#e.w ♡ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

s-4pphics · 1 year ago

Text

a friend in need! (e.w.)

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

SYNOPSIS: heartbreak aid during the apocalypse, you ask?

WORD COUNT: 5k

WARNINGS: bff!ellie who’s sad, kinda perv oc who’s eager to fix that, remixed version of seattle!ellie, dina catching strays for no reason (i love her pls), wound care but erotic, SMUT AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS DNI, dubcon (nasty green), porn watching, mutual/guided masturbation, brief poochie eating, oc in denial ab her little crush, real girlhood <3, slight angst :(

A/N: the bubblegum apocalypse where no one dies or lies. #SCISSORING

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

The gates of Jackson open, and relief rushes through your chest.

Everyone is accounted for. Ellie’s accounted for.

Weeks—or however the fuck long— of pent-up anxiety finally settles in your limbs as you sprint towards Shimmer while Jesse tends to Dina, greeting the hazel mount with coos and rustles through her fur. Baby needs a bath and a good brushing.

Your eyes swiftly shift from her to your best friend, “Ellie, I’m so glad— “

“Can you help me down, please?”

Creases bunch in your forehead at the strain in her tone. And then you’re met with the blood-soaked wrap that's enclosed around her jean-covered thigh.

“Oh, shit… c’mere.”

Ellie’s good leg swings over the saddle, and you hold her waist to ease her down into the muddy grass. Joel’s the first one to engulf her. They exchange words that you don’t catch before his reluctant arms drop to guide Shimmer back to the stocks, leaving you two alone. You can’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around her neck next, mindful of her leg.

“I didn’t know what to think when y’all didn’t come back,” you whisper.

When the two girls first made their departure to Seattle, the icy remains of winter had just begun to melt into the dirt beneath it, and that alone felt like ages ago. There’s mosquitoes and moths everywhere now, following wherever the sun beams.

A strong arm wraps around your waist, and you instantly stiffen and detach from her, hands resting on her shoulders.

Her gaze drops to the ground when you whisper, “What happened, Ellie? You okay?”

She breathes. “Peachy.”

Your hands drop when she turns in the direction of her home, head jerking when she says, “I’m gonna shower.”

“Dinners supposed to be really good tonight!” You exclaim with a broken smile when she takes her first hobble, “Eat with me? Consider it a celebration that you made it home safe.”

Ellie seems to soften at your invitation, head bobbing in approval, and you smile.

She holds her fist out to you, “See you in 20?”

You bump your knuckles against hers with strained cheeks, “See you in 20.”

One small, comforting smile from her, and she’s off, limping back home.

“What’s up with them?”

You flinch at the too close whisper from Jesse, and you shrug. “Maybe they broke up.”

“Doubt it,” He snorts, “Dina told me it was brutal on the way back. The bastards were everywhere, she said. They’re probably still shook up.”

“Damn… How’s she doing?”

“Weird as hell. I think she’s sick or something,” Concern is melting off him, “She’s getting checked out now.”

“I’ll check on her later,” You face him, “Coming to dinner?”

“Probably not. Gotta make sure Dee’s good.” He’s already walking off, trailing after his friend…? Ex? You never know what to call them.

“See ya.” You wave awkwardly.

Weird.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

How do you cheer up a friend that just witnessed three dozen infected tear another small community to shreds? At least, according to Jesse. He was able to get more out of Ellie and Dina than you were, apparently.

You don’t know how Ellie — or anyone — could experience such barbarous scenes as frequently as they do. You’ve been on patrol twice since you stumbled upon Jackson a few years back, and each venture leaves you less and less eager to see the world beyond its walls. You respect their bravery, not only for being able to dive head first into unknown territory with nothing but bullets and faith, but to also face those walking demons at every corner.

Your closest friend is often excited to show you scavenged artifacts that she has collected, but… she’s barely spoken to you since you helped her off Shimmer.

Her silence is uncommon, and therefore, frightening.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had fish,” you scoff weakly, poking your carrots with your fork, “It’s good, huh?”

Her focus shifts from the tablecloth to you.

Silence.

You drop your utensil, “Fuck, Ellie… dude, what happened out there? Jesse told me… that y'all got caught up— “

“Dina’s pregnant.”

He didn’t tell you that.

Ellie’s whisper breezes past your ears so fast that you barely catch it. The canteen continues to bustle with hungry, ravaged patrons who returned from their second round of patrol. You assumed Ellie was one of them after her scattered return, but she hasn’t touched anything on her plate. Not even her carrots. Her favorite; A literal goddamn rabbit.

No wonder she hasn’t eaten… Who could’ve with news like that? Especially considering the high she was riding before the couple left.

“What.”

Ellie’s head shakes with gall, and a disappointed grin plumps her cheeks.

“Yup… Can’t wait to tell Maria.”

Sharing the news of a new Jackson kiddo sounds like the last thing on her mind. Days before the two took off, she was squealing like a wild hyena in the wee hours of the night, gushing to you about the midnight explorations with her long-term crush. Her retellings of their first night together were vivid: filled with pent up tension and need and unfiltered lust. According to Ellie, they could’ve gotten married in a fortnight with the relationship they’d built over the years, and you believed her. Sadly.

You were present, observant, during your teenage years. You were there when Cat kissed Ellie, when they broke up, when Ellie had recurring nightmares about Riley and was desperate for comfort from you, when Ellie fell for Dina…

And now they’re in a pickle. A fat one.

Hearing about Ellie’s relationship never went how you’d assume. You expected to be happy for your friend whenever she enthused about a topic that brought about such elation, but there was always something about the stories that gave you pause. Something that burned in the pit of your stomach and caused you to, frankly, fake congratulations. You’re unsure why, but hearing about Dina and Ellie’s relationship potentially being tarnished is calming that simmer inside you.

“Just when I thought…” She scoffs quietly. “Whatever. Fuck it.”

You can’t resist and slip, “… Who’s the daddy?” And she hisses.

“Guess.”

But you don’t have to... Fuck.

Dina and Jesse’s relationship was… something. In adolescence, Ellie was either secretly celebrating their multitude of separations or crying to you about them getting back together. Their consistent streak of being on and off clearly got the best of them. There’s a ball of cells growing inside of your friend’s almost-girlfriend.

“Shit… maybe it was… a misunderstanding? Doesn’t it take a couple weeks to… form in the womb or whatever?”

You’re not the devil's advocate. Your lips clamp at Ellie’s stern glare.

“There’s no misunderstanding.”

Your shoulders slump at the distance in her eyes. The indifference she’s exuding can’t disguise the hurt that she’s experiencing internally. Your heart aches for her, despite the excited jitters in your fingers.

“… Sorry, man.”

“I don’t care.”

Good, you impulsively want to say. You shove it down into the hardwood beneath your soles. Your brows furrow in annoyance, more so at yourself for not being remorseful. “Fuck off. Yes, you do, and that’s okay. It’s normal.”

“Can we go?”

Her request is sudden and cracked, and every inkling of pride deflates in your chest. Poor thing; How could you feel like this when she’s this scattered? Guilt replaces whatever dark fantasy you’ve conjured up in the past five minutes.

You move to stand without objection. Fuck the carrots, “Yeah. Let’s roll— “

An instant lightbulb above your head… and it’s glowing green. Roll.

Roll!

Mischief shines in your chest and eyes when you glance around the packed space in search for,

“TOMMY!”

A flash of brown hair turns to meet your sprinting form. The peach he’s holding looks devine.

“You seen ‘Gene anywhere?”

Your grin widens at his disapproving stare.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

“Be careful with those, shit-for-brain! I’m not coming to save your ass like last time!”

“Got it, boss!” You squeak with a polite smile, shoving the small baggie of rolled joints into your stuffed satchel. It vanishes the second Eugene slams his vault to his dirty ass man cave, “Fucking dicksucker.” You huff.

Ellie snickers from beside you. “C’mon. Be nice.”

“No. He skimped on me last time. Toke hog.”

The walk to your place is colder than usual, but it’s beautiful out. The moon shines from behind the dark clouds, illuminating the ivory that shields the incoming spring grass. Gorgeously cinematic; A scenery that gets the heart thumping. Aching. Yearning.

You lead Ellie onto your porch and into your home. She removes her jacket and kicks off her boots, throwing her armor over the designated rack. Your satchel goes flying across the room until it clatters on your bed. Black tapes spill all over the mattress, and Ellie scolds you disapprovingly.

“Again? Really?”

You smirk. Eugene’s always too blasted to punish your kleptocracy, “No one has a better porn collection than ‘Ge— “

Her jaw slacks, “Porn?! What the fuck, I thought those were the Jurassic Park— “

“They’re not…” Before pondering, “Although that’d be some crazy role play. RAAAWR— “

“You’re the fucking worst.”

“C’mon! Look at these titles,” You skip to your bedside to snag a couple tapes, “Smoochie the Coochie… Banging my hot neighbor…”

A boisterous laugh passes your lips, “Throbbin’ Hood: Prince of Beaves! Tell me that’s not fucking hilarious!”

Ellie doesn’t laugh. Hasn’t laughed. Just simmers by the front door with red dusting her cheeks. How adorable!

“Why’re you looking like that?”

When her eyes travel over the creases between your brows and confused smile, your feet give an awkward stutter. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. At the very least, she should’ve cracked a smile by now. Even an insecure one.

You peer down at the tapes in your hand and back up at her. Her posture shifted: arms wrapped protectively around her waist while she leaned on the balls of her feet, eyes inspecting the dim lights of your space.

Another lightbulb. Not a green one.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

She shrugs with floundering shoulders. You chuckle.

“It’s just for shits and giggles, Ellie. Don’t be so serious. The acting sucks and you needa good laugh.”

