#teacher!ellie

[savannahsdeath]

TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X STUDENT!READER

PART 1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

summary: you stay with your teacher - ellie because youre sure she didnt grade your exam correctly. she turns out to be easy to spend time with, even though youre her student

warnings: 18+ please!!

writers note: calling ellie 'miss williams' kinda cringes me but ig thats how it is.. before yall attack me or smthn reader is not a minor so its all legal also i imagine this is like the last grade of highschool?? i dont know what age it is in usa since im polish and yeah it would be legal for us but maybe not in america so idk😭😭

Ellie Williams was a teacher in your college, most students' favourite. She wasn't boring or too strict although she was serious about her lessons and she always made sure everyone listens. The point is, everyone wanted to listen.

You loved how passionate she is about her job. You could tell sharing her knowledge with next generations makes her proud. The rest of the students mostly liked her for her looks. She was attractive, even for you, especially when she was looking at you from under her glasses. Oh, god, her glasses... And the way she adjusts them with her slim fingers... Yes, she was definitely attractive. And pretty young, as for a teacher. But the way all of those stupid frat boys made clearly sexual comments about her was making you want to throw up.

You never missed her lessons and you were her best student. You could tell she appreciates the way you look honestly interested in her lessons. That's why you were surprised when you suddenly got a D from an assignment.

You stayed after class to talk with her about it. Something was off. You stayed the whole night to do it, with blood, sweat and tears.

You found her in her office, reading some papers. After saying simple 'good afternoon' you sat in a chair in front of her desk. She dropped the papers that turned out to be your assignment.

"I was just about to talk to you." She sternly said, not looking in your direction. "Why are you helping him?"

You had no idea what she's talking about, so you stayed quiet, letting her talk.

"You've always been so responsible - straight A's, making the presentations in time. Did he pay you? Be honest, I won't report it anywhere. Luke wouldn't do that himself."

You frowned. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. What does Luke has to do with this?"

Luke was your talking stage. You weren't interested in him but he was in you and that's it. Your opinion didn't matter. He was popular and you wanted to have good reputation so you allowed him to do... whatever.

Miss Williams showed you two papers. One was yours, the other... based on the handwriting - Luke's.

"Look at the signatures." She ordered. "How did it happen? No bullshit."

They were swapped. Luke's work, graded for a D, had your name on it.

"That's an interesting word to use for a teacher. Umm... Yeah, I don't..." You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. You often helped him out but not this time.

"Just admit you helped him and I'll give you your A. Easy as that." She finally looked up at you. Her glasses reflected the light in a way that made it hard to look her in the eyes, so you wasn't able to tell what she's thinking. Was she judging you or are you just paranoid?

"I told him to give you my assignment since he was staying in your class longer, I swear, I didn't-" You sighed. "He had to... How could he..." You continued mumbling.

"Sh, shh... I can tell it's your handwriting. I just thought you did it on purpose." She said in a reassuring voice.

"Will he have any problems? It's not a big deal, so if we could just..." You looked at her with your doe eyes, nervously biting your bottom lip. The way she was looking at you made you understand why were the other students all over her. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your mind, embarrased you even thought about her in a... romantic... way.

"Okay, my dear. Here's your well earned A." She showed you a new copy of the assignment with an A grade written at the top. You also notice her fingers slightly grazing your hand as she does so. the same fingers you used to imagine touching you in such an intimate way "Now, if it's not a big secret, why are you even worried about Luke? For him, a better grade is more important than you. But if you really like him, I may group you both together in the next presentation."

"No, I don't, it's not that..." You quickly explained. "It's just... I don't even know. He's just everywhere I go."

You could tell something was off when Miss Williams mentioned Luke. She never did speak poorly about any of your classmates, not even once - it's simply unprofessional. But, this time, she seemed irritated, perhaps even annoyed.

"I'm glad to hear that, he's no good for you. He obviously wants more than an assignment swap." She put all of the papers back into her file. Suddenly, she leaned in towards you. Not too close, but way closer than she was before. "You look nervous."

"I am." You admitted quietly. Your heart starts beating fast. She's never been this close before. You both met after classes before and she was friendly, sure, but never this... interested. She made it to the point you didn't saw her as a professor anymore, just a woman, maybe even potential... girlfriend.

"I can help you with that stress if you'd like." She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn't resist her. She leans in closer, until your faces are so close together that your breaths become one and if it wasn't for the desk, your bodies would be pressed together. The moment she touches your cheek, you can't resist anymore and kiss her back. She takes your hands and presses them against the back of her head, pulling you closer as she deepen the kiss.

You never felt this way before. This doesn't feel wrong, it's... exciting. She's exciting.

You hear a faint sound from outside. Someone trying to open the door.

Miss Williams quickly straightens up: she straightens her clothes, fixes her hair, and picks up her papers. Then, with a deep breath, she answers the knock.

"Hello... Can I help you?" She opens the door.

It's Luke, standing there with a wide smile on his face.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" Your eyes flicked from Luke to the teacher and back again, not understanding what's happening.

"I just realized I forgot my bag at class today, so I dropped by to pick it up. But I see you have company." He looks at you and gives you a subtle wink.

"Oh, don't worry. I was just giving her assignment back an A. The A she deserves." She says with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, exactly, Luke. I know you swapped our assignments." Your eyes lingered at him for longer this time, as you saw he knows something so you tried changing the topic to more formal one.

"I... uhh... no, I didn't do that." He replies nervously, his tone and body language giving him away.

Miss Williams looks at you with an expression that conveys "I can't believe this is happening."

You continue; "Look, Miss Williams found our assignments mixed up. Mine... with your D grade on it... and yours, with my A on it."

Luke shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's been found out. "Oh... well... I guess I'll just be on my way then." He says awkwardly.

"Just take your bag and go before I change my mind and not be so nice." Your teacher said, making eye contact with you instead of him.

Luke quickly grabs his bag and scurries away.

Miss Williams sighs and closes the door. "What a little... trouble maker." She says with a smile. She walks towards you and stands in front of you, facing you directly. "I hope he didn't bother you too much." She says softly, her tone carrying a slight flirty vibe.

You smile and shake your head, even though the truth is he did.

"You should go now, I don't want your parents worrying. Visit me here from time to time though, 'kay?" She smirks, stroking your hair.

"Yes, ma'am." You reply, trying to be playful but failing in your nervousness. "I will... umm... see you at class tomorrow."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She replies, a grin on her face as she stares deep into your eyes.

As you leave, you try to remain composed, but you're melting inside.

