Them Having A Baby Was Sososososo Cute 😭😭 I Would Like To Know What Their Daughter Would Be Like

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This story is based off the song, Moonlight by Kali Uchis! If you can, listen to the song as you're reading:)

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jackson!Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Requests are open!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mentions of weed, swearing, mentions of clothes being ripped off, and sexual themes

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Ellie getting high with her "lover"

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐞𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐮ñ𝐞𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐣𝐨

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Ellie sat across you, as you took the blunt between your fingers. You brought it up to your lips, as you took a deep breathe. As you breathed in, you closed your eyes as the smoke filled your lungs. Slowly breathing out, you already started to feel fuzzy.

It was Ellie's favorite time of the day. It was night time. There was barley any light in the room where you and Ellie sat- it was only the moonlight shining in from the windows.

Ellie couldn't help but to stare at you in awe. Your lips slightly swollen, you eyes closed, head thrown back- and the moonlight shining across your features made it 10 times better.

You were dressed up. Wearing a blue flowy summer dress. You had planned on going out that night, but then Ellie showed up and begged you to go smoking with her, and you said yes because who wouldn't? its Ellie fucking Williams.

You being dressed up, and under the moonlight, had Ellie going feral. She wanted nothing more but to get up and rip your clothes off of you. But she didn't. She couldn't. Because you weren't hers.

You suddenly opened your eyes, and Ellie started blushing- in fear that you might have caught her staring. You sat up slightly giving her the blunt.

"here" you said softly and Ellie just knew by the sound of your voice you were higher than a kite.

It was moments like these where Ellie fell more and more in love with you. The two of you, alone. Doing one of her favorite activities- smoking.

Ellie loved getting high with you. Hell, you were a drug to her, so you and weed together fucked her up even more. She wished you were hers. Her girl. Her lover. She wished she could get high with you all the time.

She wished she could get high with her lover, who isn't her lover. Yet.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

𝐏𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡

You laid on the sofa across from Ellie, you legs sprawled out in front of you. Your dress was riding up your thighs as you kept moving and Ellie felt like she was going to explode by the sight. Your eyes were still closed, your head still thrown back.

'fuck me' me ellie said out loud.

'mhm' you questioned, opening one eye to look at her. You were so fucking high. It felt like you were floating. You heard Ellie mumble something and it brought you back to earth.

'n-n-nothing' Ellie said quickly.

Ellie never stutters you thought to yourself, but you assumed because she was just as fucking high as you were.

'c'mon hurry up' you said motioning at the blunt Ellie was holding.

'oh yeah' she said as if she forgot that she was smoking.

Truth be told she did. You fuck up her mind. You make her nervous. You make her forget things.

She quickly gave you the blunt and once again you took it between your lips and closed your eyes in pleasure. Ellie wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Teasing her. Taunting her.

Smoke filled the room as you breathed out and Ellie was staring once again. eyes trailing your body. She took the blunt from your hand, your fingers brushing slightly and she felt a jolt of electricity go up her spine at the touch. Before she could put the blunt into her mouth, to try and shake off these thoughts she was having of you, you reached down into your bag to grab a tube of lip gloss. Ellie watched you carefully, as you laid back down. You opened the lip gloss, and applied it to your lips.

Ellie wanted nothing more but to lean over and kiss you. You felt her eyes burning holes into your head, you turned to her she looked away immediately. You put the lip gloss down, closed your eyes and you let out a soft 'hurry up'.

Ellie was fucked. She was turned on. She was in love. She was obsessed. She was high. She didn't know what to do.

There you were laying across from her. Exposed thighs, glossed lips, eyes closed, head thrown back. 'Fuckmefuckmefuckme' she thought over and over again.

She decided there and then she was never getting high with you again. (she knew she would invite you again)

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

She could already imagine it. Coming home after patrol you being there waiting for her. Maybe in the kitchen cooking for her, wearing no panties. Maybe shed walk in on you waiting for her on the bed. She imagines coming home to you already licking the sides of the blunt, handing one to her as the two of you smoked in your home.

Her dreams could become a reality if she wasn't such a fucking pussy. Ellie would never admit it to anyone but you were her safe heaven. Over the years of knowing you, you somehow became her comfort. After hard days of patrol she'd always go visit you and her mood changes instantly. Apart from all her dirty thoughts Ellie wanted nothing more but to come home to you, and to comforted by you. To be held. To be babied.

The world you lived in was hell. It was darkness, but you were her light and you didn't even know. She felt free with you. She felt safe. If she could she would escape from this world. And she would take you with her.

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫?

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨-𝐧𝐨-𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨

As the night went on the two of you got higher and higher.

You were asleep. The moonlight looming over your features and Ellie just admired you. She loved the moon. She loved you. She loved you to the moon and back. She always wanted to be an astronaut when she was younger. She wanted to go to the moon and she wanted to take you with her. (She assumed there would be no infected on the moon) She laid on her side watching you as you slept. She silently thanked the moonlight from making you look even more angelic than you already were. She took one last puff before the blunt was finished and when she was done with it she discarded it somewhere on the table and she looked at you. There was nothing she wouldn't do for you. Getting high with you was the best decision she ever made.

She watched as you were sleeping, your chest rising slowly, your thighs still on display. You were going to be hers. She will make sure of it. Nothing and no one was going to stop her. She was going to make you her lover.

And she just did just that. A few days later the two of you were in the room cuddling and getting fucked up together.

Ellies dreams finally became a reality. She was getting high with her lover.

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed it! Remember to always spread love and to be kind to one another! Feel free to request or message me or anything! Let me know if i made any mistakes....

Yours truly, Zia:)

can we please have a pt2 for bbf!ellie?😭

headcannons: brothers best friend!ellie williams x reader

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part 1

☆ Ellie’s confession wasn’t a soft one. It was raw. Blurted out late one night when it was just the two of you on the porch, sitting too close. Her voice trembled but her eyes never left yours.

☆ “I like you,” she said, almost angry about it, like it was your fault. “I’ve liked you for a long time.”

☆ You froze. Not because you didn’t like her back—but because you did, and that scared the hell out of you.

☆ The next day, you avoided her. No text replies, no opening the door when she knocked, no hanging around when your brother invited her over.

☆ Ellie noticed instantly. Her texts got more frequent. Shorter. More frantic. “Did I fuck up?” “Please talk to me.”

☆ When you left a group hang early, she stared after you the whole time. She didn’t even say goodbye.

☆ Ellie didn’t sleep much that first week. She laid awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she misread things.

☆ She started watching your house. Just sitting in her truck a few houses down at night. Waiting to see your light go off.

☆ She played songs she knew you liked in your brother's room, loud enough for you to hear through the shared wall. Hoping you’d listen. Hoping you’d knock.