You cradle the filled baggie like it holds a sacred orb and waltz towards the VCR. Your screen shifts from bright blue to the tape’s introduction screen. Naked men in speedos… Ellie plops down on the couch behind and mindlessly flicks a lighter. You reach into the baggie and toss her the fattest joint available before working the remote.

A sigh releases… then another flicker… then a long, drawled out exhale. You grin.

You, remote in hand, plop down next to her, “Is it good?”

“Better than last time, for sure.” You trade the remote for the joint, arm wrapped around your angled legs as you pull. Hits smooth… er. It still dries your throat.

“Remind me to thank him.��

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Two joints down. Two tapes completed. Three wide smiles from Ellie from the bad acting. The night’s a win in your book.

She lazily lights another joint while you switch out the tapes. You purposely saved the best for last: apparently the only lesbian porno in that bastard’s whole cave. When’s the last time you’ve smoochied a coochie?

More importantly, when’s the last time Ellie has? Recently, you assume; She and Dina were too close to only be going on long walks in the woods. The more you smoke, the more your mind wanders where it shouldn’t.

… Your friend is a lover. Always has been, despite her efforts of convincing you, herself — everyone — that she’s emotionally indifferent. Craves affection, both verbal and physical, like she’s deprived. She raves to you about her desires on a weekly basis, for fucks sake! Someone hug the poor girl!

“Feeling better?” You squeak when you plant on the cushion. Ellie nods with a soft grin.

“Thank you.”

Your hands clap together and her body shakes from the recoil. “The night’s not over yet! I got a surprise for you! Happy Birthday!”

“It’s not my birthday… I don’t know my birthday— “

Your smile is laced with grating sarcasm, “Wow, you really know how to kill the vibe! Just play along, goddamn!”

You sigh when her expression flattens.

“Ellie…”

“Yes?”

Oh… That crackly tone did a little something. Cheering Clitorous. Alright. Okay.

“I found a little something in ‘Gene’s special drawer— “

“Aren’t all his drawers special.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up.”

Her red eyes widen, but she silences.

“You know what feels really nice after a bad breakup?”

Her middle finger digs into her dry eye, “Getting high and watching porn with the only other lesbian you know?”

“Even better,” Your hand claps down on her jean-clad, uninjured thigh. “Getting high and watching lesbian porn with the only other lesbian you know… while getting head. A true fixer-upper.”

More silence, and your tummy gives a nervous tumble. Eugene’s bud gives you enough courage to make eye contact, and, given any other circumstance, you would’ve hollered laughter at how stunned Ellie looks, eyes nearly stretched beyond her lids, but you don’t. You press on when she denies you.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Your thumb presses the large button in the middle and the screen displays two, three — six women… all sprawled out on white carpet while lewdness shines through their eyes… And not at all the romantic wives fingering each other next to the fireplace like you envisioned. Plus, the music sucks. Who the fuck plays the accordion while bumping cooters?

Your eyes circle around and… Oh, wow. A lot less tame than you were expecting… Are those chains and a paddle?

What the fuck, Eugene.

“Oh, shit.”

Ellie’s either impressed or about to go on a judgmental rampage. You gauge her expression curiously. Her lashes keep fluttering like butterfly wings. You nearly coo audibly. She always does that when she’s excited! What a cutie!

Ellie recites the description at the bottom of the screen, “When six girls go off into the woods for an early 4th of July getaway, conversations take a lustful… and explorative turn. Find out what happens during one late, hot evening after a game of… kiss and blow?”

You snort, “Are you asking me?”

“Well, yeah… The fuck is kiss and blow?”

You shrug, “Find out.”

One click of the remote, and the footage begins… More giggles from Ellie, and something flutters in your chest. You’ll have to watch bad acting with her more often.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Six minutes into Smoochie the Coochie, and you still don’t know what kiss and blow is. And you don’t care to find out.

High pitched moans and pleasured squeals that almost sound phony rings in your hazy skull as you stare up at your best friend from between her covered legs.

This is the quietest she’s been all night: her eyes are locked on the screen behind you, completely entranced with flushed cheeks by what you assume is the sweatiest, raunchiest… scissoring, is what it’s called? On the screen. Maybe. You’re wired and can’t think straight and Ellie’s hot.

“Are we really doing this right now?”

She whispers when you caress her thigh over her pants, and you nod approvingly. Desperately, but she can’t tell. “Up to you.”

You don’t expect a cold hand to come up and tenderly brush against your cheek. You shudder and nuzzle into it. Sober you would be so embarrassed at how you’re reacting to her affections. You’ve never been the needy one.

“Can we…”

You pout and burn with embarrassment, but start to pull back, “Stop?”

“No, no…” Her eyes meet yours and your body locks. A bit nervous. “I dunno…”

“Tell me.”

“Later.” She whispers.

You stare skeptically as she plays with your earlobe. “I promise I’m good. I want this. I’ll tell you later.”

A pause before you sigh. “Okay. Up.” You pat her thigh and her hips rise. Her unbuttoned jeans are peeled down her legs, gently over her fresh bandage, and tossed beside you. Your body is miles ahead of your brain; before you realize, your lips smack all over her bruised thighs, peppering over the freshly bandaged scars and faded ones. She squirms where she sits, shaky breaths puffing from her lips.

Your mouth travels higher, and an encouraging hand lands on the back of your head, massaging your scalp.

“Tell me what’s happening.” You mumble against her, a blind finger pointing back at the screen.

“I don’t — So much shit is going on. Like… from all directions.”

You smile against her thigh, “Someone catch your attention?”

“I…”

But no explanation is needed. There’s treads of weakness in her growl. Go figure.

“Lemme guess… She look like her?”

If she catches the unwarranted agitation in your tone, she doesn’t mention it. Simply digs her nails into the back of your head. No forceful tugs at your hair, but a warning, and your teeth beam.

“I dunno what the fuck you’re smiling for, but it’s gonna piss me off soon.”

There's a smidge of threat in her voice, so your kisses travel up. A pleasant distraction, given every small twitch of her legs.

Not too long before you reach the hem of her underwear, and you trap it between your teeth before releasing it. Her tummy jolts when the fabric hits her skin, and you go heart-eyed.

“Tell me who you’re looking at.”

“T-The one that brought all that crazy shit to the party.”

Of course. Handcuffs, she means. The large, wooden paddle, she means. A slow drag of your tongue advances up her v-line and her body wracks against her will.

“Crazy in a bad way?” You purr against softness, and she exhales a laugh. “Not in this context, I guess.”

“You like that kinda stuff?”

“How the fuck would I know?”

You snort before your eyes fall, trapped by the small patch of wetness that sticks to her panties. Glues the outline of her lips to the fabric. You’re seconds — inches away from going feral.

Whatever patience you entered with has withered: and with determined hands, Ellie’s underwear gets yanked, pried down her legs and tossed behind you. Your eyes glisten with excitement when they meet the red pearl that twitches in anticipation, walls that leak when the warmth of your breath brushes over the cup of her.

Her pussy’s perfect. A stunner, for sure. You and Cat were never close, but you’d hit her up to get Ellie tatted. Not even in a discreet place. It’d be somewhere where everyone — Dina — can see. On your forehead, for fucks sake—

S-Stop staring at me.

It seemed like the moans behind you became louder. You nearly shove three fingers in Ellie’s mouth as punishment for interrupting the moment, but you choke on a breath. Mumble a slur of you’re cute, can’t help it in an attempt to ease her.

And just when your tongue unravels over your bottom lip, right when Ellie’s taste is millimeters away, right when her breath hitches and her mouth drops open, the loudest crack, very reminiscent of bullets, rings across your small living room. Scares her, scares you enough to steal the attention from the art between her thighs.

The sight on the screen is new, even for you.

It’s not every day you see girls being slung across muscly laps and swatted on the ass with wooden tools with their hands bound behind them while they cry and sob and beg for their masters to hit them harder. You probably would’ve laughed at the theatrics if Ellie wasn’t here, as if you weren't about to go to town on her ten seconds ago. Both your breaths shudder and tremble as raunchy sounds of lips smacking and girls touching themselves and fingering each other split your ears in half.

Your vision tunnels and shifts when a whimper from Ellie rattles through your chest and down your ribcage. She gasps like you’ve caught her doing something bad, but she doesn’t stop whatever she’s doing. Just blushes madly with her hand shoved between her squeezed legs while her eyes flicker between you and the screen.

Time seems to whir and the room spins. The pace of your breath increases, slobbery wheezes syncing with Ellie’s when her legs cross over one another.

Your muscles move you closer, hands planted on either side of her waist, back enlengthening until your eyes are level with hers. Her tongue barely dips to wet her bottom lip, eyes swiftly flickering down to your mouth.

A hand raises right when another crack of a paddle against skin ripples through your speakers, and before Ellie can flinch, your palm caresses her cheek, thumb exploring the divets in her face. Over the healed wounds and fiery specks that hypnotize. You don’t expect her to nuzzle into your touch…

And you definitely don’t expect her arm to start moving, despite its enclosing.

Her eyelids bat, and green pierces through your chest. Over your neck, your face, your shoulders as her bicep twitches. When her lips part around a gasp, you choke.

Lemme see.

Ellie curses under her breath, kisses your palm, and undoes the twining of her legs. Her fingers are gentle where they rest over her pussy, the bones in her hand flexing as her palm digs into her clit, folds smushed around the muscles of her thumb.

That’s how you do it?

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, masking a smile as her head shakes. Your heart pinches.

Show me how.

Her head falls to the side as her cheeks sizzle.

You first.

You shudder, and your brain scolds. This wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to smoke, watch porn, eat pussy, and escort her home safely.

Not the fucking plan.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

Ellie insisted that you restart Smoochie the Coochie before you undress. For ambiance, she’d said when you stood on two feet, watching as she removed her hoodie. For me? She’d whispered against your cheek, in only a tank top, when you finally positioned yourself on the cushion in front of her. Face to face, pussies almost touching, your knees to the ceiling.

