caught the last days of summer 🌅
Shekvitili, Georgia 🇬🇪
September 2025
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caught the last days of summer 🌅
Shekvitili, Georgia 🇬🇪
September 2025
📸 Canon AE-1
🎞️ Kodak Ultramax 400
could u perhaps do a fall tlou/ellie moodboard 😓
fall!ellie williams moodboard ˙ ✩°˖🍂⋆。˚ shes so rainy fall day im so sick over this thank you anon i owe you my life
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I love you so bad queen never stop writing. like ever. you’re the only person I’m relying on 😞. But i was wondering if i could get a Caitlyn and reader where reader does Caitlyn’s makeup while straddling her and it can turn into something spicy afterwards if you want it to
⤷ CLOSE ENOUGH TO KISS ⌇CAITLYN X READER suggestive
You’re perched across Caitlyn’s lap, knees bracketing her thighs, holding her face steady with one hand while the other carefully sweeps a brush along her cheekbone.
She doesn’t move, of course she doesn’t, Caitlyn Kiramman is always in control of her composure, but her eyes flick upward to watch you. You can feel the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath you, how her hands rest politely at her sides instead of touching you. The closeness is enough to make the air heavy.
“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, dipping the brush into a bit more powder.
“I thought the entire point was for me to sit still,” Caitlyn says smoothly, but her lips twitch with amusement. Her voice is lower, softer — intimate in a way that makes your stomach flip.
You try to focus on her eyeliner, but it’s hard when she’s looking at you like that. Like she knows exactly what effect she’s having. Your thumb brushes the corner of her mouth, and her lips part just slightly at the touch.
“Almost done,” you whisper, though your voice comes out tighter than intended.
Her hands finally move. One rests on your hip. The other slides higher, fingers curling around your waist, grounding you to her lap. “Take your time,” Caitlyn murmurs. “I rather like the view.”
The brush falters. Your breath hitches. She notices, of course she does, her smirk softens into something deeper, hungrier.
“Cait…”
Her name is all you manage before she leans forward just a fraction, enough for her lips to ghost against your jaw, not quite a kiss, just enough to make you shiver.
“Mm. You’re trembling,” she says, tone teasing but gentle, as if coaxing. Her grip on your hip tightens. “Are you going to finish my makeup, or are you going to let me ruin it right now?”
well you know what they say, ride a cowboy or something like that ..
home stretch
summary: ellie takes you on a road trip from la to jackson to meet joel, tommy, and maria. four days with her family change everything.
word count: 21,300
cw: modern au, fluff, found family, road trip, first “i love you”, domestic romance.
the city is still sprawled behind you in the hazy rearview when ellie glances over from the driver’s seat, mouth tugging into that sideways smirk you know too well. the freeway stretches ahead in a long, sun-bleached ribbon, heat shimmering off the asphalt. her sunglasses are pushed up into her hair, messy and wind-tossed from having the window cracked open.
her left hand rests on the top of the steering wheel, fingers tapping idly to the beat of the song playing low through the speakers. the other arm is slung across her lap, casual, but her knuckles keep brushing your thigh in that way she pretends is accidental.
“you nervous?” she asks, voice even but laced with a kind of amusement that says she already knows the answer.
you keep your gaze fixed on the pale blur of mountains in the distance. “nope. not at all. not even a little bit.”
“liar,” she says, grinning.
“okay, maybe a little,” you admit, turning to face her. “it’s not every day i meet the guy who taught you how to shoot and the uncle who i’ve been told once wrestled you into a kiddie pool for stealing his hat.”
she huffs a laugh, eyes still on the road. “tommy’s gonna love you. joel’s probably gonna pretend he doesn’t, but then he’ll make you pancakes the next morning or some shit.”
“and maria?”
“oh, maria’s easy. she’s gonna adopt you within the first five minutes.”
you hum like you’re thinking it over. “and how long before they start roasting you?”
“before we even get out of the car,” she says, deadpan. “just-don’t laugh too hard, okay?”
“absolutely not,” you say with mock seriousness, already grinning.
by the time you’ve crossed into the mojave, the air’s dry enough to chap your lips, and the freeway has thinned to long stretches of nothing but low scrub and the occasional flash of a semi-truck. you’ve been cycling through her playlist - a mix of mellow indie tracks and classic rock she insists you have to appreciate properly.
she tells you stories between songs, how she almost failed her driving test because she clipped a cone, how shimmer once stole a sandwich straight out of her hand, how joel used to make her practice guitar until her fingers blistered.
at a gas station just outside st. george, you watch her wander the snack aisle like she’s on a mission. she comes back with a peach iced tea for you, a bag of hot cheetos for herself, and a pack of gum she claims is for “freshening up before meeting the family” but you know is just because she’s bored.
you make it as far as richfield, utah before the sun starts sinking low enough to burn gold against the edges of the mountains. ellie pulls into a small roadside motel, the kind with doors that open directly to the parking lot and a neon sign that hums faintly in the warm air.
inside, the room smells faintly of detergent and old carpet, but the sheets are clean. you collapse on the bed face-first, and ellie laughs, tossing her duffel to the corner before dropping down beside you.
