a night out, your charmingly awkward girlfriend, and the lingering presence of a stranger.
or
in which everything is not what it seems.
warnings : ellie williams x reader. modern au. established relationship. themes of cheating/infidelity. pet names (babe, baby). brief mention of insomnia, and a brief mention of anxiety attacks. slight insecurities indicated. fluff :P
w.c : 3.8k
Ellie doesn’t particularly love going out, but she always tags along if you want her to.
She doesn’t enjoy how crowded a bar can get—doesn’t like when drunk people act as though they’re putting on a show instead of just existing.
But still, when you want a night out? She’s there.
She’s there to watch with a fond smile as you dance with your friends, and to help you hold the bathroom door shut if the lock is faulty. She’s there to help you rifle through your purse when you’re too drunk to find your chapstick. She prefers not to dance, but if you tug her along, she will. With a faint grin of amusement, and red cheeks… she will.
The thing about it is that you’ve pretty much had Ellie hooked from the moment that the two of you had met. It’s impossible for her not to humor you, honestly.
Still, Ellie would laugh whenever you got sappy, or referred to her as your dream girl. Not to discredit your sentiments, and not to mock them. She just still didn’t know how to react to your earnest adoration sometimes, despite the amount of time with which the two of you had been together.
So, Ellie would release an airy chuckle, duck her head with flushed cheeks, and mutter something smart in return.
She was good at physical affection—good at sinking into the feeling of her lips exploring over your skin, and her hands sliding around your waist. She was good at taking care of you, offering to do whatever chores she knew you would be too tired to complete, even if she was also tired. She was good at making you laugh, no matter how stupid the joke.
But when admissions of love spill relentlessly from your lips, Ellie can’t help but feel like the girl that she was a few years ago–the one that could barely string together an intelligent sentence while in your presence.
Case in point–you wanted to get drunk in a shitty dive bar, or spend the night dancing at a club? Ellie was there.
And Ellie was there, as in currently–as in she had even changed from a hoodie, to a flannel when you had declared that you needed a night away from your laptop and the reminders of the existence of deadlines.
You were missing her at your side though, as you had ventured into the bar bathroom alone–something that was out of the ordinary for you. Normally your girlfriend always went with you–buddy system, safety in numbers and all that–and also so that you could chat away with her when the lines were too long. You weren’t even entirely sure why you had come to the bathroom alone this time… something about the bar being crowded tonight and you didn’t want to risk your spot getting taken, or something. Ellie was holding it down for you.
Still, as you stumbled out of the stall and toward the sinks and mirrors, you felt a sharp pang of longing as your gaze landed on a small group of girls–laughing in an unfiltered manner and taking selfies in the corner. You knew that Ellie was only several feet away, and you would quite literally be seeing her again in a matter of seconds. It’s not like the two of you had to be attached at the hip, but the very fact of the matter was plain and simple–a drunken bathroom trip was no fun without your girlfriend.
As you washed your hands, you met your own gaze in the bathroom mirror. The world around you felt as though it were on a three second delay, and you could hear the music booming from beyond the bathroom.
There was no tiny bar filled with older men and country music tonight–you had gone just a bit out of town to find a place that better suited your age demographic. It was louder, darker, more crowded.
You blinked at your reflection, eyes glassy from the drinks that you had so far consumed throughout the night. Your thoughts shifted to Ellie, and an automatic smile tugged on your lips. You knew that she was sitting alone, waiting for you, so you hastily dried your hands.
Feeling just a bit uncoordinated and weighted, you pushed through the bathroom door with your elbow, and were greeted by the loud atmosphere washing back over you at once. Whatever upbeat song was playing just served as fuzzy background noise as you focused on making your way through the crowd to return to Ellie. You were eager for her–drunk and wanting to tug gently at her freckled cheeks, to watch them tint pink under your touch.
Despite not catching sight of her just yet, your smile remained at the mere thought of her. When your gaze did find her across the bar, your heart thumped with affection.
Ellie was on the other side of the bar and sitting at the small table that the two of you had previously claimed upon arrival–exactly where you had left her. She was sipping a beer, her flannel sleeves rolled up just so, her tattoo on display. She was squinting a little due to the dim lighting, and she was…
Talking to someone?
You paused your steps, craning your neck slightly as a small group of people were standing in the way, nearly blocking your path and your ability to see. The corners of your lips twitched, your brain seemingly unable to decide whether you should smile or frown.
There was a girl lingering near Ellie, leaning casually against the table–your table–as she spoke. You couldn’t hear anything, obviously, due to the loud sounds around you. You could, however, see the way in which the unfamiliar girl cocked her head to the side when she spoke to your girlfriend. You could see her adjusting her top, fluffing her hair, and smiling as Ellie had responded to whatever she had said.
