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☆ Ellie doesn't just accept the job—she calculates how long it'll be until you graduate. She marks the date on her calendar and labels it “her freedom”. Yours, not hers.
☆ She visits the city three times before committing Not for the faculty or salary. To check if it’s somewhere you could be happy.
☆ She only signs the lease when she finds an apartment with room for both your desks. Not “a place for your things”—a place that makes space for your mind.
☆ She leaves notes in your old books before she moves Sticky tabs hidden on pages: “I’ll be thinking of you here.” You find them one by one while she’s gone.
☆ She makes you a Spotify playlist titled ‘One Month Closer to You’ Every song is about longing, intellect, tension. She updates it weekly.
☆ Her coworkers think she’s engaged Because she always calls you “my person,” “my muse,” “the smartest girl I know.” They just assume.
☆ When you arrive, she’s waiting outside the airport with a stack of books. No signs, no balloons. Just texts you: “Got these for you. Hurry. I missed you too loud.”
☆ She can’t stop hovering around you as you unpack Helping, folding, placing things like they’re sacred. “This goes here, right? I want it how you want it.”
☆ She buys you your own shelf in her office Not for books—for your brain. “Put anything here. I want to look up and think of you.”
☆ She sets alarms to remind herself to text you affirmations while she’s on campus
“I love your brain.”
“I reread your thesis again. Still obsessed.”
“Is it normal to miss someone this much in the next room?”
☆ She starts citing you before you publish anything
In class: “As my partner once said…”
In her drafts: “(See private conversation, 3am, living room floor).”
☆ She smells your shirts when you're gone Keeps one in her drawer at work. Wears it when she misses you too hard to focus.
☆ Her computer background is a photo of your annotations Not even your face—your thoughts. The page you marked with “why does this hurt so good?” and 7 underlines.
☆ She traces the rim of your teacup absentmindedly while she works You're not even in the room. But she still needs to touch something that touched you.
☆ She recreates your old dorm setup in the guest room In case you ever miss it. In case she misses the version of you from back then.
☆ She writes down everything you say in heated academic debates Even when it ends in silence, she jots it down and rereads it before bed.
☆ She insists you help decorate her office on campus. Lets you hang art. Places your poetry beside her degrees. “Now it’s complete.”
☆ Her colleagues start quoting you in meetings Because she talks about you so much, they start thinking in your voice.
☆ When you wake up groggy and smart-mouthed, she lights up “I’ve missed that mouth,” she’ll grin. “Say something else unreasonably brilliant.”
☆ She buys you matching pens “I think better when you’re writing too.”
☆ She brushes your hair behind your ear mid-argument Just to keep you talking. She needs your voice uninterrupted.
☆ She kisses the back of your hand before every academic panel. Her ritual. For luck. For grounding. For you.
☆ When you call her “Professor Williams” in public, her ears go pink. But later? She whispers, “Say it again.” Lower. Softer.
☆ She kisses you when you’re reading—just to taste the words on your lips Always mid-sentence. “You’re intoxicating,” she mumbles. “Keep going.”
☆ She makes love to you like she’s defending a thesis Point. Counterpoint. Proof. Passion. She takes her time—citing every reason she needs you.
☆ She cries when you cook dinner your first night Not because it’s good. Because it’s you, barefoot in her kitchen, laughing like this is your forever.
☆ You catch her staring at your reflection in the window “You look like a poem in a glass case,” she says. “Too good for this world.”
☆ She builds you a journal archive. Every notebook you fill, she catalogs. Dates, topics, favorite lines. No one’s allowed to touch them but her.
☆ She keeps your texts in a folder titled “primary source.”
☆ Her entire lecture about literary eros is built around your first kiss. The students have no idea. But she’s trembling by the end.
☆ She wears your perfume on her scarf. Just a spritz. For when she has to spend long hours away.
☆ She rereads your old essays with tea on Sundays. Like scripture. Like they’re holy.
☆ She corrects her students gently when they say something you’d challenge “Actually, my partner once made a really good point about that…”
☆ She keeps your graduation photo in her wallet Next to her ID. Smiles every time she pulls it out.
☆ When she misses you, she opens your drawer and organizes it. Just to feel close. Just to feel useful. Just to do something with her hands.
☆ She carves your initials in the underside of her desk Childish. Obsessive. True.
☆ She kisses the corner of your mouth when you’re mid-paper. “You make academia look so damn good,” she whispers.
☆ She proposes with a first edition of your favorite book. The ring hidden in a cut-out. Inside the cover: “You changed everything I thought I knew. Say yes?”
☆ She dreams of your children reciting your papers Not hers—yours. “Can you imagine them growing up in this house full of your words?”
☆ She records herself reading your poetry out loud Plays it when she travels. Falls asleep to the sound of you.
☆ She buys you a necklace with her initials—written in your handwriting. “I want to be yours in every way.”
☆ She thanks you at every speaking event. “None of this exists without her.”
☆ Her students ship you both like a novel couple. You walk into her class once and someone audibly gasps.
☆ You say something offhanded like, “I love your mind,” and she can’t function for hours. She sits at her desk, head in hands, overwhelmed. You undo her with so little.
☆ She keeps your first handwritten note inside her wallet. Folded, fading. Still the most important thing she owns.
☆Her favorite outfit is whatever you like best. She’ll ask what you think of a shirt and wear it to lectures three days in a row after you smile at it.
☆ She practices your name in different languages She says it like it’s sacred. She wants to know how it sounds in every tongue.
☆ She builds a Google calendar for your moods. Just so she can anticipate what kind of comfort to give you on tough days.
☆ She tells you she loved you the moment you challenged her in class “It wasn’t the words. It was the way you meant them. The way you looked at me like I should know better.”
☆ When people ask what home is, she doesn’t say a city. She says your name. Always. “I moved for her. I’d move again. A thousand times.”
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader
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☆ Ellie starts wanting a baby years before she tells you. She doesn’t want to push. But god—she aches to see you round and glowing.
☆ She starts watching documentaries on child development “for work.” You catch her crying during one where a toddler says “mama.”
☆ She writes about generational memory in one of her lectures. But all she’s really thinking is: what will our child inherit from us?
☆ Her obsession turns tender when she starts sketching you as a mother. Always with a soft smile. Always holding a baby that has her freckles.
☆ She kisses your stomach even before there’s anything there. Whispers, “One day, okay? One day it’s gonna be you and me and them.”
☆ When she finally brings it up, it’s not even planned. You’re brushing your teeth and she just says: “I think I want to see you pregnant. Like… soon.”
☆ Ellie has spreadsheets. Timelines. Budget plans. She’s already read four peer-reviewed studies on IVF success rates.
☆ She insists you both go to the consultation together. She sits up straight. Takes notes. Holds your hand the entire time.
☆ She wants you to carry the baby. “You’re the heart. I’m just the idiot who fell first.”
☆ But if you say you want her to carry instead, she’ll agree in a heartbeat. As long as the baby’s ours. She doesn’t care whose blood. Just whose home.
