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callmelola111 · 11 months

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guilty conscience ☆ part two

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synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.1k

|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, a hint of sexual themes, cat

a/n: this was so fun to write. i love causing drama <3. apologies in advance for how angsty it’s gonna get but i promise it will all be worth in the end !!

Through the weekend you and your new roommate Ellie went to some campus events to kickoff the new semester and got to know each other better. You guys bonded over music and had even made each other playlists. It was sweet. Time flew when you were around her, and suddenly, it was Monday, and the first week of classes.

You woke up extra early that morning. Ellie was still fast asleep in her bed so you had to get ready in the dark, but you didn’t mind, she looked so pretty lying there. You finished getting ready and loaded up your green canvas backpack. As you reached for your keys about to head for the door, a groggy voice piped up.

“Not gonna say bye to your favorite roommate?”

“Ellie, you're awake! Good morning, happy Monday!!” you replied, a little too chipper for Ellie’s liking

“Damn, up at 8am and wishing me a ‘happy’ Monday? You’re crazy.” she teased. You giggled a little but then glanced at your phone to see the time and the giggles halted.

“Listen I’d love to stay and chat but my class is in 10 minutes and I don’t even know where the building is…” You gave a slow, sarcastic laugh and opened the door to the hallway.

“Have a good day at class- if you actually make it” she threw her head back with a chuckle.

“Ellsss, seriously? Stoppp.” you drug out your words with a whine. That's when Ellie’s eyes got wide and your face got red, realizing what you had just called her.

“Nicknames already?” A cocky smile spread across her face. She loved seeing you get all flustered. You were cute, almost in a pitiful way.

“I- Ellie- I meant Ellie. Jeez, I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked to the floor, avoiding whatever face she might’ve been making in reaction to your stupid slip up. A string of “no’s” from Ellie quickly follows your apology. You looked up to meet her gaze

“Call me Els, it’s cute, you’re cute. But you’re the only one who can. Got it?” she winked playfully. The red that filled your cheeks from embarrassment became even redder with Ellie’s shameless flirting. Was she like this with all her friends? You wished to stay home all day and weigh out the possibilities but there was no time to think now.

“Okay, well uh, see you later Els.” You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear knowing how she felt about the name.

“See ya hun.” And with that, you were off to class, a skip in your step. You had made it just in time. You surveyed the rows of seats looking for an open spot to grab. You notice one next to a girl with short black hair, covered in sick tattoos. She looked like just the type of person you’d wanna be friends with so you made your way across the room to her.

“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you inquired. The girl looked you dead in the face, grabbed her backpack from the floor, and shoved it into the empty seat.

“Yeah. My backpack.” she replied with a straight face followed by a middle finger. You stood there, mouth open in shock. Like, what the fuck did you do? You were about to snapback until a voice coming from behind retaliated first.

“I thought mean girls were just a highschool thing? Guess not. Hey, newsflash!! We’re in college now, so maybe you should stop being a cunt and grow the fuck up. Yeah?” Your jaw dropped even further this time. The pathetic excuse for a bully sunk into her chair, head down, knowing she just got ate the fuck up. Your new savior switched her gaze back to you.

“Hi I’m Dina! Maybe you’d wanna sit with me instead?”

“Of course I’ll sit with you, that was totally badass, you’re like my hero! I’m y/n!” You climbed over the row of seats and plopped down next to her. Before you knew it, class was over and you were exchanging numbers with your new friend. You hardly even remember what the professor was saying in class, as you were too busy whispering back and forth with Dina.

The evening rolls around and you finally head back to your dorm. You couldn’t wait to tell Ellie about the insane day you just had. You stepped out of the elevator onto the 4th floor and the sounds of music bellowed down the hall. It became louder the closer you got to your room. Once you reached your door, you realized it was Ellie. You walked inside to see her sitting with a sage green electric guitar propped up on her right knee. She slid her hand down the neck of the guitar, veins popping as she switched her fingerings to play a new chord. You could’ve watched her all day if she hadn't noticed your stare and stopped playing.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” It’s like she knew how desperate you are for her. Of course you get red in the face and fumble for a rebuttal just as cocky as hers.

“You calling me pretty Els? How cute.” Your tone is laced in sarcasm and your eyes do a dramatic roll.

Ellie was quick with it, “Yeah y/n, I am. You got a problem?” She was staring you down with persistence. The eye contact was getting intense, but you were too enamored to answer her question, despite it being a simple “no”.

All you could spit out was, “uh, I gotta pee.”

“Okay weirdo thanks for letting the audience know” she replied laughing, obviously mocking your odd public statement. That was your queue to quickly retreat to the bathroom. You pulled down your pants to reveal the obvious wet spot. It was getting embarrassing how aroused this girl could make you without even doing a thing. Luckily you actually had to pee because Ellie was right outside the door and could hear everything. And of course, she had to let you know.

Mid-doing your business, she yells through the door, “damn girl, you really did have to piss.” Your palm hits your face like muscle memory. She was so stupid.

You walk out of the bathroom and wash your hands while vocalizing your annoyance to Ellie. She turned the corners of her mouth downwards making the cheesiest frown ever.

“Soooo how was your first day?” she asked, dragging out the “o” to fill the lull in conversation.

You turned to her, brows furrowed, and replied “Good and bad.” Ellie’s curious, wide-eyed look turned sincere as soon as you said the word bad.

“Bad? Already? Tell me about it. Are you okay?” She seemed genuine in her response so you spilled about the mean girl you had met in your class earlier this morning. She sat in silence, hanging onto every word you said. She wanted you to know she was listening and that she cared.

“I’m so sorry y/n, that girl sounds like a total bitch. You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. You want me to go give her a piece of my mind?”

You laughed, but you knew she meant it, “that’s okay, someone already did. That was the good part.”

“Oh, who?” Ellie’s demeanor shifted, like her chivalry was being threatened.

“This cool ass girl in my class, Dina.” The corners of your mouth upturned just saying her name. Ellie’s face remained neutral and you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

“When she overheard that girl being rude she totally whipped her head around and told her off. She even called her a cunt. It was so awesome.” you continued, eye’s beaming.

“Then she let me sit with her and we talked literally the whole class. Afterwards, she gave me her number so we could make plans! Totally worth being bullied by a random stranger.” You were so consumed by telling your story that you didn’t notice Ellie’s face completely drop. She almost looked pissed off. When you realized, your face dropped right with hers.

“You alright?” you questioned, not understanding what happened. Little did you know, your story stomped all over Ellie’s ego. She was envious of the way Dina seemed to make you feel.

“Oh yeah, everything's fine over here” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm that felt too minuscule to acknowledge aloud.

“So then, how was your day?” you said, moving on from whatever that was.

“Mine was good. I met someone too.”

“How cool! We both made friends on the first day-”

Ellie was fast to answer, “Oh no, she’s not a friend.” Your puzzled look urged her to continue.

“She actually hit on me, so I gave her my number. She was sooo damn fine too.” All that followed was silence. Jealousy consumed you, just like Ellie wanted.

“What's that? Cat got your tongue?” Ellie scoffed and then flashed you a twisted smile. Your feelings were hurt, you’d never seen her act this way before. Even behind her usual sarcastic remarks you knew she was genuine. This time you weren’t so sure. For lack of an appropriate response and the silence continuing to drag you tried to change the subject.

“SHE? You’re gay?!” you exclaimed, pretending to act surprised, but failing.

“Thought that was kinda obvious kid…” Kid????? Who did Ellie think she was? You were so over this conversation, but she kept on going.

“Anyways, do you think I should go for it?” she sat there smirking, waiting for your response. 5 minutes ago you might’ve told her no because you wanted her for yourself, but after this show of character, you just let her have it.

“Sure, I bet she thinks you’re ‘soooo fine’ too.” you said, completely monotone and pissed off. Part of Ellie felt disappointed you didn’t fight for her, but she realized she had no right to feel like that. She was the one playing games with your feelings, not the other way around. In an attempt to save the conversation she decided to bring up her gig.

“Hey, by the way, if you liked my guitar playing, you should totally come to my band's show this weekend.”