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[bluerosefox]

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle fenton #dan fenton #dan phantom #Danny is Dan and Ellie's dad in this one #ghost king danny #prince Dan #princess dani #One is Wisp and the other is Wrath #one is with heroes while the other is with villains #and they fight each other when given the chance #everyone thinks they HATE each other #but theyre just being Realm Siblings #meaning they go rough in their playing #who is who is up to you and whose on what side #Danny's been King for a while btw #he also knows which side his kids are on #he doesnt care as long as they dont cause world ending stuff #to much paperwork for the Realms #Danny summoned the two factions for a parent teacher conference tbh #he wants to know how his kids are fairing in their world

[etoilesvv]

TEACHER!ABBY TEACHER!ABBY TEACHER!ABBY

teacher!abby (actually professor) who laid eyes on you on the first day of classes, and knew she was already hooked. the way your pretty eyes scanned your laptop screen, the way your fingers tapped the keys, the way your hips swayed as you left the auditorium. oh, she had to have you.

teacher!abby who was secretly overjoyed when you approached her one day, asking for help. you were even more beautiful up close, and so, so tempting. she barely listened to your concerns about the upcoming assignments, firstly because you had nothing to worry about — you were already getting 100s — and secondly because she couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming over you.

teacher!abby who then inched her way closer to you, starting with greeting you in passing to inviting you to her office during her hours. of course you dropped by, such a good listener. and of course she kept it professional. she’d never pursue her attraction to you, right? you were her student. her pretty student.

teacher!abby who didn’t notice that you’d been looking at her that way, too. how could you not, walking into lecture on the first day and seeing that hunk of a woman? tall and muscular, with that pretty, flowing braid and such a commanding presence. you knew your little crush was forbidden, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play dumb and ask for help with every single assignment.

teacher!abby who looked forward to your daily drop-ins everyday after that, chatting about studies and classes. sometimes you’d even go a little deeper, talk about something slightly personal. she liked learning more about you; something about you was just pulling her in. and abby could’ve sworn she saw you staring when you thought she wasn’t looking.

teacher!abby who couldn’t control herself any longer. it was the end of the semester, and the more time she had spent with you, the more she wanted you — no — needed you. she decided on her plan and invited you to her office after class, having you worry you flunked an assignment or something.

“come on in.” she said with her usual stern face, though giving you a small smile as she always did. she held the door open, and then closed the two of you in her office. the blinds were closed, too. odd.

“you wanted to discuss something?” you asked, walking to stand in front of her desk, not sitting. she stood as well, leaning against the side of the desk.

“yes.” she answered shortly, looking down to the floor with a pensive expression. you tilted your head to the side with curiosity.

“is it about my average? because, i know it’s fallen a couple of points. it’s not like me, i’ve just been a little distracted—”

“i’ve fallen for you.” abby stated, bringing her eyes up to you. your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

“what?” you squeaked with a sharp breath. she pushed herself off her desk. she took a step forward, and you took a step back.

“you’re smart, kind…and gorgeous.” she began, locking her office door with a click! before starting slow steps towards you.

“abby— professor…” you protested with uncertainty. you didn’t know where she was going with this. either way, you knew it shouldn’t be happening, but did that ever stop anyone?

“i want you.” she confessed as she backed you into the wall. she planted her hands next to your head and loomed over you. “tell me you feel the same way. tell me you want this, too.”

abby whispered, eyes searching yours for an answer.

“i…i want you, too.”

teacher!abby who now had you bent over her desk with your panties at your ankles. your chest was pressed flush against the wood, your little skirt bunched up at your lower back, exposing your ass. her thick fingers curled inside your cunt, earning a moan from deep within your throat.

“you like that, huh? fuckin’ dirty girl.” she muttered in your ear from behind, leaning down over you. your back arched as her free hand reached to circle your throat. abby thrusted her digits inside of you, whimpers and erotic squelches filling her office. her long, large fingers reached spots you didn’t even know existed, making your legs tremble from pure ecstasy.

and abby was sure she was in a dream, knuckles deep in your wet pussy.

teacher!abby who then got on her knees and parted your legs as you sat on the edge of her desk. she lapped at your heat with her flat tongue, making your thighs tighten around her head. you grabbed a fistful of her now messy braid, and she moaned into your cunt.

she looked up at you through her brows, watching you toil with her every movement. you looked beautiful, above her with your eyes scrunched closed, crying out in pleasure.

teacher!abby who finally sunk into your warm walls with her silicone shaft. your legs wrapped around her waist, her dress pants sitting just below her strap. did she wear that thing everyday? jesus. her hands gripped your waist, nails digging into the soft skin and leaving little crescent moons. you held onto her neck, the desk shaking with every slam of her hips.

when her palm pressed on your stomach and her thumb circled your clit, you swore you saw stars. your toes curled, and your eyes rolled back in orgasm. you screamed out, and abby didn’t care if anyone heard you two. she didn’t care if anyone knew. all she cared about was you.

#fanfic #smut #tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #lesbian smut #abby anderson x reader #teacher!abby #professor!abby #student!reader #abby anderson x you #ellie williams x you #vi arcane #vi arcane x reader

[satoshy12]

Teacher Cass

Cass looked at the young men who were in her office. He gave her a smile and told her he wanted her as a teacher for his daughter. She knew she worked as a private teacher, and like most others who he took for her, she somehow got them to quit after a day or a week at best. Payment doesn't matter. He can pay it.  That was how Cass became the teacher of Ellie.  And she liked that cute young girl and quickly noticed why she did it. If she didn't behave, Danny would stay longer with her. And after a long talk with Ellie and a few weeks, it worked out.  Danny was super happy about it! Finally, Ellie could have more friends, and maybe her other teacher can teach her now too!!

Ellie now has a new plan! She liked Cass, and she liked Danny; both should marry. 

Winning over the new grandpa was easy. He loved being called Grandpa Bruce!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dcau #dc #dc comics #dc x dp #dp #dp x dc #dp + dc #batman #cassandra cain #Cass x Danny #Dani Fenton #Ellie Fenton #danielle phantom #dani phantom #danielle fenton #Cass Cain #dead silent #Private Teacher Cass #Younger Ellie #Dad Danny #de aged ellie

[ghostbsuter]

Damian was 10 when he was shipped off to his father.

He was 10 when he finally decided enough was enough, packed his stuff, called Mara, and the ball went rolling.

The moment Talia left the mansion, the DNA test confirmed, and Bruce emotionally compromised, did he finally move.

