Can You Maybe Do Post Man Abby With Mrs.postman- Black Pumas

Heyy!! I was randomly thinking about a scenario where the reader and Ellie are cuddling on a cold night. The reader's hands are very cold, and Ellie warms them up in various ways. For example, Ellie would use her own hands, and her breath or something to warm them up 😭

oh my god anon, imagine how sweet she would be😭

warnings: tooth rotting fluff and one suggestive joke

You shivered as a cool breeze blew into you and Ellie’s shared room.

You thought you closed it.

Ellie lay behind you, her arm wrapped around your waist and your legs tangled.

On a cold night such as this one, she was always keeping you warm. You loved cuddling with Ellie in the winter but as soon as summer rolled around you didn’t want to be close to her.

Her warm skin pressed against yours warmed you up almost immediately. The only part of your body that wasn’t feeling your girlfriends’ warmth was your hands.

They were fucking freezing.

You were sure that if you didn’t do anything they would freeze off.

You gently turned around in Ellie’s tight grip trying not to wake her up. After a few minutes of struggle, you faced her and a smile spread across your lips. She looked so innocent and sweet. Her brows were slightly furrowed; her lips were pouted.

She was so fucking cute.

You were snapped out of your admiring gaze when you felt another shiver run down your spine once again. You slowly lifted up your hands, as you pulled up Ellie’s shirt to reveal her waist. You placed your cold hands on her waist.

She was so warm.

Ellie’s eyes shot open, and she sat up immediately yelling “what the fuck!?”

You looked at her with doe eyes “hi baby” you breathed

“dude why are your hands so fucking cold?” she said shivering. Her eyes were puffy, her hair was messy, and her voice hoarse.

You sat up with her “I don’t know els, but can you help me? You’re just so warm and I thought you could help” you admitted as you looked down at your hands.

You felt Ellie’s hand touch your shoulder and her other hand was under your chin forcing you to look at her “yeah I’ll help” she with a smile “but only if you give me a kiss”

You rolled your eyes at her request before you leaned forward to give her a slow kiss but you quickly pulled away knowing what would happen if you kiss for too long.

“why’d you pull away?”

“Ellie we both know you won’t stop”

A smirk appeared on her lips “you love it though”

“shut up and help me”

Ellie chuckled as she took your hands into hers.

She was really fucking warm.

You watched as she gently took your cold hands and brought them up to her lips, as left warm open mouthed kisses on your hands.

You immediately felt warmer.

“is it working?” she asked

“almost I’m still a little cold” you replied

A frown appeared on her lips, she was thinking of another way, before her eyes lit up.

“lay down”

“what?”

“baby just listen to me” Ellie begged.

You nodded as you lay on your back. Ellie lay on your chest soon after letting out a sigh as the feeling.

“How is this supposed to help?”

“look” she started as she grabbed your hands, and putting it into her shirt. You cold hands on her skin made her shiver but after a while you finally felt the warmth you craved.

After laying in silence for a while you fell asleep and Ellie carefully got up. She closed the window and she put fuzzy socks onto your feet. She looked down at your sleeping frame and a smile spread on to her face.

She truly loved you, cold hands and all. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

your best friend- ellie williams x reader

no one requested this lol, i just liked the song... do yall want me to make a spotify playlist off all the songs i've written about?

This story is based off the song your best friend by Kiana Lede, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: emotional cheating

Summary: in which you wished ellie wasn't dating your best friend

Masterlist

Ellie never planned to fall in love with you.

She always said your laugh was addictive. Always told Dina that you were “a good one” — loyal, grounded, funny. The kind of person who didn’t start shit, who didn’t push boundaries.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it?

You didn’t push the boundary.

Ellie did. And you let her.

It started with late-night walks through Jackson. Dina would stay behind to clean up or rest from patrol. You and Ellie would wander, shoulders brushing, voices soft, dancing around the things you never said.

It continued with touches that lingered — a hand at your waist that stayed too long. A look that lasted one second too much. Her compliments growing too precise. Yours returning just as sharp.

You told yourself: I would never betray her.

And Ellie told herself: I would never act on it.

But both of you were liars.

One night, while Dina slept upstairs, you and Ellie were in the kitchen, whispering about dumb shit, faces inches apart. You’d just said something funny, and she laughed — full and rare — and then she looked at you like she wanted to ruin everything. You saw it coming.

You didn’t stop it.

The kiss was slow, scared — like both of you knew you’d just ripped something open you couldn’t close.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie whispered, lips still brushing yours.

“No, you’re not.”

And you were right.

Guilt became your second skin.

You smiled in front of Dina. You helped her chop vegetables for dinner, listened to her talk about the new recruits, helped her clean out the horse stables.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about Ellie’s hands under your shirt two nights ago, the way she kept saying “fuck, I shouldn’t” while she didn’t stop.

