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My Most Faithful Lover - 2. Hands that never forgot

pairing: Knight!ellie & Princess!reader

synopse: A harpist begins to dream of a life not her own — a white dress stained in red, a knight who watches her like someone who’s already lost her once. In waking life, a fencer’s touch feels too familiar. In dreams, silence speaks louder than memory. Between two timelines, something ancient stirs… and it remembers her.

content: MDNI 18+, eventual smut, fluff, angst, violence, war, use of “y/n”, reader is referred to as princess (sometimes), Ellie referred to as Elouise (sometimes), use of swords, daggers etc. gore(ish), blood, homophobia.

8.775 characters.

"loving me is going to haunt you for a lifetime." - ?

The pain came like a spear between the ribs, cold, sharp, and then warm like blood dripping in silence. You felt broken, like porcelain dropped from an ancient altar - piece by piece, without haste, without mercy. Your long white dress wrapped in pearls, glitter and lace was now stained with blood, as much as your hands, perhaps that was your blood, perhaps that explained your great pain. Faster than a clap of thunder, you wake up shaking as your alarm clock calls you to yet another rehearsal in preparation for the end-of-year performance. It was strange, after meeting Ellie, the fencer who admired you in silence, your dreams were more real, more lived. So real that you could feel their caressing touch as if they were satin threads.

It was the start of a new week, and everything seemed to be running out of sync - hurried footsteps, overlapping voices, duties running over each other. Inside the room, time flowed differently: there, every note was a wait, every silence a judgment. At first, it was hard to keep up. Their colleagues played like someone repeating a forgotten prayer - their fingers were precise, yes, even impeccable, but their souls were blind. They lacked love, or perhaps remembrance.

You, on the other hand, were born with the sound of the harp inside you. It wasn't an instrument, it was an extension - strings that vibrate like part of your own breath. From an early age, you felt that your fingers knew the way before you even thought. But now, surrounded by cold eyes and rigid postures, their connection seemed... out of place. While they strummed away like automatons, you felt each note as if your soul were being called by name. And that, paradoxically, made you seem strange.

Sometimes looking at yourself was like seeing the twenty-second major arcana - The Madman. - The madman, the fool, the joker. A card that calls you to take risks and follow your own path. This card teaches us to embrace uncertainty and have faith in our abilities. And you? oh dear... despite being so disturbed by those who play like robots, you play like The Fool; with confidence in your abilities, you become someone else, it's as if something inside you calls to you in the shuddering of the strings, with each resounding chord it's like sinking quietly, letting the water consume your lungs.

One of your greatest prides is that you can play the Moonlight Sonata 3rd movement. No one imagines that you keep such cunning at your fingertips, and that's not even the best part about you. okay, I admit, it's not that easy to be that confident every day, but you know how hard you work, and you know that you're a natural.

As you rehearsed again, this time with the room full, you found yourself remembering the girl you met that afternoon with the heartwarming rays of sunshine. Could she really be the girl you've been dreaming of since childhood? nothing seems to make sense anymore... does she know? why did she ask if you already knew each other? so little time to talk and so many questions at the same time.

Even so, you answered at that moment: oh... I don't think so. – You said it and smiled a little, awkwardly.

Ellie then giggled a little. – I'm sorry, it must have sounded strange, right? you just have something familiar about you, but I don't think I've met you anywhere. I'd remember you.

You didn't know how to describe this feeling, nothing but confusion, and at this moment it would be best to just forget, even if it hurts, because something in your heart is calling out, wanting to push you towards her.

The sun was barely touching the stones of the inner courtyard when the iron gates opened. The morning was cold and still, as if time were breathing more slowly within the walls. A faint scent of dried lavender came from the gardens still wet with dew - and in the center of the silent dawn, she arrived.

She was riding a horse as black as burnt wine, the reins tight, the posture too straight for someone so unaccustomed to resting from overexertion. You wore the mantle of the queen's guards, but something about your presence seemed out of place - like a page sewn out of order in an old book. You were sitting among the blooming castle roses. Large buds of a striking blood-red color, although you had always loved white, the tragic and intense red had always attracted you. The queen's voice broke the silence, clear, firm as ever:

– This is Elouise. Your new guardian.

You, the princess, slowly raised your gaze, meeting that of the knight. Ellie dismounted with almost ritual precision, bowing her head in greeting.

– Your Highness.

Her voice was low, husky like a forgotten ember - and it hid something. Something the princess couldn't immediately decipher, but which remained there, in the air between them, like golden dust suspended in light.

The queen continued, already walking away:

– She was trained in the Cern Hills, under the order of the White Shields. She's discreet, efficient. And she will be shadow and blade by your side, until you need one.

Elouise didn't raise her eyes until the queen had disappeared behind the columns. Only then did she look at the princess fully. It wasn't the look of a servant. Nor that of an equal. It was the look of someone who knows the end of a story even before the first chapter.

You, still sitting among the roses, noticed that the dew had embroidered your dress with tiny sparkles. You tried to ignore the weight of Elouise's gaze on you - it wasn't the kind of gaze you offered. It was the kind you kept. And that, somehow, was even more dangerous.

– “The Cern Hills,” you repeated, without emotion. I imagine that silence is part of the training.

Elouise didn't respond immediately. Instead, she watched a red petal fall to the ground, as if the flower itself had surrendered to the weight of what hung in the air.

– Silence is sometimes more useful than a sword.

The answer came calmly, but there was a thread of... something. Old resentment? Tiredness? Guilt? You couldn't tell.

– What do you prefer? – you asked, looking straight at her. – The sword, or silence?

Ellie hesitated. And in that brief instant, you noticed a crack. Almost nothing. But real.

– I prefer what doesn't require me to choose.

You arched an eyebrow.

– A convenient answer.

– An honest answer.