He'd stared his father down, felt nothing when he stood up and mild annoyance bloomed when his father asked– demanded– where he was going.

"You're a fool if you believe I will stay here." He spat, eyening the man in disdain.

It became very apparent that Damian wasn't what Bruce thought he'd be, what Talia thought he was.

"Your mother entrusted me with your safety–"

"I don't need protection. Mother wouldn't care if I stayed or not." He blinks. "Where is the cave? I wish to use the computer, I have people to contact."

Reluctantly, Bruce shows him the way, questions of who and why, and the plans he apparently had were asked.

Damian answers with vague wordings and enough open spaces for interpretation. Words greatest detective, he can figure it out himself without damian spelling it out for him.

When they do arrive in the batcave, Tim Drake— Robin— was sitting at the computer.

Huffing, Damian shoved the entire chair away from the table, taking its place and started typing.

"W— hey! What—? Who?" Tim looked between Bruce and Damian, despite being sleep deprived his eyes caught on the similarities, mouth dry and mind calculating.

"Does Dick know?" Is all he asks, leaning back and watching the younger boy work.

"Not yet."

A heavy sigh.

"Silence," the boy huffs, annoyed. "I'll have to make a call."

Glaring daggers, he pulls out a old burner phone, pressing the single number saved inside and waits.

"Damian."

"Hello, brother."

('Oh. Did he have another?' Tim wonders, watching Batman's face, blank like a paper sheet. Nothing. It feels like all his efforts of bringing the man back were just flushed.)

—

Or in simpler words:

Danyal al Ghul, the first successor of the demons head, born with his twin Athanasia al Ghul, to be the future of the league.

They were reborn with their former memories, stuck in place, constantly watched and trained. Manipulated. Weaponized.

All for a man playing immortal.

They'd only started planning when two more children came into the picture, Damian and Mara Al Ghul.

Danyal now Daniel "Danny" and Athanasia now Eleanor "Ellie" Nightingale took matters into their own hands and separated to take the kids in and end this.

End the league. End the cycle of whatever this, this cult is, and take over.

In many universes, Ra's al Ghul does not die, always returns, wielding his people like mere weapons.

In this universe, Danyal al Ghul is acknowledged as a traitor, killer of the Demons head and Older Brother, borderline father even, to his tiny brother Damian al Ghul.

In this universe, he raises Damian instead of Talia, shows him the cracks of this careful manipulated picture and listens when Ellie tells of her travels to this tiny child with a sad sad fate.

In this universe, Ellie takes in their tiny cousin, shielding her from the cruel eyes of a man not worthy. She trains her, shows her the ropes and takes her along when she leaves.

In this universe, Damian al Ghul and Mara al Ghul live a good live, protected by the twins of old souls and have a somewhat normal if not very complicated childhood.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #Danny is Damians older brother/father #Danny aka Danyal al Ghul #Ellie aka Athanasia al Ghul #Dani is Maras mentor/parental figurine #Danny and Dani got reincarnated as twins in the league #the reason Damian and Mara suffered so much under Ras was because he alr had a granddaughter and son #why a pair more if they cant even surpass the first ones? he blatantly ignores the huge age gap #danny killed ras #Bad parent Tali #bad parent bruce #bruce wayne tries #damian just doesnt care bcs he alr got a father figure #why one more? #to dami talia is more a of a teacher #and what does he do with teachers he doesnt like? get rid of them #sorry talia love #anyway clockwork is having a field day with his fav drama show #for funnsies #adding Dan as Jasons mentor for the rage issues #Mara al ghul my beloved #Damian is NOT interested in the Robin title!!!! #he is much more serious about the phantom family name

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 195

“Oh. It’s you.” 

The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike. 

“You know you could, fucking call, right?” they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.

Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-

“But phones didn’t exist last we spoke, ya ‘amar.” 

#Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Danny got sent to the past by Clockwork for a vacation/training the first time he met Ras #They became rivals of sorts and just kept meeting up #Did they maybe fall in love as well? No one knows but them #On the other hand Ras did get his main Lazarus Pit as a wedding gift #and both Ellie & Dan were half raised like weird siblings/cousins to Ras’ kids #do with that as you will #Fellas is it gay to call your eternal rival your moon? #Ras for once wasn’t doing anything evil- though he’s a horrible person #A good dad yeah but a good person? Eh Danny has gotten used to it and finds him hilarious #They have matching death humor to their past teachers’ dismay and horror #They’ve gotten divorced seven separate times and gotten married three #Depends on the century #half of the time it was either done drunk or for tax benefits

[hundredandsix]

ok but ellie x milf!reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’d be feral

Strings ✩ [ ellie williams ] ✩

Oh, anon. I love the way you think.

just a girl (part two)

guitar teacher!ellie x milf!reader

✩ wc: 1.3k

✩ summary: Ellie's day gets a bit more exciting when she meets her favorite student's mom.

✩ cw: ellie having absolutely no game

"That's perfect, buddy!" Ellie exclaimed.

Jackson abandoned the guitar he was holding to throw his arms up in victory. Ellie managed to grab the instrument before it went crashing to the floor, but her heart raced at the prospect of it breaking.

A quick glance at the clock told her she had a few minutes left of the lesson, so she strapped his guitar back in its travel case. When she had the bag zipped up, she pulled her rolling chair in front of his seat to could give him a few parting words.

"You did great today, little guy! I'm going to give you some homew—"

Jackson's hands shot out in front of her face, tiny fingers wiggling erratically.

"Ellieeeee, my fingers hurt!"

With a sigh, she pushed his hands back into his lap.

"That's okay! It's supposed to at first. But if you keep practicing, you'll build up callouses on your fingers and it won't hurt anymore."

Ellie regretted her words when she saw his nose wrinkle. He curled in on himself, horrified by her statement.

"Callouses! What are those?"

She suppressed her laughter at his reaction, leaving a gentle pat on his shoulder to calm him. He was pouting, eyes on his feet as he swung them back and forth under the chair. His legs weren't long enough to reach the floor.

"It's just extra skin. I have lots of them! Here let me show you," she said, pointing to his right ring finger. "You've already got one from holding your pencil at school."

Nose still wrinkled, Jackson held his right hand in front of his face. He peered over his hand to hers, trying to get a look at her callouses.

A gentle knock at the studio door pulled Ellie from her thoughts. It opened with a click.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Jackson did great today. He learned all about—" Ellie stopped in her tracks because that was not Jackson's elderly grandmother standing at the door.

Jackson shot up from his seat, a ball full of energy. He ran right at you, sending you sprawling backward into the open door. You cringed at the loud bang of the knob against the wall.

