#— elli writes ♡

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝚰𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐄

*in sleep deprived menstruation voice* hope you guys enjoy!! 💞💞

#˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ — reine writes ! #ellie williams #dealer!ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader #dealer!ellie #the last of us #tlou smau #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #dealer!ellie williams

[beforeimdeceased]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

#— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — #bunnie can speak? ☆ #ellie williams #・❥・ bun’s sweet ellie #ellie williams x reader #bun’s asks ꕤ #bun’s anons ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #ellie williams headcanons #abby anderson #ellie williams imagine #bun’s precious abby ✧.* #ellie williams fanfiction #abby anderson x female reader #ellie williams tlou #abby anderson fanfic #ellabs tlou #'*•.¸♡ bun bun’s ellabs ♡¸.•*' #ellabs x you #ellabs x reader #ellabs #abby anderson fic #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #wlw fanfic #sapphic writing #wlw pining #ellie wiliams smut #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x f!reader #abby anderson x f!reader

[satellitespinner]

mommy issues.. (e.w)

synopsis: after moving into a comfy house with your four year old son you’re in desperate needs for a babysitter.. what better option than the broke university student next door..

content warnings: each chapter will contain its own warnings..

wc: tbd.

taglist: @flowersforvi @3lli3l0v3r (comment to be on the taglist <3)

ellie could make a short list on what she already knew about you.

1.) you moved into the small house next to hers exactly 2 weeks and 3 days ago.

2.) you were probably the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.

3.) your thighs looked magical in those shorts..

3.) you liked to garden

4.) you had a son. fuck

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SERIES MASTERLIST!

┊͙chapter one. | wc: 2k.

ellie williams has new neighbours! and all of a sudden she’s a committed baby sitter? what?

┊͙chapter two. | wc: 4.4k

ellie’s bond with your son is strong after a few nights there, but she doesn’t answer the door this time. you find her in a very vulnerable state..

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆ mommy issues¡fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟizzie writes!? #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie x reader fluff #ellie x reader angst #ellie williams angst #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x masc reader #ellie x mom reader

[milllersfae]

perverted loser bff!ellie headcanons

content warning: perversion, teasing, intoxication mention

a/n: your girl is BACK(?)! again i wont be posting as often, but be assured you'll see me atleast once a month. enjoyyy!

sfw

ɞ when you walk through big crowds, she puts a hand to your back to guide you through the traffic. "i gotcha" she whispers, hand drifting to your waist.

ɞ likes ordering the same thing you get at restaurants, just to feel for the things you like.

ɞ always opens your door for you when you get in her car, wanting to make sure you get in easy.

"i'm not six you know!" you joke, nudging her arm as you close the door.

"i don't want you fucking up my door is all." she was lying bad. she thrived on treating you like hers.

ɞ when the two of you hang out, she always asks you how her outfit looks. "well—what do you think?" she stammers, awkwardly twitching her fingers as you stared at her. you smile, wrapping a shoulder around her. "you look great, el."

ellie nudges you off playfully, resisting the hugest urge to kiss you.

ɞ everyone already thinks the two of you are dating. it’s hard to change anyone’s mind, not with the way with she reaches for your hand in public with awkward reassurance.

nsfw

ɞ loves asking to come over just to be in your presence, being in your bed. she’s daydreamed about parting your legs and eating you passionately as you clung to your own sheets.

ɞ loves when you ask her what clothes to wear. her cunt grows hot as she watches you try on skirts and shorts, the frilled pink thong you wore hypnotizing her waking thought. “i think those shorts look nice…” she utters out, awkward grin hiding her arousal. she loves your reaction to her approval, smoothing the shorts over your hips as she stares at the curve of your ass as you bend down to pick up the remaining bottoms from the floor.

ɞ offers to drive you everywhere; making you her private passenger princess. she’ll reach over to get your seat-belt, face flushing red as she catches a glimpse of your chest to fasten you in. she can’t seem to help to linger her free hand onto your thigh on long drives, thumb rubbing the inner, laying a thick, flushing stroke of heat into your core.

ɞ she gets off work one night, coming over to ease the ache of her long day. you let ellie stay the night, the two of you squishing into your cramped queen bed. you know how she gets into the habit of laying a kiss on your shoulder, gripping you close with the overlap of her forearms. ellie eases a hand under your tank top, pinching the bud of your nipples, making you her own little stress reliever.

ɞ she likes to take you to slummy parties, nervously showing you off to anyone in her sight. the taste of flavored vodka eases down your throat, intoxication lingering on your tongue as ellie slowly inches her way toward you on the velvet-couch. her eyes dart against the sheer of your sundress, putting a securing arm behind your back. you can smell the hot of her alcohol-ridden breath as she rests her drunken face against your cheek.

“you’re so clingy when you’re drunk.” you laugh, face warming at the soft press of rouging skin. her face closes in on yours, lips millimeters apart.

“yea, ‘cause can’t stop myself around you.” she whispers, the press of her upper lip wrapped around yours, a slippery kiss bringing the both of you closer. her hand can’t help but inch under your skirt, a fidgety hand kneeling circles into your clit as your cling your thighs together to hold her in.

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[seattlesellie]

Why tf did you make ellie wear swimming trunks in that one drabble?? js because she’s a little masculine doesn’t mean she’s not a fucking girl - stop treating mascs like boys MASC WOMEN ARE WOMEN.

this anger over swimming trunks… u need to leave your house once in a while babe 😭 some masculine women love wearing mens clothes 💗 in fact, i know many irl that do. i didnt invent this… just like some of them enjoy wearing boxers and suits instead of lace panties and dresses. lesbian butches are a thing, butch culture is a thing, and just because someone wears mens clothes doesn’t make them any less of a woman <3 stop trying to feminize everyone. ur fear of masculine women is concerning, especially if you’re a wlw. if u wanna read about ellie in a thong, this blog isnt for u 😊

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #n when i write enby ellie i wonder if ill start getting death threats again 😭 #plussss trunks and bikini top is so hot 😵‍💫

[dinasmoon]

𓂃⋆ MEANS SOMETHING | E.W

⇢𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: childhood bsf! Ellie x reader

ᰔ↝ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚: Ellie and you have been bestfriends for years, she has had a crush on you forever but you are so oblivious to it

𝄞↝ 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐 : mean something by lizzy McApline, that's the way I loved you by Taylor swift

♡. ↝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 (𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) i think thats it?

↝𝒂/𝒏: been working on this one for a while but finally finished it!! super shitty summery bc I have no idea how i do a good one anyways enjoy angels!!

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

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You made Ellie feel like a fool when you touched her so casually as if she was wanting for something you were unaware was there. You would bring up girls in your conversation, which made her go crazy. She didn't show it, of course not, Why would she? You guys were just friends. Ellie knew you treated her differently than other friends, and every time Ellie would think you might like her back, you'd use that godforsaken word. Friend. Yeah, sure just friends.

She was completely consumed by you, how could you not know? it something Ellie thought about constantly at night. She would do anything for you. Tell her to jump off a plane. And she's already on it. She has always been by your side since you were kids. There was no way she would ever stop being with you. That thought just seems impossible to her. You were there for her from her first bike lesson, which ended with her driving into a lake, a funny story, really. To her crying about some girl she liked. You have always supported Ellie and her stupid decisions. You weren't sure about your sexuality it's not something you guys ever talked about. Ellie knew that as kids you liked guys but after that, she hadn't really heard you speak about a single guy. You would just talk about girls you found pretty which made Ellie feel like she had some chance with you.

