you being so aggressive.
You were a good girl. A very good girl. Sweet. Innocent. Naïve. The perfect victim for someone like Ellie.
Ellie grew up watching romance movies.
They were predictable, cringe at times and very unrealistic. She hated the happily ever after, she pulled her face every time the two main characters came together with a kiss.
She hated the happily ever after.
She hated the idea of being with someone forever. Forever sounded too long.
"Ellie you'll get a STD" Joel once told her as they sat for breakfast.
She let out a chuckle as she pour herself a glass of orange juice
"I'm just perfecting my skills"
"Els you're bringing home a girl almost every night. I'm concerned for you"
"Concerned? Because I'm getting laid?"
"That's not what I meant and you know that"
Ellie let out a sigh 'here we go again' she thought to herself.
"Joel please" she begged knowing where this conversation was going.
"you'll never find happiness like this. Do you think you'll find find a real connection with someone if you keep brining different people home"
"I know. I know, I'm still young Joel I have time"
You were sweet. The sweetest girl she's ever met. You were so loyal, caring.
When the two of you hooked up for the first time Ellie was surprised to see how polite you were. You asked her if she was having fun, you offered her water.
Ellie had one rule: never sleep with the same girl twice.
You were an exception.
You made her feel special, you made her feel loved. Ellie loved you and she never thought she would be capable of loving.
As much as she loved you, she could never stay loyal.
Ellie liked the thrill of meeting someone new, she liked the one night stands. She loved her double life.
You caught her one night.
In all honesty you don't even remember what happened. You walked into the room and your eyes landed on Ellie in between a girl's thighs.
You fell to your knees and tears left your eyes as you looked at the scene before you. The girl screamed, and she grabbed her clothes apologizing to you as she ran out.
Elle fell to her knees naked, apologizing as she held your hand gently.
You stared at the wall as tears left your eyes.
The silence felt like hours to Ellie.
You uttered the words: "it's ok, you made a mistake"
"Never again" she promised as she hugged you tightly as you cried into her shoulder.
She lied.
You caught her again a week later and she made the same promise.
Again and again and again.
You loved her so much. So much that it hurt you. You forgave her over and over again.
Someone who loved you wouldn't betray you like this, someone who wanted to spend the rest of her life with you wouldn't treat you like this.
This was your final straw.
You saw the girls underwear when you walked into your shared apartment.
When you opened the bedroom door, she was on top of Ellie and she was giggling.
She was fucking giggling.
You weren't sad. You were.. disgusted. You just stared at them and eventually they noticed you.
"Fucking talk Ellie" you demanded
Hearing her sweet girl talk like this, made Ellie's stomach turn.
"She seduced you, she forced you you were lonely? i didn't make you cum?... what's the fucking reason this time?"
Ellie opened her mouth but no words came out.
She didn't have a reason.
You stared at her 'wow she couldn't even explain it this time'
You were tired. Tired of being lied to, tired of being humiliated.
You walked to your closet and you started packing up your clothes. Ellie suddenly got up and ran towards you.
She grabbed your shoulders forcing you to look at her.
"baby please let's talk about this"
She brought you in for a awkward hug but you gently pulled away from her not saying a word.
You didn't cry, you didn't even react.
That scared Ellie.
The fact you weren't saying something scared her.
She tried grabbing your arm again but you pushed her.
"get the fuck off me"
Ellie dramatically fell against the wall, she slid down as she sobbed.
She was putting up and act, you knew she was.
She laid on the floor in a ball, sobbing loudly but you ignored her.
"if i ever lose you, I'd surely lose myself" she said as she sobbed into her arms. Her cries got louder and louder. She was desperately trying to get your attention.
She just wanted one reaction from you. She wanted- no - needed you to say something.
"You look like a fucking child" you laughed.
Ellie looked up at you through her tears.
You were laughing? What was so funny?
"So you think me crying is funny?" she asked in disbelief
"so you think cheating on me and crying will make me stay?"
She started sobbing again and you just rolled your eyes.
She looked like a toddler after their parent told them no.
She was a sight to behold. She eyes puffy and swollen, she was drooling, and snot was running out her nose. She looked dirty, desperate, pathetic.
She always had you crying like that, but the roles were reversed. You were in control now.
She needed you.
You made your way to the door and Ellie crawled behind you, like the dog she was.
You turned to look at her, and she started kissing your legs.
"baby please" she said through kisses.
"Let me explain"
"No"
She held your leg as she sobbed. You put down your bag and you forcefully pushed her off.
Ellie landed with a thud and she looked at you with wide eyes holding the side of her head (she probably hit her head, maybe she was being overdramatic maybe she was lying who know. She deserves it anyway)
You picked up your bag and walked to the front door.
Ellie suddenly got up and cleared her throat.
"You wouldn't dare leave me. i mean look at you, who would love you?" she said with a grin.
You knew the sobbing was an act. It was crazy how quickly she could change up.
You turn to look at her: "me? i'll find someone"
You look her up and down "you on the other hand, i don't know... i mean who would want to date someone that tasted everyone's pussy"
Her jaw dropped at your words.
"you wont leave me"
"watch me"
"You're unlovable" were the last words you muttered to her as you slammed the door shut.
She looked at the closed door in front of her.
You actually left. You actually had the guts to walk out.
Tears fell from Ellie's eyes. Real tears fell from her eyes.
She put her hand on her chest. Her heart hurts, her throat was closing up. she felt sick.
Is this what real heartbreak felt like?
you actually left her.
Her sweet girl left.
Ellie fell to her knees and she let out a loud sob. She ruined the only good thing in her life.
