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Pilot part Part one

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𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗁 p1

Pilot part

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Synopsis: Ellie is a very successful participant of MMA. And you? You're an ethereal ballerina. Always smooth and soft. You both used the same training room. That's where the story starts..

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You both continued training, not bothering each other. As you danced, she sometimes looked at you for too long. Yeah, you noticed it. As you thought, she was annoyed by your presence.

After an hour, you were already tired, and started to pack your things. As you opened the door to leave the room, you remembered to put your lip gloss on. As you took it from your bag and put it back in, something light fell after you returned your hand on the door handle. You didn't check what it was.

As Ellie watched you leave, her eyes instantly looked at the paper that you left on the floor. She took her headphones off, walked to the door and took the paper in her hands.

"A ticket? Seriously?" She looked at the ticket in her hands, looked at the back part and chuckled. "A ticket to her perfomance. How is it named? Swan lake or what?"

She then put the ticket in her pocket and continued the training. The ticket she took was for your mom. You specially asked for extra ticket, so she would look at your improvement. Even though your family was really rich and had influence in the city where you lived, getting this ticket was a hard, really hard thing.

At home you were practicing more. Your performance is tomorrow, so you needed a lot of improvement, a lot of practice. Being ballerina wasn't easy at all. Everyday practicing, need to be perfect killed you slowly. But is was your choice. You wanted people to look at your like you were a star. To look at you up from the down. You wanted to be the Zenith to some of people. Every person who watched your dancing said something like "You're already perfect." And actually, maybe you were. But not for you. Not for the professionals. You still needed the improvement.

When you arrived home, the first thing you did was looking for that damn ticket. Your started trying to remember where you could leave it, and then finally, you gave up.

"Hey, mom. Please, don't be mad, but.. I've lost the ticket they gave me." You started, while walking in the room where your mom was reading. She always was an understanding, loving mother, so, after you said that she wasn't even angry.

"It's okay, dear. Are you okay? Stop practicing too much." She walked to you and hugged.

At the next day you were getting ready for your upcoming performance. Stress, only stress. That's what chased you whole night, whole evening, and now, whole morning. As you put on your gorgeus white skirt, your corset that was too tightly tied up and your favorite, ethereal ballet shoes, it was only ten minutes before performance started. Music started to play.

Because of the stress you almost cried. Your hands started to shake. Somebody walked to you and leaned in to hug you. You didn't even look at the person hugging you, but obviously it was somebody who you knew very well.

"You practiced so much. You're my daugher. You have my last name, and people with this last name ended up being succesful." That was your dad. As you finally looked up and saw his face, his smile, your hand slowly stopped to shake too much.

One minute.

"Go on and show them your smooth moves. Show them what you can do." You smiled at him and a tear ran down your face. That wasn't because of stress, that was because of the pride. And finally, you were proud of yourself. You nodded and stood up, getting ready to walk on the stage with other girls.

You started to dance. And for your gorgeus dancing the couch obviously gave you the lead role. As you danced, two hours flew like it was just a minute. You moved without thinking, you remembered the moves, you remembered the music, rhytm, everything you needed.

After that, you were standing in the ending pose, while people down there were clapping. You didn't hear that. Everything you heard was your words. Your dad's words. You were questioning yourself, if you did that good. Was there any mistakes? Or maybe someone saw your expressions while you danced? And then you saw Ellie. In the crowd of people you never saw her. She was clapping along with everyone, smiling and sometimes whistling. The perfomance was finished, and everyone were leaving. But you stayed at the stage. So did Ellie. She was still sitting infront of you, still smiling.

"What are you doing here?" As you were breathing heavily, you asked her. She was still silent, but then Ellie stood up and walked closer to the stage.

"Wanted to look at the little dancer. When i looked up at you, you looked just like the Zenith."

You sighed and started to get off the stage slowly. Ellie followed you and fell into the step after you. "Should I call you Zenith?"

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Should i make Zenith a slowburn

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Can’t believe I went through the heartbreak of reading the new chapter of collide by @valeisaslut AGAIN

(I chose reading collide)

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I lost my chrome hearts necklace somewhere i am crying

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𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗁

Part 1

This is a Pilot part. I wrote and posted this just to look if you guys would like it. If you do, lmk and I'll continue this one.

Liking and rebloging are sooo appreciated!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖Synopsis: Ellie is a very successful participant of MMA. And you? You're an ethereal ballerina. Always smooth and soft. You both used the same training room. That's where the story starts..

