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Yes!

@s1utlvr literally predicted the young miko and Katseye collab btw

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how it feels to message bro when they're offline

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Ashley is so underrated,Ellie is so appreciated for her looks but has anyone seen her voice actress,SAVE ME ASHLEY JOHNSON 😩😩

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i have 5 pairs of those juicy shorts 😝 two are light pink one is hot pink and the other two are black😚

Cutieee I have a pink pair some satin ones and 2 of the track pants !

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Me in a nutshell no exaggeration

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Writing on tumblr every now and then for fun and getting a few notes

But once there was a time……

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Todos los días todo el día

Siento que merezco más

Everyday all day

I feel like I deserve more

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Who the hell wants to read tragic lesbian fanfiction???? Me I do even tho my life is a tragic lesbian fanfic

somehow it’s december again and you’re still the first person i want to tell things to

girlfriend!ellie williams x fem reader

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Princess Peach ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Ellie Williams X Fem! Reader OneShot!.𖥔 ݁

summary: you and Ellie’s on and off again cycle, after all you’ve always enjoyed a good game.

a/n: legit wrote this one in one go at 3am after listening to princess peach by young miko (great song by the way)…..if it sucks this is most def why but idk if the people want a part 2 let me know

warnings! suggestive content, mentions of drugs.

You knew exactly what you were doing not blocking Ellie.

Sure your argument was stupid but it was definitely ground for blocking her, yet you didn’t, in-fact you did nothing at all. Leaving her added on instagram so she could watch herself slowly get removed from your page highlight by highlight, post by post.

It was at that moment when every last picture of her was gone that Ellie thought for just a second that maybe this wasn’t like every other time, that it wasn’t just one of your games, that maybe for once things wouldn’t just blow over. She knew you, of course you weren’t gonna block her but this? This was Just cruel.

Of course that was until she saw the little green circle highlighting your profile picture.

Of course, you knew exactly what you were doing not even bothering to remove her from your close friends.

Ellie wasn’t clueless, she knew it was all a game and in every game there’s always choices.

A) Let it die once and for all.

B) Look, but not touch.

C) Walk right into your trap like every other time.

Ellie would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t enjoy the chase, playing your games in hopes of one day rescuing you from the castle of your mind. However this was not the time, she thought to herself as she clicked on your story, her mind spiraling as it loaded.

Of course there you were,lying on your bed,hair tossed to the side,and cleavage in full display.

You looked perfect like this, lips slightly parted and a pleading look in your eyes. In that moment all choices went out the window because you both knew it was C every time.

Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, she couldn’t let you get away from her, no of course not; so she grabbed the box with her stash that was hidden away under her bed and dm’ed you.

“Your move” Ellie thought to herself as she grabbed a baggie with some pre-rolls out of the dinosaur printed bag.

15 minutes. Nothing.

After staring at your phone waiting for the perfect time to reply finally you folded.

Ellie heard the buzz of her phone and contemplated giving you a taste of your own medicine, waiting it out, but of course she didn’t. There would be plenty of time for punishment later.

Surely enough 3 minutes later you heard a knock on your door and there stood Ellie, shit-eating grin and all.

You opened the door. “Its you”

“Were you expecting someone else?” She murmured looking you up and down.

“Well I wasn’t exactly sure you’d show” you scoffed leaning against the door frame.

“Are we really gonna do this?”

“Do what?” you said crossing your arms, looking at Ellie all innocently watching her wheels turning.

“Do you get off on mind fucking me or is that just a bonus?” Ellie asked, her hands reaching into her back pocket.

“Oh c’mon” you smiled finally breaking character. “We both know you love it.” “Did you want something or-“

“For you” she held out a drawstring bag with 2 joints tied up in a perfect bow.

You smirked, grabbing the bag out of her hand. “Anything else?”

“You know-“ Ellie leaned in closer. “If you weren’t so incredibly hot” “yeah?” “And funny, and witty” “mhm” “no one would put up with this shit” you were just inches a part.

“Oh but you do” you smiled opening the bag up bringing one of the joints up to your nose.

“So what does that make you?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, her feet taking a step back.

You leaned in fingers wrapped around her belt loop pulling her back in.

“You coming in or what?”

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“son with elitist music taste and matcha addiction or daughter who posts whispers on tumblr about how she’s in love with her history teacher and thinks he’ll save her” the noose is around my neck.

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MAROON. .  ၴႅၴ ⋆.˚

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ＭＡＲＯＯＮ a modern college AU!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader story about young love, lust, and loss.