The volume of the footage has been turned down, but the acting… it’s fucking hilarious. You shouldn’t be smiling. You shouldn’t be giggling, but you are.

Ellie moves loose strands of hair behind her ear, grin matching yours.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

Ellie, much to your shock, makes the first move. Again.

Takes your wrist in her hand, brings your limp one up to her mouth to pepper kisses on your knuckles before pressing in between your open thighs. Your fingers are clumsy and your heart pounds against your ribcage, thighs jerking at the sticky contact of your own juices. Ellie's eyes between your legs like a hawk, leant comfortably against the pillows stacked behind her.

Her attention encourages you. You balance on the hand that rests on the couch, grinning playfully around the fingers that sink into your mouth and glide on your tongue. Ellie shakes her head with a small smile before reaching for the lighter and last joint. Sticks the end of it between her lips, flicks the lighter twice, and ignites it.

Every slow exhale of smoke gets rewarded with presses on your clit, your index and middle fingers tickling the sensitive area with learned precision. It pulsates under your fingertips whenever you lock eyes; her eyes are fervent with need, uncontrollably so, and it sends vibrations through your spine.

Slower, Ellie whispers wetly when your touch becomes rushed. Too eager for her liking. She’s always hated when you rush things. Loathes your impatience.

The moans from the film pick up again: shaky and cracked and high. They match yours when you apply just enough pressure on the spot right above your clit. Your walls constrict and slick gushes from, and Ellie curses.

When your fingers explore elsewhere, she sits up suddenly, her breath hitting your mouth when she mutters, Keep touching right there, with a tight hand around your wrist, trying to guide you back to the spot that makes your thighs quake.

I’m gonna cum if I do. There’s warning in your gasp.

Ellie puffs again before huffing a smoky breath, the scent infiltrating your senses. Your fingers almost sink inside, Wasn’t that the plan?

Cum w-with me?

Your voice is pleading, tone almost identical to when you would incessantly pester and follow Ellie around Jackson when you were younger.

Ellie, watch a movie with me?

Ellie, do a puzzle with me?

Ellie, go on a walk with me?

Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!

What used to be innocent invitations have swiftly shifted into something darker, and Ellie needs more. A shocked squeak leaves you when her free hand curls around the back of your neck to smash your lips together. Your hazy mind hadn’t registered Ellie’s fiery stares at your bruised lips, her head tilting in the opposite direction of yours, her nose brushing against yours whenever your fingers made a gooey noise.

Your eyes flutter shut when her tongue sloppily glides over your bottom lip, moans quenchless where they hit Ellie’s tongue. She swallows them down until they jolt in her stomach, and shoves her hand between her thighs once more.

Her fingers are drenched and so are yours; there’s nasty, slicked noises everywhere. From you, from Ellie, from the television that’s been forgotten by both of you.

Ellie’s movements become desperate in a matter of seconds, no longer able to keep up the pace of your kiss. Your separated lips connect only by a thin line of saliva as Ellie gasps hit the skin of your cheek.

Can’t wait to feel you on me.

Your euphoria begs to peak at Ellie’s promise, your fingers massaging all the spots that send you to the stars at a desperate pace, trying to match Ellie’s.

Cum with me, she growls like you did, Cum with me, cum with me, fuck —

Your friend’s name is a prayer on your tongue, shrouded in lust and a longing you’ve forced down to non-existence. You both succumb to pleasure in unison, the pulsing between your thighs synched with hers as she whimpers out.

I wanna tie you up like that. Tie you up? Beat your ass raw and bloody? Whatever she's looking at, you want. You'll take without hassle. Anything for her. After one glance at the screen,

Cumming for you, oh shit—

You wring out your high until there’s nothing left to give her, legs closing around your wrist at the aching sensitivity. Ellie’s head falls onto the arch of your knees, lathering your skin in spit-filled kisses, her soaked hand slowing between her legs.

“Lay down.”

“H-Hm?”

“Lay down,” you croak.

And she does, eyes filled with carnality.

The porno is long forgotten when your head shoves between Ellie’s legs, the tape stuck on the starter screen while her cries of pleasure blend with the same bullshit accordion.

You tongue her with fever, drink down all of her heartbreak that she endured while she was away from the source, mark yourself all over the terrain of her until she shatters with a cry of your name. Drenches your mouth, your tongue, your chin. Pushes you away with a cautious hand when you don’t stop. Flinches with sensitivity.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

“Hold still.”

You swipe the disinfecting wipe over Ellie’s wound, fresh blood leaking into the white cotton. She assembles new bandages where she sits above you, unraveling the sterile fabric for you to wrap her in.

“I’m trying!” She whines, “It still hurts.”

“Shouldn’t have tried to ride my face— “

She flicks your forehead so hard, it thumps like a drum, and you wince before playfully biting her finger.

She snickers and allows you to collect the last bits of blood with the last tarnished rag in your first-aid kit, snagging the bandages from her grasp. She holds down the new gauze and does as she’s told, lifting her thigh on your command as you bind her messy stitches.

Why did you kiss them, though?

It lasted 0.5 seconds. A quick, gentle smack meant to soothe, but your brain doesn’t see it that way. Red alarms glow in every crevice of your cerebrum, urging you to move away from your best friend. You stare at Ellie and Ellie stares back, expression no longer readable and easy-going, and you flinch away from her.

Inviting her over for some innocent porn-watching is one thing… but kissing her without motive? Without the need to progress into something more? It stuns you more than her. You think.

“Sor — sorry — “

Ellie’s already palming at your shoulders, “It’s okay… it’s not a big deal— “

And it’s not. Why does her confirmation bloom a new ache in your chest?

Your knees pop when you hurriedly stand, and Ellie follows, hands sliding down your arms to grab your hands.

“Hey…”

You meet her eyes.

“We’re good… okay? It’s nothing serious.”

Don’t cry. You agree with a grin. One you pray she doesn’t notice cracks in its corners. She says nothing. Just caresses your cheek in unsaid thanks. Thanks for tonight. Thanks for the distraction.

Ellie returns a smile before gathering her clothes off the floor. She dresses in silence as you watch with a sorrowful gleam. Is it selfish to ask her to stay? Would it be too much? Should you? Will you?

It’s when she’s tying her boots up that you say something.

“I can walk you back!”

“I got it. I’m not going straight home.”

Ellie’s denial is calm. Gentle. Not abrasive in the slightest, but your hands quiver and heart swells, bound to burst with dejection. Where is she going? The town is sleeping.

She leaves before you can ask with a promise of seeing you in the morning for breakfast. Nothing unfamiliar, nothing changed.

Tears rock you to sleep, and you’re not sure why.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪

1K notes · View notes

meganegatari · 6 months ago

Text

complete ellie masterlist ✧˖*°࿐

LEGEND: ✄ = nsfw (blurbs) | ♡ = personal favs | ☆ = 1k+

series:

how soon is now? ☆

➯ sfw. "hallway crush"!ellie x reader. meet-cute + friends to crushes. potentially completed.

superblood wolfmoon ♡

➯ sfw + action/drama. superhero spider!ellie x reader. ongoing.

loser!ellie collection ☆

➯ sfw/nsfw. amalgamation of everything loser!ellie.

one-shots:

10:15 saturday night

➯ nsfw. sub!ellie x reader. fluffy porn w/ plot. 5k wc.

what a loser! ☆

➯ nsfw. ultra loser!ellie x reader. teasing, teasing, and more teasing. continuation in progress. 2.2k wc.

temptation waits ♡

➯ nsfw. sub vampire!ellie bloodsucking denial. technically request but oneshot length/format. 3.3k wc.

where the mulberry tree stands ♡

➯ sfw. heavy angst. rewrite of a greek tragedy. 4k wc.

regret & saudade; loose threads ⭑.ᐟ ♡

➯ nsfw. angsty exes reigniting(?) + sub!ellie. with the sweetest ever, @bloodstainedsapphic. 3.6k wc.

requests:

makeover

➯ sfw. doing gf!ellie's makeup. 0.8k wc.

cut, chew, cum!

➯ nsfw. aphrodisiac chocolates. no dom/sub just horny. 2.2k wc.

no, tell me more ☆

➯ sfw. stoned loser!ellie. 1k wc.

preference (e.w. ver.) ☆

➯ nsfw. smutty ramble. 0.3k wc.

aftercare

➯ sfw. fluffy ramble. 0.6k wc.

so fuckin' sweet

➯ nsfw. tongue pierced reader performing oral on sub!ellie. 1.4k wc.

using a vibe on r! ☆

➯ nsfw. porn w/out plot. soft dom!ellie. 0.6k wc.

gotta be discreet! ☆

➯ nsfw. remote control vibrator usage on streamer!ellie. 1.6k wc.

learnt your lesson?

➯ nsfw. eating out sub!ellie from the back. intro done by @bloodstainedsapphic. 2k wc.

blurbs:

ice-skating lesson

garage home visit ♡

library trip w/ gf!ellie

romcom style window entry

edging w/ sub!ellie

pathetic loser!ellie ♡ ✄ ☆

beach day

dancing in the club ✄ (?)

kissing all over her body ✄

vocal loser!ellie ✄ ☆

subtop!ellie fingering ✄

thigh pillow ♡

cozy night in

new years kiss

hickeys ♡

archery coach!ellie

see the rest of my characters' works here!!