“Wouldn't you rather bring your girlfriend?” you remarked. Ellie felt ashamed for triggering this side of you. Everything she said was true, but she could've just kept it to herself. Ellie had hurt you on purpose, and all out of spite.

“I really want you there y/n. It’s important.” she answered, trying to recover. There was a softening in your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll be there.”

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★

The week rolled by quickly and the usual flirty banter had died down ever since that conversation. You were too busy with school to stay angry at Ellie, but too proud to try and win her back.

Soon, it was Saturday, the night of Ellie’s show. You sat in front of the mirror ridiculing the makeup you had just applied before she interrupted.

“You better put some pep in your step little lady. We’ve gotta go.” You broke eye contact with yourself to look up at her.

“I promise you look fine, don’t worry.” Ellie reassured, already knowing what you were thinking. You loved how she could read your mind.

Soon, Ellie, her band, and you, all arrived at the venue. You found a spot in the back to sit and wait as they set up to perform. Everything is fine, until out of the corner of your eye, you see devil incarnate hanging around the bar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You quickly whipped out your phone to text Dina about your rotten luck.

After letting her know you looked up to see Ellie walking towards you. Perfect timing.

“Ellie, oh my god, oh my god” you said, antsy to tell her the news.

She met your energy, “What?? Tell me!!”

“Guess who’s here.” you coaxed.

“Idk who?”

“It’s that girl who-”

Before you could finish, “that girl” was now part of your conversation.

“Ellliieeeee!!” she squealed, flying into her arms. (WHAT THE FUCK?!) They both turned to face you and Ellie could tell something was up. Your eye was practically twitching.

“Y/n, this is Cat. She’s my uh-”, Ellie proceeded with caution, “she’s the girl I was telling you about.” You were riddled with disbelief.

Cat interjected, “don’t be coy Els, we’re practically dating.” and then shot you a conniving smile. It was like a huge slap to the face. In fact, it was more like getting kicked in the stomach a couple times. You were winded just standing there. As you searched for the right words to say, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Ellie immediately noticed, “did something happen y/n? You were just fine?”

“Actually, you know what ‘Els’?”, emphasizing the nickname and the promise that came with it, “I was just leaving.” As those last words escaped your mouth, tears began to stream down your face. Feeling absolutely humiliated, you stormed out of the venue, not looking back once. This is the last time Ellie will make you feel inferior.

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auteurdelabre · 5 months

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So Much to Lose (series) Part 1

Series summary: Newly settled into Jackson city and forced to go on patrols with the miserable Joel Miller sets off a chain of events and encounters that have you questioning everything, including your own heart.

Rating: 18+

pairings: Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie x Dina

Series warnings: set during outbreak, guns, Mean!Joel, eventual rough sex (specific tags that comes up) no use of Y/N or detailed physical descriptions.

Patrols were never your thing. You'd thought them more for the super athletic, the expert marksmen, the naturally ruthless.

You were a decent shot. Nothing to write home about. You'd shot animals when you were starving and on the run.

But patrolling the walls of Jackson City was always someone else's gig. Something for people not as "soft".

So when Maria told you that your name was on the roster for that month you'd been surprised.

"But I'm always on kitchen duty."

"We have new folks coming into Jackson," Maria explained, her tone brusque and her eyes weary. "None of them have weaponry experience. You do."

"Barely.

"Barely's better than nothing."

Then she'd moved from you, obviously busy with a myriad of planning and scheduling. You watched her leave, her hand resting over her swollen belly.

You were relatively new to Jackson City, barely six months living behind its sheltered walls. You didn't feel you had earned the right to disagree with Maria or to challenge her ideas.

You've stayed close to home since you're arrival, still not quite used to the life that bustled around you in the market or the dances (real dances!) in the church hall. You don't have friends here yet despite your natural propensity to others. You smile and you greet when faces pass you in the street, but your home is where it's safe.

You suppose this is why you enjoy kitchen duty. Moving around large groups of people, overhearing snatches of conversation of laughter of warmth, but always on the perimeter. Always watching, never engaging on the edges.

Maybe you are more naturally suited for patrols than you originally thought.

But not with weaponry. Shooting your old decommissioned gun is one thing. Using the heavy weapons you see being touted on the broad backs of those heading off on patrol is quite another.

When you see Tommy, one of the nicest people you know (and Maria's husband), walking by your place later that week you hasten to catch up with him.

"It's been years since I shot anything," you explain with a concerned saddle of your brows as you explain Maria's plan for you. "And back then it was only rabbits and deer. Can you just come over and give me some pointers?"

"Can't. Got lots to do to prep for the baby."

Of course, the baby, due any day. The reason for Maria's desperate need to schedule the coming months, and the weary pull of Tommy's eyes as he looks at you.

"But I'll find someone and send em over," Tommy adds when he sees the terror cross your features.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll have your patrol partner come and give you some help tomorrow afternoon. We usually team up the newbies with the more experienced marksman anyway. I'll check with Maria and see who you're paired up with."

Relief blooms in your chest at this. This is the kind of news that you have been hoping for.

The thought that the safety and survival of others would depend solely on you or come down on your shoulders had been making you sick.

"Great."

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You made cookies.

For whatever reason that had felt like the appropriate response to having someone come over and teach you how to properly shoot a gun.

This person, your patrol partner, will be the first to enter your home since you moved in. Maria and Tommy had been there, explaining the expectations of you in the community and showing you the simple one bedroom home that would be yours. All you'd been able to think over and over as they spoke was: a bed of my own. I don't have to share.

Your place is humble but clean. You've tossed around the idea of painting the walls themselves but you don't. That feels too permanent and you've not known the security of stability in decades. It sits uneasily on your shoulders like a too-heavy jacket.

There's a knock at your door and you open it to reveal a tall man with broad shoulders and remarkably expressive eyes. His mouth is set uneasily, as if he's trying to remember what it is to talk.

"You the one that needed gun lessons?"

He's wearing a dark green jacket and on his back is a collection of shotguns that you find intimidating just looking at.

"That's me," you chirp, moving back so he can enter into your home. You introduce yourself, a bit surprised at how the broad man stays hanging by the door.

"Joel," he mutters when you prompt him for his name. "Let's do this outside."

"Sure," you say going to grab your jacket from its hook by the door. "Oh, but did you want a cookie first? I made some."

Joel stares at you for a moment, trying to gauge if you're serious. When he sees you are, he blinks and then starts to walk around to the stretch of greenery near your place.

You follow after him, pulling on your jacket and jogging to keep up.

"Hey Miller," someone calls out from the street and you look over at him in surprise. Joel gives them a small wave and keeps walking.

Miller. Like Tommy and Maria Miller?

"Are you Tommy's brother?"

"Guilty."

Joel walks quickly, his legs scissoring rapidly across the fallen leaves of the cool winter day and easily outpacing you.

Cute, you think, watching his body lope away from you. Intense but cute.

///

Around the five minute mark you realize that no, Joel isn't intense or cute.

He's just a fucking asshole.

He's impatient and grouchy and even though you're trying your hardest to follow instructions you're failing miserably because he is so intimidating.

"You need to familiarize yourself with your weapon," he tells you, brandishing the shotgun and handing it to you. It's heavy in your palms, surprising you.

You grip it loosely, twisting it in your hand to aim at the ground. As you do this, the barrel of the gun swings in his direction.

"Are you insane?" Joel barks, slapping the nozzle away from his direction. "Have you never held a fucking shotgun before?"

He'd been so quiet before that the loud boom of his voice startles you. You take a step back without thinking, sure to keep your barrel pointed at the ground.

You don't bother telling him that no, you've never held a shotgun. You have a feeling that would just piss him off more.

It doesn't get better after that.

"How did they put you on patrols with aim like that?"

You scowl, bringing the gun up to your shoulders to brace. You begin to count as you aim at the tin cans Joel set up. You've hit one out of the six. You attribute much of this to the tall man pacing back and forth behind you as you try to focus. But he terrifies you, and you feel compelled to keep him in the corner your sights until he pauses and you can focus again.

You stare at the dented soup cans resting on the fence post away from you. You can almost hear Dev's soft voice in your ear. The calming sooth of his tone.

"Count if it helps...shoot on three."

"One... two..." you mutter under your breath.