Part 2
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i literally read ur five everyday i love them sm and i was wondering if u could make a angsty with a happy ending ellie x reader inspired by bubblegum by clairo
Bubblegum - (ellie williams x reader)
hi anon! thank youuu sm!! i hope you enjoy this fic... i tried something new:)
This story is based off the song Bubblegum by Clairo! if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: none
Summary: in which you fell in love
authors note: the good doctor season 7 has me in tears man, like bro why did they have to kill Asher????
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You never thought this day would come. You thought this would only be a fantasy.
If you told 15 year old you that you would be standing in front of Ellie Williams at the alter, she would've laughed.
Both of you wanted this day to be perfect, and it was. The flowers, your dress and her suit, the seating arrangements, everything was perfect.
She looked at you with such love, love that you have only seen in Disney movies.
The two of you held hands as it was time for your vows. Her hands felt soft, and she held you so gently.
Ellie had to go first. Her palms were slightly sweaty. She was nervous.
Very fucking nervous.
You gave her hand a light squeeze and you gave her a small smile. That was all she needed.
"Sorry I didn't kiss you but it's obvious I wanted to"
You smiled as you remembered the awkward memory.
It was a sleepover at Dina's house, the two of you were only 15. It was you, Dina, Jesse and Ellie.
Oh Ellie.
Ellie Williams.
When Ellie and Joel arrived in Jackson you were immediately drawn to her.
She was pretty.
Really pretty.
Very early on you developed feelings for her. You liked the way she drew pictures, you liked the way she cut her hair, you liked her sense of humor. You liked Ellie for her.
When Dina invited you to the sleepover, you almost burst with joy. This was your moment.
Ellie was anxiously packing her bag for the sleepover.
She needed to impress you. She packed all her best outfits. She really fucking liked you.
The four of you played 7 minutes in heaven and the bottle landed on you and Ellie. Dina squealed knowing the two of liked each other.
You were pissing yourself, and Ellie was wondering how she smelled.
She was going to make a move. She needed to let you know how she felt. The two of you walked into the closet, and Dina locked the door behind you.
"Hi" you muttered softly
"hey" Ellie said back.
The two of you sat in awkward silence.
C'mon Ellie make your move
"What's your favorite color?" She suddenly blurted.
A smile spread onto your face before you answered "pink".
The two of you spoke so many things in that few minutes you had together. You learned so much about her.
"You have 2 minutes!" Dina yelled from the other side of the door.
"This was fun" you smiled
"it was... we should talk more often"
She was so close to you. So fucking close. You could feel her breath on your face.
'C'mon move Ellie' she thought to herself.
But before Ellie could make her move, you leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were so so soft. You've been dreaming about this for months.
Ellie's eyes widened at the sudden feeling. She wanted to lean in. She wanted to kiss you back but she was in a state of shock.
Ellie pulled away, and she started at you with a blank expression.
"Times up!" Dina opened the door with a smile.
Ellie got up and she ran out the closet.
You felt embarrassed. Humiliated.
You thought you had a connection, but clearly you were wrong.
Fuck you hated yourself
Ellie would probably never look at you again.
You were so fucking embarrassing.
"Bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse
But my luck couldn't get any worse
'Cause I swallowed the bubble gum
Oh, and these seven years will be pretty dumb
Pink flowers grow from my skin
Pepto Bismol veins and I grin"
It felt like seven years had gone by.
Its been 4 years since the kiss, but it felt like its been longer. After the kiss situation with Ellie, she avoided you like the plague. She never spoke to you again and you hated yourself for that.
Not only did you lose the girl you felt so deeply for, you lost someone you considered a best friend.
Little did you know she was beating herself up too. She was mad at herself for walking away. She was mad at herself for not kissing you back.
She was too embarrassed to look at you.
Ellie never tried again with any other girl, her heart belonged to you. Even though she wasn't sure what she would do to win you back, she knew one day you'd be hers.
Every time you would walk into a room where Ellie was she stopped breathing. If was as if bubblegum was stuck in her throat.
She wanted to talk to you, but the words were stuck.
Every time you were close to her, she'd always imagine all the things she would say, how you'd react, all the possibilities of what could have been.
But she was too pussy to say something about it.
As if her luck couldn't get worse Joel died. Everyone in Jackson could see how it affected her.
Ellie was sad but she was soon filled with rage. She had to go after whoever killed Joel. When she decided to leave Jackson, she had to say bye to you.
Ellie walked to where your house was and she knocked on the door. You opened it and she remembered you were wearing a pink flower dress.
Why was she here?
"I'm leaving Jackson"
Your eyes widened and you stayed silent for a while.
"I'm coming with you"
You stayed by her side the whole time. You were there for her the whole time.
One night you woke up to voices talking downstairs. Cautiously you walked down the stairs and you saw Ellie sitting with Tommy.
"Hi Tommy" you smile.
He gave Ellie a serious look before he walked out, not even saying bye to you.
Ellie turned to you with a sad look, and you could feel the tension in the air.
"You look so nice in your shirt" you say hoping to ease the tension.
It didn't work.
She told you about Abby. She told you that Tommy found her. She told you that she was leaving you to find her. You stayed silent as she explained everything to you.
"Say something" she begged.
"This is sad"
"What is?"
"It's sad because it just hurts"
You stayed silent before speaking up again: "I understand you miss Joel, but killing her wont bring him back. You're choosing someone else over us."
"We're not even together" Ellie hissed.
"I never forced you to come with me"
"Fuck Ellie don't you see?" You yelled "I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?"
She stayed silent at your words.
