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Chapter 1
social suicide
synopsis: The separate lives of a pro-wrestling woman wrestler and an up-and-coming actress cross when one post is shared. As the world uncovers the history between the two, they must dodge the punch or throw in the towel.
warnings: swearing, stereotyping, mostly Caitlyn and Vi being bsfs.
a/n: first chapter!! This is a really short chapter to get a kind of background of vi and cait’s relationship! White is Cait, dark is Vi POV.
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The Pitt Ellie Williams AU
Okay let me set the scene: Ellie and reader are both doctors in the Pitt (maybe Reader is lower level resident and Ellie is med student) and they fall in love. I need it now. Like right now.
Also Reader is best friends with Santos and Whitaker bc I make the rules.
Cast list!
Throw in the Towel cast list
Violet Lanes……………..………………………The Wrestler
Caitlyn Kiramman..……………………………The Model
Jinx ‘Powder’ Lanes………………………….The Artist
Ekko Timeless.………………………………….The DJ
Mel Medarda…………………………………….The CEO
Reader………………………………………………The Actress
hi!! So some of these profiles aren’t that relevant to the story but the characters will be in the story at some point I just got carried away and had fun creating profiles! If you couldn’t tell Vi heavily inspired my Rhea Ripley, Caitlyn is inspired by Alex Consani, and Reader is inspired by Chase infinity!!
Art creds for Cait and Vi: dorianas_art and caitvilve
Also first chapter will be out soon and I will start the tag-list, so let me know if you would like to be added!
THROW IN THE TOWEL
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wrestler! vi x actress! reader smau
synopsis: Two separate lives, two separate dating rumors, and 1 past. Violet Lanes is the top women’s wrestler in the world. At the peak of this wrestler’s fame, she must work her way through the ranks of training and rumors, but what happens when 1 post causes a fall? Y/n L/n up and coming movie star with a movie that was a hit at the box office. Suddenly, at the height of fame, cracks appear. High school lovers forced to reconnect as the world chants for an appearance or even an acknowledgment. Will the two beat the odds or throw in the towel?
warnings: modern au, angst (at some points), friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, swearing, reader is dry often, vi and reader are both in dark mode, invasive social media, yeah idk what else to add so more will be added as we go!
author’s note: Hi everyone!!! So when I came on Tumblr, never would I have thought I would make any fics, but then I just fell in love with smaus. Please be kind because this is my first time doing anything like this, and I can’t wait to share this story. I hope you enjoy!!
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coming to theaters near you….
THROW IN THE TOWEL
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Pro wrestler Vi x Actress reader
Okay once again these niche ideas keep coming to me but anyways something special is coming out related to this post so go follow my other account! @sst4rdust3d
Southern gothic Ellie Williams x black reader
I need more southern gothic fics so bad. Mood board inspired by this post by @nymphet-quenn
Apocalypse Arcane AU
Saw a post on Pinterest and I immediately needed to make visuals. If this already exists just go ahead and send it my way.
Caitlyn Kiramman is definitely the sniper of the group, is always loaded and won’t hesitate to shoot. Was a police officer before the outbreak.
Violet, although she uses weapons from time to time she prefers to use her hands. Had a very rough life before the outbreak and that’s what caused her to do so well in this apocalyptic world.
Jinx, even after the world ended her crazy fashion never left. She does so well in this world because she is able to handcraft all of her weapons.
Thinking about Joan Jett Kristen Stewart A LOT rn.
“Then you better start praying I make it”
I will continue to manifest this fic idea especially now that there is art for it
Made this in September and I’m still there.
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“I want you to eat me bones and all”
Took me yearssss to watch this movie and I’m so mad I didn’t sooner bc I am OBSESSED. So if anyone has any Bones and All Ellie type fics pls send and if anyone thinks to make one pls do.
ELLIE WILLIAMS-Olympic Lovers
Ngl I come home everyday and watch Olympic ice skating and when I was watching duo free dance a little idea popped in my head. Hear me out for a second: Olympic dance partners OR rivals from different countries….could be SO good.
Labyrinth Ellie Williams AU
Okay yes I understand how problematic this movie is but it’s such a classic. Just imagine an 80s dark fantasy fic where Ellie is Goblin King and The Reader has a Sarah type vibe.
