Sports Car- Ellie Williams X Reader

Hi okay so hear me out , fem reader x mean Ellie, so the reader feels insecure about her looks and ellie seems tired of it and straps the reader in front of the mirror to prove how pretty the reader is , making the reader look at theirself and mean Ellie slaps the reader if they ever disagrees or look away

Pretty girl - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon, fuck yes this is fr Ellie coded. And also just a warning I suck with writing smut so i'm sorry if it's bad.... i hope you enjoy

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: 18+ MDI, slapping, strap usage (r receiving), insecurities, kinda mean ellie, mirrior sex

Summary: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is

authors note: ugh it feels so good to be back, i have 12 drafts so be ready yall and also new gore fics coming soon because... live laugh love gore

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"take it" she said through gritted teeth as you felt her pound into you.

"I'm sorry" you cried through broken sobs.

You knew it was your fault. You knew you were the one that yourself into this position.

You and Ellie sat on the couch earlier that day, it was peaceful, the two of you silently sitting together.

A tiktok video landed on your fyp and you couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.

She was so fucking pretty. She was everything you weren't.

It made you sick to your stomach.

Your gaze fell to Ellie as you imagined her with this girl. They'd make such a good couple, like those couples they put on the front page of magazines.

You wondered what Ellie thought when she saw girls like these on her fyp.

Does she wish you were someone different?

"Baby?" You felt her cold hand on your thigh, as she gave you light squeeze.

"Are you ok? You've been watching the same video over and over again" She asked with concern.

"Yeah" you replied hesitantly.

"I was just thinking"

"thinking of?"

You let out a sigh as you turned away from Ellie, you felt embarrassed to admit this.

"Well she's so... she's so pretty" you started.

You gave your phone to Ellie and you watched as she looked at the girl.

"I'm not that pretty, and I wish I looked like that honestly"

"what did you just say?"

You weren't supposed to answer her question. You weren't supposed to say anything.

But you did.

You fucking answered her.

"I wish I was as pretty as her" you said softly, you felt her eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

You missed the way Ellies jaw ticked, you missed the way the frown deepened on her face, you missed the way her eye twitched.

The girl she loved the most was insulting herself and it broke Ellie's heart.

She wished you saw yourself the way she saw you.

The only thing she could do was to show her girl how pretty she fucking was.

Now here you were, on your knees in front of Ellie's massive mirror.

The rug on the floor was burning into the palms of your hands and knees, tears were streaming down your face, and drool fell from your lips. Your ass stung and your cheeks were red from where Ellie slapped you repeatedly.

She wad ruthless with her pace, not giving you time to think.

She was fucking you stupid.

"C'mon baby" she said out of breath

"tell me how fucking pretty you are" she pinched your nipple and you let out a squeal

"Ellie please"

you felt her hand harshly hit your cheek, you moaned at the stinging feeling it left behind.

"i said tell me how fucking pretty you are" she repeated herself.

She was getting impatient. You could feel it in her pace.

"I'm pretty" another slap fell onto your cheek

"I didn't hear you"

her thrusts got harder. faster.

god you felt her in your stomach.

"im pretty!" You repeated louder.

"Now look at yourself in the mirror when you say it"

you slowly looked up into the mirror taking in your appearance.

You looked fucked.

You looked up at Ellie and there was a proud smirk on her face as she looked at where you and her strap were connected.

"Talk baby, or you won't cum" she said before slowing down .

You let out a scream of frustration, and she giggled.

She fucking giggled.

"please- I'll say it, but please don't stop" you begged.

A fresh coat of tears covered your face.

You were fucking pathetic.

Ellie picked up her pace and you moaned with relief.

"talk" was all she said.

You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open, and your eyes rolled to the back of your yeah.

She made you feel so fucking good.

"I'm the- the p-prettiest girl alive"

"that's my fucking girl"

She sped up, you weren't sure how she managed to, but she did. Her fingers roughly met your clit and you moaned at her touch.

You felt something build in your lower stomach. You were so fucking close.

"Ellie" you whimpered

"I know pretty girl, it feels good... c'mon let it out" she spoke to you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing ever.

But in reality she was fucking you senseless, but you loved every fucking second of it. She rubbed your clit for a few more seconds before you felt something snap inside of you.

You moaned loudly, and your body started shaking.

"there you go... my pretty girl" Ellie muttered on top of you as you came down from your high.

You both were breathing heavily, and you made eye contact with your girl through the mirror.

"Hi" you said with a shy smile. All Ellie did was smile back before you felt her move her cock at a steady rhythm once again.

"Ellie" you said softly, as you hissed at the feeling still sensitive from your last orgasm.

"I wasn't done with you, we still have a lot to learn.." she spoke as she thrusted into once again

"now look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me... 'I am the prettiest girl alive"

oooo how would professor ellie be and helping reader deal with baby brain??

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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professor ellie masterlist

☆ Ellie immediately noticed the baby brain getting worse after Arnold’s birth—when you tried to warm up formula in the freezer.

☆ She didn’t laugh. She just kissed your forehead and said, “Okay, we’re labeling the appliances now.”

☆ She actually made laminated, color-coded labels for everything in the kitchen, even labeling the fridge "cold mama box."

☆ Ellie started carrying around a mini notepad just for you—so whenever you said “remind me to…” she’d jot it down, rip it out, and stick it to the fridge later.

☆ She downloaded four different baby apps on her phone and synced them to yours “just in case you forget the login.”

☆ Ellie started doing all the grocery shopping herself. She says it’s because she “doesn’t trust you not to come home with twelve cucumbers and no wipes.”

☆ She leaves sticky notes in the most random places—on your hairbrush, your favorite mug, your side of the mirror—saying things like:

“Brush hair, drink water, kiss your genius wife.”

☆ If you forget what day it is, she’ll tease you with, “It’s Monday, babe. I teach. You nurse. Aurora bosses everyone around. Classic schedule.”

☆ Ellie took over organizing Aurora’s school things and Arnold’s paediatric appointments without telling you—just quietly made herself the admin on everything.