You weren’t proud. But god, it felt real.

You hated yourself for loving it.

One evening, after too much whiskey, Ellie sat on your porch with red eyes.

“I can’t lie to her forever.”

“Then don’t,” you said. “End it. Or stop this.”

Ellie looked at you, jaw tight. “I don’t know how to stop.”

You both sat there in silence. You didn’t know either.

Dina found out in spring.

You never knew how much Ellie told her, but the fallout was brutal. Dina slammed the front door, threw Ellie’s jacket across the porch, and didn’t speak to you for a month.

Ellie moved out of their house.

She stayed in one of the abandoned cabins by the trees, didn’t talk to anyone for days.

You visited once, stood outside her door. “Ellie, say something.”

“I’m a fucking coward,” came her voice. “Don’t come back.”

You left.

But you didn’t stop loving her.

Time passed.

The pain dulled, but it never left. People stopped looking at you like you were contagious. Dina started laughing again, even made peace with you one afternoon when she found you alone by the stables.

“I’m not ready to forgive you,” she said. “But I know you loved her. That’s worse.”

You nodded. Because it was true.

Ellie stayed distant for months.

Then one day, you found a note slipped under your door.

“I’m still in love with you.

-E"

You found her at the lake, sitting on the edge of the dock, legs dangling in the water.

She didn’t look at you as you sat beside her.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said quietly.

“I almost didn’t,” you replied. “But I never stopped loving you either.”

She finally turned to face you — eyes green and heavy with regret.

“I ruined everything,” Ellie said.

“You broke her heart,” you agreed. “And mine. But I let you.”

Silence again.

Then: “Do you think we can try again? For real this time?”

You breathed out slowly. “Only if we stop lying. To everyone. To ourselves.”

Ellie nodded. “I want to love you right this time.”

It wasn’t perfect.

People judged. Dina kept her distance. Some friendships faded. But you and Ellie stood in it — the mess, the guilt, the consequences.

You built something real from the wreckage.

The touches became open. The glances weren’t stolen. Her hand on yours at the bar felt proud now. You kissed in daylight.

Sometimes, she still looked sad — when she remembered what she lost. What she broke.

But when she looked at you, there was love. Raw, honest, painful — but whole.

One night, in your shared bed, she whispered, “You’re not her best friend anymore.”

You smiled, touched her jaw. “No. I’m yours.”

I’m not sure if you do horror but can you do a horror one like scream themed or any horror movie

Scream for me - part 1 (ellie williams x reader)

This will be a three part series, part two will be released soon!

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Requests are always open feel free to leave one!

Warnings: murder, stalking, mentions of violence, body mutilation

Summary: Not killing the pretty girl was the best mistake she ever made

(if you want me to add you to a tag list just leave a comment and I'll add you)

Fuck

Why was she standing still? Why wasn’t she moving? Why was she hesitating?

Everyone in Jackson was terrified. The brutal murders happening around town might be the reason for that.

The first victim a beautiful blonde girl; Jamie Smith was found on a cold Saturday morning. Head decapitated, with over 20 stab wounds. No one knew why someone would kill such an innocent girl. After the first murder a second victim appeared: Jacob Hill. His genitalia mutilated, his tongue missing and once again over 20 stab wounds. And soon another victim then another and another. And soon the death count went from 2 to over 15 people. No one was safe. Whoever this murderer was, was thirsty for blood. And she’d kill anyone to quenched that thirst.

But here she stood over you sleeping body.

Why wasn’t she attacking you? In all honesty she doesn’t know. She doesn’t fucking know who you were. But that’s the thing she never knew her victims. It makes killing easier.

 But why couldn’t she hurt you?

She ruthless, borderline satanic. But yet as she looked at you while you slept she felt her dark thoughts go silent.  You were pretty. The face of an angel. The face of pure innocence. She couldn’t harm such a pretty thing like you.

So the famous Ghostface (that’s what everyone calls this murderer) went home. And she questioned herself.

Why didn’t she fucking kill you?

She removed her mask, the autumn brown hair falling out of the loose bun she placed it in.

“stupid fucking hair” Ellie muttered out of frustration. Her hair was so fucking short she couldn’t even tie a proper ponytail. She quickly removed the gloves, and placed her favorite knife back in it’s case. She swiftly removed the all black outfit she wore, and she was left in red boxers and a black sports bra. Ellie laid down on her bed, and she let out a sigh.

She didn’t kill anyone tonight. That was weird. She always kills people when she goes out. Her not killing you ruined her current killing streak.

“Fuck” she muttered and closed her eyes trying to fall asleep. The more she tried the less the felt sleepy. Her thoughts consumed her. With her past victims, Joel, the police and you.

 Who were you?

Ellie had to know. Even if it fucking kills her.

