Dont Take Her From Me - Ellie Williams X Reader
Idk if you watched yellowjackets but i really think you would like it!
It got me thinking about ellie who lost her bestfriend (secret crush/love of her life) reader and cant part with her body and breaksdown when people find out she has it and take it away from her
Dont take her from me - ellie williams x reader
hi anon! i haven't watched it yet but its been on my watchlist... I've heard good things about it. Once again i got carried away... i hope you enjoy:)
pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader
requests are open, send me songs or your silly ideas:)
HUGE WARNING: grief, delusion, breakdown, body transport, psychological decay, corpses/dead bodies, disturbing comfort, jealousy, paranoia, anxiety, mental health strain, grave raiding, corpse handling, delusion, isolation, obsession, gore implied, graphic descriptions, blood, unsettling behaviour
Summary: Ellie’s always had control—until someone threatens to take the one person she can’t live without
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The blood had dried on Ellie’s hands hours ago.
But she still sat there, legs numb from being folded too long, your lifeless form cradled in her arms like you might wake up if she held you tight enough.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
She didn’t even get the chance to tell you how she felt—how the thing in her chest wasn’t just a crush. Wasn’t just longing. It was hunger. Ached for you so deeply that she sometimes had to grip the edge of her desk just to stop from running to your house and spilling every ugly truth in her head.
Now she was sitting on the cold floor of an abandoned cabin, in the middle of nowhere, covered in blood and sweat and dirt—and none of it mattered. None of it compared to the way your body had gone still. Your breath, your light… extinguished like it was never there.
She pressed her cheek to your forehead. Still faintly warm.
“Don’t go cold,” she whispered, voice shredded from hours of screaming your name into nothingness. “Just stay a little longer. Just stay with me.”
She rocked slightly. Back and forth. Like she could lull you into staying. Like you were just sleeping off a long night.
And when the others came—Jesse, Dina, a couple others from Jackson—Ellie didn’t even flinch.
They saw her first. Then you. No one spoke. For a moment, all they did was stare.
Then Jesse stepped forward. “Ellie,” he said softly, eyes wide with horror, “we have to take her.”
She didn’t look up. “No.”
“Ellie—”
“No.”
Her voice cracked, sharp and shrill, and her grip around your torso tightened.
“She’s not—she’s not ready. She’s not cold yet. She’s not—” Her breath hitched. “You can’t just take her.”
Dina’s face twisted in pain. “El… we need to bury her. It’s not safe out here, there’s—”
“You don’t get to touch her!” Ellie roared, head snapping up. Her eyes were wild—bloodshot, soaked with grief and rage. “You didn’t know her like I did. You don’t even get it.”
She scrambled back as Jesse reached again, shielding your body like a wounded animal. Her fingers trembled where they clung to your clothes.
“She was mine,” she whispered. “I never got to say it—but she was. She was. And you’re not gonna put her in the fucking ground like she’s just gone. She’s not.”
She pressed a kiss to your temple. Desperate. Cracked. “I can keep her warm. I swear. I’ll—I’ll keep her safe. Don’t take her from me. Please.”
But your skin was cooling.
No amount of warmth from her hands, no matter how feverishly she held you, could stop the inevitable.
She had memorized every scar, every laugh, every stupid joke you told just to see her crack a smile. And now you were quiet. Hollow. Just an echo.
They had to sedate her.
It took three of them. She fought like a hellhound, screaming your name, kicking, crying, biting, even when the needle sank into her neck. Even when her body slumped in Jesse’s arms, unconscious… her fingers were still twisted in your shirt.
When she woke up in Jackson days later, you were gone. She lost it.
They wouldn’t tell her where they buried you. Said she wasn’t stable. Said she needed rest, time, healing.
She screamed until her voice gave out. Tore her room apart looking for anything you touched. Burned a hole through your favorite hoodie just trying to breathe it in.
She sneaks out that night. Finds the grave. It’s quiet. Peaceful. The dirt’s still fresh.
Ellie drops to her knees, hands shaking, and begins to dig. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She doesn’t care. She needs to see your face again.
Needs to kiss you, one more time, even if your lips are cold. Needs to apologize for all the time she wasted. Needs to ask if you’d have said yes—if she had asked you out. If you’d have smiled, taken her hand, told her you felt it too.
When they find her in the morning, she’s curled up beside the half-opened grave, fingers bloodied, dirt under her nails, your name on her lips. She doesn’t even look up.
“She was the only good thing,” she whispers, to no one. “And I didn’t get to keep her.”
It had been six days since you died. No one had found the cabin. Not yet. She made sure of it.
The windows were boarded. The door—barred with a chair wedged under the knob. Every possible crack sealed tight. She'd left bloodied handprints on the wood floor from moving you again, and again, and again—trying to find the right spot, the one you’d be most comfortable in.
You were laid out on a mattress in the center of the room, tucked under a worn blanket she stole from your house weeks ago. Your hair combed back gently. Lips touched with rose balm. She even painted your nails.
“See?” Ellie murmured, sitting beside you, her knees folded tightly under her. Her fingers brushed the edge of your arm—skin pale, but not blue. Not yet. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
She hadn’t eaten in two days. Barely drank water. Her eyes were sunken, red-rimmed, skin tight across her cheekbones. But her gaze never left you.
Sometimes, she imagined you blinking. Sometimes, she swore you did.
Sometimes, she dreamed you whispered her name, and when she woke up, her ear would be inches from your mouth, waiting. Just waiting for it again.
It wasn’t decomposition. It was transition. That’s what she told herself. That the smell wasn’t decay—it was your soul trying to root itself in her.
That the darkening under your eyes wasn’t rot—it was exhaustion from everything you’d been through.
That the way your body stiffened wasn’t rigor mortis—it was just you being shy. You’d always been shy.
