Texting, fluff, a little bit of smut ig, Reader being adorable and a great girlfriend, Abby also being adorable and a great girlfriend, Abby and Ellie best friend duo, and that's it! (I was going to make this angst but I didn't so you're welcome)
Feral!Ellie. Freaky!Ellie. JellyEllie is back!! Who's excited? Headcannons of gf!Ellie being obsessed with you. Fluff and smut. Mentions of friends Dina and Jesse and ex Abby.
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This is NSFW. Minors dni please <3 (read with your own safety and maturity in mind.)
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who insists on spraying your perfume and body spray all over her clothes and bed and room and everywhere she can when you stay over so that she can smell you forever
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who doesn't even care that Dina and Jesse make fun of her for being a 'simp'. She will hold your hand and she will kiss you and she will tie your shoelaces for you. She doesn't give a fuck that they're watching, she's practically on her knees for you at every moment
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who begs. She'll do anything you want her to do with the simplest bat of your eyelashes, but if she wants anything, she's got to ask nicely
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who tells you to wear your sluttiest fits to parties and clubs because she likes showing off her beautiful, gorgeous, hot girlfriend (she doesn't care who looks, she'll absolutely deck them)
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who tries not to get jealous, but whenever you smile at someone for a little too long, or look at somebody while you're walking around together, or laugh at somebody's joke she feels her stomach knot and her heart clench
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who likes to fuck you in missionary when you make her feel jealous, just so she can see your gorgeous face and the expressions you make when she's so deep inside you that all you can possibly think about is her
āŖļø Feral!Ellie who loves kissing you in front of your ex Abby. She wants to show everyone that you're hers and that nothing is going to change that fact
Barking like a feral dog in heat I wish this woman was real she occupies a space in my mind that is so vast it's unbelievable I NEED her thank you very much <3
A compilation of baker!Reader and gf!Ellie headcannons. There are some fluffy ones, some smutty ones, and one tiny angsty one cus I can't help myself <3
Based on a request from this post over here! I hope you enjoy! I think this one is quite cute :) please comment if you like it and let me know if you wanna see more!!
Baker!Reader who is always going to the shops for eggs or flour in the middle of the night, waking up with ideas that she simply 'has to make' before she loses them. Ellie finds it hilarious.
Gf!Ellie who comes into the kitchen late one evening after her shift to find you baking (as per usual) flour hand prints on your apron and pink frosting on your nose... somehow.
Gf!Ellie who walks over to you, turning you around with her hands on your hips as she leans in and kisses your forehead. Then, she kisses your nose, licking the frosting off.
Baker!Reader who takes the opportunity to smear some more frosting on your lips, prompting Ellie to kiss you there.
Gf!Ellie who puts more frosting on that one sensitive spot on the left side of your neck, then leans in to suck it off gently, so slow it's almost torturous.
Baker!Reader and Gf!Ellie who have a fun night full of sticky kisses and skin covered in frosting, both ending up pink and sweet by the time they fall asleep.
Baker!Reader who makes Ellie try all her flavour combinations and rate them out of ten.
Gf!Ellie who recently started giving everything a 'six or seven...' just to see your reaction.
Baker!Reader who is NOT amused. 'This is my job, not some stupid joke, Ellie.'
Baker!Reader who gets a flashback from the time she made Ellie a birthday cake, an image popping up on her business instagram three months after the two had broken up. That night, she sobs to herself over half a dozen cupcakes with icing the same specific shade of navy blue that Ellie always used to wear.
Catvi who literally have to be talked off of the ledge after one of them get hurt and the other canāt help but be over protective and worry to much to the point where itās affecting both of them badly perhaps (please)
The hospital ward was quiet, the only two people being Vi and Tobias, sitting opposite each other in the hallway. Caitlyn's room was between them at the end of the hall. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, take it into the room, and feed it to Caitlyn instead of whatever shit the hospital calls 'food'.
Vi picks at her nail beds, leaving the skin flaky and the colour red. Tobias has been pulling his hair out for the last three days.
She's still asleep.
Still half-blind.
Still lost.