You gave a slight shake of your head, almost feeling tempted to pull out your phone and record the moment to save it as evidence… because Ellie was oblivious. She never seemed to grasp when she was being flirted with–could hardly comprehend it even when it was blatantly spelled out for her. The two of you had danced around each other for so long before finally getting together, due to the fact that you had been too shy to make a move, but Ellie had clearly been determined not to ruin the friendship. You finally had to get the guts to make the move, which had obviously turned out for the best.
Admittedly, you were a little amused watching the scene unfold from where you stood. You felt slightly bad for your girlfriend, knowing that she was probably feeling awkward… but still.
The other girl–the stranger–shifted her standing position so that she could be a bit closer to where Ellie was sitting, giving up good posture in favor of leaning closer toward Ellie.
Amusement still lingering, you expected to see Ellie shift awkwardly in the wooden chair, or to start scanning the bar in an attempt to look for you.
But she didn’t.
A crooked smile appeared on Ellie’s lips. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, knees spreading as she took a slow sip of her beer, her gaze locked with the other girl’s.
Your smile faded. With your stomach suddenly giving a weird lurch, you stood still and analyzed… whatever that was.
It’s just that Ellie looked comfortable, which was out of the ordinary for her in an environment like this. She didn’t really love attention from strangers, but Ellie tilted her head to mirror the other girl, the two of them suddenly laughing.
Right. Okay.
You swallowed hard, unable to determine if you felt a little too drunk now, or too sober. Because the girl only seemed to be standing closer and closer, and Ellie’s knees continued to spread to make more room for the girl. That girl didn’t need that much standing room–not that close to your girlfriend, at least.
The song playing within the bar changed, causing an energy burst throughout a nearby group of girls. One of them accidentally bumped into you and apologized, but you didn’t respond–didn’t even attempt to mutter anything in return, because why was Ellie holding such intense eye contact with that girl, even as she continued to take slow sips of her drink?
You felt uncomfortable watching. Maybe it was just because you had too much to drink. Or maybe it was because you’ve never seen Ellie so at ease while speaking to a stranger before. Maybe it was because the girl invading your girlfriend’s space was pretty–like… belonging in a Miami club instead of a random, shitty Wyoming bar. Her clothes fit like a glove, and her hair wasn’t even frizzy despite the warmth inside of the bar.
You were secure within your relationship. It was solid. But something within you rapidly began to ache as Ellie made no effort to put any distance between herself and the girl, even as she reached out to adjust the collar of Ellie’s flannel.
Ellie could be oblivious about flirting advances, but she wasn’t stupid.
You hesitated, morbidly curious to continue to watch the interaction unfold, despite the fact that your palms were starting to sweat.
The unfamiliar girl reached out an apparently very confident hand, and you stretched your neck just in time to see her trace her fingers along Ellie’s tattooed forearm. Ellie did not lean away from the touch. Instead–crooked smile still in place–she lifted her other arm, casually wrapping it around the girl’s waist and tugging her just the slightest bit closer.
You could’ve been sick on the spot.
You had been gone for maybe five minutes. Had you been forgotten that quickly? Or did Ellie just simply not fucking care?
Head dizzy with alcohol, disgust, and upset… you stared at the sight of the two girls chatting and laughing as if they had even actually known each other–until your eyes started to go blurry. Ellie never even glanced in your direction, didn’t notice that you had returned from the bathroom and were standing just several feet away. If she caught you in her peripheral, she didn’t seem to care. Her green eyes remained locked on the girl standing directly in front of her, while your eyes started to sting.
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Ellie slept peacefully, without any guilt. Her arm was slung around you, her chest pressed against your back.
You, on the other hand, were having a fitful sleep. Your mind was filled with images of Ellie’s smile–your girlfriend’s smile–directed toward another. You saw flashes of her hands that you absolutely adored–and admittedly worshipped–reaching for some random girl’s waist.
You were barely conscious, but you had a lump in your throat. Too upset to stay asleep, you started to stir.
The first thing that you actually registered was Ellie’s nose against your shoulder, and her arm around you. Just like it had been around that girl. Still in that hazy space of existence between sleep and wakefulness, your elbow and leg both shoved backward.
“The fuck?” Ellie rasped, jolting out of her peaceful slumber due to the sudden jab.
You didn’t acknowledge her, and instead curled into yourself.
“Why the fuck did you– Hey?” Ellie managed, her voice low and slightly hoarse with exhaustion. The bedroom was dark and her eyes weren’t adjusted, but her gaze shifted to your form anyway. Ellie propped herself up on one elbow, squinting to look at your back. “Babe. What the hell?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to rid yourself of the hazy images dancing throughout your mind. Still, you managed one shaky sentence. “I’m pissed at you.”
Ellie blinked, her eyebrows furrowing. “You’re… what?”
“I’m pissed at you,” you repeated, your voice slightly muffled by your pillow.
Immediately, Ellie’s stomach dropped.