They came looking for her on the ninth day. A knock at the cabin.
“Ellie? Are you in there?”
Jesse.
Ellie blinked, gaze pulling from your face. She didn’t answer.
“Ellie, please. We just want to help.”
Help?
They didn’t understand.
They wanted to take you.
She stood slowly, reaching for the axe near the doorway. The one she'd been using to chop firewood—and threaten the shadows when they got too loud.
She looked down at you one last time. Her expression soft, loving, doting.
“They don’t get to have you,” she whispered, eyes glassy. “You’re mine.” Then she went to the door.
The floorboards are stained now. Not from you. From the others.
They tried to come in. They didn’t leave.
She had to do it. She had to. They would’ve taken you. Put you in the ground like you were nothing more than meat and memory.
You weren’t. You were everything. Still are.
Now it’s just the two of you again. The way it should be.
Ellie sleeps curled up at the foot of your mattress, arm across your ankle like a child holding a stuffed toy. She tells you stories. She sings to you—soft lullabies she remembers her mom humming, or songs she once heard you hum absentmindedly in the kitchen.
Sometimes she kisses your hand. Sometimes she cries and begs you not to leave her.
“I love you,” she whispers again and again. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I won’t let them bury you. You’re mine.”
The backseat of the truck smelled like copper and perfume. The perfume was yours. A bottle she stole from your bathroom before the blood dried. She sprayed it on you each morning like ritual. Like prayer.
The copper was blood. Not yours, mostly.
She had to kill the man who owned the truck.
He tried to take it—you. Said it wasn’t “right.” Said you were a body, not a person anymore. Said she needed help.
He didn’t understand. None of them did.
Ellie adjusted the blanket over your face again, tucking it neatly beneath your chin. The fabric clung wetly to your skin, the heat of the day making it damp. Your body… was changing. But she didn’t look at the changes. She looked at your eyes, still closed, eyelashes dark and perfect.
She turned the engine and drove.
You were going west. She didn’t have a destination. Not a real one. Just the vague echo of hope in the back of her skull that somewhere, someone out there could bring you back. Fix it.
There had to be a way. Science. Magic. Something. People resurrect dogs all the time in books, right?
So why not you? You were better than a dog. You were her.
Day 4
The desert was hot.
Your skin started to blister.
Ellie cried while wiping you down with a cool rag, her hands trembling. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve covered you better. You don’t like the sun, remember? You always said it makes you dizzy. I should’ve known.”
She stuffed ice in a towel and placed it under your neck. It melted within an hour.
Day 7
She changed your clothes.
It took two hours. Your limbs were stiff now, resistant, like you were mad at her. She apologized over and over again, kissing your hands, your face, your knees.
“You’re so cold,” she whispered, wrapping you in a hoodie that once belonged to her. “But I’ll warm you up. We just need to keep moving.”
Day 9
She saw the lights in the sky. Or maybe imagined them.
A roadside church with the word “HEALING” painted in blood-red letters drew her attention. She pulled over. Inside, there were no people. Just old books, dry flowers, and a candlelit altar.
She laid you there, right in the center, brushing your hair from your forehead. Then she got on her knees.
Prayed.
For the first time in her life.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please. I love her. I didn’t get to say it. Please just… give her back. I’ll do anything.”
The candles flickered. Her heart stopped. You didn’t move.
Day 12
You smelled worse now.
She lined the truck bed with herbs. Lavender. Mint. Anything she could find.
She kept the windows cracked so you could breathe. She never admitted—never—that you couldn’t. That maybe your lungs had stopped working long ago. Because you still looked peaceful. Still looked like you were sleeping. Still looked like you might say her name if she leaned close enough.
Sometimes she imagined you turning to her. Smiling. She started answering for you. Making conversations in the dark.
“Do you think we’ll find someone?”
Yeah, El. I think so.
“Should I stop driving tonight?”
I like the sound of the road. Keep going.
“Okay. I’ll keep going.”
Day 15
The truck ran out of gas in Arizona.
Ellie dragged your body through the sand, arms bruised and bleeding, sunburnt to hell. She tied you to a door she ripped off an abandoned house and pulled it like a sled. Her boots left deep tracks behind her. Buzzards circled above. But she didn’t look up. Didn’t cry.
Didn’t slow down.
“I’m taking you to the ocean,” she told you. “You always wanted to see it. We’ll go together. We’ll walk into the waves. Maybe that’s what you need.”
Your lips were cracked. Hollow.
But she smiled at you like you’d just said “thank you.”
Day 20
She made it to the coast. Somehow.
Body bruised, fingers blackened, lips crusted and bleeding, Ellie stood barefoot in the surf, your body laid out beside her on the wet sand. The tide rolled in. Foam kissed your toes.
She knelt beside you, her voice shaking. “This is it. If you’re gonna come back… it’ll be here.”
The moon hung above like an unblinking eye.
She took your hand, held it to her chest, pressed her lips to your temple one last time.
“Please.”
Silence.
“Please, wake up.”
Nothing.
The water rose. The stars flickered. Ellie’s tears slid down your dead face.
And then—
In the wind, she heard it.
Faint. Echoing. Gentle.
“I missed you too, El.”
Her mouth broke into a smile.
And when the waves swallowed you both whole, she didn’t fight it.
When Ellie opened her eyes, there was no pain. No sand. No salt. No hunger. No rotting flesh between her fingers. Just warmth. A low golden hum.
And you.
Sitting on the edge of a bed, hair glowing in the soft light. Wearing that shirt she loved on you, the one you always slept in. Your legs curled beneath you, a book open in your lap. You looked up, smiled.
“Hey.” Her breath hitched.
She looked down. Her hands were clean. No blood, no dirt. Her boots were gone. She was barefoot, the floor beneath her soft and cloud-warm.