Rewind — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄. 𝟎𝟑
60s!reader & 00s!Ellie
⤹ ✿ Sumarry: Two months in a new time blur together as you and Ellie grow closer. Small touches, shared warmth, and quiet moments reveal feelings neither of you fully understands — yet somehow, being near her begins to feel like home.
⤹ ✿ Note: The idea for this AU came from an @sst4rch1ld moodboard. The chapter has not been proofread, there may be grammar or punctuation errors.
Two months had passed in a blur, slipping through your fingers like smoke. As the days went by, you felt yourself slowly fading, as if you didn’t fully belong anywhere anymore. Ellie was still trying to understand what had brought you to that time, searching for some kind of explanation, but it wasn’t easy, especially at the end of the year, when she was overwhelmed with exams and graduation pressure. Ellie was a nerd, yes, but not a genius. She did her best, even when she didn’t have all the answers.
Amid all the despair and the aching longing for your family, you and Ellie grew closer. She became your anchor, the one constant in this unfamiliar world. She was all you had and she was still trying, never giving up on you.
Going to school with Ellie taught you more than just subjects from textbooks. Catching up on the final year was exhausting, and sometimes it felt impossible to understand everything so quickly, but Ellie was endlessly patient, explaining things over and over until they finally made sense.
“Hey… you’ve been quiet all day,” Ellie said softly, closing her notebook and turning toward you. “Did something happen?”
You shrugged, staring at your hands. “I don’t know. Some days just feel heavier than others.”
Ellie nodded, as if she understood more than she let on. “Is it… 1963 again?”
Your breath caught for a moment. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I keep thinking about what my family might be doing right now. If they even notice I’m gone yet.”
Ellie swallowed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I knew how to fix this. I really do.”
“You’re already doing more than enough,” you replied quickly, finally looking at her. “You didn’t ask for me to show up in your life like this.”
She smiled sadly. “You’re not a burden, you know that, right?”
“Everything here is so different. Sometimes I’m scared I’ll forget who I used to be.” You said quietly.
Ellie leaned back in her chair, thinking. “Talk to me about it. About your time. About who you are.”
You hesitated, then nodded. “Christmas was… quieter where I’m from, only a few people” you said. “But it felt warmer. Just because everyone was together.”
Ellie’s eyes softened. “Then we’ll make this Christmas feel like that,” she said gently. “It won’t be perfect, but… you won’t be alone.”
You smiled, a small but genuine one. “Thank you, Ellie.”
“Always,” she replied. “Until we figure out how to get you home, or until you’re ready for whatever comes next.”
With that, you just stared at her. Your heart warmed again, beating faster in your chest. It felt strange, almost unsettling, to feel this way about a friend. You had friends back in your own time, people you cared about deeply, but you had never felt this. Maybe it was because Ellie was different. She was kind in a quiet way, patient, gentle. Maybe she was simply such a good friend — your favorite — that your heart reacted without asking permission.
Ellie wasn’t immune to the feeling either. The difference was that she recognized it. She knew what it meant, even if she didn’t fully understand what to do with it yet. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe she was scared you wouldn’t feel the same or that the time you came from made everything more complicated.
You just kept looking at each other, the silence stretching between you. You felt an urge to move closer, to close the small distance separating you. Maybe for a hug. Why did you suddenly feel so aware of her presence, so sensitive to every little movement? Best friends didn’t usually feel like this… did they?
Ellie gathered her courage and leaned in slightly. You didn’t move. Not because you didn’t want to — but because you couldn’t. You were completely mesmerized by her: the freckles scattered across her face, the soft green of her eyes. The silence grew heavier, pressing against your chest, until it became unbearable. You cleared your throat and looked away.
Ellie let out a small, nervous laugh.
“Why.. Why do I feel weird wanting a hug?” you asked, awkward.
“well.. I don't know. You can always ask for a hug from me.” She said, already opening her arms to welcome you.
You didn't waste your time, already leaning into her arms and letting out a quiet sigh.
For Ellie, it was just a hug. Simple. Natural. Almost innocent.
For you, it felt like crossing a line carved into your bones decades ago.
The moment her arms wrapped around you, your body betrayed you. You melted, not dramatically, not visibly but in a way that scared you far more. Your shoulders relaxed. Your breath evened out. Your forehead brushed against her collarbone, and for half a second, you forgot where you were. Ellie smelled like soap and something warm, something alive. Your hands hovered awkwardly at her sides. You didn’t hug back. You clung. The realization hit you all at once. sharp and merciless.