And she always loved the way you were with her.

You were sweet and caring, she never really thought she deserved it nor did she believe that such a sweet person could ever like someone like her. Every time you would show up at her house when you hadn't heard from her in a while. Your sweet embrace was the first thing she felt when she opened the door. Your arms over her and hugging her, she loved it. She wasn't really a hugging person but coming from you? it was always comforting.

Ellie always hoped for more, she didn't know when she started to hope for more. But at some point, she really was sure you liked her back. She would catch little things that remind her of you and think it's a sign from the universe that you are meant to be. She would even see your zodiac sign and find everything about it, just to find out if the astronomical bullshit would say you two were meant to be. Even though she doesn't really believe in it so when it doesn't match up with hers she would just curse and call it bullshit.

And that one night when the two of you stole Joel's alcohol and sneaked out to look at the stars. You had gotten so tipsy that you had kissed her. She was flustered and was frozen still from the kiss she couldn't believe had happened. You completely changed the topic but for Ellie? She was always there. Reliving in that moment. In that painful yet dreamiest reality she had experienced with you. She would often think about it, mostly on her sleepless nights. Sometimes she would even think it was a dream and even imagine that that moment was much longer than it actually was.

She didn't want to think that it never meant anything. Because she was waiting, for the perfect moment to confess. It was stupid really, to have a dream like that. It was unrealistic, and it showed in so many ways. As you guys grew older your relationship became a constant series of fights and arguments. Ellie didn't know how or why the fights started, but the last time you guys argued was it. You both stopped all contact. The silence made Ellie go insane, how do you go from talking every day to not at all?

Ellie still held onto the hope that one day things would go back to the way they were. That you would look at her the way you used to, and that the fights and arguments would disappear within the two of you. She knew it was wishful thinking, but she couldn't help it. She was still consumed by you, even after all these years. But maybe it was time for her to start letting go. To start moving on and finding happiness in other things.

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As time went the less relevant it felt to actually talk again. The time feeling like it moved slower than the years, you guys have been friends.

Yet here you are, debating everything about yourself. “You look beautiful tonight,” They said as they opened the car door. You were standing with your date about to get into their car. That wasn't Ellies car. The person Infront of you was perfect, sweet, and kind. But this felt weird, you knew why. But you tried to ignore it.

And you missed Ellie, your heart would always be with her, no matter what. But you still was on this date, bout to get into the car of this stranger and before you were aware of it you looked at them apologizing before turning your heels and walking away. Leaving them to wonder. You had made it. All the way to her house. Ellie's heart sank in both dread but hope as she saw you, looking as wonderful as ever, standing there at her door.

She was confused of course. You hadn't talked in a few months, making it impossible for her to understand why you would be here. With no explanation, you simply showed up at her doorstep. You tried to explain to her why you were there, but everything came out as a jumbled mess. All you knew was that you missed Ellie. You missed her smile, her laugh, the way she always knew how to make you feel better. And as you looked into her eyes, you realized that you had been blind to what was right in front of you all along. You loved Ellie, and you were willing to do anything to make things right between the two of you. And she looked so dreamy, in her oversized gray hoodie that you had borrowed and worn many times before.

It might even be the last piece of clothing of hers that you had worn before the silence in it all. You wondered if she was wearing it for that exact reason.

Her heart was pounding with excitement, but also with anxiety. She had spent countless hours daydreaming about you realizing your feelings for her, but over time, she had come to accept that it was never going to happen. That made this moment all the more surreal. And yet, here you were, standing in front of her, telling her that you missed her and that you loved her. It was overwhelming, and Ellie didn't know how to respond. All she knew was that she still loved you too, despite everything that had happened between you.

As you both embraced, it felt like all the hurt and pain from the past few months had disappeared. It was just you and Ellie, together again. And as you kissed her, you knew that you never wanted to let go. You would do anything to make her happy, to make things right between you. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for, the moment that you realized that you had always loved her, and that you always would.

As your lips finally parted, you couldn't help but smile at each other. You knew that this was the start of something new, something that could last forever. Ellie's eyes sparkled with happiness as she looked at you, and you knew that you had made the right decision. You were going to make things work between you, no matter what it took.

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As you both walked hand in hand, down the familiar streets, it felt like no time had passed at all. You talked and laughed, like you used to do, like nothing had changed. It was as though everything in the world was right again, just because you were back together.

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🎞️tags: @fleurclet , @princesspookieforevs , @likedovesinthewindd, @caraphernellie

#princess writes‧₊˚🧸✩ ₊˚🪡⊹♡ #lesbian #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x you #lgbtq

[eroseas]

you stupid bitch.

summary: ellie's tired of you bitching about your dates who all look like her. she puts 2 and 2 together.

word count: 2.9k

cw: not proofread. mdni. 18+ only. smut ; fingering, oral sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap-on fucking, name calling ('daddy', 'baby', 'pretty girl'), begging (barely). half-assed argument and cursing.

tags: @anchoeritic , @elliephobic , @scandalcus , @kurosaaki , @elliesstar , @evanpetersluver

an: this is like. straight up filth. idk what the fuck my problem is but i hope its good? i hope you like it?? if i tagged u and ive never really interacted with you, this is basically me like. leaving a gift on your doorstep. notice me. for everyone else i tagged that i interact with you a lot, this is also a gift, but pay more attention to me. te amo muchisimo. enjoy.

It starts with an argument. 

“You let the wrong fucking people love you,” Ellie exclaims, her shoulders lifted up, her eyes searching your face, her tone exasperated, “I’m tired of telling you that you don’t deserve this shit. You never listen to me.” 

You roll your eyes, standing up from her couch a bit too aggressively. It’s not that she doesn’t have a point. She does and that’s the problem. But any time you mention a date going sour, or some weird shit some girl said, her answer is the same. 

‘I don’t know what to tell you’ or ‘Just take my advice and ignore that one’ or some other vague bullshit that doesn’t actually serve as advice. Dina tells you it’s not the best idea to date girls that consistently look like Ellie and then go and complain to Ellie that they’re not her, but you didn’t think it’d boil over into something like this. You argued that it was a good coping mechanism; you can’t date Ellie ‘cause she’s your friend and you don’t wanna ruin that, so you date girls that look like her. So much for a coping mechanism. 

 You sigh, your eyes squeezing shut, before looking at Ellie who is still seated on her couch, watching you.

“Look,” you start, but Ellie doesn’t let you, instead scoffing and shaking her head. 

“No,” she interrupts, her tone holding no room for argument, “I drop everything to comfort you, you know. It’s not your fault these people treat you like shit, which I will gladly beat their asses, but come on–”

You open your mouth to reply, but she beats you to it again. 

“If you’re gonna ask me to be more supportive, I’m telling you right now that I won’t be. God, sometimes it feels like you date these girls on purpose–” She falters, her eyes flickering from the wall to your face. You freeze. The implications of that sentence could genuinely mean anything. You do purposely date those girls ‘cause they look like her, but has she caught on? She squints, her gaze stony and unreadable. Fuck.

“Why do you even date them?” She questions, standing slowly. You swallow, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. She’s quiet now, stepping closer, like she knows.