And the two of them, Caitlyn's closest relatives, are still facing the stress.
The nurses have been in and out, taking blood, checking vitals, doing tests, but nothing has gotten better.
"I couldn't protect her..." Vi whispers, half to herself, half to the universe.
Tobias' head whips up, his eyes meeting Vi's, reminding her of Caitlyn's in a flash. "What?"
"I... I couldn't... I was there. And I didn't keep her safe. This is my fault."
Shaking his head, Tobias stands up and walks over to the other side of the corridor, sitting next to Vi on the bench and taking one of her hands in both of his own, stopping her from picking at her cuticles. "Stop it."
"No, this always happens. Everyone in my life has been hurt because of me. Everyone. I'm a curse... a- a jinx," she whispers, her voice breaking, on the verge of tears.
"Violet. No. This was not your fault. You didn't choose for Caitlyn to get hurt. It was her own decision to join the fight. You helped her more than you know." The fatherly reassurance is somehow exactly what Vi needed, and entirely too much for her simultaneously.
She breaks down, tears streaming over her cheeks as she struggles for breath.
Tobias takes her into his arms, his hug warm and familiar, reminding Vi of Vander, another person who got hurt because of her.
That just makes her sob harder.
"Breathe, Violet... It's okay. You're allowed to be in pain. I am..."
"I can't- I have to... she's not..."
"What is it, darling?" He asks quietly, cupping Vi's face and wiping her tears with his thumbs.
"I don't... deserve her. At all. I think- I think I have to leave," Vi whispers between panicky breaths.
"No. You can't. I'm sorry but you don't understand the way my daughter lights up around you. Even in her darkest time after... after Cass passed... you still managed to keep her from doing something drastic. You cannot leave her now. Not after that."
Vi stares at him, taking a minute to absorb the words. "Oh... you think so?"
"I know so."
"...okay. I'll- I guess I can stay..."
"You better stay."
Vi nods, her eyes drifting towards the door to Caitlyn's hospital room. "I'm gonna go... sit in there with her. Is that okay?"
Tobias nods, giving Vi's face one last squeeze before letting her go. "Of course it is. It's perfectly okay. Go."
Vi smiles as much as she can force herself to before standing and heading to the room.
Caitlyn will wake up. It will be okay. Vi won't ruin anything this time.
"It was all Ekko's fucking fault," Vi thought as she loaded her suitcase onto the lower compartment of the tour bus. Of course Ekko had to be the one in charge of hiring the extra band member for 'The Fireflies' tour. And of course Ekko had to have remained friends with Vi's ex...whatever they were after it all went down. And of fucking course Ekko had to choose Caitlyn bloody Kiramman to be the one to join them on tour.
Jinx was pissed about it too, but she'd never really liked Caitlyn in the first place, even back when her and Vi were... friends. Well... friends is a strange term. They were friends, just not in the usual sense. They were closer than normal friends, closer than best friends even. But then the kiss had happened. And Caitlyn, as a closeted seventeen year old lesbian, had freaked out. She had ghosted Vi, stopped hanging out with their mutual friends, and even switched practice studios.
Now, almost seven years later, Caitlyn was a successful keyboard player, flitting from band to band, always seeming like some sort of misfit wherever she landed, and Vi was the still the lead singer in her band, a band that had been started when Vi was fifteen, Ekko was thirteen, and Jinx (who was technically Powder at that time) was twelve. 'The Fireflies' had grown massively since Vi had turned twenty one. They had always been a small thing, practicing in Vander's basement, doing the occasional gig in The Last Drop, until Ekko decided to record one of their better songs, written and sung by Vi, and played by Ekko on the drums, Jinx on the guitar, and Vi on bass. He uploaded it to Spotify, making a few random tiktoks with the two girls, just jumping and dancing in the basement to their song as the audio. And, as they had written more and more good music, they got more and more popular.
Eventually, they signed a record deal. And now here they are. A tour. The UK and Europe. Five weeks, fifteen shows, ten countries.
It was so exciting.
But now, as Vi steps onto the tour bus and spots how close the bunks are positioned, she wishes she had never agreed to Caitlyn coming.