☆ You didn’t. It made her worse.

☆ She started keeping things you left behind—a hoodie, a pen, a lip balm—and holding them like they were sacred.

☆ Ellie got moodier. Snappier with your brother. She barely made eye contact with him, but she was always asking where you were.

☆ You caught her looking at you from the edge of the hallway once. Her eyes were glassy. She didn’t speak.

☆ Her drawings? All turned into versions of you. Your hands, your mouth, your hair, the sad curve of your shoulder.

☆ She stopped hiding it. Started wearing her obsession like a badge, because if she couldn't have you—she needed to remember every inch of you.

☆ Ellie started showing up everywhere you went. Coincidence at first—until it wasn’t.

☆ Grocery store? She was there by the lemons, asking if you still liked green apples.

☆ Coffee shop? She was sitting at the back, watching you sip your drink, fingers tight on her cup.

☆ She wouldn’t talk to you directly. Just… look. Let the air buzz.

☆ Your friends noticed. One asked, “Is she stalking you?” You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure.

☆ Ellie started writing about you in her journal—paragraphs of frustration, lust, guilt, rage, and helpless longing.

☆ She imagined what your skin would taste like if you’d let her kiss you.

☆ She imagined saying your name and hearing you moan hers back.

☆ Every sketch was darker, more desperate. You with tear tracks, with your lip between your teeth, with bruises she imagined leaving.

☆ Her mind spiraled. She thought maybe you were rejecting her on purpose. Punishing her.

☆ She started dreaming about you. Wake-up-sweating, breathing-hard dreams.

☆ When your brother invited her over again, Ellie scanned the room like a wolf. You weren’t there. Again.

☆ “She’s been busy,” your brother offered casually. Ellie didn’t respond. Her jaw clenched.

☆ The silence became unbearable. You missed her. Wanted her. But you couldn’t act on it—not with your brother. Not with the mess.

☆ But Ellie was done waiting.

☆ She showed up at your place with a book she claimed you left behind. You didn’t. She just needed an excuse.

☆ You opened the door an inch. Tried to keep it cold. But your eyes gave you away. You still wanted her.

☆ Ellie stared at your lips the entire conversation. All two minutes of it.

☆ When you shut the door, she stood there for five more minutes. Breathing. Shaking.

☆ That was the night she made a decision: she’d make you tell her the truth—even if she had to corner you for it.

☆ You were coming back from class when you felt it—that prickle on your neck. The instinct. Someone watching.

☆ You turned and there she was. Hoodie, jaw set, standing at the mouth of the hallway.

☆ You tried to walk past her. She stepped in front of you.

☆ “Why are you avoiding me?” she asked, voice low, clipped.

☆ “Ellie, please—” you said, but your voice cracked.

☆ She moved closer. “No. You don’t get to run anymore.”

☆ You backed up, heart pounding, until your spine hit the cold concrete wall. Nowhere to go.

☆ “Did I scare you?” she whispered. “Is that it?”

☆ “No,” you whispered. “You didn’t.”

☆ Her hands hit the wall on either side of your head. Trapped. Her face inches from yours.

☆ “Then what?” Her voice broke. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

☆ Her eyes were red-rimmed. Wild. “I tell you I’m in love with you and you disappear?”

☆ “Ellie, I’m scared,” you admitted. “You’re my brother’s best friend. If something happens, it’ll ruin everything.”

☆ “Something already happened,” she growled. “You ruined me the second you stopped talking to me.”

☆ Your breath hitched. Her lips brushed your cheek. “I dream about you,” she whispered. “Every fucking night.”

☆ “Ellie…” Your voice was soft, needy.

☆ She tilted your chin up. “Say you don’t want me. Say it and I’ll leave you alone.”

☆ You couldn’t. You didn’t. Your mouth parted—but no words came.

☆ And then—her lips crashed into yours.

☆ It was messy, all teeth and tongue and heat. Weeks of tension unraveling in one kiss that felt like it might end the world.

☆ Your hands gripped her hoodie like a lifeline, pulling her tighter, closer, until you couldn’t breathe.

☆ She kissed like she hated you for making her wait. Like she needed to memorize you.

☆ You whimpered into her mouth and she swore she almost lost it. Her hands fisted in your shirt.

☆ Her leg slipped between yours. She swallowed every sound you made.

☆ When she finally pulled back, you both were panting. Her forehead pressed to yours.

☆ “Fuck,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted to do that since I was seventeen.”

☆ “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t know how to handle it.”

☆ “You don’t have to,” she said. “Just don’t run. Please.”

☆ Her fingers traced your jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. I’m not walking away.”

☆ “Even if my brother finds out?”

☆ “Let him,” she said, voice thick. “I’ll fight him if I have to.”

☆ You laughed softly, and Ellie smiled like she hadn’t in weeks.

☆ “So… what now?” you asked, breathless.

☆ She swallowed, eyes dark, voice hoarse: “Go out with me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day after that. Be mine.”

☆ You kissed her again. And this time, it wasn’t desperate—it was a yes.

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.

Are you interested im doing something with the song she by tyler the creator ft Frank ocean?

Could be for ellie or abby, but its really giving dark vibes of lesbian yearning 😭

Thank you!

She - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i am totally interested!! id write whatever you ask:) i went quite dark with this one... lmk if you want one with a happy ending:) i deadass got carried away with writing this lmao

this story is based off the song She by Tyler the Creator. If you can listen to the song as you're reading:)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me songs or your silly ideas:)

HUGE WARNING: 18+ MDNI: Mentions of explicit sexual content (restraints, biting, choking, rough sex), obsession, psychological manipulation, mental deterioration, dubious/blurred consent in emotional and sexual contexts, Stockholm syndrome, stalking, kidnapping, murder, suicide, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, paranoia, delusions, violence

Summary: When Ellie starts watching her a little too closely, it’s hard to tell where curiosity ends and obsession begins. What begins as quiet glances and subtle tension quickly turns into something darker—something neither of them fully understands, but both feel deeply.

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You moved into the safe zone two months ago. Quiet, kind, polite. You kept to yourself, helped at the medical tent, smiled when people passed. Ellie noticed you right away.

Not because you stood out—at least not to most. But Ellie saw the way your hands trembled slightly when you stitched a wound. How your eyes scanned the environment like you were waiting for someone to come back. Or leave.

She liked that.

She liked the way your window lit up at night, a soft amber glow behind sheer curtains. You read. Sometimes you cried. Once, you laughed—just once—and she pressed her forehead against her window across the alley and watched your lips form around a sentence. She imagined you reading to her. Her name in your mouth. Her name in your bed.

She told herself she was just watching. But then it became routine.