“They treat you like shit,” she suddenly points out when you don't answer, her finger outstretched like she’s gonna start counting off everything she’s noticed, “One stood you up and the other stuck you with the bill when she picked out the restaurant.”

You stay quiet, glancing off the side so you don’t have to meet her eyes anymore. She’s relentless, stalking closer to you without any remorse. 

“So, if it’s not their personality, then it’s their looks, right?” She stops in front of you, raising an eyebrow questioningly, but the answer is known already. You huff out a breath, your ears turning pink in embarrassment. You don’t reply, instead opting to cross your arms over your chest. Ellie reaches forward, her index finger and thumb gripping your chin and turning your head so you can face her. 

“I’m talkin’ to you.” She says softly, her face inches from yours, her breath hitting your cheeks. You swallow, nodding a little, your eyes scanning her features. It’s a questionable position, but you really do not want her to move. She grins, like she can read your mind, and her hand falls away from your face. Your lips part, and you try to say something– anything– but nothing comes out. 

“You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed.” She mumbles, and you shift on your feet, scoffing. You try to think of something intelligent to say, ‘cause this is Ellie, your friend, the girl you’ve talked to and bickered with for a while now. She gives you a look like she’s daring you to say something, to stop her. It dawns on you now that she wants to know if you’re interested. You breathe in to settle the butterflies in your stomach. 

“I’d be prettier doing something else,” you say, a little breathy, but it’s enough to make her eyes go dark, her lips twitching into a smirk. She hums, tilting her head like she’s studying you. A minute goes by, and it’s a minute too long. She reaches her hands up to cup your cheeks and dives forward, her lips pressing into yours roughly, like a desire that has barely been kept in. You can’t help the little moan that leaves you, but she swallows it up greedily, gently nudging you back towards her couch.

You try your best to get there through memory alone; your eyes are shut tight and your hands are gripping her wrists. The pads of her thumbs are pressing against your jaw, her hands keeping your face close to hers. You grunt when your calves hit the couch, and as you fall backwards to collapse onto the cushion, Ellie falls with you.

She straddles your lap with ease, her thighs caging you in and her hands still dangerously close to your neck. She briefly pulls away to look you in the eye, her gaze softer than you anticipated it to be. It’s a silent question; a chance to pretend it didn’t happen and to go your separate ways. You reach for her lips with yours, and she easily falls back into rhythm. You let your hands rest on the tops of her thighs, squeezing gently as she lightly thrusts forward. 

You can’t remember what the fuck you two were even talking about, and you don’t care to know, not when her tongue is lightly skimming over your bottom lip. Your lips part immediately, and she slowly licks her away into your mouth. Your tongue meets hers halfway, and she lets out a harsh breath through her nose. 

The room is starting to feel too hot, and your hands start to roam up Ellie’s shirt, her skin burning to the touch. You press a hand flush against her back, pushing her closer to you, before you tug at the shirt. She pulls away momentarily, tugging it off with ease before doing the same for you. You glance down at her chest, a very quiet whine pulling at your vocal cords when you notice she’s not even fucking wearing anything, and she laughs softly at your reaction. She goes to cup your breasts, her thumb caressing the hem of your bra, and you sit up to reach behind you and undo the clasp. It falls away from your chest, and you toss to the side where your shirts now lay. 

“Fuck,” Ellie curses quietly, her fingers running over your nipples, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” 

You hum, your hands wandering to the waistband of her sweats this time, where you undo the knot with quick fingers. 

“I told you I’d be prettier doing something else,” you remind her, and she bites her lip, shifting to the right so she can lay down. She props herself up, nodding her head at you. You move quickly, desperate now, and tug off her sweatpants with ease. Surprise, surprise: she wasn’t wearing anything under that either. 

“Fuck me.” You mutter, shifting on your knees and leaning down. She smirks up at you, her freckled face flushed pink, her eyes blown wide. 

“Plannin’ on it, pretty girl.” 

You don’t reply, instead placing kisses on Ellie’s neck, moving down her chest and stomach. She lets out little sighs, and her hips shift up involuntarily when you reach just above her pussy. She looks down at you, and it’s a sight you could get used to. She has one of her arms resting behind her head, and another extended so her hand rests on the back of yours. She gently nudges you closer, and you hum, pressing a kiss to her cunt. Her breath hitches, and she groans as you lick, slow at first. Your tongue gently prods against the folds of her pussy, her breath quickening with each swipe of your tongue. 

Her hips lift off the couch as her pussy chases the warmth of your mouth. You snicker quietly, but quickly resume your prior task. She relaxes slowly, her moans quiet and discreet. You dip down and try your best to lick into her hole, collecting her juices on the tip of your tongue. You lick up to her clit, and she shudders, cursing under her breath. 

“Pretty girl,” Ellie calls out, looking down at you, her voice just a little breathy, “Let me fuck your face, baby, please.” 

You nod eagerly, sticking your tongue out against her cunt. She immediately grips the back of your head, and gently starts working her hips to rub her pussy against your tongue. Her moans start picking up in volume, and her thrusts do, too. It’s relentless, the way she fucks your face. She’s desperate for it; how could she not be? You’re laying there all pretty, your ass in the air and your head tucked between her thighs. Her juices and your own spit drip down your chin, and her thighs easily get slick with it. You bring a hand up to her cunt as she thrusts against your face, two fingers gently prodding against her hole. She falters then. 

“Fuck,” she groans, nodding her head, a blissed smile pulling at the apples of her cheeks, “Go ahead, baby, such a good girl for me.” 

You whine at the praise and start pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt, your tongue lapping at her clit. Ellie’s moans grow louder as her thrusts turn sloppy. You sit patient and pretty, your jaw aching from the position you’ve been in. You look up at Ellie, her eyebrows pinched as she grows closer to her orgasm, and you slowly lift your head. Her dark, cloudy green eyes open to peer down at you, and you swallow, nervousness making your stomach jump. You continue to pump your fingers in and out of her cunt, and rest your head on her thigh.

“You gonna cum, daddy?”

Her eyes widen at the realization of what you just said, and her head falls back against the arm of the couch, a moan punched out of her.

“Jesus, fuck–”

You grin as you press you tongue back against her clit, pleased with yourself for getting it right. Ellie had briefly mentioned it when talking about one of her old hook-ups, and now that you had this chance, you had to try it for yourself. Ellie curses as she chases her orgasm, your name falling from her lips. You continue where you left off, and you keep going until Ellie cums all over your mouth and chin, until her body seizes up and her thighs lock around your head. You let Ellie ride out her orgasm, and you sit patient with your tongue out and fingers in her cunt. 

She finally relaxes her grip, and you pull your fingers out of her cunt as gently as you can. You pull away from her, your inner thighs damp from your own wetness. She’s already sitting up to grab at you, her cheeks red and her pupils blown. She presses her lips to your collarbone, pulling you close onto her lap. You straddle her, whimpering as your pussy rubs against her thigh. 

“You gonna take care of me, daddy?” You mumble, slipping your fingers into her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging gently as she hums in response. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her.

“Yeah, baby,” she replies, her voice deep and sultry, “Why don’t you lay down and get pretty for daddy?”

