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࿐*ೃSummer camps and dead mouses, Part 5. *ೃ࿐FINAL PART!

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

Summer camp with enemy to lovers Ellie Williams.

synopsis: The tension builds up until all the emotions finally explode. You don't even know what you're feeling-lust's taking over.

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

warnings: MEN AND MINORS DNI-NSFW smut... finally. (oral r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, oral ellie!receiving, fingering ellie!reciving, dirty talking, switch!ellie, switch!reader, swearing and Ellie being mean in general.

*i do not own these photos!

note:: I KNOW IT TOOK ME SHITLOADS OF TIME TO POST THIS(let's not talk ab how i finish writing a summer fic in the middle of winter), I don't even want to use any excuses, last time I posted this series was half a year ago? but to make it up to u, i rlly did my best to bring this part as close to perfection as i can!!

wc: 5,1k

Ellie hands you her hoodie, and you immediately recognize its scent.

“Is this yours?” you ask, trying to organize the rush of thoughts flooding your high mind.

“Yeah, why?” Ellie replies, lying on the grass with her eyes closed, completely unfazed.

“I recognize the smell…” You glance at the auburn haired girl, but she doesn’t react.

“Cool.” Her tone is light, indifferent. She doesn’t care.

You open your mouth as if to say something but then shut it again. Instead, your gaze drifts toward Ellie. She’s lying there, legs bent, wearing black Converse and washed-out, loose jeans. The warm sunlight spills over her body, highlighting her relaxed posture. Your eyes trail upward—her gray tank top clings to her frame, her toned arms resting on her stomach,  as you look closer, you notice she’s not wearing a bra. You don’t want to stare, but it’s hard not to. You can’t help but wonder if her stomach is just as toned as her arms.

No. You can’t let your mind go there.

Her fingers are long and slender, adorned with faint freckles. A tattoo winds around one of her arms, a cluster of leaves or some other plant. You find yourself wondering—what do you really think of her? 

When she’s mean--she’s unbearable. When she’s high--she’s actually kind of funny, almost tolerable. How ironic.

And then there’s last night.

Was it really her who kissed you at the dance yesterday? The hoodie suggests she did. If you asked her, you’d know for sure. But do you even want to? And if it was her, did she mean to kiss you? It was dark—maybe she thought you were someone else.

A few days ago, you would’ve prayed it wasn’t Ellie. But now? Something strange is happening to you. A tiny, unshakable part of you hopes it was her. Hopes she meant it. Then you remember that girl from last night—the one clinging to Ellie—and jealousy flares in your chest. Maybe she mistook you for her.

What the fuck? You mentally slap yourself. Where is this even coming from? Ellie is a bitch to you. It’s pathetic.

You convince yourself it’s just the weed messing with your head, stirring up all these fucked-up thoughts. There’s no way you could ever like Ellie. Not romantically. Not even platonically.

You’re about to examine her face when she suddenly speaks.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me alive, staring like that.”

Ellie chuckles, and heat crawls up your neck. You quickly look away, unsure how to respond.

The silence stretches between you, but now you can feel her gaze on you. She’s staring.

“Ellie?” You hesitate. “Why do you hate me so much?”

She doesn’t answer right away. You can tell she’s thinking.

“Why do you think I hate you?”

“Because you’re a total bitch. Either that, or you just ignore me completely.” You raise an eyebrow.

“I’m not a bitch.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve hated me since the first day here! And you got even worse after I kissed Abby that night.” She tries to cut in, but you keep going. “It was just a fucking game! Abby doesn’t even like you anymore, get over it!”

Ellie’s expression darkens. “You think this is about Abby?” Her voice rises. “Not everything is about her!”

You sit up, and so does Ellie. At some point, she’s moved closer—so close your knees are nearly touching.

“I want to forget about her, but everyone keeps bringing her up!” Ellie’s chest rises and falls rapidly. She jabs a finger at you. “Especially you! You mention her every time we talk. You like her, don’t you?”

Do you? Do you really talk about Abby that much?

“I—what the fuck are you even saying?”

Ellie’s breathing is heavy. “You like her, huh? Admit it! Is she really that much better than me?”

She’s practically shouting now, and you’ve never seen her like this. There’s something more than anger in her voice—something sharp, raw. Jealousy? And you’re not even into the blonde girl.

“At least she’s not a bitch!”

Ellie’s eyes flick down to your lips. You notice it too late—five inches, maybe less, separating your faces.

“You don’t get it,” she growls.

For a moment, you’re both still. The tension crackles in the air, electric and unbearable. Both of your chests are rising and falling rapidly. You search her eyes, expecting her to be glaring back at you, but no—she’s still looking at your mouth.

And then, before you can think—before you can stop it—her lips crash against yours.

You don’t know who started it, but suddenly, you’re both desperate, clawing at each other like you’re starving. Ellie pushes you down onto the grass, slipping a knee between your thighs.

 Her lips are unexpectedly soft, though the kiss is anything but that—it’s rough, angry, frantic. Every sharp word, every argument, every suppressed feeling bleeds into it. You dig your fingers into the fabric of her tank top, caught in the fever of it all.

Ellie kisses like she’s trying to devour you. You kiss her back just as hard, sliding your tongue into her mouth. The taste of her is intoxicating. Her fingers tangle in your hair, her other hand gripping your jaw.

She pulls away for air, both of you panting. Her face is still twisted with something furious—something desperate. Longing? You could even describe it as predatory. She doesn’t waste a second before she’s kissing you again, mumbling against your lips.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”

Her mouth trails down your jaw, then to your earlobe, then your neck. 

You shudder as she lingers there, you can feel her sultry lips wrapping around your skin and sucking it, which will leave marks for sure, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

Her hands slide beneath the hoodie you’re wearing, her nails scraping against your stomach. You hiss at the sensation.

“What?” Ellie smirks against your neck. “Can’t handle a little pain?”

Even though you don’t see Ellie’s face, you know she’s got that stupid smirk on her face, you decide to shut her up by grabbing the back of her head and pressing her lips harder against your skin.

Ellie licks a slow stripe down your neck to your collarbone. Then, in one swift motion, she pulls your hoodie off. The cold air bites at your skin, but you barely notice. All you can focus on is Ellie.

Your hair falls messily around your face from the motion, and when you reach up to fix it, she catches your wrists and pins them above your head. A wicked glint flashes in her eyes. One hand roams under your shirt, trailing up to the strap of your bra. She slides it off one shoulder, then the other, taking her time. You fight back, trying to push her off, trying to take control, and finally, you manage to flip her over.

You quickly turn both of you around, and now you're on top. She tries to fight it, but this time, you pin her wrists to the ground and can't resist kissing her hungrily, already missing the warmth of her tongue in your mouth.

It’s as if all the emotions that have been building inside you toward this girl—the hatred, the longing, the tension you weren’t even fully aware of—are pouring into this kiss, finally exposed to the daylight.

You can’t get enough of the girl lying beneath you. Your free hand roams over her body, scratching her skin just as she did to you, but when you do, a delicious whimper escapes her lips.

Hearing Ellie like that drives you crazy.

You want more. You bite her lower lip between kisses, then soothe the sting by running your tongue over it. Your mouth travels lower, reaching her stomach, which is exposed due to her top riding up. It won’t be a problem anymore because you decide to take it off. She doesn’t resist, letting you slide it over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and you can’t help but pause, drinking in the sight before you.

Her humble chest is speckled with freckles, her small but perfectly shaped breasts rising and falling with each breath. At this moment, you could swear she’s perfect.

The cool early-evening air washes over you both, and you watch as her nipples harden from the breeze. That moment of admiration costs you, though—Ellie suddenly seizes the opportunity, flipping you both over so you're sitting up. She smashes her lips against yours, trying to pin you back down.

“Enjoyed the view, huh?” she whispers teasingly against your mouth, her smirk infuriatingly smug.

The vulnerability from earlier is gone, replaced by something darker, more competitive. Adrenaline pulses through your veins, making you feel more alive than ever. You fight against her grip, refusing to go down so easily, but after a brief struggle, she wins—again.

She wastes no time, her hands working at the clasp of your bra as she attacks your neck with kisses and nibbles. You already know you’ll be marked up by morning.

Her warm hand covers your breast, fingers teasing over your nipple. The pleasure is almost unbearable—you can’t remember the last time you felt this intensely.

It’s like everything you needed, everything you didn’t even realize you were missing, is finally being fulfilled.

Before you know it, her warm mouth wraps around your left nipple, while her other hand tugs at your pants.

Oh, she wants it bad. But so do you.

You don’t just lie there, though. Your hands are everywhere—scratching down her back, tracing the dips of her waist.

Soft whimpers escape your lips, mixing with hers.

Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, pulling them down.

It feels surreal—lying beneath her, wearing nothing but your underwear, the girl you swore you hated for the whole summer now holding you like this. You unbutton her jeans and tug them down, leaving her in black boxers.

Ellie moves quickly, as if she’s afraid hesitation will break the spell between you. She pulls your soaked, lacy panties down your legs, and the cool air hits your most intimate area.

She tries to act casual, but you catch the way her eyes linger on your pussy, drinking in the sight before her hands finally make their move.

You can feel how wet you are—embarrassingly so. The last thing you’d want is for someone to stare at you like this… but that’s exactly what Ellie is doing.

“Just fucking do it, Ellie.” You try to sound commanding, but your voice comes out breathless, desperate.

Ellie smirks instead, but finally, she obeys. Her fingers trail along your folds before dipping inside—just one at first.

The sight of her like this—half-naked, cheeks flushed, at the height of excitement and vulnerability—makes your breath hitch.

She looks so beautiful, her freckled, slightly flushed cheeks betraying the nervousness she’s trying so hard to hide. 

You’re no better yourself, your whole face is probably full of redness.

Ellie looks up at you, her gaze locked on yours as she leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck. Her fingers curl inside you, and soon, she adds another, successfully gaining relentless moans from you.

“Keep making those sounds for me, I wanna hear you baby.” Her thumb moves in slow circles over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your entire body.

You dip your fingers in her short hair, occasionally tugging at certain sections, just enough to make her feel it. She knows what she’s doing, sucking on your neck and working her slim fingers very deftly inside of you. 

She hits that certain spot, the one that makes your breath hitch, so it doesn’t take much time before you feel the familiar tension in your legs, the one that tells you won’t last much longer. She can tell you’re getting close--both from your moans, that are gradually getting louder and the clenching sensation around her fingers that keep hitting your g-spot.

“You’re sooo sensitive, baby…” she purrs against your ear.

She then does something you expected the least in such a situation—she pulls her fingers out. You feel the sudden emptiness without her. Bizarre, how quickly you can get used to things.

You look at her as if she’s crazy. She’s looking at you, that dumb smirk plastered on her face. You swear you want to punch that smirk off every time you see it.

"You look like you want to kill me." Wonder why.

"Why did you just—" How can she act so composed in the middle of sex? You can't even seem to form a sensible sentence.

But then, you see her adjusting her position, almost lying in front of you, her face between your thighs. The aching void inside you is quickly replaced by the warmth of her tongue. She's devouring you as if she was a starving woman. At first, it's just your folds, but then she starts sucking on your clit. She's much more determined now—almost aggressive.

That's it, you think. You'll go over the edge any second.

You can feel your legs trembling, Ellie prevents them from closing, holding both your left and right leg apart.

Your fingers tangle in her hair again, scratching at her neck and jaw.

You don’t care about any sounds you make anymore. Your moans are raw, coming straight from your core.

Then it happens, like a snap. 

You're coming, all over her face—a moaning scream of her name following it.

 Your whole body tenses, the feeling overwhelming. 

You can feel the heat filling every limb in your body.

Ellie keeps your legs open, helping you ride out your orgasm on her tongue.

You collapse hard onto the ground underneath. You try to steady your heavy breaths as Ellie climbs up your body. She kisses you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

You don’t waste any more time, immediately sitting up with her and flipping her onto her back. You slide a knee between her legs, allowing her to grind against it through her boxers.

Dampness coats your naked knee, but you couldn't care less. 

You're already planting kisses on her neck, then collarbones, then her chest. You start sucking on one of her warm nipples, taking care of the other with your fingers.

She starts whimpering above your head, and hearing that drives you crazy.

You can’t wait anymore. Your hands have already found their way to her boxers, pulling them down her legs. Your hands move to her waist, and you position yourself in front of her. Some unexplainable thing inside you makes you want to taste her immediately.

You look up at her—she’s watching you, mouth agape, cheeks flushed even redder.

You focus on her pussy and pleasure entirely, licking her up and down. She tastes sweet—you swear you could eat her out for hours.

Then, your competitive streak awakens. You want to show her you’re better than she was, better than anyone she’s ever been with before.

You dip two fingers inside her, curling them. You lick and suck at her clit, and she starts writhing underneath you.

You feel her clench around your fingers. Her legs try to close around your head, but you don’t let them. You keep them open with your other hand.

Ellie can’t handle it anymore—she snaps and comes, coating your fingers and mouth with her warm juices. Her whole body tenses as a deep-throated moan of your name escapes her lips.

You help her ride it out with your tongue for a little longer before her body, defeated, collapses onto the ground.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lay down next to her. She lays with her eyes closed, trying to steady her breath, her chest rising and falling faster than she can control.

You rest your hand on her chest.

"Ellie… What have we done?" you ask after a moment of silence, broken only by your restless breathing.

"I don’t fucking—God, do you always have to ask questions?" She hides her face in her hands. You expect her to be frustrated, but when she puts them down, she’s smiling. You hear a chuckle. "I don’t regret anything, though."

"You better not." You smile too, your fingers on her jaw turning her face toward you as you plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Because I don’t."

You look into her eyes—piercing green irises staring right into yours.

You bite your upper lip. "What do we do now?"

"For fuck’s sake, I don’t want to hear any more questions." She starts to laugh. "For starters, I think hiding all this weed would be helpful… and probably, we should get decent."

You look around. Right. Your bodies moving all over the blanket made quite a mess. You didn’t pay much attention to it earlier, but now someone’s got to clean it up.

"Ellie… Did you just… do all of that to me because of the weed?"

“...”

"Y/n, you’re such an idiot sometimes."

You start getting dressed.

"Let me help you with that." Ellie clasps your bra from behind, looking for any excuse to touch your skin one more time. She helps you put on your top and smooths out your hair. You catch her staring at your face a few times.

But when you reach for your pants, you realize something.

"Where are my panties?"

"I guess they got lost somewhere in the grass… I wouldn’t bother looking for them," she says with a wicked grin.

"Maybe… Wait, Ellie," a realization crosses your mind, "you did not steal them, right?"

"What?" She tries to act outraged. "I would nev—me? I’m not some sick pervert, pfft."

Yeah, right. She doesn’t sound very believable.

But… the vision of Ellie with your panties alone in her room convinces you that maybe you don’t need them back that badly.

You see Ellie struggling to put on her sports bra, and you quickly help her.

"Are you still wearing my hoodie?" she asks.

"I’m a little cold," you respond with a grin.

"Thought I warmed you up enough?" You can feel her hands travel down to your waist.

"Hmm… guess we’ll need another round soon." You steal one more kiss before it’s time for you to go. When you kiss her softly, you can feel her smiling against your lips.

As you start walking back toward the camp, you keep her close. For a moment, you internally debate whether you should… Fuck it. You grab her hand. And she squeezes it back.

"You know, even though we had sex, I still hate you." You don’t even really mean it, but you want to tease her a little.

"Yeah, right. I’ll ask you to say that again when you’re moaning my name like crazy, just like a moment ago…"

A few moments pass in silence. Then, she speaks again, her voice softer than before. "Hey… earlier, did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" you ask, turning slightly to face her.

"That you don’t regret it."

You stare at her, surprised she’s even asking. "Of course. Did you?"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Did I look like I regretted it?"

You chuckle. "No, you looked like you were having the time of your life."

"Damn right." She smirks, then suddenly, her expression softens. "But, uh… you know this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, right? I like you, I really do." She adds, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Your heart skips a beat. You try to play it cool, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? You think you can keep up with me?"

Ellie lets out a breathy laugh. "Oh… You have no idea."

It’s another sunny day at camp. Since the night you and Ellie finally confessed your feelings—and, well, had sex—you’ve been inseparable. You didn’t go out of your way to show off your relationship, but even though you thought you were being subtle, everyone knew. After all, the two biggest enemies in the whole summer camp suddenly sneaking off together and acting all cuddly? It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out.

Today was just another day of camp activities. For some reason, Ellie had really insisted on the tandem kayaking session. And now here you were—stuck in a plastic boat in the middle of the lake. The sun was relentless, beating down on everything beneath it, but Ellie made sure to keep you cool, splashing water on you every few minutes. How thoughtful.