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Ellie waited. She waited for the alarm to sound.

Since the killings, Jackson has had a curfew. Everyone should be in the house before night fall, doors locked. Everyone was terrified. No one could figure out who Ghostface was. A question many asked because they hated living in fear. But Ellie liked it. She liked having people scared of her. She liked knowing the reason people were forced to stay inside was because of her. She got a sick kick out of it.

The alarm sounded and she waited for one hour, because the police patrol that one hour hoping to catch her. No one can. No one will.

At exactly 11:00pm Ellie went out. Not to kill. But to find out who that pretty girl was. She knew she couldn’t kill you. The way her body reacted at the sight of you made it impossible. But she needed to know who you were.

It didn’t take long for Ellie to find your house again. Your curtains closed and windows locked. 

“Fuck” she muttered under her breathe when she couldn’t get in “fuck you pretty girl” she cursed. Ellie ran to the other side of the house and she thanked the gods that there was a window open.

She squeezed through the small window, “shit” she cursed out loudly when she felt her foot land in cold water. She landed in the toilet cringing at how it made her socks feel. She quickly got out not caring if she made your floor wet and she went back to the bedroom.

When she entered she was hit with a strong vanilla smell she thought she could faint at how strong the smell is. “jesus fucking christ” she cursed. And she stood there, trying to get used to the smell.

And that’s when she saw once again you lay there sleeping. Blissfully unaware that Ghostface was standing above you for the second time. You looked peaceful, it looked like you didn’t have a worry in the world but your messy room said otherwise. Clothes everywhere, books scattered across the floor.

“She’s probably in college” Ellie thought when she saw all the texts books.

 pretty and smart. Her favorite.

Her eyes landed on a wall filled with polaroid’s. Her mouth fell agape when she saw you. Awake. You were even prettier than she imagined. She was mesmerized by you. Her thoughts were quickly disturbed when she saw a picture of you and a girl. Ellie frowned.

Who was she?  Why were you with her? Why do you look so happy? She was going to fucking kill-

‘Woah Ellie calm down’ she thought to herself. She didn’t even know your fucking name.

She quickly grabbed the polaroid of you smiling. You wore a blue and white sundress, you looked beautiful. She smiled down at the picture, stuffing it into her pocket.

She made a quick mental note of that girl she saw in the picture with you. Ellie was going to find her. She was going to know who the fuck that girl was.

 She stayed in your room. The entire night. She watched you sleep, she cleaned up a little and she left with the polaroid.

In the days to come Ellie has gone insane. Every time she went out to kill some, she took that polaroid with her. That fucking picture of the pretty girl who’s name she doesn’t know. Every time she stabbed someone, every time the blade pierced someone’s skin she imagined you whispering;

“do it again” “kill them”

She doesn’t even know what you sound like, but fuck the way she imagines it has her dripping. She hoped to hear your voice one day.

She kissed that picture every time she went out, she slept with it under her pillow. She had it in her pocket 24/7.

And in the passing nights, she went back to your house every time. She watched you sleep, she cleaned up a little, she got mad at that picture of you and that girl who she still hasn’t found. You’ve consumed her life and she doesn’t even fucking know your name.

Tonight was like no other for Ellie, she murdered an old man. She did her classic 20 stab wound method then she set him on fire. It was something new. Something entertaining. This will definitely get a kick out of the community she thought. She went home and showered trying to clean off all the blood so that she doesn’t get your room messy. She kissed the polaroid, put it into her pocket and she left.

She left to you. Once again she hopped through the bathroom window. And she ran straight to your room, as she cleaned she accidently knocked the lamp off your bedside table. And she heard a whimper from behind her.

‘Fuck” she breathed. She slowly turned around to see you sitting, knees to your chin, fear in your eyes. This was the first time Ellie is seeing you awake, and she wanted to do nothing more but to grab you and kiss you.

“Who are you?” the pretty girl whispered

What the fuck was Ellie going to do?

part 2

Authors note: sorry for just disappearing, I was in a really bad space mentally, but I’m back now! I hope you enjoyed, and trust me this story is going to get darker in the next part. Remember to always be kind! Requests are always open, feel free to leave one! And if you wanna be in the tag list just leave a comment !

Yours truly,

Zia <3

wait I’m so curious to the angst fic you wrote to in my feelings - ldr :0 cuz I would’ve never interpret it into an angst fic! Do you think you can publish that one too? No pressure! 💕

In my feelings - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon, here she is! I hope you enjoy <3

This story is based off the song in my feelings by Lana Del Rey, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:) This was originally a smut fic. You can read it here, but this wonder anon requested a angst edition, so yes.

