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@elliespookie
missing heat wave like a mf
it’s coming back soon don’t worry!!
oh my god i’ve had the craziest 6 months ever… i’ll be continuing heatwave as quickly as i can
your girl is now a mrs
like i seriously got married
texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 7
nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader
bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
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The water felt nice. Warm, a little heavy.
Lights swam over your arms — red, green, something blue, whatever. You kicked lazily toward the deep end, hair floating around your face, eyes barely open. Everything up top was loud. Music, shouting, glass clinking, someone throwing up maybe.
You didn’t care.
It was better down here. Dimmed and Fuzzy. Kind of perfect.
You heard your name, muffled and far away.
You stayed under a second longer.
The second shout came clearer. “Bitch, come up!”
You broke the surface with a laugh, hair slicked back, water dripping down your face. “What?”
Your friend stood at the edge of the pool, holding a half-empty cup, eyes wide like she’d been calling you forever.
“What?” you asked again, louder this time, wiping your face as someone cannonballed behind you. A wave hit your back, followed by a splash of cold and a bunch of laughter from the other end of the pool.
Your friend rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up here. Gio’s been bugging me since he got here and you’ve just been floating around like a mermaid bitch.”
You scoffed, rubbing water off your cheek. “The hell do I care about Gio? Tell him to get over it.”
Your friend scoffed and shook her head before turning away, muttering something under her breath as she pushed through the crowd and disappeared back inside the house.
You just rolled your eyes and grinned at the girl sitting at the edge of the pool, who held out a red cup without a word. You took it and drank whatever was in it without thinking. Something fruity and strong. It burned just enough.
You winked at her, head buzzing, skin warm, everything soft around the edges. The music thumping in your chest. Voices blurred with the beat as lights swam across the pool deck.
You climbed out of the pool, water trailing down your legs, your black bikini clinging to your skin. The night air wrapped around you, cooler than you expected, but you barely felt it.
You grabbed the shirt you left on the table and pulled it over your head, still damp, sticking a little as it slid down.
The music shifted into something you like, “Love Me Harder”. You bobbed your head to it as you walked back toward the house, passing a couple making out against the open bathroom door. The shouts from the patio faded behind you.
Inside, it was louder.
Your eyes moved across the room, scanning for Olivia. You’d left your phone with her hours ago. Maybe longer.
“Hey, have you seen Olivia?” you asked the nearest person, some girl holding an empty bottle. She blinked at you and shrugged.
You rolled your eyes and cut through the crowd, weaving past people playing some drunk version of charades in the hallway, others yelling over a chug.
The kitchen smelled like tequila and weed. Too hot and loud.
You barely looked up until you spotted her—Olivia—perched halfway up the stairs, talking to some guy.
You walked over, stepping between them without a word. “My phone?”
The guy looked you up and down.
Olivia grinned, already holding it out. A smirk tugged at her mouth, eyes gleaming like she knew something.
She passed you your phone, fingers brushing yours for a second too long.
“Oh,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “Gio was looking for you.”
You groaned. “I don’t wanna hear another thing about Gio.”
Your face twisted without meaning to, already turning away—right as he showed up.
Of course.
“Hey,” Gio said, stepping in front of you. “I’ve been looking for you.”
You blinked, trying not to sigh. “Yeah? What?”
He smiled like it meant something. “It’s just been a long time, you know? Since we talked. Since... all that. I guess I just wanted to say I missed it. Or whatever we had.”
You barely looked at him as you opened E's messages that had been sitting on your phone for an hour.
E:
well don’t drink too much ?
plss
take care
i still wanna marry u
Your lips twitched. That stupid flutter in your chest kicked up again.
Gio was still talking. You weren’t listening to any of it.
You tapped back to your messages.
you:
still sober babe
You sent it, even though the edges of your brain were already fuzzy from everything you’d had.
“Hey—are you listening?” Gio’s voice broke in again.
You looked up and raised your brows. “What?”
“I just told you I missed you.”