“…Where…?” she croaked.
You tilted your head. “You’re home.”
Ellie staggered forward like a child learning to walk again, eyes wide, unblinking. “Is this—am I dreaming?”
You didn’t answer. Just opened your arms. She collapsed into them.
The scent of you—pure, unchanged—drenched her brain like a drug. Your skin was warm. Your breath against her ear as you whispered her name made her sob.
“I missed you,” she choked. “I missed you so fucking much.”
You stroked her hair. “I know. I waited.”
The house had no doors. No clocks. No sky. Just soft white light that never dimmed. It existed outside of time. And so did you.
You cooked together. Slept curled in one another’s arms. Sang songs in the silence. She traced your face every night, whispering prayers of thanks to whatever cruel or merciful god had made this possible.
But some things weren’t quite right.
You never left the house.
Never asked her questions.
Never said “I love you” first.
Sometimes, Ellie caught glimpses—your reflection in the window lagging behind, your voice echoing before you spoke, your heartbeat silent when her ear pressed to your chest.
But she ignored it.
Because she had you.
One Day…
She woke up and you weren’t there. The bed was cold. Empty.
She searched the house—every corner, every drawer. Screaming your name until her voice gave out. In the mirror above the sink, her reflection stared at her. But it wasn’t her.
Its eyes were black. Hollow. Its skin cracked. Decaying.
“You took her,” she whispered to it.
“You lost her,” the mirror answered.
She shattered it with her fists.
Later, she found you again. Sitting in the bedroom, combing your hair.
Like nothing had happened.
Ellie fell to her knees. “Please don’t leave again.”
You turned, eyes soft. “I didn’t leave. You just forgot where I was.”
Her hands shook as she touched your cheek. You were still cold.
Colder than before.
As the days passed—if you could call them days—you began to fade.
Literally.
Your edges blurred. Your voice softened into whispers. Your body, once warm, became translucent in the light. Ellie wrapped herself around you each night like armor, like a chain.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she hissed into your hair. “I won’t let you go again.” You didn’t respond. But you wept in your sleep.
One night, she woke up alone again. This time, you didn’t come back.
Ellie searched every room, howling like an animal. Her skin began to flake. Her nails fell off. She bled from the gums. The house, once warm, was now cold stone. Shadows whispered your name, mockingly, again and again and again. She clawed at the walls until they bled with her.
Then she saw the door. The first and only door. At the end of the hallway, pulsing like a wound. She stepped through.
On the other side: Both your bodies washed up by the ocean.
Her body, lying beside it. Rotting. Clutching your arm. And a figure, dressed in black, speaking gently.
“You can’t stay with her forever,” Death murmured. “This was your mind's lie. Your denial. It’s time to go.”
Ellie laughed. “Fuck off.”
She turned around, walked back into the house. Back into the version of you that smiled when she arrived. That never asked her to change. That didn’t cry when she kissed your cold mouth.
She never left again.
Ellie stayed in the house—forever rotting, forever hallucinating. Holding your fading, flickering ghost and convincing herself you were real. And in her head, in her twisted, love-drunk eternity, you always whispered the same thing before sleep:
“I’ll never leave you again.”
And even if it was a lie—
Ellie believed it.
When they eventually found your bodies, the costal shore reeked of sweet sick rot.
Ellie was thin. Hollow. Nails broken. Eyes vacant. But Ellie’s smile is peaceful.
She’s lying beside you, one hand holding your arm, the other clutched around a knife driven straight into her own heart. A blood trail leading from her chest to the outline of your body, as if she were trying to bleed into you. Return to you. Merge with you.
There’s a note, scrawled on the sand:
“She waited for me. I’ll stay with her now.”
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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?
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"
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Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought
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Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.
☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.
☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.
☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.
☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.
☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.
☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.
☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.
☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.
“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.
“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”
A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.
Pretty and funny, huh?
“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.
“Your right baby, she is”
☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.
“You did what?” Abby said frantically.
“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”
Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.
“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”
“Yeah, it was red ones”
“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”
“what?”
“roses?”
“I think so” she spoke
☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.
☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.
☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.
☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.
☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.
☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.
“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:
“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.
I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.
Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”
☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.
☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.
“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.
You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”
“Call me Abby”
“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”
A grin spread onto the blondes face.
“Friday?”
“Friday”
☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.
☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.
☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.
“What about this?”
“No”
“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”
“But I don’t like it”
☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.
☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.
☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.
Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.
“26?”
“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You really don’t”
☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.
☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.
☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.
Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?
☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.
☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.
☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.
☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.
“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”
Abby looked up from the stove.
“you hear that?”
“Yes”
A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”
“she’s sad?”
“yes and she asked me about you”
“and what did you say?”
“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response
“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”
Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.
She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.
“Where did you hear those words?”
“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.
“He said that to Nora”
Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.
“of course he did”
☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.
“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.
“what?”
“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”
“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.
Abby walked towards you with long strides.
“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”
she watched you sigh as you turned around:
“look Miss Anderson-“
“Abby”
“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.
“It’s ok, this should have not happened”
“Don’t say that”
“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.
“god you’re so-“ before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.
☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.
☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.
“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.
“take me out on a date again”
a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”
☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.
☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.
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
more nsfw prof!ellie <3
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader
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warning: NSFW content! MDNI 18+Keep reading
☆ Ellie is the kind of professor who always appears calm, put-together, and aloof — but underneath, she’s constantly distracted by you.
☆ Her glasses perched low on her nose while she grades your work have become one of your most frequent fantasies.
☆ Ellie has thought about you bent over her desk more times than she cares to admit — right in the same office where she gives lectures and writes papers.
☆ She’ll reread your essays just to touch the paper you touched — especially when you underline your name at the top.
☆ Ellie fantasizes about you showing up to her office in nothing but one of her oversized button-ups, legs bare, eyes wide.