“still nervous?” she asks after a moment, her voice quieter now.
you roll onto your side to look at her. “a little. i just…i want them to like me.”
she tilts her head, studying you. “they’re gonna like you. i like you. and they… trust me.”
there’s a beat of silence, then she adds, “joel, he’s not really my dad, but… he’s the closest thing i’ve got. maria’s been like this constant since i was a kid. tommy’s… well, he’s tommy. they’re my people. and if they like you-”
“-then you know i’m not secretly evil?” you offer, trying to keep it light.
her mouth curves. “something like that.”
you both fall asleep with the TV murmuring low in the background, her arm warm around your waist.
the next afternoon, the scenery changes. the road narrows, flanked by tall pines, the air sharpening with altitude. snow still clings to the peaks in the distance despite the warmth of late spring. ellie rolls down her window and breathes it in like it’s something she’s been missing.
the driveway to joel and maria’s place is gravel, the crunch under the tires loud in the quiet mountain air. aspens line the edges, their leaves trembling in the breeze.
joel’s already on the porch by the time you park. he’s broad-shouldered, sun-browned, and watching with an expression that’s equal parts curiosity and warmth.
“well, look who finally made it,” he says as you step out, voice carrying easily. then, to ellie: “and you brought trouble.”
you laugh, moving forward with your hand out. “hi, i’m-”
“i know who you are,” he says, gripping your hand firmly. “joel. you can call me joel.”
from inside, a voice calls, “or old man!” and another figure appears - tommy, with the same grin as joel but a younger energy. he hands joel a beer and claps ellie on the shoulder.
maria emerges last, her smile immediate and genuine. “you must be exhausted. come in, sweetheart.” she takes your bag like it’s the most natural thing in the world and leads you into a warm kitchen that smells faintly of bread and something roasting.
dinner is loud in the best way. joel carves roast chicken while tommy recounts the time ellie tried to dye her hair blue and ended up swamp-green for three weeks.
you’re halfway through a laugh when joel adds, “and that was after she played trumpet for, what, two months?”
ellie groans. “can we not?”
“you played trumpet?” you say, grinning.
“don’t,” she warns, but you catch the blush anyway.
after, ellie takes you upstairs to her old room. it’s smaller than you expected; twin bed, walls plastered with faded band posters, a bookshelf crammed with sci-fi paperbacks and sketchbooks.
you pick up a star wars figurine from the desk. “nerd.”
“yeah, well, you’re dating this nerd,” she shoots back, tugging you onto the bed beside her.
you lie there for a while, listening to the muffled sound of joel and maria talking downstairs, the faint creak of the house settling.
morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the worn wood floor. you wake to ellie already moving around downstairs, her footsteps light and familiar even here in someone else’s house.
downstairs, the kitchen smells like fresh coffee and something baking - maria’s handiwork, no doubt. the table is set with mismatched mugs and plates, the kind that have chipped rims but carry a history of hundreds of breakfasts.
“morning,” maria greets you with a smile as you come in. “coffee? pancakes?”
“both, please,” you say, pulling out a chair. ellie slides in next to you, rubbing the sleep from her eyes but smiling as she reaches for your hand across the table.
after breakfast, maria drives you into town for coffee and a little browsing while ellie heads to the stables. the mountain air fills your lungs as you walk through the quiet streets of jackson - small shops with hand-painted signs, the faint sound of cowbells somewhere in the distance.
returning to the house, you find ellie waiting at the fence, her caramel-colored horse shimmer nuzzling her shoulder like a loyal friend.
“this is shimmer,” she says softly, pride in her voice.
you run your fingers along the horse’s silky mane, surprised by the warmth under the morning sun.
ellie helps you up onto the saddle, then climbs on behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. the world falls away as shimmer carries you through the pine-scented trails, the rhythm of hooves on dirt a steady, soothing pulse.
“you’re a natural,” ellie murmurs into your hair.
“just trying to impress you,” you joke, turning your head to catch her smile.
the evening brings a casual dinner at a local diner, tommy orders ribs and nearly smears barbecue sauce all over his shirt. ellie squeezes your knee under the table every time tommy teases her mercilessly.
the morning sun slips lazily through the kitchen window, casting soft patterns on the worn wooden table. maria’s already bustling around the kitchen, the faint sizzle of butter in the pan mixing with the rich aroma of brewing coffee. the whole house smells like a hug - warm, familiar, and utterly safe.
you sit down beside ellie at the table, the chipped mug warming your hands as maria sets down a stack of fluffy pancakes, golden and steaming, with bowls of fresh berries and maple syrup on the side.