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

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

Warnings: toxic situationship

Summary: In which you fell for a loser

Authors note: i know I've not been that active and I'm so sorry. Life has just been busy, i have to write exams, i have a surgery on Thursday so it's been tense lmao, but I'm trying. Please be patient with me <3

I'm smoking while I'm runnin' on my treadmill

But I'm cutting up roses

Could it be that I fell for another loser

I'm crying while I'm cummin'

Making love while I'm making good money

Sobbin' in my cup of coffee

'Cause I fell for another loser

"Could it be that I fell for another loser?" You asked Dina as the cigarette smoke left your plush lips.

You heard Dina snort beside you.

"probably, she looks like she could be one, and she treats you like shit" she shrugged"

you shook your head at her honesty.

It's embarrassing honestly. You truly did have a type for losers.

People who couldn't make eye contact with you. People who would fold as soon as you gave them your pretty smile. You had the control, but yet anything you had with these people weren't real love. It was purely lust. It was fun.

You liked being in control, you liked breaking them.

But with Ellie it was different.

You met Ellie at a gym.

She caught you eye immediately. She was perfect. Her autumn brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, she was wearing pink leggings with a matching sports bra. The sweat on her forehead glistening under the light of the gym.

If god was real this pretty girl would be in your bed by the end of the night

You ran on the treadmill for a while, trying to ignore the pretty girls eyes. You saw her watching you though the mirror. You felt her eyes trail down your body.

Maybe she wanted you like you wanted her.

After a while you tried leaving the gym, you lit a cigarette as you walked out, your bag hung on your shoulder.

"Hi"

you flinched at the strange voice.

Oh. It was her.

Pink tight girl.

"Hey" you responded.

You saw her gaze fall to the floor as she shyly muttered "I'm Ellie"

What a fucking loser. She couldn't even look at you.

You loved her already.

You gave her your name, and you listened as it fell from her tongue multiple time. She was testing the was your name tasted on her tongue and she loved it.

"Those are bad for you" she pointed out you shrugged

"it makes me look hot, doesn't it?" Was all you said as you took another puff, throwing your head back as the smoke filled the air.

You felt her eyes on you, and you heard her audibly gulp.

"Doesn't it Ellie?" you persisted

"yeah- yeah it does"

you gave her a smile, and before you waved goodbye she handed you a paper. With a raised eyebrow you opened it and in a messy handwriting was her number.

You looked at her and she looked away, she couldn't make eye contact with you.

All you could do was smirk, they were always so fucking easy to make nervous.

"I'll call you" you winked.

Now here you stood 5 weeks later, sobbing into a cup of coffee because you fell for a fucking loser.

Get that cigarette smoke out of my face

You've been wasting my time

While you're taking what's mine, with the things that you're doing

Talk that talk, well now they all know your name

And there's no coming back from the place that you came

Baby don't do it

you don't know what happened with Ellie.

The girl you called a loser once, the girl who fell to her knees when you smiled is suddenly a cold hearted person.

"Get that cigarette smoke out of my face" Ellie huffed as she sat across you.

You rolled your eyes before you put the cigarette out.

"Ellie calm down so we can talk"

"talk about what? You're wasting my time with this"

your jaw dropped at her words.

'What a fucking bitch' you thought to yourself.

"I'm wasting your fucking time? Ellie don't make me mad because I will fucking slap you"

she looked taken aback at your harsh words, her cheeks tined in a pink color.

Her eyes fell to the floor, and for a second you saw her.

Your Ellie.

The loser you fell for.

But she suddenly got up muttering "I will not be disrespected by someone like you", and she walked out of your apartment. The door slammed and you were left alone.

The silence was so loud.

There was no coming back from this.

The more time you spent with Ellie, the more you discovered about her. She used to be so sweet.

You remembered your first date, she couldn't even hold your hand and she constantly apologized for everything.

She was a fucking loser.

But one day someone said that Ellie was out of your league. You knew she was. Some like Ellie deserved someone better, but yet you thought she fell for you.

That day changed everything. Ellie's eyes widened at the person's comment and she was quieter than usual that day.

The next time you saw her, she was a whole new person. Her entire persona changed. Her hair, makeup, style, even the way she fucking walked changed.

You were happy that she had confidence, but you found out she was seeing other people behind your back.

Despite never being official it hurt.

You knew Ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to, but you thought you had something special.

One night when Ellie was sleeping over, you asked her the question.

"What are we?"

she never replied.

Every fucking time you brought it up, she always walked away.

What a fucking loser. What a fucking pussy.

Even today, you invited her over to talk. To see if she liked you. You needed closure because truthfully you fell for the autumn brown headed girl.

You just had to make sure.

And to hear her say that you were wasting her time was fucking sick.

She was wasting yours with her games.

And here you thought you had actually met a loser worth your time.