She started to learn the rhythm of your days. When you left. What time you came back. What you wore. What you ate. The exact second you turned off your lamp and slid under the covers. She’d stand in the shadows across the street, chewing on the skin of her thumb, eyes locked on that sliver of light between your curtains.

Ellie didn’t smile much anymore. Not unless she thought of you. And even then, it wasn’t a smile. It was something darker—sharper. Something that clenched her stomach like a fist and made her palms itch.

She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. You weren’t hers. But that didn’t stop her.

You first met her when she came in with a deep cut on her forearm. Self-stitched, jagged. Her expression unreadable.

“You should’ve come in earlier,” you told her, gently cleaning the wound. “This could’ve gotten infected.”

She just stared. “Didn’t want to waste your time.”

You paused. “You knew it would be me?”

Her jaw flexed. “Yeah.”

You smiled. Ellie didn’t.

But later that night, she traced the shape of your smile in the fogged glass of her bedroom window. Over and over until her finger bled from the cold.

Ellie started showing up more. Dropping off supplies. Asking if you needed help moving crates. Pretending to look for something just outside your tent.

“I heard you play guitar,” you said once, handing her a bandage kit. “Do you still?”

“Only in my head.”

You wanted to ask what that meant. But her eyes were dark that day. Watching you like she already had the answer.

You didn’t know she was in your hallway the night you cried into your pillow. That she sat just outside your door, back against the wood, fists clenched, listening.

You didn’t know she stole one of your gloves when it dropped outside the infirmary. That she kept it in her jacket pocket. That she touched it every time someone else looked at you too long.

You didn’t know you were the reason someone disappeared.

That guy—tall, arrogant, always flirting—he hadn’t shown up in over a week. No one knew where he went. Ellie did.

She watched him follow you to your door one night. Heard you laugh nervously when he touched your arm. Saw the way you recoiled when he leaned in too close.

Ellie followed him into the woods the next day. Said nothing. Did what she had to.

For you.

One night, you came home late. The infirmary was overwhelmed. Blood on your shirt. You were tired, broken, still so beautiful. Ellie watched you through the crack in your curtain.

She saw you undress.

Saw your bare skin in that soft yellow light. Saw you pause in front of the mirror, fingertips grazing your ribs like you didn’t recognize yourself.

Ellie’s breath hitched. Her hand trembled. She pressed it to the windowpane like she could reach through.

You looked sad. You looked lonely. You looked like you needed someone.

Her.

The first time you saw her watching, it wasn’t on purpose.

You pulled your curtain aside to close the window and there she was—across the alley, standing in the dark. Still. Unmoving. Eyes glowing faintly under the porch light.

You froze. She didn’t.

She just tilted her head. Slowly. Like a predator curious if its prey would run.

You didn’t.

You closed the curtain. Heart pounding. Skin hot. You should’ve been afraid.

But you weren’t.

Ellie showed up the next morning like nothing happened. Gave you a thermos of coffee. Smiled—for the first time. You stared at her fingers as they brushed yours. Cold. Calloused. Familiar. You let her in that day.

She sat in your chair. Looked at your books. Touched the necklace on your shelf like she already knew its weight.

“You’ve been watching me,” you said, not a question.

Ellie blinked. “Yeah.”

You swallowed. “Why?”

She stood up. Walked toward you. Stopped just short of touching.

“Because I love you.”

You should’ve laughed. Should’ve run. Should’ve screamed.

But all you said was: “Since when?”

Ellie’s voice dropped. “Since the first time you turned on that fucking light.”

You kissed her. You didn’t mean to. Or maybe you did. Maybe you were just as broken.

It was desperate. All teeth and breath and guilt. She gripped your waist like she was afraid you’d disappear. You gripped her jaw like you wanted to know her shape from the inside out.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was dangerous. But it felt like breathing after drowning.

Now she’s in your bed almost every night.

She never stays till morning. Always slips out before the sun rises, back to her shadows, back to her window.nBut her scent lingers on your sheets.

And when you close your eyes, you feel her watching.

And when you open them, she’s there. She always is.

The first time you tried to distance yourself, Ellie didn’t speak.

You had turned to her in bed, barely whispering, “I think I need space.”

Your voice cracked. You hated how small it sounded.

Ellie didn’t flinch. Didn’t argue. Just nodded. Kissed your shoulder and slipped out like always. But that night, your window stayed open.

She didn’t watch you through it. She was already inside.

She started leaving things in your house. Quietly, deliberately. A book you mentioned once—resting on your nightstand. Her hoodie folded on the arm of your couch. A note in your handwriting that you didn’t remember writing.

“You miss me.”

You found it under your pillow.

Your hands trembled as you stared at it. You told yourself you were imagining things. You told yourself it was just coincidence. You told yourself Ellie wouldn't do that.

But deep down, you knew better.

People started asking if you and Ellie were together. You always paused too long before answering. Smiled too tightly. Said, “It’s complicated.”

Ellie never used that word. She said, “She’s mine.”

She wasn’t just watching anymore.

She was following.

You’d leave work and catch a flicker of her hoodie in the crowd. You’d step outside at night and feel her behind you. You’d dream of her fingers wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back into her.

One night, you turned the corner too fast and slammed into her chest. She didn’t apologize.

Her hands gripped your arms.

“I didn’t know you were—” you started.

“Yes, you did,” she said. Her voice was a blade.

You didn’t move. Neither did she.

The tension curled around your throat like smoke. You wanted to run. You wanted to stay. You wanted her to tear you apart.

Inside her mind, it only made sense:

She knew what you liked. What you feared. What you needed.

She could protect you. She could fix the ache inside your chest.

You just had to stop pretending you didn’t feel it too.

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

Ellie started keeping a journal. It wasn’t full of words. Just drawings.

Of you.

Sleeping. Smiling. Naked. Crying.

Sometimes she’d draw herself with you—your hand in hers, your head on her chest. But always, always, your eyes were closed.

She liked it better that way.

When another woman tried to flirt with you at the market, Ellie was there before you could even react. Just a shadow beside your shoulder.

“She’s not interested,” Ellie said, low and cold.

You touched her wrist. “Ellie, stop—”

The woman blinked at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

Ellie didn’t respond. Just stared. Long enough to make her leave. Long enough to make her afraid.

Later, Ellie brushed your hair off your cheek and whispered, “You don’t need anyone else.”

You didn’t answer. Because part of you agreed.

You started hearing her voice even when she wasn’t there.

Soft murmurs at the edge of your consciousness. A whisper behind your ear.

“You’re mine.”

You looked over your shoulder constantly. Not because you were scared. But because you hoped it was her.

One night, you confronted her. “Are you watching me when I sleep?”

Ellie didn’t lie.