☆ She keeps emergency snacks in her desk drawer for you. They’re labelled: “Reader’s sanity bites.”

☆ When you forgot your phone at home for the third time in a week, Ellie drove back from campus during her break just to give it to you—with a protein bar and a coffee.

☆ She never scolds or sighs—she just wraps you in her arms and says, “We made a whole human. You’re allowed to forget what the stove is.”

☆ Ellie started handwriting a “day summary” in a little journal next to your bed. Just a few lines like:

“Aurora told her class you invented apples. Arnold tried to poop on me. I love you.”

☆ She began calling reminders out loud like an AI assistant. “Hey babe! You were going to fold the laundry! Or…was that past-you’s mistake?”

☆ Ellie bought you matching necklaces engraved with the kids’ initials—"A & A"—because she knew you’d keep misplacing the baby bag.

☆ When you cried over losing your car keys (which were in your hand), she cradled your face and whispered, “I’d forget my own name if you weren’t around to moan it.”

☆ She started calling baby brain “Mama PhD syndrome”—so it felt less like a flaw and more like some grand cosmic achievement.

☆ Ellie writes little affirmations in your notebooks like:

“You made Aurora. You made Arnold. You are literal magic. I’ll remember everything else for us.”

☆ She never lets you apologize for being forgetful. “You pushed out a kid and made milk. My brain would have exploded.”

☆ Ellie sometimes wears a pin on her cardigan that says: “Ask me about my sleep-deprived wife.”

☆ She draws stick figure comics of your day—like the time you put a diaper on backwards—just to make you laugh.

☆ She once caught you putting a bottle in the dryer and quietly walked over, replaced it with laundry, and kissed your cheek like it was completely normal.

☆ Ellie created a shared “baby survival” spreadsheet. Color-coded. With tabs like “Did I eat today?” and “Arnold’s poop log.”

☆ When you forget to eat, she sits you down on her lap, feeds you bites of toast like she’s the professor of nourishment.

☆ Ellie calls you “mama genius” ironically when you do silly things like put your keys in the fridge—always with a teasing grin and a soft kiss.

☆ She puts tiny hearts next to your to-do list items, especially the ones you keep forgetting. “Drink water, mama. For me.”

☆ Ellie started carrying a spare pacifier in her jacket pocket “just in case you forget his again—no shade.”

☆ She lets Aurora scold you gently. “Mama, you put Daddy’s lunch in the diaper pail again.” Ellie’s behind her, trying not to laugh.

☆ When you space out during a conversation, she touches your wrist gently and says, “Hey, come back to me, space cadet.”

☆ Ellie plays memory games with you—not to fix anything, but just to be close to you. “Okay, five things you touched in the last ten minutes. Go.”

☆ She started organizing your makeup by use frequency and labeled the drawers: “Stuff for when you care,” “Stuff for five-minute glam,” and “You’re hot no matter what.”

☆ Ellie bought you memory supplements and stuck them inside a chocolate bar wrapper so you’d actually take them.

☆ She made a “baby brain emergency” bag with chapstick, mints, cash, wipes, and a picture of the kids. It’s in her office.

☆ When you forgot where you parked, Ellie just quietly activated her phone tracker on your location and found you without judgment.

☆ Ellie installed a key tracker app and pretends it’s because she loses things too. (She doesn’t.)

☆ When you forgot to pack a bottle and panicked, Ellie offered you her office coffee mug. “It’s clean. It’s desperate times.”

☆ She started a bedtime routine where she lists all the things you did remember today. Even if it’s just: “You kissed Arnold. You said ‘I love you.’ You were patient.”

☆ Ellie kisses the inside of your wrist when you say “I’m sorry, I’m just so dumb lately.” She says, “You’re exhausted, not dumb. You’re brilliant. You’re mine.”

☆ She taught Aurora to give you a kiss when you look overwhelmed. “Kiss Mama’s forehead. That’s the reboot button.”

☆ Ellie wrote a journal titled “Things Reader Forgot That Made Me Love Her More.”

☆ When you forgot your coffee on top of the car and drove off, Ellie bought you a spill-proof cup and wrote “Reader’s Lifeline” on it in Sharpie.

☆ She sets gentle alarms on your phone named “You deserve a break” or “Stretch & hydrate, my love.”

☆ Ellie started doing baby signs with Arnold early so he could "help remind Mama" when he's hungry or needs a change.

☆ She learned how to tie your shoes one-handed for when you were holding Arnold and couldn’t bend down.

☆ Ellie whispers soft reminders into your neck when hugging you:

“Keys in your purse. Phone’s on the charger. You’re not alone in this.”

☆ She makes “proud of you” playlists for when you make it through the day without crying or forgetting Aurora’s lunch.

☆ Ellie sets the GPS for you automatically, even if it’s just to the grocery store. “Not because you can’t, but so you don’t have to.”

☆ She bakes your favorite muffins with little paper flags stuck in them that say things like: “Hot mom fuel” or “Memory boost: unlocked.”

☆ When you forgot your name at the pediatrician (true story), Ellie just smirked and said, “This is my wife. She's magic, just momentarily unplugged.”

☆ She always rubs your back in the kitchen when you’re staring at nothing. “Baby brain’s a bitch, huh? Good thing I’m here.”

☆ Ellie added an extra whiteboard in the hallway just for “Mama Notes” where she writes reminders, love notes, and cute drawings.

☆ She refuses to let you feel embarrassed around her. “You can forget everything but I’ll always remember who you are to me.”

☆ Ellie got Aurora to memorize your morning routine so she can bossily direct you through it. “Mama, brush your teeth. No, your toothbrush.”

☆ She bought you a necklace with Arnold’s birthstone and said, “Now you don’t have to remember. It’s always with you.”

☆ When you forgot to change out of your pajama top before going out, she just handed you a hoodie and winked. “Still hot.”

☆ Ellie created a memory jar labeled “Things You Did Right This Week.” She puts in notes when you’re asleep.

☆ She holds your hand tighter when she feels you spiraling. “One thing at a time, babe. Just one.”