"We have 45 minutes left! Each pair should try paddling to that big red buoy over there, alright?" the instructor calls out.

You turn to look at Ellie, and she’s already staring at you, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Ellie, why did you even want to do this kayaking thing?"

"Stop whining, Y/N," she says with a grin. She always manages to have fun, no matter what. "Just paddle. It’s not that much work..."

You roll your eyes but actually start dipping your oar into the water.

"See that shady spot over there? Let’s take a break, yeah?" You look at her with hope in your eyes.

You both finally manage to paddle your way to a shaded nook beneath a tree, right next to a small island. But, of course, Ellie wouldn’t be Ellie if she didn’t start splashing you with water the moment you get there.

"You’re such a dork!" You won’t let her win that easily. Grinning, you splash her back with your paddle, sending water flying between you.

"Idiot!" Ellie gasps dramatically, reaching out to splash you with her hand—making the kayak sway.

"No, stop! We’re gonna fall!" You grab the edges of the kayak for stability, but seeing your panicked reaction only encourages her. She rocks the kayak even more, cackling.

"I’m serious, Ellie!"

And then, with one last mischievous push—she tips it too far.

There’s a split second of weightlessness before the water swallows you whole. A cold shock rushes through your body as you resurface, gasping. The lake ripples around you, Ellie still in the boat, laughing her ass off.

"Oh, you think that’s funny?" you challenge, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

Before she can react, you grab onto the edge of the kayak and yank.

Ellie lets out a surprised shriek as she topples in after you. The splash is huge, and when she emerges, her wet hair sticks to her face, freckles glistening under the sunlight. She looks utterly ridiculous—and completely adorable.

The water is shallower than you thought, allowing you to stand. Ellie quickly lunges at you, knocking you back down into the lake, both of you landing with another splash. She stays like that for a moment, her body pressed against yours, her face buried in your neck as she laughs. Droplets trickle from her hair onto your skin, but you don’t care—you’re both drenched anyway.

You roll together in the water, eventually washing up onto the small island. You feel the sand and scattered leaves beneath your back as Ellie hovers over you.

She plants lazy, lingering kisses on your neck.

"Oh my God, I can’t believe my girlfriend is suuuuch an idiot," she teases, her breath warm against your skin.

Wait.

"Girlfriend?"

Ellie freezes. She looks up at you, eyebrows raised. "What? I mean… we spend shitloads of time together."

"That doesn’t mean we’re officially girlfriends, though," you point out, your expression serious.

Ellie blinks. "It doesn’t?" A flicker of doubt crosses her face.

"...”

“Does that mean you don’t want to be with me? Do you even like me? Because, shit, I like you. I even sometimes feel like I like you too much." A torrent of words pours from Ellie’s mouth.

"What? Oh my God, of course I want to be with you—I just… I want to hear you say it."

Ellie squints at you, trying to decipher your expression. "Say what exactly?"

"Ask me to be yours. Officially."

She exhales through her nose, shaking her head with a smile before taking your hand and helping you to your feet. She leads you to the dry land, then turns to you with a ridiculously serious expression—like she’s about to deliver a life-changing speech. You try your hardest not to laugh, but deep down, you know this moment matters.

Ellie takes a deep breath. "Will you, Y/N…-can I be your girlfriend?"

There she is—your girl, your Ellie. Not the nonchalant act she's trying to pull off in front of everyone else. Her hands are slightly trembling, flushed cheeks and a nervous lip bite. You look at her face, purposely waiting a few seconds to tease her and build suspense, she starts chewing her lip with more force. She looks like a lost puppy, and it’s almost too much.

"Of course you can be my girlfriend, idiot. And for the record, yes, I like you. And sometimes I feel like I like you too much too."

A wave of relief washes over her face—like she hadn’t been sure you’d say yes. When, really, you would do anything for her. You squeeze her hand.

She wastes no time before pressing her lips to yours. This kiss is different. Slower, deeper. Her warm tongue teases your lower lip before you part for her.

You feel her hands slide down your back—then lower, squeezing your butt.

"Is this okay?" she whispers, voice rough.

You nod, breathless. "Of course, babe."

Her shirt is wet, nipples are poking through. Oh, she's needy. You start drawing small circles over them through the wet material, but she's already getting on her knees after finally managing to take your shorts off along with your panties.

You start wondering if her folds are just as wet as her shirt— but a loud voice interrupts.

"All lost pairs, report back immediately!"

You both freeze.

Shit.

You scramble to get decent, giving Ellie one last peck on the cheek before rushing back to the kayak.

"What the hell happened to you two?" someone asks as you return, soaked and breathless.

You exchange a glance with Ellie, barely suppressing your grins.

"Wouldn’t you like to know."

A few hours later, now dry and clean, you sit with Ellie on the dock, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. She’s holding your hand.

A strange feeling creeps up on you—nostalgia. Nostalgia about this summer. It’s stupid because you’re still here, at the camp, but you can’t shake the thought of time slipping away.

You think about everything—how much you resisted coming to camp, how much you hated it at first, how it all led to this. To Ellie. To the friends you made. To something that feels… real.

"I’m glad we have each other, you know?" you murmur, glancing at Ellie’s soft features.

She looks at you, something unreadable in her green eyes. Then she squeezes your hand.

"I’m glad I have you."

“You know, there’s no such thing as liking someone too much, when it comes to you. Shit, you deserve all the love in the world.” Ellie’s trying to be romantic, she’s way too adorable. “I’ve liked you since I saw you.”

You look into her eyes, how is this even possible? You remember all the times she’s been insufferable when it came to you… This girl is too strange, you probably won’t ever understand her, you chuckle.

“Remember when you said that ‘I don’t get it’, when I said you were a bitch?” 

“Oh it’s… I think I was so horrible to you because I was afraid of getting hurt, you know? I was afraid I’d get too close, too attached and abandoned as a result…” Ellie looks somewhere into the greenish lake water, lost in thought.

“That’s not how you should proceed with your fears. You’ve hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” She takes your hand “I know it now, and I’m glad you were the one to show me what’s the right way to cope with my fucked up mind. Forgive me?”

“I always will.”

You close your eyes and sigh contentedly.

Funny how the camp you never wanted to come to turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to you. And bring you the best people.

THE END.

So, this series is finally over and I want to thank every single one of you who supported me during the proccess of writing it! I received lots messages from u, all the likes and follows, comments, really do appreciate it!! love u all

Right now I probably won't be writing any series (i cant ever get myself to finish them.....), but expect some shorter blurbs... I could even write some blurbs related to this series? i feel like those two would quickly escalate from quite gentle sex to rlly wild stuff as their relationship would continue, butttt let's keep that in the future for now also, id love to write some blurb ab the summer coming to an end and them leaving the camp, js emotional stuff

im sorry for being inactive for such a long time, its crazy how much has changed since i published the previous parts and crazy how many of u kept asking me about the series!!! it means the world to me

so, i hope you enjoyed the series!!

[elliesfavbae]

hii! sorry to bother u but when is the last part of the ellie x reader summer camp thing coming out? I hope u r alright<3

okay i know ive already said im working on it buttt i totally lost motivation to write BUT im having winter break rn so im planning on finishing the story😭

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hii hope everything is better with you and your family! Just wanted to ask how are you and say i miss your writing! Hope you’re well :)

thanks for reaching out, well its been a difficult month for me but lately things are starting to get better, and im slowly getting back to writing. you can expect the 5th chapter, the final one, of the summer camp series soon!!

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Summer camps and dead mouses, Part 4

Summer camp with enemy to lovers Ellie Williams.

part 1, part 2, part 3, final part (5)

synopsis: Your so called enemy at the summer camp is totally messing with your head. Once she's the most angry person in the world, the other time she's quiet. You don't know what to think anymore.

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

wc: 4500???

warnings: use of y/n, swearing obv, usage of alcohol, reader gets slightly drunk, usage of weed, reader gets high, not proofread! lmk if there are any mistakes

Abby? Y/n?” A furious voice suddenly reaches your ears. You and Abby quickly look up, startled, and you instinctively jump away from her.

It's Ellie.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is loud, and her jaw is clenched, anger visibly coursing through her veins. So now Ellie decides to talk to you? Just great.

“I— What…” You stammer, not sure what to say, but the blonde next to you speaks up before you can continue.

“It’s none of your business, Ellie,” Abby sighs, trying to stay calm. “I thought we’d already talked this through.”

“Yeah, we did, but I also know you're bad news for any girl you touch.” Ellie steps closer, now dangerously near you. Abby and you are still sitting on the bench, but Ellie’s looming presence makes you tense.

“Well, you didn’t have any problem with me flirting with girls a year ago,” Abby retorts, standing up. You follow her movements, standing beside her.

“And what’s up with you anyway?” you finally burst out, unable to hold back. “You hated me when we first met, then you turned into some silent lamb who couldn’t even say a word to me. And now, what? We’re back to square one? Is this some kind of cycle?” The words spill out, and it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders. Finally, you’re confronting her.

You study her face closely. Ellie doesn’t speak right away. For a moment, her expression softens, a flicker of sadness in her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by anger.

“I tried to give you space, that’s why I didn’t talk to you,” she finally says, though it sounds ridiculous coming from her.

“I don’t believe you,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “You love bothering me.”

“Whatever. Mrs. Garcia asked for you.” Ellie dismisses you, focusing on Abby as if she doesn’t even exist. Maybe Mrs. Garcia really does want to talk to you, so you start walking towards the gap in the bushes, the one you came through earlier.

“See you later?” Abby asks, sitting back down on the bench.

“Sure,” you reply quickly, not looking at her anymore. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Ellie hadn’t shown up.

“So where’s Mrs. Garcia?” you ask, glancing around but seeing no sign of her. Ellie looks at you, her confusion clear for a split second before she quickly masks it.

“Right… her. Maybe it wasn’t that important after all. I swear she was just here…” That’s when you realize Ellie was lying. Obviously. But why? Did she see you with Abby and decide to intervene? That doesn’t add up, though. Abby mentioned Ellie was fine with her dating other girls last year. Maybe Ellie just doesn’t want to see her “enemy” happy—unless it’s on her terms?

Before you can voice your thoughts, you realize Ellie is already gone. Great. Now she’ll probably do everything she can to make your life hell, just like she did at the beginning.

You head back to your room, sighing as you enter. Olivia is on the bed, animatedly telling the other roommates a story that has them captivated, only occasionally interrupted by a loud “What?!” or “No way!”

That is, until the old wooden floor creaks under your step. Everyone turns to see you.

“Hey Y/n! Where’ve you been? We were just getting to the best part!” someone exclaims.

“I was with Abby…” You clear your throat, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “It wasn’t like that! I mean… we just went to that spot in the bushes—”

“Come here and spill! We need every detail!” someone interrupts, and you walk closer, taking a seat on one of the beds.

“Okay, from the beginning. After dinner, she came up to me, and we started talking—”

“Wait, I didn’t know you liked Abby!” another voice cuts in.

“No, I don’t—it’s not like that, okay?” you say, hiding your face in your hands. “I just… I didn’t realize what she meant when she suggested going into The Bushes. And by the time I did, it was too late; we were already there. She sat closer, touched my hair, and that’s when Ellie barged in—”

“What?!”

“Shh, let her finish,” Olivia says, cutting in.

“Yeah, so Ellie comes in, and she’s pissed as hell, swearing every other word,” you continue. Leah, sitting next to you, looks like she wants to say something but holds back. “But this time, she was furious. She dragged me away from Abby and then just disappeared.”

“Wait, so Ellie ignored you for days, and now she’s jealous whenever you get close to anyone?” someone asks.

“I mean, I don’t think she was jealous…” you mutter, feeling your cheeks flush again.

“Bro, she totally was. I think we’re all thinking the same thing,” Olivia chimes in, glancing around at the others. “It’s obvious she has feelings for either you or Abby.”

“What? No way. The only feeling she has for me is hatred,” you scoff. “And Abby and her are over. Abby dated other girls last year.”

“So how do you explain her behavior?”

“She just doesn’t want her enemy getting close to anyone unless she’s the one in control.”

“It’s not that complicated. Don’t overthink it.”

“Please, I don’t want to hear any more theories,” you groan. You don’t even want to consider the possibility of Ellie having feelings for you. You doubt she’s capable of feeling anything other than hatred.

The girls let the topic drop, and you sigh in relief. Olivia quickly returns to her gossip, and you soon find yourself engrossed in stories about various dramas at the camp, many involving people you didn’t even know existed.

That evening’s activity is a themed dance party, though the theme remains a mystery until the assembly. You’re given some free time to get ready.

“It’s crazy! Only twenty minutes to get ready for a party?!” you all storm into your cabin, rushing to put together the best outfit for the party’s theme—Glow-in-the-Dark.

Well, that doesn’t sound too exciting. You’re told to wear neon-colored clothes—great, like you had any. You settle on an all-white outfit, hoping it’ll reflect the light well enough. You choose a white top and a long white skirt, and Emma from your room helps you with your hair. You finish with light makeup and white eyeliner.

You all assemble again and head toward the sports hall.

“Y/n, aren’t you excited?” Olivia asks when she notices you’re the only one not joining in the conversation.

“I mean… I’d be more excited if I were thirteen,” you chuckle. “I think we’re a bit too old for this.” You love partying, just not when it involves wearing neon and dancing in a sports hall.

“Trust me, the parties here are actually good,” she nudges you playfully. “Come on, you’ll like it!” Her enthusiasm brings a smile to your face.

“You really think so?” you giggle, and Olivia nods. As you approach the hall, you can hear the loud music and see people crowding inside. The windows are covered with something pitch black, adding to the mystery.

Every step closer, the crowd thickens around you.

“Look, they’re giving out glow sticks!” Emma comes up to you, helping you put a few around your wrists and one around your ankle. “Looks cute.”

You finally enter the hall. The first thing you notice is the stuffy air and the floor vibrating from the loud music. People bump into you as you try to move further inside without losing your friends, which is almost impossible in the blacked-out room. The only light comes from glow sticks and the occasional par can or strobe light. The music is blaring.

When you feel you’re far enough in, you let go of your friends and start dancing. You have to admit, Olivia was right. It’s much better than you expected. The darkness gives you the confidence to let loose, and soon you’re jumping and swinging your head along with the beat. After a few minutes, you’re already feeling overheated and decide you need a break. You look around for your friends, but they’re nowhere in sight. You shrug internally and start making your way to the exit.

It takes a good ten minutes of navigating through sweaty bodies before you finally find the door and step outside.

Outside the hall, people are sitting on benches, sipping water from cups and gathering energy for more dancing. You approach a large water cooler, filling a cup. The cold water is a welcome relief.

You spot Emma talking to some girls on a nearby bench and head over to say hi.

“Y/n, hi! Come sit with us!” Emma greets you with a smile. You sit next to a girl in a blue tank top who you don’t recognize. Almost immediately, she rests her head on your shoulder and giggles. You’re a bit surprised until you realize something.

“Has she been drinking?” you whisper to Emma, trying to keep it discreet.

“What do you think is in those cups?” Emma chuckles, offering you a cup. “Have a sip.”

You giggle and take a sip. You flinch as the burning sensation of vodka hits your throat.

“So, you’re just casually drinking vodka with water?” you whisper, smirking.

“Yeah, Jason got us some, but there isn’t much. These cups are all we got… But if you want some, I think Katie has already had enough.” She grabs the cup from the girl in the blue top and hands it to you. “Just… don’t act suspicious, alright? You know, if someone finds out about this, we’re super fucked. I trust you, though.”

To be honest, it sounds quite ridiculous that some Jason brought straight vodka to a summer camp. Fuck it, you down the liquid as fast as possible to avoid the awful taste; you even chug water after, but it’s not the best chaser. You don’t know how much alcohol exactly was in that cup, but after a few minutes, everything starts to sound ten times funnier than before. After a minute of straight-up giggling, Emma tells you to act normal, and you remember now to be careful.

You decide it’s time to go back to the party. You take one of the girls sitting on the bench with you, and you both enter the building. The vibrations from the music hit you again, and you start dancing along with the girl.

You’re swinging your head, and your vision goes blurry. All you see are fast-moving lights from the party or the fluorescent sticks. All of the people are bumping into each other, including you, and one of them pushes you so hard you’re just about to trip when someone’s steady hands land on your waist. You can feel their firm grip, but they don’t let go once you steady yourself, and you take it as a sign to dance with them.

Normally, if you were fully sober, you don’t know if you would’ve done such a thing, but the alcohol has made you much more courageous. You start swaying your hips, your back still facing that person. Their hands start to slightly guide your waist from side to side, to the rhythm of the music.