She’s heard you call her annoying through your laughter, and she’s heard you jokingly call her rude whenever she deadpans a joke. But this? Just a blatant I’m pissed at you with no hint of lightness in your tone? Ellie hasn’t heard that before. Hasn’t wanted to hear it, and never wanted to hear it again, quite frankly.
Ellie was essentially frozen, staring at your back like it could help her figure out the sudden cause of this. She swallowed, her jaw working as she desperately tried to clamp down on every insecurity and fear of abandonment that suddenly seemed to flare. “Why?” Ellie reached out a hesitant hand, allowing it to hover before she rested it gingerly against your back.
At the question and the gentle touch, you were torn between melting and going rigid. She was so fucking sweet, and so careful when she had to be. And yet, those fucking images–
“Because. You and this girl, like, laughing… and shit. And touching. And you were drinking a beer, and–”
Ellie blinked, forehead creasing as she listened to your tired, upset mumbling. “Dude, what the fuck are you even talking about?”
You huffed, suddenly shifting onto your opposite side so that you could face Ellie. As you did so, Ellie’s hand cautiously left your back. You blinked rapidly, willing your eyes to adjust quickly in the dark.
Ellie was still propped on one elbow, a concerned expression etched across her features. Eyebrows drawn together, her gaze locked on your face as soon as you had turned to look at her. Ellie hadn't taken down her hair before going to bed, her half-bun barely even existing anymore as most of her auburn strands had slipped away from the hair tie. She looked soft, basically, in a way that made you want to wrap your arms around her and stay like that forever.
Instead of meeting her gaze, your eyes drifted downward as if to study the faded band shirt that she was wearing. It was so worn, that tiny holes were starting to form around the neckline.
“You cheated on me,” you finally said, the words nearly getting caught in your throat. Your heart hammered, your body feeling uncomfortably warm with stress and anxiety due to the situation.
An immediate scoff left Ellie’s lips. “No, the fuck I did not? Babe–”
“In my dream,” you clarified pointedly, finally meeting her gaze with your own accusing expression.
Ellie went silent. She blinked once as she stared at you, her lips slightly parted. “Okay?”
“What do you mean, okay? You cheat on me, and then don’t even fucking show any remorse?” you shot back instantly. The soft sheets pooled around your waist as you sat up, internally feeling much too heated to remain snuggled within the covers.
Ellie’s expression twisted, like she didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. “Babe, though, I didn’t cheat.”
You found yourself rolling your eyes before you could even think about holding back the action. “You literally did, though.”
“In your dream.”
“Yes.”
“Okay? So no, I did not.”
You huffed, fingers twitching with the urge to grasp your pillow and smack your girlfriend with it. “What is your literal problem? You can’t even apologize, or be remorseful?”
“What’s your problem?” Ellie retorted, nose wrinkling. “You like, elbowed the fuck outta me.”
Expression faltering, your eyebrows knitted together. “Wait, really?” you questioned, your tone softening. “Did it– Are you–”
Ellie snorted, shifting to lay back down. “Nah. I’m good. Just scared the shit out of me,” she mumbled, getting comfortable once more as her head rested against her pillow.
You watched her with a frown, reaching out to nudge at her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping?”
“Um, no? Ellie. We have to talk about this.”
Ellie mumbled something under her breath, her fist raising to scratch at her nose. “Talk about what?”
“The fact that you cheated?” you said like it was obvious, prodding at Ellie’s shoulder through the material of her shirt.
Shaking her head slightly, Ellie closed her eyes. “I love you?” she attempted, already feeling the tempting lure of sleep washing back over her.
With a huff, your hand fell away from her shoulder. “I’m not even joking, El. It was so messed up.”
“Uh huh.”
“We were like, at some bar. And I went to the bathroom, but when I came back, you were talking to some girl. And she was like, leaning really close. And I couldn’t see the front of her, but her boobs probably looked great and she was like, right there, and–”
“Babe–”
“And she was like, touching your tattoo, and you put your fucking arm around her waist? And you looked really hot, like, how you were sitting, but I was literally gonna throw up because you were just letting her in your space like that, and–”
“Jesus– Babe–”
“–lowkey nothing else happened I don’t think, but I honestly feel like you were gonna kiss or something, like, it was like you just forgot about me so fast–”
When your voice broke, Ellie’s head whipped to look at you.
“Shit, dude, you’re actually upset?” she asked, sitting up once more and tentatively reaching for you.
Ellie’s hand landed on your knee–a comforting touch–but you still glared at her. “That’s what I’ve literally been saying,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her.
“Yeah, but I thought… I dunno, thought you were, like… I don’t know.”
You let Ellie’s hand linger on your knee, and you shifted to sit a little closer. “It was a bad dream,” you admitted, reaching your hand to rest against the bare skin of Ellie’s knee, too.