☆ Ellie started sending you gentle check-in texts:

“Hey, love. Did you eat? Hydrate? Breathe?”

☆ She gives you small tasks, like folding a single onesie, and celebrates like you just aced an exam. “Ten outta ten, Professor Mama.”

☆ Ellie learned how to braid your hair so she can do it for you when you forget or don’t have the energy.

☆ When you accidentally called Aurora “Ellie,” she just laughed and said, “We’re both obsessed with you, so it tracks.”

☆ She bought you new glasses because she said, “You keep misplacing your brain, let’s at least help your eyes.”

☆ Ellie whispers “I got you” into your temple when you’re lost in a fog, grounding you like it’s instinct.

☆ She bought a wall calendar just to put gold stars on it for every good day you had. Even if it’s just “didn’t cry before 10am.”

☆ Ellie encourages you to nap and will lie beside you, watching over you like you’re the rarest research specimen she’s ever found.

☆ She plays memory-based games with Aurora and invites you to join, saying, “Let’s all forget things together.”

☆ When you forgot your name again, she just kissed your hand and said, “Doesn’t matter. You’re mine.”

☆ Ellie started carrying around a mini photo album of you and the kids and hands it to you when you feel overwhelmed. “Proof you’re doing it. All of it.”

☆ She gives you forehead kisses more often than usual—because she says it helps "charge your RAM."

☆ Most of all, Ellie never makes you feel like your forgetfulness is a burden. She makes it feel like just another part of loving and learning each other—just another thing she remembers how to hold, so you don’t have to.

All the angst you write is so beautiful I’m in tears

omfg thank you sm! this means so much to me🥺

I love you pookie<33

PLS WRITE PART 2 OF THEREFORE YOU AND ME🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏I love ur stories sm ur writing style is literally amazing

Therefore you and me - part 2/3 (ellie williams x reader)

hi anon! don't get mad BUT i made it a series lmao, so ending might not be what you would expect and also thank so sm!

This series was inspired by the song "Therefore You and Me [故にユーエンミー]" this part 2 out 3, the final part will be out soon!

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one!

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and toxic relationships

Summary: In which, Ellie realized that she needed to work on herself.

wc: 600+

part 1

“Please leave” you heard her plead from behind you as you wipe the blood from your nose. You winched slightly as your face cloth touched your nose.

“I think its broken” you added as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

 “don’t change the topic baby” Ellie said, a little louder this time. You saw her walk closer to you and you felt your body tense up immediately, waiting for her next move. Ellie watched as you tensed up not moving a muscle, you started down at the sink blood covering your hands and shirt.

“You’re fucking scared of me”

 “no I’m not”

 “you are”

“no I’m not Ellie”

 Ellie let out a sigh of frustration, her hands coming up to her face, to rub her eyes. “I fucking-“she started “I fucking punched you because you were washing the dishes too loud”

“we all get mad Ellie, you just needed to get your frustration out”

“but not on you” Ellie yelled, grabbing the back of your head to make you look up to her. You let out a whimper, looking up at her with doe eyes waiting for her to hit you. Ellie’s eyes widened at what she had just done, immediately letting go of your head, she brought her hands to her face staring down at herself.

“love isn’t supposed to hurt” Ellie whispered

“love is about forgiveness” you added, giving her a small smile.

Ellie stayed quite after that. She wasn’t going to leave you, she loved you too much. She was angry. Angry at you forgiving her, for believing that she can change, and that you stayed with her. After everything she’s done to you. Your fucking family doesn’t even talk to you anymore but you stayed with Ellie.

You sacrificed everything for her, but yet all she can do was hit you. And make you feel like less of a person.

Ellie let out a sigh as quietly sat up from your bed. She looked over to you, your body covered in bruises and scars. You nose was swelling, and it was starting to turn purple, yep it was definitely broken.

Ellie realized that she had to do something. She would never leave you so she had to fix herself. She had to figure out how to stop the violence that was brewing inside her. Ellie knew therapy was bullshit, so she wouldn’t go.

How was talking about your emotions and trauma helpful?

Ellie had a better solution. She knew what she was going to do to keep you safe, and away from her anger.

 Ellie pressed a kiss to your forehead before she got up, and she walked towards the door of your bedroom. Ellie turned around one more time, looking at your sleeping form.

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore” she spoke, to you, as if you were awake and listening.

Ellie walked out the door, hoping her plan would work.

There was only one man who could help her. The man who made her the way she is, the man that traumatized her beyond repair.

Her father.

He was the only one who could help her.

As Ellie stood outside her childhood home, her heartbeat quickened. Ellie hasn’t had contact with her father for over 6 years now. As she walked up the driveway, she got flashbacks from all the times her father pulled her over his lap and beat her so hard she couldn’t sit for days on the porch she was standing on right at this moment. How he would make her scrub the driveway with her toothbrush.

Ellie’s eyes filled with tears as all the memories came back to her. She stood at the door for a while wondering if this was a good idea. She was doing this for you to keep you safe from her. So yes, this was a good idea.

Her shaky hand came up as she knocked on the dark oak door. She stood outside for a while before the door opened and she was met with the man she thought she would never have to face again.

A disgusting grin spread across his face:

“Welcome home”

part 3

Authors note: ohhhhhhhh what's gonna happen? Will I finally give reader and Ellie a happy ending???? I guess we'll have to wait for part 3;) Remember you are loved and my requests are always open!

Yours truly,

Zia <3

My pookies <3 (the tag list) : @ellieslegalwife

Can you do a fic off the song poison by brent faiyaz

𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is my first requested story and it’s based off the song Poison by Brent Faiyaz if you can please listen to the song as you’re reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

Requests are always open, feel free to leave one or send me a song and I’ll take it from there!

Warnings: sexual themes, there will be mentions of smut and sexy things, mentions of toxic relationships, obsession, cheating and murder, drugs, dismembering of a body and violence

Summary: Ellie knows your relationship is toxic, but she can’t help but go back to you.