'Cause you got me in my feelings (catch you, it's so much right now)

Talking in my sleep again (you can whistle if you want)

Drown out all our screaming (catch you, it's so much right now)

Who's tougher than this bitch

Who's free-er than me

You wanna make the switch

Be my guest baby

I'm feeling all my fucking feelings

you wish you could sleep right now. You were tired, and you didn't have any energy for bullshit.

Ellie's rant had begun after she spotted you and Dina getting lunch earlier.

Wow so you can't breathe the air of another girl but she can fuck someone else? That's wonderful logic!

But you sat here listening to Ellie yelling at you for some reason.

You wish you could drown put her screaming.

"Ellie can you just shut the fuck up!" you yelled.

You had enough of her mixed signals. You had enough of her practically cheating on you. You were tired.

"How dare you talk to me like that-" but before Ellie could end up yelling again you got up, pushing her against the wall.

"How dare I? How dare you! You fucking lead me on for weeks, then you freak out when I hang out with another girl! Ellie you are really fucking stupid" you said though heavy breathes.

Ellie stared at you with wide eyes.

There she is.

The girl you thought you had a chance with.

You took a step back, shaking your head and chuckling.

"You really are a fucking loser, how could I fall for someone like you?" You asked yourself.

Ellie heard.

She got up walking to you, she placed her hands on your shoulders "i-i like you. A lot. I just didn't know how to express myself- and- you made me so nervous so I thought I could make you j-jealous"

you shrugged her hands off your shoulders and you took another step back.

"That's not how relationships work Ellie, you ruined this yourself"

"Please listen-"

"get the fuck out"

Ellie sighed before she got up. She was on her way to the door, and she looked back at you for the last time.

"smoking is bad for you" she said with a sad smile.

You chucked at her words before responding "it makes me look hot doesn't it?"

"It really does"

you watched as Ellie walk out the door, you lit another cigarette.

As the smoke filled the air, like it has countless times before. you let out a sigh at the realization: you fell in love with another loser.

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

I love her puppy eyes and muscles so much 🥺

Also, i love obsessive women so

New Magic Wand - abby anderson x reader

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

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

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: dark themes, obsession, violence, psychological tension

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

Masterlist

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

That was two months ago.

Now, she watches you from the shadows.

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

Abby’s jaw locked so tight her molars ached.

She waited. Quiet. Calculating.

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

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

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

You started noticing strange things.

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

Then Mia disappeared.

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

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

But Abby cared.

Abby had taken care of the problem.

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

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

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

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

But not the way she wanted.

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

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

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

It was that fucking patrol leader next.

Sergio.

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

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

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

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

She’d fix it.

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

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

Someone was doing this for you.

That’s when you found the journal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You killed them,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanted to believe you could be loved that completely.

“Please don’t leave me now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not in protest.

But in surrender.

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"

<3

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

Laugh it off - (ellie williams x reader)

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

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

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

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

Warnings: meantions of cheating and sex

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

wc: ???

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You're coming in hot, but not so bright

Making a meal of any appetite

Just take it easy

'Cause if I held you up against the light

I could see clear enough to cut right

To where you're weakest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was no love left in you.

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

"So...." Ellie started.

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

She was nervous.

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

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

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

"Are you enjoying dinner?" Ellie asked awkwardly.

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

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

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

"I don't like it anymore"

"what? Since when?"

"Since you fucking cheated on me"

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

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

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

Ellie started sweating with embrassment.

The room felt hot and stuffy.

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

"This relationship was a mistake" you replied.

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

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

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

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

But you were worth fighting for.

I can tell that

You wanna laugh it off, but you're lazy

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

But you're difficult to reason with and maybe

Just maybe

Want my chest to keep it heavin'

On the lighter side of feelin'

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

So i'm just gonna laugh it off

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

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

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

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

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

"Who said I wanted to fix things?"

Ellie opened her mouth in suprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lighting my name up with an exit sign

You got me leavin'

You're pushing me into this falling out

And the moment that I watch my mouth

I lose the feeling

Ellie went out with a bunch of coworkers that night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She watched you cry. She watched you walked out.

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

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

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

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

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

But your love is in the liminal and maybe

Just maybe

"what the fuck Ellie?" You yelled.

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

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

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

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

Ellie hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

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

If only you still felt the same

Oh, oh

I'm just gonna laugh it off

Oh, ohh

'Cause the air's got a weight right now

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

I'm only teasing

You and Ellie sat in awkward silence in her apartment.

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

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

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

"I think we should break up"

"what? No"

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

And Ellie let out a loud sob at your request.

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded as an answer to your question.

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

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

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

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

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

Yours truly,

Zia <3

I was wondering what would be professor ellies reaction to overhearing her students call her wife a milf?😭

Idk if she would be smug or jealous 😭

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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☆ You arrive right before Ellie’s lecture starts, balancing Aurora on your hip and pushing Arnold in a sleek black pram.

☆ You’re in leggings and a fitted hoodie, your hair half-tied, glowing in that “effortless hot mom” way that makes people stare.