"I left my life for you, i wanted to be with you. I loved you Ellie! Open your fucking eyes"
She never responded, she got up and she walked out the door.
"Run like you always fucking do!"
She left you. She was gone for 3 months. You were going to give up hope.
Until you heard the front door opened. You ran down the stairs and you saw her in all her glory.
She was bloody, dirty and she had a few fingers missing.
"You're still here" she said with relief she fell to her knees and you ran to her.
Tears fell from both your eyes before Ellie muttered "killing her wont bring him back"
You smiled as Ellie retold the story in her vows. The officiant cleared her throat "i now pronounce you... wife and wife! You may now kiss your wife"
Ellie immediately grabbed your face, and the two of you shared a passionate kiss.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and you felt her smile into the kiss.
This is what you've always dreamed of.
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If you’re still doing song requests I’d love if you can do bad dog by Rosie ugly it’s so loser Ellie core
Bad dog - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon! firstly yes this song is so loser ellie and secondly i've never heard about Rosie before and their music slaps... i hope you enjoy:)
This story is based off the song Bad dog by Rosie! if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: angst.
Summary: in which you treated her like a bad dog
authors note: so i left again and im so sorry, anyways my person life has been kak (that's a word in afrikaans lmao, it describes my emotion the best) but I've arrived and here to spam.
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Sometimes I feel like your lover
Savor salt while I'm there
But it feels like I'm drowning in the thick heavy air
And I'm only your souvenir
You put me outside like a bad dog
And you know you're missing out
On my love
On my love
I just want another taste of you
Right there under my tongue
It gets me feeling excited
Why am I tryna hide it?
you made her feel like a fucking dog.
A dog that has disappointed it's owner and that gets sent outside to wallow in self pity.
Sometimes you made her feel loved, you made her feel like she's the only girl alive. You made it seem like you would fucking die for her but today you made her feel like a dog.
Ellie doesn't know why she feels so hurt, you did this so often. She should be used to this.
The air surrounding you, Ellie and Dina was tense.
It was suffocating.
Ellie and Dina has been friends for years, but as soon as you came into the picture suddenly all the friends Ellie had drifted towards you.
Everyone loved you.
Who wouldn't? You were perfect. There was something about you that drew people, and Ellie loved that about you.
Ellie became a shell of herself. The once loud and confident Ellie Williams became a fucking loser who follows you like a shadow.
Your laugh filled the air, as Dina told a cringe dad joke, Ellie quietly sat watching the two of you.
Your words from earlier that day made her feel sick.
"Just because we fuck, doesn't mean we're something. We're really not anything but fuck buddies. Stop trying, you're pissing me off"
stop trying.
stop trying.
stop fucking trying.
Your presence made her so excited. Just smelling your perfume had her giggling.
How could she stop trying if you were the very reason for her existence?
She couldn't focus on the what Dina had to say, your laugh was mocking her.
Your harsh words were still replaying in her mind. They were suffocating her.
stop trying.
She meant nothing to you.
She should stop trying to win your love. You literally told her to stop.
Even though you made her feel like a fucking dog, the love she felt for kept her going and Ellie wasn't willing to give up.
Remember that song that you wrote me
It wakes me up in the morning
And it feels like I'm drowning in the memories I've been avoiding
And I cannot stop destroying
You put me outside like a bad dog
And you know you're missing out
On my love
On my love
I just want another taste of you
Right there under my tongue
It gets me feeling excited
Why am I tryna hide it?
Jesse told Ellie that you didn't deserve her love. He said that you were missing out on the best relationship of your life.
Jesse was right. Ellie knew she couldn't keep following you around, she knew she should stop hoping you'd fall to your kness and tell her how much you love her.
No, she had to face reality.
He was right.
All Ellie had to do was to go to your apartment and she had to tell you to fuck off. But when she tried she suddenly lost her ability to speak.
As soon as you smiled at her and asked "what's wrong baby?"
She couldn't.
She couldn't break her heart like that.
How can someone say something so hurtful and pretend like it didn't happen? You told her she meant nothing but yet you're calling her baby?
You were a fucked up person.
She wanted to hate you, but she couldn't.
Dogs are loyal to their owners. She wasn't going to leave. She was pathetic. A loser.
A loser who believes a girl who didn't see her as more than a fuck buddy would love her.
Ellie hopes you'll fall for her.
She hopes you listen to love songs and that you'd think of her.
Maybe the memories the two of you have created would consume you. Maybe you'd finally fall for her.
She tries to forget those memories, but she can't. The thought of you kills her.
You showed her love. You fucking cared for her when she was sick.
Surely it all wasn't platonic.
Maybe deep down you love her. Maybe you making her feel like shit was all apart of your plan to suppress your feelings for her.
Everything is a possibility at this point.
I'm all fucked up 'cause
I'm missing pieces
I'm all fucked up 'cause
I'm missing pieces
Ego dying
Loner island
I untied when
We went silent
Showed my colors
Stained the carpet
Not another
Fucking artist
Ellie is a puzzle.
She's incomplete without specific pieces.
Without her guitar, she felt empty. Without Joel she was lonely. Without you she felt like she had no purpose.
No matter how complicated Ellie was, no matter how fucked she was in the head you'd always show her love. Her dark thoughts went quiet, and her once dull life was filled with color because of you.
Ellie started drawing again after she quit years ago because you convinced her to try again.
You were the reason for her very being at this point. That's why she held on for so long. That's why she couldn't let go even though you made her feel like shit.
Ellie thought that she was going to stay in this toxic cycle for the rest of her life, and yes she would've if that meant a life with you.
But one day she woke up and everything around her was dull. There was no more color. No more excitement. When she was around you she felt tired. Drained.