☆ Ellie becomes obsessed with understanding every part of IVF. Hormones, egg retrieval, implantation timelines. She could teach a course by now.
☆ She schedules everything for you. Alarms. Calendar syncs. She’s even got backups if the power goes out.
☆ She brings a notebook to every appointment. Takes detailed notes and asks the doctor questions like she’s in a thesis defense.
☆ She cries the first time she sees the ultrasound of the fertilized embryo. It hasn’t even implanted yet. She’s already in love.
☆ She leaves sticky notes all over the apartment: “Drink water for them.” “Rest for them.” “I love both of you.”
☆ Ellie won’t let you lift a thing. “Let me,” she murmurs, grabbing grocery bags. “I’m doing this for them.”
☆ She talks to your belly even before implantation. “Hi, it’s me. The one who’ll embarrass you at soccer games.”
☆ She sets up the nursery the day after the positive test. You’re still in shock. Ellie’s already building a crib.
☆ She frames the first ultrasound. Carries it in her wallet. Kisses it when she misses you during lectures.
☆ Every student on campus knows you’re pregnant. Because Ellie won’t shut up about you. “My wife is growing life. What’d you do this week?”
☆ Ellie kisses your bump every morning like it’s ritual. Before brushing her teeth. Before breakfast. Before speaking.
☆ She reads to the baby. Lectures from her thesis. Sonnets. Journal entries about you.
☆ She updates her academic blog weekly about the “miracle of queer family-making.” All anonymously. But every post is full of you.
☆ She creates a playlist called “Songs for the Bump.” Track one is the song you danced to at your wedding.
☆ She sobs the first time she feels the baby kick. Full-body, trembling sobs. “They said hi. Did you feel that? They said hi!”
☆ Ellie becomes extra possessive in public. One stranger stares too long at your belly and she’s gripping your waist like a warning.
☆ She buys a fetal doppler monitor. She checks the heartbeat daily. Says it soothes her more than coffee.
☆ She makes the baby a custom stuffed dinosaur with your initials embroidered on it. “They’ll fall asleep with you before they even know your voice.”
☆ She’s at every check-up, every class, every session. If she can’t make it, she sends in a list of questions and Skypes in.
☆She talks to the bump like it’s already here. “We’re gonna have tea parties and talk about queer theory before you’re five, okay?”
☆ Ellie builds a rotating baby bookshelf by hand. Organized by age-appropriateness and genre.
☆ She writes a lullaby. Two versions: acoustic and violin. You catch her crying while recording the second.
☆ She attends parenting classes and brings three notepads. Her notes have subheadings and citations.
☆ She starts referring to herself as “Mama Ellie.” Even signs texts that way to you. “Do you want apples or pears? Love, Mama Ellie.”
☆ She keeps a pregnancy journal addressed to the baby. Starts each one: “Dear tiny scholar,”
☆ She makes a family crest. It has a book, a flower, and a dinosaur.
“This is who we are now.”
☆ She writes an academic paper on LGBTQ+ parenthood. And dedicates it: “To my wife and our soon-to-be reason to breathe.”
☆ She builds a playlist for labor. It starts with gentle indie, ends with your wedding vows in voice memo form.
☆ Ellie reads parenting blogs until 3am. Then wakes you up like, “Babe, did you know baby ears finish forming at 20 weeks?”
☆ She buys a tiny matching leather jacket for the baby. You didn’t even know they made them that small.
☆ Ellie stays calm—externally when you go into labor. Internally? She’s dying. Hyperventilating. “Is she okay? Is our baby okay?”
☆ She holds your hand and your leg. “Push, baby, you’ve got this—I’m here—I’ve got both of you.”
☆ The second the baby cries, she breaks. Drops to her knees. Sobs into your thigh. “She’s here. She’s here. She’s here.”
☆ She cuts the cord with trembling hands. Then kisses you, kisses the baby, kisses you again.
☆ it was a girl. The prettiest baby Ellie had ever seen. You named her: Aurora Bloom Williams
☆ She doesn’t sleep the first night. Just holds the baby against her chest and stares, whispering: "I’ve waited my whole life for you.”
☆ Ellie insists on skin-to-skin. “You were inside her. You were part of her. Let me hold that history.”
☆ She calls Aurora “little thesis.” “She’s proof. That love can be built. Studied. Protected.”
☆ Her phone is filled with photos—1,492 in the first week.
☆ She cries the first time she sees you breastfeeding. “You’re feeding our future. I don’t even have words.”
☆ She creates a lullaby version of your wedding song. Plays it every night while rocking the baby.
☆ Ellie refuses to work late anymore. “My whole world’s waiting at home. I’ve got nothing left to prove.”
☆ She makes flashcards for the baby before she's 6 months old. “Early stimulation is key, babe.”
☆ She tattoos the baby’s birthdate under her ribcage. Where you once carried her.
☆ Her office has a photo of the baby, you, and the first ultrasound. That’s her holy trinity.
☆ She kisses the baby’s forehead and says, “You have no idea how wanted you were.” Every. Single. Night.
☆ She gives the baby a “graduation ceremony” from tummy time. Cap, gown, little speech.
☆ She makes baby food from scratch. Then journals how each flavor went over.
☆ She makes you both matching shirts: “Professor Mama” / “Muse Mama” / “Tiny Intern”
☆ She introduces the baby to books like she’s meeting royalty. “This is The Very Hungry Caterpillar. You’ll love him.”
☆ She sobs at the first “mama.” “You heard that, right? That was me. That was me.”
☆ She wants another by year one. “We have room. And love. So much love.”
☆ She writes letters to the baby every birthday. Seals them in a box for their 18th.
☆ She never misses a milestone. First steps? She has a lecture cancelled.
☆ She paints a mural in the baby’s room. Night sky, constellations, dinosaurs. Your story.
☆ Ellie journals about motherhood. “This is the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
☆ She teaches the baby to say “I love Mama and Mommy.” Cries every time.
☆ She celebrates you on Mother’s Day like a goddess. “You made life. You made me better.”
☆ She carries a picture of you both during lectures. “To remind me what all this is for.”
☆ At night, when the baby’s asleep, she whispers: “We made a life. And she made ours worth it.”
I NEED MORE PROFESSOR ELLIEE
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader
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☆ Ellie gets visibly irritated when you mention other professors. Even in passing. If you compliment how “funny” someone else’s lecture was, she tightens her jaw and changes the subject fast — she can’t stand the idea of you admiring anyone else.
☆ She checks your schedule obsessively. Ellie memorizes your timetable. Not just for logistics — she needs to know where you are, who you’re with. It gives her a sense of control over the chaos she feels when she’s around you.
☆ Ellie started sitting in on classes that aren't hers. Just to keep an eye on you. She pretends it’s departmental observation, but she’s watching to see how you interact with other faculty.
☆ If she sees another student get too close, she gets cold. The moment someone touches your shoulder or makes you laugh in a way that feels too casual, her demeanour ices over. You recognize the shift instantly.