“eat up, you two,” maria says with a smile that reaches her eyes. “you’ve got a big day.”
ellie catches your hand under the table, her thumb brushing slow circles across your skin. it feels like a quiet promise: you’re here, you’re together, and you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
after a lazy breakfast spent sharing pancakes and soft laughter, joel appears at the kitchen doorway holding two large photo albums, their covers cracked and softened by time.
“thought you might want to see some of these,” he says, setting them down gently on the table.
you and ellie sink onto the couch, joel settling opposite you as he opens the first album with reverence.
the pages are filled with snapshots that tell a story of a childhood wild and tender — a scrappy fourteen year old ellie, face smudged with dirt and determination; a gangly teenager with braces and a mischievous grin; family holidays marked by snowball fights and late-night bonfires.
you lean into ellie’s side, laughing softly at a photo where she’s caught mid-shriek, covered in mud after one of tommy’s pranks. she buries her face in your shoulder, whispering, “i swear to god, if he ever finds this…”
joel chuckles, the sound low and warm. “he’s lucky she loves him.”
as the afternoon wanes, maria brings out a tray of snacks and cozy blankets, and you all migrate to the living room. movie night is a tradition here, and tonight maria has picked a light-hearted rom-com that fills the room with laughter and sighs.
you curl up against ellie, her fingers weaving into yours as the credits roll and the room settles into a comfortable quiet. in this moment, everything feels perfect, the past and the present folding together gently, like the pages of those photo albums.
the final day arrives with a kind of soft melancholy, like the house itself is holding its breath. after a simple breakfast of toast and jam, the day unfolds slowly, spent helping maria in the garden and sharing stories with tommy as he tinkers on a project out back.
as evening falls, joel builds a fire pit in the backyard, the crackle of dry wood a steady rhythm against the quiet mountain night. the sky stretches wide and star-speckled overhead, and the air smells faintly of pine and smoke.
around the campfire, marshmallows toast slowly, turning golden and then a little charred as tommy recounts tales of ellie’s teenage misadventures - the infamous blue hair dye disaster, the time she got locked in a barn, and the countless pranks that earned her a permanent spot in family legend.
maria hands you a s’more with a knowing smile, her warmth wrapping around you like the firelight itself.
ellie sits close, her shoulder brushing yours, and when tommy’s stories quiet, she turns to you with eyes soft and serious.
“thank you,” she murmurs. “for being here. for being you.”
you squeeze her hand, heart swelling.
later, as the fire dies to glowing embers, you both slip inside to ellie’s childhood room, the twin bed somehow feeling smaller and more intimate than ever. tangled in each other’s arms, you share whispered promises and secrets, and when you finally say those three words, “i love you”, the weight and warmth of them fills the room and stretches beyond it.
the morning light is pale and gentle, filtering through the curtains with a quiet reluctance to start the day. maria moves around the kitchen with practiced ease, making sure everyone has a hot cup of coffee and a little something to eat before the long drive.
joel is quiet, but when he pulls you into a hug, it’s like being wrapped in the steady, unwavering strength that ellie always talks about.
tommy is already teasing ellie, promising to save some fresh embarrassing stories for next time, and maria presses a soft kiss to your cheek, whispering, “drive safe, sweetheart.”
packing the car feels bittersweet, every box and bag holds a memory now, every glance back at the house is a silent thank you.
ellie slips her hand into yours as you pull away, fingers lacing together like they never want to let go.
“worth the drive?” she asks, voice low and tender.
you look back at the place that’s been home for a few days, then back to her; the girl who brought you here, who’s made you feel part of something real.
“more than worth it,” you say.
the road stretches ahead again, but this time you carry a new kind of warmth with you - the warmth of family, love, and home.
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sneak peek of ceo abby with her much needed assistant during a long day
abby slammed her pen down on the desk, the sound echoed through the glass walls of her office. it was sharp and ugly, making her wince. her temper was on edge this whole day, and now it was fraying into something worse.
her computer lit up with a ping. it was yet another email in her inbox— the subject line was screaming URGENT. and she ignored it. she couldn’t be bothered to open it. not when her day has been filled with disasters stacking on top of each other.
it started with the delayed shipment. then a client was threatening to walk. then finance with the multiple errors had thrown abby’s carefully crafted projects into chaos. each one was small but together they had settled onto her chest like a weight.
if only my big, strong abby anderson was laying beside me right now, shirtless with a thong on. she would protect me
WELL, FUCK THIS CITY...I'M MOVING TO SASKATCHEWAN | ELLIE WILLIAMS
summary; Inspired by The Subway from Chappell Roan—There was a time where you knew how to live your life without Ellie, but now you didn’t know how to, so you did the best thing you could—leaving the city where you met Ellie.
