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GOD DAMN YALL ARE HUNGRY FOR SWEETHEART READER AND ELLIE FANFIC- I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE LEAST BUT TURNS OUT ITS THE FIRST LMAO. (but since people are asking for love duel chapter two and knight! Ellie and queen! Reader, I will give it to yall after uploading the sweetheart!reader fanfic.)

SO PLS WAIT AND HAVE PATIENCE CAUSE IM IN A FINAL EXAMS MONTH AND GOTTA MAKE TIME FOR MY STUDYING! I ALREADY HAVE THEM DONE BUT NEEDING EDITING AND STUFF SO THATS A WIN!

Ty for helping me choose and as always requests are open for who have an idea or a thought that they would like for me to write about so don't be shy and feel welcome to do! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

GUYS HELP I KEEP GETTING MORE IDEAS FOR ELLIE FOCS ITS ACTUALLY CRAZY AND NEEDS TO BE STUDIED. IM ALREADY WRITING THE ONES I SAID I WILL DO BUT STAY WITH ME CUZ THIS RIDE IS JUST GETTING STARTED AND SEEMS LIKE WILL EXPLODE MY BRAINCELLS. (SO another poll :3)

You guys fr bec of me: 😭

I really want to write Fanfics, specifically Ellie Williams or Abby Anderson (or both at once I know how yall are) from tlou. BUT ALSO i see the shortage of Vi fics and realise that no one actually writes for my girl, so send away.

I’ll accept anything:

- Headcanons

- Fluff

- Ramble ideas

- Smut

SEND ANYTHING, I wanna start brainstorming full fic story ideas but I need to start somewhere yall…

masterlist !

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vi (arcane) ↴

Where did you go? (Why did you take my simple heart?) vi x fem! reader, nostalgia on a past relationship.

more coming soon...

abby anderson (tlou2) ↴

Knight in shinning armour ! Knight! Abby x Royal Fem! reader, headcanons.

more coming soon...

ellie williams (tlou2) ↴

coming soon...

@ emonopolyman 2023

The way everyone makes rockstar! Ellie out to be this hard core chick when my idea of rockstar! Ellie is just pheobe bridgers but gayer (if thats possible)

Like her songs are so sad and slow, but she also writes complete bs into them sometimes.

I can imagine her writing songs like graceland about reader, and reader being rockstar! Ellie’s childhood best friend.

For the rockstar! ellie x rockstar! reader girlies I can imagine the two having this weird dynamic connected to the childhood best friend to lover trope. Like the two of them loved one another but never admitted it until it was too late and now (years later) alot of their songs intertwine as they use the same metaphors for one another. (This is so self indulgent because ive been listening to Pheobe Bridgers on loop but when I say the two have extended metaphors for one another in their songs I kinda mean how in both ‘moon song’ , ‘i know the end’ and ‘killer’ they all interlink with Ellie being the killer motif and reader being this ‘dog who always comes back with a bird in her teeth’)

Further self indulgence but I can imagine their reunion one day (like a family event or something) where reader breaks the ice being saying “so you wrote a song about me?” and ellie simply says “i wrote the entire album about you.”

Anyways- soft rockstar! Ellie has my heart and soul. She’s a sweetheart who is too scared to admit her love.

Something that has always plagued my mind with girlfriend! Ellie is how she would dedicate her instagram to you. I can imagine her posting your photos with cringey captions like “My muse.” and photo dumping horrible fisheye photos of your forehead for her followers to see.

I think she is also incredibly kind about her photos (especially in modern day non-tlou au) where she has a digital camera she stole from joel that she take’s everywhere- most of it being taken up of stills of her favorite person (you.)

Def takes photos of you doing the most mundane stuff and for some reason she just makes it so beautiful it has you in awe (??) Like she will take a picture of you doing the dishes and suddenly your some vogue model in a dreamy life.

These are the kinda digitals Ellie takes, and it’s caused her to gain a cult following online which she actually always forgets about (like “oh yeah that one got 14k like… i didnt realize… oh” so nonchalantly) :

my fav genre of fics are the one’s with a pic of Ellie from an intense, sad scene and the title is like “Ellie giving you head oneshot” LIKES THAT PHOTO HAS NO CORRELATION WHAY IS GOING ON??