☆ Ellie fantasizes about pulling you into her office mid-argument. Half because she wants to shut you up with a kiss, half because she wants to remind you that you’re hers — in private, in the dark, where no one else sees.
☆ She collects pieces of you. A forgotten scarf, a sticky note you left on a textbook, a doodle you made in your notebook. She keeps them all in her desk drawer, like a shrine.
☆ She dreams about being caught. Not in a ruinous way — in a way that feels freeing. She pictures slamming the door behind you, kissing you like she doesn’t care who knows, and the thrill makes her stomach flip.
☆ Ellie acts dismissive in public. She’ll barely make eye contact with you in the hallway, won’t even acknowledge your presence during staff meetings. But her eyes follow you like a storm cloud.
☆ She talks about you vaguely to her colleagues. She’ll say things like, “Some students are… incredibly driven. Borderline obsessive.” They don’t know it’s about you. But you’d recognize that tone anywhere.
☆ Her jealousy is worst when you're not speaking. If you argue or take space, she becomes consumed with the idea that you’re already moving on, already finding someone else to fill the void.
☆ She keeps a second phone. Just to talk to you. It’s not official university property. It's locked, private, and hidden under a loose floorboard in her apartment. She checks it more than her main phone.
☆ Ellie has you saved under a fake name. In her phone, you’re listed as “M.” Short for “Muse.” You thought it was ridiculous — until she whispered it in your ear one night, and it suddenly didn’t feel so silly.
☆ When she gets jealous, sex turns rougher. She’ll grab your hips hard enough to bruise, mutter things like “mine,” and leave marks on your neck she shouldn’t. The next morning, she’ll panic, gently trace them, and apologize with trembling fingers.
☆ Ellie spies on your Instagram using a burner account. She doesn’t follow you, of course. But she checks your stories obsessively, zooming in on every face you tag, every drink in your hand.
☆ She’s obsessed with your lipstick stains. On her coffee mug. On her collar. On her inner thighs. She hates herself for it, but sometimes she doesn’t wash it off — lets it linger like a secret message.
☆ Ellie’s biggest fear is you getting bored. That one day you’ll wake up and realize she’s too rigid, too cold, too closed off — and you'll leave her for someone who can love you publicly.
☆ She hates your ex. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was. If they text you or their name comes up, Ellie shuts down. She’ll kiss you with a quiet desperation that night, trying to erase every memory before her.
☆ When she's drunk, she lets it slip. One time, at a faculty party, she got tipsy and said something to a colleague that almost revealed how much she knows about your life. You had to drag her away before she said your name.
☆ Ellie keeps writing a resignation letter. Over and over. Never submits it. The thought of giving up her position — her career — for you is terrifying. But the thought of losing you feels worse.
☆ She hates hiding, but she loves it too. The adrenaline of stolen glances, the tension of brushing hands in a hallway, the risk — it drives her mad. Sometimes she touches herself to the memory of almost getting caught.
☆ She memorizes your perfume. You once wore something new and she spent all lecture distracted, breathing it in. She bought a bottle for herself the next day just to spray her pillow with it.
☆ Ellie keeps saying "this is the last time." After every heated night. After every reckless kiss behind her office door. She says it while your lips are still swollen. Neither of you ever believe it.
☆ She leaves coded messages in your feedback. “Brilliant insight.” “Could explore further.” “Unexpected depth.” It’s her way of saying: You’re brilliant. You consume me. I see every layer of you.
☆ When she’s jealous, she punishes you academically. Subtly. A harsher grade. A red mark through a paragraph she secretly loved. She always apologizes later, hands gripping your waist, voice full of guilt.
☆ Ellie bought you a necklace. Something simple, something that wouldn’t raise questions. She told you it was nothing. You wear it every day. She notices. Every time.
☆ She’s terrified you’ll leave first. That you’ll grow out of the danger. That you’ll crave stability. Someone your age. Someone who doesn’t flinch every time the dean walks by.
☆ Sometimes she whispers your name in her sleep. You’ve heard it. In her apartment, curled up beside her, while she dreams. You never tell her. But you smile.
☆ Ellie wants to take you away. She fantasizes about both of you disappearing to a city where no one knows her, where she can hold your hand in daylight and not look over her shoulder.
☆ She’s more in love than she knows how to handle. The intensity of it — the fear, the yearning, the possessiveness — it swallows her whole. Sometimes she thinks she might drown in it.
☆ She’s planning an endgame. Whether it’s after graduation or a new job or burning everything down — Ellie’s secretly working out how to make this real. Because despite all the fear, she wants you forever.
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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
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Therefore, you and me: All you needed was Ellie
part 1 part 2 part 3
Her Sweet girl: in which you had enough
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Loser Ellie
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Professor Ellie
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Brothers best friend Ellie
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Simp Ellie
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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
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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
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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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☆ 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.”
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
Masterlist
"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
masterlist
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.
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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What about Ellie taking readers first kiss?!?🤭 very nervous reader?? anxious somewhat but also super excitedd
Frostbite - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon!! i did it a little differently from your request, i hope you don't mind. I could not stop writing this, i might make a part 2 to this... I hope you enjoy <333
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: none
Summary: in which you shared a special moment with her
authors note: did i mention Christmas in this because I'm excited for December? yes.
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Jackson was covered in thick layer of snow. Everyone was wearing puffer jackets, mittens and beanies hoping that the cold air wouldn't affect them. You walked down the street seeing how people were hanging Christmas lights, and how the children stared at everything in awe. The children made snowmen, and you knew that soon the town would be buzzing with people as they started to buy gifts for their families.
As beautiful as the holidays were, you hated it. Every year you'd end up alone in your house, listening to carols being sang. You're be filled with a emptiness that you can't explain.
You missed your family every year. You'd always imagine the type of life you'd be living if the outbreak never happened.
You sat in the local garden, shivering slightly when the cool breeze blew past you.
"There you are, i was looking for you"
you turned your head to that voice.
Her voice.
Ellie Williams.
You rolled your eyes "you need to stop looking for me"
"i missed you though" she pouted
You hated when she did this.
When she'd come after you with nice words, pretending like she cared.
Maybe she did and you didn't believe her. At this point you don't know how to feel.
When Ellie first arrived in Jackson the two of you were inseparable.
"We were bound to be friends" she'd always say.
Sleepovers, makeovers, baking, watching old movies, you did everything together.
But the older the two of you grew, things became different.
You both got new friends, new interests. You used to spend every waking second of the day together, now the two of you only awkwardly said hi when you saw each other in public.
You both had reasons for the sudden distance.
You thought Ellie had outgrown your friendship. One day she'd be smiling with you, the next day she'd barley look at you.
Ellie on the other hand, was in love with you.
She suddenly became self-aware of how she looked, how she smelled, how she spoke. She didn't want to embarrass herself. The best solution to her problem (or what she thought was right) was avoiding you.
Now that she's older she has realized that damage her avoiding you caused.
Years had gone by and the two of you lived separate lives, but Ellie's feelings for you never went away. She was stuck on you.
No matter how many girls she dated, kissed or hooked up with, she knew her heart belonged to you.