"Mommy!"

"Jackie! Calm down!" you scolded, trying to gain control over the wild child's movements.

Ellie was frozen in what could be called shock. She was positively, wholeheartedly, absolutely starstruck, and she almost wished it was Jackson's grandmother because she didn't think she'd be able to form any words for this gorgeous, otherworldly woman.

She scanned your hands and barely hid her smile when she saw. No wedding ring.

"Sorry about that. I'm Jackson's mom. Usually, my mom is the one who picks him up, but I reworked my schedule. It should be me who gets him from now on."

Despite the 7-year-old's size, you threw him up in your arms like he was nothing. He clung to you like a spider monkey, legs wrapped around your waist.

She'd do the same thing if you gave her a chance. God, she'd do anything to get-

You were speaking to her. And she was staring at you, lips slightly parted, like a complete idiot.

"W-well, it's great to meet you Ms...Y/L/N? I'm Ellie."

She bit her lip, silently praying that you went by your mothers' last name. Please. Please. Please.

"Oh, I know who you are," you winked, and Ellie's soul just about left her body, descending into whatever special layer of hell was destined for lesbians who got the hots for their favorite student's mother. "Jackie tells me all about you. And please, call me Y/N. Mrs. Y/L/N is my mother."

She swallowed heavily. You went by your maiden name. The longer she looked at you, the more she noticed and her pounding heart was short-circuiting. God, your hands, your hips.

She pushed a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Did she look alright? Ellie didn't exactly have to worry about how she looked all day when teaching guitar to children. She wished she wore the green flannel instead of the red. An ex once told her it made her eyes look brighter.

She realized she was taking too long to respond again when you cleared your throat.

"Are you alright, Ellie?" you asked, an innocent smile on your face.

She was sure you were doing it on purpose. You had to be.

"Mommy, look! Ellie says I have a callous," Jackson exclaimed, pulling his face out of your neck to show you his little finger.

"Wow! Let me see!"

His adorable voice ripped Ellie out of her thoughts again. She pinched her forearm with her left hand, desperate for something to ground her.

"Here, let me get you his stuff," she mumbled, happy for something to do as she shoved the rest of Jackson's things into his travel bag.

Your fingers brush over her entire freckled hand when she handed you the case. Ellie couldn't help it. She visibly shivered against your touch, wondering where else you would touch her if she asked. She just needed one chance.

She allowed herself a second to look at your hands, which most definitely just touched her on purpose. Even Ellie wasn't delusional enough to believe that was an accident. She couldn't stop her thoughts from going to a darker, more intimate place.

"Should I give you my number?" you said, trying to wrangle your son and his bag at the same time.

She tried so hard to stop it, but nothing could prevent the rosy blush that spread across her cheeks. She felt it go all the way to her ears and down her neck. Yes, yes, yes. Give her your number. Give her everything. She could take it. She could take anything you give to her. Anything you wanted.

You smiled wide, teeth shown in a grin that almost doubled as a laugh. Your hand reached out to squeeze her shoulder, nails gently scratching against the flannel.

"Just in case something happens. With Jackie," you clarified.

Ellie had to physically shake her head to pull herself out of her thoughts. It was so wrong to think of you that way. Of course that was not what you meant.

"Right," she said, taking your phone from your waiting hand.

Hands shaking, she managed to put her number in your phone. There was no way you missed the way she was shaking when she handed you the phone back.

"Great! Now tell Miss Ellie thank you!" you said, turning toward your restless son.

Ellie kept forgetting Jackson was there. There was never a quiet moment with him, but he was silent now, eyes scanning between you and her.

"Bye! Thank you!" he said, hopping down from your arms and grabbing your arm.

"Bye, Jackson! Don't forget to practice the notes we learned, okay?" she said, feeling bad for neglecting her favorite student for a moment.

"Thanks, Ellie," you said, sending her another wink.

You let your son pull you out of the room, and as soon as you were out of sight, Ellie let herself fall against the door. She was ready to shut it and lock herself away for the rest of the afternoon, but she stopped breathing when she heard a voice from down the hallway.

"Mommy, do you think Miss Ellie is pretty?"

Her heart skipped another beat or two as she awaited your response.

"Well...um—She's a great teacher, isn't she?" you said, voice strained as you tried to come up with a response.

He was giggling now and she could see the look on his face. She had never met a happier, more expressive child.

"I think Miss Ellie thinks you’re pretty. Just like Hannah in my class! She always says..."

The rest of his sentence faded as you walked out of her earshot. Ellie cursed under her breath and added being exposed by a literal seven-year-old to her list of things that would torment her while she was trying to fall asleep.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n - I kind of feel like this is going to flop, so let me know if you want a part two!

#ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie x y/n #sub!ellie #bottom!ellie #guitar teacher!ellie #answered asks #hundredandsix

[hypewinter]

Conner is the only stable clone of Superman. Therefore the scientists over at Cadmus decide to clone him in the hopes that they'll have most success in their cloning.

They are indeed successful.... kinda. You see while they can produce more stable clones more often, seeing as these are clones of a clone, they're not that strong. They're all basically just slightly stronger than the average human. Except one clone who shows a lot of promise. Too bad he runs away before they can start training him. (They never expected the clone to prematurely wake up in the tank and escape).

That clone ends up becoming, you guessed it, Daniel Fenton. He doesn't know he's a clone and promptly forgets about his 5 minutes trapped in a strange facility as he adopts his new identity. Life goes on, he becomes a ghost, battles other ghosts and gets cloned by the local fruitloop. Enter Ellie. She is now the clone of a clone of clone. Cloneception if you will.

The reason she's constantly destabilizing is because she's so far removed from the original that her cells are physically degraded. Think of it like cells that have been divided for way too long and have become cancerous and/or tumorous. The ectoplasm in her blood just keeps healing her body at the same rate as the degradation but it's constantly needing to be replenished. If she wants to live a truly stable life she would need to get a DNA sample from the original.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #winter's tales #this started as a crackhead prompt fueled by sleep deprivation and slaphappy energy #then i tacked on a bit of angst #whoops #sorry ellie you must suffer #does my comparison make sense? #boy i sure hope so #i have lackluster knowledge of basic biology and research is for the weak so... #nobody tell my highschool biology teacher #he would be so disappointed

[seattlesellie]

hi so i absolutely hate bugs and i hate killing them. i would def make ellie kill all of them for me. (although i would prefer she take them outside to let them be free… anyways)

but it’s the way she would kill them, that absolutely sends me. i feel like she would kill them and be like, “i gotchu motherfucker,” “yeah? you like comin into my house and scarin my girl like that? hm?” and i’d just stand there and just stare at her going tf off on a tiny mosquito idk just a thought 😭

i love you and your writing so much <33

ellie grabbing a flip flop running around the house like she’s chasing the killer 😭 but also after she kills it she definitely picks it up and chases you with it in her hand and wiggles it around to scare you :// “you’re such a fuckin’ crybaby it’s not even gonna hurt you” also she ate bugs and sand when she was a kid it’s a canon event .