You shrugged, tone flat. “Well, Gio. I don’t. And seriously, you need to find another girl. I’m too busy with my life right now.”
He blinked, caught off guard. “How am I supposed to just get over it? You think it was easy for me? I—”
You weren’t even hearing it. Your eyes shifted past him, drifting lazily until they landed on someone leaning against the wall near the billiard table.
Her head was down, thumb lazily scrolling through her phone, a red cap dangling from her other hand like none of this touched her.
Is that Ellie?
You squinted through the low light and noise. Shit. It was Ellie.
She was in a black jacket thrown over a white tee, pants slung low on her hips. Leaning against the wall like she didn’t care to belong, sipping from her drink like it was just another night to survive.
Gio was still talking, some half-assed plea falling out of his mouth, but you were already walking, cutting straight past him without a word.
“Ellie?” you called out, blinking hard. A grin tugged at your lips. “No way! You’re here?”
She looked up, caught off guard, eyes widening just slightly.
You didn’t think and closed the space between you and threw your arms around her, your body still a little damp, shirt clinging where it shouldn’t.
Her hand settled lightly on your waist. Warm and a little hesitant.
“Hi,” you laughed as you pulled back, grinning stupid. “I thought my mind was the playing tricks on me for a second back there.”
Ellie scratched at the back of her neck, “Yeah,” she said, smiling softly. “I’m here.”
You tilted your head a little too close, eyes glittering. “This definitely wasn’t on my bingo card tonight.” Your voice came out sweet and reckless, heat curling behind it.
You glanced down at yourself, dragging two fingers over the damp hem of your thin shirt. “Oh, and shit—sorry for the,” you waved at your clothes, “I’m a little bit wet.”
Ellie’s eyes dropped before she could stop herself. She nodded, a tiny jerk of her head, mouth opening like she might say something—but didn’t.
“It’s… it’s okay,” she said quietly, eyes dipping down for the briefest second before meeting yours again. Quick, but not quick enough.
She gave a small shrug, like she hadn’t just looked.
Her fingers tapped lightly against her cup, trying to seem casual. But her gaze kept pulling back—hovering just a little too long before she forced it away again.
For a moment, you just looked at her.
You didn’t know why, but she looked different tonight. Or maybe it was the way the slow flashing lights hit her face, catching in her lashes, slipping across her cheekbones. She looked… kind of good like that.
You smiled, small and easy. “So what made you come here?”
Ellie glanced down, then back up. “I don’t know. Just... really checking it out.” She gave a half-smile, one corner of her mouth lifting like it wasn’t sure if it wanted to stay.
You tilted your head. “Damn right. But if I’m Stan though?” You widened your eyes a little. “I’d be honored. Ellie Williams? Here?”
Ellie shook her head, eyes rolling soft. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” You grinned, watching the way she tried not to smile.
She scoffed under her breath, shaking her head again.
“So how’s your night so far?” you asked, shifting your weight closer to her. “Just got here? You seem sober enough for me.”
Ellie glanced to the side, like she was about to lie but didn’t. “Just watching. And yeah... sober enough.”
You followed her gaze to the group around the billiards table, some guys lining up shots with way too much confidence.
“Oh? You play with them?” you asked, already grabbing her wrist, pulling her gently with you. “C’mon. Let’s watch.”
Ellie let you lead her, falling into step.
“Just watching,” she repeated, eyes flicking to the table. “And you? You looked drunk to me.”
You gave her a look. “Oh please, drunk? I’m tough.”
She watched you for a second, like she was trying to tell if you were serious. Her eyes flicked over your face, amused and skeptical.
“Right,” she scoffed again, shaking her head.
You smirked as you caught her smile she tried to hide before she turned back to her drink.
“What? Do I look drunk to you already?” You asked, leaning in slightly.
Ellie raised her brows, amusement dancing in her eyes. She took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of her cup, before shaking her head. “Actually.. no.”
“If I were drunk, I’d already be doing something reckless.” You said with a grin.
You paused just long enough for it to land.
“Which will be later.”