She tells herself the only reason, the only reason, she said yes was because of her undeniable skills on the piano and keyboard, but... realistically, Caitlyn's tits weren't exactly a negative factor.
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"Good morning," Caitlyn hums, her voice all too bright and cheery for quarter to eight on a Monday morning.
"Morning," replies Ekko from where he sits at the dining table placed in the 'living area' of the bus.
"Hiya, toots," Jinx throws her head back to look at Caitlyn as she replies, having not seen the woman in person for years. "Fuck, you're tall."
Caitlyn laughs humbly, her cheeks already tinged pink with embarrassment and nerves. "Yes... I've grown a little. So has your hair, holy shit."
Jinx giggles, nodding towards the blue curtain which separates the two halves of the bus. "I'm assuming you put most of your shit in the compartment before you got on. Beds are through there, and there's a small wardrobe for each of us next to them. Ekko and I have already claimed both the top bunks," she grins.
"Thank you, Pow- uh, sorry. Jinx. Thank you, Jinx," Caitlyn nods her own head, flexing her hand around her bag strap before heading to the curtain. "Nice to see you both again."
"You too, Cait," Ekko smiles.
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As Caitlyn closes the curtain behind her and turns towards the sleeping area, she almost trips over a pair of Doc Martens left on the floor, letting out a surprised sound.
Then, a slightly scratchy voice comes from one of the lower bunks. "Sorry, J. I'll move my shoes now."
"Oh-" Caitlyn mutters as a head of pink, spikey hair pops out to stare at her.
"Oh," the head echoes, deep blue eyes meeting lighter blue ones. "It's you."
"Yes. It's me. Hello, Violet."
"Hi, Cait..."
There's a full twenty seconds of silence that comes next, but it feels like an eternity.
"Sorry 'bout the uh... shoes. I'll move 'em now," Vi clambers out of the bunk and grabs her boots, throwing them onto the shelf next to the single bed.
"Thank you..." Caitlyn smiles politely before moving to the opposite bunk and sitting down, having to duck her head ever so slightly as to not hit the bunk above her. "I'm assuming this is mine."
"Yeah. Yep," Vi nods, sitting opposite the woman, her position mirroring except for the fact that Caitlyn's legs are crossed, prim and proper, and Vi is man spreading. "So... hey."
"Hi."
"This is... weird, right?"
Caitlyn laughs, shaking her head. "I was waiting for you to say it. Ever so blunt, Violet."
"What are we gonna do? Just ignore... everything?"
"Like what?" Caitlyn asks, tilting her head and widening her eyes.
"Like how I kissed you. Like how you kissed me back, and then ran off. Like how you ignored me for seven years."
"Ah... right. Like that." Caitlyn's eyes find the other woman's again, apologetic and somehow even wider, her puppy dog eyes rivaling Vi's. "I am... so sorry. What I did was so wrong, but I was so scared. I thought my parents would kick me out."
"I understand. I just think you should've at least talked to me about it. Not just left me high and dry."
"Yeah... sorry."
Vi nods, shrugging one of her shoulders. "Past is past. It's not like we didn't end up exactly where we would've anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if we stayed... whatever we were, then you would've stayed in the band and you would've been on this tour, on this shitty bus, with us anyway, right?"
Caitlyn laughs again, finding her cheeks in pain already. "Right. That makes sense."
"I've grown quite sensible, you might find," Vi grins.
"Sure, babe," Caitlyn nods, her eyes flicking to Vi's mouth at the sight of that familiar smile.
"Babe? Oh, no we're not there yet, Caity."
"Stop it!" Caitlyn snorts.
"Oh my God, have I missed that laugh."
The two women meet eyes again, staring at each other, their minds seemingly in similar places. Then, Vi snaps out of it. "Right, well, you unpack. I'm gonna go make food. We've got a long day of travel ahead of us, and then a long night of drinking to celebrate the start of the tour."
Caitlyn giggles, smiling at Vi as the butch stands and heads to the curtain. "Good plan, captain. See you there."