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #i spend too much time thinking about baby ellie doing really weird stuff #i wanna write hc’s about them cos that kid bit her kindergarten teacher for sure #also during nap time baby ellie made weird noises just to scare everybody

[elliesmainhoe]

RECKLESS

Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Summary: While working, Joel comes in and tells you that your girlfriend, Ellie, was injured on patrol.

Contents: Slight misogyny, injury, swearing, angst, fluff, unconsciousness, playful banter.

Everyone in Jackson had a role, a purpose. Naturally Ellie was assigned to patrol and scavenge. Ellies strength was admirable, she was smart in combat, strong and immune, it was obvious why Maria put her on patrol. But you hated it.

You were never a natural fighter, more soft in nature. You were assigned as a glorified babysitter, taking care of toddlers during the day while their parents went off on errands and jobs. So you knew very little on combat.

Ellie loved that about you, your kind sweet and carefree nature, you seemed so fragile she had this urge to protect you ever since she first saw you chasing down a run away five year old, smiling and laughing as mud and snow splattered on your clothes.

You loved the kids, they loved you back. The small day care building always filled with childish babbles and bubbly giggles. You loved your job but you hated Ellie's. The idea of your girlfriend running from clickers. Shooting and climbing in abandoned building, death lurking round every corner.

You knew she was immune, her immunity calmed your nerves a ton. But immunity didn't protect her from people. Due to your kind demeanor people often assumed you were gullible and timid so they tried to take advantage of that. You couldn't count the amount of times you'd clutched your hidden pocket knife when someone approached you.

People in fucked up situations become morally grey and inhumane. Willing to do anything to achieve they're end goal. And it was horrifying, you trusted Ellie with your life, but you didn't trust others.

"Miss Y/NNN" a small squeaky voice pulled you from your chance. A small brunette girl looked up at you, doe eyes filled with tears, puffy cheeks and a snotty nose.

"Oh, What's wrong Nora? Why you crying huh?" You say bending your knees and crouching to her eye level.

"Miles won't share his toys cars with me-me. He says- He says I'm a girl so I can't play with cars" her words were rushed, small sobs and sharp intakes of breath between words. "Oh I'm sorry sweet pea, I'll go talk to him, why don't you go colour for a minute and I'll get you a car, yeah?" She sniffed, wiping her snotty nose with the sleeve of her cardigan and waddling towards the colouring table. Sighing softly you turn towards the group of boys pushing small cars on wooden tracks around on the floor.

"Hey guys, you've made Nora quite upset, can you tell me why you did that" you spoke softly, sitting down next to the group of 4 year old boys.

"because she's a girl. And these are our toys..." He mutters moving the toy car and bashing it into his friends.

Thinking on how to approach this you start talking. "In Jackson, everyone shares, the other day I was food shopping and your mother shared some of her vegetables with me. You see if you want to be a big boy you have to learn to share sweetheart. Nora might be a girl but she can still like cars."

He looks at you "So if I go give Nora a car, I'm a big boy?" He questioned, looking comically puzzled. "Yeah that would be really nice of you honey." You say an encouraging smile painting your face as he begins to wonder towards the brunette girl, two toy cars in his hands.

"Y/N." A deep voice sounded from behind you. Quickly getting up and turn around "Joel." You said to the man whose frame took up the majority of the doorway. "What's up?, usually you don't come visit me during work." You added, a smile graced your face at the welcome visit from the man.

"Uh, Ellie came back from patrol and she's not looking too good. She was shot with an arrow in her shoulder, it wasn't bad by itself but it sent her falling forwards and she hit her head, she's out cold." He explained to you, the worry written on his features soon matching yours. You felt your heart drop, a sense of dread overcame you.

"Oh shi-" you cut yourself off looking at the distracted 2-6 year olds, "shoot." You finish "where is she?" "She's in my spare room, I patched her up she'll have a headache when she wakes up and have to rehabilitate her shoulder for a few weeks, thankfully." He answered.

" my shift ends in five, Gia should be here for her shift soon, you mind staying here till she shows up?" He sends a nod your way and you immediately grab your jacket and bag leaving the middle aged man with the group of fifteen toddlers. If you weren't so worried about your girlfriend, you would've laughed at the situation. Joel miller with a crowd of children, completely hopeless. Poor man.

Your feet hurried as the sight of Joel's house came into view. Hurrying up the porch steps, swinging the door open, quickly throwing your shoes off, dumping your backpack on the ground and rushing upstairs.

Opening the spare rooms door, your breath caught in your throat as the sight of your unconscious girlfriend laying on the double bed, bandages rapped around her shoulder, a patch on her head, covering what you can imagine Is a large bruise. You moved forwards, perching on the mattress looking down at Ellie.

Her face looked calm and serene, her beautiful brown hair falling Infront of her face, her soft lips had a small split in it. You kissed her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ears. You looked around the room, your eyes focusing on the rocking chair pushed into the bay window. Getting up and pushing the chair closer to her sleeping form.

You say on the chairs floral cushion, reaching forward and grabbing her hands. Absentmindedly your fingers began to trace the veins and scars on her hands.

"hey.. HEY." Your body jolted up abruptly, being startled awake by a husky voice. "Ellie..." Tears welled in your eyes as you stood up and cradles Ellie's face.

"you are such an idiot, so so reckless and stupid..." You mutter gazing into her eyes, you saw her lips quirk up in amusement. "Don't smile, you're in a huge amount of trouble, missy" you say sternly, raising an eyebrow at her when she rolls her eyes playfully in retaliation.

"sorry, miss Y/n" she mumbled pouting out her bottom lip, mimicking the kids you work with.

"Oh shut up" you reply, you lean down, gently pulling yourself closer, and tenderly push your lips against hers. A sigh leaves both of your mouths, relief evident in both the softness of the kiss and in the happiness of Ellie being okay.

She's okay, she's alive. Of course she's alive, your girl is so strong, she'd never leave you.