You looked around, just casually scanning the room—until your eyes landed on Gio, cutting through the crowd again like he hadn’t gotten the message the first time.
You groaned under your breath. “Oh, fuck me.”
Ellie glanced over.
Before Ellie could ask, you grabbed her wrist. “Come with me. Please.”
She blinked. “What?”
But you were already pulling her, slipping through bodies, heading for the stairs like you had somewhere to be.
You took the stairs two at a time, a little buzzed. Ellie followed close behind, her cup in one hand, eyes flicking around, unsure where you were taking her. A couple was half-tangled on the landing, making out as if they forgot other people existed. You sidestepped them, brushing past a guy vaping at the top who barely looked up from his cloud. The sweet smoke curled around your head.
Ellie quietly moved past him too, close enough for you to feel the warmth off her arm.
The hallway was narrow and dim. Doors shut or cracked open, bass from downstairs thudding through the walls. You walked past a room glowing blue from a TV screen, another filled with people yelling over Mario Kart.
You made it to the end of the hallway, eyes landing on a closed bathroom door. You knocked once, then again—louder.
Ellie raised a brow behind you. “You brought me all the way up here… to pee?”
You knocked again with more urgency. “Kinda?”
No answer.
You leaned your ear closer, but it was quiet inside. Probably empty.
“I just needed to escape my obsessive ex for a minute,” you muttered, knocking once more for good measure.
You pushed the door with your shoulder. A little harder than you meant to.
It creaked open, swinging wide—and you stumbled a step forward, catching yourself on the doorframe with a laugh.
Ellie stepped forward fast, her free hand reaching out like she might catch you. “Jesus—are you good?”
You looked over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” Her brows pulled together just a little.
You smirked, brushing your hair back. “I’m not drunk, Ellie. Relax.”
She didn’t say anything right away, just watching you like she wasn’t fully convinced.
You pulled the door slowly, inching it closed. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Ellie gave a quiet scoff under her breath. “Don’t fall in,” she muttered.
You flashed her a grin. “Yeah yeah, oh—tell Gio to get lost if you see him looking for me.”
That earned a small snort from her, but she nodded, backing away down the hall as the door clicked shut behind you.
You peed quickly, flushed, and washed your hands. When you looked up, your reflection met you in the mirror—flushed cheeks, lips pink from whatever drink had been in the red cup.
Your hair had started to curl as it dried, sticking in loose waves around your face and neck. One side of your shirt had slipped down your shoulder without you noticing, the thin fabric hanging unevenly, clinging to your skin in places, loose in others. It barely reached the middle of your thighs.
You tilted your head at your reflection, eyes narrowing slightly.
You grabbed your phone from where you left it on the sink and angled it toward the mirror.
One quick pic. Just you—flushed, eyes low-lidded, shirt slipping off your shoulder.
You sent it to E.
You:
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does this look drunk to u?
It took less than a minute for the screen to light up again.
E:
do u want me dead?
u look hot
like way too hot
that’s what u look like drunk ??
no. come home right now.
i wanna be the only one who sees u like this
You grinned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
You:
not drunk yet 😋
E:
can you come home now pls?
i can't take others seeing u like that
i'm picking u up
the kids miss u
come home and let me take care of you
i wanna take care of you when you’re drunk
You stared at the screen, a little smirk tugging at your mouth. Heart all gooey and stupid. God, she was such a loser.
Another message lit up.
E:
but go on
have fun
i understand this is all part of dating someone pretty like u
You scrunched your nose, fingers already moving.
You:
awww baby shut up
no one else gets me stupid like you do
they can stare all they want
but you’re the one i go home to 😌💋
E:
good
don’t kiss other girls pls ? xD
You:
courseeee
ttyl
💋
You locked your phone, grinning to yourself. The mirror caught your bright smile again.
God, you were down bad.
But you felt good. Buzzed in the right way, skin warm, head light. You weren’t about to let some clingy ex ruin the night for you—not when you looked like this, not when the air felt this electric.
You adjusted your shirt half-heartedly, let your hair fall where it wanted, then reached for the doorknob with a smirk.