“Stupid fuckin’ dream,” Ellie muttered, studying your expression. She was still torn, slightly thrown off from being woken up so abruptly… and the less than serious nature of it all. Still, how many times had you stayed up with Ellie when insomnia had been–quite honestly–beating her ass? How many times had you talked her down from an anxiety attack? Ellie huffed. “Babe, you know I’d never–”
“I know,” you mumbled softly, your free hand moving to fiddle with some strands of your hair. “I know, I know, I know."
Ellie’s hand moved from your knee to your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over your shirt. She still felt the urge to comfort–somehow–despite the fact that she had been… a little annoyed that you were annoyed due to a dream, and caught off guard because of your genuine emotions over the whole thing. “Is there… Did I, like, do something? To make you–”
“No,” you interrupted quickly, though your tone remained gentle–quiet between the two of you. “It was a stupid dream.” Your eyes tracked your thumb as you dragged it over Ellie’s knee. “Like when you had that stupid dream about me leaving you for the girl from Alien.”
Ellie had opened her mouth to speak–to provide you with automatic reassurances–but your words made her mouth slam shut. Her brows furrowed, a slight hint of embarrassment pressing at her like a prickle on the back of her neck. “Okay, that’s–”
“Which one was it again?” you continued, shooting Ellie a curious look. She almost wished that you would go back to accusing her of something over a dream rather than revisit this topic. “Ellen Ripley, or Rain Carradine?”
Ellie exhaled, her hand slowing to a stop against your back. “Like… either,” she mumbled, avoiding your gaze. Stupid. Embarrassing. Not that Ellie cared.
Your focus, however, had already been entirely shifted to the topic. “Baby, I’d never,” you murmured, shifting to sit on your knees and reaching for Ellie’s face. Ellie rolled her eyes and tilted her chin away. “No badass Alien character could ever replace you. You’re just as cool. Even cooler.”
“Uh huh,” Ellie remarked dryly, pulling her arms away from you and shifting slightly, just barely escaping your attempts of touch.
Barely deterred, you grabbed Ellie’s hands. “You could totally fight aliens.”
“I’d be the alien killing master. Any sort of monster, or whatever, honestly. I’d be a pro. Like, imagine me killing–”
“Stop. I don’t even want to have to think about you being in some, like… horrible, scary world–”
Ellie pulled her hands away from your grasp, one of her knees digging into the mattress as she shifted to face you. “I thought you were pissed at me, though?” she muttered dryly, cupping the sides of your face.
“Less than pissed, now,” you murmured, your gaze flickering back and forth between Ellie’s eyes.
Ellie’s response to that was a wordless one. She leaned over you, pressing a firm kiss against your lips while simultaneously guiding your form down, your back cushioned by the soft bedding once more. Ellie made herself sturdy, her other leg positioning between your thighs. Not pressing–but there. You melted in delight, fingers moving to gently tangle within her auburn strands. You broke the kiss with a laugh, however, when the hair tie that had been practically holding on for dear life slipped away from Ellie’s hair and into your grasp.
Lips tugging upward at the sound of your amusement, Ellie pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away. She flopped onto her back with a tired groan, which earned another laugh from you.
“You sound so ridiculous, you know that?” you jokingly chided, turning your cheek against your pillow to look at her. Your shared bedding was cozy–mismatched patterns of shades of green and florals that just seemed to work. The sheets were now twisted around your legs. “You make fun of Joel whenever he does the whole grunt and groan thing when sitting around, but you kinda do it, too.”
Ellie wrinkled her nose, mirroring your action by turning her head to look at you. “Don’t compare me to Joel,” she grumbled. Despite the quiet complaint, she shifted onto her side–so you did the same.
Practically nose to nose, you studied each other. Your smile lingered, all soft and faint with a tired sort of fondness–nightmare be damned. Ellie’s expression held a trace of concern, though. Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking pretty, it’s unfair,” you whispered.
Ellie nearly snorted. “Says you.” She almost hesitated, her hand seeking out your skin. She rubbed her palm over the expanse of your arm–from your shoulder down to your wrist, back and forth. “Hey. You know I’d never actually… right? I’d never do something that fucking dumb, like–”
“El, I know,” you replied, lifting your leg slightly to hook it around her. “And Rain Carradine could never be you. The similar hairstyle doesn’t mean anything, truly. I’d choose you any day.”
“Wow. Thanks, babe. You’re so sweet.”
Despite Ellie’s dry tone, you caught the curve of her smile before she ducked her head, her lips lazily getting busy against your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, a quiet hum escaping you. Gone were the lingering feelings of unease, the impact of your dream. The images grew hazier as they faded, replaced by the very real feeling of Ellie mouthing at your skin.
“And,” Ellie pressed on, speaking between each kiss that she planted against your neck. “I could do the whole Alien thing, or whatever. Yeah? Right?”