"You're not gonna have time to count when a clicker's coming for your throat," Joel instructs you. "You have to be instinctual. Gotta move fast."

He kicks at your ankles, broadening your stance. You flinch at the pain of his boot against your ankle bone.

"You should be wearin' boots," Joel instructs when he sees you wince in pain. "Sneakers are no good."

"Obviously I would wear boots on patrol," you seethe. "I just figured for practice-"

"You should be wearing what you'll be patrolling in. Don't wear that scarf either."

You pause, looking down to see just your dark blue jacket. "What scarf?"

Joel pauses. "That red one I saw hangin' in your house. It's bright. You'll stand out."

You frown before raising the gun to brace snugly against your shoulder.

For the next hour Joel's voice reaches out, punctuating the air with bits of aggressive sounding advice as you fumble.

"Non-firing hand on the hand stock."

"Finger on the stock behind the trigger guard with the rest of your fingers."

"Cheek tight to the stock."

It's after the third time Joel mutters about your firing position being shit and hits his boots against your ankle that you lose it.

"Enough," you say, placing the gun barrel gently to the ground. "This isn't going to work."

Joel has his arms crossed over his chest and he's watching you from behind a cool gaze.

"We're a bad match" you explain, your cheeks hot from irritation mingled with embarrassment at having to admit that to him. "You need to be able to trust your partner on patrols and I don't see that happening. We shouldn't be paired up."

"Fine by me."

There's relief in his voice. He doesn't want to be paired up with you any more than you do with him. Good, this will be an easy parting.

"You can get Tommy to switch us," you say with a frown at the gun laying by your feet in the grass. "He's your brother after all."

"You wanna be moved, you go to Tommy."

"You're saying you don't wanna be moved?"

You're staring at him confused with eyes that widen as Joel approaches you, his gaze tight on yours.

The toe of his thick boots bump against the tip your sneakers and he tilts his head down, wanting to match your eye level.

"I'm sayin' you don't tell me what to do," Joel rasps "I'm the one who gives orders. Not you."

Whoa.

He wasn't saying it to sound alluring, you know that because you can see the genuine irritation in his dark eyes as they bore into yours. And yet, Joel Miller's husky voice informing you that he gives the orders?

It gives you the tingles.

You swallow thickly and when you don't reply right away Joel makes a scoffing noise in his throat. You watch as he gathers the weapons onto his back and marches out of the clearing, desperate to be away from you.

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"Sounds like it didn't go great with Joel," Tommy says the next morning as he passes you heading for breakfast.

So much for Joel not talking to Tommy. You slow, matching Tommy's pace as he walks alongside you.

"Not a good match," you reply lightly. Tommy is Joel's brother and you don't want to offend anyone. "I'm sorry to be a bother and make you have to reschedule."

"S'okay," Tommy says with a shrug. "I'll switch with him for tomorrow night's patrol. I can give you pointers then."

Relief goes through you, making the smile that cracks your features genuine.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Tommy insists his face in a smile before it becomes drawn. "I know Joel can be a little hard to handle."

Calling Joel hard to handle suggests he's like one of the wild horses in the pens you sometimes walk by, when in reality Joel Miller is just unpleasant.

"Yeah, well," you shrug unsure of what to say so you trail off.

Tommy seems compelled to fill that silence, to explain away his brothers poor social skills.

"He lost a lot during the outbreak."

You nod, trying to look sympathetic but all you can think is,

Didn't we all?

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no-nameno-face · 11 months

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Better Than a Six (AUDIO ONLY)

Ellie Williams x Dina Weed Scene

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, minors do not interact. You will be blocked. sub!dina, dom!ellie, (but also kinda switch energy tbh), lotsss of moaning and heavy breathing, implied sex, sweet, playful, teasing

Author's Notes: ahhhhhhhh... heres my first attempt at the weed scene from tlou2 <3 i might try again, thinking about making a pt.2 with dina "pleasuring" ellie too... cause i get maddd switch vibes from them. like ellie thinks shes a top, but dina can take over for sureeee... I chose to leave this audio a bit up to the imagination, not as description heavy but more ?intimate?... more ?ambiance? (idk how to describe it lol). It feels more canon to the actual scene that way in my opinion. i also think everyone has their own interpretation of how this scene played out so i wanted your mind to have some room to fill in the gaps. hope you guys enjoy!!

(i tried a few new things with the audio and i want some (gentle) feedback plsss... first, a transition using the song from the actual scene into a different one that fit the scene better. there definitely was an attempt made lmfao... second, i split the vocals from the instrumental so i could have the music louder but the singing quieter so it didnt take away from the voice clips. what do we think? i wont be able to do this for all my audios cause it cost money and ya bitch is broke... so only on special occasions like this one... also if you read this far youre the realest and i love you <3)

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noone6252 · 1 year

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i'm scared all the time.

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zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

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i would love to see you write hcs of ellie x reader, fluffy, angsty, and smutty lol

Ellie Williams Headcanons

A/N: Coming right up! I love Ellie, so glad I got a request for her :)

CW: Smut! 18+ plz! Also mentions of smoking weed lol and drinking

Fluff -

100% the big spoon

Calls you sweet names like baby, pretty girl, sweetheart, honey

Loves when you wear her clothes. You don't even need to ask. She's always offering you her shirts, jackets, sweatpants, etc.

She always keeps a protective hand on the small of your back whenever you're in a crowd or around people you don't know all that well

She brags about you all the time. About how smart you are, clever, funny, kind, selfless, whatever the case may be. She can't help but bring it up when you're not around

She's always coming up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, peppering kisses along your neck, your cheek

She's there to steady you when you feel anxious, you'll grab her hand, link your arms, and she's instantly honing all her attention on you and your comfort

She hums songs for you when you can't sleep, brushes through your hair with her fingers, rubs your back

She's totally that significant other that like... transports/escorts you places.. if that makes sense? Like you need to go up the road? She's walking you there and dropping you off. She'll be back to get you later. Are you needed somewhere farther? She's taking you. You're sharing a horse. No questions asked.

Like I seriously think Ellie gives you total princess treatment

Always lets you take the first few hits of the joint

She lets you try her drinks to see if you'd like it for yourself, laughing when your face screws up in disgust at especially strong drinks

She's always making sure you got enough to eat and drink

I think if she saw your shoe untied she'd stop you to bend down and tie it for you, that's how serious she is about doing things for you

Like, she'd fluff your fucking pillows for you if you mentioned they felt a bit flat

Angst -

I think she gets mean when you two fight

Like, she has explosive anger, and she just gets mean

Most of the time, when you two fight, you remove yourself from the situation before it goes too far and you can't come back from it

She scoffs when you walk away, calling after you that you're giving up

And you throw her the finger, going off to find somewhere to scream, or cry, or both

You avoid her for several days

Shrugging off her attempts at affection, when she tries to get you to talk to her

You scowl at her, grumble, roll your eyes, stomp away

"Baby, come on, I'm really sorry..." she tries to plead, and you ignore her, still needing time to calm down

Finally, when she comes knocking at your door, days later, eyes concerned, body language ashamed and shy, you hear her out

She's apologetic, you warn her not to do it again, and then all is well

I think most of the time, you're angry about her recklessness

And she gets angry about your selflessness, when you work too hard and give up too much

It's always out of concern for the other

Smut -

She is sooo pussy whipped

She fucking loves eating your pussy, like she can get pussy drunk FASSSSTTTT

Swear she's licking into your cunt like at least once a day

She makes you cum on her tongue at least twice before she even lets you get her off

She likes it rough and dirty

Spitting

Hair pulling

Spanking

Degradation

She likes sitting in a chair with her legs spread, drink in hand, ordering you to strip

When you go to take your panties off, she tells you to turn around, so she can get a view of your ass and tight hole as you bend over

She likes to bend you over a table, fuck you with her fingers, or a strap, and mock your moans

She totally eats it from the back too

And she'll slip a finger into your ass when she wants to catch you off guard

When she's feeling lazy, she'll have you ride her thigh while she smokes a blunt

You'll bend down, put your lips on hers, and she'll blow the smoke into your mouth

She'll smack at your bouncing tits

She'll swat your ass, spurring you to move faster

And when you cum, she grips your hips, working you into overstimulation

I think for her pleasure, she loves to rub her cunt on yours, loves the feeling of your wet pussy on her own

She likes to have your fingers in her, usually three or four

And though it doesn't happen often, she will occasionally ride your face

Even if you two aren't actively having sex, just making out, she's spitting in your mouth

I also think she's a total panty stealer

She'll drag you off into an alleyway, closet, bathroom, etc.