You had gone to school with Ellie since middle school when it felt like she existed purely to hate you; in hindsight she had a lot of pent up anger towards fractions. Then came high school and despite having your individual cliques a silent truce had developed. You were both queer in a shitty small town, sure you expressed it differently and didn’t get half the torment she did in your pink cardigans still you saw you each other in a way you didn’t need words to express.

So yeah, when other girls scattered when they saw Ellie with a camera; they would defend their blatant homophobia by saying they just weren’t camera ready- you were there front and center. That’s how you ended up on just about every page of the yearbook your senior year, your best friend Dina next to you in each photo.

You were both full of ambition desperate to get out, desperate for a satisfaction you were never gonna get out of Jackson, it was a no brainer that you had to go away for college and that’s how it happened.

How you both ended up at the same liberal arts school just outside of Jackson, a stepping stone for what was to come.

You walked into the lecture hall of your Intro to new Media class and your eyes wandered, the room was semi-full with clusters of students talking amongst themselves and the single outliers that surrounded them. Amongst them all was Ellie, a familiarity drawing you in as you sat next to her.

Ellie turned as you filled the seat next to her a somewhat shocked expression taking over her face.

“Hey” she sounded almost as confused as she felt, it was like she had cut you out of a picture from her high school yearbook and taken it with her to college.

“Hey” you replied, “I didn’t know you were going here I haven’t seen you around” You said with a friendly smile.

“No- Yeah I’m here I didn’t know you were here” She said trying to calm down internally only to be saved by the woman who you could only assume was your professor walking in and began going over her syllabus.

As professor Vitelli talked about how there were absolutely no exceptions to her late policy you opened up the notes app on your laptop.

What are you studying?

You typed before turning the computer over to Ellie giving her a gentle jab with your elbow, she glanced over your screen giving you a soft smile before typing a few words.

Graphic Design :p

Cool :)

What about u?

Digital Communication

Very cool

You turned to your right to look at her and for the first time in your six years of knowing Ellie you noticed the way freckles arranged themselves like constellations on her cheeks, up to the bridge of her nose, and how her green eyes seemed to glisten in the fluorescent lighting.

You felt dizzy ,confused, like for a moment you felt like you had to take all the strength you had and run to the health science center, like there was a sudden rush of blood to your head. A rush you would continue to chase til you had no choice but to let it get away.

chapter 1

A/N: Here it is! Honestly this fic is already written in my head so if ppl are actually interested in it I should get some chapters out soon! This is my first time writing in over a year and I feel like this is gonna be a wild ride! Maybe? Just me ok

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MAROON.  ၴႅၴ ⋆.˚

- MOODBOARD

ＭＡＲＯＯＮ a modern college AU!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader story about young love, lust, and loss.

“The lips I used to call home so scarlet it was maroon”

prologue

A/N: WE ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BACK!!! First time writing for Ellie despite reading Ellie fics for 4 years atp so it’s been a long time coming. Honestly I feel like I’m making this fic sound way too dramatic but tragic lesbian situationships are always dramatic so am I really?? Anyways prologue coming very soon and I hope we don’t flop :))))<3333

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LETS GO LESBIANS

Kiss Me

Mary Davis x Riri Timurov

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Synopsis: just Mary and Riri’s first kiss 😊

A/n: I’m sorry but they’re so hot and I literally had to. I swear to god if the cast finds this and reads it I will be forced to take drastic action involving myself and a weapon. Just kidding!!!!! Or am I..? No I’m kidding… am I..? I am!!!

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Warnings: swearing, general feralness, hardcore making out, guys I can’t!!!, probably ooc?? Idk I tried my best but I’m just a girl, not very explicit at all tho, I think there’s one mention of people dying, very normal bet stuff, super abrupt horrible ending, let me know if I missed anything!!

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Mary honestly never expected her life to turn out like this.

She had rose to the top, sat on student council and been so dizzyingly powerful sometimes it feels like a physical ache. She never thought that she would be one of those people that would get addicted to power, and she still doesn’t. She wouldn’t do anything for it, but she misses it more than she expected.

Or maybe she misses the respect?

Being Ryan’s house pet was seriously sickening- she never knew that someone could be so low on the social hierarchy at St. Dom’s.

Maybe she missed the familiarity. The feeling of someone always watching her in admiration, someone hoping to climb the ranks to the student council one day.

And she never expected that Riri Timurov would ask her to the Bet Gala. At first she was slightly scared, mostly confused, but when she talked to Riri on those stairs suddenly that all fell away.