Know you ride it right

I might just die tonight

But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)

I know it's bad for me

And you know it tastes so sweet

I think I need your abuse baby

A relationship filled with jealousy, possessiveness and obsession isn’t really healthy. And Ellie knew that. And since she was a little girl Ellie decided that she would never be in a toxic relationship.

 “as soon as I see some toxic shit happen I’m leaving” she used to say.

But Ellie was a hypocrite. Telling people to leave their toxic situations because it wasn’t healthy, but Ellie herself was in one of the most toxic relationships in the whole of Jackson.

Ellie and y/n started dating exactly two years ago, and from an outsider’s perspective the relationship seemed healthy. Many people would even describe the two as the perfect pair. A couple that was a good example of a healthy relationship, so you could guess everyone’s surprise when the two of you broke up. But in reality no one knew what happened behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors your relationship was anything but healthy. Argument after argument and instead of sorting things out like a normal couple Ellie had you moaning her name, and begging her to give you more. You made each other jealous on purpose, you argued, you fucked and then you pretend like nothing happened. You both manipulated each other. You both hurt each other. But for some reason you stayed together. For two whole years the two of lived a life of jealousy, anger, and sex.

Ellie shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be standing outside your house. She should be at home with her fiancé Dina, celebrating their engagement but yet she was at your house. She let out a sigh as she brought up her hand to knock. Ellie waited exactly two minutes -not that she was counting or anything- before you opened up the door. The two of you made eye contact, before you said “what the fuck are you doing here-“  but before you could even finish Ellie walked forward cupping your cheeks, as she brought her lips down to give you a kiss. Instinctively you kissed back, your lips locking with the women that broke your heart. It didn’t take long for Ellie to deepen the kiss. This is what she’s been thing of for the last year since the two of you broke up.

 Ellie walked you into the house, without breaking the kiss she closed the door behind you, pushing you against it soon after.

Hesitantly Ellie pulled away from the kiss looking into your eyes, before she could go back to kissing you, you said:

“Ellie go home”

Ellie didn’t say anything, as she run her fingertips over your arm, eyes never leaving your lips

“No”

“Ellie-“ you said, your voice suddenly disappearing as you felt Ellie’s hand dropping lower and lower, getting closer to your core

“Fuck” she breathed “I know I shouldn’t be here but you’re the only one I want”. Looking away from your lips to look you in the eyes “you fucking ruined me but I can’t stay away from you”

“Ellie what about Dina?” you breathed as Ellie brought her lips closer to yours, her hand already working on unbuttoning your jeans.

“Dina isn’t that important right now” she hummed at her own statement, “let me do this one more time before I have to get married”

Ellie looked into your eyes “is that ok with you?” she asked, she needed your consent before she did anything to you. And when you nod your head Ellie had a wicked grin on her face “fuck yeah” she breathed as she locked your lips once more. The kiss was filthy, teeth clashing, spit connecting, Ellie was practically tongue fucking you at that point. Ellie pulled away slowly, a string of spit connecting to the two of you. You gave her a small smile, lips swollen from the fiery kiss you both just shared.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you”

Girl, you do damage to me

You know I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Girl, you do damage to me

You know, I love it, yeah I love you

Ain't nothing better for me now

Than your poison baby

God she would do anything to be with you again. The way you moaned her name, the way you tasted, the way your eyes closed in pleasure, she missed all of that. She’ll forever have the memories of it, and while Dina is asleep she touches herself because you were her girl. And she needed to have you. She needed to hear you chant her name over and over again. She needed to wake up, and roll over, to find your naked body laying with her.

Just the thought of you already had an effect on her, Ellie let out a quite fuck as she got out of bed, trying not to wake Dina up. She walked to the bathroom, quietly closing the door, hand immediately reaching into her boxers to sort herself out. Now Ellie knew what people with drug addictions meant when they said they can’t quit or leave the drugs behind.

Dina would never be you, Dina will never sound like you, or taste like you. And fuck Ellie doesn’t know how she’ll get married to Dina without thinking of you. Most of the times, to make sex with the poor girl bearable she would imagine it’s you laying there, gripping her hair and crying for Ellie. But every time she opened her eyes she was always met with disappointment. Dina. It’s not you. Its fucking Dina.

Ellie would do anything for you. She would die for you. She would kill for you. But after spending that one night with you, Ellie realized she would much rather die than marry Dina. She had to think of something before she got married to her. Ellie wants you. And she didn’t want to ruin her reputation and leave Dina, no- she needed to think of something else.

Ellie knows there was someone out there for her. Someone she could share a healthy relationship with, but she doesn’t give two fucks. You were dirty, manipulative, and so fucking toxic but you tasted so good. You were like a weed that hurts and poisons everything around them, but Ellie doesn’t fucking care.

Your poison has seeped into her veins, and damaged her beyond repair. And you knew what you were doing, she could tell. At times Ellie wonders who else fell victim to you and your poison, but she tried not to think about it too often. Because she wants to be your one and only. She would kill anyone, who even looks at you if she had the chance. But you weren’t hers anymore. And she wasn’t yours anymore.

Ellie soon reached her release, and she quickly washed her hands, deciding to let her hands air dry. As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dina lay there, sleeping peacefully. And blissfully unaware that she wouldn’t wake up the next day.

Mh-mh-mh-mh, oh

Angel of the night

Drown between your thighs

I'm still here, ain't no excuse baby (excuse baby)

“Ellie” you moaned her name like a mantra. Like it was the only word you knew, and Ellie felt her chest fill with pride as she continued fucking her fingers into you.

“Yeah, you like that?” she breathed needing more confirmation from you, and you just let out a pornographic moan and just by the sound of your moan Ellie knew she was doing good.

Ellie killed Dina that night. Grabbing her hunting knife and slitting Dina’s throat as she was sleeping. Dina opened her eyes grabbing onto Ellie’s arm mouthing words. No sound came from her mouth but her lips were moving. Ellie watched as Dina slowly bled, the blood dripping onto her bed.