“Yes.”

Your throat tightened. “Why?”

She stepped forward. Her hands cradled your jaw like you were something fragile—something sacred.

“Because it’s the only time you’re honest.”

You shuddered. “That’s not love.”

Ellie’s eyes flashed. “No. It’s more than that.”

She started sleeping on your floor.

Didn’t ask. Just curled up on the rug like a stray wolf. Eyes closed, but never fully asleep. You stepped over her on the way to the bathroom and felt her fingers brush your ankle.

You didn’t stop her. You didn’t speak.

You just left the door unlocked. Every night.

Eventually, your light never turned off.

You didn’t pull the curtains anymore. You let her see.

Because pretending you weren’t hers felt worse than giving in.

And the worst part? You started watching her too.

You counted her steps. You tracked her breath.

You studied the scars on her knuckles and the cracks in her voice when she said your name.

You wanted her under your skin, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t sane. It wasn’t safe.

But it was real.

And in this world, that was all you had.

The cabin was two hours from the nearest town.

You didn’t remember falling asleep in the car. You didn’t remember agreeing to come.

You just remembered Ellie’s voice: “There’s too many people around you. Too many eyes.”

She made it sound like love. And you were so tired of fighting.

You woke up wrapped in thick blankets. The fire crackled low. Rain tapped against the window like a pulse.

And Ellie was already watching.

She sat in the rocking chair, legs spread wide, one hand curled beneath her chin. The other rested on her thigh.

“You’re safe now,” she said.

You sat up slowly, brain hazy. “Where are we?”

“Somewhere they can’t reach you.”

You should have run. Instead, you pulled the blanket tighter. And whispered, “Okay.”

The first few days felt like a dream. A stillness you didn’t realize you craved. Ellie chopped wood outside shirtless, sweat glistening down her spine. She cooked, fed you, fixed the fire. She moved like a soldier, like a lover, like something primal that found peace only when she could watch you.

“Do you hate it here?” she asked one night. You shook your head.

Because here, she didn’t have to hide what she was. And neither did you.

She kissed you after dinner. Hard. Possessive.

You tasted desperation in it—an edge like she was afraid you’d disappear mid-kiss. Her hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. The plates clattered. You didn’t care.

“Tell me you’re mine,” she growled against your throat.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Your head lolled back as her hand slid up your shirt, gripping your breast with a brutal need.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped. It felt like a vow.

That night, she took you.

Face pressed into the mattress. Hands pinned above your head. Her mouth feverish on your skin, trailing teeth and tongue in frantic worship. Every thrust came with a litany—Mine. Mine. Mine.—punctuated by bruises blooming under her fingertips.

You came with a scream you didn’t recognize. You came again, sobbing her name.

And when it was over, she curled around you like armor.

Whispered, “I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

You didn’t reply. Because you didn’t want to leave.

Days blurred.

Ellie read to you, bathed you, watched you sleep. She didn’t let you touch the keys. Didn’t let you wander past the woods.

“It’s not safe,” she’d repeat. “People lie. I don’t.”

You believed her. Or you needed to believe her.

One night, she tied your wrists with her belt. Not out of cruelty.

But because you asked her to.

Because your mind was starting to slip too—spiraling in on itself like hers.

“I want to feel it,” you whispered. “What it’s like to be… owned.”

Something in Ellie snapped. She fucked you on the floor. Face flushed, voice shaking. She held your chin and made you watch her as you came. Over and over.

“You’re not leaving,” she told you afterward. You smiled, dazed.

“Why would I?”

You found her journal. Pages filled with you—sketches, fantasies, maps of your body. But also lists. Daydreams:

"Her in a collar"

"Me watching her sleep, knife under the pillow"

"Keep her full. Keep her scared. Keep her close"

"Fuck her in front of a mirror until she can’t tell who she is anymore"

You should’ve been afraid. But instead, you wrote your name in the margin next to hers.

By the second week, you stopped asking when you’d go back.

By the third, you stopped wondering who you used to be.

You were hers now. And worse?

She was yours.

Because obsession, when shared, is just another kind of love.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the cabin.

Days feel like water slipping through your fingers. You forget what month it is. Sometimes Ellie forgets your name. But you always know hers.

She carved it into the headboard, right above where she made you hers. She whispers it into your skin every night like a ritual. She branded it into your bones.

Ellie.

She watches you brush your hair. Stares like she’s never seen a woman before. Like you’re some phantom that might slip through the cracks if she blinks too long.

“I think I’d kill someone for you,” she says one morning.

You don’t flinch. You smile.

“Who?”

She doesn’t answer. But that night, there’s blood under her fingernails.

You break first. It happens slowly—your grip on reality softens like wet paper.

You cry when your reflection doesn’t smile back. You scream at the storm outside like it’s mocking you. You bite down on Ellie’s arm while she’s fucking you because you need to feel something real.

She doesn’t punish you. She moans.

Ellie starts hearing things.

She locks the door even when no one’s around. She kisses you with a hand on your throat now, like she’s making sure you don’t lie. You find notes stuffed in her boots:

“She’s slipping. She’s forgetting me. I’ll make her remember.”

You don’t tell her you read them. Instead, you leave one of your own:

“If I forget you, kill me.”

The next time she fucks you, it’s on the front porch. Naked. In the cold. Rain on your bare chest. She wants the world to see—wants the sky to know you’re hers. You ride her with your hands knotted in her hair, blood dripping from your lip where she bit you. You come like you’re trying to leave your body behind. She drags you back in with her mouth.

You stop caring about survival.

You drink wine for breakfast. You forget how to spell your last name. You tell Ellie she’s inside your lungs and she kisses your ribs like that’ll keep her there.

“I want to die here,” you say one night.

She presses her forehead to yours.

“We already did.”

There’s no mirror in the bedroom anymore.

You smashed it after Ellie asked, “Do you still recognize yourself?”

You didn’t.

You don’t.

And that was the point.

The last time you go outside, it’s because Ellie begs you to. She wants to show you something—this twisted, gorgeous mural she painted in the barn. It's all you.

Your eyes. Your mouth. Your cunt, over and over, blooming like some unholy flower.

“It’s worship,” she says.

You drop to your knees and lick the paint off her fingers.

There’s no turning back.

Not now. Not when the lines between captor and captive, lover and lunatic, have blurred past meaning.

You are two sides of the same sickness now.

Two gods of one deranged altar.

Two corpses in one grave, still moving, still wanting.

You kiss her like drowning. She holds you like possession.

And when the world finally forgets you exist— You are relieved.

The cabin is quiet. Too quiet.

Ellie hasn’t spoken in two days. Not really. She hums to herself, sometimes, drawing you in her sketchbook over and over until the pages wrinkle under the pressure of her pencil.