☆ She’s into quiet dominance — never raising her voice, but speaking in that slow, precise tone that makes your thighs press together.
☆ She has a voice kink — the sound of you moaning her name softly into her neck turns her wild.
☆ Ellie has masturbated in her office thinking about you — once after you visited her wearing a short skirt and sat on her desk.
☆ She’s addicted to control: making you beg, holding your wrists down, making you say “please” even when you’re already shaking.
☆ Her dirty talk is academic and filthy: “Look how wet you are for your professor… you think you’re gonna learn anything like this, sweetheart?”
☆ She has dreams of you showing up after-hours, claiming you “need help with something,” only to end up pinned against her bookshelf.
☆ She likes teasing — whispering things in class under her breath only you can hear, smirking when you shift in your seat.
☆ Ellie wants to bend you over her desk and keep your mouth stuffed with your own syllabus. “Hope you’ve been studying, baby.”
☆ She’s a thinker — and that includes sex. She imagines everything in advance. Where your hands will go, how you’ll taste, what you’ll look like crying out for her.
☆ She’s obsessed with lingerie but only if she gets to take it off you with slow fingers and teeth.
☆ Ellie always looks so composed in public — but behind closed doors, she grabs your face with ink-stained fingers and makes you fall apart.
☆ She has a sharp eye for your body language. The second you get needy, she knows — and exploits it.
☆ Ellie wants to ruin you academically and sexually — assign a paper, then fuck you so good you forget what the topic was.
☆ She gets jealous easily, especially when other students flirt with you — her hand slides higher under the table at dinner parties.
☆ She once left a possessive hickey on your neck right before a department event, eyes smug when everyone noticed.
☆ Ellie loves watching you squirm in class after a particularly rough night. “Try to focus, sweetheart,” she’ll whisper as you blush.
☆ She enjoys making you wear discreet toys during her lectures — remote-controlled ones — and pretending not to notice as you struggle.
☆ Her favorite punishment is denial. She’ll edge you for hours, stroking you slow until you’re trembling, then pull away with a smile.
☆ She owns a journal full of fantasies and scenes she wants to try with you — detailed, organized by category, complete with diagrams.
☆ Ellie records her voice reading excerpts from her favorite books — soft, slow — and sends them to you to fall asleep to.
☆ She once wrote an erotic story about you as a writing exercise. It got her so worked up she had to take a break to handle herself.
☆ Ellie is obsessed with your scent — she’ll bury her nose in your hair, your thighs, your clothes. It grounds her.
☆ She keeps a pair of your panties tucked away in her drawer — stolen after a long night, worn thin between her fingers.
☆ She’s possessive in bed — constantly reminding you that you belong to her. “Say it,” she’ll demand, fingers deep inside you.
☆ Ellie has absolutely no issue with taking you over her desk while wearing her glasses and grading with the other hand — multitasking queen.
☆ Ellie likes to drag it out — foreplay can last hours if she has her way. She enjoys watching you slowly unravel.
☆ Her fingers are deadly — long, calloused, practiced. She knows how to curl them just right to make your stomach clench.
☆ She prefers missionary — not out of simplicity, but control. She wants to see every expression, hear every whimper.
☆ Ellie talks you through every orgasm. “You’re doing so good… just like that… let go, I’ve got you.”
☆ She likes to tie your wrists with her old ties from conferences. She makes knots with precision.
☆ Ellie’s favorite position is having you straddle her lap — shirt off, skirt still on — while she sits back and watches you ride her.
☆ She loves licking you open while you beg her to stop teasing. Her tongue is slow, focused, merciless.
☆ Ellie has a thing for spanking — not harsh, but enough to make your thighs twitch and leave her handprint.
☆ She once made you come three times before letting you touch her. “This is about you tonight.”
☆ Ellie marks her territory with her mouth — bites, hickeys, lipstick stains, spit.
☆ She’s into mutual masturbation — sitting thigh-to-thigh, watching you fall apart while she touches herself too.
☆ Ellie loves morning sex — lazy, slow, possessive. She’ll bury her face in your neck and grind until you both lose it.
☆ Her voice drops a whole octave when she gets turned on. It’s dangerous.
☆ She’s meticulous about aftercare — water, wiping you down, pulling you into her chest like you’re made of glass.
☆ Ellie has whispered “mine” into your mouth more times than she can count — like it’s a prayer.
☆ Ellie’s biggest kink is power — having it, sharing it, taking it away.
☆ She loves watching herself fuck you in the mirror. It turns her on seeing how desperate she makes you.
☆ She’s into soft degradation — “You’re such a needy little thing for your professor, aren’t you?”
☆ Ellie’s obsession with knowledge extends into sex — she reads books, watches videos, takes notes. She’s always improving.
☆ She gets off on your innocence — the way you look up at her, eager to please, so damn trusting.
☆ She’s got a praise kink too: “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. So fucking good for me.”
☆ She’s into teasing you in public — her hand on your thigh under a table, her lips brushing your ear when she talks.
☆ Ellie once left you tied to her bed while she lectured — came home to you a mess of tears and arousal.
☆ She likes whispering instructions in your ear while you touch yourself. “Slower. Now faster. Don’t stop ‘til I say.”
☆ Ellie likes choking — gently, safely — just enough to make your world go hazy and your body trust her completely.
☆ She’s obsessed with the way your body responds to her voice alone — it makes her cocky, smug, hungry.
☆ She has a small collection of toys she uses only on you — each chosen with thought, cleaned with care.
☆ Ellie has a marking kink — she wants you walking out of her room with bruised hips and lips.
☆ She’s into roleplay — professor/student, of course. She plays it too well.
☆ Ellie once made you write a 500-word apology for teasing her in public — then read it aloud while she touched you.