Ellie’s arms stayed around you for a moment longer than expected. You didn’t understand why your chest felt tight. Or why your hands trembled slightly against her back. It didn’t feel like fear exactly. Fear you knew well. This was something else. Something unfamiliar. Uninvited.
You pulled away first. Too fast.
“I—” You stopped yourself. You didn’t even know what you were about to say. Ellie watched you carefully, like she was afraid a sudden move might scare you off. “Are you okay?” You nodded. Then shook your head. Then nodded again. “I don’t know,” you admitted. The words tasted strange. “I just… I don’t usually feel like this.”
“Like what?” she asked gently.
You opened your mouth — and closed it.
There was no word for it. No memory to compare it to. Just a restless sensation under your skin, a warmth that made you want to step closer and farther away at the same time.
“I don't know.. like —” You stopped. “Like I can't breathe?” you said finally, quieter. Just confused. Ellie’s expression softened. You hugged your arms around yourself, suddenly very aware of your own body, of how close she still was. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, ashamed. “I can give you space,” she said immediately. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
That made your stomach twist. It wasn’t her presence that bothered you. It was how aware you were of it.
“No,” you said quickly, then hesitated. “I mean— I don’t know. I just need a second.” You looked anywhere but at her. The room felt smaller now. Quieter. Like it was waiting for you to figure something out you didn’t have the tools for. Ellie spoke softly. “You don’t have to understand it right now.”
You let out a shaky breath. Ellie tilted her head slightly. “what do you do when something doesn’t make sense?”
“I pretend it goes away,” you answered. Ellie didn’t smile. “Does it?”
You stayed silent.
Because even now, your body still remembered the shape of her arms around you. The calm. The warmth. The way everything else had gone quiet.
You didn’t know what that meant. But you knew it hadn’t gone away.
You shook your head. “Ugh, I feel weird,” you said, curling into yourself. “Am I weird?” You lifted your head.
Ellie chuckled softly. “Kinda.”
“Oh…” You made a face.
“But what’s wrong with being weird?” she added, tilting her head to the side.
You thought about it for a second. “Weird usually means people stare,” you said. “Or whisper.” Ellie shrugged. “Yeah, but people stare at lots of things. Like pineapple on pizza.”
That caught you off guard. You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s not the same.”
“It is,” she insisted. “Both make people irrationally angry.” You shook your head again, but this time you were smiling a little. “I don’t know… this feels different.”
“Different how?”
You hesitated, searching for the right words and finding none. “Like my body didn’t get the memo,” you said. “Like it’s reacting to something my brain didn’t agree to.”
Ellie laughed, softer this time. “Okay, yeah. That happens.”
You blinked. “It does?”
“All the time,” she said easily. “Bodies are weird. They do stuff without asking.” That made you relax. just a bit. You uncrossed your arms, then crossed them again out of habit. “So I’m not broken?”
Ellie looked at you like that idea was genuinely funny. “No. If you were broken, I’d hear some kind of cracking sound.”
You smiled despite yourself. There was a small pause. Not awkward — just quiet.
You glanced at her. “So… when something feels weird, what do you do?”
Ellie thought for a moment. “I usually just let it be weird,” she said. “I don’t poke it too much.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
She grinned. “Only if you overthink it.”
You huffed. “I overthink everything.”
“I noticed,” Ellie teased gently.
The warmth crept back into your chest. That same confusing flutter, but this time, it didn’t feel so alarming. Still strange. Still unfamiliar. Just… less scary.
You didn’t know what it meant. But for now, you could live with weird.
Ellie shifted closer, slow enough that you noticed every inch of it.
You tensed out of habit, then stopped yourself. Nothing bad happened. The floor didn’t open. No alarms went off. It was just… her, sitting near you, knees almost touching. “It’s getting late,” she said. “You look tired.”
“I’m not tired,” you replied automatically.
Ellie gave you a look. “You just yawned.”
“That was… a thinking yawn.”
She laughed. “Sure.”
There was a beat of silence. Comfortable this time. The kind that didn’t ask anything of you. “You can stay,” Ellie said casually. “If you want. You don’t have to go anywhere right now.” You hesitated. Staying felt like a decision. Leaving felt like one too. Somehow, staying felt easier.
“Okay,” you said. “But just for a bit.”