You ask what she’s thinking.

She just looks up and says, “You’re so quiet when you sleep.”

Like that answers anything. Like that means everything.

That night, she takes you to bed like it’s the last time. She’s soft with you. Gentle, even.

Kisses your eyelids, your palms, your knees. Cradles your hips like she’s trying to memorize their weight. She doesn’t fuck you like she wants to own you—she fucks you like she’s already lost you.

You cry. She doesn’t ask why.

When you wake up, the gun is on the pillow. It’s cleaned.

Oiled. Loaded.

And next to it is her final drawing: the two of you under the covers, a red thread wrapped around your throats, knotted into a bow at the center.

Underneath, she’s written: If we can’t live like this, we don’t live at all.

You find her on the floor, knees tucked under her like a child. She’s holding a second pistol, one she probably stole months ago.

When she looks at you, she doesn’t smile. She just says, “Will you let me do it?”

You nod.

Because that’s love, too. Trusting someone to end you.

She holds you in her lap, like a lullaby. One hand buried in your hair, the other on your pulse. You breathe together.

You’re not afraid. Not anymore.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Ellie kisses your temple.

“I know.”

The first shot rings out, and the birds fly from the trees.

The second shot follows, echoing through the forest like a vow.

And then— Nothing.

When they find the bodies, you're curled together, as if sleeping.

No notes. No names. Just each other.

Forever.

𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞?: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This story is based off the song Is there someone else? by The Weeknd. If you can please listen to the song while reading:)

(Fun fact I love Abel’s music, I’ve been a XO for years so it’s only fitting for me to use his music, and with that you can expect a lot of stories based off his songs! Anyway let’s get back to the story;) )

Pairing:  Jackson!ellie x fem!reader

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

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Summary: All Ellie wanted was for you to forgive her

I know that you're hiding something from me

That's been close to your heart

And I felt it creeping up every day

Baby, right from the start

Ellie sat across you, as she watched your hands fidget. She knew there was something off about you. She knew you were hiding something from her. And if she had to guess by your recent behavior she could tell that it was serious.

You’ve been acting strange for the last few months now. You were distant. Cold. You weren’t that ray of sunshine she fell in love with.

As the days go by Ellie can’t help but feel more and more alone. She didn’t only feel alone, but she became touch starved by the distance you kept from her. You were there but you weren’t. You were hers but you weren’t. You started talking to her less, you stopped any form of physical contact with Ellie. No more hugging, no more cuddling. Nothing.

And in the beginning Ellie was concerned. She thought maybe you were sick, or hurt. But as time went on and you were pulling away from her not just physically but emotionally too- Ellie knew there was something much deeper than a sickness. For weeks she’s searched her brain to try and figure out.

What the hell was wrong with you? How could she help you? Did Ellie do something? Was your behavior her fault? What the fuck is happening to the love of her life?

I know that look you give when we're fighting (fighting)

We're fighting (fighting)

'Cause I used to be the one who was lying (lying)

Oh, lying (lying)

Ellie stared at you, your gaze cold. She looked into your eyes, and normally when she would look at you, your eyes would be filled with love and admiration for Ellie- but all she could see was anger. Hatred. Ellie became sick of your behavior and she decided to confront you. The argument started off simple, with Ellie saying something along the lines of “are you ok?  you’ve been acting weird babe. You know you can always talk to me” What was supposed to be a normal conversation escalated very quickly.

“Baby look I don’t want to argue with you- I just need you to be honest with me” Ellie begged. She looked at you with pleading eyes.

You scoffed “as if you have ever been honest with me”

As soon as those words left your lips, tension filled the room. The room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.

One night after a very rough day on patrol, Ellie and Dina went out. After a couple of drinks, the two girls ended up, hooking up in your house. It didn’t take a long time for you to find out. Ellie wasn’t really good at hiding things.  And when you found out you were crushed. And Ellie knew she messed up a good thing as soon as she saw the tears fill your eyes as she told you. Ellie was filled with guilt and regret.  You almost left Ellie that day. But you didn’t. You stayed. You stayed because you loved her. You gave her a second chance. A chance to prove herself. It was hard for you in the beginning but eventually you and Ellie went back to ‘normal’. But that normal didn’t last very long.

Oh. Now everything made sense. Ellie sat there, mouth agape, at your response. She heard you let out a huff “look Ellie- I love you. But I can’t just forget and move on’’

 Before any words could leave Ellie’s mouth you spoke again “I need space, I need someone who won’t do what you did, because if really did love me, you wouldn’t have slept with Dina”

The words rang in Ellie’s ears:

” I need someone who won’t do what you did” You wanted someone else?

“If you really did love me, you wouldn’t have slept with Dina”

Ellie sat there in silence. She watched you pick up a bag walk to the door. “I’m going out don’t wait up” And you left. You didn’t look back. As soon as the door shut Ellie let out a sob. A gut wrenching sob. She knew she made a mistake but she didn’t know that it would lead to this. Ellie loved you. You were her entire world and to hear you say really did love me you wouldn’t have slept with Dina hurts because she loved you. She loved you more than life itself.  

The words bounced around in her head over and over again “I need someone who won’t do what you did, because if really did love me, you wouldn’t have slept with Dina”

“I need someone who won’t do what you did, because if really did love me, you wouldn’t have slept with Dina”

Oh (oh), is there someone else or not?

'Cause I wanna keep you close

I don't wanna lose my spot

'Cause I need to know

If you're hurting him, or you're hurting me

If I ain't with you, I don't wanna be

Is there someone else or not?

Ooh, or not

Ellie felt her eyes gloss over as she watched you sit at the end of the bed. She felt her tears run down her face, in an attempt to not look so vulnerable Ellie brought her knees to her chest, and she put her chin on her kneecaps. You weren’t looking at her- fidgeting with your hands.

Ellie knew you were nervous; the fact you aren’t making eyes contact with her was already a sign. Ellie wasn’t sure why she was crying, all you did was walk into the room and you sat down on the bed. But Ellie had a feeling. Her gut was telling her you were going to say something she wouldn’t like. You were there to break her heart. Ellie let a small whimper and turned to look at her. You didn’t reach out to her, like you normally would. You didn’t comfort her. You just looked at her and you said “Ellie now is not the time to cry” Your face was as beautiful as always. You voice calm, while Ellie was wreck across from you.

“Is there someone else?” Ellie whispered. And as soon as those words left her mouth, Ellie could tell by your facial expression there was. There is someone else.

“No” Ellie whispered, frantic as brought her hands over her ears as she let out loud sobs, repeating the words no over and over again. There is someone else.

For how long? Was it a girl or a boy? Ellie was the other women.