You feel they got closer, their stomach touches your back, and their head is right behind yours. You don’t even think about what you’re doing anymore. You tilt your head slightly to the side, and you can feel the person’s head leaning into your neck.

They plant a gentle kiss on it; it makes you giggle. Even though the room is filled with the scent of sweat and that typical smell of a fog machine, you can still smell the mysterious person’s scent. It smells like leather, a little earthy too. Is there also a hint of some male perfume? You don’t have time to think about it any longer, though, because before you know it, the person pulls away and takes their hands off your body.

You quickly turn around, trying to spot the person whose body was hugging yours just a second ago, but it’s too dark. You only see dark silhouettes of dancing people combined with the fake fog.

“Who was that?!” someone screams in your ear. You turn around to see it’s the girl from the bench you brought here.

“I have no fucking idea!” you yell loud enough for her to hear through the music and people’s voices. You look at the girl; your faces are very close to each other, close enough to see her facial expressions even through the dim lighting. She looks confused at first, but after a second, she bursts out laughing, and so do you. You keep dancing and brush off any thoughts. Even if you had any left, the music is so loud it would have silenced them all.

Your legs start to hurt again after a while, and eventually, the girl you were dancing with drags you out of the building.

You spend the rest of the evening talking and laughing with your friends. Coming back to your cabin, you can spot many couples cuddling, hiding among the bushes, trying to escape from people's prying eyes. You remember one particular couple. It’s Ellie and some girl. Maybe they’re not cuddling, but the girl is sitting way too close, talking to the auburn-haired girl, and her smile is a little bit too wide for it to be just friendly. But you don’t care, right? You totally don’t care.

Fuck it. Why does Ellie get to flirt with other girls while you can’t even talk to Abby for more than five minutes?

“Hey guys, you can go to the cabin without me; I’ll get there late.”

“Okay, see ya.” One of the guys says as they walk away from you, and you stay in place.

You turn around to see the girl is now brushing a strand of hair behind Ellie’s ear. Just like Abby did to you earlier. Without thinking much, you come closer.

“Ellie,” your voice doesn’t sound too calm, but not really furious either.

Ellie quickly turns her face away and looks at you. “What do you want? I’m busy.” Actually, why are you even here? What did you want to tell her? Suddenly you regret ever speaking up.

“I just- What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Wha-” You don’t let Ellie finish.

“You don’t want to leave me and Abby in peace, meanwhile you’re flirting with some fucking random girl? You’re such a hypocrite.”

“I don’t wanna be dragged into this.” The mentioned ‘fucking random girl’ gets up from the bench and walks away.

“Great! See what you’ve done? You just scared her away!” Ellie looks at you; she’s still sitting on the wooden plank, and you’re standing in front of her.

“You’ve done the same to me and Abby.”

“I told you, the counselor wanted to talk to you…” Ellie’s gaze suddenly avoids yours.

“Bullshit.” You don’t believe any of her excuses. “I know you’re still jealous of Abby. And you’re being such an asshole if you’re flirting with others at the same time.”

Ellie sighs and grabs her nose bridge in frustration. “Me and Abby are done. It’s not about her. And even if it was, it wouldn’t be any of your business, understood?”

“Whatever.” You sigh and walk away, feeling defeated. You can’t help but think of the mistake you just made. Did you really do that for Abby? There’s a specific feeling deep inside of you… It’s so little, almost nonexistent. And it’s not pleasant either. Did you just feel a sting of jealousy seeing Ellie with someone else? A super tiny one, but still. Where did this even come from? After all, you hate her.

Maybe a little part of you subconsciously believed what your friend implied earlier; that Ellie has feelings for you.

No, no fucking way. You quickly push that thought away. You feel disgusted even considering it.

You take a deep breath and open the door to your room. The light is off, everyone already tucked in their beds, all of them exhausted from the dance. You are too, but once you take a shower and tuck yourself under the soft duvet, suddenly you can’t sleep. You’re tossing from side to side.

“Can’t sleep?” You hear a voice from the bed next to you; you almost jump out of your skin. Relax, it’s just Olivia.

“Yeah…” you whisper back. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure.” Olivia gets up from her bed, slips her feet into slippers, and you follow her actions. After a second, you find yourself on the balcony outside your room.

“So what is it?” The lighting is poor, the only source of it is the Moon, but you can still see Olivia’s penetrating gaze on you.

“So, well… I told you earlier that Ellie interrupted me and Abby, right?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“So, I just ran into Ellie sitting with some random girl exactly how I was with Abby.”

“What? You mean, like, super close?”

“Exactly, like I swear if I was there a minute later they’d have been already making out.”

“What! That’s actually so hypocritical of Ellie. If I were you, I’d have totally jumped them.” Olivia’s eyes widen in shock, then her expression turns into anger.

“Well, that’s what I did. I called her out, and she got super pissed off.” You sigh at the memory.

“What? She’s impossible…”

“I just wanted to ask… would you have done the same?”

“Call her out? Of course, she’s such a bitch.” Olivia snorts. “Why do you even ask?”

“I don’t know.” Of course, you know. You look at the view from the balcony. The dimly lit trees below you are swinging slightly from side to side due to the wind. From time to time, you can see one of the counselors’ flashlights in the distance.

Maybe you’ve just imagined it. You don’t have a crush on Ellie, and everyone would’ve done the same thing you did. You sigh with relief this time and feel the cold breeze hitting your arms, realizing you’re cold.

“Wanna go back inside?” You ask, and when Olivia nods, you hold the door for her. You silently crawl back into your beds and whisper ‘goodbye’ to each other before falling asleep.

It’s the next day. It starts like every other day here: assembly, breakfast, assembly. When you’re picking the activities for the day, a sharp pain hits your stomach.

Fuck, did you just get your period?

You try to finish the picking as quickly as possible. After you’re done, you almost run to your room. Normally, you wouldn’t be so dramatic, but you wore white pants today.

You lock yourself in the bathroom and… it’s not your period. Alright. Maybe you’ve eaten something bad at breakfast? 

Leaving the bathroom, you feel the ache pass; maybe it was just a bad moment. But no more than 5 seconds later, you feel the pain come back twice as strong.

You’re practically writhing in pain, crawling into your bed. When you’re there, the other girls come into the room.

“Hey Y/n. Are you okay?” Olivia comes up to you, concerned.

“Yeah I—my stomach hurts so bad. I don’t think I’ll be able to participate in anything today…”

“Wait, I’ve got painkillers somewhere in here…” Your friend picks up her bag and searches for a while, finally finding what she was looking for and hands you the medicine.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you say with a smile of relief. You take the pill, but it doesn’t work right away, obviously. The first activity is just about to start, but you feel too weak to even get out of bed. You ask your friends to tell the counselor what’s going on instead.

After a while, they leave the room, and you’re left alone with the pain. Fortunately, you feel the pain pill starting to work. One of the counselors even comes in to check on you, but when they realize it’s nothing serious, they let you spend the day in bed and leave you alone.

For the first 20 minutes, you spend in terrible pain, but it gets better with time. You even start to think it’s something serious, but eventually, the pain is gone. The activities have barely started, but you don’t want to join them even though you feel better now; the bed seems too comfortable.

You stay like this for a while, lying with your eyes closed, hoping to take a nap. But after a while, you realize you’re unable to. You carefully get out of bed, slowly, so you don’t bring the ache back. You leave the room, not even knowing where to go. You just wander around the camp. As you’re walking, you notice an entrance to the woods. It’s still on camp’s terrain; somewhere inside, there is a fence, but it still looks like a big area. You realize you’ve never been here since the camp started, so you decide to explore.

You’re following the main path, but it eventually comes to an end, and the forest continues. You start following a trail of trampled grass, wondering where it might lead. A few minutes into your journey, you smell something. It’s a strong herbal scent, a bit pungent.

What the hell? Are you smelling weed? Yeah, it’s definitely it. You swiftly turn around and are ready to walk away, because you never know who’s out here and you doubt anyone from the camp would be smoking deep in the woods, but someone’s words reach your ears.

“Who’s that?” You hear a raspy voice, a bit pretentious too. And you recognize it immediately. You even feel your heart skip a beat, but you tell yourself it’s because the voice took you by surprise, totally no other reason.

“Where are you?”

“Good, you’re not a counselor.” You hear a sigh of relief. You hear the rustle of the bushes and eventually a head sticks out of them. Of course, it’s Ellie. And when she realizes it’s you, her smile drops, but just for a second before she starts giggling.

Oh, she’s definitely high. She grabs your hand and brings you into the bushes. You don’t even have time to react before you’re there, with an old blanket, a string bag on it, a journal, and a half-finished joint.

“What the fuck is this—” “What are you doing here?” You both speak at the same time.

“Well, I was just relaxing a bit,” Ellie says, a smug smirk glued to her lips.

“I can tell.” You sigh and sit down on the blanket.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“I was just wandering around,” That’s the truth.

“I went like super fucking deep into the woods. There’s no way you’re here just because you were walking around.”

“I didn’t even get that far from the main path.” You look at Ellie, but she seems too deep inside her own world, looking at the clouds. “Whatever…” You sigh and look at the journal next to you. You pick it up, and Ellie doesn’t even say a word; she probably hasn’t noticed. You look at the page on top; there’s an unfinished drawing that looks like a female body. Suddenly, the notebook gets ripped out of your hands.

“This belongs to me,” a sharp voice interrupts you, “I was trying to draw… someone, but I think I got too high.” Ellie’s back to that mellow state. “I don’t know, man, this shit’s stronger than I thought.”

“What are you even doing, smoking at the camp?! You know they could kick you out.”

“They could if someone found out, but no one knows.”

“I do know.” A few days ago, you would’ve snitched, but today, something’s holding you back. You look at Ellie, her eyes wide in shock when the power of your words hits her stoned brain.

“So are you telling on me? Kicking me out of the camp?”

You stay silent for a while, thinking.

“Hm…” You want to say no, but first, you want to see how she will react, tease her a little.

“I mean, it would have been a perfect opportunity for you, right? You’d get me kicked out, never see me again, and probably cause me some problems with the law, too. Perfect revenge after I was such an ass.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you look at her, “but I’m not a monster.” You reach for the half-finished joint and put it to your lips.

“Pass me the lighter.” You reach your hand towards her, and she throws you the object. You light the end of the joint and inhale the smoke. You hold it in your lungs for a few seconds before exhaling with a cough.

“Fuck, it is indeed strong.” You’re still coughing, even tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You take another drag before putting it down. A while passes, and you start to feel it—warmth traveling from your legs, through your stomach, finally arriving at your head. Everything around you starts to feel so much funnier, even Ellie’s face. You start laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Ellie asks with the smug smirk on her face.

“You are.” You’re expecting an outburst of anger, but instead, you meet with a laugh. For a second, you forget about the mutual hatred you’re feeling. But then you remember again.

“You know,” Ellie’s face turns to you, “if you weren’t such a bitch, you could actually be cool.” Fuck. Why are you being so nice? You don’t want to be nice to her.

“If you weren’t such a bitch, I think we could actually get along.” Ellie answers back.

“What? You were the one who started!”

“No, I wasn’t.” She was.

A few minutes of silence pass by as everyone is deep in their thoughts. Suddenly, you feel the wind on your skin; it’s starting to get colder, and you get goosebumps. Ellie notices it too, looks at you, then takes off her hoodie and gives it to you.

“You look cold.”

Wow, it’s the first time she’s done something nice for you. It must be the weed, though. You take the hoodie from her, and as you’re struggling to pull it over your head, you can feel its scent. It smells like it’s been sprayed with a decent amount of male perfume; you smell leather too.

What…

That’s the exact same scent the mysterious person had yesterday when they kissed you at the party.

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authors note: recently I've faced a family tragedy, I'm leaving tomorrow for 2 weeks and won't be able to write there. So the next chapter is coming in at least 2/3 weeks😓😓

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Summer camps and dead mouses, Part 3 series

Summer camp with enemy to lovers Ellie Williams.

part 1, part 2, part 4, final part (5)

synopsis: You went to a summer camp for the first time. Among many people, you've met someone who seems to hate you - her name is Ellie Williams. Suddenly, she starts to avoid you completely. What happened?

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

warnings: use of y/n, Ellie is a bitch, swearing

note: sorry it took me so long to post this! I didn’t have my laptop with me while I was away and returned literally yesterday

wc:3500

About fifteen people are gathered in a circle with a bottle in the middle. You look up; the dark sky peeks through the gaps in the trees. It’s a cloudless night, with stars twinkling brilliantly above. Since you’re deep in the woods, far from any cities, the sky is a stunning tapestry of stars. It’s so different from the view you have back at home in the city.

Your reflections are interrupted by a deep voice. “Quiet, everyone! Let’s start the game.”

The person who just spoke is the first to spin the bottle. He’s a boy around your age, wearing a simple beige t-shirt and light jeans that are pretty worn out and dirty at the bottom. He reaches out to touch the bottle and spins it. The glass revolves for a few seconds before it lands on a girl. You try to make out her features in the dim light of a few flashlights, but it’s hard to tell if you know her. You don’t think you’ve met her before. Does it even matter?

Since it’s the first round, the pair is quite shy about making the first move, but the girl’s friends push her toward the boy, and they finally muster enough courage to connect their lips. It’s a simple kiss, a peck even, but that’s enough to make the crowd cheer.

You cringe at the thought that every round of this game might be like this. Half of us are probably adults already or at least 17. You start to regret playing this childish game.

You scan the faces around you, trying to read their expressions, when your eyes land on Ellie. The second you look at her, she quickly turns her head in the opposite direction. Was she looking at you? You quickly push the thought away. No, why would she? Especially after claiming many times that she hates you. She was probably looking at someone next to you, or something.

The girl on whom the bottle landed spins it again. It lands on another boy, whom you recognize from archery yesterday. The boy spins the bottle once more, and it lands on a different boy, one you don’t know.

“Wait, what?” You whisper to Olivia next to you. You don’t understand what just happened. What are the rules?

“You’ve never played before? One of the people who just kissed spins the bottle. Once it stops, the person for the next round is picked. Then, that person spins the bottle to find a pair for themselves,” she explains quietly. “Get it now?”

To be honest, you’re not entirely sure you understand, but you’ll catch on. You nod.

You miss the moment when the previously picked people kiss. One of them spins the bottle, and it lands on a blonde, muscular girl. Wait, you know her—it’s Abby. She’s wearing the same braid she had before.

“Alright.” Abby reaches out to spin the glass bottle. The material catches the light, casting shimmering reflections around it. It spins for a while before it begins to slow down. You’re sure it’s going to land on your friend on your left, but it turns a little more and lands on you.

“Y/n,” Abby says with the same friendly smile she gave you while rock climbing. ‘So she remembers me,’ you think.

You shift closer to her, feeling everyone’s gaze fixed on the both of you. You try to return the smile she’s offering as you both lean in. You close your eyes when you’re close enough, and she’s the first to press her lips to yours.

Her lips are surprisingly smooth and soft. You feel her kiss your upper lip, so you mirror the motion with her lower one. You catch a hint of vanilla in her scent. The moment is brief, though. She pulls away quickly, and you follow suit. You try to sneak glances at the people around you to gauge their reactions. Some cheer, some laugh—not in a mean way. One reaction stands out, though. It’s Ellie, her face filled with… anger? Her face muscles are tense, her jaw clenched, and she’s definitely looking directly at you. You don’t have much time to analyze as a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n, spin the bottle.” You reach for the cold glass. You spin it, but you no longer care where it lands.

Your mind returns to Ellie. What was that about? You definitely didn’t just imagine her anger. Maybe she was jealous of Abby?

“Damn.” Olivia laughs quietly.

“Did you see how Ellie looked at me?” you whisper back.

“That’s what I meant—she looked furious.”

“Yeah, I’ve got no idea why, though.”

“What? You just kissed her ex.” You look at her in disbelief.

“Abby was dating Ellie?” You widen your eyes, and she nods.

“A few years ago, yeah.”

That makes sense. Ellie is still jealous of her ex, and a girl she despises just kissed her. You feel a strange sense of victory—you managed to annoy her without even trying.

You refocus on the game. Abby is once again in the middle, leaning in to kiss another girl. When did this happen? It doesn’t matter. You glance at Ellie, searching for any sign of anger on her face. This time, aside from her usual scowl, she seems completely unbothered. It doesn’t make sense; Abby is kissing someone else again, but there’s no trace of anger from Ellie. You’re utterly confused.

The game continues as if nothing happened until you feel a pressure in your bladder. You look to your right at Olivia, but she’s deeply engrossed in a conversation with a pretty girl by her side. You decide not to interrupt and simply just let her know where you’re going. She nods in understanding.

You get up and head into the dark woods with only a flashlight in hand. Once you can’t hear the chatter, you figure you’re far enough. Unbuckling your pants, you hope not to encounter any animals, let alone people.