The wind blew again, and the red roses fluttered. One fell near Elouise's foot. Without thinking, she crouched down and picked it up. She held it out to you with a short gesture, as if returning a piece of scenery was her obligation.

– It looks more like your kingdom than mine.

You took the flower slowly, your fingers brushing against hers for a second - just a second, but enough to feel something strange. Like a shiver coming from inside.

– Red has always been an ungrateful color," you said, staring at the rose. – Blood or passion. You never know for sure.

Ellie didn't answer. But she didn't look away from you.

You thought about asking her what she saw there - in your skin, your face, your eyes - that made her look so... cautious. But you didn't. Not yet.

The sun was already falling behind the mountains when you took refuge in the old hall, the one no one had used since your aunt's bereavement. Inside, the walls still smelled of wax and aged wood. The harp stood quietly in the corner. Like a secret waiting to be awakened.

You sat in front of it as you had done since you were a child, your fingers already knowing the ways, even if your mind was elsewhere. You played without thinking. And perhaps that's why you played better. The notes floated through the air like a veil, light, sad, almost transparent.

Then, without you noticing, someone stopped at the door.

Elouise.

She stood there, leaning against the dark wood, arms crossed, no armor. Just shadows wearing shadows.

You didn't stop ringing. But you spoke, without looking:

– Are you going to escort me even when there's no danger?

The answer took a while, but it came.

– That sounds more dangerous than most battles.

You laughed, softly. Still without turning.

– Harps don't kill.

– No. But they remind you.

Now you've turned. Her eyes were fixed on your fingers, as if each note that came out of the harp opened a door that she herself had locked from the inside. A distant glow inhabited her gaze. Of someone who recognizes something - but doesn't know why.

– Do you know this song? – you asked suddenly.

Elouise hesitated. For a moment, she seemed to swallow her memory.

– Yes, Your Highness. I used to listen to it when I was little, I remember my mother dancing and celebrating happily... – She said looking down with a small smile and sighed. - Anyway, it doesn't matter.

She said and resumed her serious face. – I think it's about time to go to sleep, isn't it?

ㅤ𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢..

man i'm really sad that today i couldn't add color to the fonts, for some reason the site started crashing and i don't know how to solve it sorry guys

tags;; @sewithinsouls @valeisaslut @zzelysian @liztreez @oneinameliann @idioticconfusedteen @smaugayra @500daysofpoppy @elliescoquettegirl

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mastermasterlist1p1 · 2 days ago

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texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

You were already five minutes into tuning out Miss Alvarez’s ongoing dissection of The Great Gatsby—something about disillusionment, green lights, and doomed men with god complexes. Hard pass.

Your friends beside and behind you were snickering about something—probably someone—but you were too bored to care. Their laughter filtered through like white noise, low and distant.

So, as usual, you turned to the one thing that offered any real entertainment when boredom hit terminal levels. You checked your notifications, cleared out stupid texts from stupid boys, and finally opened that app.

Before doing anything, you glanced around lazily, then dropped your screen brightness and tilted your phone just enough to make sure no one behind you could peek. The layout loaded instantly, familiar and weirdly comforting. No photos, just bios, vague usernames, and chat boxes that were a little too easy to open.

You scrolled through a few profiles aimlessly before switching tabs and landing on your ongoing conversation with someone under the name E.

You’d been messaging back and forth for almost two weeks now. You didn’t know who she was, not really—just that she was clever, a little snarky, and definitely someone who knew how to keep you engaged without even trying. Sometimes it felt like talking to a complete stranger. Sometimes it felt like she knew you better than half the people at this school.

You stared at the last message she’d sent you last night, the one you’d read four or five times even though it was short and kind of innocent.

“i love reading :]”

Your thumb hovered for a second before you started typing, slouched low in your chair, phone hidden beneath the desk. You tried not to smirk as the words appeared.

You:

what if we kissed behind the nonfiction aisle jk unless??

You set your phone down and pretended to scribble something on your notebook, resting your cheek against your hand, bored again within seconds. The teacher’s voice faded into a drone. You started writing nonsense loops with your pen, not really listening to anything anymore.

A buzz cut through the room. Not yours. Loud. Sharp.

You blinked up. Ellie Williams, seated near the front, fumbled to silence her phone while the screen lit up in her hand.

“Please turn that off, Miss Williams,” Miss Alvarez snapped without missing a beat.

A few classmates laughed quietly. Ellie didn’t say anything, just shrugged like she couldn’t care less and slid her phone into her lap.

You went back to wasting ink, your pen dragging over the edge of the page as your phone buzzed, quiet and controlled this time—just once, the vibration barely a tick beneath your palm.

You flipped it open carefully and read her reply.

only if you promise to dog-ear my soul and underline my bad habits

You blinked, raising an eyebrow at her reply.

You stared at the message a little longer than you meant to, eyes dragging over the words again—dog-ear my soul, underline my bad habits. You weren’t sure if it was weird or kind of... brilliant. Either way, it hit somewhere low in your stomach.

You glanced up lazily, scanning the room like it’d help ground you. Miss Alvarez was still going, pacing at the front of the classroom with a paperback copy of Gatsby clenched in one hand. Your friends were still whispering behind you—some drama, someone’s hair, someone’s outfit. None of it mattered.

You typed back.

You:

what bad habits?

name three rn.

You sent it and immediately slid your phone under your notebook like you’d done something criminal. Your pen moved again, looping nonsense in the margins, but your heart was thudding a little now.

The reply came faster than you expected.

falling for girls i shouldn’t

answering texts in class

making it way too obvious when it’s you

Your brow furrowed instinctively. The message was clever, yeah, but the third line sat wrong in your chest.

You typed before thinking.

You:

weird

That was it. No emoji. No punctuation. Just the word sitting there like a raised eyebrow.

You waited.