You unlocked the door, pulling it open to find Ellie leaning against the wall just beside it, phone in hand. The soft glow from the screen lit up her face, catching on the curve of her smile.
The music downstairs thudded louder now, flooding the hallway again.
She glanced up when she saw you. Straightened a little. Her eyes dropped down to your body—just for a second—before meeting yours again.
“Hey,” you said loudly, grinning. “Let’s go back downstairs.”
Ellie gave a small nod, tucking her phone into her pocket as she pushed off the wall.
“You good now?” she asked, voice a bit low and husky.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Never better.”
Ellie fell into step beside you as you started walking back down the hall, the two of you brushing shoulders once.
“What about your ex?” she asked, voice low, almost amused.
You scoffed. “He can do whatever he wants. I didn’t come here for him.”
Ellie glanced sideways at you, a crooked smile twitching at her lips. “No?”
You turned your head, smirking. “Duh.”
Right then, someone rushed past—barely looking where he was going. A splash of cold hit your side as the drink in his hand tipped, spilling across your already damp shirt.
“Seriously?” you muttered, looking down. The wet spot clung colder than before. You patted at it uselessly, annoyed.
The guy tossed a lazy “my bad!” over his shoulder and disappeared down the hall.
You sighed. “Drunk boys.”
Ellie didn’t say anything at first. Her eyes followed the guy as he stumbled off, then flicked back to you—pausing on your shirt for a beat before she cleared her throat.
Then, casually, she slid off her jacket. “Here.”
You raised a brow. “What’s that for?”
She held it out. “Before someone else spills something on you again.”
You waved it off with a grin. “No need, I’m good.”
Ellie hesitated.
You tilted your head, playful. “What—trying to cover me up?”
Her mouth parted like she was about to respond—but you beat her to it, tugging the loose edge of your shirt back into place.
“It’s fine, seriously,” you said, flashing a grin. “Feels like you’re the only one looking anyway. And I’m starting to think you like the view.”
That made her blink. She scoffed softly, shaking her head, but the flush creeping up her neck said plenty.
You turned, already heading back toward the stairs, tossing a wink over your shoulder. “Come on, Williams. Try to keep up.”
The bass had thudded through the floor, pulsing straight through your legs as you moved a little quicker down the stairs, the song blasting loud—something synthy and bold that made your heart beat in time with it.
Behind you, Ellie had called out, “Don’t move so fast.”
You’d glanced up just as you hit the last step, tilting your head back at her. “What?”
She’d been halfway down, steady, careful, her hand brushing the railing. The music had swallowed your voice, so you raised it.
“I said—what?”
Ellie had shaken her head, eyes rolling a little, but there’d been a smile tugging at her mouth, trying not to let it win.
The thump of the song had gotten louder as you pushed back toward the billiard table. Everything had been darker now, all red-and-gold haze. The overhead lights were gone—maybe someone had turned them off on purpose—but the glow from the string bulbs and that lava lamp in the corner had been enough to see by.
The house had been packed. People were laughing too hard at nothing, leaning too close to be casual. The air had been hot, sticky with heat and alcohol, and the edge of your buzz had turned a little giddy again.
You grabbed a bottle off the counter and sank onto the edge of the sofa near the billiard table. The cushion gave under your weight, still warm from whoever sat there last.
Across the room, a group of guys play pool like there’s a trophy on the line.
Ellie trailed behind, hovering for a second before sitting beside you.
You held out the bottle with a raised brow. “Want some?”
She glanced at it, then shook her head. “I’m good.”
You shrugged. “More for me, then—”
But before the bottle reaches your lips, her hand slips in and takes it straight from yours.
You blinked, caught off guard, watching as she drank it without saying a word.
“Thought you were good,” you said, laughing a bit.
Ellie leaned back slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Changed my mind.”
The room pulsef around you—saturated in red and gold, the music heavy and constant. You felt it under your skin.
You glanced at her for a while—longer than you meant to.