You wipe your hands with a wet wipe after you finish, walking back toward your friends. Oddly, you can’t hear anyone anymore, even as you get closer. You’re sure you took the right path. When you reach the circle, everyone has disappeared. It’s clearly the same spot, evidenced by the worn circle on the ground. You flash your light around, searching for anyone. You come closer and nearly jump out of your skin—a figure is lying on the ground. You squint and, to your horror, it’s Ellie.

“Get this shit off my face!” she screams, squinting her eyes. You turn off the flashlight.

“Where is everyone?”

“They went back to the camp.” Even in the darkness, you can sense her disdain. “Why do you care?”

“And why are you still here?”

“And why should I explain myself to you? It’s none of your business.” Her frustration is palpable. She’s so infuriating.

You decide to head back to camp, but you realize you don’t know the way. You stand there, pondering what to do.

“Why are you still here?” Ellie asks again.

“I don’t know how to get back to the camp,” you admit, and you hear Ellie groan.

You hear a quiet “fuck me” before she stands up. You turn your flashlight back on. It seems she’ll accompany you back to camp. She’s holding something in her hand—a sketchbook. You try to look closer and make out a few blurry sketches of a person and a drawing of a night sky.

“Do you draw?” you ask without thinking. Ellie quickly hides the journal behind her back.

“No, I don’t.” She’s clearly lying.

Okay, whatever. It’s a shame, you think. If she weren’t such a bitch for no reason, she could be a pretty cool person. She dresses nicely, you hate to admit it, but she’s actually attractive and seems to have some interesting hobbies.

You walk in silence, just holding your flashlights. You look up at the night sky. The sky remains cloudless, with stars shining brightly. Some are larger, brighter than others. Some are blinking, as if they might extinguish and never be seen again.

The silence between you and Ellie is suffocating. You take a deep breath before speaking. “Look, that red shining dot is Mars. My dad used to teach me some astronomy stuff.”

Ellie actually looks up. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s Antares, not Mars. Mars isn’t even visible in this part of the sky right now. Guess your dad is an amateur.” She says it so nonchalantly, as if she didn’t have to think before speaking.

Mars, Antares, whatever. At least she didn’t tell you to ‘shut the fuck up and never speak to her again’ like she usually does. You decide to pursue the topic. Maybe this conversation could be more than just a few minutes of insults, and besides, you can’t stand the silence.

You didn’t lie—your dad did try to teach you about astronomy, but it was so long ago, you barely remember anything. You try to recall anything he told you about it and speak up again. “Whatever. At least you can see the North Star and the Little Dipper. It’s my favorite star. It’s fascinating that the North Star always stays in the same spot. Did you know it’s one of the brightest stars in the northern sky?” You point to a bright star, pretty sure it’s Polaris. Well, you can’t really see the Little Dipper, but it’s probably somewhere nearby.

“Polaris isn’t in this part of the sky either.” Ellie chuckles, clearly proud of herself. “It’s Spica. Pretty basic stuff. I thought everybody knew that. At least you got the facts right, but if you want to show off, make sure the whole thing is true.”

Her ego is inflated even more than usual. You wish you’d never brought up the topic. What’s worse—and you hate to admit it—is that she seems to know quite a bit about astronomy. Suddenly, Ellie speaks up. She sounds more… lost in her thoughts? 

“My favorite star is Tabby’s star. It’s a big mystery for astronomers. You can’t see it now, but it’s blueish. Some scientists think it might be used by aliens as a source of energy because of its unusual energy drops,” she clears her throat, “I mean, whatever, it’s not like I care about stars.” However, her tone betrays a genuine interest.

And that’s the first time she’s spoken to you for so long without offending you. Wow.

You notice you’re close to the camp gate. You feel relieved—you won’t have to endure Ellie’s presence and self-aggrandizement any longer.

You split up without saying another word.

Finally, you find your roommates, and you don’t bother hiding your annoyance. “Why did you leave me in the woods?!”

“Y/n? Sorry, we thought you’d already left with someone or something,” Leah, a girl from your room, apologizes. 

Right, you didn’t inform the girls from your room about leaving, just Olivia.

“And where’s Olivia?”

“Oh, she’s a little busy with that girl at the moment…” Emma looks suggestively to your left, and as you follow her gaze, you see Olivia clearly flirting with the same girl from earlier. You’ll have to talk to her once she’s done.

“But you’re back in one piece, after all,” Leah says again.

“Yeah, but at what cost?” You dramatically roll your eyes. “Ellie had to walk with me because I didn’t know the way.”

“That’s pretty nice of her, isn’t it?”

“No, I mean yes, but she was being a bitch, as always.”

“Oh, I know. I saw the way she looked at you when you kissed Abby!” So not only you and Olivia noticed!

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t be too thrilled if someone kissed my ex…”

“Abby and Ellie were a couple?” Leah asks, shocked.

“Yeah, why do you think Ellie is acting like such an ass around the main counselor?” Emma continues. “A few years ago, Ellie broke up with Abby. It was a big deal at the camp. Rumor has it Abby cheated on Ellie with a guy—Owen, I think.”

It all makes sense now. You swear the click in your head was so loud it could’ve been heard by everyone. Ellie broke up with Abby, so she wants to get back at her. That’s pretty petty.

“Why does she keep coming back here if that’s what happened?”

“She still has friends here and knows everyone. But honestly, I don’t know either.”

Well, she shouldn’t concern you. You push her out of your mind and try not to think about her again.

You can hear the counselor blowing whistles from afar, and after a few minutes, the camp director announces, “The Treasure Hunt is over,” right, you forgot about the Treasure Hunt, “and the winners are Ryan and Max from the third group. Good job!” The crowd cheers.

You sigh and look around as the counselors line everyone up and start counting heads. A few people are missing, but after a minute or two, they all return from the dark woods accompanied by counselors. Your friends were right—everyone made it back safely. That’s quite impressive.

You walk back to your cabin with your roommates and some other campers, gossiping about everything that happened tonight. When you arrive at your room, everyone is so tired they immediately head to bed, forgetting any pre-sleep chatter.

***

It’s the next morning. When you open your eyes, you remember everything from the night before—Abby, Spin the Bottle, Ellie… You can’t quite explain it, but when Ellie talked about the stars last night, she seemed… different? It’s strange to say, considering she only said a few sentences and managed to offend you in half of them. But it’s like she revealed another side of her to you. She doesn’t seem like the type to discuss nerdy interests, at least not until yesterday.

The day passes like usual. You’ve already been to archery, basketball, and now it’s time for biking. You would never have guessed that biking would be your choice among all the available activities, but Olivia’s convincing made it sound promising. Apparently, if you’re nice enough to the counselor, they might take you to a shop outside of the camp, in the nearest village. Sure, there’s a store on the camp, but its prices are outrageous, and their selection is limited to sugar-free imitations of real food.

You arrive at the bike shed with Olivia. You’re not really focused on your surroundings, too absorbed in laughing at Olivia’s story, until you reach one of the bikes. Just as you’re about to take it, you notice someone else’s hands on it. You look up and, of course, they’re Ellie Williams’. Her auburn hair is tied in a bun, spilling out of her helmet and covering her freckled face.

You brace yourself for another round of insults, but to your surprise, she drops her gaze when your eyes meet, removes her hands from the bike, turns around, and walks away to find another vehicle. The odds of a meteor striking the camp right now seem more likely than this.

For the next minute, you expect her to return and scold you for taking her bike, but nothing happens.

The rest of the activity is uneventful. Instead of visiting the shop, you go to a different spot by the waterfall and take a twenty-minute break to play cards with other campers. Ellie doesn’t join you; she spends the time talking to her friend. She doesn’t even look at you the whole time.

Tonight’s evening activity is team challenges. You’re divided into groups of twelve and compete in various games. You’re lucky to be in a group with some of your friends. Ellie is there too. It’s as if fate insists on you two crossing paths. Except this time, Ellie seems determined to avoid you. She stays out of your way—sitting out the Capture the Flag challenge and Tug-of-War, and then disappearing when she swaps groups with another girl.

You discuss it with Olivia later. “It’s just weird how she went from being a total asshole to suddenly avoiding me!”

“I mean, I’d be happy if I were you. She finally stopped bothering you. Maybe she just got bored of being a bitch?”

That does sound rational. You’re not even sure why you care so much.

“You’re right. I should be glad she finally let it go. But she even hid from me during the challenges today. I mean, she seems to love competing and gloating after winning…”

“Y/n, I don’t want to sound rude, but have you considered that maybe it isn’t about you? Maybe she’s having a bad day, or she’s upset about something else,” Olivia says suddenly. You think about it and feel a little embarrassed. She’s right—the world doesn’t revolve around you. Ellie’s behavior could be due to anything. Maybe that counselor she was flirting with earlier? Or Abby? “You seem like you can’t get her out of your head, though.” Olivia giggles.

“What? No, I totally hate her.” You roll your eyes and join her giggles.

After that, Olivia excuses herself and disappears to meet with that girl from yesterday. Seems like they're practically inseparable since the Treasure Hunt.

You go back to the cabin on your own, where you meet your other friends.

***

Another day passes by. Everything seems normal, Ellie doesn’t bother you anymore. From the meanest bitch you’ve met, she turned into someone who seems afraid to even talk to you. At first, you wonder if anything has happened. No one changes so drastically without a reason. You even ask a person or two if they know what happened, when you realize it’s not your problem. You’re overreacting, she might be just in a bad mood, it’s only been a couple of days.

It's evening already. After a day full of activities, you have hungrily thrown yourself at the pancake plate. You and your roommates are excited for tonight’s evening activity, it’s a bonfire; you can’t wait for the s’mores, singing and gossiping by the bonfire.

You’re leaving the dining hall, when someone runs up to you and pats you on the shoulder.

You turn around and see it’s Abby, smiling as always. You smile when you see her, too.

“Hey y/n, how you doing?” She starts walking next to you, you can feel a faint scent trailing behind her. It’s like a mix of fresh forest air and vanilla, probably it’s her shower gel.

“I can’t wait for the campfire tonight,” you admit.

“Right… That Treasure Hunt night was fun, wasn’t it?” Memories of that night flood your mind again. Looking at Abby, you remember Spin the bottle game, your kiss.

“Yeah, except the fact I had to walk back to the camp with Ellie by my side.” You sigh and look at Abby, her brows furrow a little. Right, you probably shouldn’t have mentioned Ellie to Abby. “God, sorry, I probably shouldn’t be talking about her…”

“What?” Abby seems genuinely confused.

“I mean, you guys seem to still have some unresolved stuff going on…”

“What? No, we’re totally cool now.” Abby laughs it off. Her face is relaxed, she seems to be telling the truth. “Want to sit down?” Abby points in a direction and your gaze follows her finger. She’s pointing at just some overgrown bushes.

“In the bushes?” You don’t understand.

“No, there’s a bench inside,” Abby chuckles. Right, you remember now - it’s the spot Olivia showed you earlier.

“Oooh, right. Sure…” As you walk closer with Abby by your side, you remember the things your friend told you about this spot. Like a romantic hideout or something?

You start wondering if Abby took you here purposely, knowing about this place’s reputation. It’s not like you don’t like Abby… Sure, she’s attractive, kind and stuff, you’re just not interested in her in that way… Maybe she got the wrong idea of you two after the kiss? You probably should tell her what you feel.

You fight your way through the thorny plants and both sit down on the wooden bench.

“So, as I said, me and Ellie are fully over.” When you’re just about to pick up the feelings topic, Abby starts talking. Guess you will have to try another time.

“Are you sure? Because I thought that when we kissed that night, Ellie got, like, super pissed off,”

“Really? I mean, it wasn’t about me, for sure.” Abby shakes her head. Well, if it wasn’t about Abby, then about what? You realize you’re sitting pretty close to Abby. Did she move closer to you? Abby puts her hand up and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Your hair is so pretty,”

When you’re just about to respond, someone comes up to you, their steps are heavy.

“Abby? Y/n?” A familiar voice reaches your ears. Not in a calm tone, though. You quickly jump away from Abby and look up. At first you think it might be Olivia, but it’s someone much more unexpected. It’s Ellie.

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Summer camps and dead mouses, Part 2 SERIES

Summer camp with enemies to lovers Ellie Williams

part 1, part 3, part 4, final part (5)

synopsis: This summer, you go to a summer camp for the first time. You've met so many new people, but one of them stands out for being a total jerk. Unfortunately for you, you run into each other all the time. Is that just a coincidence?

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

warnings: use of y/n, Ellie is still a bitch, swearing

wc:4000

Ellie is crouching ahead, probably tying her shoe, just a few feet in front of you. She hasn’t noticed you yet. You sneak up slowly from behind, almost there... And then you step on a dry stick buried in the grass.

A crack echoes in the surroundings. Ellie turns around in less than a second. She stands up and reaches over for your lanyard, but you're quick too. You deftly avoid her grasp, spin around, and start to run. A plan forms in your head. You notice her chasing you—perfect.

You dash towards the main building, bypassing the main door for the entrance to the basement, hoping it’s empty. Luckily, it’s unlocked. You silently thank Olivia for showing you this route earlier.

Of course, Ellie is still in pursuit. She rushes through the door behind you.

The room isn't large, rectangular with a shelf in the middle. You sprint to the end of the basement, hiding behind the big shelf while Ellie positions herself on the opposite side.

“What’s your plan now, hm?” she says with a smirk, raising her eyebrows.

You catch your breath. "Well, we’ll find out who’s more agile."

A while passes before Ellie decides to rush towards you, and you start running away from her. Suddenly, you turn around, hoping to catch her off guard.

But she’s ready. She tries to grab your name tag, but you manage to grab both of her arms. She falls onto you and you both collapse to the floor. She lies on top of you, momentarily still, seemingly processing what just happened. You continue holding onto her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles beneath your fingers. Unfortunately, this distracts you from everything else. It’s as if the world stops for a moment. You feel her heavy breathing on your face, so close to yours. Her hair falls onto your face and—snap. Ellie takes advantage of your distraction and tears the name tag off your lanyard.

You look up at her; she’s wearing that familiar smirk again.

“Bitch,” you murmur under your breath. She’s still lying on you and clearly hears it, raising her eyebrows, still smiling.

She gets up from the ground, and so do you.

“Got any more tags?” She reaches out her hand.

“No,” you roll your eyes.

“Shouldn’t have challenged me if you couldn’t keep up.”

“I would’ve caught you if you—” You don’t finish the sentence out loud. “—if you weren’t so... attractive,” you conclude in your thoughts. You cringe; it sounds cheesy even inside of your head.

“If I what?” She asks, playing with your name tag. “Whatever. You better stay away from me next time; you’re honestly pissing me off,” she sighs as she heads for the exit without looking back at you once.

She closes the squeaking door. You leave the basement soon after. A campfire awaits near the main square for those who lost. You drag your feet towards it, anger filling you. It’s not just about losing the game; it’s about Ellie, her attitude. She’s so proud and haughty, you wish you could wipe that smirk off her face one day. 

And the fall? Her body on top of yours? Did she do that on purpose? What? Of course not, why would she? Or maybe? You saw her being quite successful with the counselor earlier…  A flood of questions occupies your mind. You can’t help but replay the moment one last time, still feeling her hands on yours and yours on her arms. Her heavy breath hitting your forehead and auburn strands of hair falling on your cheeks. Snap out of it, you tell yourself. You still dislike her, especially when you replay all those moments when she acted like a bitch—and there are so many, even though you’ve only known her for two days.

You arrive at the campfire and notice all your roommates are already seated. Actually, a lot of people are here. Maybe watching the sunset took longer than you thought.

You sit next to friends from your cabin and sigh. The warm flames nicely warm your body.

“Y/n, you died too? Well, at least you were the last of us,” Emma, one of your roommates, points out.

“Yeah, I guess. But the way I died was so embarrassing,” you groan.

“Why, what happened?”

“Do you guys know Ellie?” You look around, seeing mostly confused faces. “The girl who took the mouse out of our bathroom yesterday? The one who was late to the assembly?” Heads finally nod in recognition.

“Well, what do you think of her?” you decide to test the waters.

“I mean, she helped us with the dead mouse yesterday... And the way she pissed off the director was kinda funny,” one of the girls remarks.

“Yeah, but doesn’t she seem, like, super bitchy to you?” No one agrees except Olivia.

“Yeah, sometimes she looks at me like she wants to kill me,” Olivia chuckles. “But I guess I don’t pay much attention to her.”

 Are you seriously the only one she irritates? Maybe the problem is you, not her… 

“I shared a kayak with her today, and she was a total ass, seriously.” You try to defend yourself.

“How so?”