“Do I have a choice?” She had asked. Thinking about the way Riri’s pretty hand curled around the banister sent some weird shock through her. She had leaned forward, lending her ear to the masked girl.

“I really want to see you tonight.”

“Okay,” Mary had said, apprehensive- but so curious it burned inside her veins.

The first words Riri had ever spoken to her, and they were so soft. Sweet, even. Her voice didn’t have any dominance in it, in fact it was the exact opposite. A quiet yearning, a subdued plead. She just really wanted to see Mary.

The date was possibly the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for Mary. It was obvious that Riri had put a lot of time and attention into it. It was decorated beautifully, and they were eating lobster.

They didn’t speak, just ate their lobster, Riri slipping her fork under her mask. And despite her natural curiosity to see what Riri was hiding under there, she didn’t mind. She was more comfortable in the silence with Riri than she had ever been talking to her friends.

When they were done eating, Riri helped Mary stand up. Her hand slipped around Mary’s waist, a comforting hold that felt right, that felt like her hand should always be there, and led her to the opposite side of the room.

The music from the gala. She could hear it on this side of the room. It was faint, but still there, and she suddenly realized Riri wanted to dance with her.

Butterflies exploded in her stomach.

“Will you dance with me, Mary?”

Mary was right about that quiet yearning.

She was starting to notice that Riri’s eyes, although hard to read, let her know everything she was thinking.

And right now Riri’s eyes were wide, nervous, but her pupils were dilated in wonder.

A stupid, almost lovesick smile exploded onto Mary’s face.

“Yeah.”

Mary could tell Riri was smiling too. Faintly. But smiling. Mary had made her smile.

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When Riri invited her to watch the House Pet Hunt with her in the student council rooms, Mary was less surprised by the invitation and more so scared for Kira’s reaction.

It was obvious that Kira wasn’t ecstatic about her being there, but she had mostly held her tongue. Besides, Riri had spent most of the past hour glued to Mary’s side.

That’s where they were now, watching Ryan and Yumeko on the cameras in the woods. The way they were all over each other was honestly disgusting. Mary had bets on this- and they were messing all her plans up. She wanted to be back in the top 10. She wanted that power.

Riri stood next to her, not too close but not too far, staring down at her phone instead of the screen.

Mary kind of wished she could break that phone and have all of Riri’s attention. How would that feel? To have all of Riri in front of her. With or without the mask. Riri’s eyes on her again, touching her again, doing something more than awkward first date dancing.

Maybe she was kind of a hypocrite.

She shook her head, thinking about the bets. About the need for power, back in the top 10.

And under all of that… she did care about Yumeko. And she cared enough about Ryan not to wish him a brutal death at the hands of Chad and Suki. Yet here they were. Acting like lovesick idiots. Anger rushes through her veins.

“They’re being hunted for sport and acting like it’s a date,” she scoffed. “What are they doing? Trauma-bonding?”

Riri looked up at her. The reminder that Riri was there shot panic through Mary.

“I-I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

This time, Riri’s eyes didn’t reveal anything. But, she did put her phone in her pocket, and the two of them went back to watching Ryan and Yumeko act like simpering fools.

God, Ryan was seriously about to come in his pants right there.

“You know what?” Mary started, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. Riri looked at her. “I’m way too focused on Yumeko and less focused on myself. I need to put me first for once.”

She turned to the masked girl. A memory flashed behind her eyes.

Riri telling her to sit. Her asking if it was an order. That simple nod. Maybe Mary just needed someone to tell her what to do sometimes.

“Although…” She took a step closer to Riri, watching the taller girl tense. “I can make one exception.”

Riri chuckled. Again, Mary could tell she was smiling. She turned, and Mary followed her gladly.

Riri led her to the room where the Spade House had kept their flag, where Mary had beaten Riri. She trailed slowly behind the taller girl, watching as she placed her hand on the table.

Riri softly cleared her throat before patting the table.

Mary furrowed her brows. “You want me to sit on there?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Mary shrugged, despite the multiple chairs around the room. She was curious. And undoubtedly excited. She hoisted herself up onto the table, only a few inches away from where Riri’s hand was. Only a few inches away from Riri.

“Do you remember when you took the Spade flag? When you climbed up on the table?”

Mary blinked. “Oh. Yeah, I did do that. Why?” She chuckles. “Did I break it?”

“No.”

“Okay, I know you’re a woman of little words, but I’m gonna need some more.”

Riri chuckled. “You really don’t know.”

Mary wanted to scream at her.

“You don’t know how much you affect me.”

Oh.