You showed her the world but you destroyed it too.
She hated everything.
As much as she loved you she's had enough.
She has to take Jesse's advice and do what's best for her.
Here Ellie sat in front of the love of her life, telling you that this wasn't going to work.
"Ellie please" she heard your voice plead.
"I love you" Ellie muttered
"prove it" you said, frustration building up in you.
"Stay"
"I can't"
You were almost in tears. You were losing someone who helped you. You didn't love Ellie but she was of convince, she was there when you needed a quick fuck.
If she was just a quick fuck, then why does this hurt so much?
"Ellie if you love me you would stay"
"I love you i truly do, but i love myself too much to let you treat me like a bad dog"
<3
my pookie (the taglist): @hellorai
Hi okay so hear me out , fem reader x mean Ellie, so the reader feels insecure about her looks and ellie seems tired of it and straps the reader in front of the mirror to prove how pretty the reader is , making the reader look at theirself and mean Ellie slaps the reader if they ever disagrees or look away
Pretty girl - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon, fuck yes this is fr Ellie coded. And also just a warning I suck with writing smut so i'm sorry if it's bad.... i hope you enjoy
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)
warnings: 18+ MDI, slapping, strap usage (r receiving), insecurities, kinda mean ellie, mirrior sex
Summary: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is
authors note: ugh it feels so good to be back, i have 12 drafts so be ready yall and also new gore fics coming soon because... live laugh love gore
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"take it" she said through gritted teeth as you felt her pound into you.
"I'm sorry" you cried through broken sobs.
You knew it was your fault. You knew you were the one that yourself into this position.
You and Ellie sat on the couch earlier that day, it was peaceful, the two of you silently sitting together.
A tiktok video landed on your fyp and you couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.
She was so fucking pretty. She was everything you weren't.
It made you sick to your stomach.
Your gaze fell to Ellie as you imagined her with this girl. They'd make such a good couple, like those couples they put on the front page of magazines.
You wondered what Ellie thought when she saw girls like these on her fyp.
Does she wish you were someone different?
"Baby?" You felt her cold hand on your thigh, as she gave you light squeeze.
"Are you ok? You've been watching the same video over and over again" She asked with concern.
"Yeah" you replied hesitantly.
"I was just thinking"
"thinking of?"
You let out a sigh as you turned away from Ellie, you felt embarrassed to admit this.
"Well she's so... she's so pretty" you started.
You gave your phone to Ellie and you watched as she looked at the girl.
"I'm not that pretty, and I wish I looked like that honestly"
"what did you just say?"
You weren't supposed to answer her question. You weren't supposed to say anything.
But you did.
You fucking answered her.
"I wish I was as pretty as her" you said softly, you felt her eyes burning holes into the side of your face.
You missed the way Ellies jaw ticked, you missed the way the frown deepened on her face, you missed the way her eye twitched.
The girl she loved the most was insulting herself and it broke Ellie's heart.
She wished you saw yourself the way she saw you.
The only thing she could do was to show her girl how pretty she fucking was.
Now here you were, on your knees in front of Ellie's massive mirror.
The rug on the floor was burning into the palms of your hands and knees, tears were streaming down your face, and drool fell from your lips. Your ass stung and your cheeks were red from where Ellie slapped you repeatedly.
She wad ruthless with her pace, not giving you time to think.
She was fucking you stupid.
"C'mon baby" she said out of breath
"tell me how fucking pretty you are" she pinched your nipple and you let out a squeal
"Ellie please"
you felt her hand harshly hit your cheek, you moaned at the stinging feeling it left behind.
"i said tell me how fucking pretty you are" she repeated herself.
She was getting impatient. You could feel it in her pace.
"I'm pretty" another slap fell onto your cheek
"I didn't hear you"
her thrusts got harder. faster.
god you felt her in your stomach.
"im pretty!" You repeated louder.
"Now look at yourself in the mirror when you say it"
you slowly looked up into the mirror taking in your appearance.
You looked fucked.
You looked up at Ellie and there was a proud smirk on her face as she looked at where you and her strap were connected.
"Talk baby, or you won't cum" she said before slowing down .
You let out a scream of frustration, and she giggled.
She fucking giggled.
"please- I'll say it, but please don't stop" you begged.
A fresh coat of tears covered your face.
You were fucking pathetic.
Ellie picked up her pace and you moaned with relief.
"talk" was all she said.
You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open, and your eyes rolled to the back of your yeah.
She made you feel so fucking good.
"I'm the- the p-prettiest girl alive"
"that's my fucking girl"
She sped up, you weren't sure how she managed to, but she did. Her fingers roughly met your clit and you moaned at her touch.
You felt something build in your lower stomach. You were so fucking close.
"Ellie" you whimpered
"I know pretty girl, it feels good... c'mon let it out" she spoke to you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing ever.
But in reality she was fucking you senseless, but you loved every fucking second of it. She rubbed your clit for a few more seconds before you felt something snap inside of you.
You moaned loudly, and your body started shaking.
"there you go... my pretty girl" Ellie muttered on top of you as you came down from your high.
You both were breathing heavily, and you made eye contact with your girl through the mirror.
"Hi" you said with a shy smile. All Ellie did was smile back before you felt her move her cock at a steady rhythm once again.
"Ellie" you said softly, as you hissed at the feeling still sensitive from your last orgasm.