The older Ellie grew, the more attractive you found her and some days you're actually glad the friendship ended.
Imagine you were best friends with the girl you loved?
Both of you assumed your feelings were one sided. Until the rumors started.
It all started when a girl randomly slapped you across the face saying that Ellie moaned your name while they were doing the deed.
She's been avoiding you but she's moaning your name?
You weren't sure if you should feel flattened or disturbed.
You'd hear more stories as the years went on.
"She liked you" , "She misses you" You weren't sure if this was even true. Maybe it was all just a sick joke.
Even with all the drama you missed her. The friendship. The cheesy jokes, the stupid stories. You just missed her.
You were actually happy when Ellie slowly started coming back into your life. It went from just saying hi occasionally, to small life updates to full sleepovers.
It was just like old times.
Your heart ached for her even more, now you're getting close again. As much as you enjoyed the friendship, you couldn't help but want more.
You noticed her lingering touches, the small glances.
Maybe you were being delusional? Maybe you were reading into it?
You could feel a connection, but does she feel it too?
Maybe the rumors weren't true.
"You saw me earlier els, you cant miss me"
"I just love spending time with you"
fuck, how many girls has she said this to?
"i want to-" she went silent, not finishing her sentence.
She seemed nervous.
From the corner of your eye you see her moving closer to you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders.
You shiver at the close contact.
"Why are you so close?" You ask in a whisper
"I'm keeping you warm"
It was winter and its really fucking cold but suddenly you were hot. You were almost sweating because of the close proximity.
This is closest she's been in years.
Ellie leaned closer towards you, so close you could feel her breathe on your cheek. Your heart races, you felt comfortable in her presence, you palms felt clammy.
You were nervous.
Why does she make you nervous?
"Can i kiss you?" Ellie suddenly asked.
Without hesitation you said yes.
Before your lips crashed into hers, your body turned hot, your breathing came out in short breaths. You turned to her and and her hand gently touched your cheek, you leaned in first.
Since when are you bold? Were you really this desperate?
As soon as your lips made contact, you felt butterflies explode in your stomach. She pulled you closer by the waist and you grabbed her face bringing her closer than she already was.
Your heart was beating so fucking fast, you assumed she could probably feel it.
"Your lips are...cold" you softly chuckle as your fingers brushed against your lips.
Did this just happen?
You were suddenly hyperaware of your surroundings.
Did you breath smell ok? Did you kiss ok?
Fuck now you were really nervous.
Ellie didn't respond and there was a comfortable silence between the two of you.
Ellie spoke up eventually "I've always wanted to do that"
You stayed silent blushing at her words.
"Do you want to come back to... my place so we can talk about us.... and i know you hate being alone during the holidays so can we perhaps... i don't know... go?"
"Yeah... I'd like that"
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can you write an ellie fic based off of ‘loosing sleep’ by tzuyu? thank you! <3
Losing sleep - (ellie eilliams x reader)
Hi poookieee!!! i hope you didn't wait too long for this one. I'm lowkey nervous to post this because i wasn't sure if google translate was accurate lol<3333 I hope you enjoy....
This story is based off the song Losing Sleep by TZUYU! 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: angst
Summary: in which you hated her
masterlist
"Staying in my room
This feeling is vivid on a sleepless night
Yeah, I know what I want
Sensitive sense
The face that emerged between the shimmering moonlight
Baby, oh, it's you
Then my heart is on fire, fire"
You screamed into your pillow as soon as you woke up.
You hated her. So fucking much.
Her entire existence bothered you, the way she talked, the way she breathed.
You hated Ellie Williams so much.
You yelled and yelled till you had no more air left.
When you left the house you saw her, when you were helping Maria in the garden you saw her, you saw her when you did your grocery shopping.
You could blame Jackson for being so small, everyone knows everyone here. But you still hated seeing her. You wish she never came here.
You didn't like the way she smiles, you don't like the way she says your name, you just don't like her.
You laid on the very pillow you just screamed into. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked out your window. You've been having vivid dreams about her.
She's haunting you and she didn't even know that.
You laid on your back looking at the ceiling and thinking about the dream that ruined your sleep.
You were walking through a forest. It felt so real.
The moon was high in the sky, casting a beautiful blue light onto your surroundings. You could smell the ground, you could feel the dew on your skin, you could hear the wind blowing. You were at peace.
You smelled her. You knew it was her.
You should've walked away, but you were drawn to her. You heard leaves crunching under your feet as you walked closer.
She was here. You could feel her.
You stopped when you saw a figure standing in the dark.
"Ellie" you whispered.
She took a step forward, the moonlight reflecting on her face. You took in her green eyes, her beautiful smile, her autumn brown hair.
She was beautiful.
"Hi" she said with a smile.
Before you could say anything, you woke up.
She's everywhere in Jackson, you see her stupid face everyday, why should she show up in your dreams too?
You hated Ellie Williams.
But if you hate her so much, why does your heart ache for her?
"Sí, I know you bad for me
But why are you doing this?
I keep wanting and wanting
This craving for you
I've been losing sleep over you
I've been losing sleep over you
I only think of you again
I can't sleep
Losing sleep over you
I've been losing sleep over you
White long chestnuts
Yeah, I need you by my side"
You stared at her when you went to the cafeteria the next day.
You've heard the rumors. Everyone knew of Ellie Williams. The amount of people who dream to have one conversion is endless.
Every time you hear her name, its either a story of her hooking up with someone or her homewrecking a relationship. She is a disgusting human being.
Why do you want her so much? Why do your cheeks heat up when she smiles at you? You crave her. You're starved for her despite her bad reputation.
No wait. You cant want her.
You hate her... right?
Right?
You're afraid to fall asleep. You're afraid that she'll show up in your dreams again. That one dream ruined everything.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw her smiling face.
You needed to escape her, you needed to get away from her, but she's following you around like a stupid fly.
When you lay in your bed at night, you could only think of her.
What she wore that day, with who she talked to.
She's everywhere you go, she consumes most of your thoughts, she haunts you in your dreams, she's making you lose sleep.
You really hated Ellie Williams.
"I can't bear it anymore
The flame spreads through the growing thirst
Call your name
Yeah, I can't stop
All night, all night, yeah, I think of you
Even if I close my eyes for a moment, I dream of you
I'ma dream of you, oh
All of your A to Z
Sweet toxic to me
No one but you
Put this feeling to rest"
You cant take it anymore.
Your body ached for her, in a way you've never experienced. You were thirsty and the only person who could quench that thirst was her.
Everyday without her became harder and harder.
She was all you thought you about, you saw her in everything. You cant stop.
You were addicted to the version of Ellie you created in your head.
You needed her and you were desperate. So desperate that you decided to ask her out.
It was a chilly day and you saw her standing next to Joel. You took a deep breath before you walked towards them, you gave Joel a polite "hello" and he gave you a nod.
You asked Ellie if you could talk privately and she said yes.
Holy shit, she said yes.