473 notes · View notes

caitlynssweetheart · 4 months ago

Text

001. RAINY SUMMERS 〃✦ ┆ E.W

︶⊹��︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶

ꔫ PARING: childhood friends ellie x reader

WORDCOUNT: 1313

SONG INSPO: PLEASE BE RUDE BY GIGI PEREZ

ꔫ WARNINGS: homophobia⁠, Family conflict and forced separation⁠?,medical emergency/car accident⁠⁠, religous talk

ꔫ SYNOPSIS: Ellie Williams was your childhood friend, but you haven't spoken to her in years. Your parents convinced you that she was a bad influence, and following their wishes, you were made to stop speaking to her and move away. Now working at a hospital, you hadn't thought about Ellie for a long time. Recently though, she's been on your mind, and you've found yourself wondering what happened to her after syou moved away.

A/N: This is my first fic in a long time i hope you guys enjoy it♡

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶

The rain was coming down in sheets, but that didn't stop Ellie and you from dashing out into the yard, shrieking and laughing as the water soaked through your clothes. The two of you had been spending a lot of time together lately. Her smile was radiant as her hair soaked through and stuck to her shoulders. She made you feel things you hadn't expected, your hands intertwined as she pulled you toward the tree where you both always played. She kept hold of your hand.

The raindrops created a gentle rhythm on the leaves above, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. Ellie's hand was warm in yours despite the cool rain, and when she turned to look at you, her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something else you couldn't quite name. The way she squeezed your hand made your heart skip a beat.

"Remember when we used to climb this tree?" she asked, running her free hand along the bark. "We'd sit up there for hours, telling stories and making plans."

You nodded, remembering all those summer afternoons spent in the branches, your legs dangling, sharing secrets that felt too big for your young hearts. Now, standing here in the rain, those memories felt both distant and incredibly close, like pages from a beloved book you'd read too many times to count.

"We should do it now," Ellie suggested suddenly, her grin widening. "Climb up, just like we used to. Who cares if we're soaked?"

Before you could respond, she was already pulling you toward the lowest branch, her laughter mixing with the sound of rain, creating a melody that would echo in your memories for years to come.

You wake up, sitting at the edge of the bed. Another dream, haunting you still till this day. Your heart ached at the thought of her. Even if it was years ago. Till this day is your biggest regret, that you just vanished from her. That was the day your mother had caught the two of you being like that. She hated Ellie, no matter what. You could never understand why, she wasn’t really like other girls at school. The way she dressed was quite… diffrent. But you always had your dad who defended you and said that you were only kids. While your mom was not approving of the two of you being together but since she didn't want to argue with your father. She let you two be. But this day… When you got back inside she was already standing watching the two of you.

Once you and Ellie got inside, your mother's voice cut through the air like ice. "Ellie, I think it's time for you to go home." The way she said Ellie's name made your stomach turn. Ellie looked at you, confusion and hurt flickering across her face, but she nodded politely.

"Yes, ma’am" she said quietly, wringing water from her shirt. You wanted to say something, to stop her from leaving, but the words caught in your throat under your mother's stern gaze.

That night, your mother sat you down for "the talk." She spoke about reputation, about what was proper and that two girls being so close is not normal, about how people would talk. "We're moving to your aunt's place in Seattle," she announced, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Your father's company has an opening there, and it's for the best."

You never got to say goodbye properly. Your mother made sure of that, keeping you busy with packing and preparations. The few times Ellie came by, your mother told her you were too busy to see anyone. You watched from your window as she stood at your front gate, waiting, hoping, until finally turning away.

The memory shifts to your last glimpse of her through the car's back window - standing on her porch, watching your family drive away. You had slipped a letter into her mailbox the night before, trying to explain, promising to write, to call. But your mother made sure those promises remained unfulfilled, monitoring your phone calls, checking your mail.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶

Now, sitting on your bed, what felt like decades later, you wonder if she still lives in that old house, if she still thinks about that rainy summer day. You've typed her name into search engines more times than you can count, but you've never had the courage to press enter. Some wounds, you've learned, don't heal - they just become part of who you are, like the sound of rain on leaves and the memory of a warm hand in yours.

Even though she never knew your feelings - those deep, overwhelming emotions that went far beyond friendship - you felt like you were drowning in unspoken words. You wished you could have told her how your heart raced whenever she smiled, how her laugh made everything brighter, but fear held you back. The risk of losing even the memory of what you had seemed too great.

As the years passed, you found yourself drifting further from your parents' carefully laid path. Their religious convictions, once a fortress of certainty, began to feel like prison walls. You went through the motions - attending services, reciting prayers - but each word felt hollow, each gesture empty. The god they believed in seemed deaf to your pain, blind to your truth.

Every night, you would lie awake, wondering if somewhere out there, Ellie was doing the same. If she ever questioned why you disappeared, if she understood the weight of all the things left unsaid. The silence between you grew into a chasm too wide to cross, filled with prayers that never reached heaven and truths that never found voice.

With a sigh, you pushed these thoughts aside. A last-minute schedule change had redirected you from your usual fifth floor duties to the emergency room today.

As you arrived on the floor, you were immediately met with a chaotic scene of injured patients scattered throughout the area. It quickly became clear that there had been an accident, and the ER staff was doing their best to treat the victims. You paused for a moment, taking in the overwhelming scene, before continuing on to begin your shift. As you made your way through the room, you noticed the lady in lavender-colored scrubs, whom you nodded at in recognition, she came up to you "Car accident, a whole group of people, the drunk driver was already died when he arrived here" Your head kept nodding taking in the information you were given. You started helping around, tending to the patients as best as you could. Amidst the chaos, you noticed one patient in particular. She was unconscious, with a head wound that was being hastily bandaged by a frantic nurse. A sense of dread washed over you as you recognized the features of your once best friend, Ellie.

Your heart stopped. Time seemed to freeze as you stood there, unable to move, watching as other medical staff rushed around her. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you - after years of deliberately staying away, here she was, right in front of you, needing your help. Your medical training kicked in, pushing aside the emotional turmoil, and you stepped forward to assist. As you approached her bed, you noticed how different she looked - her hair was shorter now, a warm auburn color, but her face was still the same one that had haunted your dreams for years.

"BP's dropping!" someone called out, snapping you back to reality. You jumped into action, your hands steady despite the trembling in your heart. Working alongside your colleagues, you helped stabilize her condition, all while trying to maintain your professional composure. But inside, your mind was racing with memories of shared laughter, secret conversations, and all the words you never had the courage to say.

taglist: @liasxeatt @chaengluva @junipertried @bready101 @pornoangelz @xeneasworld @ellensmithxo @xxannyxx @lovelookspretty @vahnilla @lina222eidolonl @fairylesbean @rxreaqia @feralshaunalvr @minnimoon @ilovewomen4lot @iheartclairo66 @abbyswh0r3 @mxquelo @kaykeryyy @badbye777 @mimasroom2 (some i couldn’t tag sorry)

#lesbian #tlou ellie #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie willams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #series #princess 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔. ˚. ᵎᵎ🪷#ellie williams x reader

305 notes · View notes

greenbuns · 11 hours ago

Text

that's all you get & that has to be enough | e.w

written by greenbuns

Ellie Williams × Fem!Reader (you)

Genre : Heavy (kinda) Angst, College Romance Confessions, Graduation Day

This story is set in Tokyo, Japan

"Where you finally confess your feelings to Ellie, your best friend, under the sakura tree on your Graduation Day"

♡— You should be happy.

The air is full of cherry blossoms, the wind is soft and sweet, and your graduation robe doesn’t itch as much as you thought it would.

You’re done, finally free. Four years of late nights, bent backs, and missed calls. It's all over.

But your eyes keep searching for her.

Ellie Williams.

The first person who ever showed you how to order ramen properly in Tokyo, the girl who laughed at your accent but is actually as bad as you when she spoke. The one who held your hand during your first train ride, just because you looked terrified. That same Ellie who knew how to read your silence like subtitles.

Your best friend.

Your heart has been hers since year one.

You always told yourself it wasn’t the right time.

When she stayed up late in your dorm editing your essays. When she brought you coffee before your exams. When she sat beside you under falling sakura petals and whispered how lucky she felt to meet you here, in this city neither of you were born in.

You thought maybe—maybe—she felt it too.

But then came third year.

Dina.

You still remember the exact moment Ellie told you. How her eyes lit up. How she bit her lip while gushing about the way Dina laughed, Dina this and Dina that. You? You just smiled behind your aching chest. Said you were happy for her.

And every time Ellie looked away to text her, every time she showed you pictures of their weekend trips, every time she talked about kisses and hand-holding and shared glances—you swallowed the pain, let it drown inside you, and you laughed along with her. Made her think that you were excited for her too.

Now it’s spring again. Dina is gone. Ellie is single.

And you..

You don’t want to carry this into the next chapter of your life. You want closure, or maybe a speck of miracle if you think you're able to be a bit hopeful.

So after the ceremony, when most people are taking pictures and screaming about the futureㅡyou pull Ellie aside under the sakura tree. Where you both usually spend your times together every week, Ellie with her drawings and an expensive camera, taking pictures of the view and you, with your favorite romance classic novels.

Ellie looks radiant in her robe, her freckles catching the sunlight, her green eyes soft with pride. “What’s up? You okay?” she asks, tilting her head the way she always does when she’s concerned.

You try to breathe. Try not to shake.

“I-uh.. I need to tell you something,” you begin.

She nods, waiting.

And here it is, the words finally coming out from your deepest soul with a hundred considerations.

“I’ve loved you,” you say, “Since our first year. Maybe even earlier. And I know we’re best friends, and maybe this ruins things, and fuck.. I’m sorry if it does—but I didn’t want to graduate with this in my chest. I just… I couldn't keep lying to you, or myself."

Ellie’s lips part, her smile fading into something unreadable.

She doesn’t speak right away.

“I…” She looks away, brows knitting. “God. I didn’t expect that.”

You feel stupid already. You wanted to cry, but you hold it with the best you could at the moment.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, “You don’t have to say anything. I just thought I’d regret it if I never—”

“No,” she interrupts, gently. “I want to say something. You’re amazing. You’ve always been the best person in my life here. You’re my anchor, you know? But I—” she hesitates, “—I don’t think I can say it back. Not the way you mean.”