☆ After she fucks you, she holds you like you’re the most important discovery of her life.
☆ Ellie keeps your moans recorded on her phone — labeled by date like research files.
☆ When you wear her clothes after sex, she stares like you just walked off a dream.
☆ She’s the type to kiss your hands reverently after restraining them — both apology and affection.
☆ Ellie gets quiet after — soft kisses, fingers brushing your hair, little murmurs like “I love having you like this.”
☆ She calls you “my girl” so casually, like it’s written into her DNA.
☆ Ellie once told you, “No matter what happens, no one will ever fuck you the way I do.” She meant it.
☆ She gets possessive when others see your marks — but secretly loves when they know you're hers.
☆ Ellie fantasizes about living with you — sex in her kitchen, grading while you ride her on the couch, lazy mornings with your thighs around her head.
☆ The smartest woman in the room, and all she ever wants is to see you underneath her, moaning her name like she’s your only thought.
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
This story is not based off a song! It’s my own little idea :)
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Jackson!ellie x fem reader
Remember requests are always open! Feel free to leave one!
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mentions of death, suicide, overall depressing themes
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: What’s the point of living, if you aren’t by her side?
Ellie lay on her back with her eyes closed. The sun shining on her pale and freckled skin. She hummed at the feeling of the grass scraping against her arms. The soft sound of water gushing could be heard from below her, as the two of you lay on a hill, she couldn’t be happier. She was away from Jackson. Away from everything and everyone. And the love of her life lay next to her. Ellie smiled softly just thinking of you. This is what she has always wanted. To be with you, in a beautiful place far away from everything. She loved you more than anything. All Ellie wanted to do is keep you safe, and moving as far away from people and most living things was the best option in her eyes. The safest option. If the two of you were this far away from any infected and people you both would be safe.
Ellie’s thoughts of keeping you safe were interrupted by a soft whisper of her name. She turned her head to look at you, and you were already looking at her. Ellie gave you a soft smile, taking in your features. You’ve been together for years but fuck, you were beautiful. She wasn’t lying when she said you were the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Every time she looked at you, was like she’s seeing you for the first time all over again. She always wondered how she got lucky by getting someone like you. You were way out of her league.
You and Ellie lay there just looking at each other for a while, before you spoke up
“You know, you have to let go of me”
“I can’t”
“Ellie” you said, your tone sounding desperate and frustrated. You sat up and Ellie followed you by sitting up as well, you rubbed your hands across your face and you let out a sigh. Ellie gently put her hand on your shoulder.
“Please” you whispered, voice barley above whisper. “I can’t rest in peace” you continued your sentence
“You aren’t dead” Ellie said quickly
“I am”
“No you’re not” Ellie said loudly, tears running down her face as she got up and looked down at you
You looked up at her and gave her an apologetic smile “Ellie wake up”
“Baby please”
“Ellie wake up’
Ellie sat up in her bed covered in cold sweat and tears. It was dream. A fucking dream. Ellie laid back down with a huff, and turned to your side of the bed. She let out loud broken sobs as she reached out to grab your pillow and she held it to her chest sobbing.
3 months ago you and Ellie had got married. It was a beautiful ceremony, and you both were surrounded by your friends and family. It was everything Ellie dreamed of. Your wedding reminded her of all those wedding magazines she always saw when she was out on runs. She never imagined, that she would ever get married. Until she met you. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with you.
3 days after the wedding tragedy struck. Ellie hated it when you went on patrol, but they were short on people due to both Ellie and Jesse being sick. Ellie had a gut feeling that morning when she woke up. Something was wrong. But she pushed the feeling aside, not wanting to upset herself. Later that day Ellie went to the gates of Jackson to wait for you. She got into her best outfit and used some 22-year-old perfume. The high of being married has not run out yet and she planned to take you out that night. She still couldn’t believe it; you’ve been married for 3 whole days.
As Ellie made her way to the gate, paramedics were running to the gate, and her heart dropped at the sight. She saw people running to you. Your lifeless body laid there. Bruised. Bleeding. It was very obvious you were not breathing. And there was blood everywhere.
Tears fell from her eyes as she reached out to grab you, but Tommy held Ellie back as the paramedics were trying to resuscitate you.
Ellie screamed, she fought Tommy. She did everything to make him let go of her but she couldn’t, his grip was too strong.
Ellie watched as they tried. “Please baby” she begged over and over again. Broken sobs and sentences left her lips. Please just get up. It felt like an eternity, but at some point they stood up. The paramedics gave Ellie an apologetic smile and apologized saying there was nothing they could do to save you. As soon as they said that Ellie’s world came crashing down.
As the months went by, Ellie lost herself. She doesn’t eat she doesn’t sleep. She can’t do anything but cry. She had no purpose. No one to look after. She felt worthless. Lonely. She felt lost without you. She was not going to move on. You were the only one for her. Ellie slowly walked to the bathroom, pained by all the memories this house has of you. Ellie didn’t want to live without you. There was no point.
Ellie spent that day with her family. And she was happy. Content. She made a choice. And she was happy with her decision. As she bid her goodbyes, the Millers watched her walk home.
“Don’t you think she was a little too happy?” Joel asked concerned about Ellie’s behavior.
“No, I don’t think so” Maria commented
“Just be happy for her she’s healing” she added
Joel just nodded Maria’s words. There was definitely something wrong with Ellie.
Ellie laid on her side of the bed holding your pillow. She smiled at a picture of you, that was on the wall. Ellie’s eyes drifted from the photo, to an empty pill bottle.
“I’ll join you soon baby” she whispered.
“Not even death can separate us”
And those were the last words Ellie Williams ever said.
Her body was found two days later. As sad as it was, Joel knew how much she loved you. He knew she wouldn’t be able to live without you. All Joel hopes, is that if there is a god out there, that he put you two together. That you and Ellie spent eternity together. Because that’s all Ellie wanted. Ellie wanted to be with you forever. No matter who or what it takes, no matter who she had to hurt, she was going to be with you forever.