“Just a bit,” she echoed. You both lay down, awkward at first, leaving a polite amount of space between your bodies. Too much space. You stared at the ceiling, very aware of the warmth beside you, of the way her breathing slowly evened out. After a few minutes, Ellie shifted in her sleep, rolling slightly toward you. Her arm brushed yours.
You froze.
Then… nothing happened.
Your heart sped up anyway.
You told yourself it was just practical. the room was cool, bodies naturally moved toward warmth. That made sense. That was reasonable. You let yourself relax a little. Another minute passed. Maybe two. Without fully deciding to, you turned onto your side. Ellie murmured something unintelligible, then half-asleep tucked herself closer, her arm settling around your waist like it had always belonged there. You sucked in a quiet breath. This should’ve felt wrong. Alarming. Unacceptable.
Instead, your body softened again, betraying you for the second time that night.
You stayed very still at first, afraid that moving might wake her, or worse — make you aware of what you were doing. But the warmth was steady. Her breathing slow. Safe. Eventually, cautiously, you rested your hand against her arm.
She sighed softly, content, and pulled you in just a little more. Your forehead rested against her shoulder. Your legs tangled without ceremony.
You didn’t know what this meant. You didn’t know what to call it. You didn’t know what tomorrow would demand of you. But right now, wrapped in Ellie’s arms, with the world held at a distance, the weird feeling finally quieted.
Not gone.
Just gentle.
Morning didn’t change things.
That was what surprised you the most.
You woke up tangled in Ellie — her arm still around you, your face pressed lightly against her shoulder — and for a split second, panic tried to kick in. Then you realized she was still asleep, breathing slow and warm, completely unbothered.
So you stayed.
When she finally stirred, there was no dramatic reaction. No jumping apart. Just a sleepy sound from her throat and a lazy stretch that somehow pulled you closer instead of away. “Morning,” she mumbled.
“Morning,” you answered, your voice rough from sleep.
Neither of you mentioned the fact that you were still holding each other. You expected things to snap back into place after that. Distance. Awareness. Rules. But they didn’t. Instead, little things started happening.
Ellie would sit closer than necessary, knees brushing yours like it was an accident — even when there was plenty of space. When she laughed, she’d lean into you without thinking, her shoulder knocking into yours, her hand briefly gripping your arm for balance. And you? you didn’t move away.
Sometimes your fingers found the sleeve of her jacket when she was talking, tugging at it absentmindedly. Sometimes you’d reach out to get her attention and realize your hand had been resting on her wrist a second longer than needed.
None of it felt planned. That was the strange part. The touches just… appeared. Like they’d always been there and you were only now noticing them.
Once, she brushed a crumb off the corner of your mouth with her thumb before either of you realized what was happening. You froze, eyes wide, heart kicking hard against your ribs.
Ellie froze too.
“Oh— sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t even think.”
You swallowed. “It’s… fine.”
And it was.
Another time, you fell asleep on the couch, head tipping sideways. When you woke up, your head was in her lap, her fingers lazily tracing nothing in particular along your arm as she watched something on TV. You shifted slightly.
She looked down. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said. After a beat: “You can keep doing that.”
She smiled — small, warm, not teasing. “Okay.”
What unsettled you wasn’t the closeness anymore.
It was how natural it felt.
Your body seemed to recognize Ellie before your mind could catch up. Leaning toward her when you laughed. Turning to her first when something caught your attention. Relaxing the moment you felt her nearby.
One evening, walking side by side, your hands brushed.
You both paused. Neither of you pulled away.
Ellie glanced at you, searching your face. “Is this okay?” You looked at your hands. How easily they fit. “I think so,” you said slowly. “It doesn’t feel… loud.” She smiled softly. “Good.” Your fingers curled around hers before you had time to think about it.
You still didn’t know what any of it meant. You still didn’t have a name for the feeling.
But whatever it was, it kept showing up in quiet ways — in borrowed warmth, in absent touches, in the simple fact that being close to Ellie felt less like a question now... and more like an answer you hadn’t learned how to say yet.
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Teacher Ellie x Teacher Reader
Okay so I forgot the post button was an option but I’ve been watching Abbot Elementary nonstoppppp like I just love it so much and then I realized how cute a fic would be. Like I need.
Gothic vampire Ellie x Reader!
Currently manifestitng vampire Ellie paying me a visit the night of Christmas Eve!
In honor of stranger things season 5
80s Christmas party where reader meets Ellie!
If anyone has moodboard ideas send them my way!