Ellie needed to hear the words leave your mouth. She needed you to say yes. She needed to know if she lost her spot. Being the girl you came home to, being the girl you shared your hopes and dreams with. She wanted to be that girl forever, but she isn’t that girl anymore. There was someone else. Ellie needed to know. Ellie didn’t want to be with anyone but you. You were her everything, even the thought of her being with someone disgusts her.

As Ellie sat there rocking back and forth screaming her lungs out, she felt you gently holding her, and shushing her.

 “Sh sh sh baby its ok” you said softly. Even with the current situation Ellie immediately leaned into your hold, grabbing onto your t-shirt and sobbing into your arms. You were humming a soft tune, because you knew music always calmed Ellie down. You knew her better than she knew herself.

When Ellie eventually calmed down she pulled away from you slowly, looking at your beautiful face. Your cheeks were slightly wet, from crying as well. Ellie asked the question again:

“Is there someone else?”

And that three letter word let your mouth. Ellie wished you didn’t confirm it. But her question was answered when you let out a simple;

“Yes.”

I don't deserve someone loyal to me

Don't you think I see?

And I don't want to be a prisoner to who I used to be

I swear I changed my ways for the better, the better

'Cause I wanna be with you forever, forever

Ellie was drunk. That night that she hooked up with Dina. She was drunk. Alcohol is not an excuse for cheating, and she knew that but she was drunk. Ellie didn’t think that one drunken mistake would cost her the love of her life.

You were too good for Ellie. Too loving. The things Ellie has done in her life that was disgusting, and cruel. Ellie was heartless. Ellie thought no one could love someone as dirty as she was. But then there was you. You loved Ellie for who she was, and now because she was drunk she lost you. The only person other than Joel that mattered to her. Ellie didn’t deserve you. She didn’t deserve someone as loyal and loving like you were. And even when you gave her that second chance she knew she didn’t deserve it. She deserved you leaving her. She deserved you getting with someone else. Ellie tried changing her ways, because she wanted to be with you forever. Till she took he last breathe she wanted to be with you.

 In the months after you and Ellie broke up, she tried proving to you that she was a good person. Even when you broken up she tried. When you had announced this someone else you were seeing was your girlfriend it ruined Ellie. Because she can’t live without you. The fact that you were in a stable relationship with someone that is not her hurts. And even though you had a girlfriend Ellie would still try. She writes you notes, sends you messages through people, pleading that you would give her another chance. Ellie needed you.

 But the more Ellie looked at the situation, the more she realized that this was the consequences of her own actions.

Oh, is there someone else or not?

'Cause I wanna keep you close

I don't wanna lose my spot

'Cause I need to know

If you're hurting him, or you're hurting me

If I ain't with you, I don't wanna be

Is there someone else or not?

Ooh, or not

Ellie looked the grin on your face as you walked down the aisle, you looked beautiful in your wedding dress. Ellie dreamed of this day. The day you would walk to her, and get married. And that you would end up her surname.

But now she was a part of the crowd. She watched you walk down the aisle to your girlfriend of 2 years. Her name was Abby. An outsider that joined Jackson in the recent years. You were marrying the women you had left her for.

 As the pastor exclaimed you may now kiss the bride, both you and that girl smiled as you leaned in for that kiss. You were married. To someone else. The crowd screamed when your lips locked with hers, and Ellie couldn’t help but let her tear fall at the sight. There was no saving your relationship. It had been almost 3 years since you and Ellie broke up, and she still couldn’t move on. Ellie became a shell of the person she was after you left. Ellie was never the same. And Ellie never will be the same.

Many times Ellie fantasies that Abby was the women that cheated on you. She fantasizes that she was that someone else you left Abby for. But that was not the case.

For the rest of Ellie’s life, she grieved your relationship, while you lived your happily ever after.

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Remember to always love one another and to be kind…. Requests are always open... Thank you so much for the love and support on all my stories, I love all of you dearly!

Yours truly,

Zia:)

can you do hcs of ellie williams taking care of sick reader :)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

☆- Ellie is a very observant person. It’s actually annoying how well she can read you. She would most likely know you were sick even before you realized you were.

☆- Ellie protects. She serves. She looks after people. She cares. As soon as she finds out you are sick her natural instinct is to provide and to care for you.

☆- Even if it was a small cold Ellie freaks out, she usually acts like you’re on the brink of death:

“Ellie it’s just a cold”

“You could suffocate in your own mucus though”

“No- “

☆- She would show up at your house randomly, sometimes breaking in just make sure you were ok:

“Ellie you were here 3 hours ago”

“Ok so?”

☆- She would cook you something to eat (or attempt to because let’s be honest it doesn’t look like Ellie can cook) and force you to eat it:

“It’s burnt”

“Shut up baby, I know what’s good for you”

☆- She’d run you a bath (daily), give you massages and she would sing to you.

☆- Ellie literally treats you like a baby while you’re sick( she won’t even let you basic things by yourself)

“Ellie I can tuck myself in”               

“Shhhh I know what I’m doing”

☆- Most nights Ellie wouldn’t sleep, she’d stay awake to make sure you were getting a good night’s rest.

☆- Very affectionate (more than she normally is)

“Ellie don’t touch me I’ll get you sick”

“Ellie stop kissing me”

“Ellie go away”

(She can be suffocating at times)

(You can’t even pee alone)

☆- She would most likely cry when you mention any pain you’re feeling, because she hates seeing you in pain, or hearing that you feel anything but happiness.

☆- Is worried that maybe you didn’t have a cold, and that you had something more serious and life threatening

“The medical books say that the headaches could be a brain tumor”

“Ellie what- “

☆- When you eventually get better, Ellie still follows you around, constantly checking if the cold/flu came back.

“Why do you keep touching my forehead?”

“You could be sick”

“Ellie I was sick a week ago, I feel better”

“That’s what a sick person in denial would say”

“I- “

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! And to all the other people that are requesting I promise your stories are coming soon! Remember requests are always open feel free to leave one…. Remember you are loved, and to always be kind to everyone:)

Yours truly,

Zia <3

Hi girlie was wondering if you could do your interpretation of “latch” Sam smith and disclosure ☯️

Latch - ellie williams x reader

Hi poookieeee!!! tbh i had two ideas for this. A lovey dovey one or a angsty one, i decided to go with the angst one!! lmk if you want the other one. I hope you enjoy this:)

This story is based off the song latch by Disclosure & Sam Smith. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: Dark themes, emotional manipulation, obsession, trauma bonding, blood/violence, toxic dynamics

Summary: in which you were trapped

authors note hey:)

masterlist

“Now I got you in my space

I won’t let go of you.”

You weren’t supposed to meet her.