And she'll pull your panties down your legs, eat you out or finger you

But she won't give them back

She'll pull your pants back on, or straighten your skirt or dress, and tuck your panties into her pocket

You'll smack her arm and demand she give them back

And she'll just smirk, saying, "Come over tonight, and I'll consider it."

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angels-holocaust · 25 days

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Dina Meyer & Costas Mandylor in Secret Agent Man (2000) - episode: The Face

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THE LAST OF US PART II, 2020

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oh sweetheart pt 3

pairing: boxer!ellie x f! jesses sister!reader

word count: 5.4k!!! longest part yet yay

rating: 18+ (smut will be coming in later parts)

warnings: dealer! boxer!ellie, weed, alcohol, boxing, kissing, joel is dead in this, talk of abusive relationship, smoking, they’re drunk but eveything is consensual ofc! lmk if im missing anything

summary: you and ellie share a moment and both of you admit it :)

author notes: hi everyone thank you for all the love on this series <<<333 this is a good one! not all the way edited yet but i wanted to post cause i finished it 20 minutes ago! sorry for the wait but i think maybe some smut in the near future ;) requests are open and id love any feedback. thank you for 200 followers and over almost 2000 likes!! this is unbelievable and im so grateful! pls let me know if u want to be added to the taglist!!!

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finally friday is here, it feels like you’ve been counting the minutes until you see her again. you woke up around eleven am and put water in the kettle to make yourself some tea as you went to the bathroom to get your morning routine done, paramore playing over your speaker in the bathroom. your routine is something you’ve started to build since you moved to try and keep your anxiety at bay, not all the time it works but its a good way to get your day started. you started with washing your face, brushing your teeth, then brushing the bedhead out of the mess you call hair.

a couple minutes later, you hear the kettle hiss and you make your way back to the kitchen and turn off the stove. you picked your favorite mug out of your cabinet and make your tea. leaving the kitchen, you went back to sit on the couch and think about a million different outcomes that would possibly happen tonight when you see her. you wonder if you’re reading too much into the way she talked to you, was she even flirting with you at all? or just being nice? did she just feel bad about seeing what happened outside her gym?

your phone buzzed in the mist of your thoughts on your and you read a text from dina telling you they’re leaving for the gym around 7 and if you wanted a ride. before responding you pulled up the weather app on your phone and decided you could walk there, its a warm summer day out again and by the time the sun fell, it would be cool enough to walk and it was only about 15 minutes from your house, that and leaving open the possibility that she would want to drive you home again.

you texted her back saying that you would just meet them there. you looked at the time seeing its about eleven thirty so you still have a while until you have to leave. you decided you were gonna be productive today. you did laundry and washed your sheets, did the dishes, vacuumed, cleaned the bathroom and made a sandwich for lunch even thought by now it was 4 o clock. as you were walking around your apartment, you made a mental note to try and find some nice thrift stores around to help you decorate your place. you made your way to your bathroom to shower for tonight.

you love taking long showers, its your guilty pleasure. thanking god that your landlord pays your water bill as you dried off from the shower, put on your strawberry lotion, a big black t-shirt and fuzzy socks to hang around in while you did your hair and minimal makeup. you couldn’t stop thinking about seeing her tonight. new girl was playing on the tv in your room as you finished the final touches on your face. doing light everything since its hot but still wanting to look nice for the occasion: finally seeing her again.

four episodes later and its 6 o clock so you change into a pair of black levi shorts and a green top. your hair and makeup still looked good from earlier so nothing to touch up but you still triple checked yourself. you wish you could have smoked today to help beat the nerves but you wouldn’t have anything until tonight, smiling to yourself thinking of you and her on the phone both laughing when you asked if she was bribing you. you slipped on your converse, grabbed your bag, and locked the front door behind you and started making your way to ellie’s gym.

you got there around seven and you didn’t see jesses car yet but you did see hers. ellie’s beat up 2000 green honda cry sat in a spot towards the back of the parking lot. memories of you leaning on her window practically admitting you liked when she called you sweetheart and the peaceful feeling of comfortable silence you both held.

you heard someone call your name in the distance to turn and see dina getting out of the car, you were so concentrated on ellies car you didn’t even see them pull in. you made your way over and greeted them with a hug as dina wrapped your arm in hers and dragged you in with her, jesse following behind. you tried to calm your nerves but it just wasn’t working. not nervous about being here, even after what happened outside with the man last time, but of seeing her again. you’ve only spoken to her a handful of times but you thought of her more times than you can count.

as soon as you made it closer towards the front door, it was loud, like the first time you were here. loud people, loud lights, loud everything but now knowing it was ellie’s changed it. jesse held the door as dina went in first and you both followed. florescent lights beamed from above you, shining on the sweaty bodies in the gym. it was just like it was the first time you came. your nerves followed you everywhere, but it was worth seeing her again.

you went in and dina guided you guys to the same table you had last time. you wonder if they sit here every time. you looked around for ellie but you didn’t see her anywhere. you saw her car so she has to be here.

dina and jesse got up to go get drinks from the makeshift bar while you sat and waited for them to bring back your drink. you looked over to them waiting their turn when you heard something behind you.

“hey sweetheart,” she whispered close to your ear, and before you could respond she pulled out the the seat next to you and sat down.

“hey ellie,” you said almost startled. she was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a black t shirt and all her tattoos were showing this time. it was almost mind blowing seeing her and you couldn’t even explain what it did to you. you don’t understand why a girl you barely know has this effect on you.

“i told you to call me el,” she said and laughed kindly towards you, “i have the stuff for you” she finished.

“oh thank you, i’d hope so considering that’s the reason i came,” you joked.

“wait you mean you didn’t come to see me?” she said sounding fake hurt.

“that was just a plus,” you flirted. dina and jesse came back to the table with the drinks before she responded to you and they both greeted ellie as they sat.

“hey els we didn’t see you before we ordered the drinks, i can go get one for ya?” jesse asked her.

“nah i’ll wait til the next round, thanks though” she told him. she smiled at you and the conversation started between all four of you, before you knew it an hour and a half passed, you had more three more rounds and just enjoyed your friday night. the match started and you find it so convenient that you can still see the ring from where the table is so theres no need to get up and watch considering its not ellie up there.

you watched for a bit until it was coming to the end, cheering erupted and ellie told dina and jesse that she was going out for a smoke, before she got up, she leaned over to you and whispered “you coming sweetheart?” softly in your ear, her face inches away from yours, then she moved back and smiled. she held out her hand and you held it as she pulled you up with her as you blushed so hard, you swear you turned into a tomato.

your eyes stayed on her hand holding yours and the beautiful moth tattoo covering her arm, not believing that she’s actually touching you again. you followed behind her as she moved with you through the gym towards the door, as you walked out still hand in hand you saw the side of the building, it was the same place she defended you the first time you met her.

she lead you over to a bench that you never even realized was there. your hands broke as you both sat, she went pull out her cigarette pack and the lighter from her back pocket when she noticed you were staring at her still. she smirked as she opened the pack, and surprisingly pulled out a joint. she put it in her mouth and brought the lighter up to it before telling you “its not polite to stare sweetheart.”

you blushed and looked away as soon as she said it. she laughed and she passed the joint to you, you told her you just couldn’t help it. and you really couldn’t, she’s breathtaking. the way her freckles danced across her whole face, her eyes had a small tint of brown circling her iris, the scar on her right eyebrow, the way her lips just sat perfectly on her face. you so badly want to reach out and touch them again.

you hit it a couple times, you are sure your cheeks haven’t been back to normal since you saw her and you wonder if she’s noticed. you passed her back the joint and she staring at you taking in every detail of you too as she brought it to her mouth and took a hit. blowing out the smoke she smirked, and said “i can’t either sweetheart.”