Hearing Ellie call herself daddy is a completely different experience than calling her that yourself. She says it with pride, like she knows it fits her like a glove. You slip off her lap and take the spot on the couch that was previously hers, and she stands, making her way to her bedroom. You shiver at the cold air hitting your skin, and quickly slip off your panties. Ellie doesn’t take very long to come back, but by the time she does come back, your hand is between your thighs and your fingers are teasing your clit. Your eyes are closed, so you flinch when Ellie squeezes the meat on your thigh, tsking. 

“Daddy didn’t say anythin’ about that, pretty girl,” she mutters, and your eyes trail down her chest and stomach, eyeing the strap that she wears. You bite your lip, looking back up at her, feinging innocence. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about, Ells.” 

She looks at you unimpressed, instead opting to reach down between your thighs herself, swatting your hand away. She gently circles your clit, and you shift your hips towards her, whining. A slender finger pushes into your cunt, and you hum in pleasure. She pumps it in and out a few times before pushing in another, then scissors them inside you. You moan, spreading your legs wider. The pleased look on Ellie’s face makes you buzz with excitement. 

“My best girl,” she praises, smiling softly, “So pretty and good for me.” 

A whine gets pulled out of your throat before you can stop it, and she leans down, pressing kisses to your cheeks, then your lips. 

“Please, daddy,” you whisper, looking up into her eyes, “Fuck me, please.” 

Ellie hums, content, curling her fingers inside you. You curse, your back arching. 

“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg,” she quips, smirking. 

She shifts on the couch, pressing her dick against the folds of your pussy, and starts to ease her way in. The stretch is good, and Ellie looks mesmerized by the way her strap gets swallowed by your cunt. You let out pathetic little whimpers, and once she bottoms out, your legs wrap around her hips. She starts thrusting into you slowly, watching your face for any discomfort. 

“Just go–” You gasp out, meeting her eyes, “Daddy, just–” 

You really don’t have to tell her twice. She’s absolutely brutal; her thrusts are persistent to say the least, and she has the best possible angle. The sounds you’re making are completely out of your control, your fingers gripping the cushions of the couch to help ground you. Her grip on your hips is almost bruising, and you won’t be surprised if you’re sore tomorrow. 

“Daddy, fuck– yes, yes,” you babble, your eyes wound up tight, Ellie’s right hand ghosting the top of your abdomen, right under your belly button. You look, curious, and notice the dark look in her eyes, her hand pressing down slowly but surely. You tense.

“You take me so well, baby,” she says, satisfied, “Can feel you right here.” She taps where her hand is for good measure, and you whimper. She continues with her cruel pace, reaching with her thumb to rub at your clit. It sends you into overdrive, the constant pressure on your clit and prostate a perfect combination, and you tense. 

“M’gonna cum, daddy, fuck–” You moan, trying to meet her thrusts in time, and she smiles down at you, nodding.

“Go for it,” she purrs, and it takes one, maybe two thrusts for you to cum on her dick. She fucks you through your orgasm, not stopping until you push at her arms. You breathe in harshly, wiping the sweat off your brow. She watches you, patting your thigh. 

“Not done yet.” Is all she says as she slips out of you without warning, a wiper leaving your mouth at the sudden emptiness that follows. You look up at her in confusion, shaking your head lightly. 

“I came, though,” you say breathlessly, and she nods, situating herself between your thighs, pressing kisses to them.

“One more time,” she assures, “One more time for daddy.” 

You whine when her breath ghosts over your cunt, and nod helplessly, spreading your legs. 

She laps at your pussy like a dog, stuffing her face as close as she can, like she’ll die if she doesn’t. She breathes harshly through her nose, not wanting to waste a second away from your cunt. Her tongue moves expertly, constantly running over your clit. It’s almost too much, the way she pays so much attention to your pussy, but not enough at all. Your hips twitch involuntarily, and you can’t decide if you want to move away or closer. 

Ellie eventually reaches up to hold your hips down, her fingers digging into your skin like before. Your drowning in pleasure, your orgasm creeping up on you a second time. Ellie moves to instead finger you again, her tongue lapping at your clit. You choke out a moan, tensing up. 

“Fuck, Ellie, I’m gonna cum, Ellie, Ellie–” 

You come with a shout, squirting over all over her hand. You gulp in big breaths, melting into her couch as she sits up on her knees, shock gracing her features. She watches your face, before diving down to catch your lips in a heated kiss. She licks into your mouth, and you whimper at the taste of yourself on her tongue. She pulls away, sighing happily. 

“You are the hottest fucking girl to ever exist. Fuck.” 

You laugh at her, throwing an arm over your eyes, shaking your head. 

“You stupid bitch,” you giggle, and she joins you, moving to lay next to you. She holds you close to you don’t fall off the couch and presses a kiss to your head. She shrugs her shoulders, now peppering kisses to your sweaty face. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbles. 

At least she’s got you.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x y/n #ೃ⁀➷; eroseas writes #˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ellie mi bebe

[abbyshands]

so many emily prentiss accs follow me and it makes me miss my cm era so bad … urge to write for her and jj is so real. n so many tlou fans like em and jj too (if they like cm) so it’s like. is this my calling …

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[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

no thoughts just soft ellie moments

laying back with ellie on your stomach, hands softly scratching in her scalp as she wears it down for once. her eyes rolled back and closed in comfort. you sit up, suddenly, shifting the weight to your hands as you lean back.

she groans at the loss, furrowing her brows, “what?”

“nothing. just wanna look at you.” you say, hearing the dreaminess in your own voice.

her eyes flutter open, a growing grin on her lips, “that's kinda gay, babe.”

you immediately roll your eyes, sure you can see brain, “shut the fuck uppp.”

“oh, did i ruin your moment, baby? i’m sorry.” she lifts and turns, giving you a short kiss. chuckling a little when you trail after her as she pulls back.

she turns, plops her head back onto your lap and hums expectantly. you bring your hand down, moving the hair from the centre of her forehead, and lean down to kiss the spot. her eyebrow inclines slightly, a small smile creeping in. you brush over her cheek, then kiss there, too. then the other. then her nose.

ellie's nose crinkles, her grin taking up half her face now as she stifles a giggle, “what're you doing?”

“can i not kiss my girl anymore?” you murmur eyes running over every inch of her face, grinning at the coy blush on her cheeks.

“whatever.” she mumbles, pretending she's not practically melting under your touch.

author's note; booooo ‼️🍅🍅 sorry this is NOT my best but I like. Thought it? Definitely not double checked and this has been in my drafts LONG enough. I'll try to convince myself to post my bazillion requests later, though!!!!! again pls pls give me thoughts and constructive criticism because... this could have been better probably. or actually, this is amazing and I'm a perfect authour. (delusion 😍) creds to @ cafekitsune for the dividers !!!

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[kindtim3]

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[satellitespinner]

✼ mommy issues .. (two)

a/n: PLEASE READ CONTENT WARNINGS ! holy gyat i just ate good chilli and it made me wanna get pregnant ANYWAYS.. i was gonna add spice but i found out the girl i like had a crush on a dude so you get more angst:) enjoy

content warnings: ANGST readers child is described to have curly hair, reader is of spanish speaking descent. (or atleast speaks it.) we on some white people shit lowk… ellie is good with kids😍😍😍😍😍 reader works in a hospital! you kids lowk an ass.. ellie has another panic attack. ellie still sad. CANADA MENTIONED RAAAHHHHHHHH cat brought up!!!! we almost get a kith…. this bitch is not proofread

wc: 4.4k

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a few days later ellie finds herself sitting in a booth at her work with her two colleagues. tonight was the first time she was going to babysit your son, and she was terrified

she found that in this moment was the first time her thoughts weren’t plagued of joel since he died.