Ellie breaks the kiss murmuring a soft "c'mere" and patting the empty spot next to her on the bed. You scooch yourself over to her, resting your head on her uninjured shoulder and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Her hand reaches out and cradles the back of your head, dragging her hands through it, softly combing and detangling.

"I'm alright beautiful, I'm all okay. I've been through too much shit to let an arrow fuck me over. And I could never leave my pretty girl alone, you're stuck with me sweetheart, you're never getting rid of me, for as long as I can help it.

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I like this one more than my last one. I hope you enjoyed this mini-fic. If all goes to plan then I should be uploading some head canons later too.

NOT PROOFREAD

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #pedro pascal #the last of us #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x female reader #tlou hbo #ellie headcanons #lesbian fic #lesbian #ellie x reader #teacher!reader #elliesmainhoe

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

#who needs a mommy when you got a tommy #the first time shes does this its preschool teacher maria’s idea #shes four and mothers day is coming up and its usually a hard time for her so joel lets maria know just in case she has any behavioral issue #miss maria is like 🫡 i gotchu #she makes sure to emphasize to the kids that families are all different #they spend every day of may leading up to mother day reading books exploring diversity in families and talking about what mom really means #that it doesnt have to be the person who had you in their tummy or a girl or even a person we call mom #for example miss maria’s real mommy wasnt so nice growing up so miss marias TRUE mommy is just her daddy and her auntie rose #because those are the people that loved her no matter what and kept her safe and taken care of and fed #thats all mom is #it just means someone thats there for you every day and loves you and cares for you #someone who is one of your favorite people and who would say the same about you #all the kids go around and say who they think are their moms #mosy say some iteration of ‘mommy’ and ‘mama’ or ‘grammy’ #but then baby ellie says ‘tess and auntie marlene’ #and baby sarah says ‘uncle thommy’ #one of the other littles says ‘daddy and miss maria’ 😭 #and they all make heart cards for their mommy firgures #they cant write or really read anything but a few letters yet #(even though hyperlexic baby sarah does have pretty incredible letter recognition for her age) #so they tell miss maria what to write on their cards and then decorate with oil pastels #sarah’s says dear uncle tommy thank you for being my mommy you are so funny and i love when we play horsey and princesses. happy mommy day #when he picks her up at the end of the day shes like HI MOMMMMM all giggly and hes like ????? hi???? whats this???? OPEN IT OPEN IT OPEN IT #and when he does and read it he literally drops to his knees to hug her and cry #because theres really nothing more precious than his little angel his baby his best girl #thats tommys DAUGHTER DO YALL UNDERSTAND?????? #miss maria watching them from the cubbies like: godDAMN theyre so cute #the next day tommy brings her a oat milk chai from her favorite coffee shop as a thank you because it meant a lot to him and shes like ???? #how did u know???? and hes like my brother and you ran into each other there last week yeah? he told me abt it i asked for your order #and shes like 🥹🥰🫠 thanks

[savannahsdeath]

TEACHER!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART 2TWO

part 1one

mdni please<3

summary: you visit miss williams after class again

warnings: 18+!! smut

writers note: this was so hard to write for no reason at all omg..😓😓also sorry i fucked up the tenses or whatever but hush i think i fixed it

you arrived to class, eager to learn but also eager to see her, hoping to catch her attention. miss williams greeted you pleasantly at the door, then walked to the front to begin teaching the lesson for the day. throughout the hour, you found it difficult to focus on the subject matter, as she catched your attention every now and then with a quick glance or a friendly smile.

after class, she stayed behind a few minutes to help a couple students that had questions. you remained, wanting to be one of the students to spend more time with her.

she finished helping the students, and you were the last one remaining. she started to clean up her desk. suddenly, she stopped and looked up at you. a sly smile appeared on her face. she walked towards you, reaching out to brush your hair aside with her fingers.

"how's my best student doing this afternoon?" she asked. her flirtatious tone sent your heart racing and your whole body becomed flushed.

you felt your cheeks heating up as you replied to her question. "i'm... doing well, miss..." you couldn't finish your sentence as her fingers lingered in your hair for a bit too long.

she leaned in close to your face and whispered; "i was wondering if you'd be interested in... some extra credit." the smile on her face and the tone of her voice told you exactly what she means.

your heart was beating faster than ever as you felt her breath on your face. "i would actually..." you smiled, trying to sound calm and unbothered.

she slowly leaned forward even more, until your faces were so close that you could feel her breath on your lips. she paused for a second, to build up anticipation, then closed the distance in one swift movement, and pressed her lips to yours.

your whole body burnt up, as all your thoughts and troubles disappeared and were replaced by pure excitement. you kissed her deeply and passionately, her hands slowly made their way up your body.

you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath. your heart was racing, your breath heavy.

she smiled at you, then looked around the room before whispering. "my office is just across the hall. would you like to join me?"

another rush of excitement fills your whole body. it was flushed and you felt like your heart might explode any second.

"yes, miss..." was all you managed to answer.

you eagerly followed her across the hall, the excitement of the moment building up as you both walk. she opened the door to her office and gestured for you to enter. as you did, she closed the door behind you and locked it, a quiet clicking sound following.

"you know," she started, with a hint of mischief in her voice. "this is against code, inviting a student in for personal reasons. but i'm not sure i mind the risk. here, sit down."

she pointed at the chair next to her desk. you took a seat, your heart skipping a beat, or more.

you weren't sure how a teacher-student relationship should work in this situation, but the way she was acting and talking to you... it feels wrong, in the best way possible.

she kneeled in front of you, caressing your thigh.

without any warning, her soft lips touched your neck in a series of tender kisses, while her hand slowly moved up your leg.

you leaned back in the chair and let her continue. only excitement and desire filled your mind.

she moved her head up and looked into your eyes. the look in her gaze was primal, like she has desired you for a long, long time. you feel her hair on your cheeks as she leans down to kiss your neck again.

this is going so... surprisingly well. you felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with what was happening. your body was giving into a hard-to-control urge, and you finally let go of all your worries.

as her lips touched your neck again, you felt the heat of her skin against yours. you felt her breathing become heavy and felt her hands move upwards through your clothes, towards your body. you felt everything in the most unforgotten way. she started unbuttoning your jeans, quietly, gently, as she didn't want to ruin the moment.

she carefully removed your jeans from your legs, leaving them around your ankles while she put her hands on your thighs again. your body trembles again, as excitement, desire and fear fill you up.