“Like... um, I can’t remember her exact behavior right now, but she was just straight up mean,” you admit, feeling a bitter pang in your chest. Not because of someone’s harsh words, but because you feel like you made a fool of yourself. Does no one else find her infuriating besides you?

 “Yeah, I asked about her because she killed me in the game,” you clear your throat, “and who killed you?” Changing the subject successfully.

You enjoy the rest of the evening; it’s peaceful, and eventually, your mood improves. You’re so tired after the first day that you don’t even join your friends when they sneak out of your cabin to hang out with others; you collapse onto your bed and fall asleep immediately.

***

The next morning, an alarm clock wakes up the whole room. Since you got the most sleep last night, you are the first to actually get out of bed and have plenty of time for yourself. Looking at your other roommates, you doubt if some of them got any sleep at all last night.

You walk towards the main square with them as they discuss the events of last night.

“Seriously, y/n, it’s a shame you weren’t there yesterday. You should totally join us tonight,” Mia playfully punches your arm.

“Yeah, we had to sneak around so the counselor wouldn’t catch us. We made it to Lily’s room, and at first, we just talked—”

“Yeah, but then we started playing spin the bottle, you know. We only managed like two rounds before we heard the counselor coming, and we had to bail.”

“Mhm, we’re planning on continuing the game tonight. You’re in, right?” Mia asks.

Thinking about it now, you regret not joining the girls yesterday; you usually never say no to fun.

“Of course I am. I wish I had been there last night too,” you admit with a smile, and the girls get enthusiastic as well.

***

You’ve already chosen the activities for the day. First is swimming, then sailing, and lastly, rock climbing. Olivia is supposed to accompany you on each activity too.

You change into your swimsuit and wrap yourself in a towel. You join your group in the assembly area, recognizing some familiar faces. As you walk towards the lakeside, you pass by the horse stable. Looking closer, you notice Ellie cleaning one of the horse stalls—yesterday's punishment. You try not to burst out laughing with Olivia when you see her.

The first activity is nothing special; as soon as you get into the water, instead of swimming, you start splashing around with the cold water. Since it’s early summer, the water has barely warmed up from the sun. The rest of the activity is spent either tanning on the shore or occasionally dipping into the water, only to quickly run back to dry land as others splash you.

Since the next activity is sailing, you don’t bother changing out of your swimwear, assuming you might get wet again. However, it’s just the start of camp, so the instructor begins with theory lessons on land: boat construction, the wind rose, basic maneuvers. By the end of the lesson, all the new information begins to blur together in your mind. There’s too many. 

It’s alright, you calm yourself down; you have the whole month to learn.

After lunch (it was spaghetti today!), you spend the break reading a book in your room and hanging out with your roommates.

Now it’s time for rock climbing. It’s your first time trying it, but you’ve always wanted to try it. You change into more sporty clothes and follow Olivia to the main square. You join the crowd until you arrive at the climbing wall. You look up; the wall is about 50 feet tall—is that a lot for a climbing wall? You have no idea; it looks average.

The activity starts with the instructor’s introduction and a little theory, but fortunately, it doesn’t take up all the remaining time. First, everyone who wants to climb has to pair up with someone heavier and more experienced to belay them.

You look around; Olivia is about the same size as you, so she wouldn’t be the best match. You turn and spot her: a girl wearing a black tank top with smooth blonde hair in a single braid. She looks much more muscular than you—perfect. You approach her.

"Hey, do you mind belaying me?" You ask Abby, who looks at you with a neutral expression at first.

"Sure, why not," she responds with a warm smile lighting up her face.

The instructor gives you a bit more instruction before helping you with the climbing harness. Abby, clearly more experienced with this type of equipment, manages hers effortlessly.

"Tell me when you’re ready." You stand facing the wall, Abby behind you holding the rope to belay you. As you look up, the height suddenly seems much more daunting than the supposed 50 feet. Okay, you can do this. That’s what Olivia next to you reassures, too.

Around you, some people are already climbing, while others watch from below. You take a deep breath and grab two handholds above your head, placing both feet on lower holds. With your hand reaching for another hold, you feel the rope tighten, lifting you slightly higher. You adjust your foot and continue upwards.

The holds require more strength than you anticipated, but you push through, climbing a little higher. You’ve moved about five holds up already. Your fingers of both hands reach another holds, but they’re too small and you feel them slipping on the polyester resin slowly— you know it's only a matter of time before you lose grip.

Just before you fall, you glance down. You let go of the hold, and Abby’s rope catches you, holding you at the same height for a few seconds before she carefully lowers you to the ground. She helps you remove the harness.

"How was it?" Abby asks kindly.

"I didn’t realize climbing was that hard," you admit, your hands sore and muscles tense.

"Was that your first time?"

"Was it really that obvious?" You whine.

"Well, you got pretty high if it was your first time. Most people are too nervous to even attempt the wall," Abby encourages.

You look at the climbing wall and the point from which you fell. You climbed about, wow shocking, 7 feet. You know Abby is probably being just polite and not honest, but it's still nice of her.

"I was only up there for like 5 minutes, but thanks anyway… Do you climb often? Sorry, that's a dumb question. You look… well, clearly experienced," you say, noticing her muscles.

"Yeah, I swim too, but climbing has always been my favorite," Abby admits.

The counselor announces the session's end, and people begin to head back to their cabins.

"Well, I’ll see you around," Abby waves with a smile, leaving you and joining her friends.

You gather your things, and Olivia finds you.

"Abby, huh?" she grins teasingly.

"What do you mean?" you shake your head.

"I saw the way you were checking her out. Interesting, wouldn't have pegged you for being into the head counselor’s daughter…"

"What? No, it's not like that! Yeah, she's attractive but—" You stop short, processing her words. "Wait, did you say Mr. Anderson's daughter?!" Your eyes widen in surprise.

"Shh, not so loud. Yeah, she’s Abby Anderson. To be honest, they do look alike, kind of," Olivia laughs.

"No they don’t! Gross! She’s cute, I guess. But definitely not my type," you assure her, the rest of the walk filled with idle chatter. You prepare for dinner and head over with your group, sitting together at a table.

"Mrs. Miller told me we're playing Treasure Hunt tonight, but she said not to tell anyone, so be quiet," Leah, your roommate, reveals while eating.

"That children’s game? Oh God," you groan, anticipating it'll be boring.

"No no, it's different here. It's actually quite fun," Olivia chimes in mischievously. "Once it's dark, everyone gets paired up randomly and gets just a flashlight and a treasure map. The treasure's hidden somewhere in the woods…"

"Yeah, and the first pair to find it gets a prize." Emma adds.

"And what's the prize?" you inquire, starting to get curious.

"A fancy dinner or something, but that's not the point. It’s about being out in the dark with just a flashlight and possibly some… hot company," Olivia explains, winking at you.

"Yeah, some people really… well, they take full advantage of the occasion, you know two people left alone in the dark" Emma smirks.

"What? The way you put it sounds pretty horrible," you admit.

"No, it's thrilling!" they try to convince you. "Plus, the counselors try to spook you. Come on, it's so much fun…"

"I guess it could be fun…" You're still unsure, particularly about being alone in the woods with others trying to scare you. But you're up for new experiences, right?

"If you give up on the treasure hunt idea, we’re moving Spin the Bottle to the woods. We’ll meet by the pond."

The after-dinner break is longer than usual, you have to wait till the night comes. Three hours later, everyone gathers in the main square. Leah was right; the counselor confirms it’s Treasure Hunt night.

The rules are reiterated, although you’re already familiar with them. Finally, the pairs are announced.

"Y/n and Amelia Oakley."

You walk to the center and see Amelia approaching. Short brown hair, glasses— right, you met her at Arts and Crafts yesterday. She seemed nice. You both approach another counselor who distributes flashlights and the treasure map.

"Hey, we met at Arts and Crafts yesterday," you initiate the conversation.

"Yeah, I remember you," she says warmly.

She might not be the "super hot company" your friends were telling you about, but the game should still be enjoyable with her as a partner. At least you didn’t end up with a total nightmare like Ellie for example. Phew.

You all gather at the main gate, waiting for the game to commence. It’s a serene night; the sun has already set, and while it's dark, it’s not completely pitch-black yet. The stars are beginning to twinkle above, and you can hear the rustling of leaves and the breeze through the trees.

The director opens the gate, and as everyone prepares to dash off, he speaks up.

"You have to be here in exactly three hours, or sooner. Whistles will blow 10 minutes before the end. Don’t even think about leaving the designated area; the counselors will find you anyway. Remember, we have eyes and ears everywhere." You gulp, recalling the stories your friend shared about counselors lurking in the dark woods. "Let the game begin!"

The rush is palpable as the crowd surges toward the nearest path. Amelia grabs your hand, and you both join the sprint. Initially, everyone follows the same route, but as time passes, the group thins out as people take different directions.

"Let's turn left now!" Amelia shouts above the din, and you follow suit. After a few moments, you stop to catch your breath.

"Okay. What's our plan? How do we find this treasure?" you ask, still panting.

"Well, according to the map," she shines her flashlight on the paper, "we need to head to the west side of the woods. But are we really here just for the treasure?"

You look at her, confused.

"What else would we be here for?"

"I mean, for many, the appeal of this game is the freedom. For one night, you’re left alone in the woods. It would be a shame to use that time only to find some hidden treasure," she suggests, her face softly illuminated by the flashlight.

What are her intentions? Hopefully just friendly…

"Yeah, I guess… But what else could we do?" You were kind of looking forward to the treasure hunt before.

"Some people form groups and hang out, others like to spook the other campers," Amelia explains.

"That sounds more interesting than the original game," you admit.

"Okay, but how do we find them?" you wonder aloud.

"Well, we either stumble upon them, or we could sit quietly and listen for any approaching footsteps. Though that might seem a bit creepy," she laughs.

"I suppose we could try the first option…"

You start walking through the woods, unfortunately without encountering anyone. It’s now completely dark; your flashlight is your only source of light. It’s getting chilly, and you regret not bringing a hoodie.

"You know, thinking about it now, letting teenagers loose in the woods all night seems like a pretty risky idea. What if someone goes missing or something?" you voice your concerns.

"For the past 30 years, it hasn’t happened. And the counselors are everywhere. They might even be right behind you," Amelia says, sending a shiver down your spine. "Don’t worry, if you were to yell for help, three of them would probably appear instantly."

"That's a little unsettling," you chuckle nervously.

Suddenly, you hear the crackling of leaves behind you. You whip around, and Amelia grabs your hand. Both of you freeze, listening intently.

The sound comes again— louder, closer…

"RAAAAAH!" a scream echoes right behind you. Startled, Amelia lets go of your hand and bolts. You run after her, the creature in hot pursuit behind you.

You continue running until you reach a fork in the road. Glancing back, your flashlight reveals two human silhouettes giving chase, they’re so close now. You turn back, noticing Amelia is missing. Fuck, she has already chosen a path, but you’re unsure which one. Deciding quickly, you turn right, hoping to meet her there.

You shine your flashlight ahead but see no sign of Amelia. After a while, you can’t hear footsteps behind you either. Turning around, you realize you’re now alone. Alone in the woods with only your flashlight, you’ve lost the treasure map long ago. That was probably the fastest you’ve run in your life.

"Fuck…" you curse under your breath, standing still to catch your breath. You look around, finding no one in sight. Your first instinct is to backtrack to the fork in the road, but as you start walking, you realize you lost your way in the heat of the chase.

You're on the verge of calling out for counselors, as Amelia suggested, when a distant flashlight catches your eye. At this point, you're indifferent whether it's the chasers, Amelia, or anyone else; you just can't stand being alone in these dark woods anymore. Flashing your own light a few times, you hurry over to the source. As you shine your flashlight in their face, you realize it’s… Ellie.

"For fuck’s sake, can you stop blinding me with that damn thing?!" You would’ve recognized this tone everywhere, even if you didn’t know it’s Ellie.

"Ellie…"

"No way," she groans, hiding her face in her hands. She realizes it’s you who she has bumped into. "I've been wandering alone for twenty minutes, and you are the first person I meet?"

"Why are you alone?"

"I ditched my partner ages ago. At first, I was scaring the other campers," she smirks. "It was hilarious— they were all pissing their pants. But then I got bored and headed towards the pond."

Right, you remember. Your friends mentioned they were meeting there. A thought appears in your head.

“I was walking towards the pond, too”

"They invited you to play too?" she sighs, clearly mad. "I was hoping to leave you here once you’re done talking."

"Not that simple, Williams," you reply, feeling just as displeased about the reunion. "Do you know the way?"

"It’s on the map, genius," she scoffs.

"Well, I lost mine. Looks like we're walking together," you say, hearing Ellie emit another groan.

For a while, silence hangs between you both. It's not exactly awkward—more like a mutual animosity. 

"I lost my partner when we got chased," you eventually mention.

"I don't care," Ellie cuts you off with a sharp tone, prompting a sigh from you.

"Ellie, what is your problem?"

"My problem? What do you mean?" Her tone betrays her disinterest.

"You are such a bitch to me. Since the first time we’ve talked."

"Thanks."

"Answer me, Ellie," you insist, growing tired of the tension.

"You annoy me. Your face, your voice… I don’t know. What do you expect? Maybe I'm just a bitch," Ellie sighs, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability.

In the distance, you hear murmurs of human voices from behind the trees.

"Looks like we're here," you comment as you and Ellie approach the gathering.

You see about ten people gathered in a circle. Spotting your friends, you walk over to them.

"Hey, Y/n! We've been waiting for you!" They greet you eagerly.

"How long have you been here?" you ask, settling down as they make room for you.

"Not long. Just got here about five minutes ago. We're still waiting on a few more," Olivia informs you.

You glance around. Someone has cleared the leaves and sticks for seating so the ground is clear. Some people have placed their flashlights on the ground, while others still hold theirs. A greenish pond shimmers a few feet away, reflecting all of the lights.

After a while, five more people join the circle. Despite the dim lighting, you manage to recognize some faces, including Abby, the girl who belayed you while climbing earlier.

A deep voice cuts through the murmurs. "Quiet, everyone! Let’s start the game."

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Summer camps and dead mouses, Part 1 SERIES

Summer camp with enemies to lovers Ellie Williams

part 2, part 3, part 4, final part (5)

synopsis: This summer, instead of rotting at home like you used to every summer , you decide to try something new. You go to a summer camp and you meet many new people, mostly friendly, except one being extremely mean.

pairing: mean!Ellie Williams x reader

warnings: use of y/n, reader is assigned to a room with girls, swearing, Ellie being a bitch:(

wc: 4000

School is over for the summer, finally. There will be so much free time you won’t even know what to do with it. 

That’s how it usually was like. You would spend two months staying at home, not going anywhere, while your friends are traveling all over the world.

You wanted this year to be different. You decided to do something with it and it landed on a summer camp. It’s something new, you’ve never been to one and hopefully, you’ll like it.

You’re nervous as your parents drop you off at the parking lot, where the bus is supposed to pick you and many other teens up.

As your parents drop you off at the parking lot where the bus will pick you up, you can't help but feel nervous. The warm early summer air hits your face as you open the car door, and you see other teens milling around. Some look friendly, while others seem a bit intimidating. Your heart races with a mix of excitement and stress as you say goodbye to your parents, who seem surprisingly calm about leaving you with strangers for the summer, opposite from you

.

You find an empty seat on the bus and settle in, only to have a blonde girl named Olivia sit next to you.

 She's your age and super kind, and you end up chatting with her for the entire five-hour ride. Knowing at least one person at camp already makes you feel a lot better.

As the bus pulls up to the camp surrounded by trees, you catch a glimpse of a hidden lake in the distance. Despite your nerves, the camp looks promising. 

You enter through a metal gate and park near other buses, realizing there are a lot of kids here.

Stepping off the bus with Olivia, you take a deep breath of the fresh pine-scented air. It feels like summer. The counselors are gathered nearby, ready to help with anything you need. The adventure is just beginning.

People start to take out their luggage and you follow them. The camp staff is quick to introduce themselves and lead you to the cabins. They divide you into kids and teens, luckily these age groups will be living separately.

You stroll alongside your new friend, pleased to discover you'll be sharing a room. The cabins are spacious wooden houses divided into four sections, each accommodating five people. Each segment in the cabin is assigned to a few counselors.

Entering your new temporary home, it’s not as daunting as you imagined. When you heard the camp was nestled deep in the woods, you immediately thought of bugs and other creepy creatures, but you haven’t encountered any yet, at least not until now.

However, that was about to change. Upon entering the bathroom in your room, you spot a lifeless mouse on the floor.

“What the heck?!” You exclaim, and the other girls rush over, joining in your shrieks. None of you dare to touch the rodent, leaving it there as your screams continue. Your outcry draws a girl from the neighboring segment, who checks out the commotion.