B's note: I'm going to be honest with you guys...I originally had this planned as like a 10 part series with SO much detail that takes over THREE years, but I just couldn't get the 1st chapter done. I literally wrote all of it out but just HATED the first chapter so much. So now we're here....please be nice to it AND me. Also please give it notes and reblogs...please...if you like it
word count: 4.0k words
Early summer of ‘23
The bar reeked of spilled beer and lemon rinds, and a humid mass of bodies was jammed against the sticky tables while some indie rock song bled out of the tired speakers. Jesse spotted you before you saw him, raising his glass high above the crowd to signal you over.
And then, there she was.
i'll be coming for your love, okay?
pairing: ellie williams x fem reader
synopsis: after years apart, you and ellie cross paths again. with all the unspoken words and buried feelings hanging in the air, you both choose to forget everything just for one night. one night to relive the things your past selves used to do, like nothing ever changed.
cw: modern au, pure fluff, romcom coded
this is so cute and so well written
plz this is so funny
How RICH
Maybe stop romanticize dysfunctional and abusive relationships yourself before you make a call-out post for someone doing the same thing
hey so those are two different things 😭 it’s not romanticizing and it’s literally just a reblog button u dumb fuck, u don’t see me shipping a 14 yr old girl with someone who’s old enough to be her dad — and literally IS her father ( figure ) u’re a sad excuse for a person lmao
i really REALLYYYY despise ‘joellie’ shippers, like what the actual fuck is that bs? i came across this page on here and it was FILLEDD with that, mind u — this dude is twenty two years old. are we dead fucking ass — every one of u weirdos, disrespectfully die in a fire 😭
Abby braiding her hair!
thinking about hate sex with ellie...
content warnings ⭑𓂃 orgasm denial (e!receiving) fingering (e!receiving) mean!reader mean!ellie (reader is implied to be emotionally detached/distant ??) // only a drabble
"you're so fuckin' selfish" ellie groans into your mouth.
"mm? you're the one who dragged me in here" you shudder as you urge guide ellie's hips against the door of the storage closet.
"two things can be true at once" ellie retorts.
"but selfish? how many times have i made you come without asking for anything in return?" you hiss against the plush of her lips.
her eyes meet yours as she speaks; "so i'm just a pity fuck to you then?" you reciprocate her gaze, fingertips feathering across the freckles on her cheeks. "of course not" you look at her with faux sincerity, "you know when you surpass boredom and teeter towards where you'd rather walk across dirty needles than wallow in mindless agitation for a second longer?" you pause before continuing, smiling, like you know you've won this:
"that's me when we fuck."
"oh, fuck you" ellie spits. "you act so above it, but then you're fuckin' begging to see me at 2 in the morning" she drags out each syllable like she's trying to emphasise your existential desperation.
with that you crash your lips against hers—all open mouth and teeth.
ellie licks into your mouth, it's sultry, messy and fucking disgusting with the way you bite her bottom lip and she whimpers into your mouth, allowing you to swallow the noise she's given you.
you grab her jaw, and lick down her throat before your teeth graze her neck, marking the pale freckles that litter her skin. ellie whines, and it’s almost hard not to scoff at her fickanlity. how can a person so devoid of human competence suddenly submit to someone so easily, given the right provocation?
your hands migrate from her jaw and slide down to the belt loop of her jeans, your fingers curl around it and draw her hips impossibly closer to your own. ellie meets your eyes and nods, and that's enough for you to unbutton her dark-wash jeans and glide your fingertips down to her soaked underwear.
your fingers slide against her slick, letting ellie feel the touch that sticks to the heat of her slit before allowing her to feel more. you trace higher and she shudders. "don't be a bitch, just-" collapsing into your shoulder before she can finish her sentence—you want to tell her how she would benefit from a backbone, and you almost do, until you cut yourself off with a whimper, and you recoil at the action.
your fingers trek lower until they're curling inside of her and she's clenching around you.
her thighs twitch and she's about to tell you how fucking close she is before your hand retreats and you wipe your drenched fingers on your jeans.
"fuck you" ellie spits.
you look at her—mock earnestly; "you're right, i am selfish." you say, turning around and leaving her there undone to get herself off.
contradicting your entire relationship.
// i am so sorry i haven't posted in months school has been insane !!! anyways i always cringe so bad writing smut so i am sorry if this is booty cheeks. ALSO i will be locking in on here soon so please feel free to send requests or just chat <3
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