"I wasn't done with you, we still have a lot to learn.." she spoke as she thrusted into once again
"now look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me... 'I am the prettiest girl alive"
immmmmm going insane thinking about this 😿😿😿 loser!ellie that would randomly say to u after being staring for so long: “you’re so art deco”/ “you look like that part from Art Deco yk from lana del rey”
like out of nothing , then she would return to whatever tf she was doing🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
pookie this is so loser!ellie coded tbh
warnings: none
Ellie sat on your bed as her fingers strummed her guitar as she patiently waited for you.
Ellie sat in her own self pity because of tonight. You were going out and Ellie had to stay here. She wanted to keep you here with her but that would be selfish.
Ellie knew she was a selfish girl, especially when it came to you, but she knew you needed the break. It would only be a few hours and then you'd be home soon, in Ellie's arms.
Whatever you want you'd get. And if you wanted a night out without Ellie, you would get it.
Ellie quietly hummed when she heard the shower turn off, her eyes lingered at the door waiting for you to walk out, her fingers stilled waiting in suspense.
The opened and hot steam seeped out of the room, and you walked out in all your glory.
Your hair was still dripping, leaving water droplets wherever you walked. Your body was covered in a white towel. You looked so pretty and relaxed, and as you entered the room the scent of your body wash consumed Ellie's senses.
"Hi els" you muttered when you noticed her eyes on you.
You heard her audibly gulp, before she looked back down at her guitar and replying with a simple “hi”.
You smiled at her shyness before you walked towards your vanity. You were going out tonight, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, finally getting a break from your shitty job.
You deserved tonight.
Ellie knew she was being a perv, and this was definitely creepy but how could she look away when you looked like that.
She silently watched as you did your hair, she watched as you walked around the room choosing an outfit, She watched the way the water droplets on your shoulders went dry.
She shouldn’t be staring. That’s creepy, but how could you expect her to look away when you look like that.
god you were making this hard for her.
"You look like that one Lana Del Ray song"
"huh?"
Ellie's face turned read, she felt sweaty, her heart was going to explode out of her chest.
She wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.
Fuck.
"What did you say Ellie?"
She gulped once again before shyly meeting your gaze: "you look like that one Lana Del Rey song" "Which one els?"
Ellie looked away and you walked towards her, placing your hand under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.
"Tell me Ellie"
god you made her feel so small
"Um art deco….. yeah you're so art deco"
a small appeared on your face as you let go of her chin.
"thank you els... you think I look that pretty to be compared to a Lana song?"
"you're the prettiest, but right now, in this moment you look like that song. You could never be compared to anything because there's nothing that describes your beauty. I will never know how to describe you, but through music... it describes like- like a glimpse of what you look like"
When Ellie eventually met your gaze, you stood there jaw dropped.
"Anyway you should continue getting ready" Ellie shrugged, before she brought her fingers back to her guitar.
How could she say something like that and just go back to playing her guitar as if nothing happened?
You slowly walked back to your vanity as you looked at her through your mirror. You heard her play the melody of art deco and a smile spread onto your face as you went back to doing your makeup.
Ellie looked up from where she was playing to look at you do your makeup.
Both of you had the same thought:
How did you get so lucky?
house wife reader x mean ellie 👀 ellie works long hours on the weekdays and takes out all of her anger on her docile wife who cooks all her meals, does all of her laundry, cleans the entire house, and make sure ellie’s satisfied 24/7.
Satisfied - (ellie williams x housewife reader)
hi anon! mean ellie? hell yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I added my own twist. I hope you enjoy <3
Pairing: mean ellie x housewife fem!reader
requests are open, feel free to leave one!
HUGE warnings: toxic relationships, murder, gore, violence
Summary: in which you were the perfect housewife
authors note: I'm literally trying to empty out my request inbox, so be ready because there's a bunch of fics coming your way!
"so when last have you seen her?" The police officer asked as he sat across you.
"well she went out yesterday and she never came back"
you saw him look at you and Ellie's house as he was taking notes.
"Any arguments?"
"No"
once again you saw the pen write something on some paper. You wanted to know what exactly he was writing about.
What was talking him so long? You wanted him to fucking leave.
"Thank you for answering these questions, we'll call if we need anything else" the officer said as he stood up.
"Thank you for your hard work! Do I need to walk you out?" You asked with smile
"no, I'll show myself out" was all he said as he walked towards the front door.
As soon as he was out of sight you got up and ran to window to check if he was gone. You watched his car pull out the driveway, and you let out a sigh of relief.
fucking finally.
You ran to you and Ellie's shared room, and between heavy breathes you said "she almost caught us baby".
You walked towards the bed, where Ellie's decomposing body lay. Flies circled her body, her skin was pale and cold to the touch.
You put some of her hair behind her ear "it's ok now, they'll never catch us" you whispered
You loved Ellie. And you would anything for you. Anything including quitting your job and becoming her housewife.
In the beginning you hated it, staying home, cooking, cleaning. But when Ellie praised you, you fucking loved it.
And soon after you became the stereotypical housewife. Cute outfits, aprons that matched whatever you wore. You always woke up before her, to prepare her favorite breakfast. You cooked her dinner.
You fucking did everything.
The two of you were happy. Until Ellie got a promotion. She got more work, the pressure was getting worse for the poor girl.
Ellie came home late and most nights she barley even slept. You tried supporting your wife as best you could. You tried cleaning the house before she came come. You did all her laundry, you even chose her outfits most days.
But it was never enough for her.
One night you cooked Ellie's favorite meal. A prideful smile was on your lips as you put the plate in front of her.
This would cheer her up. You knew it would.
Ellie glanced down at the plate, and she looked back at you. The dark circles under her eyes looked even darker than they did yesterday.
"You are so fucking pathetic" she started.