Your heart beat faster, she was willing to listen. The two of you walked a little distance away from Joel before you turned to her and immediately asked: "do you want to go on a date?"
She shrugged and said "sure"
She said yes.
You gave her a awkward handshake and you ran home screaming into your pillow.
This was really happening. It's not a dream anymore.
You walked into the tipsy bison, excited to finally talk to her. You stomach dropped when you saw Ellie and a redhead.
Ellie's hand was on her thigh and, and you felt sick.
They were right about her. You've been losing sleep over a girl like Ellie?
This put the feelings you had for Ellie to rest. You were done with her.
You turned and you walked out the bar, before you looked up at the sky.
You really fucking hated Ellie Williams.
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heyy could you write something based on Dark Red by Steve Lacy?
i love all your works btw
Dark red - (ellie williams x reader)
hi poookie!! thank you sm!! i hope you don't mind me writing this as a gore story, I've been writing a lot of fluff recently and i missed my violent stories, but if you want me to write a different version just let me know!!! i hope you enjoy <33
This story is based off the song Dark Red by Steve Lacy, if you can please listen to the song while you're reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
HUGE warning: murder, kidnapping, being held hostage, dead bodies, violence
Summary: in which she wanted you to herself
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"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me
I don't know what, but I feel it coming
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
I just hope she don't wanna leave me"
Something bad was going to happen. Ellie could feel it in her bones. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but ever since she woke up this morning, she's been filled with dread. A heaviness in her gut she can't shake off.
Ellie sat at her desk, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. She hasn't been home for the last 3 days because of school spirit week.
Ellie was so pissed off when she heard they were having a camping day, a sleepover and a all nighter back to back. Everyone was complaining that they were exhausted due to all the activities happening at school, but Ellie wasn't thinking about sleep.
She was thinking about you.
She was always thinking about you.
Ellie could see everyone was staring at the clock, they were practically counting down the seconds before the bell rang. They wanted to go home.
Ellie wanted to go home too, she needed to get home to you.
5, 4, 3, 2-
Before the bell rang the intercom went off. The students groaned thinking that they had to stay at school for another day.
"Can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office. Ellie Williams. I repeat, can Ellie Williams please come to the principals office"
fuck.
The bell rang soon after and everyone ran to the door, Ellie watched as they ran like animals.
"Fucking idiots" she thought to herself
She waited till most of the kids were gone, before she got up grabbing her bag and slowly making her way to the office.
She knocked on the door, and she heard a small "come in".
She let out a sigh as she reluctantly pushed open the door and she was greeted by a the principal and a detective.
What the fuck?
"Close the door and sit down" the principal instructed.
As she sat down her heartrate increased. Her ears were ringing, her palms were sweaty.
The detective cleared his throat before he spoke "as you know y/n has been missing for 3 months now"
She nods
"after further investigation, it seems you were the last one seen with her"
"Was i really or are you looking for someone to blame?" Ellie asked with a raised brow.
She knew where you were, but she couldn't tell him that.
"Ms Williams you're under suspension of kidnapping"
Ellies fists clench by her sides "why am i? Just because i was last seen with her?"
"You guys were best friends, many people said you were close, some say you where obsessed"
Oh she was mad. Ellie was really mad. She wasn't obsessed, she just cared about you.
"i wasn't" she said through gritted teeth.
"We think you know where she is"
Ellie got up, her fist hitting the table "so you're accusing an underage child of kidnapping? do i look like I'm capable of doing that?"
"Ms Williams-"
"no"
Ellie turned to the door and she stormed out. She walked out of the building rushing home to see you.
She hoped you didn't leave her.
"Don't you give me up, please don't give up
On me, I belong with you and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you"
They weren't wrong about what ellie had done to you.
But she had to do it! How else was she supposed to keep you to herself?
Ellie always has feelings for you. Ever since you shyly asked her for a pencil in year 8, she's been all over you. As the years went by her fondness towards you grew, you made her blush, you made her giggle, you made her so fucking happy.
Overtime the two of you built a good friendship but Ellie always wanted more.
It was a Thursday, the sun was shining and the two of had a science project to finish.
The homecoming dance was getting closer and she wanted to ask you. Ellie thought this was the perfect moment to ask you.
"So....with who are you going to homecoming?" Ellie asked clearing her throat
"oh Dina asked me"
"what did you say?"
"I said yes, i think Dina is cute"
No no no no no no no
Not her. You belong to her. You were hers. Not Dina. You were supposed to go with her.
No no no no no
"Ellie?" You asked with concern seeing her zoned out expression.
Ellie looked at you briefly before her hands wrapped around your neck. You let out a silent scream trying to scratch her. You tried fighting but you couldn't. Ellie was stronger than you, she was bigger too.
Eventually you went limp in her hands.
Heavy breaths left Ellie's mouth.
You were still breathing. Good.
She dragged you to her house, hiding behind bushes once in a while to make sure no one saw her. She dragged you into her house, and into her basement.
Ellie placed your body onto the cold floor and she watched you breathing faintly.
Now you cant go with Dina.
"Something bad is 'bout to happen to me
Why I feel this way, I don't know maybe
I think of her so much, it drives me crazy
What if she's fine?
It's my mind that's wrong
And I just let bad thoughts
Linger for far too long"
You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.
She's just having bad thoughts. Ellie has always had a tendency to overthink things.
She knew it was bad to overthink but she was always prepared for the worst.
When Ellie first kidnapped you, 3 months ago everything was fine.
You never screamed, you never fought back, you always tried negotiating or escaping which was good because she didn't need to tie you up or gag you.
You made things easy for her. Ellie fed you, she kept you company, she tried to be Dina.
She really tried to keep you happy.
You didn't need Dina, you needed her.
But for the last month you've been very sick. You barley spoke, you barley ate, you barley moved.
There was something wrong with you, she just didn't know what it was.
Since she hasn't been home for 3 days, Ellie didn't know if you would still be alive. There was no one to feed you. No one to talk to you. You were all alone.
You're fine. You're fine. You're fine.
She's just overthinking it.
Her house key rattled as she pushed open the door. She quickly made her way to the basement, unlocking the door. She walked down the stairs quietly calling your name.
You didn't say anything. She didn't see any movement. she slowly made her way to the bed she had made for you and there you were.
Your skin was pale, cold and it was turning blue. You weren't breathing.
Ellie let out a sigh as she gently grabbed your body, hugging you, not caring of the smell.
Atleast Dina cant get to you.
You were hers. You were safe. You were ok. You now only belong to her.
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okokokok but what abt ellie taking care of long-kinda curly hair! reader? like, reader also wants her to help, specially when washing it, cumbing and use dryer
this' me btw if u even care
Wash day - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi poookieeee!! As someone with very curly hair this was needed, i hope you enjoy <33 also hello kitty??? my favorite type of kitty tbh
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: none
Summary: in which she helps you with your hair
authors note: ugh i found out that ill only know if i got into uni in November, i'm going insane
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Ellie watched as you walked all over your shared apartment.
You walked from room to room grabbing different bottles of things she wasn't sure of. She heard you mumbling as you continued to grab towels and more bottles.