“Why aren’t you fucking dying?” Ellie asked aloud out of frustration, when she saw Dina’s eyes still moving. She hopped onto the bed straddling Dina, stabbing her in the chest over and over again. Ellie blacked out at some point imagining you telling her how proud you were of her for doing this. For you. Ellie was doing this with you to be with you again.

Soon after Ellie killed Dina she hoped into the shower, leaving Dina’s body there, and she went to you. The only person she truly found comfort in.

And that were she was right now, fucking her ex-girlfriend after she killed her fiancé. Ellie couldn’t be happier, she was with you again, she was between your thighs doing what she loved the most. And this time Ellie doesn’t have to worry about going home to Dina. Now she can finally plan on getting back together with you. She would ask you out in a romantic way, but first she had to sort out her little Dina problem.

As soon as you fell asleep Ellie, slipped out of the room going back to her and Dina’s house. Ellie didn’t even flinch at the scene before her. She effortlessly lifted Dina’s body off the bed groaning when she realized she needed to get new bedding after this.

 She put Dina’s body into the bathtub as she started dismembering the body. Cutting off piece by piece, Ellie sighed at the amount of work she still had left. Dismembering a human is similar to an animal. Ellie was thankful that Joel taught her how to cut animals up, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to get rid of Dina.

When Ellie was eventually done she put Dina’s limbs into a freezer, deciding that the best way to dump Dina’s body, would be next time she was on patrol. Ellie cleaned the bedroom and the bathroom, and when she finally finished she had a small smile on her lips.

 She was free. No more Dina. Now she could finally focus on you.

I see you in my sleep

I'm scarred beyond belief

Ain't nothing you can't make me do, baby (do baby)

Ellie had to act as a girl that was grieving. Her story was that she and Dina had an argument and Dina just left and never came back. And everyone believed it it. On the outside Ellie had to force herself to cry and to be sad, but on the inside she was celebrating that Dina was gone.

Every time she enters her room, she can’t help but smile, remembering the moment she killed Dina. She was happy. But she was even happier that you came over and told her everything was going to be ok.

Nobody needed to know, what happened to Dina. Nobody needed to know that it was Ellie who got rid of her. Nobody even suspected that Dina died.

 Ellie doesn’t care how long she needs to play as this grieving women, that lost “the love of her life” because you would come around and comfort her. And you would cook for her. You’re taking care of her. Just like she always wanted. You were like her little housewife.

If Ellie could she would go back in time and she would kill Dina all over again. There was nothing you would say that she won’t do. Yes, you didn’t tell her to kill Dina but Ellie assumed that’s what you would have wanted from her. Remembering a time that you said “If you end up with anybody else I’ll fucking kill them. You only need me. You’re fucking worthless without me” And Ellie didn’t want you to get your hands dirty to kill Dina so she did it for you. At the time she didn’t believe it when you said she was worthless without you, but you were right. You were always right. She was worthless, useless without you. She really needed you to live happily.

Anything it takes. No matter how messy the situation got. Anything for you.

Girl, you do damage to me

But I love it babe

Oh, you're poisonous baby (oh-oh)

Now Ellie lay next to you. Enjoying the comfort, you gave her as she still continued to be “sad” about Dina.

Ellie knew her obsession was bad. She knew her behavior was not healthy. She knew she had to stop before she killed someone else. But it was you. Who wouldn’t be obsessed with someone like you?

You poisoned Ellie, you broke her, but she really doesn’t care. As long as she’s with you, she doesn’t feel the damage your poison brings her.

Authors note: Thank you to whoever requested this! Remember my requests are always open, feel free to leave one! Remember you are loved, and to be kind with everyone

Yours truly,

Zia:)

If you’re still doing song requests I’d love if you can do bad dog by Rosie ugly it’s so loser Ellie core

Bad dog - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon! firstly yes this song is so loser ellie and secondly i've never heard about Rosie before and their music slaps... i hope you enjoy:)

This story is based off the song Bad dog by Rosie! if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: angst.

Summary: in which you treated her like a bad dog

authors note: so i left again and im so sorry, anyways my person life has been kak (that's a word in afrikaans lmao, it describes my emotion the best) but I've arrived and here to spam.

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Sometimes I feel like your lover

Savor salt while I'm there

But it feels like I'm drowning in the thick heavy air

And I'm only your souvenir

You put me outside like a bad dog

And you know you're missing out

On my love

On my love

I just want another taste of you

Right there under my tongue

It gets me feeling excited

Why am I tryna hide it?

you made her feel like a fucking dog.

A dog that has disappointed it's owner and that gets sent outside to wallow in self pity.

Sometimes you made her feel loved, you made her feel like she's the only girl alive. You made it seem like you would fucking die for her but today you made her feel like a dog.

Ellie doesn't know why she feels so hurt, you did this so often. She should be used to this.

The air surrounding you, Ellie and Dina was tense.

It was suffocating.

Ellie and Dina has been friends for years, but as soon as you came into the picture suddenly all the friends Ellie had drifted towards you.

Everyone loved you.

Who wouldn't? You were perfect. There was something about you that drew people, and Ellie loved that about you.

Ellie became a shell of herself. The once loud and confident Ellie Williams became a fucking loser who follows you like a shadow.

Your laugh filled the air, as Dina told a cringe dad joke, Ellie quietly sat watching the two of you.

Your words from earlier that day made her feel sick.

"Just because we fuck, doesn't mean we're something. We're really not anything but fuck buddies. Stop trying, you're pissing me off"

stop trying.

stop trying.

stop fucking trying.

Your presence made her so excited. Just smelling your perfume had her giggling.

How could she stop trying if you were the very reason for her existence?

She couldn't focus on the what Dina had to say, your laugh was mocking her.

Your harsh words were still replaying in her mind. They were suffocating her.

stop trying.

She meant nothing to you.

She should stop trying to win your love. You literally told her to stop.

Even though you made her feel like a fucking dog, the love she felt for kept her going and Ellie wasn't willing to give up.