"I work all fucking day to come to this shit? And look, this table is dusty" she added.
Ellie got up from where she was sitting and she threw the plate filled with food onto the floor. "You have cleaning to do, and don't fucking serve this shit again" she walked out of the dining room and you sat there mouth agape.
This was the first time she's ever said anything like that to you. You sobbed in the kitchen that night. You felt sick to your stomach.
Everything you did was for Ellie and for the first time she wasn't satisfied with you.
Your main mission in life became to serve. To serve her. But what do you do when the one you did everything for, wasn't satisfied?
The next morning you woke up bright and early, and you cooked Ellie a widespread of breakfast. Fruit salad, bacon, eggs pancakes and so much more decorated the table.
You heard the bedroom door open and you saw her walk out, she glanced at the table
"I'm not hungry" was all she said and she walked out the front door.
You were shattered.
Since that day everything you did was wrong.
You couldn't clean right.
Her fingers ran along the cupboard, and she looked at you with a frown.
"Can you not clean right? Should i get a maid? Because you cant do shit"
you couldn't do the laundry right.
you stood in the doorway watching Ellie fit on her suit. She looked herself in the mirror before she made eye contact with you.
"It's still wrinkled and there's a stain" she pointed out.
"fix it" was all she said before she threw the clothes on the floor.
You couldn't even cook right.
Ellie only had one spoon of her food before she pushed her plate to the side
"what's wrong?" you asked
"this is disgusting"
it hurts. Every insult Ellie hurled at you hurt.
You knew she was stressed but it didn't give her the right to take her stress out on you.
One night you tried talking to Ellie. But she didn't want to. She didn't have energy for this.
"Don't you have a house to clean? Oh wait you can't even do that right" she said through a chuckle.
You snapped.
You let out a scream as you grabbed the lamp on your side of the bed. You jumped onto the bed, and you shit her over and over again.
"I"
*hit
"am"
*hit
"the perfect"
*hit
"housewife" you yelled.
Blood littered the walls, and your hands. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked at the scene.
"Oh Ellie I'm sorry! This room is filthy! I'll clean it"
you scrubbed the walls, you changed the bedding and you gave her a bath.
Everything was back to normal. It was all clean.
You looked at her decomposing body. She looked peaceful and she wasn't being mean anymore.
This was the girl you fell in love with.
You gave her a kiss on the forehead before you muttered "its time for breakfast" and you left the room to start making your girl breakfast.
You weren't sure how long you were going to get away with this, but for the time being you were happy.
She was better dead anyway.
ohh i love your works smmm <3 can i request more loser ellie hc? fluff & nsfw <333
Headcannons: loser!ellie x reader
Part 1 Part 2
Sfw:
☆ Loser Ellie who took you stargazing on the second date.
There was no cloud in the sky as the two of you lay on the soft pink blanket Ellie brought. You were amazed by the stars, and Ellie was amazed by your beauty. She could stare at you for hours.
Ellie was lost in a trance before she heard your voice “what are you looking at?”
Ellie’s throat went dry. Her cheeks tinted pink, she’s been fucking caught.
“the air” she lied all you did was shake your head.
☆ Loser Ellie who refused to touch you because she was so shy. Even holding your hand scared her.
☆ Loser Ellie who had multiple accounts to stalk you because she was afraid that you might think she was weird for watching you every move.
☆ Loser Ellie who was too scared to make a move, and in the process she was pushing you away.
☆ Loser Ellie who didn’t touch you, who didn’t make eye contact with you and you truly felt unwanted.
☆ Loser Ellie who went to your house one night when she saw a picture of you kissing someone else.
She knocked on your front door. She was confused. Angry. Sad. Jealous.
The door opened and there you stood in all your glory.
“What the fuck do you want Ellie?” you asked with a huff.
Ellie’s gaze fell to the floor before she spoke in a whisper “who was she?”
“what?” you questioned
“who was she? The girl you kissed”
“that has nothing to do with you”
Ellie made eye contact with you for the first time in a long time
“it fucking does. We- i- I thought we had something”
“We have fucking nothing Ellie” you replied harshly
“you make me feel unwanted, and so I moved one”
You watched Ellie turn around to walk away and before you closed the door, she ran back to you, grabbing your face for a kiss.
She pulled away looking at you with wide eyes “I’m sorry” was all she said before she ran away.
☆ Loser Ellie who ignored your calls and texts.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys you things that she thinks you would like and she just kept it in her room hoping she’d get the guts to face you again.
☆ Loser Ellie who wrote you letter but she never sent them to you.
☆ Loser Ellie who tries not to cry when she sees pictures of you and other people.
☆ Loser Ellie who has a photo album dedicated to pictures that she thinks you would like. It was a collection of flowers, stuffed animals, memes just things that reminded her of you.
☆ Loser Ellie who loses her shit when she can’t find the letter she wrote you.
“Dina where’s the letters?” she yelled as she threw her clothes from her closet onto the floor.
“I gave it to her”
“what?”
“Ellie-“Dina sighed “you’re losing your fucking mind because of her, I had to do something”
☆ Loser Ellie who wasn’t even mad because you arrived at her apartment.
Before you could even open your mouth Ellie confessed:
“I’m in love with you”
you chuckled at her confession “I know els I read the letters”
And just like that you kissed her. It was a real kiss. Ellie didn’t want you to pull away but you had to tell her something
“in one of the letters you said that I’m the light in your life, that was very poetic” Ellie blushed before she replied
“yeah you are, but can I kiss you again?”
☆ Loser Ellie who asked you to be her girlfriend the next day with a poster because she couldn’t ask you the question.