It’s like the ground tilts under you.

Ellie steps closer, hesitant. “I did have a crush on you. Years ago. Back when we used to sneak out for midnight soba and talk about home, play games until past two in the morning? I thought maybe there was something, too. But it… faded, I guess," Ellie muttered carefully, as if she knew that raising her voice just a little could crush you down, she then continued, "And then Dina happened, and after her.. I don’t know. My feelings for you had changed completely.”

You nod, even though your world is caving in.

“I’m really sorry,” she whispers.

You smile—the same fucking lie you’ve told a thousand times. “It’s not your fault, Els,” you say. “It's okay.. I think I already knew.”

She gently pulls you into a hug. You let her. Your face buried into the crook of her neck as you memorize her scent—a hint of rain and spearmint gum—knowing this is probably the last time you’ll hold her like this.

And when she pulls away, she’s crying too. “I love you, I really do,” she says, “Just not like the way you want me to.”

You nod again. Teary.

Even the pain couldn't make your eyes produced enough liquid to spilled.

“I know.” You murmured.

Later, you walk home alone through the city that brought you love and heartbreak in the same breath. You watch the petals fall, like soft farewells from the sky.

And though your chest aches, there’s peace in knowing; you told the truth. You didn’t leave it unsaid. You loved her, and she heard you.

Sometimes, that’s all you get.

And sometimes, that has to be enough. [•]

• • • • • • • • • • • • •

>> some of this content are actually from my personal real experience back when I was younger and stupid and deeply in love with my own bff✌🏻 Anyways tysm for reading, hope u enjoy!

#angst #wlw #wlw fanfic #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #romance #confessions #college romance #wlw post #wlw yearning #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams the last of us #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you

20 notes · View notes

callmelola111 · 2 years ago

Text

K.O. ♡ e.w. oneshot

✄ - - - - inspo track - - - - bull believer- wednesday

synopsis: as hours, minutes, and seconds count down till the new year, secrets are revealed and trust is broken. who knew the downfall of your life could be so freeing—and that a total stranger would be the one to catch you.

| 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 4.8k

| ❀ | cw: 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, reader is in a toxic relationship with a man (sexuality isn’t mentioned in huge detail so feel free to hc however you like—they could be bi, pan or just a lesbian with very real comp het), coming out scene (refers to self as “gay”), heavy swearing, descriptions of intense violence + gore, cheating (bf on reader), underage drinking + use of marjuana (18), reader is called a slur (dyke)

a/n: hi hellooo, long time no see! **first, a quick disclaimer: this isn't realistic, there is a complete lack of morals and an unethical/dangerous amount of violence that i wouldn't condone irl. but alas this is fan fiction based off a M rated game whose whole basis is violence, sooo plz keep that in mind when reading.** anywaysss... i’ve been obsessed with this song for months now and it sparked a little oneshot idea so here it is. not exactly my usual stuff, more of a passion project as i process my hatred for men as a lesbian who used to date them. soooo i guess this one goes out to my small town comp het girlies who love ellie williams. thanks for all the support!! ♡~ lola

In the south it never really felt like a true winter. All the holidays that came along with it never felt real either. Christmas was dull and New Years was even worse. After spending the last 18 years of your life in a small hick town, it felt like no use to wish for some “better future”. You were damned from the start. Sure it was a new year, but it was the same old shit and you knew nothing was gonna change until you got out of this hell hole.

Just 6 more months of pretending, you’d tell yourself. 6 more months of bending over backwards to please your overbearing parents. 6 more months of mediocre sex with your shitty boyfriend that you weren’t even sure you liked. 6 more months of artificial conversations with your estranged friend group from middle school who claim to “not get you” anymore. But at this point, as every little thing ate away at you, you weren’t sure if you could keep up your act for much longer. Especially tonight, where you’d be faced with the challenge of appeasing all 3.

December 31st, 9:00pm:

Adorned in a matching set of mint green pjs you sat patiently on your bed waiting for the go-ahead. Like clockwork, your parents gave a small knock and pushed open your door from its cracked position. It always annoyed you how they knocked, pretending to respect your privacy while simultaneously enforcing a “no closed doors” rule. You thought at 18 they would’ve let it go, but no.

“Well hun, me and your mother are heading out now. We don’t expect to be back till the morning… Ya know, just to be safe while taking part in all the ‘festivities’.” Your dad chuckled, throwing up some air quotes. Your mom stood deadpan waiting for him to wrap up his little bit before butting in.

“No plans for the evening, right?” She phrased her words like a question but you knew this was just her way of subtleing enforcing the stupid rules you’ve followed your whole life.

“Of course not momma. Probably just gonna watch Gilmore Girls reruns and then go to sleep before any fireworks start up.” You gestured to your pjs but your perfectly made bed said otherwise. See, you knew this little routine like the back of your hand. You knew just what to do and just what to say in order to lure your parents into a false sense of security. While they stood in the frame of your door wishing you a goodnight, your party clothes hung on the other side of it, just out of their view.

December 31st, 9:30pm:

A loud honking blared from just outside your bedroom window. You ushered the sheer curtains open and glared out at the little sedan sputtering in your driveway. Your hands ran down your face followed by a big sigh. It’s not like you didn’t know your boyfriend Jax was coming to pick you up for the new years party that night, you had planned it just days before. But unbeknownst to him, the only reason you reached out was because you didn’t have a ride and tonight was one of the few times your parents wouldn’t be around to police curfew.

You climbed into the passenger seat already cringing at the unidentifiable smell and litters of trash covering the floor. Forcing a smile to your face you greet the grimey boy sitting at the wheel with a wave.

“Come onnnn, not even a kiss? You must be real happy to see me, huh?” You grit your teeth, squeeze both eye’s shut, and lean in for a peck to appease his complaints.

“Of course I’m happy to see you babe.” This was a lie. Something you had become quite good at these past few years, even lying to yourself at times. The rest of the car ride was silent, leaving you to ponder this drudgery of a relationship. You weren’t quite sure when things shifted or if there was ever an attraction at all, but after a year together and college approaching you just decided to ride it out until the inevitable. And part of you recognized the same in him, so there was never any guilt about it.

December 31st, 9:45pm:

Alcohol was the first thing on your mind as soon as the car went into park. The door to the house was propped wide open, inviting in teens of the small town. Some top 10 hit boomed from a speaker nested in the main living area, not really your style—at least not sober. You scavenged the kitchen for a clean solo cup to designate as your own and began the journey to drunkenness. Jax followed in suit with a couple bottles of beer. The harsh burn in your throat lingered but the alcohol's effect was already beginning to take off the edge that was your life.

You attempted to initiate some conversation with the man who had brought you here but he was too busy texting to listen. So consumed with the glow of his screen, you couldn’t help but peek to see what was so interesting. As soon as you got a glimpse you wished you had been less nosey. His attention was not being stolen by a dumb Instagram reels, but actually, a long string of texts with a girl whose name you didn’t recognize. Your stomach pinged at his possible infidelity. Partly because he was your boyfriend but mostly because you’d spent months convincing yourself to like him, to stay with him, to be a good girlfriend—and he could care less. All this work and effort on your part was simply discarded with his unloyal behavior. It was all for nothing. But hey, maybe you were just drawing conclusions. It could just be a friend. Right?

December 31st, 10:15pm:

Jax had finally shifted his attention back to you before his screen lit up again causing you to retaliate in irritation. You swiped up the cracked device before he had the chance and began to scroll.

“Can’t you just silence it? What is soooo fucking importan-.” Your voice caught at the sight of flirty messages littering the screen.

“Are-are you fucking cheating on me?” You instantly questioned.

“Bro no! Give me my fucking phone back!”

“Who the fuck are you texting then? ‘Mary Jane’,” you spouted in a mocking tone, “no way is that someone's real name. You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“It’s a joke between me and my cousin. Now would you chill?”

“Your cousin?? You call your cousin baby?? I mean, I knew this town was full of hicks but I didn’t know y’all were those kinds of hicks.” The alcohol was giving you a little too much courage as your taunting waded into dangerous territory.

“The fuck did you just say? Don’t fucking test me! Can’t even handle a couple shots without getting all crazy on me!!”

“Crazy?? I’m being fucking reasonable. Literally any other person would be bothered by this just as much as me.”

“You know what, just fuck off. We can talk when you stop being such a delusional bitch.” He then disappeared into the living room, landing onto the couch, leaving you alone with your anger.

December 31st, 10:30pm:

You stood idle, bubbling over with emotion, eye’s filling with tears when a wet sensation hit your upper lip. Its flow grew stronger and began to trickle onto your hands where your gaze was locked. Deep red stained your palms- a random nosebleed. It was like a sign from the universe. A sign that you weren’t crazy. In fact, you might be one of the only sane people in this whole damn town. Stuck in your reverie, blood continued to drip on your hands, your shirt, your lips- everywhere. That is until a kind eyed girl slipped you a dish towel to stop the flow.

“Uh hey, your nose is bleeding.” You snapped your head up finally acknowledging the moment in full.

“Shit thanks, sorry…” Your face went hot realizing how long you had been just standing still, letting the blood fall where it may. The heat doubled, spreading to your ears when you finally acknowledged the person who had witnessed the whole thing. Ellie Williams. You had never formally met but knew of her existence, as she had kind of a reputation around school. There wasn’t anything inherently bad about her (at least in your opinion), she just didn’t fit the mold of most residents in your town. Therefore, she was a target for people's prejudices, especially being the only out lesbian in your senior class. Despite everyone else’s thoughts, you really admired her. You wished you had that type of courage.

“It’s no problem…” the auburn haired girl glanced down deciding what to say next before lifting her gaze back up to you. “Not to be nosey, I know you don’t really know me, but like… are you okay?”