Authors note: Thank you so much for reading! Remember you are loved and to always spread kindness. If you have any requests or ideas feel free to let me know!
Yours truly,
Zia:)
ohh i love your works smmm <3 can i request more loser ellie hc? fluff & nsfw <333
Headcannons: loser!ellie x reader
Part 1 Part 2
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☆ Loser Ellie who took you stargazing on the second date.
There was no cloud in the sky as the two of you lay on the soft pink blanket Ellie brought. You were amazed by the stars, and Ellie was amazed by your beauty. She could stare at you for hours.
Ellie was lost in a trance before she heard your voice “what are you looking at?”
Ellie’s throat went dry. Her cheeks tinted pink, she’s been fucking caught.
“the air” she lied all you did was shake your head.
☆ Loser Ellie who refused to touch you because she was so shy. Even holding your hand scared her.
☆ Loser Ellie who had multiple accounts to stalk you because she was afraid that you might think she was weird for watching you every move.
☆ Loser Ellie who was too scared to make a move, and in the process she was pushing you away.
☆ Loser Ellie who didn’t touch you, who didn’t make eye contact with you and you truly felt unwanted.
☆ Loser Ellie who went to your house one night when she saw a picture of you kissing someone else.
She knocked on your front door. She was confused. Angry. Sad. Jealous.
The door opened and there you stood in all your glory.
“What the fuck do you want Ellie?” you asked with a huff.
Ellie’s gaze fell to the floor before she spoke in a whisper “who was she?”
“what?” you questioned
“who was she? The girl you kissed”
“that has nothing to do with you”
Ellie made eye contact with you for the first time in a long time
“it fucking does. We- i- I thought we had something”
“We have fucking nothing Ellie” you replied harshly
“you make me feel unwanted, and so I moved one”
You watched Ellie turn around to walk away and before you closed the door, she ran back to you, grabbing your face for a kiss.
She pulled away looking at you with wide eyes “I’m sorry” was all she said before she ran away.
☆ Loser Ellie who ignored your calls and texts.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys you things that she thinks you would like and she just kept it in her room hoping she’d get the guts to face you again.
☆ Loser Ellie who wrote you letter but she never sent them to you.
☆ Loser Ellie who tries not to cry when she sees pictures of you and other people.
☆ Loser Ellie who has a photo album dedicated to pictures that she thinks you would like. It was a collection of flowers, stuffed animals, memes just things that reminded her of you.
☆ Loser Ellie who loses her shit when she can’t find the letter she wrote you.
“Dina where’s the letters?” she yelled as she threw her clothes from her closet onto the floor.
“I gave it to her”
“what?”
“Ellie-“Dina sighed “you’re losing your fucking mind because of her, I had to do something”
☆ Loser Ellie who wasn’t even mad because you arrived at her apartment.
Before you could even open your mouth Ellie confessed:
“I’m in love with you”
you chuckled at her confession “I know els I read the letters”
And just like that you kissed her. It was a real kiss. Ellie didn’t want you to pull away but you had to tell her something
“in one of the letters you said that I’m the light in your life, that was very poetic” Ellie blushed before she replied
“yeah you are, but can I kiss you again?”
☆ Loser Ellie who asked you to be her girlfriend the next day with a poster because she couldn’t ask you the question.
☆ Loser Ellie who started punching the air when you said yes forgetting you were there. She was very embarrassed afterwards.
☆ Loser Ellie whose palms were so sweaty the first time you held her hand that you kept wiping your hands off.
☆ Loser Ellie who gains more confidence while being with you.
☆ Loser Ellie who has polaroids of you all over her room.
☆ Loser Ellie who has one of your sweaters that she sleeps with every night because she missed you and she was too scared to ask if you wanted to come over.
☆ Loser Ellie who waits at her phone for you to respond.
☆ Loser Ellie who doesn’t always text first because she doesn’t to annoy you.
☆ Loser Ellie who paints her nails your favorite color.
☆ Loser Ellie who secretly gets your initial tattooed behind her ear.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys you both matching outfits, bracelets, shoes, literally she wants to match everything with you.
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☆ Loser Ellie who almost combusts when you wore lingerie for the first time.
“holy shit” she breathed when you walked out the bathroom.
“you like it?” you asked with a shy smile.
“I fucking love it, now come fuck me”
☆ Loser Ellie who’s a switch.
☆ Loser Ellie who likes when you ride her because she gets to suck your tits.
☆ Loser Ellie who loves it when she can leave hickeys on you (especially between your thighs)
☆ Loser Ellie who gets most of her pleasure from giving you pleasure.
☆ Loser Ellie who sucks your fingers after you made her cum multiple times.
☆ Loser Ellie who can stay hours in between your legs.
☆ Loser Ellie who’s scared to try new things.
“I want to try something new” she spoke one afternoon
“what?”
Suddenly Ellie went quiet. Should she really ask you?
“i- um- if you d-don’t want to its ok”
“Ellie talk”
“sit on my face please?”
☆ Loser Ellie who like it when you sit on her face. She could die this way honestly, being suffocated by you.
☆ Loser Ellie who keeps your underwear, and she has a whole collection.
☆ Loser Ellie who buys lingerie for you because she’d always imagine how’d you look wearing them.
☆ Loser Ellie who keeps the nudes you send her. She has a special folder.
☆ Loser Ellie who has polaroid’s of you in underwear that she uses to get off.
☆ Loser Ellie who gets turned on when you breathe, so she’s constantly ready to pounce on you when you give her the chance.
☆ Loser Ellie who can never get tired of you.