☆ Ellie’s in the middle of setting up her slides when she spots you through the open lecture hall door and just melts—the tension in her shoulders visibly drops.

☆ “Shit,” she mumbles when she sees the brown paper bag in your hand, realizing she did forget her lunch on the kitchen counter.

☆ Aurora clings to you, shyly resting her head against your shoulder as her curls bounce with each step.

☆ Ellie immediately walks down from the podium, forgetting about her slides for a second just to greet the three of you.

☆ She kisses your temple, whispers a thank you, and gently strokes Arnold’s cheek as he stirs in his sleep.

☆ Students start to murmur as the scene unfolds—especially since they rarely see Professor Williams flustered or affectionate in public.

☆ You’re kind, smiling at her class and giving a little wave before telling Ellie to have a good lecture.

☆ As you walk out, Ellie’s eyes are glued to you—watching your hips sway and how effortlessly beautiful you look with her babies.

☆ The door hasn’t even closed behind you when a student in the back lets out a low whistle.

☆ Another mutters, “Damn, Professor Williams pulled a MILF.”

☆ Someone giggles, “Now it makes sense why she’s so serious—she’s got that waiting at home.”

☆ Ellie hears everything.

☆ Her eyes narrow slightly, jaw tightening as she clicks her laptop to the next slide a little too hard.

☆ “That was my wife, by the way,” she says nonchalantly, eyes still on the screen.

☆ “And the mother of both my children. Not that it's any of your business.”

☆ The room goes completely silent. A few students exchange wide-eyed looks.

☆ Ellie smirks to herself. Her little dig was sharp but still professional—classic passive-aggressive Professor Williams.

☆ She continues her lecture like nothing happened, but there's an edge in her tone now, like she’s daring anyone to comment again.

☆ She’s seething with jealousy, even if the comments were technically compliments.

☆ In her head: Of course they think she’s hot. She’s fucking perfect.

☆ She can’t stop picturing how good you looked—messy mom hair, flushed cheeks, and that soft voice.

☆ The image of you holding Aurora with one arm while pushing Arnold is burned into her brain.

☆ Her students noticing your hotness only confirms what she already knows: you’re stunning, magnetic, hers.

☆ She spends half the lecture imagining dragging you into her office after class just to mark her territory.

☆ She literally has to pause mid-sentence at one point because her brain short-circuits thinking about it.

☆ When she finally wraps up, she types “MILF-hunting undergrads = extra assignments” into her personal notes. Half-joking. Kind of.

☆ She finds you sitting on a bench outside her building, Arnold now awake and cooing softly.

☆ Aurora’s blowing dandelions and crawling into your lap every five seconds.

☆ Ellie drops her bag beside you and immediately kisses you—firm, slow, full of silent you’re mine energy.

☆ “You shouldn’t come looking like that,” she whispers into your hair.

☆ “Like what?” you ask, knowing exactly what she means.

☆ “Like the hottest person to ever walk into a university campus—with my baby on your hip.”

☆ She looks down at Arnold and mutters, “I hope he didn’t hear the bullshit I had to sit through.”

☆ You giggle, teasing, “What, jealous?”

☆ “No,” she deadpans. “Just proud. And territorial. And maybe slightly homicidal.”

☆ She offers to push the pram, her other arm slung possessively around your waist.

☆ She keeps glancing at passing students, daring anyone to look at you again.

☆ She tells you the whole story during dinner—every comment, every internal reaction.

☆ “I should start the next lecture with a slide that says: ‘That MILF is married. To me.’”

☆ You laugh so hard you nearly spill juice on Arnold’s onesie.

☆ Aurora asks what a “milf” is and Ellie nearly chokes.

☆ She’s planning a casual campus lunch date where she can show you off properly.

☆ She updates her office desk photos—new ones of you holding Arnold and a candid of you kissing Aurora’s nose.

☆ She catches herself rereading her student evaluations, smirking at the ones that mention her being “intimidating but hot.”

☆ Her next lecture includes a quote about “respecting others—especially your professor’s badass wife.”

☆ When you tease her later, she kisses you roughly and growls, “They wish they had you. But they never will.”

☆ She journals about the moment that night, scribbling things like “she looked so perfect. She always does. Mine.”

☆ The next time you bring her lunch, she kisses you in front of the class. Not a long kiss—just enough to make a point.

Can i ask for both characters (abby and ellie)?

Reader is secretly (not so secret but yea 😭) in love with ellie but ellie and dina happen so reader gets out of jackson and meets abby? And when she comes back to visit jesse (thats our bestie) they all reunite (awkwardly so 😭) and ellie is so jealous and in love, abby is smug and protective and readers like "im glad were all adults who can get along 😃"

Joels alive and well for the sake of the plot 😭

Look at us now - ellie & abby x reader

hi anon!! this is lowkey such a good plot. I had 3 alternative endings lmfao, lmk if you want a different version! I hope you enjoy:)

pairing: abby anderson, ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts and ideas!!

warnings: angst, jealousy, protective behavior

summary: 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.