She didn’t notice at first, too focused on the game, the bottle resting loosely in her grip. Her jaw was tight, lashes catching the red-gold light.
She looked good like that. Kinda hot.
Your eyes dropped to her mouth before you caught yourself, heart kicking a little faster as you glanced away.
You shifted on the couch, letting your knee brush against hers, feeling the warmth creeping up from somewhere deeper than the alcohol.
You cleared your throat, watching as the guys at the table started arguing over a missed shot. One shoved the other, laughing, before the group wandered off, taking their chaos with them.
You scoffed softly. “Wanna play?”
Ellie glanced over. “Billiards?”
You nodded, trying to keep it casual. “Unless you’re scared.”
She arched a brow, amused. “Of losing?”
“Of me.”
Ellie smirked, pushed off the couch, and set the bottle down on the nearest table.
You were already standing, a little unsteady, grinning at her. “Let’s make it interesting.”
She raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“Loser takes a shot,” you said, eyes gleaming. “Come on. Don’t be soft.”
Ellie hesitated just a second too long—like she wanted to say something else—but the look you gave her made her sigh, amused. “Alright. But just one.”
You cocked your head. “Scared already?”
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a cue stick, and twirled it once before stepping toward the table. The music throbbed louder and heavier.
You followed, your heart syncing with the bass, beat for beat.
People had started to crowd around, some watching, some dancing, the air thick with smoke and spilled drinks. You grabbed a stick from the rack and moved to the other side of the table, grinning as you leaned down to break.
You chalked your cue with dramatic flair—pure show—but your aim was off. The cue ball barely clipped the edge of the triangle and sank a single striped.
Ellie watched from the other end, mouth twitching like she was trying not to laugh.
Then she stepped forward, bent low, and broke with a sharp crack—clean, loud, and confident. Two solids dropped like nothing.
You blinked. “Okay. What the hell was that?”
She shrugged, all casual. “Guess I’m good at stuff.”
You narrowed your eyes. “No one’s casually that good.”
She just shrugged before sinking another. Smooth and effortless.
You leaned back against the edge, arms crossed, watching her with a squint. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
She didn’t even look up. “You’re the one who challenged me.”
“And you’re the one who’s apparently a secret pool monster.”
Finally, she glanced at you, eyes glinting under the red-gold glow. “You said loser takes a shot, right?”
You scoffed. “Yeah, and I think I just sealed my fate.”
She lined up again, slow and sure. “Might as well pour it now.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting a grin. “Keep talking like that and I might pour us both one.”
Ellie smirked, not breaking eye contact as she leaned over the table, cue steady in her hands. “You wouldn’t dare.”
You tilted your head. “Wanna bet?”
She lined up the shot, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile—and sank another ball, clean and smooth.
You let out a groan, grabbing the nearest bottle and unscrewing the cap. “You’re obnoxious.”
Ellie stepped back, cue resting against her shoulder. “You challenged me.”
You raised the bottle, letting it hover over the rim of a plastic cup. “Yeah, well—I’m challenging you again. Winner takes a shot this time.”
Ellie quirked a brow. “That’s not how winning works.”
You shrugged, already pouring. “Yeah, well. I'm tipsy and I make the rules.”
She watched you for a beat, something amused and soft in her eyes.
You handed her a full cup. “No backing out now, Williams.”
Ellie took it slowly, fingers brushing yours for a second too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The music behind you shifted. A family familiar beat, much louder.
“God, I love this song,” you murmured, already moving your hips a little, tipsy joy radiating off you.
She took the shot like it was nothing, barely even wincing as it went down. You watched her, eyes narrowing a little—not just because she handled it better than you ever could, but because she looked unfairly good doing it.
“Okay, now we’re even,” you said, grabbing your cue again. “Back to losing gracefully.”
Ellie smirked. “Speak for yourself.”
You rolled your eyes and took your turn—this time, a lucky one. One striped ball sunk clean into the corner. You gasped, triumphant, raising your arms like you'd just hit a buzzer-beater.