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A/N : This is my first series EVER. Yk?? I'm so excited to see your reaction guysss and as i said lmk if you like it

As always, you were dancing in your training room. Your ballet skirt of baby pink color was on. Your ballet shoes tightly tied up. As always, you were perfect.

It was six in the evening, you trained for an hour. It wasn't too long for a ballerina, but too long for a MMA fighter who's going to be here in five minutes. You two always fought for time in the room. And still, never solved the problem you had. Just fought.

So, you were still dancing with your music on. As you closed your eyes to feel your dance, you heard a noise on the background, which was really loud. As you opened your eyes, you saw Ellie who almost broke the door down. You froze and raised an eyebrow while putting both of your legs down and staring at her.

While Ellie threw her backpack with all the things she needed on the floor and walked to the speaker to turn the volume of music you had on off. Then, she looked at you and frowned.

"Is it that hard to make it on time? Your dances don't even worth the time you asked for." The last sentence she whispered, but it was still hearable.

"Excuse me?" You crossed your arms and walked to her. "Your bag punching is not worth the time you asked for."

"Whatever. Just pack up your things and don't bother me, little dancer." Ellie rolled her eyes and watched how you packed your things. "We always fight. I thought it wouldn't be so hard to understand what I'm saying."

She scoffed. Ellie always did that when you was angry or annoyed.

"Whatever. Just punch your bag and go play with toys. Or punch toys." You looked at her once again before leaving the room.

At the next day it was the same, you came to the training room. As you opened the door, you saw Ellie in the room.

"What are you doing here? It's my time right now." You walked in and stood almost before her face as she continued to punch the bag.

At the question you asked Ellie just shrugged and then stopped punching it.

"I'm first here, so.. now this room is mine."

"That's not how it works." You obviously were annoyed by how confident she was. This attitude always made you annoyed, the way she smirked, the way she nonchalantly answered.

"But still, I won't leave. Do whatever you want." As Ellie said that, she put her headphones back on and continued to punch the bag.

What else could you do? You started to make yourself in the room to dance. After ten minutes, you were like two opposites. Ellie had sharp movements while punching the bag, while you were soft and smooth in your dance.

As she finished her training, she looked at you for a second. In that time you were on the artificial stage that somebody used to practice their speech. The stage was not really huge, but really long.

She was looking up at you like you were the Zenith.

Her Zenith.

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"Blouse"

Ellie!gf & Reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Cw: too sad, may trigger your trauma, lmk if there's more

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ A/N : hellooo so this is my second fic. What can i say? I wrote this fic using my feelings from the trauma and what happened to me, so, I'm sorry if there's too much mistakes. And yeah sorry it's so small((

Ellie is your girlfriend. Best girlfriend you've ever had. Or maybe that's what you thought she was.

You two were like two beaches looking at each other. Ellie never understood your feelings, but she tried. She always tried to understand, but failed. Nevertheless, you loved her. Loved how she tried. And how she loved you.

You, on the other hand, always understood what she felt. How she felt. How you felt.

Sometimes she told you how she feels, sometimes she told you how her day went. And you always listened to her. She did the same. But was it enough for you? All you wanted was a simple phrase:

"I understand how you feel."

But you've never heard it. Even after that, even after how she never understood you, never felt you, she was the person you loved so much.

Sometimes your friends asked you to respect yourself and choose the right path. To leave her because of how she never understood you. But how could you leave the person you loved so much?

It was a basic day. From the beginning of the day it was really hard. Your breakfast fucked up. And at the work everyone were upsetting you so much, so at the coffee break you couldn't stand it no more and went to the bathroom.

You thought of calling Ellie, but then remembered, what she always said to you when you called her in her work time.

"Stop calling me while I'm working. I don't have time for this." Yeah, this was a bad treatment to you. You were so blind.

So blind you could never see how bad she treated you. How she never noticed how you cried in the bathroom. How she never hugged you after the hard work day. How could you fall in love with this person? That's what you were thinking about for a first time in four years.

Yeah, four years. She was treating you like that for four years. Was she ever sorry for treating you like that? Never. As she never thought of you feelings. She would never treat you and your feelings right. And still? You loved her. But.. why?

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your tears appeared in the eyes, and then on your cheeks. You were crying. Again. Thoughts of Ellie hugging you while you cried were impossible. She never did that. And you couldn't even think of how it feels.

"I can't stand that anymore.." You whispered. It was bearly hearable. But someone in the bathroom still asked if you were alright. After excusing yourself, you continued to work.