Through the wooden door comes the girl, her toned arms and short auburn hair catching your attention first. She appears irritated by the noise, with furrowed brows on her freckled face.

“What’s with all the yelling?” She sighs, entering the bathroom and noticing the dead mouse. “Are y’all afraid of a little mouse? Come on.” She scoffs, using a paper towel to remove the rodent and dispose of it safely. With that, she disappears behind the door.

You exchange confused looks with your new roommates. After a moment, laughter erupts. That was certainly a strange first impression. And the girl who came to your rescue didn’t seem particularly… friendly.

As the evening settles, you get to know your roommates better: Leah, Emma, Mia, Isabella, and of course, Olivia. After a quick dinner and shower, you settle into bed, reflecting on the whirlwind of a day.

But sleep eludes you. The events of the day replay in your mind: saying goodbye to your parents, the bus ride, meeting all these new girls, and the incident with the mouse... and that peculiar girl who barged into your room.

Glancing around the dimly lit room, illuminated only by moonlight, you notice the others are deep asleep already. Deciding not to disturb them further, though still wide awake, you close your eyes, lulled by the deep, slow breaths and the distant chirping of crickets.

The next morning, the alarm jolts you awake. Blinking, you take a moment to remember where you are.

You need to be up by 7 for roll call and breakfast before 8. Rushing with your roommates, you step outside, feeling the cold morning breeze against your face, prompting a quick return for a hoodie. You walk across the dewy grass in flip-flops, your feet are wet, but despite the early hour and chill, there’s something captivating about summer mornings like this.

Gathering in the central square surrounded by cabins, you observe the other campers with curiosity. They all seem a bit groggy; some faces are familiar from yesterday’s bus ride. You also spot the auburn-haired girl who dealt with the mouse, her expression still bitchy. She’s conversing with another girl who looks equally unapproachable. Great. Hopefully, first impressions can be misleading.

The head counselor, Mr. Anderson, introduces himself and outlines the camp’s schedule. You learn about the daily routine: choosing three activities—either water or land-based—breakfast at 8 a.m., lunch at 1 p.m., dinner at 6 p.m., and two hours of free time after each meal. Evenings are capped with group activities like campfires or movies. Each cabin forms a group, sharing meals and a counselor.

After Mr. Anderson’s briefing, murmurs arise.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Mr. Anderson interjects sternly. “You’re not children anymore, and we won’t tolerate any disobedience. Curfew will be moved up to 9:30 p.m. from its current 10:15 p.m. if you misbehave; being late, being loud after the curfew. So, 10:15 is the time you’re supposed to be in beds, maybe not sleeping already, but at least quiet and ready for sleep”

The murmur grows louder but subsides quickly as the campers begin choosing their activities for the day. Most activities have limited spots, making it challenging to decide, but you settle on arts and crafts, archery, and kayaking, often joined by Olivia and occasionally your other roommates.

Afterward, the crowd disperses for breakfast.

“Sure, like I’m in bed by 10:15 every night,” Olivia chuckles as you head toward the dining hall.

“I don’t know, Mr. Anderson sounded pretty serious,” you scratch your head.

“Oh, come on, this is my sixth summer here. Unless you get caught, you’re fine,” she playfully punches your arm.

“I suppose…” you reply.

“But yeah, if you do get caught, you’re in trouble,” she adds after a pause.

“Have you ever got busted?”

“Once, from all of the five summers I’ve been here. Yeah, Mr. Stick-up-his-ass-Anderson made me clean the toilets. And all I did was sneak out to meet a girl after curfew,” Olivia rolls her eyes at the memory. “At least I didn’t get kicked out.”

“Yeah…”

At the dining hall, a large room with windows overlooking the lake, you find yourselves at a wooden table with your roommates. The food—scrambled eggs and sandwiches—is decent, that’s what the other girls at the table say too.

After breakfast, you return to your cabin, a quarter-mile trek through the camp. This distance might be problematic if you ever run late for a meal.

It’s twenty minutes before your first activity, it’s a land-based one that requires no change of clothes, so you take a stroll around camp with Olivia. Familiar with the layout, she points out various spots, including a secluded spot hidden among bushes.

“...Over there, there’s a hidden spot for, um, trysts.” Blonde haired girl points at something that at first looks just like wild bushes, but as you take a closer look, you notice a small path and a clearing in the plants and you make a realizing “ohh” sound. You walk closer and after you make your way through the bushes, you arrive at the alcove, it’s nothing really special. It’s a clearly frequented place looking at the trampled grass surrounded by tall bushes. At least it’s secluded and well hidden. There’s even a small bench in the middle.

Despite everything, it looks quite romantic.

“I don’t think any counselors know about this place, not even most of the campers. That’s good because not many people will interrupt you in… whatever you’re doing here. But yeah, the unwritten rule of this place says it’s a date place rather than an individual’s hideout.”

Olivia sits down on the bench and sighs with relief “If you ever go there, don’t get caught, ‘cause you’ll blow up the spot for every camper” She looks at you with a serious expression on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful” You try to sound honest, because you actually mean it.

“That’s the place I was heading to that one time when the main counselor caught me after curfew, but fortunately he still isn’t aware of the spot” She says with a mysterious smirk on her face and gets out of the bushes, back to reality. 

“So, that’s what people mean anytime they tell you to meet “In the Bushes’” 

And after that, you head back to the cabin with your friend, just to arrive at the main square a few minutes later for the assembly. 

You leave with your group for the first activity, arts and crafts. The one and a half hours pass surprisingly fast and you are left with a half-finished friendship bracelet after.

********************************************

Archery leaves you with a similar experience, it passed by really fast in the company of a young counselor and other campers, whom you even managed to get to know better during the pastimes.

It’s after lunch already, you’re hanging out with the people you met at archery in one of the rooms. Olivia is there, too, but you notice she’s looking a little pale.

“Are you alright?” You lower your voice as you ask her.

“Yeah, I’m alright, it’s just… I got my period before lunch today and the painkillers won’t work…” But she doesn’t look alright and it seems like she comes to the same conclusion “Sorry guys, I feel really sick and I think it’s better if I lay down” And she quickly disappears from the room and you follow her.

You spend the rest of the lunch break in your cabin, keeping Olivia company. Despite an hour passing, the painkillers still offer no relief, forcing her to miss the last activity—kayaking. It was the only one you planned to do without your roommates except Olivia, leaving you alone on the water.  It’s not her fault, obviously you’re not mad at her, but you’re leaving the cabin accompanied by her apologies anyway.

Gathering again for the afternoon assembly, you join the kayaking group forming in the square. Scanning the group, you spot the auburn-haired girl from the previous day, without her stern-looking friend. You don’t approach her, though.

Arriving at the lakeside, you’re struck by the array of water sports equipment. You eagerly anticipate trying everything during your month-long stay, but for now, it’s kayaks. You hoped to get a single kayak, but you’re disappointed to find only tandem kayaks left, you hesitate until the counselor pairs you with Ellie—the auburn-haired girl.

“This is Ellie, I’m sure she will be happy to share a kayak with you” You take a quick look at Ellie. Her expression looks like everything except happiness. 

“I’m y/n” Beside her attitude, you decide not to give up from the start. “Have you kayaked before?” 

“Yeah” It’s all you get from her before she turns and walks away to get her life jacket. 

“Can you get one for me?” You yell to her but she either doesn’t hear you, or she pretends like she doesn’t. More likely the second option, you think.

You follow her to get a life jacket and a paddle yourself and when you come back to the kayak, you notice she’s holding two paddles, one seemingly for you.

“Bro, I thought it was obvious I’m bringing an extra paddle for you” She says grumpily and sighs with a “are-you-seriously-that-stupid” expression on her face. And no, it wasn’t obvious since she ignored your request earlier. Did she do all that on purpose? Whatever.

You bring your paddle back to the warehouse and finally you get in the boat with her. All of the other teams have already taken their boats onto the water. Ellie gets the seat on the back since she looks stronger with her toned arms than you. You have to admit, she’s attractive, but that’s where her good traits end. How can someone so attractive be that much of a bitch? Maybe she’s having a bad day, or two, you say to yourself.

“And where did you lose your friend?” You want to know more about the girl you’ve seen her with earlier.

“And where is yours?” She cuts the chat. 

On second thought, you don’t even care, you say to yourself. You paddle along with her, you are quick to catch up with the rest of the group. You look around to see all of the pairs happily chatting while Ellie and you haven’t exchanged a word since you got into the boat.

“So” You clear your throat “Thanks for clearing that mouse yesterday from our room” That's the first topic that comes to your mind after paddling for ten minutes.

“So that was your room? Oh God, I did that only so you would shut up, seriously, that was just a little mouse, not even a rat”

Oh. You don’t even answer her, again. 

The rest of the swim is spent rather in silence except the time when you accidentally splashed her with water and even though you quickly apologized, she still attacked your ears with a “Ow, what the fuck?!”. 

Unlike the previous activities, this one drags on, especially when you see all of the other people having fun with their kayak partners. You just enjoy nature, the greenish water around, you can feel the smell of the lake and you can hear the birds chirping. The sun is strong, its heat mercilessly hits the top of your head, you should’ve worn a cap.

The counselor announces that it’s time to head back to the port and you sigh in relief. Finally.

After twenty minutes of silent paddling, you arrive at the coast and get the boat out of the water and up on the platform. You put almost no effort in doing it, though, because Ellie handles it easily. After she’s done, she hands you her paddle not even looking at you and she quickly leaves to help with the other kayaks. Is she suddenly nice or what? But then you realize, the only person she’s helping is the counselor, trying so hard to flex her muscles. Whatever. The counselor’s name is Amy, she’s pretty young for a staff here, the most you’d give her is 19 years. All of the campers are ready and waiting for her, already put their life jackets and paddles away, but she’s busy watching Ellie.

"Can we go back to our rooms now, Amy?" you ask, breaking through the counselor's fixation on Ellie.

"Yeah," Amy responds absentmindedly, still watching Ellie's every move. With that, you and the other campers head back to the cabins.

You go back to your room, Olivia is the only one there. You throw yourself on your bed next to hers and sigh.

“I wanted to ask how it was, but it doesn’t look like it was well” Olivia looks at you.

“Yeah… And how are you?” You look at the girl, concerned.

“I’m better now, I think I’ll even join you for dinner” She sits on the bed and turns to face you, you do the same “So, how was kayaking?”

“Well, remember that girl who took the mouse out of our bathroom yesterday? So I had to share a kayak with her because I had no one else to be paired with and she was such a bitch” You sigh once again. You want to say more but you realize you should be at dinner already. You quickly leave and walk to the dining hall as fast as you can without triggering Olivia’s stomach ache. You pick up the tray and food and sit next to your new friends from your room. 

“I heard rumors that tonight's evening event is the Assassin game” Leah, a roommate of yours, speaks up between chewing her food.

“Ooh, I love it” Olivia responds enthusiastically.

You like it too especially tonight, frustration filling your soul after kayaking resulting in a need to spend the accumulated energy on something.

And you have a person you’ll especially hunt for this evening. The source of your anger.

You quickly finish eating with your friends and give the tray back to the kitchen. You walk to your cabin, the sun is slowly setting down, painting the sky so beautifully, the orange light covers the camp in a warm orange glow. There’s something nostalgic about warm sunsets like this, they always make you feel peaceful deep inside of you and help your brain drift with memories away to your childhood.

Right, that reminds you of home. You’d like to talk with your parents, but every camper’s phone was taken away right after they got off the bus, fortunately they are given back every Wednesday and Saturday for an hour to call everyone you need and go back to the normal life, at least for a quick while. But looking around, you rather doubt there is any signal here, not even mentioning Wi-Fi.  

You change into long sweats in case the evening gets chilly, you still have almost two hours before the eventide activity, probably the Assassin game. The time passes quickly though, playing cards with other campers and before you realize, it’s time for the assembly on the main square. You quickly drag your new friends there, careful not to be late. You don’t want to piss out the main counselor.

However, Ellie seems to want the exact opposite. As everyone is already waiting, gathered together, one camp counselor reports the absence of one of his campers.

Five minutes pass, main counselor’s face begins to turn tomato-color. Everyone else is pissed off too, the director doesn’t want to speak up unless everybody is there.

Finally, five more minutes pass and the auburn-haired girl appears in your sight, slowly walking over from her cabin, always wearing this sassy smirk on her face. God, can’t she ever act, maybe, not like a total bitch? 

As if nothing has happened, she joins her group.

“Come over here, right now!” The main counselor is furious, pointing at her with his finger.

“Who, me?” She asks stupidly

“Don’t be stupid” He raises his trembling voice. Ellie walks over to him, hands in her pockets, standing in the center of the assembly. “What is your name?”

“Williams” She responds calmly.

“Williams is going to clean up the horse stable tomorrow morning instead of the first activity” This creates commotion among the crowd, some people laughing, some people whispering to each other “Silence!” The man yells and the frightened crowd immediately goes silent.

“Since it’s your first… offense that’s all you get. But I won’t be so nice the next time”

“Okay.” That’s all she responds, walking back to her group.

The director clears his throat

“Okay, since, finally, everyone is present now, I’ll explain the rules. Everyone gets a lanyard with their name attached to it. Your task is to steal everyone else’s tag from them and to keep yours on your neck. If you steal someone’s tag, they die. The dead person also passes all of the tags they stole from the people before. The goal is to live and get all of the tags. 

Now, you will pick up the tag and when I say, you have five minutes to hide”

You take the paper with your name and you put the lanyard on your neck.

“Olivia, do you want to hide together?” 

“No way, there’s no teaming in this game!” And she runs away. Okay, so you have to act alone.

Your first thought is to hide in the Bushes, the spot Olivia showed you earlier, but you assumed someone else definitely thought of that before.

Then you look around for Ellie, because you want to get revenge on her for pissing you off all day today, but she’s nowhere to be seen. You look up, in the sky, and an idea pops up in your head.

You start walking to the lake, the view of the water and sunset will definitely be amazing and once the sun sets, you will start killing people.

You breathe in the warm summer air as you get closer to the lake, you see it from afar and it already looks amazing. 

You hear people screaming and running past you, looking for a place to hide, but you stick to your plan. You find a well hidden spot behind the boathouse, perfect to sit down and enjoy the view. The big lake surrounded by trees is perfectly mirroring the previously orange, now pink sky.

A while passes, the sun quickly falls to the horizon and the sky gets darker and darker every second. You hear the birds singing their last songs of the day before they fall asleep, crickets chirping, occasionally people screaming and laughing in the back. It’s so nice here, but you remember the game, you can’t ruin the fun and hide here forever. And you have a very specific prey to catch.

And as if on cue, when you slowly leave your spot, you notice the girl with auburn hair nearby, her back facing you. Perfect.

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Should I write summer camp fic w Ellie enemies to lovers or friends to lovers??????

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enemies to lovers💔💔

friends to lovers

Voting ended onJun 26, 2024

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Are you nervous, flower? - First kiss with Ellie, pt. 3

part one, part two

synopsis: It was supposed to be a kissing practice with your best friend at first, it turned out to be much more...

Pairing: Ellie Williams x unexperienced!reader

warnings: smut, virgin!Ellie, virgin!reader, losing virginity, reader -recieving, fingering, heavy making out

final part!!

wc: ab 1700

pint credit: seirra petrocelli, vae!

You look at Ellie in disbelief at first, adrenaline rushing in your veins. “Do you want to go further”? What does she mean? …How much further? 

You decide not to give it a second thought.

You nod, looking her in the eyes and you notice a glimpse of excitement in hers.

She pulls you in closer to her with a grip on your arm.

You find yourself appreciating her delicate skin as you remove her loose t-shirt. She had freckles and a black sports bra covering her chest. She quickly takes care of your t-shirt on her own, leaving you with just a bra.

Ellie slides her lips from your mouth through your flushed cheeks to your neck. She gives them sloppy kisses and leaves them a little damp. 

The room echoes with the sound of wet kisses and soft moans of pleasure. You can sense the auburn-haired girl sucking on your skin, leaving marks that you know will be visible later. But in this moment, you couldn't care less.

In fact, the rush of excitement clouds your mind, making you forget all rational thoughts. Right now, you want to be marked by Ellie, to show everyone that you were lucky enough to be with her.

"More," you murmur, feeling her sucking intensify, her teeth grazing your neck every now and then.

Your fingers are tangled in her hair, while the other hand squeezes her breast through her sports bra. Her groans at the touch, your fingers teasing her nipple.

You tilt your head, granting Ellie better access to your neck, feeling her tongue trailing down to your chest covered by the bra.

"Can I take this off, sweetheart?" She asks, her warm breath caressing your skin.