You feigned a groan, though the sound came out much too brightly due to your amused, affectionate smile. “Ugh, you’re so annoying–”
notes : shhh go back to sleep... tumblr user elleloquently just posted some bullshit.
sorry to those that thought i was actually going to come through with the angst for once... i'm just not built like that </3
anyway! something short n sweet (and unserious) for the time being while i work on my other stuff :) lots more to come bc i genuinely cannot turn my brain off and i keep thinking of more fic ideas and it's stressing me ouuuutttugghhh
do hcs of what ellie's like drunk and what she's like high and then crossed faded 😋 (gfs) can be smut too
──── ◞ ୨ৎ drunk, high, & cross faded els head cannons! smut, strap usage, mentions of weed & alcohol obvs, drunk!sub! els, dom!high! els, needy! els, etc etc. honestly just a whole bunch of cutie patootie and pussy aching lesbian stuff.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really out of herself when she’s drunk. like to the point where she’s clinging all over you because she can’t stand on her own, and all she wants to do is talk your ear off about the latest space expedition. it amazes you that she even remembers anything from work when she’s drunk. she’ll be all whiney, laying her head on your lap like: “pleaseeeee baby, i—“ she’ll hiccup, “wanna tell you ‘bout workkk!”
of course you’ll oblige and listen to her endless rambles about how she wishes she was the one going up into space while playing with her hair. nodding your head along to her words, her drunken gaze will meet yours every now and then, and a hiccup will fall from your lips.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . wants her pussy eaten when she’s drank too much. she’s always so much more submissive when she’s drinking versus when she’s smoking. they always say drunk words are sober thoughts, and with the way ellie likes to writhe beneath you makes you wonder if she wants this more often than not.
“fuck—“ she whines, buckling her hips against your hand as you rub her cunt gently. “want.. want your fucking tongue.” she’ll say, lolling her head to the side as she closes her eyes under hooded lids. her desperation makes it hard to say no to her, not like you ever could anyway. so, you give her what she needs and lets her cum on your tongue. her pussy always tastes so sweet.
you wished she would let you eat her out more often. “yes, yes,” she whimpers, fingers digging into your hair as she grinds her pussy into your mouth. “just like that baby, oh fuck!”
♥︎ drunk els who . . . absolutely hates being away from her girlfriend when intoxicated with alcohol. she’ll be at a party with friends while you’re out with your own, calling you and whining into the microphone about how much she misses you and just wants to cuddle into your arms. she’s so adorable when she can hardly speak coherent sentences; it makes you want to drop everything and just go home to wrap yourself in her embrace.
“els, baby!” you’ll call when you finally step into your shared apartment. to which she stumbles out of the bedroom quickly upon hear your voice. her arms will wrap around you quickly, tugging you into her unsteady grip. her lips immediately attack your neck in chaste kisses, nipping at the skin to leave little love bites.
you giggle, walking her backwards into the room, “wanna cuddle my girl.” she whines.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . giggles so much that she spits out her drinks. she had a major giggling problem when she’s drunk, and cannot stop laughing whenever you make a joke that isn’t even remotely funny. it’s almost like you’ve become her personal comedian. to keep her laughing, and to keep hearing her cute giggle, you’ll continue to make lame jokes—remembering some from her pun book that she had forgotten about.
because apparently ellie doesn’t always remember her own jokes, and will even laugh at ones you retell her later on.
♥︎ drunk els who . . . gets really really flushed in the face. i mean like cheeks so red that she looks like she either got sun burnt or became a bright red tomato. either way, you find it adorable and can’t help but poke fun at her even when she grumbles and saunters away from you out of embarrassment. she never manages to get far though—she always finds her way back to you; tugging you into her arms and burying her warm face into your neck.
♥︎ high els who . . . gets extremely possessive. she hardly ever smokes alone, and usually invites friends over when she wants to get high. of course you’re always there because you live together, and when she lets the weed wash over her, she gets suddenly very handsy. she’ll pull you onto her lap and play with your clothes as she passes the joint between her and her friends. when they make jokes or ogle you for too long, she’ll murmur into your neck and kiss your skin.
almost like a sign of dominance. like saying: “you’re mine and only mine, don’t forget that.” you don’t, ever. why would you? you loved when ellie got jealous like this. it was probably one of your favorite versions of her. it always made your stomach flip and curl with anticipation for how she’ll touch you later on.
♥︎ high els who . . . takes what she wants when she wants it. weed isn’t her only form of release, but it helps her wind down after a shitty day at work. not to mention, it’s great foreplay to get in the mood and chilled out. of course when she’s like this, you immediately expect to be made a mess out of. she was always very.. dominant in bed when high.
she’d tie your wrists together and bound your ankles so that you couldn’t move, and then completely fuck you senseless. “e-els!” you’d moan, body jolting with each pound she made into your cunt with the thick strap of silicon. she didn’t even care how much you whined or whimpered from the pressure, she would keep fucking uou until she was satisfied.
blunt dangling from her lips, she’d chuckle. “yeah, take it baby. you can take it—“ she’d grunt. “what a good fuckin’ girl.”