Her response didn’t take long.

everyone’s a little weird.

some of us just hide it better.

You scoffed quietly through your nose, thumb hovering over your keyboard.

You:

i’m not.

pls.

everyone’s weird.

even you, i know

You hesitated, eyes flicking up again, like anyone in this room might somehow be listening in on this dumb conversation through sheer telepathy.

You went back to your screen.

You:

ok then

tell me 3 weird things about you

You tossed the phone back under your notebook, leaned your head on your hand again, and tried not to look as keyed-up as you felt.

The buzz came just as you started drawing a rectangle around nothing in your notes.

i know how to pick locks.

once convinced a teacher i was allergic to chalk to skip a presentation.

i wear rings just to fidget with them when i’m lying.

You stared at it, unsure whether to laugh or raise your guard. You weren’t sure if she was trying to impress you, scare you, or lowkey admit she was a professional liar.

The last one made you pause. You pictured it—hands, silver rings, nervous fidgeting. You glanced around the classroom like the answer might be hiding between pencil cases and Gatsby annotations.

You looked away quickly, back down at your screen.

You:

well that’s very u

you wanna know 3 things about me?

A second passed.

sure :]

You typed, trying not to overthink it.

You:

i once cried because my nail broke before a party

i memorize random license plates when i’m bored

You paused, rereading the first two. They were fine. Harmless. The kind of “weird” that still sounded cute if someone repeated it out loud. The kind of weird that kept your walls up just enough.

And then, without really thinking—or maybe thinking too much—you typed the third.

You:

i have a nipple piercing

You stared at it for a second before hitting send, lips twitching.

Delivered.

You kept your phone down in your hand and leaned back in your chair like you didn’t just casually confess one of the most insane things you’d ever told a stranger.

You felt the beat of your pulse in your throat as you stared straight ahead, pretending to care about whatever Miss Alvarez was saying about Gatsby’s “moral decay,” while your phone sat under your hand like a loaded weapon.

You glanced down when you felt another buzz.

what the hell

you can’t just drop that as number three like it’s nothing

You snorted. Quiet. Sharp. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep it contained.

i’m rereading it

you said “i have a nipple piercing” like i say “i had cereal this morning”

You tapped your fingers against your notebook, smirking a little now.

Another message popped up before you could even open your keyboard.

who gave you the right

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. There was something kind of stupid and hilarious about watching a stranger completely spiral over a throwaway confession. It was stupid and thrilling.

You finally replied.

You:

u said u wanted weird

don’t complain now

The three dots appeared immediately.

They vanished.

Then reappeared.

you’re lucky we’re in public right now

because i have questions

You stared at the screen for half a second longer than you should, something sharp curling at the edges of your mouth. You knew exactly what you were doing.

You:

u wanna see?

lmao jk

but ??

You didn’t move. You just sat there with your phone tucked beneath your hand, like you hadn’t just said the most unhinged thing of your entire academic career. (Well, obviously—because you only let this side of you out with girls.)

JAIL.

straight to jail.

You pressed your knuckles against your lips to keep the sound in. You could feel the heat in your cheeks now, but you were smiling. Fully smiling. You hadn’t even noticed that Miss Alvarez called on someone, that your friends had gone quiet behind you, or that class was dangerously close to ending.

Your phone buzzed again.

i mean

not no

but also

JAIL

You let out a breath through your nose and replied, just two words:

You:

thought so

You didn’t expect her to respond immediately.

The bell hadn’t even rung yet. The room still buzzed with half-bored energy. Your phone was still in your palm, screen lit from her last message.

You stared at it for a second, letting the silence settle. Letting the grin fade into something more calculated. You tucked your phone into your hoodie pocket, raised your hand just high enough to get Miss Alvarez’s attention without actually trying.

“Bathroom?” you asked, already standing halfway.

Miss Alvarez waved you off with a distracted, “Be quick.”

You slipped out of the classroom with your bag slung over your shoulder, heart pounding like you’d done something criminal—which, to be fair, you were about to.

The hallway was quiet. Most people were still trapped in last-period misery. You headed straight for the nearest bathroom—one of the nicer ones. Clean mirrors, locked stalls, no broken soap dispensers.

You locked yourself inside and exhaled.

For a second, you just stood there. Not thinking. Not second-guessing. Just staring at your reflection like you were waiting for her to dare you again.

You slid your phone out, opened the camera. Angled it in front of your opened blouse—not too obvious, not too graphic. Just enough. A glimpse of skin. A flash of silver.

Sent.

You:

proof

(bc apparently ur dramatic)

You locked your phone immediately after, heart hammering in your ears. You didn’t even wait to see if she replied. You just breathed. Stared at the stall door.

Your phone buzzed.

Three times.

That was enough.

You didn’t open it.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket, smirk already tugging at your lips, and unlocked the stall.

Your reflection was flushed. Just slightly. Lips pink. Expression smug.

By the time you pushed open the classroom door, everything looked the same—except you knew it wasn’t.

You walked in like nothing happened.

You were halfway down the aisle toward your desk when you passed Ellie.

She was still slouched in her chair, pretending to read the half-assed notes on her desk. But you caught the way her eyes flicked up the second your steps slowed.

Your eyes met.

Her mouth was slightly parted as her eyes followed you.

You raised an eyebrow, just barely, and kept walking.

You dropped into your seat with the same calm as before, tossing your bag down, and shot a knowing smirk at your friends—who were, of course, snickering over something unrelated and way less interesting.

You spun your pen lazily between your fingers, shoulders loose.

For some reason, your gaze landed on Ellie again.

She was still looking at you. Watching you.

You raised your eyebrows again, sharper this time—What?—the kind of look that always worked on everyone. The kind that meant quit staring.