she leaned back against the bench, legs spread a little as she handed you the joint and asked, “so what brought you here besides jesse?” she acquired. you told her about living in brooklyn, above the cafe you worked and how your time spent there wasn’t totally great but the real reason was running from a shitty past, you weren’t ready to tell her specifics but you told her that’s why you left, you had to get away from what happened there but it was more like who. she told you she understood and then she told you “well i’m glad you’ve made your way here sweetheart.”

you don’t know if it was the alcohol or weed but you sat outside on the bench for another 20 minutes, smoking and laughing as you talked about so much: you talked about the tv shows you’re both watching, the albums you had on repeat, the guilty pleasures you both had and what you both did in your free time. you spoke to one another like you’ve known each other for years. it just feels so good to talk to someone like this again.

she learned that your parents live in portland, so moving coasts was a big deal but you felt like you were on auto-pilot growing up and you knew you had to get out when you could, she learned that you dropped out of college two years and haven’t made any plans to go back but you would like to. you told her a couple funny stories about you and jesse growing up and she laughed at them all.

you found out that she plays guitar and that she spends time drawing and journaling. you learn that ellie was adopted when she was 14, she grew up in boston, and she has an older sister named sarah but that she doesn’t come around much anymore since she gotten married. she told you that her dad passed away from a heart attack about a year ago and since then, her and her uncle tommy.

“im sorry to hear about your dad els” you sympathized.

“its okay sweetheart, just fucking sucks sometimes.” she responded softly as she put the joint out next to her and slipped it back in her cigarette pack. instead this time she pulled out a cigarette and lit that this time. she slid it in her pocket before she stood up off the bench, offering you her hand again and said you should probably head back inside.

you grabbed her warm hand and stood up to follow her, you started the walk towards the side door but before she opened it, she turned around to you and faced you.

“hey sweetheart?” she asked.

“yes els?” you waited for her to continue, her hand still covering yours.

“im glad you came sweetheart, this was nice, i mean as nice as it gets sitting on the side of this place,” she laughed softly, you felt like she was closer than ever but maybe because you just wanted her to be, “you know, id love to do this again.. and maybe play you something on my guitar.. if you want.” she said almost nervously, feeling the urge to look away from you.

“i would love that els.” you said, looking up from staring at your hands together to smiling in her face. you cant believe she asked you, part of you prayed she would, you knew there was a connection here. she realized it too. your eye contact never faded as you stood here.

“great, im looking forward to it more than you know,” she told you sweetly. she let go out hand and you felt slight disappoint in your heart as you assumed she was going to turn around and open the door and this moment would be over. instead, she brought her hand up to your face and let it rest on your cheek as she brushed her thumb over it. the touch of her warm hand sent sparks through your body this time and you couldn’t be bothered moving as she grew closer to you.

“you have no idea how much i wanna kiss you right now.” she whispered, from only what felt like two inches away from your lips. fuck, you thought silently. she was so close to you, you could feel her breathe as she spoke.

“please do it.” you practically whined, you couldn’t take this anymore. all you wanted to do was feel her lips on yours. after you spoke, you felt her thumb move from your cheek to brushing your lips softly. the drinks you had definitely brought out your confident and the want you had for her.

“oh sweetheart,” she purred towards you, “how badly i want to but it has to be more special than this.” she said moving her thumb back to your red cheek.

“just as long as it happens el,” you responded, breathing heavier as your nerves grew in anticipation.

she nodded as she slowly moved her hand off your face and brought it down to your hip and gave it a squeeze, still smiling at you as she reached to open the door and let you through in front of her.

you walk back into the gym and went to find jesse and dina. you saw jesse at the bar and ellie went over to him, telling you she was getting more drinks. you went over to dina at the table and took a seat next to her. you asked her how the match went and she told you same as always and nothing crazy this time.

“you guys were out there for a while, whats up with that?” dina asked while smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“dina…” you laughed, “we just smoked and talked for a bit.” you replied to her.

“sureeee that’s all, we see the way you look at her!”, she squealed, “and the way she looks at you, it just seems pretty obvious.”

you laughed and told her that nothing happened yet but you did admit to her that you wanted it to.

“stop we knew it!” she laughed loudly and hit the table in excitement. you pulled your hands to your face that was full of embarrassment.

“what do you mean you knew it, was it obvious?” you gasped. your eyes darting towards ellie at the makeshift bar.

“to me and jesse yes.” she told you still smiling over the fact that her two friends maybe starting something new soon.

as you went to reply, the drinks were on the table, jesse and ellie were back already at the table pulling their chairs. the conversation between you and dina came to a halt as you all started talking. you all sat, conversing and finished your last round by the time it hit around 11 pm. you were getting tired and you were definitely drunk after all the rounds of drinks everyone bought. the matches ended an hour ago and you guys were the last few people left besides the lady behind the bar and a couple stragglers paying their tab and chatting.

“hey i think me and d are gonna head out,” he said looking over to dina, who was definitely feeling all the drinks she had, he laughed and said, “this one needs to make it home into bed. can you make it home okay? i can take you now if you need” he asked talking to you.

“no i’m gonna take her home.” ellie cut in before you could respond. you looked at her and smiled as jesse told you to text when you both got home safe. he helped dina up and they made their way to the door. your eyes followed til they left and then you turned to ellie, who was already staring at you.

“that okay sweetheart? that i take you home again?” she asked smirking towards you.

“yeah els, that’s okay.” you blushed as she stood up and put her hand out for the third time tonight. you connected your hands again. touching her had your skin was burning up. you followed her into a back office. paperwork, receipts, and random things littered the room. as you looked around and saw a decent couch, a safe in the corner and a coffee area on a little table and a large desk with folders and boxes of things you didn’t know.

you watched as ellie disconnected your hands to go over to pick up her backpack from the side of the couch and then she grabbed a jacket she had hanging over the deck of the chair to the desk, she slid it over her shoulders then grabbed a piece of paper, writing something non legible from where you were standing. she smiled when she turned towards you and held her arm out motioning to the door for you guys to exit.

the stragglers were gone and the bartender bid ellie goodnight as she walked out the front door. you walked the distance of the gym and made it to the door with ellie, she leaned over and turned the lights off and then held the door opened for you.

you told her thank you and she nodded towards you, “i think we should walk, it’s not far from your apartment.” she spoke looking towards you for confirmation as she turned and locked up the gym for the night.

“that’s okay but how are you going to get home without your car?” you asked. you didn’t want her walking home alone either, you knew she could handle herself but still, the thought made you worry.

“i’m only 5 minutes away from you actually so its not far, ill be back for my car tomorrow.” she told you. you nodded and both of you continued to walk the sidewalk in a comfortable silence next to each other. you glanced up at the sky, noticing the stars and the way the moon beamed over the city. it was so much cooler now than it was earlier and you moved to brush over the goosebumps that covered your arms. ellie noticed your movement and took off her jacket. you turned when you noticed what she was going and told her, “no its okay we’ll be there soon i don’t need it.”

“sorry sweetheart, got to make sure you stay warm.” she smirked as she put it over your shoulders and watched as you put your arms in. you smiled to her as you readjusted it and continued the walk to your place. the smell of her engulfed you and you’ve never felt so comfortable.

“its so beautiful.” you whispered, “and quiet, new york was never like this. they don’t lie when they say the city never sleeps ya know?” you finished.

the city you moved to that you wish you could escape from. the shitty and abusive relationship you wish you could leave behind. the things you tried the most to forget. you never spoke about it, you just ran. the city you wished had better memories connected with it. but now all you want is to create new memories.

when you moved across the country, you told yourself that you’re not getting into anything here because you know you need to heal from the those years of abuse and insecurity so the last thing you expected was to meet ellie and end up feeling this way about her. you don’t want this to happen and you ruin it because you aren’t okay but with her, you feel like you could be okay one day.

“i could only imagine, boston was a busy place too but not the same, it always is quiet here.” she chuckled softly.