☆ Loser Ellie who wished she’d met you earlier
requesting a smut fic with reader x loser!ellie based on in my feelings by Lana del Rey!! And the song being from readers pov
In my feelings - (loser!ellie williams x reader)
hi anon! firstly this is my first time writing smut, so I'm sorry if it sucks lmao:) and also Lana Del Rey fucking slaps, 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:)
(I had to rewrite this twice because every time I wrote it according to the lyrics I always ended up with a angst fic, so this is just a smut piece. There are references to the song in the story.)
Pairing- loser!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+, smut, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), porn no plot, inexperienced Ellie, cigarettes, sex, domish reader, this sucks, lmk if I missed anything!
Summary: In which you showed a loser, a great time
You brought the cigarette to your lips as you inhaled the smoke, your head rolled back as you blew it out from your lips.
You looked up and saw Ellie staring at you like a lost puppy.
"Have you ever done this before?" you asked her as you took another puff from your cigarette.
You watched as she shyly looked to the ground.
"Open your mouth and answer me Ellie" you demanded enjoying how easily you could make her nervous.
"n-no ma'am" she stuttered.
You chucked as you put out your cigarette on the ash tray beside you. Ellie watched your fingers as you lowered the cigarette, how delicate they looked, she wondered what they would feel like.
Ellie was snapped from her thoughts when she heard your voice.
"Come here"
You watched as she blinked a couple of times.
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
"no sorry" she mumbled and she made made her away towards you.
"Crawl"
"what?" Ellie looked at you with wide eyes.
She looked so fucking innocent. So pure. It turned you on so much knowing that you had the ability to destroy her.
"Get on the floor and crawl to me"
You sat back on the couch, you slightly opened your legs revealing the pink lace underwear you wore underneath your skirt.
"I can see your underwear" Ellie pointed out. She was trying to be respectful, but she couldn't take her eyes away from your clothed cunt.
"do you like it?" you asked.
A pink shade appeared on her cheeks as she looked down to her shoes. She let out a hum of agreement.
Yeah she did like it.
She wanted to see more.
"Come on Ellie get on your knees"
You watched as she fell to her knees, crawling to you like a dog. A smile appeared on your face as you watched the mighty Ellie Williams crawl towards you.
No one else but you.
Ellie sat directly in front of you staring at your pretty face waiting for her next instruction.
You opened up your legs, your lace panties practically see through at this point from how wet you were. You heard Ellie whimper as the sight.
"So pretty" she mumbled.
"wait till you see what's underneath" You spoke with a grin.
"Touch me Ellie"
Her hands immediately went to your underwear. She gently started rubbing you through your underwear.
Ellie watched as the damp spot on your underwear grow, and she felt her own arousal, her panties were so fucking wet and her thighs were slick with her own arousal.
You let out a soft moan as you felt her rub soft, slow and gentle circles. She leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on the clothed area.
Your body shuddered at the feeling.
Ellie started slowly making out with your clothed cunt, she just wanted a taste, but the stupid piece of fabric was in her way, it wasn't only making Ellie mad it was frustrating you too.
It was good but it wasn't enough to make you cum.
"Get up"
"what?" Ellie asked confused.
"Just get up"
She stood up in an instant watching you grab your phone.
You played in my feelings by Lana Del Rey as you lit another cigarette. You took another puff before slowly swaying your hips to the music.
"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"
you sang as you continued to breathe in the smoke. You slowly started stripping, removing your shit, you briefly made eye contact with Ellie before her eyes fell to your chest.
You were wearing a matching pink lace bra, and Ellie felt herself dripping.
You slowly put the cigarette between your lips as you unclasped your bra. The piece of fabric fell to the floor as you heard Ellie out a quite "woah" at the sight of your chest.
Your hands came up to your chest as you took your breast into your palm, you slowly moved your hand up pinching your nipples, your head flew back the sensation.
You let out a moan, as you felt the buds harden under your touch.
Your hips continued to sway as you looked at Ellie and you pulled your skirt and panties off. You bent down, putting out the cigarette as you picked up your panties and you threw it towards her.
Ellie desperately caught it, bringing it to her nose. She breathed in the scent of your juices and she let out a loud moan. You watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she stuffed your panties into her pocket.
"Please- please let me touch you"
You almost moaned at the sound of her begging.
You slowly made your way to the couch as you bent over, raising your ass and cunt into the air.
Easy access
As you were bent over you quickly made the music louder to drown out the sound of what was about to happen.
You looked over your shoulders seeing Ellie stare at you in awe.
What a fucking loser.
You slightly shook your ass.
"Come on Ellie isn't this what you wanted?"
Ellie fell to her knees immediately crawling to you. She faced your cunt she watched your swollen pussy clench around nothing.
You slightly jumped forward with a shocked moan when you felt Ellie lick a long stripe your pussy. Ellie had her eyes closed as she let out a moan.
"So wet" she muttered. After a few seconds of silence and no movement you suddenly felt Ellie's fingers open you up and before you could say anything she inserted her tongue into you.
You let out a moan, and quickly you felt a coil tighten in your stomach.
"fuckkkk... just like that pretty girl" you breathed out in a long moan.
You heard Ellie moan from behind you, and it send vibrations to your cunt. Your mouth fell open at the sensation.
Ellie put two fingers into your cunt as she continued sucking your clit and attacking your sensitive pussy with her tongue.
"Fuck- you're such a fucking loser" Ellie heard you talk above her. "You- you can't even talk to me I public now- now you're e-eating me out like I'm your last meal"
Ellie let out a moan at your words and she felt herself clench, she was going to cum and you didn't even touch her, how pathetic.
Ellie hit that special spot and you let out a high pitched moan.
"Right there baby, please don't stop"
Ellie fingers sped up, her sucking became harsher, and your moans grew louder.
You were close.