Some more inspo since I wrote this at 1 am and have been working on an inspo board since 🫶🫶

im so inlove with muse! reader x photographer! Ellie 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Something that has always plagued my mind with girlfriend! Ellie is how she would dedicate her instagram to you. I can imagine her posting your photos with cringey captions like “My muse.” and photo dumping horrible fisheye photos of your forehead for her followers to see.

I think she is also incredibly kind about her photos (especially in modern day non-tlou au) where she has a digital camera she stole from joel that she take’s everywhere- most of it being taken up of stills of her favorite person (you.)

Def takes photos of you doing the most mundane stuff and for some reason she just makes it so beautiful it has you in awe (??) Like she will take a picture of you doing the dishes and suddenly your some vogue model in a dreamy life.

These are the kinda digitals Ellie takes, and it’s caused her to gain a cult following online which she actually always forgets about (like “oh yeah that one got 14k like… i didnt realize… oh” so nonchalantly) :

i HATE HATE HATE dealer !ellie SHE WOULD NEVERRR. she likes country music, comic books, and DINOSAURS. and shes 5’5 she has no affiliation 💀 shes a LOSER

it’s okay to use the og source material i PROMISE 🙏🏿😭

GOOD LOOKIN’ GIRL

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

INCLUDES: loser!ellie, black!reader, masc!reader, fluff, ellie has NO game

You’d been working under your uncle, Seth. Ever since the pair of you arrived in Jackson. The late hour shifts of you two fooling around making new recipes. He had a knack for sandwiches. It was mind blowing how he’d be able to make a turkey sandwich different from the next ten times.

He wasn’t truly your uncle. He’d found you on your lonesome years ago. You were malnourished, one hand broken and damaged, the other clutching on an empty pistol like your life depended on it. Your nose bloodied, all you had to your name was bright yellow rain boots and a jacket large enough to be considered a dress on you, and your thick curls in a frizzy uncared for bun. It was astonishing you managed to last that long.

Deciding to take you along with him in pursuit of finding a place of his own. You were a tough case.

You never talked, face always holding a blank stare. You’d seen things, Seth knew, and he didn’t pry. Your eyes carried a haunted shine, something you could never shake. Being alone most of your life is just what you’d gotten used to. Your parents had decided to flee from the Louisiana Quarantine Zone. They’d been shot in the process. Your father killed on impact and your mother lasted long enough to get to the next town over. You were only ten.

You wondered in solitude with your fathers pistol. Slowly making your way into Arkansas. Being forced to use your fathers pistol for your own safety. Gunning down two runners and a man that’d been charging at you. Five bullets.

It’d been about a week. You ducking behind buildings, scavenging for anything edible. Having to narrowly escape hungers or hordes, surviving off pure perseverance and fumes clearly didn’t prove helpful for a 10 year old. You collapsed, face up at the scorching sun, you didn’t cry, just stared. Staring at nothing in particular you stomach felt as if it were twisting itself inside out. A soft groan leaving you lips as you slowly faded into unconsciousness.

Eyes opening one last time to see a figure with a beer gut standing over top of you.

So here you were. Wrapping your hundredth sandwich of the day. Handing them off to people preparing for patrol. That’s how you met Jesse.

Over a while, you began to break from your shell. You kept a small circle, a few people who volunteered to work in Jackson’s theater, putting on plays and performances when the movies available got stale. And Jesse. He mocked you for your accent, you mocked him for his, you’d sneak him extra food, have arm wrestled over the freshly polished wooden counters, and banter. You couldn’t ask for a better friend that understood you.

Your uncle seemed to think the opposite.

“You and that Jesse seems to be getting along swell.” He muttered quietly. Peeling potatoes hurriedly.

The Tipsy Bison was quiet. The wooden floorboards creaking intermittently whenever someone took a step. It was just the two of you. Prepping for open, you’d rather be doing anything else.

“He fine.” You shrugged dismissively. Washing the used cutlery and beer glasses.

“Look out for that boy. You know their type only want one thing.” He huffed. Wiping his nose against the sleeve of his shirt, continuing to peel the dirty skin.

You bit your cheek. Keeping quiet as a soft exhale left your lips. Blinking slowly, divulging into thought. Jesse was an alright guy, they got along, had fun hanging out. But you never considered him in such a way. It made you snarl and cringe at the thought, gross.

The door to the establishment opened slowly. Your head quickly wiping to the entrance. Ready to cuss out the same alcoholics that kept entering every ten minutes to question if you were open. But it was someone completely different.