After five hours of working, you returned home. As always, it was cold there. You could feel Ellie's cologne filling in your nostrils.

When you first met, you loved this smell so much. You wanted to smell it everyday, feel it lingering in the air everyday. But now, all you could do is to open the window so the smell was out.

After an hour, Ellie returned home too with a tired look. She was sweaty, and first thing she did was going to the shower. No, not kissing you in the cheek. Not hugging. At first you chuckled and thought: "She loves shower more than me." It was ridiculous. You knew it was.

After 30 minutes Ellie was out of the shower. Hair dump, towel on her shoulder. Yeah, she looked hot. But not so hot so you would fall in love with her again.

You took your diary. Sometimes you filled it with your thoughts and feelings. It really helped, especially when Ellie was rude to you as always.

Pen in your hand. And the hand is drawing letters automatically. All you could see was..

"But what if all I want is conversation and time?" You looked at the words that you wrote, then tiredly chuckled and rubbed your eyes.

Ellie walked to you and sit down beside. Putting a hand on your shoulder. You flinched. She never did that. For a second you forgot about the diary and what you have wrote in there. In a second, you closed it, so Ellie won't see it.

"We have to talk.." You started. You wanted to look at her. But.. you felt something... disgusting. Could you name it hate? Yeah.. you could.

Ellie slowly nodded, you could feel it. And then you put the diary away.

You started to talk. It was a really long talk. But.. not mutual. You talked about your feelings. While Ellie was looking down her blouse. She never looked up at you. When you noticed it, you saw not the grown up Ellie. You saw a little girl.

You saw a girl that was scared to speak up.

"Why do I tell you how I feel

When you're just looking down the blouse?" After the silence you both made, you talked. You knew that she won't answer. You knew, that she will stay silent.

She never chose to be silent. When she was a little girl, she once tried to speak up. She tried to have her opinion. She tried to show her feelings. Until people shut her down. Shut her feelings. Shut her mouth.

You were like an angel for her. The one person that she could speak to. But still, she never spoke. When you tried to do it. When she tried. Never. Was she numb? Was she heartless? No. She was a shut down little girl. Never even trying to be heard. Or, maybe, no one made her heard.

Living in this everyday made her think that she wasn't a person. Made her think that she doesn't have a choice. Made her think that she has to stay silent to be loved. Made her think that if she is silent it would make everything easier.

But when she met a person, who never was afraid of expressing feelings, when a person wanted to hear her, she felt scaried.

They sat in the silence.

"I'm sorry." As you started to get up, Ellie reached for your hand.

It was the first time she ever said this. She was never sorry. Or maybe that's what you thought. For the first time you had a conversation, where you could express everything you ever felt. And.. her. Ellie started to talk. Ellie started to tell you everything she lived through.

For the first time you made her feel like she was a person. Like anyone listened to her. Like anyone really heard her. And.. she showed vulnerability for the first time. You could see a tear running down her cheek.

Your hands automatically opened for her. And for the first time you felt her vulnerability. Her true warmth.

It was a month after this happened. You talked about everything that worried both of you. And yeah, now you could call her while you're at your coffee break. And, yeah, now she listens to you, now she has time for you. Both of you just needed to talk.

Both of you needed a conversation and time.

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"Thank you"

Ellie!bestfriend & reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ A/N : helloooo so this is the first time me writing fanfictions so please lmk if i wrote it bad lol 😭 and i don't even know if I'll continue this one buttt if you'll like it guys...

You and Ellie always were just friends, not even thinking about something else. But somewhere in your soul you knew that she felt feeling that you can't feel towards your friends. You've been noticing it every time she hugged you or was too close. When she was texting you at late night, asking you to come over.

Everytime she asked you to come over, Ellie was hoping for something more than just a friendly hug, laughing and playing some games on her PlayStation. But you, you never ever thought of kissing your best friend. You've never thought if it's okay.

Ellie always were like this. Flirting with every girl that flirted with her first. But with you it was different. Like she really meant it and not just played with you. When you saw her being with anyone else, how she laughed and didn't look at you, you thought of how happy she feels. Everytime. It doesn't matter if you're around or you're not here. But Ellie? When you weren't around, she probably was worried if you're okay, if you're eating well.

It was an evening of Friday. Like 5pm. You and Ellie were with your best friends. Jesse and Dina who were dating each other. You walked to the kitchen, leaving these three on the couch in the living room. You poured some water in your cup and stood in the doorway as you watched them playing Uno and laughing at each other. Especially Ellie. Your eyes were glued on her. But, then, you looked away and got lost in you thoughts.