"Of course," you reply eagerly. Watching as Ellie removes the bra straps from your arms, unclasping it and dropping it to the floor, revealing your bare chest with hardened nipples. She gazes at them with hunger, wanting to touch and feel them under her fingertips. They belong to her in this moment, hers alone.

"Do you like them?" you inquire, though her reaction speaks volumes. Mouth slightly open, she's on the verge of drooling.

"They're perfect, baby... You have no idea," she responds, snapping back to reality.

Without hesitation, Ellie's lips reconnect with your skin, this time focusing on your left breast. It's a sensation unlike any other, sending shivers down your spine. Her hand doesn't neglect the other breast, playing with your nipple. The pleasure courses through your entire body.You can tell that you're already so wet, maybe your entire underwear is soaked. But in this moment, you don't care about anything else except for your best friend's mouth on your nipple. Her tongue flicks your nipple, causing another moan to escape your lips.

"Harder..." you repeat, and it immediately has the desired effect. The girl starts sucking on your nipple, and you push her head closer to your chest.

You notice that Ellie is still wearing her bra. Slowly, you slide it off, waiting for any sign of hesitation. But seeing none, you remove the entire thing. With Ellie's mouth still attached to your breast, you can't see much, but you can tell that her chest is perfect. Her small nipples are just as perky as yours. You take them between your fingers, teasing them, which elicits a groan from her. You can tell that it feels good because her sucking becomes even more sloppy.

Eventually, her other hand starts moving lower and lower down your stomach until it reaches your pants.

"Can I take these off?" she asks, and you quickly respond.

"Please..." you say, sounding desperate, but you don't care. You need her right now.

Ellie slides your shorts down your legs, leaving you in only laced panties. You're grateful that you decided to wear your good pair of underwear today... But there's a large wet spot in the middle.

"Wait, Ellie," you remember, and your words immediately make Ellie look up.

"What's wrong, princess?" her voice now filled with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop..."

"I'm sure... It's just that I've never done this..." you admit.

"This? Like, you've never had sex?" You nod, confirming. "It's okay, baby, me neither."

You didn't expect that. You always assumed that Ellie had already had sex, even if she didn't directly tell you. "Really?"

"Of course, silly. I would have told you if I lost my virginity," she playfully flicks your nose. "So... I guess I'm telling you now."

The way she speaks makes you feel warm and a blush spreads across your face. It's true, though. You're losing your virginity to Ellie, your childhood best friend. How do you even go about it? Will you regret it later?

“But, like, how do you even know what to do?” You start to worry about this...

“Just relax and go with the flow, okay? Let me know what feels good…” With that, she slides your panties down, revealing your already wet pussy.

“Looks like someone's eager,” she smirks confidently at the sight. “It's beautiful... You're beautiful,” she quickly adds.

Then, she positions herself on the bed in front of you, propping herself up. She spreads your legs and places two fingers on your pussy. Initially, she just glides them along, spreading the wetness all over. But the sensation is enough, your needy pussy finally gets some stimulation. It feels strange, yet pleasurable, something you've never experienced before. Suddenly, your pussy feels so sensitive, you get goosebumps on your stomach.

Unexpectedly, Ellie brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them. She quickly asks, “Was that weird? Did I... freak you out?”

But it was the opposite. “No, Ellie, it was actually hot... Just do what feels right, remember?”

Ellie slowly inserts a finger into your eager hole. It's been waiting for this moment for so long. She does it gently, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation. It's unfamiliar, but it feels right. After Ellie's finger is deep inside you, she pulls it out. She repeats the motion, faster this time. Then again, even faster. She places her thumb on your clit and starts circling it.

You moan, confirming the pleasure. “It feels amazing, Els.” But words are unnecessary, your expression says it all.

Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt. At least not yet.

“Do you think we can stretch this pussy a bit?” Ellie asks, fully focused on your pussy.

You nod, unable to speak. Another whimper escapes your lips. Ellie gently inserts her second finger, slowing down her movements. She wants to make sure you're comfortable and not in any pain, so she asks, "Does this feel good? Are you okay?"

At first, it does hurt a little, but it's not a bad kind of pain. It's more like a pleasurable ache. You shake your head, feeling your thighs tense up simultaneously. A knot starts to form in your stomach, a familiar sensation from when you used to pleasure yourself, but this time it's much stronger. Your hips involuntarily thrust against her fingers, and you can't help but let out more moans.

The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much to handle. You squirm under her touch, but she firmly holds your thighs in place with her other hand.

"Ellie, I'm getting close!" Your mind becomes a jumbled mess, and you can't think clearly anymore. You mumble incoherently, your focus solely on reaching that peak. "Please, don't stop, Ellie," you whine between moans.

"I'm not going anywhere, beautiful," Ellie assures you, maintaining her pace.

"Cum on my fingers, say my name when you climax."

And you comply, feeling the knot about to unravel. You throw your head back and shut your eyes tightly. Gripping the sheets with both hands, all you want is that release.

Your legs tremble, and your entire body tenses as you reach your climax.

"Ellie!" you obediently call out her name as you finish, moans accompanying your words.

The release is incredibly intense, unlike anything you've experienced when pleasuring yourself.

As you catch your breath, you glance down at her. Your hair is a mess, your face is a mess - everything is chaotic.

"Good job," she whispers, a confident smile on her lips once again. It's unexpected coming from your best friend, but you find yourself enjoying it. Her face mirrors yours, flushed with red, and she's breathing heavily.

"Round two?" she asks.

"Ellie, that was incredible but also... really tiring," you reply. You feel guilty for being the only one on the receiving end. "But... I can make it up to you." You try to hide your shaky breath with a smirk.

"Y/n, you just said you're exhausted... It's okay, sweetheart, let's not push it too much, alright?" She cups your cheeks and strokes them gently. "You can make it up to me next time, let's take it slow." She laughs at the silliness of it all. "Because there will be a next time, right?" Ellie adds quickly.

"You're silly," you laugh, playfully punching her arm. Of course, there will be a next time.

"Wait here for me," Ellie suddenly gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom connected to your bedroom. She returns with a wet towel and sits back in front of you, between your legs. She cleans you up and plants a warm kiss on your forehead. You squirm a bit because you're still sensitive.

"There you go, baby," she says, pulling up your panties and shorts. As she reaches for your t-shirt, you stop her.

"Can I wear your t-shirt and you wear mine?" you suggest, a spontaneous idea popping into your head.

"Switch t-shirts? Why?" Ellie questions.

"I don't know, I like wearing your clothes... They smell like you," you confess, feeling a bit flustered. Ellie chuckles at your response, finding it endearing. She helps you put on her t-shirt and swaps shirts with you.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Ellie ends up spending the night at your place, cuddling. Realizing soon that this is how almost all of the remaining summer evenings will look like.

[elliesfavbae]

Are you nervous, flower? - First kiss with Ellie, pt. 2

part one part three

synopsis: Your more experienced at kissing best friend helps you out but it starts to get out of control.

Pairing: Ellie Williams x unexperienced!reader

warnings: js a short fluff, intense kissing, eventual smut

smut incoming in the next part😋

wc: ab 800

I can't believe what has just transpired. Yes, it may look like a simple kiss, but it was your very first kiss. Your first kiss is with your best friend.

You speak again. Your voice fades into a whisper. "So..." "Can you kiss me again?"

"Ooh, someone is eager." She grins, but you can tell she's enjoying it as well. "Now, I want you to try it. Kiss me, y/n.

You feel hot again, losing all of your confidence. You don't know where to begin, and Ellie appears to notice it. "Come on, just bring me closer to you and kiss me," she adds softly.

Her speech soothes you; you take a deep breath as you lay your hands on her smooth cheeks.

You gently bring her towards you, just like she has done before. You do it slowly, watching for her reaction, but you don't see any, so you go ahead and connect your lips to hers. This time the kiss is firmer; Ellie allows herself to suck harder on your lips, and so do you. You taste her lips on your own. They’re surprisingly sweet.

You adjust your position so that your knees and thighs are touching. Ellie tugs at her lips and smirks as she breaks away from the kiss.

"Better" is all she says about the kiss. "You have to use your hands as well; it's not just about the lips." Ellie takes your hands from her face and places one on her hip and the other behind her neck. Her skin is so warm.

She then wraps her hands over your hair, occasionally tugging on hair strands and massaging your scalp.

"Feels nice, hm?" She whispers, and you kiss again, your confidence rising with each breath.

Your hands begin to feel around her hips, passing through her thighs and stomach. You automatically split your lips to let the warm muscle explore her tongue as it brushes over your bottom lip. As soon as you insert your own tongue inside her mouth, the kiss becomes even more intense. You have no idea what to do or whether she enjoys it, but you soon hear a hum of approval. Breaking off the kiss to take a breath, you glance up at Ellie's face. Its hue transitioned to pink all over her cheeks.

“Was it good, or at least... acceptable?” After a while of staring at each other, you inquire.

"Does it mean you want to finish?" Not even trying to hide her dismay, she asks, but you didn't say you were going to stop.

"I mean, do you want me to stop? You choose to give her a little teasing; you bite your lip.

"Do I look like I want to stop?" That's all it takes to give her another kiss. Without a doubt, this kiss is the hungriest of them all. Ellie senses it too, so she tosses you onto the mattress and precisely tugs at your hair strands with her hands. It almost feels too good to be true. You don't even notice that you're letting out a slight groan.

"Someone's enjoying this a bit too much." She whispers against your lips between the kisses, and you understand what just happened.

“Fuck, sorry, did I make it weird?” You stop making out, feeling embarrassed.

"Flower, no, it's okay." She comes up right away to console you. Once more, she calls you by name, which causes your stomach to race with butterflies. "Actually, I liked it." The flying bugs inside of you are actually erupting right now. You're so desperate to kiss her again that you're not even able to think clearly. So you act. She presses you up against the bed. She slides her knee between your thighs, intensifying the kiss. A soft groan leaves your lips as the kiss becomes incredibly sloppy. 

She suddenly reaches for your hand and places it on her lower abdomen, and you know what she means by this. Your fingers follow her skin all the way to her chest. Playing with the hem of her sports bra, you fold her breast through the material. She has such a soft chest, but you're not sure how much you can allow yourself to do with it. However, it no longer feels like a best friend helping another friend out. You hear muffled groans, but they aren't coming from you this time.

“Do you want to go further?” She asks, her cheeks covered in a red blush, a challenging smile tugging her lips.

[elliesfavbae]

Are you nervous, flower? - first kiss with Ellie, part 1

synopsis: Your more experienced at kissing best friend helps you out

Pairing: Ellie Williams x unexperienced!reader

warnings: just a fluff, my first fic too (how do i crop a pic)!

part two, part three

wc: ab 1500

It was a hot summer day. Like 32 degrees celsius outside. The sweet space of your room was no better. You were BOILING, everything sticking to your skin. Ellie could’ve said the same, sitting next to you in your room. It was like she was a part of your room’s scenery at this point, she was there almost all the time. You have been friends since you remember, spending every while with each other. Ellie recently broke up with her girlfriend and she was ranting about it:

“I let her be my girlfriend for two months for what?! So she can cheat on me WITH A MAN?” She emphasizes the last three words

It seemed like she wasn’t upset about losing her, just was frustrated she “wasted” so much time, as she describes it.

“I’m telling you, she wasn’t worth it” You try to comfort her. But the amount of times she has told you about her break up within the last week is uncountable, and you can’t think of any good responses anymore.

“Yeah, I know” Ellie rolls her eyes at your answer and groans, throwing her head back.

“It could’ve been worse though. Like, you could’ve been together for a year or something” You try again but it doesn’t seem to work well and Ellie sighs.

“Two months is a long period of time anyways. You don’t understand, you’ve never had a girlfriend” She whines, throwing herself next to you on your bed.

“Hey!” You throw a pillow at her. “I still have time” 

“Okay, okay” She puts her hands up in a defensive gesture. She’s making fun of your lack of romantic relations whenever she can. “But you can do like, a lot of things in two months in a relationship“

“A lot of things? Like..?” You look at her, curiosity in your eyes as a thought occurs in your mind “Like… have you done the deed?”

“What? No! Ew, don’t say it like that” Another groan escapes Ellies’ lips and she hides her face in hands. “We just… Kissed. A lot. Unlike you” She smirks as she finds another reason to make fun of you.

You don’t say anything because you know it’s true. Yeah, you haven’t kissed anyone yet. It’s not like you didn’t want to, you just… Never had a chance.

“Actually, why have you never kissed?” She turns right to face you. There is no malice in her voice, just pure curiosity.

You drop your gaze down “I don’t know I just… I haven’t had a good opportunity, I guess?”

“Bullshit. If you wanted to do it, you’ve already done it. Seriously, with that pretty face of yours?” She jokingly strokes your cheek

Your gaze is still running away from Ellie’s inquisitive irises. Suddenly, it feels like the temperature just increased by another 32 degrees.

“I guess I am just too nervous to do it. I have, like, no idea how to kiss” You admit

A chuck escapes Ellie’s lips “Sorry, shouldn’t be laughing but it sounds ridiculous. You’ve never kissed because you don’t know how? Yet you don’t even want to try” Ellie really tries not to laugh but can’t help a giggle which she tries to cover with a cough

“It’s just not that easy as it sounds. Not for me” Though she is laughing, you don’t feel amused. You realized it’s true, you’re actually scared to kiss.

“Listen, I’m really sorry” The girl says when she sees your serious expression. Ellie puts her hand on your arm “What if someone… showed you?” Her lips curl into a playful smile

I finally let my gaze meet your eyes “Like a movie?” You awkwardly chuckle, trying not to jump to any conclusions.

“No dumbass, like a person would actually… teach you. Would that make you less nervous?” Ellie suddenly sounds kind and now it’s her gaze that runs away from your eyes.

I gulp. It’s obvious what Ellie means now “Like… you want to kiss me?” You ask, a ray of hope creeping into your voice

“No, I, uh. I don’t necessarily want to, I just want to be a good friend and help you out” She sounds so nervous all of a sudden.

“Well, yeah sure, you can steal my first kiss” I say sarcastically, but to be honest you actually want her to help me out.

“Alright, come here” Ellie’s confident again, she pats a space on your bed in front of her, inviting you to sit closer.

You take a deep breath as you change your position, fake yawning to check for bad breath hoping Ellie didn’t notice that. But she did.

“I don’t care about your breath, really” She chuckles again but it doesn’t sound annoying. Not anymore.

“It's not like I thought you would, I know you won't judge me and-” I start mumbling because of the nerves “fuck I don’t even know what I’m saying” I admit with a sigh and an awkward smile.

“Are you nervous, flower?” She brings her hands to your cheeks and gently strokes them and you feel dizzy as if the blood left your whole brain, but in reality it’s quite the opposite. A blush creeps on your cheeks. Ellie has never called you a name like that before.

“I promise it will feel nice” Your best friend half-whispers and you feel like the whole world is spinning. You must have a real stupid look on your face but you don’t even care at this moment.

“So,” she starts “It’s all about what you do before the kiss” She puts her hands down and looks you into the eyes. Then her gaze lands on your mouth and your eyes again.

“You should look them into the eyes, at their lips, and into the eyes again.” She bites her lip “Extra points if you do that.” You are so lost in this moment you don’t really listen to her anymore. You can smell her cologne and shower gel. You can feel how hard your heart is pumping, too.

“And if you’re bold enough” She stops to bring her hand to your ear and she tucks a strand of hair behind it “You can do this. Trust me, it works” But you’re a living proof it works, as well as the damp spot on your underwear is.

“So? Are you ready?”

At first, you forget words in your throat. You clear it, and answer, your voice just a whisper “...Yeah”

She puts her hands on your cheeks once again and pulls you closer. You watch as she closes her eyes, so you do the same. And then you feel her lips on yours. It doesn’t feel like you imagined, it’s wet and slippery. But she was right, it feels really nice. She sucks gently on your lower lip, tilting her head, so you do the same to her upper lip. You feel so many things at once, yet you feel numb at the same time. Butterflies in your stomach going crazy, the smell of her warm skin, soft lips against yours, confident fingers holding your cheeks, her saliva mixing with yours, throbbing between your legs. The only sound in the room is this wet kissing sound you are making and your heartbeat. And, did you hear that right, a whimper from Ellie? The kiss lasted about five seconds, but it felt like eternity to you. 

Ellie pulls away from the kiss. She keeps her hands on your face and you already miss her soft lips.

“So? How did your first kiss feel?” That’s all she says as if nothing has happened. As if she didn’t just kiss her best friend for the first time.