Ellie clapped, slow and sarcastic. “A miracle.”
“Shut up,” you grinned, eyes glittering as you lined up another. “I’m making my comeback.”
You missed completely.
Ellie didn’t even hide her laugh this time. “Inspiring,” she muttered, stepping in again.
Her shot was perfect. Of course.
You leaned back, cup in hand, watching as she moved around the table—cool, steady, casual in a way that made your stomach flip. Her shirt shifted as she bent forward, and you looked away before you stared too long.
“You know,” you called over the music, “you’re really annoying when you’re good at things.”
“Aw, thanks,” she said flatly, not looking up.
Another ball sank.
The crowd behind you had mostly shifted away, drawn back into the music or to whatever chaos was happening by the patio doors. It was just the two of you now, a half-empty bottle and a cup between you, the light flickering red over Ellie’s face.
You let out a small breath, arms folded lazily across your chest. The buzz was heavier now, in your limbs, your throat, your head.
So you just… watched. Let her play.
She moved with that same quiet precision—focused, lowkey cocky in the way she leaned over the table, cue steady, eyes narrowed.
She looked hot like this, it almost annoyed you.
A guy suddenly stepped in, looking sober enough to ask for a match.
“Winner stays?” he asked, grinning at Ellie.
She hesitated, eyes flicking toward you.
You rolled your eyes, waving her off with a lopsided smile. “Go on, Williams. Defend your throne.”
Ellie squinted at you, clearly not loving the idea. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” you said.
She looked at you for a second longer, like she didn’t quite believe it, but then turned back to the game.
You stuck around, letting your back hit the nearest wall as you watched them play. Occasionally, you sipped from your cup—sweet, sharp heat sliding down your throat. Ellie never missed. Ball after ball, clean and controlled, giving the guy barely a chance.
Except once—right when she glanced your way.
You were already staring at her. A soft grin curling at your lips.
She muttered something under her breath—too low to catch—then shook her head as the guy lined up his only real shot.
You grinned wider, pleased with yourself.
You stayed there for awhile before you wandered toward the kitchen, grabbed another drink you probably didn’t need, then found yourself in the bathroom down the hall, dabbing cool water on your neck and cheeks. Your head was buzzing and too warm. Everything was a little floaty and pink.
When you stepped back into the hallway, Ellie was already there, waiting.
She looked at you for a moment. Her yes trailing over your flushed face, the slight wobble in your step, the faint glassiness in your eyes.
She let out a soft breath.
“Hey… you okay?” she asked again, voice lower this time.
“I’m great,” you said, slow and sure, even as your words almost slurred. You tilted your head, smiling all dumb and tipsy. “Did you win?”
“Yeah.”
You grinned at her. “Good. I don’t want you losing to some guy.”
Ellie huffed a soft laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.
You brushed past her, already heading down the hallway again. “Latch” was playing in the background, Sam Smith’s voice curling through the air like a memory.
“Oh my god, I love this song,” you said dreamily, half to yourself.
“Wait—what?” Ellie called after you, catching up with a few quick strides. “Don’t you need to sit down for a bit? How many did you have?”
You ignored her. Your fingertips trailed along the wall, that floaty warmth in your chest swelling with every lyric bleeding through the air. You looked over your shoulder with a teasing smile.
“Come on.”
Ellie slowed beside you, brow creased, eyes scanning your face like she was trying to figure out just how far gone you were. But there was something soft there, too. Maybe even amused.
Before Ellie could say anything else, a pack of rowdy guys burst through the hallway behind you, all hyped up and laughing as they started doing some train-line dance toward the back doors.
You barely had time to blink before Ellie’s hand was at your waist, tugging you gently aside.
“Careful,” she muttered, guiding you out of their path.
You stumbled a little with the sudden movement and ended up against the wall, your shoulder brushing cool plaster. Ellie stayed close—close enough that you could feel the warmth of her side next to yours, her hand lingering for a second longer than necessary.
The two of you stood there, side by side, watching the dance floor ahead in silence.