Meanwhile, Ellie noticed your presence and looked at you, she was too distracted by your beauty that she didn't even notice that Dina and Jesse were yelling at her.

"Williams! It's your turn!" Dina yelled and looked in the direction where Ellie was already looking. At you. As Dina and Jesse noticed her stare, they both chuckled and looked at each other. "Oooh, so when will you two make out?"

"Shut up. I was just.. dissociating. Nevermind." Ellie looked back at the table with cards when you returned to the kitchen and put the glass back at the shelf. They continued to play.

"Fucking losers. You two don't even know how to play. I'm too good in this." Jesse snapped it, when threw his last card on the table. He then looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you play with us?"

You flinched a little at his words and then smiled softly. "You'll yell at me like you yell at them. I'm too bad in this." You shrugged and sat on the couch beside Ellie and watched them play further.

At this time, Ellie was looking only at you and you never noticed it. When you sat beside her, she moved a little closer, so your bodies touched a bit.

Hours passed and Dina took a bottle from the shelfe, as you all were on the kitchen. It was expensive wine. And then she pulled out with a smirk a bottle of whiskey.

You already knew, she wanted to drink too much, so she wouldn't even think straight. You looked at Ellie that was already chuckling and rubbing her eyes. And then you looked at Jesse, that stood up and took the bottle of whiskey and started to dance with it in his hands.

"Guys, you're too awkward. Stop." You laughed and closed your eyes because of the awkwardness of their dances.

"We're having fun. Are you a what? Fun police?" They looked offended and then sat down at the table beside you and Ellie. "You're going to drink, right?" Dina looked at you and Ellie with a smirk.

Ellie slowly nodded and then looked at you. You nodded too.

Dina took four glasses and poured wine in the glasses. As she poured it, Jesse immediately took the glass in his hand and stood up.

"For the lovebirds!" He looked at you and Ellie with a serious face. You and Dina laughed. But Ellie was still. Not even a smile, she was looking at you.

You couldn't not feel the gaze she gave you, so you drank a little of the wine and looked back at her. Her stare was too serious, not like others. Not like the one she would give you when you teased her, when you was in the most gorgeous dress. It was too different.

"You okay?" You were a little concerned, and then Ellie smiled and took a sip of wine too.

"Yeah, just... whatever. Nevermind."

You looked at the clock as hours passed. It was now 12am. Whiskey and wine were in fourth of you. Jesse and Dina were too drunk so they fell asleep. You were scrolling through your phone. But Ellie. She looked like she was completely sober. Like not a sip of alcohol was in her.

"You know.." She started and you looked at her as fast as you could. "I really hate to admit it, I put my pride on the line." She continued, as you raised your eyebrow. Your reaction was a little unreadable.

"What?" This hit your head and made you feel sober. But still, you couldn't understand her.

"When I met you, I knew it, I'd thank you for your time" She looked you into eyes and leaned in. She obviously wanted a kiss.

You didn't move away at first and froze. Ellie took this as "Yes" and leaned in much closer. But then.. you moved away, almost stood up.

"Ellie.. this.. this is not right. You're too drunk. You don't know what you're doing."

She looked dissapointed and stood up too. "I know what I'm doing. I wanted to do it since the day we met."

"But.. we're friends. I can't do it.. sorry." You left the kitchen and went to the bedroom, locking it from inside. As you fell on the bed, you fell asleep in a second.

At the morning, as you unlocked your door, you didn't find anyone in the apartment. Only one person was there. Ellie Williams. As you saw her, the thoughts of last night hit you. You stepped back from the place where you were. But it was too late. She turned her head and saw you.

Ellie looked at you with a disappointment yet hope in her eyes.

"Hey."

"Where are others?" You looked around.

"That's the first thing you want to ask me after what happened?"

You completely froze. And then she stood up from the couch and walked to you. Not close, just enough for you to see her face.

"What do you want to hear from me about that night?"

"What do you feel?" She rubbed her neck, but her face was still neutral. Like she didn't care at all.

"I feel like it's wrong. Friends don't kiss randomly." You finally unfroze and sat on the nearby chair. "I don't want to lose a friend like you, Ellie. But it's not right."

You rubbed your eyes and looked up at her again.

"Choose... being just friends. Without any benefits or anything else or.. just.. leave."

At the words that you spat, she choked on the air. "You're serious? Just tell me you're joking."

You shook your head and waited for the answer. "So.. what do you choose? If you won't make it up, I'll choose it myself."