You touch your lips with your fingers, like you are checking if it actually happened. You are speechless at first, but finally manage to say something, it doesn’t even make sense. “Wow.. It was.. thanks Ellie”

“What?” She furrows her eyebrows with a smirk on her lips. “Um, you want advice? Another try? Anything?” She suggests, slightly amused by your reaction

“Yeah, right, advice or kiss me again or something” You start mumbling again

“I would say… Just don’t tilt your head so much. And don’t stress, princess.” She does it again, calls you a name that makes your face red “But to be honest, it was adorable how nervous you were.”

You finally regain your attitude but your voice is still low. You roll your eyes at her “So… Can you kiss me again?”

pics credits on pinterest: ambar, vic

[killerbait-deactivated20250314]

so this is the sex god we're all drooling over huh

[misserabella]

sick love

perv! ellie williams x fem! reader

pt2

synopsis; you catch your best friend ellie touching herself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns her on even more. if only you knew she had been dreaming about this moment for her entire fucking life and that she has even planned for it to happen…

cw; really perv!ellie, dark themes, somnophilia (if you squint), breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom ellie for the first part but dominant on the end, p in v sex, cum eating, masturbation (ellie), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, slight stalking? (only if you really really squint), hair pulling, blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!

‘Use me. Use me...’

Ellie was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed —that too— but in a really pervert way. Her sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and her, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were nowhere to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you’d invited Ellie for a sleep over.

Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen sleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. She found herself staring for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been sharing, her eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.

Full honesty? She didn’t even remember how her panties had gotten that fucking soaked nor how her hand had ended inside her pants, palm slick in precum as her fingers thrusted inside her slick cunt, bottom lip in between her teeth and soft moans and groans scaping her lips. But she didn’t care. She came so hard that night that she swore she saw stars on your living room’s ceiling.

After that, she of course felt awkward and embarrassed of herself around you. Masturbating to her sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when she found herself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.

She relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against her neck, your tits fully pressed to her chest and whimpers making her pussy drool, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for her to stop as she beat the shit out of them.

She liked to see you cry, but if it wasn’t because of her, she wouldn’t have it. She sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up, so she always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to herself. Like it had to be. You were hers, or you’ll be.

You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, “Fuck! I cant found my chapstick.” her shrugging even when she knew that she was, in fact, the thug. Then, she’d go back to her house and open the last drawer of her desk — which she had under key— and take the same chapstick out of her pocket to push it inside along with the other things she had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets… Panties.

She loved them. She almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs… She loved the ones that she stole from the dirty laundry the most, which’s crotch she would push against her nose and lick as she fucked herself. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove her crazy.

Another thing Ellie loved to do was take photos of you. She had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. She loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat… Being simply you.

But she also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for her. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body —facing away from the door of your bathroom— when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that you’d wear. She even had one of you resting asleep on her lap, lips parted and against her clothed cunt. She saved some of them on her wallet in case she ever had to take care of herself when she hung out with you.

She was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to her porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to her cum.

And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of her infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case she ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if she ever felt lonely in her empty house. At first, before her infatuation appeared, she would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for her to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now she snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. She had licked her cum out of your fingers when she had used your hand to masturbate, having to hold in her moans and whimpers. Other nights, she would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push her head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as her hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish her head.

She loved it when you played with her hair, groaning when you’d pull from it when she’d tickle you, and laughing when you’d scream at her for using your good conditioner after a pool day. She was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, smelling you on her skin to fuck herself while she showered in your house.

She would stole food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in her mouth. You’d always whine about it, but she never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving her full access to it when you were full.

Ellie considered herself to be a woman with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. She would love to fuck you to her liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call her daddy. She thought of herself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of her numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked her and fucked her, using her like you’d use a fucking toy. She had woken up with a raging orgasm as from her lips fell the word ‘mommy’.

Was she a pervert? Absolutely. Would she ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.

She’d prefer to die with this feelings than ever telling you she loved you. She was just terrified of the thought of you pushing her away or ever hurting your friendship.

So after a day full of what she thought of ‘teasing’, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at her for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that she always bought you, she would come to her house and enter her room with slick coating her thighs. She would pull out of the back of her closet her pussy-shaped toy and her strap and spray one of her pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend her other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for her cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And that’s what she’d do, fuck her stupid little toy with her face fully buried on the perfumed one as she imagined you under her, ass up and chest pushed against her bedsheets. Her pace was needy, harsh and deep, the back of the strap bumping against her clit and from her mouth dirty talking spilling. ‘Yeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.’ ‘That’s a good girl for daddy.’ Those were always the best orgasms, making herself cum over and over again when she couldn’t found herself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasn’t your pussy what she fucked in between whimpers.

She sometimes would leave her house’s and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching her red handed.

But they were all just dreams, they weren’t supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there she was, and so were you.

That day she had come with a really painful ache in between her thighs. You’d been sitting on her lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that you’d be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that she had found herself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your friends, laughing with them and jumping on her lap when the jokes were too good. Well, she was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found her hair and slowly massaged her scalp, every now and then pulling at her hair when you played with her locks, her hands trembling on your thighs —which spread sideways across from hers— thumbs circling your soft skin.

The fact that you were using her. The fact that she felt used by you and only you, was what had her gritting her teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Ellie was a good girl, so she just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of her mouth. She felt like breathing once again when you got up from her lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when she no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against her.

“Fuck, y/n…” she whimpered when she plopped on her bed, her palm pushing hardly against her pulsing and aching cunt, precum staining her jeans and underwear. She had pulled out from her closet her fleshlight and strap, since she felt that her hand would not be enough today. She had to fuck herself. “Please, fuck me, please…” she was a babbling mess when the tip pushed inside the lubed toy and her clit rubbed against the strap. “Use my cock, baby… Use me…” she found himself whimpering at her mind scenario, in which you would ride her relentlessly, her dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that you’d torture to make yourself cum all over her cock. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good… Ah, faster.” she was a babbling mess, her hips rutting upwards against her hand movements to fuck her cock deeper in the toy.

“Els!!!” you had called from downstairs as you opened her unlocked front door. Ellie always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a film she had been dying to watch for months and for which she had cried after finding out that it had been banned and would never get to the town’s Film Store. After seeing just how badly she wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the city’s center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. “I have a surprise for you!!” you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didn’t hear and answer from her. “Ellie?” you called out again, the soft sound of her voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving her a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching her room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.

“Fuck, just like that. Faster, please…” was she with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Ellie fucking with some random girl that wasn’t you. You’ve liked her for years on end, since the first time that she held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But she never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasn’t friendly, so, in the end, —being too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendship— you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that she had to be just what she was; your best friend.

Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached her slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was she fucking, promising yourself that you’d leave once you’ve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out she was not fucking anyone but herself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as her hips fucked upwards, inside her pussy-shaped flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from her lips new groans and moans fell. Ellie was fucking touching herself, desperately rubbing her cunt against the strap, slick on her thighs. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You needed to get away from there. Yeah, that’s what you’d do. You’d go back to your house and forget all about it… Or that’s what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.

She looked so hot and pretty all needy… Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, eyebrows pushed together as her head fell back against her pillow, hair messy all over it. Her hand was slow, pushing the toy down on her cock in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see just how long and thick it was, her thrusts making the lube’s wet sounds fill the room. “Ah, fuck…” her voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadn’t bit down on your bottom lip.

Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friend’s lips. “Fuck, y/n…, mommy…, please, fuck, fuck, fuck…” your eyes widened, not only because…, fuck, Ellie was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because she had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Ellie’s movements stopped, her gaze moving to her opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and tape in hand.

She quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under her breath when she sat up, a pillow hiding the strap, clit throbbing at the sight of your trembling legs. “Fuck, y/n, I…” she didn’t even know what to say. You had caught her, caught her fucking herself with her goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught her moaning your name. She felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught her… Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at her while she pleasured herself. She had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. “How much did you hear?” she cursed when you didn’t answer, cheeks reddening and hole twitching under the pillow, leaking against her thigh.

“Mommy.” you said, making her head snap back to you, a frown on her face, eyes widening when you let the film fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to her bed.

“W…What?” fuck.

“ ‘Mommy’. That’s what you called me.” you smirked, eyes falling to her lap when she pushed the pillow further down. “Who would think that you would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as you fuck yourself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.” she stuttered as she shook her head.

“It’s not what it seems like, I…”

“You what?” you pushed, thumb and index gripping her chin so her eyes would find yours. “Are you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?” she moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. “Mmh? Answer me.” you ordered and she whimpered, your pussy clenching when she shook her head and cried out a ‘no’. “ ‘No’ what?” your lips brushed against hers, teasing her to get out of her what you wanted.

“No, mommy.” you pulled her hair when she tried to kiss you, making her groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. “Please…” she pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on her lap.

“Only good girls get a kiss, Els.”

“I’m a good girl…” she was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussy…

“Oh yeah?” she nodded, her tongue dampening her lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered her almost naked body. “The why don’t you show me?” she shivered when your lips latched to her neck, your tongue pressing against her skin in open mouth kisses that led to her ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?” she moaned, muttering a ‘fuck’ as she nodded, making you smirk. “Then go ahead, baby, let me see.” you pulled away as she pushed the pillow off her lap, pussy twitching and thighs soaked in slick.

In the state she was… She would do anything for you. She would even fuck herself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.

She moaned when you sat down on her desk’s chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. Her hands were shaking when her fingers gripped around the clear silicone or her toy, whimpering when she noticed your eyes on her strap.

It was big —if not massive—, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew she could give it to you, that she would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on the shaft with your tongue and take it so deep on your throat you’d whimper at the pain of your jaw. “Aw, poor Ellie…” you cooed at her. “Caught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesn’t it baby?” she nodded, tears on her eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. “Are you gonna cum for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Els?” she moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to her reaction. She liked that.

Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing her cum making her go crazy. She whined when and tortured her bottom lip with her teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for her to see. “Fuck…” she cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breasts— hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingers— and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. “Shit, y/n.”

Her pussy was drooling like crazy with every new and fast thrust of her hips, pleads falling off her lips with every brush against her clit. ‘I need you. Need you so bad, y/n…’ ‘Please mommy…’ ‘I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…’

“Oh yeah? You gonna cum?” You clicked your tongue when she nodded, chuckling at her behavior. “Look at how pathetic you look.” she whimpered when you had made your way back to her side, standing in front of her and making her head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on her hair, making her hips stutter and breathy whines rip her throat. “Hold it. I haven’t told you to cum yet.” she cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. “Fuck, you are too fucking loud.” you said and she had to squeeze the toy and stop her movements to not come when you pushed your damped panties into her mouth, slicked crotch flat against her tongue. Her muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, her eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when she could take a taste on just how sweet you were. She choked on the lace when you startled her legs. Her eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for her to see, thin strips of slick connected them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. “Here. Cum on my pussy.” you said, leaning on the skin of her neck to suck a hard hickey on her flesh as you pushed aside her strap, exposing her swollen and reddish soaked pussy.

You didn’t even had to say it twice, her hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to push you down on her and cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when her white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, her mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on hers. You hummed as you stroked her hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across her chest. She was still fucking horny. “Good girl…” you cooed, placing the strap back on top of her cunt, loving just how fucked out she seemed. She moaned when you sat on her cock, its length in between your wet folds and the tip bumping against your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” she cried out with your panties on her mouth when you rocked your hips against hers. That’s all it took for her to cum for a second time, right after her first orgasm. You were gonna fuck her, shit, you were gonna fuck her cock…

You moaned, feeling her nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy against the silicone due to the amount of slick that coated it. “You came again, baby?” she nodded, moaning due to your humping, overstimulating her clit. “Fuck, Els…” you pulled your panties away from her mouth, wanting to hear her groans. “Look at you, making a mess of my cunt.” you were fucking soaked for her.

“Fuck, y/n…” your name sounded so wonderful falling from her lips… “Please, can I… Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. I’ll make you feel good, I promise, I’ll be good…” you pulled her bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. “I promise. I promise mommy…” your thumb brushed your own lips when she leaned in, pupils blown and need on her green thin irises. She looked high. And she was, high on her favorite drug: you.

You nodded, giving in, and gasped when she had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, her hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, her hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a ‘The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, fuck.’. You were tugging on her hair as she played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering her lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which she quickly discarded away on her bedroom floor. She pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on her pillow —the same she had fucked multiple times while thinking about you—, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. She moaned, pussy aching, ‘cause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for her.

She didn’t waste time in parting your thighs —which she took her time with, and of course she would, she had been dreaming about making them bleed for years now—, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on her hair. “Ellie…” you whined when she bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. She was so drunk on your skin… She could spend her whole life kissing it that she would never get fucking tired of it. But her teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed her mouth on it now. And she seemed to get it when you pushed her further against it, her hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above her shoulders as she sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when her tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, her due to just how much she had dreamed about the taste of your pussy —which she had tasted before, but only clothed— and you to how many times you had touched yourself with her mouth in mind. Her name falling off your lips on a whimper had her hips rocking against the duvet as she ate you out sweet and slow.

It was only when her fingers found their way to your entrance that she started to eat you just like you needed and she always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming her name when her fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as her tongue circled your clit. It was just then when you understood the rumors that went around in your highschool about her mouth. Ellie knew how to use it, really well. So well that she had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. She was like a starved woman, burying her face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in her tongue. “Fuck, Els, I…” you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on her hair. She knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, Ellie crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

She moaned, begging for it. “Please cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, please…” you whined when her tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Ellie drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled her bedroom.

You mewled when once you’d come down from your high, her tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on her wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called for her. She whimpered when you tugged on her hair, pulling her away from your pussy as you sat up. She looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. “Please, just a little bit more, mommy…” she begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on her mouth. “Please, I need it…” your eyes fell to her strap, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where she had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took it in your hand, making her bite down on her lips.

“I’ll let you choose where to cum next, Els.” you said, your other hand coming to her cheek to rub the flush on her skin. “I could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourself…” her hole twitched to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped her face left her to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for her to see. “Or you could cum inside of me.” her eyes rolled to the back of her head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. “What do you say, Ellie? Where do you want to cum, baby?” she was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling off her lips as she leaned on you, eyes on your own.

“Inside.” she found herself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering her the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had her reeling. If only she could really cum inside, she’d make sure to do it over and over again until your belly would swell.

“Oh yeah?” you whispered against her lips, her nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with her own. “You wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?” you gave her a sweet smile when she moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of her mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. “Then come here, Els.” she was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive her there, hands on her neck when she leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which she didn’t even need since you were now entering your tongue in her mouth, making her groan. Fuck, she could come just with that. With your tongue in her mouth, your body against her and the thought that you were only letting her fuck you to seek your own release. She moaned on your open mouth when you took her dick to align it with your entrance. You needed her, and you needed her now. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me Ellie, please, please…” you whimpered, and she didn’t wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the other’s as she bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight, mommy, so tight… Shit.” she was struggling to move at how hard your walls were swallowing her. Your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving her full access to your neck, which she kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. She was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. Her stretch had you delirious, her tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of her back, making her groan. The two of you were taking your time, her letting you get used to the feeling of her heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges you’d only dreamed of getting to. She groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against her. “Please y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to… I need to…”

“Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl for me and let me use your cock, alright?” she whimpered at your words, and in less than one second she had you gripping to her back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. “Oh fuck, yeah Ellie, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me…”

She was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. Her hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on her cock, just as desperate as her. She was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. “Fuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyou…” she was a mess. Both of you were. Her thrusts had you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in her. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrusts, making your nails dig up on her back, probably leaving marks.

“Fuck, Ellie, fuck, I’m close, shit, I’m gonna cum…” you whimpered on her ear, making her fuck you harder.

“Cum on my cock, mommy, please, please… Use me. Use me…” she begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over her dick as she fucked you dumb, her hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.

The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was her name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. “Ellie, Ellie, Ellie…”

“Shit, Imma cum, I’m cumming so fucking hard… Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonna…, fuck!” her thrusts became sloppier. “Im gonna cum, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”hips thrusted one, two, three more times before she finally came. She was whimpering ‘mommy’ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting the back of her strap and her thighs.

“Shit, fuck, Ellie. So good…” you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness as she had stilled up to the base inside of your swollen and used cunt. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. “Ellie!” Though you really couldn’t even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against her pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when she pulled you up from your ass, her cock ramming inside of your soaked pussy. You cried out when her hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you, ‘mommy’?” you could hear the teasing in her voice. “I’m sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didn’t you?” you couldn’t really comprehend how her mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Ellie had you cumming so hard on her cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around her dick in anticipation. “Well, I hope you did, ‘cause now is my fucking turn.”

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a/n; I NEEDED TO OKAY? I NEEDED TO MAKE A SICK LOVE ELLIE VERSION SORRY!! 🩵

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