Her gaze raked over you, slow and unreadable, and you frowned without meaning to. Just as you turned back around, you caught it—the faintest smirk tugging at her lips before her eyes flicked forward like nothing happened.

You rolled your eyes, turned around, and smiled to yourself as you pressed your thumb against your phone screen.

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mastermasterlist1p1 · 2 days ago

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My kink is karma

Ellie x (kinda)fem!Reader

My kink is karma

People say I’m jealous

But my kink is karma

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Summary:: Ellie cheated on you. With your own best friend. Why can you not get over her? Meeting her at another party was the best thing to happen.

Tags:: Cheating cheating and cheatingggg, angst

A/N:: That instagram account is real btw…..

You guys broke up on a Tuesday.

It’s Friday now.

Get over her.

She needs her karma anyways, she’s the one that cheated, she’s the one that stole your aesthetic, she the one who hurt you.

Her friend, Katie said she’s been losing it since you guys broke up. Dying her hair, dating girls younger than her, moving back in with Joel? This isn’t her.

Never was.

“That’s the 5th Redbull you’ve had today, Ellie. You need to go eat something” Katie huffed, as Ellie crushed the aluminum can in her hand, looking at the ceiling.

“No.” The flat answers Ellie kept giving Katie was irritating.

Katie raised an eyebrow “are you acting like this because of her?”

Ellie’s expression suddenly changed at hearing the words.

‘Her’

“Who? [𐙚]?” Saying your name almost like it was a slur.

“Duh” Katie hinted before taking hits from the strawberry flavored vape and blowing it out in Ellie’s face.

“Stop doing that shit, and no, I’m not acting any different because me and [𐙚] broke up.” Ellie confessed “Why would you even think that?” She added.

Katie just laughed “Because, you and her were super close, I would’ve never thought you two would ever fall out like that, it’s bad for your health y’know”

Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Well, I was the one that cheated so, it’s kinda my fault anyways.”

Flashbacks of the party started to fill her mind again.

The kiss.

Dina.

The party.

You.

“Fuck..” Ellie hissed to herself before rubbing her forehead with sweaty palms.

“Yeah, kind of a asshole move, els”

A long sigh left Ellie’s lips before she hopped off the couch and grabbed the backpack leaning against the edge.

“Whatever, she was just a second option anyways. And I’m over her”

Her phone started to ring ‘Some girl’ lit up on the screen.

“Who’s that?” Katie asked curiously before taking another hit.

“Dina. I gotta go. I’ll see you in fifth period” Ellie told her before frantically walking out the see through door the impact of it closing causing the room to shake.

“Having her saved as ‘some girl’ is not okay!” Katie shouted looking at the short haired girl. Somehow Ellie heard her cause she gave her the finger and counted to walk.

———𐙚———

“Okay so you mean to tell me, she was just kissing her? Like, out the open”

“I’m the middle of the dance floor matter of fact.” You admitted to your friend; Hannah, who had been so incredibly surprised that Ellie Williams would cheat on a girl like you.

“I always knew there was something off about that Dina girl, we should—“ your other friend; Taylor, was cut off by your finger finding her lips “violence is not the answer”

Taylor rolled her eyes “I wasn’t even gonna say anything violent” she snatched your hand away from her face.

You looked at her “fine, I wasn’t gonna say anything THAT violent” Taylor confessed.

“So are you over her?” Your friend; Camila who was getting her hair braided on the floor spoke up before flinching at the girls harsh hands in her head “ow.”

You shook your head in defeat “no I’m not, but! I also think she’s not over me.”

All your friends groaned in annoyance after hearing your conspiracy theories about her ‘not being over you’ for the 50th time this week.

“That woman is a cheater and she doesn’t want you, get over her” Your friend Ari told you, continuing to braid Camilla’s hair.

“You guys are just haters, I’m telling you, she’ll come running back to me in a week” you cockily said before standing up and grabbing your phone and other belongings.

Hannah rolled her eyes “yeah just like how she did that girl maddie, and Jackie and, Katelyn and—“

Her sentence was cut short by you slamming the door shut.

———𐙚———

You were sitting on a bench in campus next to the building you were supposed to be in right, listening to some type of lesson on philosophy and physics. Whatever, it didn’t matter, you were too busy stalking Ellie’s instagram account to care.

You sighed to yourself leaning back on the bench.

“And then we could maybe go to the movies oh or..” an annoying voice could be heard from behind you. Turning around you saw Dina.

God Dina.

She was so much more gorgeous than you. It was annoying how good looking she was.

Right beside her was Ellie, who didn’t seem to care about whatever the hell dina was saying.

“Williams, you listening?”

Suddenly Ellie’s eyes peeled from her phone and focused on Dina.

Only you called her Williams.

hearing dina call her that..

It’s not right.

“Don’t call me that. I fucking hate it”

Dina’s eyes softened and her brows furrowed as her bottom lip quivered “sorry, i didn’t know I jus—“

“And stop clinging onto me like this, it’s annoying” Ellie snapped as Dina’s grip on her arm began to slowly let go.

Then Ellie studied Dina’s facial expression changed “don’t cry.. Dina listen I didn’t mean it….” The conversation faded as the arguing continued.

Dina sped past you sobbing “Dina, baby don’t be like this” Ellie followed behind her.

When she walked past you she glanced at you.

Glanced. At. You.

It left you. Wondering.

———𐙚———

“I’m not going to that party, I have nothing to wear”

Maddie frowned at your comment “I have a dress for you” her mouth was parted as she put on her mascara.

You cringed at the thought of wearing a dress ��me? Wear a dress? No thanks”

Camila laughed “you should wear one for a change, I’m sure you have some type of body under those jeans and sweatpants and what not”

You sighed “Maddie, you’re like 10x smaller than me I’m not wearing any of your clothes. And cam..” a long sigh left you “what if Ellie is there, it’s gonna be so awkward”

“Fuck her, this is about you” taylor hissed

“Come onnn, I’m sure you’ll look just fine. And plus, if your dress isn’t 2x too small than it’s not cunty enough” Hannah joked as she slid on her heels.