♥︎ high els who . . . doesn’t get munchies for food, she gets it for your pussy. just like fucking you with her strap, she craves your cum whenever she’s high. like extremely bad. to the point where she’s already aching about how good she’ll feel when you finally come undone for her. it’ll be simple at first. just teasing as she smokes—rubs her hand against your clothed cunt as you laid on your stomach.
massaging your ass before rubbing her thumb down the middle of your cunt and massaging that too—until your back was arching and hips were lifting off the bed. “don’t tease me,” you would whine, frowning and pouting your bottom lip. “you’ve already teased me enough..”
she would chuckle and simply smack your ass before spreading your cheeks and immediately diving in for her dessert.
♥︎ high els who . . . likes to caress you while holding you in her arms. being high and hazy makes her a bit drowsy, and sometimes, she just likes to lay there with you beside her. her fingers will skate around your skin—your arms, your side, your stomach, your thighs, your chest, absolutely everywhere. she loves to touch you, and loves to make sure you tingle and shiver whenever she does so.
“feel good?” she’ll whisper into your ear, dragging her fingers up your spine. “you’re so soft, baby,” her lips will brush against your skin before she nips at the lobe. “i wanna kiss you everywhere.”
and she does, of course.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . greens out really easily. you end up having to hold her hair back when she vomits, soothing her by rubbing her back and whispering soft things in her ear. she isn’t exactly in the mood for sex either, so the two of you typically just cuddle. you aren’t the biggest fan of when she drinks and smokes since she’s like completely out of it and incoherent.
it’s hard for her to hold conversations and you end up just laying with her while she watches the ceiling fan spin and tries not to throw up again. it isn’t your.. favorite part of her, but nonetheless, you love her enough to put up with it.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . gets really bad anxiety when she combines the two substances. though she doesn’t listen to your constant warnings, she indulges in the alcohol and weed with her friends because she enjoys the euphoria it gives her at the beginning. then, it all comes crashing back down when her mind begins to whirl and create scenarios that don’t exist. one night, she even brought herself to tears.
“baby, please don’t let the dinosaurs take me to space and preform experiments on me and turn me into a giant shark eating ant.” she blabbered, wailing into your arms as you patted her back. did you have any clue what she was saying? no. was it funny? yes. when she got like this, you often liked to record it and show it to her the next day so that she can relive the embarrassment and you can relive the weirdness of her words.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . tends to space out. there’s been multiple times where you’ve seen her come home from a night out with dina and jesse where she’s simply just staring at the wall. she’ll occasionally follow your fingers if you put them in front of her face, but her green hues stay trained to the beige surface.
♥︎ cross faded els who . . . follows cat lasers when you point them at the floor. you didn’t know what it was about being cross faded and cat lasers, but ellie definitely loved them. you had been using it to point to where you needed her to walk, and instead of walking, she got down on her knees and tried to cup the red dot in her hands. each time you moved it away, she would chase it.
“els, baby..” you murmured, holding back your laughter at the pathetic sight of her on all fours.
she whined, pouting her bottom lip. “i-i can’t pick it up—!” her eyes found yours in despair. “baby, pick it up for me! it’s being mean!”
juls’ note ! i’m ngl, it was kinda hard to write these just because i’ve never gotten drunk nor have i smoked and gotten drunk at the same time. so, if they’re a little cringe and off, just bear with me
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who likes to do Just Dance with you. She doesn’t have a console that supports it, so she just pulls up recordings on youtube.
It’s just a silly game, right? No. Ellie dances like her life depends on it; like she’s gaining those five stars herself. Unbeknownst to her, she’s a pretty shitty dancer and it looks more like she’s flailing her body around rather than following a choreography.
She gets upset when you laugh at her.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who will genuinely wake you up at 3am with her loud-ass laughing at a silly TikTok like this. When you glare over at her, clearly annoyed, she just shoves her bright phone screen in your face.
“Babe, look at this, it’s fucking hilarious.” Yet, you’re not laughing, and she finally catches the hint that you’re quite irritated with her interrupting her your beauty sleep. “Sorry,” she’ll whisper with a soft smile, putting her phone down and pulling you into her chest, lulling you back to sleep.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who lowkirkenuinely (sorry i had to) turns you on without her realizing. She always walks around in wife-pleasers, showing off her lean muscle. Not to add, she’s constantly hugging you from behind and kissing that sweet spot on your neck that makes your stomach flip.
And god, don’t let her get a haircut. When she cuts her auburn hair in short layers during the summer, somehow making those cute freckles of hers even more prominent, your panties are on the bedroom floor IMMEDIATELY.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who learns any song you want her to on her guitar. She’s immediately listening to the song over and over, learning it by ear until it’s perfect to present to you. She loves the wide smile that grows on your face when she finally plays it for you, and she loves it even more when you sing along to it.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 who loves to play video games with you. There’s only one desk chair in her apartment, so you usually end up sitting in her lap.