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At half past eleven that night, the four of them, plus Mylo and Claggor (who tagged along as crew), sit in a booth in a bar together, all drinking and catching up.
Ekko and Jinx sit right next to each other, holding hands and laughing to themselves, whereas Mylo and Claggor are currently taking up half the table to do an arm wrestle, which Claggor is obviously going to win.
Caitlyn and Vi are pushed right up against each other's shoulders, squished together. It's uncomfortable to say the least.
After a while, Vi gets impatient and turns her head to Caitlyn. "I'm going to put my arm around your waist," she says, "just so your bony ass shoulder isn't digging into mine. Okay?"
Caitlyn nods, laughing at Vi's annoyance as she sits forwards a little. "Go for it."
Vi does, slipping her arm behind Caitlyn's back and resting her large, warm hand on her waist. Caitlyn sits back, leaning into the touch subconsciously.
"So... welcome to the band. Or, welcome back, I should say," Vi says quietly, her voice a little huskier and a little deeper when it's meant just for Caitlyn to hear.
"Thank you. It's a pleasure to be back. I really, really missed you guys."
"We missed you, too. We all did. Especially me," she whispers, her head turned towards the taller woman, tilted up slightly.
Caitlyn looks back, their eyes meeting, their faces close. "Yeah... I missed you more than anyone."
Then, Vi yawns, loud and unapologetic.
"Am I boring you?" Caitlyn jokes.
"Nah, not at all. Travelling makes me tired, always has."
"I remember," Caitlyn nods, a small yawn escaping her too. "It seems I'm a little sleepy as well."
"Do you wanna head out to the bus?" Vi asks, referring to the tour bus which is parked just down the road from the bar. "This lot seems to be having fun, I don't wanna spoil their night."
Caitlyn nods, smiling softly at Vi's thoughtfulness. She remembers how Vi was always thinking of everyone else. A sense of guilt begins creeping up her belly.
Vi clears her throat, addressing the group. "Right you lot, Cait and I are gonna go back, if anyone's feeling tired they're welcome to join us on our walk to the bus."
The rest of the gang shakes their heads, everyone making statements towards wanting to stay and have fun.
Vi shrugs, standing and waiting for Claggor to get up and let her and Caitlyn out. "Suit yourselves. See you in the morning."
"Good night!" Caitlyn calls, and the two are met with a chorus of replies as they leave the bar.
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Back in the bus, the two get ready for bed, brushing their teeth and washing their faces before heading to the sleeping area. Caitlyn, who has a seemingly endless skincare routine, takes a while longer than Vi and comes into the room just as Vi is tugging a white tank top over her head, giving Caitlyn a glorious view of her back muscles and her tattoo.
"Wow..." Caitlyn whispers involuntarily, the alcohol in her system dissolving her filter.
Vi turns, grinning at the other woman. "What was that?"
"Y-your uh... your tattoo. It's so cool."
"Oh right," Vi nods, smiling wider. "Thanks Cait."
Then, Vi begins to brush her hair, putting some sort of oil in it as she grabs a silk bonnet. Caitlyn takes this time to change into her pajamas.
Once her hair is finished, Vi turns around, about to head to her own bunk when she catches a glimpse of Caitlyn's bare chest, her shirt being pulled over her head and hair. Vi quickly looks away before Caitlyn can spot her, her cheeks growing pink as the image of Caitlyn's tits burns in her mind.
"Alright," Caitlyn hums, looking towards Vi. "Ready for bed?"
Vi nods her head aggressively, humming in approval but still not looking back.
"What's wrong?" Caitlyn asks, stepping closer.
"Nothing."
"No... something is wrong," Caitlyn's hand reaches out, grabbing Vi's shoulder and turning her around to see her face, pink and startled.
Vi just stares at her, her eyes dropping to Caitlyn's lips for a full second before moving back up.
"Last time I checked, Violet... I was the one who turned red when drunk. So... what's all this about?"
Vi takes a breath, deciding not to bother with concealing the truth. "I saw your boobs."
"Pardon?"
"Just then. I saw them. Both of your tits. Just there. Perfect."