After many convincing and comptemplating moments later you finally

Caved in and wore the black dress.

“I look hideous” you yelled from the bathroom smoothing the dress out in the mirror with your hands.

The bathroom door bust open causing you to flinch with Taylor standing there “don’t say that you look hot as fuck. Now move I gotta piss” she pushed you out the way.

You swear maddies jaw hit the floor in awe when she saw you. “Holy shit, you are a goddess” you shyed away and crosses your arms, standing awkwardly “I don’t know guys this is kinda small, I think my cheeks are hanging out”

Camila snickered “Shut the hell up and let’s get to that party”

———-𐙚————

Shot, after shot, after shot.

You were piss drunk right now and bending over on any attractive woman you found. One of them was tall, blonde, big arms.

Your type.

Not exactly your type though.

Your type wasn’t here currently.

The auburn—haired type, in love with dinosaurs and space, and all the other nerdy stuff. Yeah, that type. That’s your type.

“Hold on tay-tay I’m gonna go get another drink.” You announced to the brunette girl standing behind you.

She nodded.

Luckily, you were getting almost every drink free because the bartender was a creep. And every time you would turn around to go dance you would give him a free show.

“One sex on the beach please?” Your words were slurred but audible. Barely.

The bartender smirked “coming right up”

After grabbing your drink, you went to go sit down on a leather couch, with about 80 other people, one of the couples swallowing each other’s tounges, the other couple grinding and groping each other. It brought back memories, lots.

Memories of you and Ellie, doing exactly that.

‘God, stop watching them you look like a creep’ you thought to your self before taking a sip from the drink eyes roaming the room.

She.

Her.

Fuck.

She’s here.

Her movements were slow and precise.

Like she practiced them in the mirror, just for you.

Distance conversation could be heard from between her and her other guy friend. Jesse? You think that’s his name.

It doesn’t matter, you’re focused on her, her only.

You stood up shimmying the dress down. It was getting very uncomfortable to stand in these shoes as well.

Walking towards her, and pushing through the crowds was a hassle in itself. “Then I told her I never even meant it, cause nobody calls me by my last name expect [𐙚], and everyone knows tha—“ Ellie’s sentence was cut short.

She smirked at you and motioned Jesse to go somewhere else.

“What is miss. I-hate-parties, doing here?” The auburned haired girl snickered before turning her full body towards you.

You rolled your eyes in response sitting down on the bar stool in front of her “I was dragged here against my own will” Ellie’s cup was empty, she was sipping on practically nothing.

The bass of “freak” started to vibrate your body, you and Ellie looked at each other.

This was the song you two would always have sex too. It was your choice

It’s always your choice.

Before you even knew it, you were now moving your body against Ellie’s. She stood there, awkwardly, like always, cause she couldn’t dance to save her life.

“You need to stop grinding on me, you’re gonna get me in trouble” Ellie told you in your ear before grabbing your waist.

A drunk giggle could be heard from you.

You spun around fast enough for Ellie to be nose to nose with you, and of course, you leaned in.

Horrible, horrible idea.

Dina came in the door with pj pants on a hoodie and her phone in hand “where the fuck is Ellie?” She tapped Jesse’s shoulder.

Jesse knew exactly where she was. “On the dance floor with [𐙚] then he observed her outfit “fuck are you wearing?” He burst out into laughter.

Dina’s eyes rolled, but then her heart dropped.

Ellie.

You.

You?

Why are you with Ellie?

This is out of place.

Your name burned in her heart, she remembers your face, your words when you caught her and Ellie kissing.

“Ellie?”

Same thing you said as well.

Dina’s words caused Ellie to immediately pull away from the full make out you guys were having.

Ellie then pushed you away.

The sight horrified Dina. Her eyes immediately started to gloss over.

“Dina I swear she kissed me”

Ellie’s words were the exact same every time.

She said the same thing to you.

“Baby, I swear she kissed me”

“You fucking liar! You kissed me” You hissed at her

Dina didn’t care who kissed who, she cared about how she genuinely felt love when her and Ellie were together, she cared about how you and her used to be friends, she cared.

She pushed through the crowd and disappeared.

“You need serious help, Williams”

As you walked away Ellie’s head began to hurt and she state to lose breathe.

She needed air. Now.

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A/N:: LAST FIC BEFORE I GO TO THSI DAMN COUNSELOR JOB UGH ILL MISS YOU GIYS😕😕

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ELLLIIIEEEEE OH MY GOOOOD

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-ˋˏ✄Back to Friends

Ellie x Reader

Back to friends

how can we going back to being friends?

when we just shared a bed

— sombr

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Summary:: Having a relationship with your childhood bsf was never on your list, but it was Ellie fucking Williams. She was a walking wet dream. Till you two actually fucked, it felt amazing, but she was your childhood bsf.

Tags:: Angst, oral, secret “relationship”, childhood bsfs to (enemy’s/lovers?)

A/N:: SIKE I LIED YALL AINT GETTING PT 3 TILL I SAY😊

Mean girls reference in here if you find it comment it and I’ll write pt 3

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Did they know?

Did they know you and Ellie kissed before? Everyone was suspicious of you and her it was driving you fucking nuts.

“I’m sure you and Ellie have like… kissed before, right?” Dina asked you before bringing the Soda can up into her mouth to swallow the liquids in one. You blinked a few times and shifted in your spot on the couch before making up an excuse.

“What? No, no, me and Ellie are just friends” your words once again, gave Ellie a headache.

She hated those words ‘just friends’ you knew what you two did behind closed doors, making out as your teeth clashed together, slipping each others hands into your one another’s pants, rubbing your clits together and moaning into her mouths as the orgasm hit over you like a wave.