Remember that song that you wrote me

It wakes me up in the morning

And it feels like I'm drowning in the memories I've been avoiding

And I cannot stop destroying

You put me outside like a bad dog

And you know you're missing out

On my love

On my love

I just want another taste of you

Right there under my tongue

It gets me feeling excited

Why am I tryna hide it?

Jesse told Ellie that you didn't deserve her love. He said that you were missing out on the best relationship of your life.

Jesse was right. Ellie knew she couldn't keep following you around, she knew she should stop hoping you'd fall to your kness and tell her how much you love her.

No, she had to face reality.

He was right.

All Ellie had to do was to go to your apartment and she had to tell you to fuck off. But when she tried she suddenly lost her ability to speak.

As soon as you smiled at her and asked "what's wrong baby?"

She couldn't.

She couldn't break her heart like that.

How can someone say something so hurtful and pretend like it didn't happen? You told her she meant nothing but yet you're calling her baby?

You were a fucked up person.

She wanted to hate you, but she couldn't.

Dogs are loyal to their owners. She wasn't going to leave. She was pathetic. A loser.

A loser who believes a girl who didn't see her as more than a fuck buddy would love her.

Ellie hopes you'll fall for her.

She hopes you listen to love songs and that you'd think of her.

Maybe the memories the two of you have created would consume you. Maybe you'd finally fall for her.

She tries to forget those memories, but she can't. The thought of you kills her.

You showed her love. You fucking cared for her when she was sick.

Surely it all wasn't platonic.

Maybe deep down you love her. Maybe you making her feel like shit was all apart of your plan to suppress your feelings for her.

Everything is a possibility at this point.

I'm all fucked up 'cause

I'm missing pieces

I'm all fucked up 'cause

I'm missing pieces

Ego dying

Loner island

I untied when

We went silent

Showed my colors

Stained the carpet

Not another

Fucking artist

Ellie is a puzzle.

She's incomplete without specific pieces.

Without her guitar, she felt empty. Without Joel she was lonely. Without you she felt like she had no purpose.

No matter how complicated Ellie was, no matter how fucked she was in the head you'd always show her love. Her dark thoughts went quiet, and her once dull life was filled with color because of you.

Ellie started drawing again after she quit years ago because you convinced her to try again.

You were the reason for her very being at this point. That's why she held on for so long. That's why she couldn't let go even though you made her feel like shit.

Ellie thought that she was going to stay in this toxic cycle for the rest of her life, and yes she would've if that meant a life with you.

But one day she woke up and everything around her was dull. There was no more color. No more excitement. When she was around you she felt tired. Drained.

You showed her the world but you destroyed it too.

She hated everything.

As much as she loved you she's had enough.

She has to take Jesse's advice and do what's best for her.

Here Ellie sat in front of the love of her life, telling you that this wasn't going to work.

"Ellie please" she heard your voice plead.

"I love you" Ellie muttered

"prove it" you said, frustration building up in you.

"Stay"

"I can't"

You were almost in tears. You were losing someone who helped you. You didn't love Ellie but she was of convince, she was there when you needed a quick fuck.

If she was just a quick fuck, then why does this hurt so much?

"Ellie if you love me you would stay"

"I love you i truly do, but i love myself too much to let you treat me like a bad dog"

<3

my pookie (the taglist): @hellorai

Are you okay?

mentally, I wasn't for a while, and writing dark stuff did affect me in a way I didn't realize. I took a break, I did some soul searching and when u finally decided to come back I lost my password... pain.

Douchebag Ellie supremacy!

Headcannons: douchebag!ellie x reader

☆ Douchebag Ellie who was the most hated girl on campus because she was literally a bitch.

☆ Douchebag Ellie was in the same class as you and who treated you like shit.

“I thought you were smart dude, I got higher than you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would yawn loudly as you try and present. Or she would literally just make random noises. She was trying to get under your skin.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would boo every time your lecturer asked you to answer a question.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who bumps into you on purpose, making you drop your books and then she walks away laughing.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who would insult you on a daily basis, when in reality she was looking for ways to talk to you.

“You look fucking disgusting”

“you’re seriously going to wear that?”

“No wonder your ex cheated on you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who thrives off the attention you give her when you yell at her. Or when you tell her to fuck off.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who sits directly behind you and throws notes at you and who thinks it’s funny when you flip her off.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who gets defensive when her friends say she has a crush on you.

“Dude you’re literally fucking in love with her! You already act like a dick in general but you act like a bigger one around her”

“Shut the fuck up Jesse, this is why Dina left you”

☆ Douchebag Ellie who watches you smile with other people but when it comes to her you walk past her. And as much as she likes to pretend it didn’t make her feeling anything, she felting something. It hurt.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who feels a pit grow in her stomach when she saw you walking hand in hand with another girl.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who knows it’s not normal to get jealous when you see someone you know walking with someone else.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who realizes she’s in love with you and that she’s fucked.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who becomes worse after that. Harsher insults and snarkier comments.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who’s mad at herself for not talking to you sooner.

“Dude it’s my fault” Ellie sighed one afternoon.

“if you weren’t such a pussy maybe you could talk to her and ask her out” Jesse spoke as he tried comforting his friend.

“she was so rude to that poor girl; I don’t even think she stood a chance” Dina added

☆ Douchebag Ellie who grew quiet and less bitchy.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who stopped making fun of you and completely distanced herself.

“Ellie are you ok?” her eyes snapped open she was met with the girl she was so deeply in love with.

“why do you fucking care?” Ellie snapped.

“I don’t” you answered. “it’s just you didn’t call me stupid of failing my test”

“well you aren’t stupid” Ellie muttered

“what?” You asked “I didn’t hear you”

“Nothing” Ellie muttered.

Ellie brought her hand up to her face as she rubbed her eyes and she let out a sigh. “Look- can I ask you something?” Ellie hesitantly asked.

“sure”

if I- if I wasn’t such a bitch would you like me? Like- you know.. like like me?” Ellie looked at you sheepishly.

“who says I don’t already?” Ellie started at you with wide eyes as you just winked at her,

“see in class Williams!” you said as you walked away

☆ Douchebag Ellie who got hope that she did actually have a change with you.