“Now I really want you to elaborate.” Did the air seem thicker? It had to be. Was Riri finding it this hard to breathe too?

Riri’s fingertips slowly extended to just brush against Mary’s thigh. She tensed up on instinct, but everything inside of her screamed for Riri to keep going, to touch her, to do more, anything-

Suddenly her entire hand was resting on Mary’s thigh.

Mary’s breath hitched. Riri leaned closer. God, there foreheads were almost touching. With Mary sitting on the table, she was at the same height at the taller girl. Being face to face with her like this made something inside of Mary want to explode. Like a rock rolling down a hill, cracking once it reaches the bottom.

“Tы сводишь меня с ума, моя красавица.”

Mary kissed her.

It wasn’t really a kiss, not through the mask, and kissing fabric wasn’t as exhilarating as the build up. Mary quickly pulled away, shocked at herself for doing that, worried Riri would hate it, breathing heavily.

“Riri,” she gasped. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry-”

Riri’s eyes were the wildest Mary had ever seen them. There was so much emotion in them, all pouring out like words on a page, Mary could read it easily. She could see the surprise, but no disgust. The most prominent emotion was need. Raw, primal need. The kind that scares you. The kind that might be love.

Riri’s eyes flashed at Mary’s words. “No, don’t be sorry.” Her voice was just as breathy as Mary’s. “Let me.”

She slowly raised her hand up and placed it over Mary’s eyes. Mary’s heart was beating so fast the taller girl could surely hear it. The second of silence was torturous.

When Riri’s lips finally met Mary’s, it was like a high she had never felt before. Sure, winning was fun. Gambling could be exhilarating. But this… Mary was addicted to this.

She let her legs fall open, Riri’s hand still firmly over her eyes, Mary staring blankly into the blackness like she would suddenly let her hand down and Mary could look at her properly. Mary could see who made her feel like this, who was kissing her like this. Riri took advantage of Mary’s open legs to press herself right against the table, as close as possible to Mary.

Mary could practically feel the desperation, the wanting rolling off of Riri and no doubt herself.

Riri was in control, even like this. She took away Mary’s sight, now her breath. Mary wouldn’t mind if she put headphones over her too. As long as she could keep kissing her, keep touching her. Riri was entirely in control of the kiss, which Mary had expected due to her natural demeanor-

But this kiss was tinged with something. It was animalistic, it turned heated quickly- was it ever even innocent or chaste? Spit strings between the two of them whenever Riri let Mary get a breath in, before going right back to attacking her.

That’s what it felt like. The world’s most pleasurable mauling.

Finally, when Mary felt like she was choking on Riri, she pulled back.

“I’m sorry, принцесса. I got… carried away.”

Mary couldn’t help but laugh. She suddenly registered Riri’s grip on her waist and thigh. One hand was still digging into her thigh, the other on her waist- both of them so distinctively possessive Mary was sure she would have bruises soon.

That felt better than she knew it would.

That felt exhilarating.

She blinked when Riri finally allowed her to see again, her mask planted firmly onto her face again. Mary was starting to hate that goddamn mask. How could Riri hide something that felt so good, and so beautiful like her face? Her lips? Her teeth that had bumped against Mary’s. Her tongue… Mary would remember that forever.

Riri raised her hand from Mary’s waist and brought it up to her face. Softly, her thumb moved to wipe some of the spit from around Mary’s mouth.

“What does that mean?” Mary asked as Riri visibly got lost, dragging Mary’s lip down with her thumb before letting go. “Those things you said in Russian.”

Mary could tell Riri was smirking.

“How about a bet?”

Mary raised a brow.

“A bet?”

“10,000 that you will let me say whatever I want to you in Russian, without asking me what it means.”

“What, are you dirty talking? You freak.” She hit Riri’s shoulder.

“Maybe, принцесса.”

“Okay, fine. 10,000.” Mary doesn’t think that Riri has ever bet so much before. It would certainly help Mary get back to the top 10. Besides, maybe a little curiosity was good for her. Maybe listening to Riri was good for her. Shutting her brain off for a just a bit… just being with her.

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Tы сводишь меня с ума, красавица - You drive me crazy, beautiful girl.

принцесса - princess

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Young Miko Appreciation Post☆♪

It’s pride month bb listen to lesbian music by lesbians 4 lesbians !!

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Renee Rapp Appreciation post♪☆。

That's it that's the post

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given that pride is right around the corner i need everyone to know that half the trap and rap scene in latin america rn is comprised of queer women (cazzu, villano, young miko to name a few)