You guys never did anything serious, never.

Until now.

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“…Fuck” Ellie panted before she laid down next to you on top of your stained light pink sheets. You and Ellie just fucked, you didn’t mean to, it was an accident. She looked at you for a little too long during that damn party and now, you two were laid up next to each other in your bed.

It all happened so quick you couldn’t even process it.

You felt.. fucking horrible about yourself?

For fucks sake you guys have known each other for years and years, and her; eating you out. It didn’t feel right, never did. I mean, yeah it felt amazing at the moment but now, that her hands were roaming your exposed body. This gut wrenching feelings hit you like a big yellow school bus.

“Do you want takeout, I can order it” Ellie announced before she grabbed her phone and started to scroll. I mean jeez, even her password was your birthday.

You guys are childhood friends for crying out loud. There is no way you guys just, did that?

You sighed before finding your Jean shorts and pulling a them up your legs “no, I’m fine I think I’ll just go home and sleep” you stated with a straight face as you slipped on your shoes grabbing your jacket off her door handle.

Ellie sat up “what, why? You can just sleep here I have your clothes here you know th—“ her sentence was cut short by you slamming her bedroom door.

Fuck..

you were now walking back to your car in the summer rain, it wasn’t cold outside, humid almost, like the air was sticky.

You took a deep breath looking for your car keys in your pocket “What the fuck is your problem?” Your thoughts were interrupted by the auburn haired girl coming out of her apartment in skinny jeans, you swore she had been wearing for the past three days, and a hoodie.

You looked her up and down before turning back around and walking towards your car faster. “[୨ৎ], wait” Ellie grabbed your wrist spinning you around, “please stay we can talk this out okay?” Her hair was now soaked wet as it stuck to the back of her neck.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Williams, this was just a one time thing. Nothing else”

Your words rung in her ears like loud bells, all those “I love you” and names during sex didn’t mean anything to you?

Ellie’s eyes started to water, luckily it was raining enough for the tears to just fall down naturally.

You snatched your wrist away from her hand turning around sharply the sound of your car unlocking was faded. Her lip quivered “How can we just go back to being friends, huh? Jeez, we litterally just fucking fucked” Ellie shouted before you dipped your head down to get into your car

“We are just friends, we’ve always been just friends”

the words ‘just’ stuck out to Ellie like a sore thumb “now get your shit together and figure it out” you argued over the rain before finally getting in your car, starting it and driving off.

Ellie was left on the curb.

She was just hook up spot to you.

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A/N:: send in ideas for pt 3 and maybe I’ll be nice enough to write it😚

@graciedollie @ellieswife4ever @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @yokedtablet @kissedbykhloe @korn-dawg @cloudyorgy @look-me @lluxentzz

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##! TEXTING ELLIE W.

a/n: hai... back w more gf ellie content... enjoy... also these r so ass i apologize...

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ᯓ ONE SIMPLE FAVOUR (EIGHT)

TOMORROWS PROBLEM

ohhh its getting HEATEDDD. cw: sex mentioned, evil malicous behaviour.. if u got the em ref, i love you. youre a G @les4elliewilliams .

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maybe you should kiss away my worries (or whatever)

ellie williams x fem!reader, 1k words.

you get hurt on patrol, and ellie can't stop worrying about you. based on a request I got a while ago, a little bit of smut at the end but it's fluffy and sweet. if there are typos pls ignore them, I have to leave the house soon and don’t have time to proofread again.

“Come here,” Ellie pulls you in and slams the front door shut. “What the fuck happened to you?”

One of Ellie’s hands comes up to your face, running over a new cut on your cheekbone. You allow her to check it, too exhausted to resist. Your entire body aches, muscles already growing sore.

“We ran into infected on our patrol route,” you say. “We cleared them all, but there were so many… it was like they came out of nowhere.”

“Did any of them bite you?” She asks frantically. “Did you breathe in any—”

“No,” you sigh. “I’m fine, Ellie, just a little sore.”

That relaxes her a little, softening the tension in her shoulders and the worried crease between her brows. She nods slowly, looking over you again before speaking. “Be more careful next time… please.”

“I was careful. I always am.”

“I know you are, but if anything ever happened…”

She doesn’t have to say it. Neither of you want to talk about it, the possibility of you getting infected and the contrast of her immunity. It wouldn’t matter much if Ellie got bit – for you, it would mean an agonizing death.

“I’ll be okay,” you try. You reach for her hand, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. “If it makes you feel better, ask Maria if we can swap partners and start taking patrols together. Then we won’t have to worry about each other.”

A brief smile catches her lips and she shakes her head. “There’s no way she would allow that.”

“Not after last time.”

Ellie’s cheeks burn red. She pulls you over to the small sofa in her shed of a home, sitting down next to you and helping you shrug off the two jackets you’d been wearing under your coat. Winter in Jackson is rough, and it takes a closet full of clothes worn all at once and at all hours of the day to feel any semblance of warmth outdoors.

Ellie’s eyes meet yours, and again you see the worry marring her features. She watches you with a hauntedness behind her eyes, recollections of all she’s lost to infected, FEDRA, thieves. It has become a constant in her life to lose.

“I’m okay,” you say again. You pull her to sit closer to you, resting a hand on her knee as you look at her. You try to summon some amusement into your tone when you say: “I think you’re more affected by this than I am.”

Ellie shrugs, raising a hand awkwardly to scratch the back of her neck and looking down at your hand on her knee. “Maybe you should, like, kiss away my worries or whatever.”

“Like a movie character?”

“Well, yeah,” she shrugs, and then her expression warps. “Not like porn, but I just mean–”

Before she can finish her sentence you’re kissing her, suppressing a smile at her incessant awkwardness, distracting both of you from the death and darkness promised by the world outside. And even after so much time dating it’s still dizzying to kiss her, to feel her hands resting at your hips when you straddle her lap and start grinding down slightly against her thighs.