“i swear! not even light years could dim such a woman.” ellie describes you as if you were a goddess. well, to her you were.

“can you shut the fuck up with that weird space shit and talk like a normal person?”

jesse scolds jokingly. he winces in pain as dina’s foot meets his shin under the table.

“whatever, dude. it’s true.” the girl sulks.

“hey! speaking of space nerd shit. how’s school going, el?” dina asks with a smile on her face.

little did she know the mere mention of school caused gut plummeting anxiety for ellie.

“uhh, it’s good. it’s- school, you know?.” ellie mutters, there isn’t much to say. besides the fact that she’s gonna fail if she doesn’t scrape together a thousand dollars for fucking textbooks.

sometimes ellie wondered if dina struggled with money. she works this shitty waitressing job for twenty bucks an hour, and she has a son. but then again, she didn’t have the burden of school on top of all her other responsibilities.

the table goes quiet after ellie’s response. she’s not one to open up about her personal life. she only told dina about joel dying a few weeks ago.

joel. joel.

ellies mind clouds over. like a switch that clicked, making her go from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. she was always like that.

“ellie?” she hears a feminine voice break her out of her trance. a sympathetic expression on dina’s face when ellie looks up at her.

“sorry. what did you say?” she throws in a fake smile to distract from the fact that she was on the brink of another panic attack.

the last time she had a panic attack at work she was so embarrassed she didn’t come in for a week.

“i asked if you needed a ride tonight. y’know cause of the baby sitting.” dina offers, again.

ellie thinks about arguing with the girl, but she decides against it. knowing she’ll just end up in dina’s passenger seat anyway.

“yeah that would be awesome. thanks.” ellie couldn’t help but feel even more guilty every time dina offered. she felt like she was taking advantage of her. even though she knew she wasn’t.

ellie huffs out of her cheeks before standing up from the booth. “time to get back to work.” she jokingly frowns. causing jesse to laugh.

“it was time to get back to work 10 minutes ago.” he corrects in a ‘told you so’ tone as they start walking back to their designated areas.

“fuck off.” she peers, stopping so dina can catch up to them. she sticks her tongue out at jesse when dina places a hand on her shoulder.

“what a gentlewoman, she’s gonna love you.” she whispers and shoots ellie a wink. leaving ellie flustered yet rolling her eyes.

6:45

you had to be at work in an hour and your son was not cooperating.

“felix!” you shriek, the child was running around with a cheeto you gave him 3 hours ago. you fight the urge to laugh at his un styled curls and grimey face, but your stern mom facade over rode.

“¡vuelve aquí niño sucio!”

(“come back here dirty boy”)

he continued to run wild like a chicken with no head. you start to get sick of his behavior and put your foot down.

“felix. now.”

he stops in his tracks at your stern tone. he sulks as he makes his way to you. you smile at his obedience.

you take his gross cheeto and toss it into the trash. he pouts at your action which causes you to scoff. “put that lip away, chiquito.” you tease him.

he lightens up fast. his sad attitude being replaced with a toothy smile. it was infectious. whenever he was happy, you were happy.

“there we go!” you laugh as you zip up his sweater. he scrambles away before you could wipe the dirt off of his face. you sigh.

you picked your battles with him.

you decided to shoot ellie a quick text, hoping to prepare her for your crazy kid.

ellie’s running around the house in hopes to baby-proof the place when she gets a text from you.

sexy neighbor: hey ellie! he’s almost ready, and please excuse the dirt on his face. i promise i’m not a bad mom lol.

she smiles and begins to type back.

ellie: all good haha, is there any specific allergies or things you need done tonight?

she shuts off her phone and continues to clean up, moving the whiskey on the counter into the high parts of her cupboard.

she runs to her room and changes into a pair of gray sweats and a clean hoodie.

sexy neighbor: nope no allergies! could you make him dinner? if it’s to big of an ask i can totally send something! just say the word.

ellie: oh absolutely. i already planned to make him dinner anyway.

sexy neighbor: oh wow thank you so much, you’re going to be a great babysitter i’m sure 😉

ellie’s cheeks heat up at the text. you were such a mom. she thought to herself. she was just going to like the message when another comes through.

sexy neighbor: he is insisting to bring his coloring supplies. i hope that’s okay..?

ellie: oh wow were going to get along well. that’s totally fine :)

sexy neighbor: thanks sweetheart

a few minutes ellie’s front door is being knocked on by a small hand. when she opens the door she’s met with a backpack clad felix and you. in scrubs.

“hi!” she exclaimed as soon as she opened the door, her words mostly directed at the young boy.

“hello!” your son replies quickly. “i brought toys for us to play with!” she tells her, like he’s known her forever.

“oh thank god.” she puts a hand over her heart as she crouches down to his level.

“toys r’ scarce around here..” she warns. felix looks at her confused, but you laugh.

ellie stands up and puts out her hand for the boy to take, which he does. you smile at the interaction before crouching down to him.

“te amo, cariño” you gently whispered into his ear as you give him a small peck.

you stand up quickly and pull ellie in for a quick hug as well.

“thank you, again.” you sighed into the hug as you expressed your gratitude. ellie smiled at you. she really wanted to kiss you right now.

“don’t sweat it, now get going mom. you’re gonna be late!” she jokes as she looks down at your son.

“you’re right. i should go.” you make your way to the car and get in. you roll down your window and blew kisses at your son, who was now in ellie’s arms. you shoot ellie a wink before taking off.

ellie puts your son down, keeping his hand interlocked with hers as she takes him inside.

“hey kid, does your mom speak spanish?”

—————————————————————-

you found yourself immediately trusting ellie when you first met her. her green eyes reminded you of your own sons.

you saw yourself in her quite a bit, you could tell she was hurting. when she opened up to you that night in your kitchen about her father you could tell.

she told you she had grown up without a mother and all you could think about was nurturing and comforting her like she deserved.

you also saw the way she looked at you.

ellie found great comfort in your sons presence. he distracted her from her usual routine, which wasn’t the healthiest..

currently, felix had ellie drawing each one of his toy cars.

“like this?” she asks, flipping the paper to show him her drawing of a red car.

“no!” he denies before showing his own. a paper full of scribbles with his name poorly printed at the top.

“ohhh.. i see.” she says before flipping the paper back to herself and scribbling atop her original drawing.

“like this?” she asks once again.

“yes!” he confirms. ellie laughs at his childish antics.

the boy had requested a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner around 8:30.