You were just passing through. One night, shelter from the rain, a hot meal traded for clean bullets. Then you saw her—

tattooed arm, flannel rolled to the elbows, eyes sharp like she was built of steel and sorrow.

She didn’t say much that first night. But she watched you.

And you watched her back.

People in the commune whispered about Ellie Williams. About what she’d done. Something about vengeance. Something about blood. But no one dared speak it aloud.

Except you.

You weren’t scared of her. You were intrigued. You thought you could handle it.

Oh, how wrong you were....

Somehow, it became a routine.

She'd show up at your cabin. Late. Unannounced. She never knocked.

Sometimes she came with a cut on her lip. Dirt on her hands. Sometimes she didn’t say a word—just grabbed you by the collar and kissed you like she was trying to fuse your bones together.

It was thrilling. Addictive.

You never asked where she went. You didn’t want to know. Because deep down, you liked it.

The chaos. The danger.

The way she latched onto you like you were the only thing left in the world keeping her human.

And you let her.

One night, she doesn’t come home. You wait. You pace. You ask around. Then—someone finds her.

Covered in blood. Breathing, barely. A man dead beside her with his throat slashed.

She won’t say what happened. But something in her eyes is... off. Hollow.

You nurse her back to health. She never thanks you. But she doesn’t leave, either. That night, she holds you tighter than she ever has. You wake up unable to breathe.

And that’s when the dreams start.

Blood. Wolves. Her face but twisted. Smiling.

You should've been scared. But you latched onto her.

You find a journal in Ellie’s bag. You know you shouldn’t look. But you do.

Inside: drawings. Of you. Over and over.

Sometimes smiling. Sometimes sleeping. Sometimes... injured.

One page stops your heart.

It's you, lying dead. Ellie crying beside your body.

A note scribbled beneath: “If I lose her, I lose everything.”

You shut the book. Pretend you didn’t see.

But something shifts after that.

You start to feel it—how tightly she watches you, how she tenses when you talk to others, how she clutches your wrist, not your hand.

This isn’t love.

It’s possession and you were stuck.

You try to leave one night as she slept peacefully.

She catches you before you reach the gate.

"Where are you going?" Her voice is low. Calm. Terrifying.

"Ellie... I can't breathe anymore."

She steps closer.

“You said I made you feel safe.”

"You did. But now it feels like a cage."

Something flickers behind her eyes. And she smiles.

“Then I guess I have to make the cage prettier.”

She gently took your hand, and she took you back inside. You were trapped. She could've put you into a cage and you would've preferred that.

One night, you manage it. You drug her water. You run.

You make it to the riverbank. Steal a boat. You're free.

Or so you thought...

Until someone jumps from the shadows—

a blade to your neck.

But it’s not Ellie.

It’s Dina. Bruised and alive.

“Get away from her,” Dina spoke with a voice filled with sympathy. “She’ll never let you go.”

Your mind spins. “But—she said you were gone—”

“She wanted you to think that.” Dina starts as she slowly brings the blade away from your neck.

"You need to get away"

Ellie appears behind her. Calm. Smiling.

"You were never meant to find each other," Ellie says. Both you and Dinas head snaps into the direction of her voice. You felt your body go cold. Dina's eyes widen with fear.

You can't even recall what happened next. All you remember was the sound of gunshots. It was all a blur.

Dina shoots first.

Ellie dodges.

You grab the gun and fire—

Ellie collapses.

You don’t breathe until her eyes close.

You watched Ellie- the women who has been tormenting you for the last few months bleed to death on the ground before you.

You hear Dina talking. You don't even know what she's saying, the only sound you could hear was the ringing in your ears.

Months went by and you live with Dina now. The two of you don’t talk about Ellie.

You don’t talk about how you sometimes wake up reaching for her.

You don’t talk about how, sometimes, you still hear her voice.

And you definitely don’t talk about the page in her journal you kept.

The one that wasn’t of you dead. The one where she drew herself, alone.

Underneath, it read: “If I let go, I lose her.”

If she scared you so much, why are you still latching onto her?

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Idk if you're taking requests but if so can you write a kinda angsty fanfic where the reader is insecure asf about her looks and is jealous of bestfriend!Ellie because Ellie is so pretty. And as she's gotten older the reader has learned to be less jealous (or just suppressed the feeling) but like one day her jealousy is revealed when her and Ellie are drinking together and like ellie is shocked because she's always found the reader cute. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME 😋

Drunk Words, Sober Eyes - ellie williams x reader

Hi anon!! this idea sounds so cool!! i went back and forth between giving it a happy ending or a sad one. I wanted to kill off a character honestly. But on this rare occasion, let me write something happy lmao. lmk if you want another version:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: a little angst

Summary: in which you confessed

materlist

You’d never really hated Ellie.

But sometimes, being next to her felt like standing beside a lit match—close enough to burn, too far to be warm.

She was everything you weren’t. Confident. Effortless. The kind of pretty that people noticed without her trying. When you walked into a room together, you disappeared behind her glow like a shadow behind sunlight.

She didn’t mean to make you feel small.

But she did.

“God, you’re so dramatic,” Ellie laughed, flopping back on the couch with her third drink in hand. “I did not flirt with that guy.”

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip. Your face burned. “He literally tripped over his words when he saw you. I don’t blame him.”

Ellie raised a brow, cheeks flushed. “You’re being weird tonight.”

You forced a smile, eyes on the floor. “Just tired.”

That was a lie. You weren’t tired—you were cracking.

Cracking under years of silent comparison.

Of wondering if she ever looked at you the way you looked at her.

Of trying to be fine with being the best friend.

Three drinks turned into five.

And five drinks turned into the kind of honesty that stung more than alcohol ever could.

You were lying on Ellie’s floor, legs tangled in a blanket, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. She was beside you, laughing at something stupid, lips glossy with whiskey and chapstick.

You watched her laugh and felt it again—that ache.

And this time, it didn’t stay quiet.

“You ever get tired of being... the pretty one?” you slurred, staring at the ceiling.

Ellie blinked. “What?”

You swallowed hard. The words came like a flood.

“I mean, I don’t blame anyone. You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie. Always have been. It’s just—"

You choked out a laugh, bitter and small. "It’s hard sometimes. Being the... invisible one next to you.”

The room fell dead silent.

You didn’t dare look at her.

Ellie sat up slowly.

“You think you’re invisible?” she said quietly.

You shrugged. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t ask to be… perfect.”

“Jesus, I’m not perfect—”

“But you don’t get it,” you snapped. “You’ve always been the one people see. Even when you’re quiet, they feel you. I’ve spent years trying to be okay with being the second choice. The backup. The ugly friend.”

You buried your face in your hands. “God, I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Ellie didn’t respond for a long moment.