“i love it, things finally seem calm now.” you smiled as you looked her. she took in the sight of you in her jacket and she loved it. she can only imagine seeing you wear her t shirts… or nothing at all. she shook the thoughts from her head but she just couldn’t help it. you were the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen. you were breathtaking. she couldn’t believe she’d met someone like you in this shitty small town.

the town where her dad and her moved, and the memories of them together haunted her. now that he was gone, she knew a piece of her was missing. things were incomplete without him. he was all she thought about, the guilt of what happened and how she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

the only time ellie wasn’t thinking about joel was when she was thinking about you, she was grateful that she met you. she didn’t know what this was going to turn into but she hoped it would be something. she sees the effects she has on you and she wishes she really knew how to communicate with you that she feels the same way about you.

you continued the walk in a comfortable silence, both of you wrapped in your thoughts of each another and eventually made it to the front of your building. you turned to face her with a smile,“here i am,” you spoke softly to her, not wanting the night to come to an end.

“here you are, thank you for letting me take you home sweetheart, call it peace of mind,” she admitted.

“thank you for walking me els… do you want to come up?” you said without a thought. you didn’t know if this is was the alcohol talking but you know you didn’t regret it when you said it and you wish that’s what you could blame it on but you knew you wanted this even sober.

“if you want me to sweetheart” she smirked as she responded.

you stepped closer to her as you looked at her, only a couple inches away from her face, watching her eyes move from your eyes to your lips. you knew you both could feel the tension.

“please just say yes.” you sighed wishing you could feel her lips on yours already.

“okay sweetheart, lets go.” she pulled away but connected your hands and it took you a second to recognize that she agreed. you turned around, suddenly nervous about the fact that she’s going to see where you spend your days. you opened the door to the lobby, and ellie held the door as you both walked in. she followed you up the stairs by the front, and you made your way to the front door as you held ellie’s hand in one and used the other to pull your keys from your bag.

you unlocked the door and you brought ellie in with you before the door was shut and you were locking it. you took off her jacket and put it on your coat rack and turned to look at her.

“okay it’s kind of a mess so i’m sorry but-“ you started before she cut you off.

“sweetheart, your place is practically spotless, you should see mine.” ellie laughed.

you laughed as you pulled ellie over to the green couch that took up a lot of your living room but it was a dream purchase and you loved it. you told ellie to take a seat as you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some water for you both. as you were walking back towards her, she was digging around in her backpack. as you placed the waters down and took a seat, she pulled out weed in a jar and handed it to you.

“here this is yours.” she said.

“oh thank you! i totally forgot, do you want to smoke now- fuck i don’t think i have anything to roll with.” you told her as you went to open the windows in your living room.

instead of saying anything, she reached back into her backpack and pulled out a jar of already rolled joints.

“i came prepared.” she laughed, “and you won’t owe me anything for that.” she said, motioning to the stuff she gave you as her hands were cracking open the jar of pre-rolls.

“ellie- no i’ll give you the cash,” but she shook her head no and brought the lighter to the joint between her lips.

“no, it’s on me, don’t worry about it.” she responded as she took a hit.

“do you give other people weed for free?” you asked, looking at her as she was smoking while sitting next to you on the couch. you wish you could stay like this forever.

“only pretty girls that i like…” she said sweetly as you held eye contact as she handed you the joint.

“oh so you think i’m pretty?” you teased her as you took a hit.

“sweetheart, i think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” she told you. you instantly blush and look away from her, trying not to choke on the smoke you held in your lungs.

“thank you els, i think you’re beautiful.” you said to her. when you looked up, you saw her cheeks tint lightly as she grabbed the joint you held out to her.

“thanks sweetheart.” she said as she put the joint down on a cup at the table you’d been using as an ashtray and she brought her hand up and held your cheek like she did earlier. you couldn’t help yourself as you nuzzled your face into her warm hand. your eye contact only made the tension in the room worse.

“you really are beautiful… sweetheart, can i?” she asked as she looked down at your lips. you nodded and as she came closer, your lips just barely brushing, as she asked, “i need to hear you pretty girl.”

“yes please els- please just kiss me already.” you begged.

her lips were on yours before you could even realized this was actually happening. your lips moved slow together at first but you couldn’t help yourself from deepening the kiss as ellie brought her other hand up and tangled it in your hair as you moaned, her tongue slipped into your mouth, both of you tasting the weed and alcohol you consumed.

one of your hand rested against her chest and the other gripping her arm as you melted into the kiss. both ellie’s hands were in your hair now as your tongues continued to fight for dominance but you let her win and moaned again and she swallowed it as she kissed you.

ellie pulled your leg over her lap so you straddled her, never breaking your lips apart. your lips continued to move in sync as you grinded against her. her hands on your hips moving with you. your lips stay connected until you broke the kiss to come up for air and rested your forehead on hers.

“you okay sweetheart?” ellie panted as she caught her breath too.

“yes els just need a second.” you said as your eyes stayed shut while you tried to control your breathing. you couldn’t believe that you guys finally kissed. the tension was killing you both and now it’s finally happened.

“hey it’s okay, take your time sweetheart.” ellie said as she rubbed a hand along your thigh at a comfortable pace, brushing the cloth from your shorts as she moved it. she brought the other one up to your cheek and lifted your head to look at you. you looked tired and ellie didn’t want to take full advantage of you after you guys had been drinking and smoking all night.

“hey sweetheart, lets get you to bed, we’ll finish this another time i promise.” she said sweetly as you mumbled an “okay els thank you,” and moved off her lap to sit back on the couch. ellie stood up and offered her hand. you stood up and walked both of you to your bedroom.

you moved to sit on the edge of your king sized bed and ellie stood in front of you still holding your hand as you asked her if she wanted to stay the night because it was late and you didn’t want her walking home.

“sure sweetheart i’ll sleep on the couch, and only for your peace of mind.” she chuckled, thinking back to the conversation earlier.

“els we can share the bed, it’s okay, i’ll keep my hands to myself.” you joked and she laughed.

“i don’t think i’d be complaining if you couldn’t but i’m okay on the couch.” ellie insisted.

“els please just lay with me.” you said looking up at her as she moved her hand to rest on your cheek again.

“okay sweetheart.” she finally agreed.

you smiled up at her and you took ellie’s hand from your face and guided her into the bathroom connected to your room. she watched as you bent down and opened the sink cabinet and grabbed a toothbrush. you turned around and handed it to her with a smile. you guys brushed your teeth and then went back into your bedroom.

ellie stood here as you moved across the room to your dresser, and pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from your drawer and handed them over to ellie. she told you thank you and you smiled at her. ellie walked into the bathroom to change and you walked back to the dresser. you stripped yourself of your shirt and bra before throwing on a different oversized tee and changing your underwear. you didn’t even realize you were soaked after what happened on the couch.

ellie watched you as she leaned against the bathroom door frame as you untangled the sides of your underwear after you pulled them up.

“you’re perfect”, she thought in head before speaking out loud. “thanks sweetheart.” you turned around when ellie spoke, sending her a smile before you moved to your side of the bed, you grabbed the duvet and moved it so you both were able to get in your bed.

you and ellie laid facing each other in a comfortable silence as you were both growing incredibly tired. you felt your eyes starting to get heavy and felt ellie’s hand brush your hair back from your face so you kept your eyes open to look at her.

“el?” you whispered.

“yes sweetheart?” she spoke quietly back to you.

“i really like you… i don’t know if this is too early but it just feels right.”

“i feel it too sweetheart, i like you too so don’t worry,” ellie said softly, hand still holding your face, “now get some sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning pretty girl.”

“goodnight els.” you whispered.

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l44serbeam · 9 months

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— JUST A LITTLE ʚɞ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄

general warnings: ellie williams x fem reader, lowk toxic ellie and y/n, touches dark and triggering subjects (talk of domestic abuse, talk of sexual violence, harassment, talk of mental illness), drinking, smoking (both maryj and tobacco), smut, intoxicated sex,

— Frenemies since junior year of high-school, Ellie and y/n have no choice but to tolerate one another after so many years. One never-ending night hazed with liquor, clouds of smoke, and unexpected circumstances led to weeks worth of resurfacing buried emotions that put into question what truly laid beneath the surface of years worth of bickering and sour comments.