☆ Loser Ellie who started punching the air when you said yes forgetting you were there. She was very embarrassed afterwards.
☆ Loser Ellie whose palms were so sweaty the first time you held her hand that you kept wiping your hands off.
☆ Loser Ellie who gains more confidence while being with you.
☆ Loser Ellie who has polaroids of you all over her room.
☆ Loser Ellie who has one of your sweaters that she sleeps with every night because she missed you and she was too scared to ask if you wanted to come over.
☆ Loser Ellie who waits at her phone for you to respond.
☆ Loser Ellie who doesn’t always text first because she doesn’t to annoy you.
☆ Loser Ellie who paints her nails your favorite color.
☆ Loser Ellie who secretly gets your initial tattooed behind her ear.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys you both matching outfits, bracelets, shoes, literally she wants to match everything with you.
nsfw:
☆ Loser Ellie who almost combusts when you wore lingerie for the first time.
“holy shit” she breathed when you walked out the bathroom.
“you like it?” you asked with a shy smile.
“I fucking love it, now come fuck me”
☆ Loser Ellie who’s a switch.
☆ Loser Ellie who likes when you ride her because she gets to suck your tits.
☆ Loser Ellie who loves it when she can leave hickeys on you (especially between your thighs)
☆ Loser Ellie who gets most of her pleasure from giving you pleasure.
☆ Loser Ellie who sucks your fingers after you made her cum multiple times.
☆ Loser Ellie who can stay hours in between your legs.
☆ Loser Ellie who’s scared to try new things.
“I want to try something new” she spoke one afternoon
“what?”
Suddenly Ellie went quiet. Should she really ask you?
“i- um- if you d-don’t want to its ok”
“Ellie talk”
“sit on my face please?”
☆ Loser Ellie who like it when you sit on her face. She could die this way honestly, being suffocated by you.
☆ Loser Ellie who keeps your underwear, and she has a whole collection.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys lingerie for you because she’d always imagine how’d you look wearing them.
☆ Loser Ellie who keeps the nudes you send her. She has a special folder.
☆ Loser Ellie who has polaroid’s of you in underwear that she uses to get off.
☆ Loser Ellie who gets turned on when you breathe, so she’s constantly ready to pounce on you when you give her the chance.
☆ Loser Ellie who can never get tired of you.
☆ Loser Ellie who wished she’d met you earlier
Heyy!! I was randomly thinking about a scenario where the reader and Ellie are cuddling on a cold night. The reader's hands are very cold, and Ellie warms them up in various ways. For example, Ellie would use her own hands, and her breath or something to warm them up 😭
oh my god anon, imagine how sweet she would be😭
warnings: tooth rotting fluff and one suggestive joke
You shivered as a cool breeze blew into you and Ellie’s shared room.
You thought you closed it.
Ellie lay behind you, her arm wrapped around your waist and your legs tangled.
On a cold night such as this one, she was always keeping you warm. You loved cuddling with Ellie in the winter but as soon as summer rolled around you didn’t want to be close to her.
Her warm skin pressed against yours warmed you up almost immediately. The only part of your body that wasn’t feeling your girlfriends’ warmth was your hands.
They were fucking freezing.
You were sure that if you didn’t do anything they would freeze off.
You gently turned around in Ellie’s tight grip trying not to wake her up. After a few minutes of struggle, you faced her and a smile spread across your lips. She looked so innocent and sweet. Her brows were slightly furrowed; her lips were pouted.
She was so fucking cute.
You were snapped out of your admiring gaze when you felt another shiver run down your spine once again. You slowly lifted up your hands, as you pulled up Ellie’s shirt to reveal her waist. You placed your cold hands on her waist.
She was so warm.
Ellie’s eyes shot open, and she sat up immediately yelling “what the fuck!?”
You looked at her with doe eyes “hi baby” you breathed
“dude why are your hands so fucking cold?” she said shivering. Her eyes were puffy, her hair was messy, and her voice hoarse.
You sat up with her “I don’t know els, but can you help me? You’re just so warm and I thought you could help” you admitted as you looked down at your hands.
You felt Ellie’s hand touch your shoulder and her other hand was under your chin forcing you to look at her “yeah I’ll help” she with a smile “but only if you give me a kiss”
You rolled your eyes at her request before you leaned forward to give her a slow kiss but you quickly pulled away knowing what would happen if you kiss for too long.
“why’d you pull away?”
“Ellie we both know you won’t stop”
A smirk appeared on her lips “you love it though”
“shut up and help me”
Ellie chuckled as she took your hands into hers.
She was really fucking warm.
You watched as she gently took your cold hands and brought them up to her lips, as left warm open mouthed kisses on your hands.
You immediately felt warmer.
“is it working?” she asked
“almost I’m still a little cold” you replied
A frown appeared on her lips, she was thinking of another way, before her eyes lit up.
“lay down”
“what?”
“baby just listen to me” Ellie begged.
You nodded as you lay on your back. Ellie lay on your chest soon after letting out a sigh as the feeling.
“How is this supposed to help?”
“look” she started as she grabbed your hands, and putting it into her shirt. You cold hands on her skin made her shiver but after a while you finally felt the warmth you craved.
After laying in silence for a while you fell asleep and Ellie carefully got up. She closed the window and she put fuzzy socks onto your feet. She looked down at your sleeping frame and a smile spread on to her face.