If you’re good at them, she’ll enjoy working with you, or occasionally battling you. She’ll get a bit annoyed if you’re better at something than her, but she’ll praise you either way.
If you’re bad at them, she’ll teach you how to play, defend you from any enemies, and curse out any online players who make fun of you. No, like… she genuinely gets upset if anyone says something about your gaming skills. Face tomato red and everything.
𝐆𝐅!𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 whose first love confession was through dinosaur puns she had written out on a handmade card with a picture of the two of you attached.
“I love you saur much. You make my heart stomp with happiness. Let's steg together forever. You have me raptor round your finger. Be mine?”
She giggled as you read each one aloud.
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backstage freaky time with rockstar mikasa plssss 🙏 (if possible popstar reader or just fan/girlfriend) being all secretive and shi
‧₊˚﹙♥︎﹚ rockstar!mikasa + popstar!reader.
ᰔ warnings: afab!reader. semi public sex. strap on usage. brat taming lowk- highkey. slight marking/bruising. #fingersinmouth small mention!! squirting. wrote the half of this on a bus & a train, enjoy ig…..
mikasa, who’s 100% aware of the fact that you both have rehearsals in 15 (if not a couple) minutes, hence why she tries to make this as quick as possible. though, with the amount of restrained time you both have, it’s quite impossible for her to go easy on you because you’re so tempting: you look too pretty with your styled hair, your stockings and suit, she can’t be wasting this!! first thing she does is dragging you by the arm, whispering in your ear: “i’d like to discuss with you in private.” from there on, the dressing room’s air grows thicker as you two enter within the middle of a making-out session, roughly twisting your tongues together & rubbing yourselves against one another, as if you haven’t seen each other in years.
and if i say…..mikasa who sneaks her strap™ in the backstage?? sure, this is enjoyable enough when she has the relying of her fingers only, but something new wouldn’t hurt anyone, am i right? anywayss……feeling the prominent bulge as you press yourself further and furrowing your brows in confusion until you let a soft chuckle slip, realizing what it is. “you’re wearing that? seriously?” mikasa shrugs a look; instead of answering back to your obvious, sarcastic point, she frowns, as if she were personally offended. “y-you don’t like?” she looked unbelievably confident when she approached you, and whenever you play along with it, it lasts — if that. her hips withdraw a little, shyly because of your tone. “no, hey! i do like it,” you calmly answer, trying to soothe her apprehension. “s’just— i didn’t see that coming….you know,” you hiss, “i wouldn’t ever expect someone like you to bring that to backstage.”
people passing by the hallways of the building muffles itself down to white noise as mikasa genuinely whines from your statement; she might even like to talk back at your conclusion until she utterly remembers that your time’s arranged. not many tugs on the line you own: not a mere second will go to waste, she thinks to herself. a hand slithers to your hip whereas the other goes straight your shoulder, balancing you to keep steady against the concrete wall. as your lips come in contact with one another again, your crotch ruts against the bulge with purpose now, the fabric giving the friction you’ve been searching for throughout the whole day. “mhh—” you drawl out, almost too loudly for how quiet you should be now. therefore, mikasa dispatches her lips from yours & slams the hand that was previously on your shoulder to your mouth. “shh,” your eyes widen slightly in bewilderment to her spontaneity, “you know i love when you make those noises, but we can’t be heard now.”
tossing her hand away from a few inches, you annoyingly complain: “augh c’mon, how come we can’t be seen? it’s not like we’ll get crucified or something!” and to your complete surprise, mikasa’s middle & ring fingers (from the same exact hand!!) jam down your throat within the speed of sound. you choke around the heavily calloused digits, a filthy gag sound spills from the back of your throat. “please don’t make me go hard on you.” as much as mikasa wills to own a dominant stance, she looks indeed desperately feral. as if that sounded more like a question than an affirmation, her eyes lighten in crave & her mouth’s curled in a needy pout. your pulse drums against your ribcage at a brutal pace, the ache in your clit growing simultaneously. lifting your head up to find some room to speak, “or else?” you groan much to your dismay: was it supposed to be a threat?
one thing leads to another: one minute you’re teasing each other about the fact that you two should remain hidden, and the other mikasa’s pounding into you from behind with the strap buried in your plush cunt. your walls clamp around the silicone shaft as the flesh of your asscheeks slaps along her lap, the whole predicament has her behaving like a bitch in heat. her fingers linger above your hips, maneuvering you to keep composure as her thrusts grow sloppier. soft uh uh uh’s wheel forward with your muffled moans & a familiar knot in your lower belly.