You clenched around Ellie's fingers, and she let out a loud moan. The vibrations triggered your orgasm.
You saw white and your whole body felt numb. You didn't feel real, it felt like you were floating- no flying actually. You felt so fucking good.
With heavy breathes, you opened your eyes and you breathed out a quick good girl to Ellie.
You turned around to face her as she lay on the floor, her eyes were closed but she had a huge smile on her face.
"Did you just come?" You asked Ellie as you heavily breathed.
You watched as she opened her eyes and she started at you for a few seconds.
"No"
"are you lying to me Ellie?"
"yeah... that was the hardest I ever came" she admitted.
"Aw poor baby, I didn't didn't touch her and she soaked her panties" you teased.
All Ellie did was look away shyly.
She anxiously played with her fingers. She wanted to ask you something. But she was so fucking terrified.
Maybe she was a fucking loser.
"Can we go again? Ellie asked, looking at you with a fucked out expression. Her lips were slightly swollen and glossy with her saliva and your cum.
Still heavily breathing you gave Ellie a smile.
"let me get a taste of you too pretty girl"
Authors note: well this sucked, I've never written smut and I'm so scared to publish it lmao, also two posts in one day???? wow I'm on another lever. Remember you are loved and to always be kind.
Yours truly,
Zia:)
Idk if you're taking requests but if so can you write a kinda angsty fanfic where the reader is insecure asf about her looks and is jealous of bestfriend!Ellie because Ellie is so pretty. And as she's gotten older the reader has learned to be less jealous (or just suppressed the feeling) but like one day her jealousy is revealed when her and Ellie are drinking together and like ellie is shocked because she's always found the reader cute. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME 😋
Drunk Words, Sober Eyes - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon!! this idea sounds so cool!! i went back and forth between giving it a happy ending or a sad one. I wanted to kill off a character honestly. But on this rare occasion, let me write something happy lmao. lmk if you want another version:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are open! send me your silly thoughts
Warning: a little angst
Summary: in which you confessed
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You’d never really hated Ellie.
But sometimes, being next to her felt like standing beside a lit match—close enough to burn, too far to be warm.
She was everything you weren’t. Confident. Effortless. The kind of pretty that people noticed without her trying. When you walked into a room together, you disappeared behind her glow like a shadow behind sunlight.
She didn’t mean to make you feel small.
But she did.
“God, you’re so dramatic,” Ellie laughed, flopping back on the couch with her third drink in hand. “I did not flirt with that guy.”
You rolled your eyes and took a long sip. Your face burned. “He literally tripped over his words when he saw you. I don’t blame him.”
Ellie raised a brow, cheeks flushed. “You’re being weird tonight.”
You forced a smile, eyes on the floor. “Just tired.”
That was a lie. You weren’t tired—you were cracking.
Cracking under years of silent comparison.
Of wondering if she ever looked at you the way you looked at her.
Of trying to be fine with being the best friend.
Three drinks turned into five.
And five drinks turned into the kind of honesty that stung more than alcohol ever could.
You were lying on Ellie’s floor, legs tangled in a blanket, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. She was beside you, laughing at something stupid, lips glossy with whiskey and chapstick.
You watched her laugh and felt it again—that ache.
And this time, it didn’t stay quiet.
“You ever get tired of being... the pretty one?” you slurred, staring at the ceiling.
Ellie blinked. “What?”
You swallowed hard. The words came like a flood.
“I mean, I don’t blame anyone. You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie. Always have been. It’s just—"
You choked out a laugh, bitter and small. "It’s hard sometimes. Being the... invisible one next to you.”
The room fell dead silent.
You didn’t dare look at her.
Ellie sat up slowly.
“You think you’re invisible?” she said quietly.
You shrugged. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask to be… perfect.”
“Jesus, I’m not perfect—”
“But you don’t get it,” you snapped. “You’ve always been the one people see. Even when you’re quiet, they feel you. I’ve spent years trying to be okay with being the second choice. The backup. The ugly friend.”
You buried your face in your hands. “God, I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
Ellie didn’t respond for a long moment.
And then—gently, almost shakily—she said, “You really think I don’t see you?”
You looked up, eyes rimmed with salt.
Ellie was staring at you like she’d never really looked before.
“I’ve had a crush on you since we were seventeen,” she said flatly.
Your heart stopped.
“What?” you breathed.
“I thought I was being subtle. I figured you weren’t into girls, or you just didn’t see me like that, so I never said anything.”
You stared at her, stunned. “Ellie…”
Her voice dropped, softer. “You’ve got this way of... pretending you’re fine even when you're screaming inside. You think no one notices, but I do. I see every flinch. Every forced smile. And I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”
Your eyes welled up again—but this time, not from jealousy.
From shock. From relief. From finally being seen.
The next morning, your head throbbed, but your heart felt light.
Ellie made you coffee. She was quiet, her usual sarcastic wall softened.
“Do you remember what you said?” she asked, gently, sliding you a mug.
“Every word,” you admitted, clutching the cup. “I’ve never felt so stupid.”
She tilted her head. “Why?”
“Because it’s embarrassing to want something you thought you could never have.”
Ellie walked around the table and crouched beside you, hand on your knee.
“You already have it,” she said softly. “You just didn’t know.”
You blinked at her. And then—finally—you let yourself believe it.
It wasn’t all easy after that. You still had bad days. Still saw someone in the mirror who didn’t feel enough.
But Ellie never let you spiral alone.
She kissed your forehead when you hated your body. Held your hand when you felt like disappearing. Told you she loved your laugh, your eyes, your stupid sarcasm.
And every time she did, you started to believe her.
Little by little. Step by step.
Until the mirror didn’t feel so cruel anymore.
Until “pretty” didn’t have to mean her instead of you.
Until you stopped being jealous of Ellie…
And started being in love with her instead.
<3
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