Head tilted back, you gave a nasally reply, “Oh me? Yeah, yeah uh- I’m okay”

“No offense but uh, you don’t look that okay.” she gestured to your bloody everything.

“Alright so I’m not okay, you got me.” You looked down to your now crimson stained blouse and scrubbed frantically at the chiffon material trying to reprimand the damage.

“Here, here– You can just take my flannel to cover it up, I promise I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” Before you could say anything else, Ellie was sliding the warm garment over your shoulders and guiding you into the arm holes. It was dark blue, in a faded plaid pattern, and smelled of pine and incense. The girl was now left barren in just her white tank– and all for you.

“Yeah of course.” She then took it a step further, buttoning you up. You watched as her dexterous fingers worked up from the bottom of the shirt to the top, brushing you at each maneuver. A little jab into the plush right under your naval, a swipe past your ribs, and a tap at your collarbones. The quick, unexpected interaction left you completely flustered and you weren’t quite sure why.

“Thank you.” was all you could say.

“Sooo… do you wanna talk about it?” At this point, Ellie was completely enamored with you from the way you handled yourself with Jax. She had this unusual feeling, a feeling like she needed to protect you. A feeling that you were different from most. Maybe you were even a little like her?

“Honestly, yeah. My friend Samara was supposed to be here tonight but I guess she decided not to show, and I’m starting to wish I didn’t either.”

“Well, if it’s worth anything, I’m glad you’re here. Come on now, follow me.” Ellie led the way to a set of stairs at the edge of the living room. You snaked right past the couch where Jax was drunkenly passed out, mumbling obscenities at his phone. Of course, he paid no mind to you. The idiot was too consumed with himself to even wonder if you were okay.

December 31st, 11:00pm:

You and the sweet girl sat on the rough carpeted step talking about everything under the sun. Ellie was the first person in a really long time who you felt you could be honest with.

“So you think he’s cheating on you?” she questions trying to clarify the few bits of dialogue she heard while watching from afar.

“I know he is. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m sure you’re not.” Ellie put her head down staring at the laces of her dirty converse. You felt so unreadable, making her unsure of how to proceed in the conversation. “So00, how do you feel about it all then?”

“I don’t know, I guess angry.” you answered with a remarkably solemn tone.

“What about… sad?”

Like second nature, you instantly thought of a less than honest answer until Ellie’s attentive green eyes brought you back to Earth.

“It feels like… I’m supposed to be sad, but I can’t. In a twisted, confusing way, I’m honestly kinda relieved. So fucking pissed, but relieved.” Ellie’s lids widened, this was an answer she wasn’t expecting at all–but one she was glad to hear.

“I can’t blame you, he does kinda seem like a piece of shit.”

“And his dick is small too.” you quipped, making Ellie chuckle under her breath.

“Maybe I’m reading into things, but… it seems like you never really liked this guy in the first place.”

You took a guilty pause before confirming, “Maybe…”

“So why haven’t you broken up with him?” Ellie was genuinely curious. She thought if it was her in the situation she definitely would’ve gotten rid of that Jax guy long, long ago. Who would wanna keep around a douche bag like that?

“Being with Jax felt convenient. He felt like my ticket to ‘normalcy’.” You put your head down in slight shame but continued the explanation. “I got so caught up in my image that I neglected how I actually felt. I was doing everything to please everyone but me.” Ellie scooted in one inch to the left, now connecting your thighs and bringing in a sense of comfort.

“Trust me, I understand. This town is fucking ruthless.”

“God yeah, the things I’ve heard people say about you are seriously fucked up. I don’t know how you do it.” A beat of silence lingered as Ellie articulated her thoughts.

“I think… community. I mean, obviously most of the people at our school look down on me, but all it takes is one singular person to be right there with you and then things don’t feel so bad. I guess for me, I can’t imagine being anything but myself. Like completely myself.” The girl looked up from the hangnail she was picking at as she spoke and was met with your tear filled eyes. “Fuck, did I say something?”

Your hand shot up to quickly wipe away the floodgates threatening to fall, “No, no. It’s just that you’re right,” you stuttered, choking down another cry, “an-and, I wish I would've realized it sooner because these past 4 years have been like hell. I don’t wanna be the cookie cutter straight girl anymore. I just wanna be me.”

Ellie then placed a gentle hand to your knee and brought her eyes to meet your own, “And what might that be?”

“Gay. Like really fucking gay.” you said through teary-eyed laughs as Ellie joined in with her own hearty chuckle.

“Welcome to the club.” she said, sticking out a strong hand for you to shake. You grasped it tightly as her warm palm guided you up and down, her touch lingering just a little longer than the gesture itself. As you collected yourself you whipped out a small pocket mirror to touch up the smudged mascara littering your undereyes. Ellie admired in silence. She was in pure awe of your resilience, and when you were finished with your clean up, you turned back to realize what had just gone down.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for dumping all that on you considering we just met. It’s weird how things I’ve never even said out loud before can come out so easily around a stranger.”

Ellie nudges you with her shoulder, “I guess I just have that effect, huh?”

“I guess you do.” you sighed, nudging her back.

December 31st, 11:15pm:

The two of you continued your banter until a cold breeze from the back door gave Ellie a brilliant idea.

“Dare I say… you look like you need a blunt?” she said with a mischievous smirk.

“No, please. It's exactly what I need.”

Ellie then reached into the pocket of her baggy jeans, “I guess it’s your lucky day then.” she said, revealing the most perfectly wrapped blunt you’d ever seen.

“You’re actually god sent Ellie. How are we just now meeting?” The auburn-haired girl gave a small laugh before grabbing your hand and leading you to the backyard. As she pushed the white panel door open, every single ounce of weight that had been lifted off from that one singular conversation, all came crashing back down. Ellie and you weren’t the only ones who adventured outside into the brisk night air. Right on the porch stood Jax, accompanied by your “friend” Samara, who up until this point you didn’t even think was coming. The piece of shit was practically sucking her face off before the creaking sound of the back door sent them 5 feet apart.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” you yelled, eyes growing dark with rage. Ellie just stood and watched from the corner.

“Babe, please! I swear it’s not what you think!” Jax stumbled forward, attempting to grasp at your figure.

“Don’t you dare try and touch me! You don’t even deserve to look at me. It’s over Jax. I’m done being suffocated by your never ending bullshit!” Knuckles clenched, you continued your lashings, this time at Samara. “I-I thought we were friends. What happened to that?”

“You don’t even like him. You should be thanking me.” she spat.

“You really don’t get it, huh? This has nothing to do with me liking Jax or not, you completely betrayed our friendship the second you started fucking him behind my back. Friends don’t fuck each other boyfriends Samara!” Before she could even respond Jax was dragging her away, flipping you off on the way inside.

“Ellie-” you squeaked, trembling in shock.

“Come here, it’s okay love.” she whispered, parting her arms to make a safe space just for you. You collapsed into the warm cavity and relinquished the buckets of tears you had been saving for the moment someone actually gave a fuck. And Ellie did. She never let go of you even for a second as you crumbled under her.

“Jeez I’m sorry.” you said after minutes of pure silence, lifting your head to meet Ellie’s green eyes.

“For what?”

“For being a drunk mess, crying to you about a man, and also, I think I got a little snot on your shirt.” you tried to laugh it off but you really just wanted to disappear.

Taking your face in her palms Ellie reassured you, “hey, hey no need to be sorry pretty girl. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Besides, I think I look kinda good with this huge ass wet spot in the middle of my tank top. What do you think?” You stepped back and took a look at the damage, and honestly, she was kinda right. With the white cotton material you could see right through to her toned stomach, barely missing the bottom of her breasts.

“Fine, yes. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls who’d kill to see you in a wet shirt Ellie.”

“Lucky you then.” she said, playfully nudging your shoulder.

You couldn’t help it as the corners of your mouth turned upwards, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“There’s that smile. Soooo… blunt now?”

“Yes. Blunt.”

December 31st, 11:30pm:

And just like that, you were halfway through the chestnut wand of herbs and deep in conversation.

“So you really haven't seen But I’m a Cheerleader?” Ellie asked, blowing out a puff of smoke with the question and passing it on.

You took the blunt from between her fingers and let it rest between your own, “No. Should I have?”

“Definitely dude, it’s like queer classic.”

“Oh yeah?” You cocked your head at the freckled faced girl.

“Yeah. And now that I’m thinking about it, you’re honestly just like the main character.”

“How so?” you asked, taking another long draw.

“She’s in denial about being gay for like the first 30 minutes of the movie.”

A string of coughs unleashed from your chest as you let out a hefty laugh mid-inhale, “Bitch-”

“What? I’m being so deadass!”

“Fine, what character are you then?” you pry, passing the lit blunt back over to Ellie.

Taking a hit she replies, “I guess I’d be graham.”

“And what does she do?”

“I’m kinda like your awakening in a sense. Graham is all gay and cool, and of course Megan—that's you—totally falls for her.”

You retrieve the lit cannabis and roll your eyes, “I haven’t fallen for you yet Williams.”

“Yet.” she emphasizes, placing a soft finger to the tip of your nose tauntingly.

“Ha. Ha.” you monotonously mock, “Now here, I think it’s done.” You hand Ellie the roach and she promptly stubs it out into the concrete slab deck.

“Come on, let’s go inside. I’m fucking cold.” she pleas.

“Dude I’m scared. Like I am way too fucked up for this.”

“No, no– I promise you’re fine. I’ll protect you.”

“Fineee.” you drag out.

December 31st, 11:50pm:

Things were seemingly fine as you and Ellie entered the muggy living area of the packed house once more. Your hesitancy was quite clear though and Ellie could sense you needed just a little reassurance. Your right hand, currently picking away at the hangnail on the thumb of your left, was quickly captured by Ellies own rough hand which led you back to your comfortable spot on the ascending stair set.