Taking notice of the shorter girl who’d found her way inside. Short auburn hair being put into a lazy low bun, clothes randomly mismatched, and impressively dirty converse, soft freckles peppered her face. Her eyes quickly flickering from your face to look down at the polished table.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion. Waiting for her to state her business.

“Can I help you?” You questioned snappily. Cocking your head to the side, coming off more unpleasant than intended.

Her head swiftly came up. Seeming to come up from whatever daze she’d been in. Gulping and nervously clearing her throat.

“Two sandwiches, please?” She asked quietly, sounding more of a question than a order. Her voice cracked and brittle, a clear anxiousness on her face. A shake in her tone. Looking down at her hands as she played with them.

“We’re clo—”

“Nah it's good. Maria gave special orders for them.” Seth interrupted from the kitchen.

“Ellie.” A pale hand met your field of vision. Apparently so, you were left with her.

You returned the shake. Exchanging names with her. Returning back to your duties, a look of disinterest on your face. Scrubbing away at the cutlery.

Clearly, the situation was somewhat awkward. Ellie nervously shifted on her heels as your eyes bored through her soul. You weren’t one to catch onto social cues.

“So you’re friends with Jesse?” She piped up. Returning your gaze, anxious to look a way.

“We hang out time to time.” You responded dismissively. Unsure as to why she cared, specks of water from your scrubbing splashing onto your cheeks and the table

“Yeah. I see the two if you together all the time.”

“You’ve been watching me?”

You questioned. A stern look on your face as your jaw clenched. Head tilted as you watched her body language. Watching how her eyes nervously darted around the room to avoid yours. Taking a long exhale.

“I’ve just seen you around, I dunno, you seem cool.” She shrugged, a light tinge of pink on her cheeks

“I am?”

Time felt impossibly slow. Seth was able to make a sandwich in less than three minutes. It felt torturous as to how long it was taking him.

“Some friends and I were planning on sneaking out..” Ellie whispered, wide eyes peering up at you with hope.

“Jesse’ll be there…”

You choose to stay quiet. Not used to being around much people. You weren’t the social setting type. But that and spending your off week peeling potatoes and washing dishes. The choice was clear.

Uneven footsteps could be heard from behind you. Seth lugging two sandwiches in his hands. A thin lipped smile as he handed them off the the auburn haired girl.

“Two steak sandwiches.”

“Thanks, Joel will love ‘em.”

Silence fell between the two of you. Ellie biting her bottom lip, Seth standing wide with both hands on his hips, and you, straight faced and stiff.

Seth looked between the pair of you. Analyzing the both of you, Ellie’s poker face subpar at best.

“Right. Well, best get back to work.” He smiled at Ellie, softly patting your shoulder and turning away.

Ellie watched intently as Seth hobbled away. Turning her attention back to you as he turned the corner. A shy smile on her face as she looked up at you expectantly.

“Think about it. Alright? You could bring your boyfriend or whatever, and it’ll be fun.”She nervously stammered, voice slowly trailing off. Waiting for you to acknowledge her not so subtle inquiry.

“Boyfriend?” You questioned, tilting your head cluelessly. Your tone dull.

It was hard for anyone to truly have a conversation with you. A difficult girl to crack. The tension between you was palpable. You on the other hand, none the wiser.

“I’ll come.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. A dorky grin etching across her face. A soft uncontrollable giggle leaving her lips

“Alone.” You clarified. Arms crossed against your chest defensively, for what? You weren’t sure.

She smiled like a child. Feeling giddy enough to race around the bar. Settling on controlling herself.

“Okay, i’ll see you around— tonight! I’ll see you tonight and around.” She placed an emphasis on the ‘and’. A blush creeping across her face as she slowly crept towards the door.

“Bye..”

“Bye, Ellie.”

She pushed open the door. Scurrying out of sight. You watched from the windows as she walked to the stables. A small pep in her step.

You felt.. odd. Blinking irregularly, you’d never interacted with a person like this. It felt nice, enjoyable even.

Hearing familiars rough footsteps heard from behind you. A calloused hand landed on your shoulder. Seth’s eyes following yours.

“I know a cat fight when I see it.” His voice rasped. Eyes narrowed as he watched Ellie practically skip away.

“Don’t fight over that, Jesse. There’s better guys here, you’ll find the one.” He gently patted your shoulder, walking off.

You shook your head in amusement, Gripped the dish rag tightly. Brows knit together. Something that could be considered a smile etching across your lips.

You looked forward to tonight.

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