“yeah i could go for a grilled cheese right now.” ellie agrees as she pats his head.

ellie had mastered the art of cooking before she was 14. when joel started fostering her the first thing she asked him was if she could use the kitchen.

although she would do anything to do that for her career, in this economy there was no chance. so she settled on astrophysics. and boy was it expensive.

she just hoped that everything would work out and she could make joel proud.

your shift was fucking exhausting. first, some random psych patient spit in your face. then, you spilt coffee all over yourself not even halfway through the night.

you were ready to go home and see your baby.

you had texted ellie a few times throughout the night for updates and she replied with something positive every time.

ellie next door: yeah he’s fine don’t worry! hes coloring right now.

you: awh that’s my boy. i hope he’s not being to much.

ellie next door: nope not too much at all

ellie next door: *one attachment*

he says hi mama !

you: oh my god aweeeeeee you two are so cute.

you smiled and saved the image to your camera roll without hesitation. it was a picture of your son at ellie’s kitchen table, markers and paper littered her table.

the reflection of her on the black television caught her smiling widely as he waved at the camera.

you: did he eat anything yet?

ellie next door: yep! he requested a grilled cheese. he also had some snacks earlier.

you: perfectttt you’re a life saver!

ellie contemplates how she should respond to your message. she could start flirting or she could img fucking chill and be normal.

she chose the latter.

ellie next door: haha! it’s really no problem :)

ellie had put your son to bed in her bedroom rather than the couch. the kid had toddled in there before ellie could reach him.

she tried to chase him down but his curiosity made him fast and sneaky.

“get back here lil’ man!” she giggles as his tiny feet smack against the hardwood floors.

he giggles as he ran away from her, running into the first open door he sees, that being ellie’s room.

he was awestruck by the many comic book posters and the guitar in the corner of the room was where he was headed.

before ellie grabbed him, that is.

“i don’t think so.” she laughs as she picks him up with ease. gently tossing him onto the bed.

“you have a boys room. but you’re a girl.” the boy points out, not in a bad way. ellie could tell he was just stating what he saw.

“yeah thanks for telling me i didn’t know.”

by the time you arrived home the sun was about to come up, and you were fucking exhausted. you contemplated asking ellie to keep him the rest of the night, but you didn’t.

your kid, your responsibility. you reminded yourself. as you knocked on ellie’s door.

pajama clad ellie opens the door with a smile, welcoming you in immediately.

“hey ellie, how was it?” you ask with a yawn. she guides you over to her kitchen island. her house layout almost identical to yours.

ellie smiles and describes her night with your son in great detail. your heart melts at the way her face lights up during certain points of her story. she recalls how she chased him around after dinner and he insisted on sleeping in her room.

your reach into your purse and searched your wallet, you spoke as your hands fumbled in your bag.

“i really cannot thank you enough,” you begin, finally pulling out your wallet and pulling out a few twenties for ellie. she looks confused as you try to pass them to her, putting her hands out to decline.

“you already paid me, remember?” you nod - urging her to take the extra cash.

“i just wanted to give you a little extra.” you smile and ellie almost cries. she held it together though, she probably told you thank you about forty times before you laughed and told her it wasnt a problem.

ellie lead you to her bedroom to retrieve your son, who was dead asleep underneath her planet print bedsheets. ellies cheeks turned pink when you giggled and said; “nice sheets, el.”

you tried to gently wake your son but he wasn't having it. you grabbed his arm to pull him out of the bed. he groans and slides himself underneath the covers. you are fully on your knees at this point. “i swear, if you embarrass me.” you threaten in a whisper so ellie didn't hear, she still did.

ellie chuckled lowly. “he can sleep here, its pretty late anyways.” she smiled.

you slightly bit your lip. “are you sure?” it wasn't ellie that you didn't trust, it was your kid. ellie wasn't hearing it.

“positive.”

sleepovers at ellies became a recurring thing after that. your son was so excited everytime she babysat and it made your heart so full.

this time in particular your son was extra excited. ellie had promised him ice cream for not putting up a fight to leave the previous time.

usually she greeted you at the door with a smile and a hug. but this time she didn’t answer at all..

“mama where’s ellie?” your son asked. “i don’t know baby.” you reply with a raise of your eyebrow.

you saw her arrive home, you two even spoke briefly before she went in to unwind. she seemed dull today.

you knew something wasn’t right so you decided to go in. your son followed you close behind. you sat him on the couch and advised him not to move.

the house was dark. you slowly stepped down the hallway.

“ellie? honey?” you called out, to your surprise there was no reply. a shiver crept up your spine.

you walked until you were faced with her bedroom door. it was slightly open. so you knocked before you stepped inside.

“ellie?”

the door cracked open as you entered. you didn’t know what to expect but it definitely wasn’t that.

ellie was laying in her bed, fetal position. sobbing her brains out. you were surprised you didn’t hear her when you were walking down the hall.

she gasped for air as you rushed to her. you sit down and sit her up so her back is against the headboard.

“shh, you’re okay. i’m here.” those words, although comforting triggered even more tears to fall. she didn’t know what she was doing.

the girl screamed in your arms for what felt like forever and you just sat there and held her. you whispered sweet words into her ears and rubbed circles on her back.

eventually your son had run through the door. a little gasp leaving his lips at the sight of ellie.

“ellie are you okay!?” he practically screamed in her face. you took your free hand and tried to shove him out the door.

ellie’s loud cries turned into soft sniffles as he wouldn’t leave. your son practically jumped onto her to try and make her feel better. your heart drops but ellie just laughs and pulls him into a deep hug.

ellie looks to you as your son babbles absolute nonsense into her shoulder.

“i’m really sorr-“ she starts, but you instantly cut her off.

“absolutely none of that.” you say, in your mom voice. her eyes widen at your tone.

“can you stay with els while i make a quick phone call?” you ask your son. he stands up tall. “yes!” he nods as if he were superman. you and ellie both laugh.

ellie knew exactly what put her in that position. her entire day was fucked from the beginning.

she should've called out of work when she woke up from a dream nightmare about joel.

she couldn’t stop thinking about the dream while doing her morning routine, or skating to work. which ended with her on the ground and her board in half.

if that wasn’t enough, while she was on her shift her ex walks in.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” she whisper-yells as she watches the black haired, tattoo ridden girl takes a seat. with a new girl.

there was no way in hell she was going to serve them. she couldn’t ask dina, her table kept sending back the food. ellie was ready to go over there and rip them a new one. she refrained.

jesse couldn’t, obviously. she wasn’t going to ask sam. she looked like she was also on the verge of tears. i guess everyone’s having a shitty day. she thought to herself as she walked over to cats table. except you.

“ellie! hey!” cat smiled, she wasn’t happy to see ellie, it was an evil smile. she was happy to terrorize ellie.

“i forgot you worked here!” she continues, earning an eye roll from ellie. sure you did, bitch.

ellie keeps it short and sweet. oh how badly she wanted to ask if this was her new girlfriend. but she didn’t.

“what can i get for you?” she asks, she didn’t even bother plastering a fake smile on her face.

cat and her whatever she is tell ellie there orders and she’s out of there. she doesn’t even give out her scripted response of.

“great choices! that’ll be right out for you!”

she just leaves.

when ellie returns with the two plates the pair look to be in deep conversation.

perfect ellie thought. she could just put down the food and get the fuck out of there-

“so how’s joel?!” cat asks, her lips pursed and her hands intertwined underneath her chin. ellie takes a deep breath. she should’ve docked cat in the face. she didn’t.

the fucking nerve that this bitch has.

ellie doesn’t reply. she turns around and speed walks back to the kitchen where she breaks down for the first time that day. dina ended up finding her and bringing her home early.

to top off her picture perfect fucking day. ellie gets home and finds a new email from her prof. she quickly skims through. as soon as she read the words “cost” and a four digit number, she was done.

her wobbly legs about to give out underneath her as she lays down on her bed. she takes a few deep breaths but it doesn’t help.

she didn’t even hear you come in. but soon enough you were rubbing her back and telling her that it was going to be okay.

she couldn’t help but cry more because the last person to comfort her like that was him.

eventually you calmed her down. you left for a few minutes and came back with a glass of water and a few pain killers.