"Oh my god," Caitlyn laughs, shaking her head. "Are you seriously blushing over a pair of breasts, Violet?"
"Well, it's not just a 'pair of breasts', is it?" Vi grumbles, mocking her accent.
"No?"
"No. They're yours."
"And... does that make a difference?" Caitlyn asks quietly, her tone almost nervous.
"Of course it does," Vi whispers, stepping even closer. "It's you..."
Caitlyn stares at the other woman, also taking a pace closer, their fronts practically pressed against each other.
Then, she moves her hand from Vi's shoulder to her bicep.
Vi takes her other arm and cups Caitlyn's jaw with her hand, smiling gently. "You're not gonna run away this time, right?" She whispers.
"No. No, I'm not," Caitlyn confirms.
"Good," Vi mumbles before pressing her lips to Caitlyn's in a heated, well-anticipated kiss.
They stay like that for a good while, their lips moving against each other's, their hands roaming waists and arms and necks as their tongues caress.
It's beautiful. Exactly what either of them have been waiting for. It feels like home. Like love.
Vi pulls back, smirking at the other woman, her lips pink and glistening. "Mm... minty.ā
The tension in the apartment was high. It always was after you and Ellie fought. This time it was even more stupid than usual.
On Wednesday, you had written up a meal plan for the next week, taking into account your different gym days, the fact that your period was meant to start that Sunday, and that you needed quick, easy meals for the days where one or both of you were working late.
Then, on Thursday, Ellie had gone to the shops, completely forgetting that meal plan.
It was small, an insignificant, tiny thing that doesn't really matter. It's not like the food Ellie bought is terrible. But, it could've been easily avoided. Very easily. All she had to do was remember the list.
So, when you had come home from a long, grueling shift at the travel agency you write at and opened the fridge to begin cooking dinner, seeing all the completely wrong things, you had kicked off.
Now, after a long shouting match filled with accusations that Ellie "didn't even care" about what you wanted, and that you always expected Ellie to "read your mind", it's safe to say that the atmosphere is... awkward.
"Hey... look," Ellie mutters, coming into the living room where you're perched on the sofa, squished right up in the corner. "I'll go back to the shops... I got the mince, and practically all the veg on this list," she says, holding out your previously written shopping list, "I can go back and grab pasta and that Thai paste you like... all the shit on the list. I'm sorry."
You look up at her, a pout firmly fixed on your lips. "It's fine really... I can make do with what you bought. Even the weird courgette... We don't have the money to do two weekly food shops in one week, Ellie."
"Right, yeah. Okay... if you're sure," she mumbles.
"I'm sure."
Silence. Pure silence. Absolute silence.
Until...
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Really. I am."
"Ellie. I know."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Are you upset with me?"
"A little."
"Can I do anything?"
"Make me dinner with whatever you bought," you say, unable to mask the joking tone in your voice.
At the sound of your smile (which Ellie doesn't even have to look at you to notice), she feels a little better. "I can make you dinner, baby. Of course I can."
"You fucking better, Ellie Williams, or I might just beat you up with that stupid courgette you got."
Ellie lets out a guffaw of laughter, loud and unexpected. "It's not stupid. It's highly nutritious..."
"What are you gonna make with it?"
"I was gonna put it in pasta..."
"It's stupid."
"...okay yeah it's stupid. But you have to try it first, alright?"
"...fine. Now go cook."
"Yes, ma'am," Ellie salutes you before walking back towards the kitchen, still pathetically holding the shopping list.
Then, after a few minutes of chopping and frying, you appear in the doorway, calling softly into the room. "Els..."
She turns around, tilting her head as she responds, "yeah?"
"...I'm sorry. For shouting at you."
"I know. It's fine."
"And overreacting," you continue, walking towards her.
"It's okay, sweetheart."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure," she steps closer too, her hands finding your waist.
"Good," you whisper, looping your arms behind her neck as you pull her in, your lips connecting in a soft, kind, apologetic kiss.
You can feel Ellie's smile against your lips, growing as you stay pressed together for a second, just basking in the forgiveness.
Then, you pull away, smirking at your girlfriend. "Make my dinner, Els...