☆ Douchebag Ellie who made it her mission to make you hers from that day on.

The song save your tear - the weekend reminds of a fwb situation, could you make a ellie williams x reader one?

Maybe one where ellie didnt want to have a relationship with reader and treated her like a friend so now reader treats her like a simple friend and rejects ellies advances

(if you want to make it dark you can! But i leave that up to what you think its best!)

Thank you babes!

Save your tears - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i hope you enjoy! i wrote 2 versions to this. This and a darker version, lmk if you want that one too!!

this story is based off the song Save your tears by the weeknd, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: friends with benefits dynamic, angst and emotional manipulation, power imbalance (emotional), jealousy and toxic behavior, alcohol use

Summary: Ellie Williams never wanted commitment. When you first tangled in each other’s sheets, it was her rules: casual, no strings, no complications. You agreed—half-heartedly. But feelings grew in the silence between skin and shadows.

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The first time it happened, you were both drunk.

Not the sloppy kind—just loose enough to forget the warnings stitched into your better judgment. Ellie’s hand on your thigh, the glint of a dare in her half-lidded eyes. “We don’t have to make this a thing,” she said against your neck, casual like it was just another Friday night. “Just... fun, yeah?”

And you—foolish, soft, already hooked—nodded. “Yeah. Fun.”

It became a pattern. Late nights, tangled limbs, and laughter that always faded too quickly when the morning sun hit. Ellie would slide on her hoodie, brush a kiss to your cheek, and mutter, “Don’t catch feelings, alright?” Like it was a joke. Like she wasn’t the one carving space inside your ribs.

You told yourself it was enough. That the warmth of her body beside yours was worth the cold that followed when she left.

But the thing about pretending? Eventually, someone forgets it's not real.

The night everything shifted, you were at Dina’s.

A party, crowded and loud, red cups everywhere. You didn’t expect Ellie to show up—she hadn’t texted in three days—but there she was: leaning against the kitchen counter, beer in hand, her gaze flicking over the crowd until it landed on you.

You were talking to someone else. Some girl from Lit class. Laughing—genuinely, for once. Ellie watched, her expression unreadable.

Later, when she cornered you outside, her breath visible in the cold, her voice cracked. “Who was that?”

You blinked. “What?”

“That girl. You were flirting.”

You laughed, bitter. “Isn’t that what we do, El? Flirt with people we don’t care about?”

She flinched like you’d slapped her. Then she kissed you.

Hard. Desperate.

You let her. Of course you did. But something inside you stayed locked this time. You didn’t fall into her like before. You didn’t cry when she left.

After that night, Ellie started showing up more.

Texting. Calling. Bringing you coffee “just because.” She’d sit too close on your couch, her hand brushing yours like a ghost of what used to be. But you didn’t let her in.

You stopped waiting for her messages. Stopped rearranging your world to fit around hers.

When she said, “Let’s hang out tonight,” you told her you had plans. No explanation. No apology.

Ellie looked stunned, almost hurt. “With who?”

You shrugged. “Does it matter?”

That night, she posted an old photo of you on her story. Just your hand in hers. No caption.

You blocked her for a week.

She showed up at your apartment. Rain-soaked. Eyes red.

“I miss you.”

You looked at her like a stranger.

“You had me,” you said softly. “And you didn’t want me.”

Ellie didn’t know how to mourn something that was never officially hers.

She spent nights lying awake, replaying your laugh, your voice, the way your fingers curled into her shirt in your sleep. She used to pretend she didn’t notice. But she did. She noticed everything.

Now, she notices your absence.

The silence in her apartment is thick with your ghost.

She tries to move on. Hooking up with someone else—a distraction. But when she touches her, all she feels is how different she is from you. The wrong perfume. The wrong laugh. The wrong everything.

She leaves before it’s over.

Back in her car, knuckles white on the steering wheel, Ellie whispers to herself, “What the fuck did I do?”

You see her again at the art building.

She’s leaning against the wall, sketchbook in hand, pretending to draw. Her eyes dart up when she spots you, and there’s that flicker of hope—raw and real.

You approach. Calm.

She straightens. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Silence. She breaks first. “Can we talk?”

You nod. “Sure.”

You walk beside her, down quiet paths where words feel louder. She tells you everything. How she was scared. How she didn’t think she deserved you. How she messed it all up.

“I’m ready now,” she says. “For real. I want—”

You hold up a hand.

“Ellie…” You meet her eyes. Steady. “I don’t want that anymore.”

She freezes. Like her heart stops.

“You—what?”

“I don’t want to go back,” you say. “Not after how it felt to be your ‘almost.’ I won’t do it again.”

You see it hit her. The panic. The grief. And still—you don’t flinch.

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” you whisper. “But I stopped waiting for you.”

Later, Ellie listens to “Save Your Tears” on repeat.

She finally understands the lyrics now. Every word.

“I broke your heart like someone did to mine…”

She used to think heartbreak made her immune.

Now, she knows it just made her cruel

You move on.

Not with anyone else—not yet—but with yourself. You go to therapy. You heal. You fill your days with things that make you feel whole again. Not dependent on someone’s half-hearted love.

Ellie tries, once more. She leaves flowers. A letter.

You don’t read it.

You leave the flowers on your doorstep until they wilt.

It’s not about punishment—it’s about peace.

You don’t cry for her anymore.

She watches you from a distance sometimes, wondering if she ever really knew you. If she ever deserved to.

She doesn’t chase again.

She finally learns what it means to lose someone who loved you completely.

You let Ellie into your apartment one night, not out of love—out of curiosity.

She stands awkwardly near the door, like she knows she’s trespassing somewhere sacred.

“I’m not here to mess things up,” she says. “I just… needed to see you.”

You nod slowly, arms crossed.

“I never knew how to love you right,” she says, voice low. “But I never stopped wanting to try.”

You tilt your head. “Ellie, wanting to try means nothing when I was begging for it before.”

Her face crumples.

You let her cry.

But you don’t hold her this time.

You just say, gently, “Go home, Ellie.”