Ellie got up and she gently grabbed your wrist "baby slow down"
you looked at her with a small smile
"i cant slow down now, i need to start so i have enough time to finish"
Ellie raised an eyebrow "to finish what?"
"Its wash hair day"
She looked at the bottles to see hair products and other items. You removed yourself from Ellie's gentle grip before taking all the products into your arms.
"i would love to stand and watch you stare at all my stuff but i really want to start with my hair"
In all the months that the two of you have been together Ellie has never seen you do your hair. You would go into the bathroom and you'd come out with your natural curls after a few hours.
Ellie loved when you wore your hair naturally, but she also knew how much work it takes to maintain your hair.
"I want to help you"
You looked at her, jaw slightly ajar.
None of your partners has ever offered to help, they actually always had a problem with how long it took you to finish. But Ellie always told you to take your time, she bought whatever you needed, she was different.
It was the bare minimum but because no one has ever done this, you were taken back by this gesture.
god you really loved this girl
"Yeah" you quickly cleared your throat.
Ellie followed you to the bathroom and you quickly gave her a rundown of everything that needed to happen.
Wash, products, style, dry
It sounded simple to Ellie but when she saw everything you had set up, she knew that would be a long process.
Ellie sat on the edge of the tub as you went onto your knees, a smirk appeared on her face.
"oh so we're doing something else?"
you rolled your eyes "ew no. You're washing my hair"
Ellie chuckled as you rolled your eyes.
You shuffled closer to the tub and you leaned forward, so that just your hair was in the tub.
Ellie grabbed the shower head and she brought it to your head. As the water droplets fell onto your hair, it immediately curled even more than it already was.
After a few minutes you instructed Ellie to put a hair mask on. She gently squeezed the thick mixture onto her hand and she applied it to your scalp.
You almost moaned at how good she was massaging you. She had very skilled fingers so she knew what she was going.
"Just like that els" you sighed she chuckled.
"You normally say that to me when-"
"no"
Ellie let out a laugh before rinsing your hair.
She followed all the instructions you gave her when it came to applying shampoo, conditioner, she even checked the temperature of the water, like you told her.
After everything you got up and you gently wrapped your hair in a towel.
You kissed her forehead "thank you els"
You started to make your way to the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she asked
"To finish my hair"
"i wanna come"
"then come"
She happily followed you to the room and she watched you from the edge of the bed.
"When can i help?"
"Let me do this part myself ok? You can help me dry it"
Ellie nodded watching you intently.
She watched you apply more product to your hair. You applied curl cream, some weird clear gel Ellie has never heard of, you even applied different oils.
Holy shit is it really this complicated to have curly hair?
"Come on Ellie" you suddenly called.
You scrunched your hair a little and you gave her a hairdryer.
You showed her exactly how to do it. She grabbed the dryer and she started from top to the bottom, just like you showed her.
You smiled as you looked at her in the mirror, she has a focused look on her face, her tongue slightly sticking out.
After 20 minutes she was done and she took a step back admiring her work.
You got up and turned to her and she gave you a smile.
"you look pretty"
"thank you baby"
You walked towards her and you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Ellie pulled out her phone and she grabbed your hand
"lets take pictures"
"why?"
"i want to remember the day i did your hair"
"Aren't you tired if my hair yet?"
"i love your hair"
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super confident!ellie x really bold and forward reader at a party and they’re both just bored and the more ellie talks to reader the more shes stumbling over her words by how quickly she responds to ellie’s lines and ellie knows she’s fucked bc she cant stop thinking about the girl that she fucked at the party yayyyyy
Rose - (ellie williams x reader)
hi anon! i had so many ideas for this, i might make a part 2 because yes or ill make a different version ughhhh...i hope you enjoy it<3
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: sexual themes
Summary: in which she cant forget you
authors note: i submitted my application, lets see if i get accepted because i will lose my mind if i don't
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The smell of weed was the first thing that reached Ellie's nose when she walked into the house.
Mid term exams has had her stressed and she's barley been out. Whoever said college would be easy, lied because she's never been this stressed.
She needed to blow off some steam and what better way is there than to get blackout out drunk and to fuck a random girl she'll never talk to again.
It was too early in the night to make a move. She need to wait for the straight girls to get drunk, and for the overly emotional girls to come her way.
She sat on a couch scanning the room. So many victims, so many options.
Who will be the lucky girl tonight?
"You know its gross to eye fuck innocent people?" she heard a voice talk next to her.
A small frown appeared on Ellie's face when she turned to you.
Holy shit, who are you?
Her eyes scanned your body.... fuck
Maybe you'd be the lucky one
You noticed her staring and you rolled your eyes before saying: "Take your pervert eyes off me"
Oh you were feisty.
Ellie never had a problem with women. Most of them threw themselves at her, all she needed to do was say a few words and give them a small smile and they'd be moaning her name minutes later.
She was confident that she'll get you too. She just needed to pull out all the stops when it came to you.
Ellie chuckled at your comment "I'm not a pervert, I'm just checking to make sure you don't have a weapon on you?" she joked.
"What weapon? My strap on?" You snorted.
oh.
Ellie wasn't expecting that.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" you teased at her sudden silence.
Ellie shook her head quickly gaining her composure.
"Has anyone ever told you that you were pretty?" She quickly tried changing the subject.
You hummed "quite a few... has anyone ever told you that you suck at flirting?"
Now this made her jaw drop.
You didn't giggle like she expected, you didn't give her a shy smile.
What the fuck is happening?
"You're boring" you state, you got up and left.
You left the Ellie Williams speechless.
The longer the night went on the more her mind drifted to you. Her mission of finding someone to fuck ended as soon as you came into the picture.
She wanted you. She was on a mission to find you. But between all the people grinding up against each other she thought that would be impossible.
"Hey there loser" she heard your voice she immediately turned to you.
"h-hey" did she just fucking stutter?
"Did you find someone to fuck yet?" you asked she shook her head.
"Maybe we can..." Ellie went silent, too shy to finish her sentence.
She made two scissors with her hands and she made a scissoring motion "you k-know.... me and you"
You laugh at her. You fucking laugh at her.
"Don't be pathetic, use your words"
Ellie felt humiliated. Why were you telling her what to do? Normally she was the one giving orders. Ellie decided that its time to switch roles. She wanted to be in charge.
"Well lets go to the bathroom and ill show you what i can do"
"so you're saying im some kind of cheap fuck?"
"N-no i mean... i meant like-"
"see fucking pathetic"
Ellie was sweating, her cheeks were tinted in a dark shade of pink.
What were you doing to her?
You gently took her hand "show me where your dorm is" was all you said.
The rest was a blur to her.
Lips passionately touching each other, clothes flying off, your fingers in her. A tiny rose tattoo on your left shoulder. She's never cum so hard in her life.
After tonight she knew you fucked her over.
No one had made her this nervous, no one has ever made her finish this hard, no one had ever made her this submissive.
Who are you?