As you both took a seat your grip remained tight on the girl, afraid that if you let go you might jump up from your spot right then and there just to give Jax one more lesson. Just the sight of him through the slats of the stairs’ wooden railing—legs casually spread wide and eyes focused in on a casual game of Mortal Kombat—drove you fucking crazy.

“Dude if you keep staring like that you might actually burn a hole through his dumb ass T-shirt.” Ellie said, nudging your tensed shoulder.

“Good it’s ugly anyways.”

“Fair point.”

“I just have this burning need to get back at him. I wanna beat his ass just like in that game he can’t take his eyes off.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Very funny, but you wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Oh yeah?” you questioned before laying a soft punch to the girl's forearm. A string of dramatic “Ows” reverberated from her lips. “See, I’m a badass right?”

“Fine you’re a total badass” she agreed begrudgingly, rubbing the soft tissue of her arm where you had left your mark.

“What? It hurt that bad? You need me to kiss it better?” you taunted.

“Maybe I do.” she said, longing eyes staring into your own.

You gulped down any hesitation and felt it drop straight to your nervous stomach, “Where does it hurt?”

Ellie pointed to her arm slowly, “here.”

You placed a soft peck.

Hot breath raising goosebumps to the surface of her skin, “and here”, she gestured to her outstretched neck

Another supple kiss.

“And um-” she continued, but was quickly cut off and brought back to reality with the bellowing sound of a countdown. Too caught up in the moment, you both had almost forgotten about the holiday currently taking place.

FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO…

“Can I kiss you?” she blurted frantically, and with no words you dove into her plump, chapped lips. Just like a puzzle piece your bottom lip slotted perfectly between her own. It was a gentle and delicate kiss at first, drinking in the euphoric moment. Quickly though, soft maneuvers of the mouth got quicker and harder. Spit was exchanged with passion and need, as your hands were becoming grabby at the girl's toned figure. The heat growing between your legs was an easy distraction from the fact that you were at a large party, in a hick town, with your ex-boyfriend now hovering over your more than friendly exchange.

January 1st, 12:01am:

“The fuck? You’re a dyke now?” he yells, practically loud enough for the whole party to hear. You and Ellie frantically pull apart, bumping heads in the process.

The calloused hands that were once caressing the small of your back are now balled into tight fists as Ellie rises from her seated position.

“The fuck did you just say?” she questions, tilting her head to the right.

You now stand up with her, worried where this might go, “Jax you need to walk away.”

“Oh shut up slut. You’re so fucking desperate you’d do it with anyone!”

That one hurt. That was the tipping point. Tears welled in your eyes.

“I’M NOT A FUCKING SLUT! I’M GAY AND NEVER LIKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

“You need to leave now before I do something I’ll regret, you dirty bitch.” he threatens. And that's it, Ellie takes a swing aiming straight for his nose. Her fist retracts and reveals his bloody and now crooked cartilage. Through clenched teeth Jax grips onto Ellies white tank, throwing her into the open space of the living room. Just like a car crash, it’s one of those things where a scene can be so disturbing but you just can’t look away. And everyone else in the room was feeling it too—backed into corners, hands over mouths, some men even obnoxiously chanting “fight, fight.” But this isn’t what you wanted. Not at all.

“STOP! YOU NEED TO FUCKING STOP IT!” you screamed desperately. You didn’t even want to imagine what Jax would do to the freckled girl who changed your life in mere hours. But you didn’t have to, because here they were, brawling it out for the whole school. Jax swung at Ellie’s head to which she ducked before jabbing him in the stomach, stealing whatever air was swimming in his lungs. He stumbled backwards 3 steps, coughing through the hit, but this just made him angrier.

He charged back at the flustered girl with more force and gained a grip on a wad of choppy auburn hair. With a forceful yank she came tumbling to the ground with him on top. Ellie wriggled, pushed, and kicked but the sheer weight of the furious man was enough to keep her pinned. Jax began punching left and right, capturing her face with each blow. Thick crimson decorated his knuckles and the entirety of the girl's face. You could barely make out her litter of freckles and the half-lidded slits of emerald green—it was blood, all blood.

But as Jax kept on going, and the room grew quieter, this fight turned into something much more serious. It was inching on life or death and you had to do something. You surveyed the room, eyes dancing from counter to counter until a large glass beer bottle nagged at the tips of your fingers. Grabbing it tightly in your fist, you did what you had to to end this. Glass and gasps scattered through the room. The sharp brown shards littered the floor and evoked a gushing red stream from the back of Jax’s head. He instantly rolled to the side leaving Ellie an opening to escape. You weren’t done yet though, he hadn’t gotten what he deserved yet. Falling to the floor right at his body, hot tears streamed down your face.

Through curses and screams you thrashed at the man's barely conscious frame, “FUCK YOU JAX! FUCK YOU!” This was for every time he made you feel stupid, for making you feel like the ugliest girl in the room, for all the times he kissed you while you just prayed for it to be over, for making your life a living hell. With each scratch, punch, and kick all the pent up anger and resentment drained from your soul. Ellie let you have at him for a bit but as the crowd started to thin she knew the cops would be here any second now.

“Come on! We gotta go hun!” she nagged.

“NO I CAN’T! NOT YET” you yelled, collapsing down into tears. Ellie promptly scooped you up by your armpits and dragged you from Jax’s limp body.

“I know baby, you're angry, it’s hard. But the cops are coming and we need to leave now.” she said, picking you up completely and carrying you through the frame of the propped open front door. You nestled your head into her bloody top as your chest still rapidly rose up and down, choking on the last few streams of tears and snot. “I’m gonna get you home love, don’t you worry.”

January 1st, 12:15am:

Finally through the small window of Ellie’s red truck you spot your familiar 2 story home. She grips the steering wheel, whipping to the right into the empty driveway. Of course she helps you inside and up to your quaint little bedroom. It felt weird almost—so quiet and still after such a chaotic night—and void of any life but you and the freckled faced girl. It was a cold feeling knowing you’d be all alone in just a few minutes, and tonight, you weren’t sure if that was a feeling you wanted to know.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she answered softly.

“Can you stay?”

With a kiss to the head she agreed, “Of course I’ll stay.” The rest of the night was spent cuddled up under your warm comforter, and despite all the events from just hours before, you felt safe. And for once, in fucking years, you were content.

✄ - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

taglist...

@endureher @gold-dustwomxn @alexpritch @4rt3m1ss @robinismywifee @sophlovesbooks @97cityy

(taglist is for all callmelola111 works, if you'd like to be removed just kindly lmk)

348 notes · View notes

linabellaox · 2 months ago

Text

Me and Her (E.W)

(word count: 871)

(SPOILERS TO THE LAST OF US 2)

Chapter One

⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

I woke up to cold water being splashed on my face. I gasped and started coughing as my eyes shot open, but it was pointless—I couldn't see anything. A cloth was draped over my eyes, now cold and wet. I instinctively reached up to remove it, only to realize my hands were tied behind my back. Panic set in as I thrashed around, but a woman's laughter cut through the darkness.

"You're not getting out of that," I heard her say.

She ripped the cloth from my eyes, and as my vision adjusted, I took in the sight of a woman with long blonde hair braided down her back. She was buff, with an undeniably athletic build. My stomach sank as I glanced around, confirming I was in the same holding cell—dark gray concrete walls enclosing me like a tomb. My brows furrowed.

"Abby?" I asked, surprised. I knew of Abby but didn't know much about her. She sat in front of me, legs apart, hands folded together. Then, in one swift motion, she stood up. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a blade.

"Violet." she said, each syllable dripping with hatred. My throat tightened as she grabbed my chin harshly, forcing my head back against the cold wall. I gasped softly when the knife pressed against my throat.

A shaky sigh escaped my lips as a single tear slid down my cheek.

"I—" I tried to speak, but the door slammed open. Owen barged in, out of breath like he had been running. My eyes darted between them as he looked at Abby, urgency in his gaze.

"We found him," he announced.

Abby's face turned pale, but the hatred in her eyes deepened, sending a chill through me. Without hesitation, she stood and stalked over to Owen, whispering in hushed tones.

Desperation clawed at me as I frantically scanned the room for anything I could use to escape, but there was nothing. My hands ached from straining against the tight ropes. Glancing down at myself, I noted I was still wearing the same skinny jeans from before. My jacket was missing, and my dirty tank top was slightly torn where they had dragged me against the rough floor. I struggled to recall what had happened before I was thrown in here, but the memory was foggy—they had knocked me out good.

My thoughts snapped back to reality when I noticed Abby untying my hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaky. She didn't answer. I turned to Owen, who was mumbling something into a walkie-talkie.

The moment my wrists were free, before I could even react, Abby yanked my hair, dragging me up by my messy ponytail. My bangs were still damp from the water she had splashed on my face. Pain shot through my scalp as she forced me to my feet, immediately grabbing my wrists and tying them again. As she tightened the rope, her breath against my neck.

"Don't try anything," she warned. There was no point in resisting. I took a shaky breath as she pressed a hand against the small of my back, forcing me forward. I complied, following Owen out the door. We descended several flights of stairs, and when we reached the bottom, a few familiar faces came into view.

"Why are we bringing her?" Mel asked, looking me up and down with a scowl.

"She knows of them," Abby said quietly. My heart skipped a beat. Them. I knew exactly who she meant—Joel and Ellie. I had heard them mention a Joel before. I struggled to keep my composure, but my emotions betrayed me.

"What do you want with them? They didn't do anything!" I said desperately. Abby and Mel both turned their attention to me.

"I don't know where they are now," I continued, frustration creeping into my voice. "We got separated years ago. Why am I involved in this?”