— 0. INTRODUCTION

— 1. FRENEMIES

— 2. SWEET N’ SOUR

— 3. CHAPSTICK

— …ongoing

— bonus messages

THE SPICE GIRLS

THE SMART ONES

THE MORE SMARTER ONES

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beforeimdeceased · 8 months

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DARK CONTENT! ⚠︎ — abuse, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, and rough sex. please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics.

been meaning to talk about how scary the toxic!series girls are to me, but i never got around to it until today.

i don’t think scary is the word though, horrifying is much for fitting. these girls have their video game personalities magnified to an extent.

ellie is a fighter and incredibly determined. once she sets her mind on something she will get it. she’s also got a foul mouth, which is ofcourse a way to cope. what is all that aimed at you?

restless nights wondering when she’s going to find you again. she’s told you over and over again that no matter where you go and no matter how far she’ll find you. she has people all around that look for you. she will break into your house in the middle of the night just to make sure she wakes up next to you.

abby is unsure of herself and really just wants to be loved. she’s a soldier and incredibly protective. and when that’s all projected at you?

fighting. countless days and nights of you arguing because she said something cruel when she was mad at you. called you stupid or dumb or a bitch. said you don’t know what you want and if you ever figured it out you wouldn’t know how to get it. she’s the queen of projecting.

dina is a lovergirl, confidence in herself, and a real ride or die. always there for the people she loves. and when that’s all directed at you?

she will fight to the ends of the earth for you. literally physically fight. there are so many moments where you’ve had to tend to her wounds. scratches, bloody knuckles, and bruises from her beating up people she derived as a threat. to her. to you. to your relationship.

they’re complex characterizations that i was very happy to introduce to all of you. ofcourse they can be kind and sweet, but they can also be scary. they are themselves to the extremes. they’re mean. ellie will slap you out of habit because it’s the only way she thinks you’ll learn. abby is rough when you’re fucking because she doesn’t want you to get the idea that she actually loves you. dina is clingy and refuses to leave you alone. ever.

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Can you make a Ellie Williams x reader where Ellie gets jealous and overstimulation y/n (I'm kinky 🚪🚶🏾‍♀️)

Unknowing yet Smart

Ellie Williams x Reader 18+

“Where’s that smart mouth now, huh?”

Her words circled your mind, clouded by the pleasure of her cock slamming right into you. Your hands tied together above your head, the bed posts keeping them in place so you couldn’t even dare to disobey her again.

Again.

Doing it the first time was a risk not many would take, but technically it wasn’t your fault since it was Dina who came up to you first…you weren’t the bad guy, you were ‘just talking’ to her. Now you were here, taking every single thrust, touch and moan she would give you.

“P-Please.” She’d not let you cum yet, and she started almost two hours ago. “I’ll be good, please.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum, slut?” Her lips skimmed yours as the hand on her neck squeezed again, taking away the little oxygen you did managed to get in. “You can cum, but I’m not stopping.”

The second part of that sentence went completely over your head, tears brimming your eyes as she reached down to circle your clit, her hips still thrusting into you without mercy. It didn’t take long for you to feel the coil snap, your juices coating yours as well as Ellie’s thighs.

She looked down between your legs, a little smirk plastered on her lips as she kept going in and out of you without a care in the world.

“W-wait…” you gasped, pulling at the restraints to try and slow her down. It of course didn’t work, she just kept going and going and you could feel your lungs burn more and more. “It’s too much, please.”

“I told you I’m not stopping.”

You cried out, but you knew she wouldn’t stop.

“I’ll carry on until I’ve fucked every last drop of stupidity out of you.”

THE END

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guilty conscience ☆ part three

← part 1 , part 2 ⭑ part 4 , part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.7k

|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, heavy on sexual themes, cat lol, reader throws up, drinking, smoking, ellie acting like a piece of shit, almost kinda cheating

a/n: lots of character development in this part. looking forward to the next one though cause it will be getting sick, twisted, and hot. yes everyone, its true, expect some smut!!!! anyways hope you like all this crazy angst. thanks for all the support on previous parts, it means so much to me fr ♡

That night you went home early, never seeing Ellie’s band play. You don’t even have the energy to take off the makeup you had done special for that evening. You quickly changed to your pajamas, then slipped right into bed, all while maintaining a steady flow of tears.

You attempted to go to sleep, in fact, that’s all you really wanted to do. You didn’t want to feel the hurt of Ellie anymore. Unfortunately, sleep wasn’t in your near future. The night continued to play on a loop in your mind driving you insane. You questioned why you ever thought she would feel the same way about you as you did her. You felt stupid.

Ellie arrived home later that night. Not ready to face her just yet, you turned towards the wall and pretended to sleep. She would’ve fell for it too, but the hitch in your breath as you tried to swallow your sobs gave you away.

“Hey… uh, are you alright?” she gently inquired. Ellie was perplexed, still not understanding why you had stormed out on her and never came back. Has she done something to you? Or maybe you were jealous of Cat? She wanted to hear you say the words.

“If you think I’m crying over you, I-I’m not. I’m fine.” you finally muttered, putting all your defenses up. You felt embarrassed for feeling so strongly about her. This answer broke Ellie’s heart and she wasn’t quite sure why. She wished you would’ve stayed for her show, it was important, but it seemed like you could care less how your actions affected her. You humbled her in the worst way possible and it made her, in a way, resentful. Resentful enough that she wouldn’t open her eyes to the obvious fact that the two of you were more than just roommates.

Ellie responded, impulsive and pissed off, “Well fine, I’m glad. I- I really like Cat, and I don’t need you screwing this up for me.”

“Me??? Mess it up for you??? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.” You cringed hearing yourself be so cruel to the girl you love. You didn’t mean it.

That night neither of you slept and it was like that for the rest of the week. You hung around Dina as much as you could to avoid Ellie's presence. Being around her was like torture. Even more like torture was the fact that you were keeping it all a secret from Dina. You felt like a fool for getting into such a stupid situation. You’d just get embarrassed and start tearing up if you tried to tell her. But that didn’t stop Dina from asking. The other day, the two of you were hanging out and she brought up Cat, or as she liked to call her “the cunt from class”, never bothering to learn her real name.

“What ever happened with that cunt from class being at Ellie’s show the other night?”

“Oh Cat? Yeah, I guess she just happened to see a flyer and showed up. I don’t really know.” you replied trying not to sound too suspicious.

“Cat? You guys are on a first name basis now?” She chuckled, noticing your sudden unusual behavior, and questioning how you knew her name. You laughed along with her trying to play it off. Dina didn’t wanna pry though, she knew you’d tell her when you were ready. You loved how patient she was with you. You never had those kinds of friends back home. Dina saw your eyes soften as you admired the friendship the two of you shared.

“What?” she teased.

“I just love you Dina, that's all.” you said matter-of-factly and leaned in for a big embrace. She grabbed the sides of your face and leaned in to plant a kiss on the top of your head. Whatever was going on, she knew you needed the love.

“Love you too y/n.” she smiled back at you.

Taking advantage of the tender moment Dina mentioned, “by the way, there’s this party happening Friday and I think we should go.”

“I don’t know about a party…” you said reluctantly. You had been so down lately that you didn’t feel like partying, but that’s exactly why Dina insisted you go.

“Pleaseeee Y/n!!! A party would do you some good, You’ve been such a sad sack lately.” She was practically begging, so you gave up and agreed to go.

Meanwhile Ellie was being dragged around by Cat. It’s not that Cat was all bad news. There were some times where Ellie really liked hanging around her but it was mostly when the two of them were alone. Anytime other people came around, Cat’s attitude shifted and she became defensive and insecure. It’s like the presence of others presented this possibility that she could be abandoned by Ellie. Everyone felt like a threat.

Ellie disliked that side of her, but she could also sympathize. She knew what it felt like to be rejected and forgotten about, I mean, you were doing that to her right now. You were barely around anymore, always with that Dina girl. Maybe that was the real reason Ellie kept Cat around;

She knew she would never leave her. And if one day she did, deep down, Ellie knew she wouldn’t really care. Not like how she cares about you.

On Friday you headed over to Dina’s place and the two of you got ready for the party together. Dina did your makeup for you, she even put glitter under your eyes for a special touch.