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You never meant to leave Jackson like that.

No goodbye to Ellie. Not even Jesse, who deserved better. Just a backpack, shaking hands, and the last whisper of your pride dragging you out through the gate before sunrise.

You told yourself it wasn’t because of Ellie. Not entirely. But the image of her and Dina walking hand in hand, smiling like they didn’t just break you in half—that was hard to forget. You kept quiet. You never told her how you felt. Maybe she knew.

Maybe that made it worse.

Six months later

“Are you gonna keep staring or shoot something?”

The teasing voice cuts through the morning haze. Abby’s standing next to you, crossbow slung lazily over her shoulder, a smug little smile tugging at her mouth.

“Sorry,” you mutter, cheeks warm. “Lost in thought.”

She quirks a brow, walking closer until her shadow falls across your boots. “That mean you were thinking about me?”

You scoff, but your grin gives you away. Abby’s always like this—half flirting, half mocking. You like it more than you should. You like her more than you should. And somewhere along the line, she stopped being a distraction and started being a possibility.

Jackson feels like a lifetime ago.

When Jesse writes to you, everything tilts.

"Come visit. Joel’s throwing a birthday thing. Ellie’ll be there. Dina too. Don’t make it weird, okay? We miss you"

You don’t want to go. But you do.

Abby insists on coming. “For protection,” she says. “What if they throw a pitchfork at you for leaving?”

You laugh. “You just want to meet the ex.”

Abby’s quiet a second too long. “Just want to see where you came from.”

The reunion is exactly as awful as you feared. Jesse hugs you so tight you almost cry. Dina gives you a polite nod. Ellie—Ellie looks like she’s seen a ghost.

“Hey,” you offer, and her name sticks in your throat like a splinter. “You look… good.”

She doesn’t respond right away. Just blinks. Then, “You cut your hair.”

“Yeah.”

Abby lingers by the door, clearly sizing Ellie up. You wave her over, desperate for something familiar.

“Everyone—this is Abby. She’s… she’s important to me.”

Ellie’s face twitches.

“Oh, so that’s what you ran off to find,” she mutters under her breath, loud enough to make Jesse flinch. Dina shoots Ellie a warning look, but Abby’s already smiling, slow and dangerous.

“Nice to meet you,” Abby says, sticking her hand out. “Heard a lot about you.”

Ellie ignores it.

Joel, bless him, barges in then, cheerful and oblivious. “Well, if it ain’t our favorite runaway! C’mere!”

You breathe again. For now.

Dinner is a battlefield. Ellie won’t stop watching you. Her fork scrapes her plate like she’s trying to dig into your thoughts.

“So, Abby,” she says at one point, venom sweet in her voice. “What brings you to Jackson? Other than dragging Y/N back?”

“I didn’t drag her anywhere,” Abby replies coolly. “She wanted something better.”

Your eyes widen. “Abby—”

“No offense,” she adds, not looking sorry at all.

Ellie slams her cup down. “None taken. I mean, it’s not like she left without telling anyone. That would’ve been rude.”

You stare at your lap, throat burning. Abby’s hand slips under the table and finds yours. Gentle. Firm. Protective.

Ellie notices.

“I’m glad we’re all adults who can get along,” you mutter, trying to defuse the tension. “Right?”

Joel raises a glass. “To that.”

But the look in Ellie’s eyes says otherwise.

Later that night

You find Ellie outside, leaning against the porch railing, smoking.

“I didn’t know she was your girlfriend,” she says, not looking at you.

“She’s not. Not officially.”

“But you’re with her.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

She breathes in, hard. “I thought you loved me.”

“I did,” you admit. “Maybe I still do. But you chose Dina.”

“That was complicated.”

“You made it pretty simple when you kissed her in front of me.”

Ellie turns to you finally, something raw in her expression. “I didn’t think you’d leave.”

You smile, bitter. “Then you didn’t know me at all.” You walk away before she can answer.

Abby is waiting for you in Jesse’s spare room.

She doesn’t ask questions. Just pulls you onto the bed, wrapping her arms around you like she knows how heavy everything is.

“I don’t care about her,” you whisper. “Not like that. Not anymore.”

Abby kisses your temple. “I know.”

“But she looked at me like she regretted everything.”

“She’s too late.”

You turn to her, fingers brushing her cheek. “Are you okay with this? With her still… being around?”

Abby shrugs, cocky. “She can look. I’m the one you sleep next to.”

You laugh. For the first time that night, it feels real.