It was infuriating that this was why they had been torturing me. I had been with the WLF since I was fifteen. Now, at nineteen, I was suddenly their prisoner. Last night, they had attacked me in my sleep, threw me in a holding cell. Now, it all made sense.

I had met Joel and Ellie when my base was destroyed, leaving me alone. They were heading toward the Fireflies, and I needed to go there too. They let me tag along, but everything spiraled into chaos. Eventually, I joined the remnants of the Fireflies that became the WLF. I hadn't seen Joel or Ellie since. I had no idea what they had done or where they were. I had just heard rumors.. nothing I’d imagine them doing.

Abby's fingers dug into my wrists as she glared down at me. "Well, you can confirm if it's Joel or not," she said, her frustration evident.

I let out a shaky breath as they dragged me onto the back of a truck. Before I could protest, a cloth was thrown over my eyes once again. I barely had time to react before a sharp kick connected with my head.

Everything went black.

. ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴ . ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴ . ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆જ⁀➴ . ݁˖౨ৎ⋆˚｡

A/N: hiii tysm for reading!! this is my first ever fanfic with ellie which she will be in soon haha! this is just kinda an intro to see if ppl like it- the next 2 chapters are kinda a replay joels d3ath! just a fair warning!! but it will get slightly happier i promise :3 please please tell me any tips im new to writing fanfics havent done it since i was like 14 LOL. also i have this story posted on my wattpad- ellies_tattoo_

#the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #abby anderson #tlou #ellie williams fanfic #fanfic #wlw #fxf

12 notes · View notes

zebuie · 1 year ago

Text

— 𝜗𝜚˚⋆𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 ✶ —

౨ৎ ZEBUIE ON TUMBLR 𖤐 ͙ ͙۪۪‎܆ 𖧷

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 ,, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛 . 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

— 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

♡ ⠂⠂୨୧ ♯ men , zi0nists , homophobics//transphobic , racists scram!!! , currently only writing for Ellie Williams , I don’t mind if minors interact with my acc— but I don’t actively encourage them to do so, It's up to you to decide how much of my content you want to view, and not up to me to control that. pisces rising , video games + anime + kpop enthusiast , she/her , sub fem , I listen to beabadoobee + chase atlantic + clairo + ichiko aoba + chappell roan + $uicideboy$ + itzy + bibi +loona + nwjns . 𓉳̸ ͙ ͙۪۪‎܆ 𖧷

requests closed !!!!!!

౨ৎ current jam. e.w masterlist. ⟢ wattpad ; @ visionere.

46 notes · View notes

phaethonstims · 1 year ago

Note

star/night sky themed louis stimboard please :3

“ LOUIS STIMBOARD STAR THEMED ”

req ; anon

im going insane pls -owner 2

gif cred ;

#autism #melliot #stim gifs #stimboard #musicals #musical theatre #taopp #the art of pleasing princes #louis rosemont

11 notes · View notes

lottienatsgf · 2 years ago

Text

LOTTIENATSGF MASTERLIST

✄smut ♡fluff ☆angst

THE LAST OF US

abby anderson x artist!reader ♡

abby anderson date alphabet p1 ♡

beach day!abby hcs ♡✄

so it goes…[a.a.] ✄☆

angel baby [e.w.] ♡

true blue [e.w.] ♡

sweetheart [a.a.] ♡☆

tweet masterlist

OTHER

party4u [hazel callahan] ✄

#abbysdykenavigation #masterlist

21 notes · View notes

glossykissies · 5 months ago

Text

the readers and… who?

— the series ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

episode three: deer reader

introducing… my newest moodboard series! i will be creating moodboards based on my different readers with some of the characters i think they pair best with! along with the moodboard will be a brief description of their dynamic. i will mostly featuring characters that i write the most on this blog, but who knows, maybe i’ll throw in someone niche! part one can be found here. enjoy scrolling through ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

nate archibald (gossip girl) ♡

oh to be the quiet, esoteric, artsy girl on nate archibald’s arm! nate loves a girl who is different, and deer reader is just that. a humble, sweet, adorable girl living in the city and he couldn’t help but feel swept of his feet by her. a great thing about her dating nate, is he can afford to spend on her odd collecting habits, always gifting her with a new sonny angel, blythe doll, or antique each date to win her heart. she’s terribly shy, clinging to his arm with those sweet bambi eyes at every event she comes along to — but it’s all worth it, even when the mean socialite girls of new york don’t get her.

ellie williams (tlou2) ♡

the first time ellie spotted sweet deer, she was tending to the animals of jackson — looking so unshaken by the world, eyes wide and yielding. the second time she was reading her books in the cantina in spring. by this point, ellie was head over heels. she didn’t know if deer liked girls, hell — she didn’t care, she needed to be around her. they began to speak and ellie learnt all about what she liked, even read the books she recommended (and enjoyed them!) for their first date, ellie snuck her out to an abandoned art museum that she knew she’d love, protecting her from all the scaries. the rest is history!

jim halpert (the office) ♡

jim just can’t leave the new quiet receptionist alone. sometimes he borderline thinks he’s bothering her too much, but she seems to enjoy the company. he gets her out of her shell, defending her from weirdos like dwight and judgemental karen’s like angela — all whilst the two of them bond over music and film. on the days she doesn’t come into the office, he finds himself staring at the space — wishing she was there to flirt with talk to.

clark kent (smallville) ♡

when deer joins the photography team for the college paper with chloe, clark falls head first for her. little does he know, she’s had a silent crush on him for years. she’s unbelievably shy, unable to have a single conversation without shoving her face into a pillow and screaming afterwards, overthinking every interaction. clark senses this, but with his gentleness — he opens her up to him and she finally relaxes, letting him claim her.

#the readers and…who? ♡#n.a ♡#e.w ♡#j.h ♡#c.k ♡

93 notes · View notes

heeseungsno1gf · 2 years ago

Text

♡Imagines with E.W♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW (MDNI!) and Fluff

Authors Note: This is probably so shit but enjoy my babygirls ♡

-------------

❥ Imagine: You are laying in bed with Ellie’s arm wrapped around your waist with her face nuzzled in your neck kissing your jaw while you are scrolling through TikTok.

❥ Imagine: You are trying on clothes in the fitting room until Ellie sneaks in and admires you from the mirror. “Damn baby.” she says while smirking walking over to you placing her hands on your hips. “You look sexy with that shirt but, i bet you would look more sexier with it off don’t ya think?” She kisses your neck.

❥ Imagine: You are hanging out at the pool with Ellie, Dina and Jesse and Ellie can’t seem to keep her hands to herself seeing you in a bikini.

❣ Imagine: Ellie fucking you from behind, one hand on your hip and the other placed on your ass cheek spreading it open to take a glance of her strap pounding into your cunt. She leans down and whispers into your ear. “You are taking me so well aren’t you princess.” and you moan so loud she came.

❥ Imagine: Ellie is overseas for her tour and you stay up late each night on a call with her telling her how much you miss her and wish she was with you, blowing kiss to each other through the phone.

❥ Imagine: Ellie is on tour and you are waiting for her to finish to surprise her. After a few songs you hear chattering happening so you get ready. “That was amazing guys!” Dina said cheering. “The best ever we have done.” Ellie says. Ellie sits down on the coach manspreading. You are currently behind the coach she is sitting on, you peak above to see a Mullet haired Ellie in front of you. You gently poke her neck and duck down before she got to see you. “What the fuck..” she put a hand on her neck creeped out. You then jumped out if your hiding spot and wrapped your arms around her. “Surprise!” You kiss her neck while giggling. “Y/N! You’re here?” She turns to you and hugs you tightly kissing your forehead. “Yep I missed you way too much so I decided to surprise you, did it work?” I look up at her. “Sure did princess you just made my day a whole lot better.” (I kinda don’t like this one but anyways)

----------------

Hope you enjoyed this <3

#elliewilliams elliexyn elliewilliamssmut

10 notes · View notes

meganegatari · 1 year ago

Text

SUPERBLOOD WOLFMOON

AN E.W SERIES™

♡:spider!ellie williams x reader. ◇:sfw-suggestive. in-depth warnings on each chapter! ♧:(total word count in progress) ☆:ellie williams leads a double life as both a regular college student and the beloved superhero arachnelle. when suspicions arise about her secretive behavior, you uncover a sinister web of corruption and chaos, leading to a dangerous, romantically-motivated quest for the truth.

FULL SUMMARY + TEASER:

PROLOGUE:

CHAPTER ONE:

CHAPTER TWO:

CHAPTER THREE:

EPILOGUE:

read this first! ▪︎ daily click ▪︎ series playlist ▪︎ my masterlist

SERIES TAGLIST: @elliesexual @elliesbitchvenus @kawaiibreadbouquet-blog @williamellieslilho @flowrmoth @ap3arll @aouiaa @bready101 @shiimer @pascals-doll @boobdrug @starlight-savegery @vqxen @yk2enyx @seraphicsentences @k1ssesworld @lasting-lover @amberputh @syrenada @deliriousrn @corpsebridenightamare @seaseasalts @x-ani @sapphointhe21stcenturyposts @peterwixs @ravyaryn @sevssapphic

as always let me know however way to be placed on the taglist/taken off! if it doesn't work, investigate the issue somewhere in your settings. hope you all enjoy this! xoxo, pluto.

413 notes · View notes

caitlynssweetheart · 2 years ago

Text

𓂃⋆ MEANS SOMETHING | E.W

⇢𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: childhood bsf! Ellie x reader

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

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

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

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

𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵ ⋆ ୨❀୧ ⋆︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵

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

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

And she always loved the way you were with her.

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

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

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

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

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

︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵ ⋆ ୨❀୧ ⋆︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵ ⋆ ୨❀୧ ⋆︵͜⏜͜︵︵͜⏜͜︵

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

---------------------------୨୧---------------------------

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

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

152 notes · View notes