She truly loved you, cold hands and all. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Can you do something with dye it red by beadbadoobee it’s her best songgg 💕
Hi anon! this song fucking slaps, its one of her best songs frrr... i hope you enjoy <3
This story is based off the song, Dye it red by beabadoobe, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open, feel free to leave one:)
Warnings: murder, mentions of gore (not that graphic, but it's there), toxic situationship
Summary: In which you dyed your hair red
Authors note: thank you for 300 followers! I'm in tears, I love you all <3
Kiss my ass, you don't know jack
And if you say you understand, you don't
You don't
You don't
You don't
Fuck me, only when I'm keen
Not according to your beer
Your beer
Your beer
Your beer
you saw her contact name, appear on your phone. The red heart you put next to her name, mocking you.
god you were so stupid for falling for her
You hesitantly picked up the phone.
"Come over" you heard her demand from the other end. You could hear the music booming. She must've been at a party.
"Ellie" you said firmly. "You should stop calling me, I'm not a fucking dog that you can call, and expect to show up whenever you want"
"but I miss you baby" she slurred.
Yep, she was definitely drunk.
"Listen-" she started
"I know fucked up but I miss you-"
You didn't even let her finish before you ended the call.
You threw your phone onto the other side of the bed as you broke out in tears. You fell to knees as you held a pillow close to you. Normally Ellie would comfort you, but now she was the reason you were so broken.
You fucking hate love her.
Loud broken sobs left your mouth. She had no fucking right to call you. You deserved better, after what she put you through. The humiliation, the lies, the cheating- you didn't deserve that. No person does.
People like Ellie thought they were god. She always got what she wanted. She was always in control. She was attractive, confident. Narcissistic at times. She was a walking green flag.
Until the two of started seeing each other.
Ellie was nice to you in the beginning. She took you on dates, bought you everything, she spoiled you rotten. She made you soft.
When you thought the two of you were official, Ellie told you that she had been cheated on in the past and she couldn't commit. And you believed her.
You trusted her. You made excuses for her. You defended her.
The longer you and Ellie stayed in this 'relationship', the worse your life became.
You couldn't look in the direction of another women, but Ellie could flirt with as many as she wanted to. Ellie would go days without talking to you, only calling when she wanted a quick fuck.
It took you 7 months to realize that you meant nothing to her. And now here you were ignoring her calls, hoping that she'd leave you alone.
You couldn't block her, you loved her too much for that.
You were pathetic.
How could you love someone so heartless?
but the heart wants what it wants. And all you craved was Ellie.
You sobbed for hours.
Your eyes were puffy, your throat felt raw, before you picked up your phone again.
No calls or texts from her.
Wow.
And here you thought she was trying to fix things.
So let me be what I've wanted to be
So let me cut my hair and dye it red if I want to
I haven't found myself so comfortable
I'm not stopping n
Touch me as if you mean it
Accept I'm getting tired of being all alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
And if it's not from you
Guess I'll find it on my own
you looked yourself in the mirror as you the red dye stained your hair.
You felt free. Like you could actually express yourself.
With Ellie you felt alone. So empty. She controlled your every move. What you wore, your hairstyles, everything.
She'd call you doll because you were only a doll in her eyes. Someone she could dress up, fuck and leave when she was done.
You thought she'd loved you.
The way she touched you, made you feel loved. Her warm hands on her waist, the tender kisses she left on your forehead. It felt like love, but it wasn't.
You saw the way she touched Dina. She looked at her with the same eyes she looked at you with. The same touches, the same smile, and the same promises.
Fuck.
You wanted to vomit when you realized that you weren't the only one.
There was before Ellie. A girl who was insecure, someone who thought she deserves to be alone. There was during Ellie, a girl who was controlled and suppressed, now there's after Ellie.
Who were you? Who were you without her?
Maybe dying your hair red, could give you the identity you craved.
You watched the dye color the water red, as you rinsed it out.
It reminded you of blood. It reminded you of Ellie's blood that flowed after you payed her a visit earlier that day.
You dried your hair and you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked good like this.
Dying it red was a good idea, after all.
Think I'd be better off alone
Now that I've had some time to think
I've had to put up with your shit
When you're not even that cute
And maybe it's time to change my ways
But that doesn't include you
you've put up with her shit too long. You knocked angrily at her door, you just wanted to see her stupid face and tell her what you fucking thought of her.
Ellie opened up the door, and she looked at you with grin on her face "I see you came.. I knew you couldn't resist me"
You wanted to punch her so bad.
You gave her a fake smile before answering "of course I did, anything for my favorite girl"
Ellie smiled at your response.
She's so pretty.
No, she's not. She isn't.
Pretty people aren't bitches you thought to yourself.
You were here for answers, not to admire her.
Ellie welcomed you in with open arms. You silently walked behind her, and you truly felt out of place in her apartment, even though you were here so many times.
Everything was fine before she had to open her goddam mouth.
"You're so fucking pathetic, you know that right? You ended my call, but yet you're here" she laughed.
You blacked out. You were so fucking angry.
In an instant you grabbed a vase that was next to you and you hit Ellie over the head. You fell to your knees as you repeatedly hit her head with the vase.
When you snapped back to reality the only thing you saw was, blood shards of glass and Ellie's bloody body on the floor.
The blood was oozing from her head as it colored her hair red.
You stared at the scene. You were a murderer.
You left her apartment instantly. Not looking back to see if she was alive, you just left. You couldn't be in the same room with the person you loved so much at one point. You took her fucking life.
You got the urge to dye your hair after you killed her. Her hair looked so pretty red, but yours looked better.
You were a new person now. With new confidence, looks and energy.
maybe she didn't die in vain.
The next month after Ellie's murder, it was all peaceful. No more calls, texts, or insults.
You were free. You weren't her toy anymore.
You were a new person, it's all thanks to the girl who hurt you so much.