“take these, your head must be killing you.” you sit down next to her and rub her back as she throws the pills back.

god. ellie felt like such a child.

“good girl.” you whisper as she takes a few more deep breaths. eventually calming completely. the comment didn’t pass hee though. her cheeks (among other things.) were suddenly hot and sticky from tears.

she turned to make eye contact with you, her eyes blood shot. you wondered how long she had been crying for.

the first words that left ellie’s mouth were simple. “did you still want that ice cream, lil man?” your son jumped up and down before grabbing her hand and pulling her off into the kitchen.

ellie had sat him down with a kind portion of chocolate ice cream before she walked up to you.

“hes more than welcome to sleep here tonight. if you don’t feel like picking him up.” she clarifies. her hands on her hips.

“oh ellie, i called out of work. we’re both staying.” ellie’s jaw drops. she instantly starts shaking her head in denial.

“no no you didn’t need to do that trust me, i’m really fine-” you pull her in for a hug to shut her up. you hold her tightly as she sighs into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry.” she whispers. you could only imagine how embarrassed she must’ve been.

“don’t be. you’re human.” you reassure her. you wanted to cry now too. you knew she was going through a bit of money trouble but how broken was this girl?

that night after your son went to bed you listened to ellie rant about her life for hours.

for the most part she held back tears but when she brought up joel you could tell it was hard.

you didn’t pry, or ask questions. you just listened. you listened to the good and the bad.

you two laughed when she told you about when she kissed her best friend riley, and then cried when she told you that riley had moved to canada and that they haven’t talked since.

you had told ellie about how you discovered you were a lesbian during your marriage.

you were bruh shocked to find your now ex-husband very cool with it.

she found out that you guys shared custody and he owned a house in a different part of the city. ellie was a bit envious of your seemingly normal life. you didn’t have to worry about money. atleast, not as much as she did.

you were nodding along as ellie told you about joel. joel had fostered ellie since she was twelve, he adopted her officially when she was sixteen.

she told you how he taught her the guitar, and let her get a tattoo before she turned eighteen.

ellie and joel’s relationship was rocky before he passed. ellie was going through that age where she needed a mother when she started acting out.

“i was always angry.” she confessed. “i would say the cruelest things to him and he would just,” she paused, looking for the right word. “he just took it.”

you frowned at this.

if you had known about any of this you would have never thrown your kid at her for half the week.

among the bad, you also learned a few interesting things about ellie.

she really liked to cook, and she was fucking good at it. you discovered that when she pulled out leftover pasta and served it to you like you were a member of the royal family.

eventually it was your turn to talk her ear off. however, there wasn’t much to tell, you thought.

“uhm- my favorite movie is tangled.” you laughed. ellie blew a raspberry.

“oh c’mon mama, you didn’t have like - a crazy childhood?” she asked. mama, huh?

you shrugged and spoke “not much to tell.” ellie rolls her eyes.

“alrighty then.” she ponders for a moment before speaking “you wanna watch a movie?” she asked, smiling like a fox. you felt your core tighten.

you accepted her offer and she reached out and helped you off her bar stool.

“what a gentle woman.”

“so i’ve been told.”

you and ellie didn’t settle on a movie. she sat you down and told you that you were watching tangled.

you put your hands up in defense. “if you insist.”

“i do insist.” she lays a soft pink blanket over the two of you as the movie begins.

“didn't picture you as much of a pink girl.” you state, covering your arms up with the blanket.

“m’ not, it’s just for you.” she says, her eyes only leaving the television to meet your own.

“just for me?” you ask, putting a hand over your chest in flattery.

“mhm” she replies with a wink and turns her focus back to the tv. it was your turn to feel flustered at her actions. she was quite the flirt apparently.

rapunzel was currently interrogating eugene when you turned to ellie.

“this is also his favorite movie.” ellie smiled at the fact. “is it really?” she laughed. not a condescending laugh, but more of a ‘that’s the cutest thing i’ve ever heard’ laugh.

“it is! he loves it so much, it’s adorable.” you tell her.

“you’re adorable” ellie accidentally admits. her face flushing when she’s noticed what she said.

she’s about to profusely apologize and possibly crawl in a hole and die when you giggle.

“i could say the same about you.” you whisper, shifting your body a little closer to her own. you were already close, but now your thighs were touching.

you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, her eyes still on the screen. you burn holes in the side of her face. she doesn’t budge.

“ellie?” you whisper, you see her swallow before turning to look at you.

“y-yeah?” her pupils had dilated just a bit and you swore her freckles were more prominent. maybe you were a bit too close-

“you’re very pretty.” you tell her, your eyes darting from her eyes to her lips. then back to her eyes again.

ellie didn’t respond, instead she smirked and licked her lips. “yeah, you think so?” she asks, mostly rhetorically but you answer anyway. “i know so.”

ellie’s lips are dangerously close to your own when she slips her hand under your chin.

“i think you’re the prettiest.” she whispers. you almost didn’t hear her.

you're closing the gap between you two when you hear your sons sleepy voice come out of nowhere. you and ellie both quickly pull away from each other and she clears her throat.

“‘punzel!” he cheers, one of his pant legs riding up his leg, his hair all frizzled. you both light-heartedly laugh at the boys appearance.

“c’mere, baby.” you bring your arms out from underneath the blanket. open for him to crawl into. he obliged and crakes into your lap. you couldn’t even be mad at him for being up so late at this point.

ellie reached up and strokes his hair gently.

fucking cockblock

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[milllersfae]

Literally I just wanna say I love your writing and think ur super talented <33 And as a request, could you do a lil blurb about femme reader and protective/possessive Ellie?

sorry i got to this so late! i'd love to write this! since you didn't mention any smut, i'll keep it pretty tame, hope thats okay <3

.𖥔˖๋ ࣭⭑ blurb | protective!ellie showing everyone you’re hers

content warning: creepy men (boo), teasing, intoxication mention, exhibitionism if you squint. mdni

that night had been on your mind nonstop since you came home. you plunged face first into your pillow, alcohol-lidded breath smothered in the silk cover.

you had held your red solo cup firm in your grasp, bobbing your head under the mellow rumble of the bass heavy speakers. the sun had finally began to slip underneath the horizon, orange seeping into the sky. the house party you had attended had been in full swing, people littered all over the back lawn. the summer warmth had only prompted you wore your best slip dress, white and slim against the curves of your body. not only had it been a hit with you, it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.

the drunken slur of men had came your way, often lead with poor pickup lines and perverted compliments. you were polite, eyes shifting in hopes of the conversation ceasing with every forced laugh and nod you made. the travel of eyes made you embarrassingly flush, arms crossed over your chest in response.

then you felt her, presence lingering behind you before confirmed with an arm wrapped to your waist, lips pressed behind your ear. ellie glared at the man before you, eyebrows pressed in acquisition.