Ellie pulls from the kiss, breathless when she speaks. “You should be resting. Relaxing.”

“Then help me relax.”

She flips you so that you’re lying on the couch, your aching back resting against the soft cushions. Ellie situates herself between your legs, pushing your shirt up so that she can kiss across your abdomen and suck marks along the curve of your stomach.

You reach down to unbutton your pants, but Ellie swats your hands away and does it for you. You’re meant to be relaxing, you agreed to it yourself. She pulls down your pants, rids you of the rest of your clothes with painstaking slowness as she kisses every inch of your body so softly.

Heat grows between your thighs with every move she makes. You can already imagine how wet you must be, and the thought only serves to make it worse.

You know you’re right when Ellie looks down at you from where she’d been biting at the inside of your thigh and groans.

You gasp when she licks across you, tongue sliding through your folds and coming to focus on your clit. She laps at it slowly at first, looking up to gauge your reaction and soak in the satisfaction of your gasps and the way your thighs close around her head. She has to pry them away to be able to keep going.

“Good girl, stay just like that,” she praises, pushing your hips down into the cushions. “Stay still for me, baby…”

Her tongue meets your clit again, dipping down into your center before coming back up – then she pushes a finger into you and you gasp, whining when she pushes the second in and you feel yourself stretching around them. You’re so wet that it’s easy for her to start pumping them in and out of you, and it’s easy to have you nearly on the edge of release when she dips her head down again and sucks on your clit.

You feel it building, it hasn’t been long but you’re so close to the edge of your orgasm that you can hardly think. All that exists is her mouth on you, her hands on you, the way her voice shakes with every praise she gives you.

Ellie moans against you, feeling how you tense. “Let go for me, my pretty girl.”

Your body reacts immediately, your resolve breaking as you’re thrown deep into release, warmth traveling through your body as your muscles tense and your mind clears, and all you can focus on is how her fingers feel inside you.

When you come down from it, she’s there to hold you. Ellie kisses you so softly, kisses your jawline and your chin and your forehead and every bit of you that she can reach. The suffering of the world is gone for now. You will never be safe from it, and you will never truly evade it – but here, in her warmth and beneath the love in her touch, you exist in peace.

THANK YOU FOR READING ily!!!

tlou taglist: @webism @aphrodyk3 @il0veb0ttomsthem0vie @jackiessnackie

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smoke me out ellie williams smau

synopsis: idek real modern love story between two academic smokers 🙁 ellie's TOO nonchalant

cw: smoking (tobacco, cannabis), hallucinogenic drugs (mushrooms), cursing..

001: i can post your motherfucking hands!

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smoke me out ellie williams smau

synopsis: idek real modern love story between two academic smokers 🙁

cw: smoking (tobacco, cannabis), hallucinogenic drugs (mushrooms), cursing..

010 : ellie cocaine williams

taglist: @liztreez @macaroni676 @sewithinsouls @vanpalmertruther @leaaavesss @alyaserrax @eddiesdrummergf @l0veylace @adoreasellie @undergrounddaughter @puppyrage @oneinameliann @astrcmoni @spookyyzzoro @sincerelyherz @all-da-ladies-luv-leoo @modernvenuss @robinphobia @lesbones @f7rys @vamp1reg1rrrl @elliesbbygirl @starryskiestonight @mikellie @somebodywithgoodtaste @eriiwaiii2

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natalie scatorccio x sensitive!gf

✎ᝰ.jinx notes just a few hcs i thought of randomly. my first time writing something here that isn't bots, i hope you like it <3

☪— If you have trouble letting things go, and always get nervous when it comes to getting a haircut, Natalie offers to always cut your hair at home. she always does everything very calmly, stopping every now and then to kiss away your tears and whisper that everything is okay.

☪— You once cried because you lost your favorite hair clip, and Natalie (having memorized which hair clip it was) immediately goes to buy you a new one. She doesn't try to pretend it's the same one, because she knows you hate lies and would notice the difference, and just tries to comfort you while giving you the new hair clip.

☪— Holds you at night because she knows you hate being cold/hate feeling alone while you sleep

☪— Loves to bring you flowers when she gets home from work on ordinary days, without a specific reason, but always gets worried when you start to cry with emotion at the affectionate gesture

"what's wrong, baby? you don't like it? :(" she always says with a tone full of concern, placing the flowers delicately on the table in the doorway and immediately going to gently cradle your face.

☪— After a complicated or stressful day, you two like to spend time together in the evening, when the world slows down. perhaps watching something quiet or just lying side by side, where natalie, with her more closed posture, finally allows you to come closer. you don't talk much, but there's a feeling that, in the silence, you understand each other completely.

☪— Natalie isn't one for words, so she communicates with you in very subtle ways. sometimes a touch on the arm, a longer look or a simple gesture like preparing her girlfriend's favorite coffee. you notice these details and respond with gestures of affection that make Natalie feel loved in a unique way. This creates a dynamic where your love is silent, but deep and very real.

☪— Natalie tends to be much more impulsive, aggressive and even withdrawn, while you are calm, more introspective and concerned about other people's feelings. This contrast between you makes for a perfect balance in the relationship: Natalie helps to bring out more intensity and passion, while you help to soften the sharper edges of Natalie's personality. you complement each other perfectly, almost like a yin and yang.

☪— Natalie, as tough as she is on the outside, has a deep vulnerability that you can touch. you help her to open her heart, to talk about her insecurities and her traumas, things that Natalie usually keeps to herself. you, with your empathy, never push, but over time, Natalie begins to trust more and more, showing that, as much as she wants to appear strong, she also needs someone to lean on.