"relax your body" she whispered, noticing your slight nervousness and soaked underwear. you tried to listen to her, but it's too difficult as you felt your whole body tense.

she slowly rubbed her hands up your thighs, her touch sending a wave of pleasure throughout the entire lower half of your body. she took off her glasses, resting them at the edge of the table.

you tried to take a few deep breaths. her hands kept running over your thighs, sending signals to your brain and making you feel more and more excited. suddenly, she looked down and saw the evidence... your soaked underwear. she looked back up at you with a grin on her face. "aw, that's cute."

you felt your face flush and you were completely speechless at that point. you tried to move your legs a bit to cover up the mess, but her hands were slowly separating your thighs.

she was teasing you over and over as you sunk onto the armchair. her tongue was sliding up and down, her saliva replacing the wet spot that was on your underwear. but she wasn't exactly doing her best. i mean, she did her best at missing your clit every. single. time. on purpose, too. of course she didn't completely leave it out, but she wasn't paying too much attention to the place you needed her to.

you were, honestly, fed up with that little antic. it was like pure torture and you had to do something.

"ellie-" you started but before you could plead, beg and cry about how much she ruins you, she cut you off.

"getting informal with me already?" she smirked, replacing her tongue with her fingers for the time she was speaking.

you instantly shook your head, hoping this little accident of oblivion won't cause you too much trouble.

"m' sorry- i didn't want to..." you started whining, seeming truly scared.

"don't worry, love. what did you want to say?" she reassured, clearly amused by the fact you were already starting to lose your mind.

you squeezed you eyes shut and started stuttering out; "i need... can you-" when she suddenly pressed her lips against your clit. you moaned out some curses, knowing that in any other circumstances, you'd get severely punished by swearing in front of a teacher. now, your language made her simply chuckle. but she did what you wanted to, after all, and that wasn't a reason to complain. quite the opposite, you had no reason to complain anymore, so you didn't bother to end your sentence.

she kept going for what felt like ages but you loved every second of it as she wasn't just teasing anymore. she could tell you're close to your release, again, as your whimpers became louder and more high-pitched. sometimes, in between the moans (god, how lucky you were everyone already left school), you'd call out her name, not bothered by getting 'informal' anymore. in the last second she pulled away, her tongue twirling around her lips. when she finished licking off anything left, she clicked the oh so precise and gentle muscle she had pressed against you just a moment ago and tilted her head with a sly smirk.

you frowned, your eyebrows knitted together as you wiped your uncontrollable tears off. "what are you doing? i was just about to-"

she patted your thigh, standing up. "dress up, it's getting late."

you looked at the clock, hung on the wall above the desk. it was about 5 p.m., not so late but you definitely should be home by now.

"shit." you hissed as you remembered you were supposed to go shopping with your mom an hour ago.

you pulled your pants back up and started straightening your clothes in a rush.

"calm down, dear. we have a whole school year ahead of us, we'll meet again."

you nodded, trying to pretend you're not bothered by her leaving you on edge with the 'it's getting late' excuse again.

sorry if someone isnt tagged baes:(

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[womenofarcane]

The Scientific Method

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: ellie interrupts her wife’s class to talk about space!

Being a school teacher meant educating students. But being a science teacher was different. It meant allowing wonder and curiosity to take lead. Anytime a student asked about a science topic, you always explained in depth. It was something you were very passionate about.

Science.

The most marvelous discoveries and people were deeply involved in science. Even your favorite person, Ellie.

So when you became a science teacher for the school age kids, she was thrilled. Always peeking into your class just to listen to you go on and on about cells.

Which brings you to today when she interrupts your lesson.

“Alright kiddos, today we are going to continue on about the scientific method,” you called out to the classroom of students. Immediately you were met with a chorus of groans. Ranging from a low groan to an exasperated sigh.

“Mrs. Williams do we have to learn about this again?" One of your more impatient students asked aloud.

“Yeah! I think we know all about this.” Another student piped up from the back of the class.

Just as the discussion about how important the scientific method was about to start. The door to your classroom squeaked open. All the heads of the kids turned to see who interrupted their class. And none other than your wife, Ellie was standing in the doorway.

“Hey guys! Have you guys been good for Mrs. Williams?”A string of yes ma’am’s and tattletales started spewing all throughout the room.

Looking over you saw Ellie sending you her signature smirk. Always looking for trouble.

“Well, Ellie before you interrupted we were learning about the scientific method," you say with an unamused tone.

“Oh c‘mon haven’t you tortured them enough with it?”

Giggles filled the class like a volcano erupting.

“Have you kiddos learned about space yet?” Ellie looked so excited to see what they’ve learned. Always loving space meant wanting to spread that love. Even if it meant busting into her wife’s classroom.

“We have not learned about space yet. Still covering the basics.” You shot a glare to Ellie knowing exactly where this was about to go.

Ellie gasped, “You’ve deprived these sweet kids of the wonders of space? How could you Mrs. Williams?”

Your students sometimes resembled parrots. Repeating anything an adult especially Ellie says to them. Your ears are met with a chain of “How could you Mrs. Williams?” from the kids.

“How about we go over the planets? Then maybe we can watch the stars one night.” This caused a very loud yes from all of your students.

What has Ellie got you into?

#ivy writes! #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x science teacher!reader #ellie williams fluff #the last of us p2

[actual-changeling]

I know that Ellie eventually going to school is a pretty much universally accepted part of the world building, but I am itching to explore her trying to do so and simply being unable to do it.

The child abuse she went through at the hands of FEDRA was probably prolific and cruel, and her life was basically nothing but different kinds of "education" strung together, whether that's whatever they cobbled together for general education or the military training. Joel might know it was bad (cause it's fucking FEDRA), but the extend of her trauma is hard to gauge when you are not in a situation that triggers it.

Her academic trauma does not disappear outside of school, but unless Ellie is in a similar situation it simply won't be immediately obvious (speaking from experience). On top of that, David being a teacher does not help whatsoever.

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Joel and Ellie agree on a first day of school, but they want to check out the building beforehand, just so they're both a bit more at peace. Ellie is somewhat excited but also scared, and the closer they get to the building, the quieter she becomes, just hanging onto Joel's hand and squeezing it until her knuckles turn white. He pulls her close, notices she is nervous, but he doesn't press and gets them inside. One of the handful of teachers, a woman about Joel's age (they're aware enough to not have it be a man, Silver Lake is a known topic), meets them at the door and shows them around.

Small classrooms with surprisingly comfortable looking wooden chairs (Ellie sees the pillows on them and her mind short-circuits), some old sofas and couches, armchairs, spacious desks and all kinds of posters and materials. There's an art room and it is the only time Ellie's grip on Joel loosens a tiny bit, the array of brushes, paints, and instruments fascinates her, but that moment passes as quickly as it came.