Ellie groaned when she heard her alarm go off. She rolled over to the side of the bed you were laying on, but you weren't there.
She opened her eyes to a cold empty bed.
"Fuck" she sighed.
She never got your name, she doesn't have your number, she doesn't know anything about you.
The memory of you on top of her, you moaning was all she could think about.
Fuck, how she just forget that? How could she forget you?
The only thing she remembered was the rose tattoo on your left shoulder.
"Fuck rose who are you?"
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ellie period comfort fic pls? istg i hate this shit but love ur fluff fics KJAKSJHKA:cc
Comfort - (ellie williams x reader)
hi pookieeee!!! firstly thank youuuu, secondly so real. if i could get rid of it forever i would because joh the painnnnnnnn:(((( i hope you enjoy<3333
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: none
Summary: in which she helped you
authors note: its midterm break rn and im so bored, all i do is sleep, eat and write. also do yall think i should make playlist with all the songs people send me as requests???
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Ellie was worried. Really fucking worried.
The two of you were supposed to meet at this new cat café Ellie recently discovered. She remembered showing you pictures that she found on Instagram, and how excited you were.
"Ellie there's ginger cats!" You squealed when you saw the pictures. "Can i hold them?"
"The website says you can"
You let out a scream of excitement and you hopped onto her, straddling her. Her hands immediately went to your hips.
You kissed her all over her face and she fucking giggled.
"Thank you baby!"
Now here she sat all alone with ginger cat on her lap waiting for you.
She sat there for over an hour waiting but you never showed up. She's called you so many times. She's texted you so many times.
I'm here (delivered)
when are you coming? (delivered)
Where are you? (delivered)
Baby are you ok? (delivered)
You're scaring me (delivered)
It wasn't like you to not respond, especially if the two of you had a date planned.
Maybe you were mad at her? Maybe you were ignoring her? Maybe you were in danger?
Fuck, so many possibilities.
She checked your location only to see that you were at your apartment.
What?
She immediately left the café, and she hopped into her car. She was speeding down the highway, praying that she wouldn't get pulled over.
Maybe you fainted, maybe you forgot, maybe you had someone over?
She was terrified.
She pulled into the driveway of the complex and she rushed up the stairs forgetting that the elevator was there. She ran to your door and she unlocked it with the key she had, not even bothering to knock because if you were in trouble then she needed to get there urgently.
She walked into into your apartment and it looked like it always has. It was clean, everything was in its place.
What the fuck?
She slowly walked through the apartment and she checked every room but there was no one. She just has your bedroom left. She slowly opened the door and there was a huge lump on your bed. She walked to the other side of the bed to see you fast sleep covered with a million blankets.
She let out a sigh of relief and she squatted down so she could see your face more clearly.
She gently touched your cheek and your nose scrunched at the sensation.
"Baby" she muttered quietly.
You slowly opened your eyes and she gave you a small smile.
"Hi"
"Are you ok?" Ellie asked with concern "you didn't reply to my texts"
you frown and you reached out to grab your phone from behind you. You switched it on you read all the texts and you eyes widened.
"we had a date?"
"Yeah"
"I'm sorry"
Ellie shook her head "what happened?"
you look away shyly
"baby talk to me"
"my period started and i decided to take a nap"
'that explains your mood swings' Ellie thought
"oh you poor thing" she got up and she kissed your forehead "does it hurt?"
"A little" you admitted.
"Let me help you"
you nodded at her request and Ellie immediately got to work. She went into your bathroom and she filled the tub with water. She back into your room where you quietly sat and waited for her. She came in and she gently grabbed your hand
"come on baby"
You got out of the bed following her. When you got into the bathroom and you saw the water filled tub you gave her a big hug. You took off your clothes and you gave you got in with a relived sigh.
Ellie took your clothes and she out it into the washer. She immediately went into the kitchen and she looked for every sweet treat she could find because she knew how much loved eating sweet this, especially at this time.
She changed your sheets, she got you pain meds and she sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you.
You walked out all clean, and you were immediately looking for Ellie. When you walked into the room, seeing the new sheets the snacks, you were suddenly overwhelmed.
"Oh Ellie" your eyes filled with tears.
"No baby don't cry" she got up and she walked over to you and she hugged you as you silently sobbed. The two of you stood together for a while as you found comfort in her arms.
"Lets lay down" she mumbled.
"Tonight we'll do whatever you want" she said as she cuddled up behind you.
"Can we watch Disney?"
"We can baby"
"can you also get me cheese?"
"Whatever you want baby"
you gave the arm that was wrapped around you a squeeze
"i like cheese"
" i know you do"
"thank you els, i love you"
"i love you too"
<3
Hey so could you maybe do ellie with “I was all over her” by salvia Plath
I was all over her - (ellie williams x reader)
Hi anon! i tried a different format because im still trying to get used to how to write and stuff lol, also the song choice??? hello??? one of my favorite crying songs fr, i hope you enjoy <3
This story is based off the song I was all over her by Salvia Palth! 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: murder, angst, sadness, mommy issues
Summary: in which she wanted to be all over you
authors note: uni applications are open this month im so nervous that i wont get accepted... im stress writing bro
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The light was really bright, it hurt her eyes. Ellie hates bright lights.
The buzzing also bothered her.
"How can you be so bright and also make such an annoying sound at the same time?" she wondered as she stared at the lights on the roof.
It was cold in here too.
Fuck
it was really cold. She should've worn a jacket.
The room was plain too. There was just a table a few chairs.
Who decorated this place?
Ellie was snapped out if her judgmental thoughts when detective Miller walked into the room, and he sat across her.
"Do you know why you're here?" he asked coldly.
Ellie's handcuffs rattled as she sat up straight.
"I don't" she lied.
"Do you know y/n?" he suddenly asked.
Ellie's eyes widened slightly at the mention of your name. She knew you were. She knew you very well.
You guys were at the same party that night.
That night.
The night she wanted to forget so badly. But how could she? It was engraved into her mind.
She remembered everything.
"She's missing" he said.
"I know"
"I need you to be very honest with me. Do you know what happened to her?"
"No" Liar.
She knew what happened. She was the reason everything happened. She was already drowning in her own guilt.
Detective Miller leaned back into his chair and he let out a dramatic sigh. He knew Ellie knew something, he could sense it.
"Tell me what you remember from that night"
Her muscles tensed when she started telling the story.
"Don't know what I wanted, I have a memory"
Ellie walked into the party, and her nose scrunched up at the smell of weed. Wherever she looked there were people either smoking or drinking, or they were half naked and making out. The room was packed and there was barley space for her to walk.
Ellie hated small spaces, that's why she hated parties. The big crowds, the smells and liquids everywhere, she hated it.
She doesn't know why she was there.
She remembered finding you all alone and sitting at the top of the staircase. She remembered sitting next to you. She remembered how you looked at her.
She remembered, she remembered, she remembered, she remember-
"and then what happened" the detective asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"I don't remember" she lied.
"People saw the two of you go into a room together. What happened in there?"