By the time you leave Jackson, the air between you and Ellie is ice-thin and brittle. You hug Jesse, thank Dina for being kind. Joel sends you off with a wave and a warning: “Take care of her, Abby.”

Abby salutes. “Always.”

As you mount your horse, Ellie appears at the gate. She doesn’t speak, just stands there, eyes full of everything unsaid.

You ride past her without stopping. This time, you don’t look back.

That night, in your shared sleeping bag, Abby pulls you close.

“You okay?”

You nod against her chest. “I’m glad we’re all adults who can get along.”

Abby snorts. “Ellie looked like she was gonna explode.”

“She’s jealous.”

“She should be. I would be.”

You glance up at her. “You’re not jealous?”

Abby leans down, lips brushing your forehead. “No need to be. I already won.”

And yeah—she did.

Ellie doesn’t remember how to breathe when she saw you again.

You’re laughing—eyes squinting in the sunlight, hand curled around Abby’s arm, your body tucked close to hers like you belong there.

Like you never belonged to Ellie. But you did. At least… you used to.

It starts with a letter.

"Hey. I know I’m the last person you want to hear from, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About you. About us. I was stupid, and if you’d let me talk, I’d really like to see you again"

You don’t respond. But Ellie doesn’t stop.

She sends another. Then another.

The fourth letter includes a drawing—your favorite flower, shaded with ink smudges and tiny words hidden in the petals: I miss you.

Abby finds it first.

“She’s reaching,” she says flatly, handing it to you.

You trace the lines with your thumb, then fold it neatly and throw it into the fire.

Two months later, she shows up. Just shows up in your settlement, boots caked in dust, hair a little longer than before, guitar slung over her back like an apology. You’re standing in the garden when you spot her. For a second, the world tilts.

She looks the same. Sad eyes. Tight mouth. That same goddamn hoodie you used to fall asleep on. Your heart aches—but not for her. For the girl you used to be.

“Hey,” she says, voice hoarse.

“Ellie.” You straighten. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I came to see you.”

Abby steps out from the porch, drying her hands on a rag, eyes narrowing the second she sees Ellie. She doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to.

Ellie shifts uncomfortably. “Can we talk?”

You glance at Abby. She raises an eyebrow, like she’s daring you to say yes.

“I’ll give you five minutes,” you tell Ellie. “That’s it.”

She follows you to the creek.

It used to be your spot. You carved your name into a tree nearby—Y/N + ?, like you were waiting for someone to be brave enough to claim it.

Ellie never was. Now it mocks her.

“I was wrong,” she starts. “About everything.”

You don’t speak.

“I thought Dina was what I wanted. But every time I looked at her, all I could think about was you.”

You sigh. “Ellie—”

“I didn’t know how to say it. I thought if I ignored it, it’d go away. But it didn’t. It got worse.”

She moves closer. You take a step back.

“I’m with Abby now,” you say gently. “I’m happy.”

“I can make you happy too.”

“No, Ellie.” You shake your head. “You had your chance.”

Her jaw tenses. “She’s not me.”

“Exactly,” you say. “She shows up. She listens. She didn’t wait until someone else loved me to finally care.”

Ellie flinches like you slapped her. “I never stopped caring.”

“But you stopped trying. And I’m done chasing people who don’t choose me.”

When you leave her at the creek, you feel lighter. You expect her to disappear after that. But she stays.

She helps in the stables. Plays guitar for the kids. Smiles politely when she sees you.

She’s trying. And it hurts to watch.

Abby corners her one evening.

“You think you’re gonna win her back?”

Ellie straightens. “Not trying to start anything.”

“Good. Because you’d lose.”

Ellie scoffs. “You think she really loves you?”

Abby smiles, slow and dangerous. “She wakes up with her hand on my chest. Calls me home in her sleep. You tell me.”

Ellie swallows hard. “If I’d asked her to stay back then…”

“She would’ve,” Abby says. “And you didn’t.”

She walks away, leaving Ellie exactly where she belongs—behind.

You find Ellie packing a few days later.

“You’re leaving?”

She nods, not meeting your eyes. “Figured I wore out my welcome.”

You hesitate. “Ellie—”

“I don’t want you to forgive me,” she says quickly. “I just wanted to be close to you. Even if it was just as a ghost.”

There’s a long silence. Then you say, “You weren’t a ghost. You were a mistake.”

She flinches.

“And I needed that mistake to know what I deserve.”

Ellie nods, lips trembling. “She’s good to you.”

“She’s everything to me.”

That night, you curl into Abby’s arms and whisper, “She’s gone.”

Abby doesn’t say, I told you so.

She just kisses the back of your neck and says, “I’m not going anywhere.”

And that’s all you need to hear.

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

Amazing work btw

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ She leaves love notes inside your breast pump bag.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆ Her voice softens immediately when either kid cries.

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

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

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

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