With every step they take, the teacher's voice blurs with Joel's and turns into white noise, her vision grows fuzzy and grey, and she has to keep blinking with fluttering lashes to not sway on her feet when the dissociation gets worse. Absently, her mind keeps cataloguing the floor plan, windows, doors, all exists she can make our and imagine, but by the end of the tour, she cannot remember anything past leaving their house this morning. Something tugs on her hand, and she blinks up at Joel, his gaze loaded with a question she didn't hear, and maybe ten weeks ago she would have pretended she had; she doesn't know.

Ellie doesn't even know why she is reacting like this, there are no specific memories popping up, nothing to fight back, just her mind and body slipping into a protective armor of static like they're pulling her into the fizzling TV in their living room.

"Ellie?"

The teacher's voice snaps her back to a pounding heart and a breath stuck in her lungs, and when she looks down at their clasped hands her nails have left marks in Joel's skin. She lets go at once, holding onto her wrists with her arms behind her back, and she still didn't hear the question. Every cell in her body is telling her to leave, pulling her toward the nearest exit, but she doesn't. There are memories flickering across her vision now, a decade of unjust, painful punishments and her body being pushed to its breaking point, and she decides the answer to that question is more important than whatever they had asked her.

"What do you do? For, like, punishment?"

Her voice is steadier than she is on her feet, so she rocks gently back and force to stop herself from swaying. Joel's gaze burns hot on her cheeks, but she keeps her eyes on the teacher, whose eyebrows are raised so high they disappear beneath her fringe.

"Punishment? We don't- there's not reason to punish forgotten homework or the like here, Ellie, it's supposed to be both fun and educational."

Something about the tone in her voice unsettles her, but the answer isn't satisfying, and she needs to know, needs to know the rules so she can follow them, because the art room looks like it might actually be fun to be in and she is so tired of dark lonely spaces and marks on her back; imagining the disappointed look on Joel's face when her teachers tell him about it is the worst of it all, though.

"What are the rules? When are the drills and what's the consequences for breaking the rules? Is there-" is there a hole, she wants to ask, but her breathing is fast and shallow, periphery dotted with dancing black spots, and she doesn't want to give them any ideas they didn't already have. Joel's hand lands on her back, right between her shoulder blades, and the warm weight his comforting without being oppressive, her breaths slowing just a smidge.

The woman with a name Ellie forgot is taller than Joel with the shoes she is wearing, and she she squats down, the look on her foreign face looks like a a finished puzzle, the final piece having snapped into place. Her features are rounded, soft, a stark contrast to the borderline malnourished and hardened look of pretty much every person around the QZ including her teachers, a few light-brown and grey strands escaping from her ponytail, and Ellie can't help but think that she looks - nice, non-threatening. School isn't supposed to be non-threatening, but this whole building is dripping with it, and it scares her to death; getting this ripped away from her as punishment will hurt even more than escaping packed, concrete classrooms.

"You grew up in a FEDRA school, right?" she asks, voice almost tender, and Ellie can only stare and nod while Joel rubs circles into her back.

"I heard stories about what it was like before I came here, horrible experiences no one should have to go through, especially not a child."

She sounds so much like Joel the comfort laced into her words manages to penetrate the static and soothe some of the panic, her eyes a bright hazel shade, not blue, and she keeps her distance even though she could easily get into Ellie's personal space

"Even before the outbreak, school wasn't like that, and it is definitely not like that here. There is no punishments, Ellie, no real rules or structure outside of general lesson plans, no consequences for not turning in work or being late. This is meant to provide some stability and education, give you a places to hang out with people your age, have some more people to connect with. If you don't want to be here, no one will force you."

Ellie doesn't cry. She doesn't. A deep breath and some determined blinking pull back the tears from her waterline and her chest aches with a vengeance when she thinks about how different it would have been here for her and Riley, how much better. Riley would still be alive. For a few minutes, they're all silent, allowing her to gather the scattered pieces of herself and glue them back together, and when she does, a tiny bit of the fear in her bones has made space for tentative excitement.

"I like the art room," she says quietly, feeling younger than she ever has, and a wave of something washes over all of them. "Do I- can I-"

"You can use it whenever you like, even outside of school hours, as long as you don't leave too much of a mess and use it responsibly."

Liliya, her brain finally provides, straightens her back again, and the lack of a last name during her introduction is probably part of what through her off. Ellie looks up at Joel, a muscle in his jaw ticking with suppressed anger, not at her, at FEDRA, she knows him well enough to realize that, and decides her question about The Hole is both best saved for another time and hopefully not relevant at all.

"Okay," Ellie responds, pressing herself back against Joel and melting when his arm protectively wraps around her shoulders, "I'll give it a try."

Over the relief rushing through her hairs, she barely hears the details the adults next to her discuss, happy to bury her face in Joel's shirt without shame, and she manages to shake off the last wisps of static clinging to her. Maybe this will work out for her, maybe it won't, maybe all she will use are the art supplies, but when they are lead back to the entrance, more than ready to go home, Liliya gives her a smile, eyes crinkling. For the first time in her life, Ellie smiles back at a teacher simply because she wants to, and the hopeful excitement sprouting in her chest is enough to tell her that she will be right on time for her first class on Monday.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller #ficlet #fedra school #some riley pain for Z <33 #joel is a good fucking dad and that teachers is a good person #and ellie has mommy issues and can and will get attached but more about that later #ellie has academic trauma in so many ways this is literally not even scratching the surface but it scratched my itch for now #wanna guess how long my little reblog is or what was meant to be little anyway #wanna take a big fucking guess? #if you guessed 1.3k aka a WHOLE ASS FIC you are correct #i cant- i cant even anymore #anyway #back to doing literally anything else

[pinkwright]

thinking hairstylist!reader x divorced single mom!ellie 🤭

#or if reader was jjs teacher oml im screaming 🤭🤭🤭 #｡:°ஐ ʚĭɞ. sere's shit talk #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff

[ellies-enrichment]

#ellie williams #ellie text #the last of us part 2 #tlou part 2 #sigh tbh #ive made so many text post memes today which REALLY should be a sign but unfortunately im silly and ignore all of those #despite it being such a sign that something is Wrong since 2017 #anyway !! think i might continue to ignore the dread and write that parent teacher conference jackson fic #i think that might fix me (i know it wont) #but it'll be so distracting and funny #until i can get silly to make more incorrect quotes