Two years later, you meet again. Different city. Different lives.

She looks older. Softer. Worn down in the way heartbreak shapes you.

You talk. Lightly. Carefully. Like a bandage being peeled.

“I never loved anyone after you,” she admits.

You smile. “I loved myself after you.”

There’s silence.

And then, for the first time, Ellie smiles too.

No expectations. Just understanding.

Sometimes love isn’t a second chance. Sometimes it’s knowing when to let go.

You sit in your apartment, tea in hand, the rain tapping against the window. You used to cry every time it rained.

Now it’s just weather.

You think about how far you've come.

How love isn’t meant to be begged for, or bargained with.

And if Ellie ever really loved you, she’ll learn that too.

You close your eyes. You are whole.

And finally—

You don’t miss her.

Can you do smt for abby with the song new magic wand by Tyler the creator?

I love her puppy eyes and muscles so much 🥺

Also, i love obsessive women so

New Magic Wand - abby anderson x reader

hi anon!! fictional obsessive women are so hot ughhhhhhhh. i hope you enjoy:) also abby in this pic??? i love her.

this story is based off the song new magic wand by tyler the creator. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: dark themes, obsession, violence, psychological tension

Summary: Abby has never been good at letting things go. And she sure as hell isn't letting go of you.

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You met Abby during a supply run in Jackson. Just two soldiers assigned to the same patrol, nothing special. But there was something about you—your laugh, maybe. The way you didn’t flinch when she barked orders. The way you looked at the world like it hadn’t completely fallen apart.

That was two months ago.

Now, she watches you from the shadows.

She doesn’t mean to. At first, it was casual. Coincidental. A walk past the stables. Lingering near the training yard. Asking around. But then she saw you with someone else. That girl—Mia, from the medbay. Too close. Touching your wrist. Whispering.

Abby’s jaw locked so tight her molars ached.

She waited. Quiet. Calculating.

She told herself you weren’t hers. But that wasn’t true. Not really.

You were hers. You just didn’t know it yet.

“She’s gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand.”

You started noticing strange things.

Your door left slightly ajar when you knew you closed it. The sweater you thought you lost suddenly reappearing on your cot. A shadow behind you in the glass of the dining hall. At first, you brushed it off. The world was full of paranoia and trauma—maybe it was just stress.

Then Mia disappeared.

She never showed up to her shift. Her bunk was untouched. No note. No signs of struggle.

You asked questions. Abby watched you from across the rec room as you begged the search party to look further. No one had the energy to care. People disappeared sometimes.

But Abby cared.

Abby had taken care of the problem.

She didn't use a "magic wand"—just her hands. Just enough pressure. She didn’t scream. Abby was proud of that. No mess. No loose ends.

She thought you'd notice her now. You didn’t.

You started pulling away. Spending more time alone. Your smile—her favorite thing about you—began to dim. She hated that. Hated that you didn’t know she was trying to protect you.

Abby tried to get closer. Leaving you small things. A can of your favorite peaches. A leather glove you mentioned needing. You thanked her, politely.

But not the way she wanted.

“I need to get her out the picture, she’s really fucking up my frame.”

Abby started dreaming about you. In those dreams, you kissed her like you meant it. You let her hold you. You begged her to stay. Woke up to soaked sheets and a clenched jaw.

Reality was uglier. You barely looked at her now. You were scared—she could see it in your eyes. That made her blood boil and her stomach twist.

It was that fucking patrol leader next.

Sergio.

Too friendly. Too smug. Too willing to walk next to you, show you how to hold a better grip on your rifle.

Abby followed him. Took his knee out behind the stables. Broke his arm and left him in the snow. Said she found him that way.

It wasn’t about jealousy, she told herself. It was about clarity. You and her—there was no room for anyone else in the picture.

They were ruining the shot. The life she could see so clearly with you.

She’d fix it.

“I wanna be found, passenger in your car.”

You knew it by the fourth disappearance. This wasn’t just coincidence. Someone was doing this.

Someone was doing this for you.

That’s when you found the journal.

Hidden under the floorboard in the old stables. Pages and pages of your name. Drawings of your face. A lock of your hair taped to the corner of a page. Abby’s messy handwriting scrawled beneath every entry:

“I saw her smile today. I think she smiled at me.”

“She wore her green coat. It suits her. She looked cold—I should bring her another.”

“She looked at her again. I want to rip her throat out.”

“She's mine. She just doesn't understand yet.”

Your breath caught. She was watching you. All this time.

“You got a new friend, it hurts. I’ll make you one, I’ll make you one.”

You confronted her. Cornered her in the greenhouse, where no one else went anymore.

"Abby," you said, voice trembling. "What the fuck did you do?"

She didn’t deny it. Just looked at you like she always had—like you were the sun burning through her skull.

“I protected you,” she said. “They didn’t deserve you. None of them did.”

“You killed them,” you whispered.

She stepped closer. You flinched. That hurt her—cut deep.

“I’d do it again,” Abby murmured, voice soft and low. “I’d do anything for you.”

You should’ve run. You should’ve screamed.

But something in her eyes—something fractured and sincere—rooted you in place.

She reached out, calloused fingers brushing your cheek. You didn’t move.

"You don’t have to be scared," she whispered. "I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to see. We can be good, you and me."

And despite everything—the deaths, the obsession, the blood on her hands—your heart stuttered.

Because some broken, desperate part of you wanted to believe her.

Wanted to believe you could be loved that completely.

“Please don’t leave me now.”

Abby kept you in a cabin miles from Jackson. Safe. Stocked. Secluded. A place where no one could come between you.

She made you tea. Lit the fireplace. Spoke softly. Touched you like you were made of glass.

You tried to run once. She found you hours later, frostbitten and sobbing.

She carried you back. Wrapped you in blankets. Kissed your forehead.

“You don’t get it,” she murmured against your skin. “You’re all I have left.”

And eventually...you stopped fighting. Let her touch linger. Let her hold you at night.

You told yourself it was survival. But when she kissed you the first time, your lips parted.

Not in protest.

But in surrender.