And then—gently, almost shakily—she said, “You really think I don’t see you?”

You looked up, eyes rimmed with salt.

Ellie was staring at you like she’d never really looked before.

“I’ve had a crush on you since we were seventeen,” she said flatly.

Your heart stopped.

“What?” you breathed.

“I thought I was being subtle. I figured you weren’t into girls, or you just didn’t see me like that, so I never said anything.”

You stared at her, stunned. “Ellie…”

Her voice dropped, softer. “You’ve got this way of... pretending you’re fine even when you're screaming inside. You think no one notices, but I do. I see every flinch. Every forced smile. And I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”

Your eyes welled up again—but this time, not from jealousy.

From shock. From relief. From finally being seen.

The next morning, your head throbbed, but your heart felt light.

Ellie made you coffee. She was quiet, her usual sarcastic wall softened.

“Do you remember what you said?” she asked, gently, sliding you a mug.

“Every word,” you admitted, clutching the cup. “I’ve never felt so stupid.”

She tilted her head. “Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing to want something you thought you could never have.”

Ellie walked around the table and crouched beside you, hand on your knee.

“You already have it,” she said softly. “You just didn’t know.”

You blinked at her. And then—finally—you let yourself believe it.

It wasn’t all easy after that. You still had bad days. Still saw someone in the mirror who didn’t feel enough.

But Ellie never let you spiral alone.

She kissed your forehead when you hated your body. Held your hand when you felt like disappearing. Told you she loved your laugh, your eyes, your stupid sarcasm.

And every time she did, you started to believe her.

Little by little. Step by step.

Until the mirror didn’t feel so cruel anymore.

Until “pretty” didn’t have to mean her instead of you.

Until you stopped being jealous of Ellie…

And started being in love with her instead.

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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.

Masterlist

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.

can you write an ellie fic based off of ‘loosing sleep’ by tzuyu? thank you! <3

Losing sleep - (ellie eilliams x reader)

Hi poookieee!!! i hope you didn't wait too long for this one. I'm lowkey nervous to post this because i wasn't sure if google translate was accurate lol<3333 I hope you enjoy....

This story is based off the song Losing Sleep by TZUYU! If you can, please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: angst

Summary: in which you hated her

masterlist

"Staying in my room

This feeling is vivid on a sleepless night

Yeah, I know what I want

Sensitive sense

The face that emerged between the shimmering moonlight

Baby, oh, it's you

Then my heart is on fire, fire"

You screamed into your pillow as soon as you woke up.

You hated her. So fucking much.

Her entire existence bothered you, the way she talked, the way she breathed.

You hated Ellie Williams so much.

You yelled and yelled till you had no more air left.

When you left the house you saw her, when you were helping Maria in the garden you saw her, you saw her when you did your grocery shopping.

You could blame Jackson for being so small, everyone knows everyone here. But you still hated seeing her. You wish she never came here.

You didn't like the way she smiles, you don't like the way she says your name, you just don't like her.

You laid on the very pillow you just screamed into. Heavy breathes left your mouth as you looked out your window. You've been having vivid dreams about her.

She's haunting you and she didn't even know that.

You laid on your back looking at the ceiling and thinking about the dream that ruined your sleep.

You were walking through a forest. It felt so real.

The moon was high in the sky, casting a beautiful blue light onto your surroundings. You could smell the ground, you could feel the dew on your skin, you could hear the wind blowing. You were at peace.

You smelled her. You knew it was her.

You should've walked away, but you were drawn to her. You heard leaves crunching under your feet as you walked closer.

She was here. You could feel her.

You stopped when you saw a figure standing in the dark.

"Ellie" you whispered.

She took a step forward, the moonlight reflecting on her face. You took in her green eyes, her beautiful smile, her autumn brown hair.

She was beautiful.

"Hi" she said with a smile.

Before you could say anything, you woke up.

She's everywhere in Jackson, you see her stupid face everyday, why should she show up in your dreams too?

You hated Ellie Williams.

But if you hate her so much, why does your heart ache for her?

"Sí, I know you bad for me

But why are you doing this?

I keep wanting and wanting

This craving for you

I've been losing sleep over you

I've been losing sleep over you

I only think of you again

I can't sleep

Losing sleep over you

I've been losing sleep over you

White long chestnuts

Yeah, I need you by my side"

You stared at her when you went to the cafeteria the next day.

You've heard the rumors. Everyone knew of Ellie Williams. The amount of people who dream to have one conversion is endless.

Every time you hear her name, its either a story of her hooking up with someone or her homewrecking a relationship. She is a disgusting human being.

Why do you want her so much? Why do your cheeks heat up when she smiles at you? You crave her. You're starved for her despite her bad reputation.

No wait. You cant want her.

You hate her... right?

Right?

You're afraid to fall asleep. You're afraid that she'll show up in your dreams again. That one dream ruined everything.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw her smiling face.

You needed to escape her, you needed to get away from her, but she's following you around like a stupid fly.

When you lay in your bed at night, you could only think of her.

What she wore that day, with who she talked to.

She's everywhere you go, she consumes most of your thoughts, she haunts you in your dreams, she's making you lose sleep.

You really hated Ellie Williams.

"I can't bear it anymore

The flame spreads through the growing thirst

Call your name

Yeah, I can't stop

All night, all night, yeah, I think of you

Even if I close my eyes for a moment, I dream of you

I'ma dream of you, oh

All of your A to Z

Sweet toxic to me

No one but you

Put this feeling to rest"

You cant take it anymore.

Your body ached for her, in a way you've never experienced. You were thirsty and the only person who could quench that thirst was her.

Everyday without her became harder and harder.

She was all you thought you about, you saw her in everything. You cant stop.

You were addicted to the version of Ellie you created in your head.

You needed her and you were desperate. So desperate that you decided to ask her out.

It was a chilly day and you saw her standing next to Joel. You took a deep breath before you walked towards them, you gave Joel a polite "hello" and he gave you a nod.

You asked Ellie if you could talk privately and she said yes.

Holy shit, she said yes.

Your heart beat faster, she was willing to listen. The two of you walked a little distance away from Joel before you turned to her and immediately asked: "do you want to go on a date?"

She shrugged and said "sure"

She said yes.

You gave her a awkward handshake and you ran home screaming into your pillow.

This was really happening. It's not a dream anymore.

You walked into the tipsy bison, excited to finally talk to her. You stomach dropped when you saw Ellie and a redhead.

Ellie's hand was on her thigh and, and you felt sick.

They were right about her. You've been losing sleep over a girl like Ellie?

This put the feelings you had for Ellie to rest. You were done with her.

You turned and you walked out the bar, before you looked up at the sky.

You really fucking hated Ellie Williams.

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