"Back at that party, I was all over her, We didn't make out or do anything, I just remember I was lonely"
You were so sweet. You were so nice and caring. You were the opposite of who she was.
What was a sweet thing like you doing at such a party?
She remembered how you told her that you enjoyed her company, and how you asked her to go somewhere private so the two of you could get to know each other better.
Lavender.
You smelled like lavender.
As she laid next to you on that bed listening to you ramble about why social media is bad for kids she realized how empty she felt.
You made her feel so full, so loved but when you went home she had no one. You guys didn't even have to do anything, as long as she is in your presence.
You made her happy. She needed to keep you. She needed to feel full.
She remembered you falling asleep, she remembered how peaceful you looked, she remembered how she got up and locked the door.
She remembered, she remembered, she remembered-
"Ellie" detective Miller called her. Ellie looked at him with a hum.
"Let's talk about your personal life"
He needed to dig deeper. He knew she was hiding something. He could tell.
"What do you want to know?" Ellie asked with caution.
"Tell me about your mom"
Oh.
"She left"
"I know she did, but do you remember anything about her?"
She let out a sigh, the handcuffs rattled and she realized that she was still being questioned.
She can't get soft now.
"My mom always made me feel like i was a problem, she made me feel... useless." She watched as he wrote down her words.
"Do you think she was right by calling you useless?" He asked, as if he cared. He didn't care, it was his job.
After a few seconds of silence Ellie answered: "I guess I am always, it's not a problem, it's just something, I got used to it"
Ellie locked the door and she slowly walked to where you lay. You looked so peaceful. She touched your hair gently. She wanted to remember you. Ellie took the pillow she was laying on a few seconds ago and she placed it on your face.
She remembered how you screamed, she remembered how you fought back, she remembered how you begged, she remembered her mother.
Her mother left, but you wont right? this way you'll stay with her right?
She remembered how her mom made her fell, she remembered how heartbroken she was.
she remembered, she remembered, she remembered-
"what did you do to her?" Miller asked.
Tears filled Ellies eyes "i killed her"
She just wanted to keep you. She wanted you to be with her. She wanted to be all over you.
The detective let out a sigh "Ellie Williams you're being arrested for murder"
<3
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?
Mary - (ellie williams x reader)
for @fleshunger ty for being patient, ily <3
This story is based off the song Mary by Alex G, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading! There is another version to this fic! You can read it here:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts
warnings: angst.
Summary: in which you left her to rot
authors note: lmao yall probably hate me for posting so much, forgive me pookies, I swear after tomorrow i'll post less....
Mary is the girl that I wanna kiss
She's got big red eyes and big red lips
She's got big sharp teeth and big fat hips
Mary is the girl that I wanna fuck
She's got leather heart and leather gloves
She's the only girl that I wanna love
"I wanna kiss her so bad" Ellie vented to Dina.
Dina rolled her eyes at Ellie.
She was in love. Really in love.
In all the years Dina has known Ellie she has never seen her this down bad.
"What's so special about this girl anyway?" She asked as she took a bite from Ellie's sandwich.
"What type of a question is that?" Ellie asked. She felt disrespected on your behalf.
"She's got beautiful eyes- and she looks good with red lipstick. Even without lipstick, her lips are so kissable"
A small smile appeared on Dina's face as she listened to her friend describe the girl she was so deeply in love with.
"She's got big fat hips too and I just want to eat her-"
"woah Ellie calm down, that's too much information"
Ellie's face went red with embarrassment.
"How'd you meet her" Dina asked.
"at a fruit Market" Ellie replied with a shrug.
Bananas or oranges?
Bananas?
Oranges?
Ellie was currently thinking about what she should get as she stood in front of the fruit stand. Since when was it so fucking difficult to choose fruit?
"If you think harder, much you might explode" she heard someone chuckle next to her.
Ellie turned to where your voice was coming from, her heart rate suddenly increased.
Angles are fucking real.
"um- yeah" Ellie responded awkwardly.
She cleared her throat and she fixed her posture.
"Bananas or orange?" She asked you.
What the fuck Ellie? Why would you fucking ask that?
You turned your head to look at the fruit, before you reached out to grab a banana.
"It looks fresher" you shrugged as you gave the banana to her.
Your fingertips brushed against hers, and a shock of electricity ran through Ellie.
Her palms felt sweaty, she couldn't breathe.
Focus Ellie. Focus.
"Thank you" You gave her a small smile as you started walking away.
'C'mon Ellie make your move' she thought to herself.
"hey wait!" Ellie yelled as you started walking away.
You turned around to look at her.
"Can I have your number?"
"That's fucking cliché" Dina laughed.
"shut up" Ellie muttered annoyed.
The two girl fell into a comfortable silence as Ellie's thoughts wondered to you.
Oh you would've loved this salad. You would've loved this ice tea. Maybe she should've asked you to come out instead of Dina
*ding*
Ellie reached down to grab her phone. It was you.
Her girl.
Not officially her girlfriend yet, but soon.
She clicked onto the notification with your name.
"Come over please"
fuck yes
Ellie jumped up, and she looked at Dina with a grin.
"My girl is looking for me"
Dina laughed at her friends excitement.
"go get her tiger"
Ellie gave Dina a hug as she ran towards your apartment.
Today she felt confident. Today she was the day she was going to ask you to be her girlfriend. You messaging her was a sign from the gods above.
Ellie's legs were hurting, and she was out of breathe but she was on her way to finally tell the girl of her dreams that she was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Listen to me, baby, I don't mind
I wanna be with you and waste my time
Give it to me, baby, I feel good
I wanna feel whatever you think I should
Sing it for me, baby, play my song
I wanna hear your daddy sing along
Mary is the girl that leaves you to rot
She says, "I am real and you are not"
She says, "I am real and you are not"
Ellie knocked at your front door.
She kept knocking and she's been standing outside of your apartment for the last 10 minutes.
Where were you? Maybe you were laying dead on the floor?
Ellie knocked and knocked but yet you never came.
Was this a prank?
She held the doorknob as she opened the door.
It was open this whole time.
Ellie slowly walked into your apartment, and she looked around the place you called home.
It felt oddly empty.
The little trinkets you kept around was all suddenly gone.
The apartment filled with so much life at one point, suddenly dull and lifeless.
Ellie's eyes went around the room and her eyes landed on a white envelope.
On the front was your pretty handwriting and Ellie's name decorated the front.
With shaky hands Ellie picked it up, and she opened it.
Dear Ellie
Or should I say banana girl?
She chucked remembering your first interaction.
I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you, please don't hate me. I truly never wanted to hurt you Ellie. But I know you have feelings for me. I don't feel the same way. I never wanted to reject you, because I valued our friendship too much. So for the sake of your feelings, I left. I changed my number, so you wont be able to message me. I'm sorry Els.
I love you.
Ellie didn't realize that she started shaking till she finished reading the letter.
She tore the letter apart and her knees buckled.
She fell to the ground sobbing.
You made feel so alive, but you just killed her again.
All the love Ellie had for you was rotting away into hated.
She loved you so much but you left her to rot.