(bottom divider by @strangergraphics)

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cuddles with ellie

you walk into your bedroom to find ellie laying on your bed, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. without saying a word you walk over to her and crawl on top of her. ellie continues looking at her phone, pretending not to notice you nuzzling you head into her chest, wrapping your arms and legs around her like a koala.

over the next couple of moments you let out a string of sighs and huffs trying to get her attention. around the fifth sigh ellie brings one hand to your head, slowly scratching your head. “you need something?.. or are you gonna keep sighing until you burn a hole in my shirt?” ellie says teasingly. you giggle, “maybe. if that’s what’ll take to make you pay attention to me.” “you’re so cute when you’re clingy.” ellie says as she begins to make random shapes on your back. “god forbid a girl wants to be a close as humanly possible to her girlfriend.” you say as you roll your eyes. ellie just softly laughs and places a kiss to your head.

ellie looks up from her phone again to find you sound asleep on her chest. she lives for the moments where she can just quietly study you. the way your hair falls over your face, how your eyelashes slightly flutter, each mole and mark on your face that makes you uniquely you. to ellie you are the most beautiful person to grace this world, she could spend days just admiring everything about you.

ellie holds you just a little closer, as if y’all weren’t already close enough before kissing your hairline and whispering, “i love you sweetheart, you’re the best things that’s ever happened to me.” although you were asleep you could still feel ellie’s love for you radiating onto you.

a/n: pov you’re touch starved (it’s been 3 months since i felt the touch of a women) anyways hope yall enjoyed this little blurb!🪿

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loser!ellie headcannons

❣︎loser!ellie who is yet to be intimate with anyone other than herself. so she was just as surprised that she got a girlfriend as the rest of jackson.

❣︎loser!ellie who finally coughs up the courage to ask you out. She takes you to an old pizza place, which honestly was very cheap and looked sketchy.

❣︎loser!ellie who goes wide-eyed when you ask if she wants to come over for the first time. she stumbles on her words and hangs up on the phone moments after agreeing.

❣︎loser!ellie who shows up at your house overdressed. black and red flannel rolled up to her elbows, dark grey skinny jeans and sneakers. She turns pink as soon as she sees you answer the door in pajama shorts and a tee.

❣︎loser!ellie who sits on the edge of your bed, scratching the back of her neck as she glances around your room. She mumbles about how its cozy.

❣︎loser!ellie who freezes when you kiss her for the first time. She sits there for a good moment with your lips connected before she finally realizes.

❣︎loser!ellie who whines (literally whines) you straddles her, hips jutting up into you. Her hands find you hips as she pushes you down onto her.

-khloe

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MISERY LOVES COMPANY - TEASER. ⌖

“i owe you a black eye and two kisses, tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em”

1:00 AM, SATURDAY MORNING.

Your temples pound against your skull, the pen in your hand trembles with the rest of your body. the stacks of papers that covered your table were telling of your stress levels, bills, and grocery prices plagued your mind whilst your body functioned on autopilot.

you had just gotten your youngest to fall asleep, and were now trying your hardest to focus on organizing the absolute mess of your personal life. you probably should’ve given up for the night and gone to bed unfulfilled, but you didn’t. instead you filled out form after form, and scribbled down grocery lists for weeks to come. “fucks sake,” you mutter under your breath, even the sound of your own breathing was irritating you.

time moved as if the clock was scared to startle you, slowly and quietly. the blaring ringing in your ears was probably the only thing keeping you awake, barely alert, but still conscious. your lethargic state is disrupted when your phone begins to buzz on the table. you rushed to silence the ringtone, silently pleading that the abrupt sound didn't wake your kids.

the number was unknown to you, outside of your small circle of friends, you debated answering, just to ask who, and how. but you declined. gently tossing your phone onto the table. the buzzing stopped just as quickly as it began. and you prayed to god for some sort of silence. your moments of peace were short, however. cut off by the persistent caller attempting to reach you once again.

you scoffed and stood up from your chair, pressing the answer button aggressively.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” you whisper yell into the phone, trying your absolute hardest to keep quiet. the person on the other line coughs, “Who even is this?” they don't reply, all you can hear is their jagged breaths into the phone.

“Hello?” you press, your voice dripping with frustration, your head was pounding, your throat was screaming - you didn't have time for this.

”wait, don't hang up.” the person clears their throat, pressing the phone into their ear further, “Please.” the unknown woman roughly pleads with you, the rugged voice wasnt hard to distinguish from one you’ve heard many times before. although you hadn’t heard it in years, you knew.

you didn't have to hear anything else before you knew who it was, your heart dropped when the realization hit you. ellie. ellie that you haven’t talked to in years was calling you from what you suspected to be a pay phone.

“What the fu- ellie?” if you weren’t awake before this, you sure as hell were now. ellie laughs into the phone, an awkward tic that she did often.

“Yeah, hi. hey.” her voice cracked, you sighed aloud into the phone. your fingers massaging your temples to soothe the ache that hadn’t faded. if anything the pain had gotten worse, now seeping into the rest of your body.

“Listen im sor-” “where are you?” her breath hitches, her voice dripping with disappointment, insecurity replaces the blood in her veins, flowing all the way to her heart, where it would stay.

“The tipsy bison.” you scoffed, finally realizing the exact reasoning for her reaching out. “you’re calling me to come get you from the bar, ellie?” her silence is confirmation to her motives, you hear her sigh into the phone, twirling with the cord to distract her fingers.

you wanted to tell her to get fucked, to berate her for calling for the first time in years with the only intention of getting picked up from the bar. you wanted to so badly let her know how selfish she is, and how much you hate her. but you didnt. instead you silently grabbed your car keys and told her to stay put. hanging up the phone without a second thought.

you had just fought with your kids to go down, their room dark, and filled with silence. and you were not about to disrupt that.

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