"you alright over here? nobody bothering you?" she cooed, smirk defiant on her face as the intoxicated eyes of the stranger had widened in silent fear, before promptly making excuse to finally step off.

she laughed into your shoulder, breath heavy against the skin. "fuckin' creep. hate when they look at you like that." ellie mumbled, taking your now free hand in hers.

you nodded in obligement, a long-needed smile wide-spread on your face. even with you newfound freedom ellies’ wandering hands didn't cease, her other hand rubbing soft circles on your thigh. you turn to her from the corner of your eye, watching her face scan the night-lidded backyard. her face was cocky, a look of pride that spoke that she loudly claimed you, and made you hers. and she liked it. you tapped her arm that had now palmed at your ass, face running warm at the clutter of eyes you felt pinned on you.

"m-baby, i think people are looking--"

"that's what i want."

ellie's grip tightened, her wandering stare becoming more devious as she continued. she pulled your hand nearing the porch stairs, propping you up on the end of the birch railing. she placed a hand at the length of your back, and her other snuck beneath the end of your dress. she was consuming you in broad daylight, claiming you as if a single eye wasn’t there.

you hate that you enjoyed it, a subtle sensation fluttered in your core. ellie pulled you in closer to her, teeth peaking through a impish smile.

“why are you so flustered? something bugging you?” ellie teased, hand moving up your dress and thumbing your inner thigh. you wince softly at the action, lip bit slightly at her pleasure.

“you don’t care about all these people? the stares?” you whisper, eyes wide with confusion. you are met with her lidded eyes as she laughed with a stifle.

“nothing will stop me from reminding people you’re my girl, baby.” she purred, pressing two fingers to the damp of your panties. you let out a shuddered moan as ellie leaned in to press her lips to the open of your mouth.

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[seattlesellie]

hi so i absolutely hate bugs and i hate killing them. i would def make ellie kill all of them for me. (although i would prefer she take them outside to let them be free… anyways)

but it’s the way she would kill them, that absolutely sends me. i feel like she would kill them and be like, “i gotchu motherfucker,” “yeah? you like comin into my house and scarin my girl like that? hm?” and i’d just stand there and just stare at her going tf off on a tiny mosquito idk just a thought 😭

i love you and your writing so much <33

ellie grabbing a flip flop running around the house like she’s chasing the killer 😭 but also after she kills it she definitely picks it up and chases you with it in her hand and wiggles it around to scare you :// “you’re such a fuckin’ crybaby it’s not even gonna hurt you” also she ate bugs and sand when she was a kid it’s a canon event .

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #i spend too much time thinking about baby ellie doing really weird stuff #i wanna write hc’s about them cos that kid bit her kindergarten teacher for sure #also during nap time baby ellie made weird noises just to scare everybody

[cowgirlcherrie]

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[dinasmoon]

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₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SUMMERY: ellie is your best friend, whom you've had a crush on for a long time, you ask her to teach you to play guitar and so she does

♡ PAIRING: bestfriend!ellie x reader

➸ WORD COUNT: 1k

♫ NOW PLAYING: screaming by loathe

!! WARNINGS: kissing, touching (very slight), fluff kinda??

♡ AUTHORS NOTE: i had such a writers block writing this, but I decided to finish this anyways so enjoy angels<3

You smiled as you saw how excited Ellie was to teach you how to play guitar. It was hard for you to remember where the chords were, so you were failing horribly at playing.

Ellie chuckled at how you messed up the chord. She was sitting in front of you on a chair, as you were sitting on the couch. Her legs were spread as she had her elbows on her knees, looking at you. She fixed your fingers on where you should position them on the neck of the guitar. You felt a bit embarrassed, but Ellie didn't seem to mind. She was patient as she showed you the chords again and again.

And still, you couldn't remember them to save your life. "This is useless, Ellie," you said impatiently. The chords aren't sounding the way she makes them sound. "There is something wrong with this guitar," you said, as you laid it flat on your lap. "Hey, don't insult my guitar." You rolled your eyes at her words. "Clearly there is something wrong with it," you said again. She shook her head. "Here, let me show you," she said, rolling up the sleeves of her long-sleeved, brown plaid flannel shirt. She leaned over and took the guitar from your lap.

She adjusted the guitar onto her lap as she started playing, and you looked at her, admiring the way she made it sound so good. You watched her fingers switch to different chords, without her even looking down at them. You looked at her other hand, the tattoo on her forearm in your view now that she had rolled up her sleeves.

Your eyes slowly traveled up to her face, and she was already watching you like she never looked anywhere else. Just a friend, you thought. Her lips held a little smug grin as she stopped playing and handed it back to you. You took the guitar, and she told you to get up. You looked at her with slight confusion on your face as you did as she said and got up with the guitar still in hand. She walked past you, holding both of her hands steady on your waist as she pulled you with her when she walked past you, so now you're facing away from her, and she's behind you.

She sat down in the same spot you were just sitting. She took off her flannel shirt, showing the black shirt she was wearing under it, her arms flexing, which caught your eye. She looked up at you, catching you glancing at her arms, which made you look away like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't. She adjusted in the seat, sitting all the way back on the couch. She looked back at you, and you were still standing there, facing away from her. She caught you looking as you held the guitar.

"As much as I love having your ass in my face, you can sit down now," she said with a grin. "Oh, piss off," you said, your face flushed pink as you sat down. Now she had you sitting between her legs, her chest against your back as she peaked her head over your shoulder. Her hand was around your arms as you were holding the guitar.

She talked you through it, taking your hand and putting it on the neck of the guitar. "Alright, so there are three chords: C, D, and E minor." She showed you the chords again, but her voice whispered into your ear this time.

"Do you want me to help support your fingers?" she asked, her eyes glancing at yours. "Well, yeah sure," you said.

"Here," she said as she pushed your fingers with hers to help you support the chord.

"Okay, now practice the chord D," she said again, her hand still on yours, while your other hand pressed down on the strings. It sounded good.

"Good job, sweetheart. Now play D, C, and D in that order," she praised, making you smile. She was nodding and smiling as you played. You almost didn't notice the way she was looking at you.

Almost.

She had her hands off your fingers now. They were now lightly sitting on your thighs as you tried to focus on the instrument in hand. You felt fuzzy, her hands on you like this, her breathing against your neck, the feeling of her chest against your back. You stopped playing, and her head shifted against your neck, and she looked up at you.

You could feel the heat between your bodies, and you turned around to face her, the guitar forgotten on your lap. You looked into her eyes, and before you knew it, your lips met in a soft kiss. It was like the world stopped spinning for a moment, and you both pulled away, looking at each other with surprise. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Ellie whispered, and you smiled, leaning in for another kiss. You and Ellie continued to kiss, lost in the moment. As your lips moved together, you could feel the heat building between you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, and she responded by running her fingers through your hair. You could feel her warmth and her softness, and it was intoxicating. The guitar, forgotten as you lost yourself in the embrace.

The kiss deepened. At some point, you had fully turned to her without breaking the kiss. You could feel her hands moving down your back, and you responded in kind, running your own hands over her body. You felt the heat building inside you as you continued to kiss, lost in the moment. Eventually, you pulled away, both of you breathless and flushed. You looked into each other's eyes.

You leaned in and whispered, "We probably shouldn't have done that." You look down at her tinted lips "I mean, we're just friends, right?" you asked. As she looked into your eyes “Guess we are not just friends anymore” she smiled before her lips were against yours again.

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