“You look so hot bro. The sparkles are adorable, you’re like a little fairy” Dina exclaimed, proud of her work. You looked in the mirror and smiled. You haven't felt this good in a while. Once you guys arrived at the party you went straight to the backyard of the frathouse to smoke. No way you’d be here sober.

You lit the end of the pink joint and said, “I hate to admit it but… I think you were right D. I really did need this.” You took a hit and then passed it over to her.

“What? The joint? Or some quality time with your best friend?” she teased.

“Honestly, both.” The two of you burst into laughter at your blunt response, beginning to feel the high. Even after you finished smoking, you remained outside sitting on the steps. You had gotten so wrapped into conversation with each other that you almost forgot you were at a party. With the sudden realization you were still outside and the sound of Come Get Her playing on the speakers inside, you and Dina finally decided to get up and party.

That is, until Dina gets a call from her sister and has to step aside. You wait for her, leaning on the doorframe. As she talks there’s a serious look on her face. She finally finishes her conversation and looks to you to break the news.

“Y/n I’m really sorry, but I’ve gotta go. A family emergency came up and I gotta go help out my sister like right now.” You could tell by her tone that it was urgent and she genuinely felt bad for having to ditch you.

She continued, “but you, please stay. I think I just saw Ellie inside and I’m sure she’d be happy to party with you.” Not wanting to reveal your current situation with Ellie, you went along with it. You know Dina was only trying to help.

“Don't even worry about it D. I completely get it, family first. I love you.” you replied, bringing her in for a hug.

“Okay good, thank you for understanding babe. Byeee.” And with that, Dina was gone, and you were left to face this party alone. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was really Ellie that Dina had seen, or if she was just a little too high. Ellie didn’t seem like the frat party type, but honestly, neither did you. Even though you weren’t necessarily on speaking terms with her, you decided to go inside and look anyway.

That’s when you spot her with none other than Cat the cunt. She was hanging all over Ellie, it was almost gross. The sight left you sick and you straight-lined it to the alcohol to take a couple shots. Those couple of shots led to a couple more, and then a couple more as you watched Ellie and Cat practically suck each other’s faces off. You couldn’t stop staring though, it was almost sadistic.

Busy chaperoning the obnoxious couple, you managed to lose track of the amount of alcohol you were consuming. The nausea hit you like a truck and you stumbled to a dirty couch trying to deep breath through the churning of your stomach. A familiar voice interrupts your attempt at self-soothing.

“Y/n?” You look up at the sound of your name coming from your favorite person's mouth. As you opened yours to greet her, all that came out were chunks. Ellie jumped back, just missing the splash zone. Your throw up now soaked the frat house couch and the floor surrounding. And in front of Ellie? How embarrassing. While you were busy cursing yourself in your head for making such a scene, Ellie was cursing herself for not finding you sooner.

The idea of you drunk and all alone at a frat party scared her, and she was your protector. With that scenario flashing through her mind she scooped you into her arms and rushed you to the bathroom. The whole world was spinning as Ellie plopped you onto the floor in front of the toilet. She held back your hair and rubbed your back as you continued to vomit. You were already beginning to sober up as your body rid you of the intoxicating liquid. Ellie pushed at your baby hairs and wiped at the sweat collecting on your temples from the heaving. Despite everything, Ellie really did care for you. She couldn’t stand to see you in pain. And she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting you either.

“Come back to my bandmates with me. Please?” Ellie finally spoke.

Feeling the nausea dissipate, you responded, “thanks for your help but I think I’ll be fine just walking back to the dorm.”

“A drunk girl walking 20 minutes across campus, in the dark, alone??? That’s like the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.” Ellie hated how stubborn you were.

“I’m not even that drunk anymore,” you paused for a beat, “but fine. I’ll go with you.” Ellie sighed in relief. She put you under her arm and started leading you to the door. She was so warm and you felt so safe. As she walks outside, Ellie spots Cat and knows she’s in trouble. Ellie gently sits you down on the curb so she can go deal.

“Els, what the fuck is she doing here?” Cat spits as soon as Ellie is in listening distance.

“Listen Cat, I don’t know, but she’s really messed up and I can’t just leave her here.”

Cat raises her voice, louder this time, “what do you mean?? Are you really picking her over me?”

“I didn’t know I had to pick. Shes my fucking friend Cat.”

“But- but… I’m your girlfriend” she says, voice trembling with insecurity.

Ellie turns to leave the exhausted conversation, “it doesn’t work like that. I- I’ve gotta go now, we’ll talk about this later. I'm sorry.”

The next thing you know you’re sitting in a strangers kitchen and Ellie is force feeding you crackers and water, trying to sober you up. Just being there with her is already making you feel so much better. You talk and giggle through the night like you guys had never even fought. A sleeve of Saltines, 3 glasses of water, and 2 Advil later you’re beginning to feel a little more like your normal self.

This doesn’t stop Ellie from coddling you like a little baby for the rest of the night. She took off your makeup for you and even let you borrow the extra T-shirt she had brought in her backpack. You slipped into the bathroom to change into your makeshift pajamas. You stared back at your reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile seeing yourself in nothing but Ellie’s baggy shirt. It was just like in your dreams; except now you were in her clothes for a different reason, not because you guys just finished having mind blowing sex. How unfortunate. You went back out into the living room and stood in front of Ellie.

“So uh, where should I sleep?” you asked with an awkward smile. Your shoulders shrunk in and you fidgeted with your charm bracelet as you waited for a response. The silence continued to drag out because Ellie was too busy imagining her own fantasies. Her heart fluttered as you stood there all coy in her shirt. She pictured you in the same exact outfit making pancakes for the both of you in the kitchen of your shared apartment. She imagined sneaking up behind you to feel your figure through the baggy clothes. She’d plant kisses all over your neck until you would finally turn around from your cooking to give her a real ki-

“Ellie..?”

Your words managed to drag her out of the fake scenario, “shit yeah um. This is a pull out couch so we can set you up there.” Ellie gestured to the couch in the middle of the room and then got up to pull it out. She fixed it up with sheets and a pillow provided by her generous bandmate who was in her bedroom just down the hall. You climbed into the covers and sat as you waited for Ellie to join you. Instead she set up on the floor next to you.

Confused with her behavior you stated, “you can sleep up here with me. You know that right?”

“I guess I kinda thought you wouldn’t want me to.” Ellie confessed, tilting her head down in shame.

“Of course I want you to Els.” She missed hearing you call her that, how could she refuse? Ellie climbed right into bed and there was an immediate increase in tension. The thought of you right beside her with just a shirt and panties drove Ellie wild. She felt like such a piece of shit for even thinking like that, but part of her wondered if you also felt the rising tension. You both lay on your sides, backs facing each other, when you finally disturb the loud silence.

“I missed you.”

“What do you mean? We live together.” Ellie wasn’t stupid though.

“You know what I mean Els.” you answered, voice breaking slightly. Ellie felt so guilty knowing that a lot of this mess was her own fault. She then shifted to face your back and tugged your hips into the space between her thighs and torso.

“I missed you too…” Ellie said against your neck, sending chills down your spine. Her arm reached past your waist and raised your T-shirt right below the start of your breasts. She took that same tattooed arm and wrapped it around your now bare tummy, pulling you in even closer. Her touch made you gasp.

Ellie was a pretty skinny girl but she was strong, you could see it in her arms, the way they flexed when she played guitar or lifted something. But, when you visualized her touch, you had never imagined it being this soft. You practically melted feeling her skin brush against yours. An ache was radiating between your legs as you clenched your thighs together in agony. You wanted her hands in places other than your plush stomach. Ellie did too, but you were coming down from being completely wasted, and she was still with Cat. It just wasn’t right.

The rest of the night you remained in the same position in fear of losing each other’s touch, but aware that nothing more would happen. Then, that morning, you woke to no touch. Ellie was already gone, and your heart broke all over again. Her guilt had taken over after Cat sent a string of texts expressing her insecurity in the relationship. She explained to Ellie that she didn’t feel loved or important because of her favoring towards you. And Cat was right, Ellie did favor you. She was trying so hard to be “good” and ignore her feelings, trying not to be a cheater, but she was hurting you (the one she truly loves) in the process. Why couldn’t she just let go of Cat? Would you ever experience a night like that with her again?

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