“fuckfuck— mika!” you mewl, trying your best effort to be as quick and quiet as possible — even if mikasa’s turning it into a challenge. the tip of her cock brushes against that particular spot that makes your vision go blurry anytime, her momentum is fucking relentless and your slick pools in between your thighs. you fuck yourself on the toy progressively, bouncing your hips as to prove that you possibly need more, which makes her move faster if possible. “shh— fuck, i told you to be quiet,” she breathes. your mouth hangs open, letting out louder whines as she moves you uppermost, settling herself to give you a harsher, maybe the fateful thrust that makes your head spin and set atop of your shoulder to face her and state: “m’so close!”
that sight only is enough for her to become a furious beast, which increases by the way her clit bumps against the base of the harness. her grip on your waist tightens to the point that her nails dig in your skin, leaving a few half-moons upon the flesh. “uh-uh….oh baby,” she outright gasps, “come for me, i know you can—”
knock knock.
mikasa stops her movements and you tempt yourself not to scream when you hear someone hitting the door repeatedly, turning both your gazes to the metal handle. “rehearsals in 5 minutes. are you ready?” fuck, is she early or are we late? these questions tempest mikasa’s mind until she hears you from beneath: “don’t you dare stop.” as you state your desire, she looks at you baffled; though, in total honesty, given the conditions you’re both in, 5 minutes or even less would be enough, right? sweat dribbles from her forehead as she finds herself stuck, unmoving. “miss y/n?” the presence wonders, the thrill (as needed for the crazy bitch you are) makes a smirk poke from the corner of your mouth & leaves you curious on how mikasa will handle the situation: until, to prove the opposite of your point, instead of letting it go for good, mikasa plays along with it and fulfills your pride by moving her hips like she was doing before.
she hesitated a little before committing to the action, but given the fact that you’re both incredibly close, this is the most inappropriate way to escape the shame; i mean, wouldn’t it be weak to leave up on you like that? as a matter of fact it’d be worse, considering how many fans would kill off their firstborn to have a chance with you. strokes begin timidly, still leaving the person standing by the door hanging, until you have the idea to mutter: “y-yeah, i’m almost ready. give me a minute.” god, it’s a miracle not a single noise slipped through.
“alright.” as soon as you hear footsteps on the floor, that gives mikasa the green light to go rougher. your folds part around the strap once again, leaking in so much wetness the toy slips in & out of your effortlessly, for now. mikasa feels overwhelmed as if she was the one getting fucked, panting and undecided on whichever she should stare at. yet, for sure, your back is truly a sight to behold; curved in a beautiful arch, revealing to her the mess you’ve gathered in between your thighs.
“mh, so pretty,” she rasps, “i can’t believe i get to have you for myself.” you buckle your hips until you feel mikasa’s thrusts becoming more sporadic; latter to a fault, unlike the easiness you were slithering onto it with previously, your walls clench around the strap violently now. “fuck! m-mikasa….m’gonna cum.” you moan out boldly, uncaring of people hearing by any chance. your head leans back one more time until, to your surprise, the orgasm washes all over you, spilling upon the floor. your juices flow down to your ankles, leaving mikasa’s mouth agape. you give yourselves a minute to recollect, bathing in the quietness of the room that slowly turns in crowd’s noises. “i guess,” you pant, “i guess i’m not the only one who loves doing it in public, am i right?”
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after ellie leaves, love settles into messages sent across time zones
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cw: long distance relationship, fluff, mild angst, fear of abandonment, yearning, suggestive texts.
part of bittersweet, but can be read as a standalone
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cele's note:
ok so tumblr decided to lock me out of my account for DAYS for absolutely no reason so while i was away i made this. ughhh i love them so much 😭
bittersweet was supposed to be just an one shot but the brainrot is getting worse and worse with each passing day... seriously i can't stop thinking abot them
here's a moodboard i made for bittersweet + this in case you want to check it out ♡ if you have any reqs about them pls send them my way...
p.s: this is full of grammatical mistakes okay !! let's just ignore them <3
———SYNOPSIS: You expected your job at guitar center to be nothing more than ordinary . . . You are quickly proven wrong when a girl in your science class—Ellie—makes a trip to the instrument shop daily, trying to make her burning crush on you as subtle as possible.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ: smut, angst, fluff (the holy trinity), soft enemies to lovers arc, secret relationship, lots of flirty banter, long distance relationship, smau elements sprinkled throughout, idiots in love, meddling best friends, chapters will be posted out of order & lots more!
warnings: not much, sassy/teasing abby makes a reappearance (she never really leaves does she?), lots of fluffy goodness and two idiots who finally admit they are down bad for each other.
making these texts and things in the meantime until I can finish the next part for this series, so I hope you all are enjoying them as much as I am xx. 😘
warnings: some hurt/comfort, abby is the best and most supportive gf in the world, reader is a horror game streamer for context, also sorry if the time/time stamps seem to be spaced a little far apart I kept forgetting to change them lmao.
why did writing these lowkey make me almost cry… I just want abby to tell me she’s proud of me 🥲 anyway I hope you all enjoyed. xx.
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