The glow from the string lights outside flickered through the patio doors, soft and uneven. The thrum of the song still pulsed beneath your feet.
Ellie said something beside you but you couldn’t hear a damn thing over the music.
You turned, brow raised. “What?”
She leaned in, her mouth just beside your ear, her perfume catching faintly.
“Do you wanna dance?” she asked, voice rough over the bass.
You tilted your head, grin already tugging at your lips. You leaned close to her ear, just enough for your breath to tickle. “Are you asking me to dance?”
Ellie pulled back an inch, smirking. She leaned in again, even closer this time. “No. Just saying that if you do wanna dance… I won’t be there with you.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes in mock offense. You leaned in, palm brushing her arm lightly as you whispered into her ear, “I don’t feel like dancing anyway.”
Ellie gave a quiet huff of laughter, her eyes dropping briefly to your mouth before flicking back up again.
You caught the flick of Ellie’s eyes down to your mouth, and it made something wicked curl in your chest. Drunk and warm and reckless, you smirked.
“Do you wanna fuck?” you asked, half-shouting over the music, teasing.
Ellie’s eyes went wide. “What?!”
You laughed, tossing your head back, “I’m kidding!!” you grinned at her.
Ellie shook her head, the tips of her ears red as she muttered something under her breath.
You laughed again, softer this time, but it came out more breath than sound.
Your smile faltered. The warmth in your chest turned heavy.
You blinked, frowning suddenly, one hand pressing lightly to your ribs like you could calm it down. “Shit,” you mumbled. “I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Ellie straightened immediately. “Hey—hey, okay, come on,” she said, slipping her arm around your waist before you could even stumble.
Ellie helped you up the stairs, her arm still steady around your waist, guiding you toward the hallway. You managed to make it halfway before the next wave hit—sharp and sudden.
You stopped, hand flying to your mouth, the other gripping the wall beside you.
Your head dropped forward, eyes squeezing shut. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing down on your shoulders.
Ellie hovered beside you, silent but present, her hand resting lightly on your back.
After a moment, the feeling passed—mostly.
You let out a long breath and straightened slowly, leaning back against the wall, the cool paint grounding you.
“I’m fine,” you said quietly, not meeting her eyes at first.
Ellie moved to stand against the opposite wall, arms loosely crossed, watching you. “You sure?”
You gave a soft smile, rolling your eyes a little as you finally looked up at her. “Yeah. I’m not that gone.”
Ellie didn’t respond, just watching you, her face unreadable in the low purple hallway light.
Downstairs, Latch still playing, the bass just a faint thrum beneath your feet now. Like memory. Like déjà vu.
You stared at Ellie for a second, something tugging at the edge of your chest. The light from the stairwell tinted her skin, softened the space between you.
“Do you wanna know something?” you asked suddenly, voice low.
Ellie raised her eyebrows, tilting her head slightly—wary now, remembering what you said earlier, unsure whether to shake her head or nod.
“I kissed a girl before,” you said, your gaze unfocused, drifting just past her shoulder. “To this exact song.”
You breathed out a laugh that didn’t feel like one. “We were fifteen. At this party thing, kind of like this. She pulled me outside and kissed me when this came on.”
You looked at her now. “She was my first.”
And hopefully not the last.
Your mind drifted, landing somewhere familiar.
On E.
The girl who got to know every version of you without ever seeing you in person. The one you told things you hadn’t even said out loud before. Who asked questions gently. Who stayed up late just to talk.
The girl who felt safe. Soft in a way that wasn’t just flirting—it was understanding.
You swallowed, pulse fluttering.
You didn’t say any of that. You just leaned your head back against the wall, the music humming through your ribs.
Your eyes settled on Ellie.
She stood right there in front of you, her brows drawn just slightly like she was trying to read you. Lit by dim hallway light and a song that had already carved itself into your memory once.
She looked worried. Not just in a you might throw up on me kind of way, but something quieter. Like she knew something you didn’t.
Like she was watching you chase a thought she’d already caught.
And maybe that was what made her feel so real in that moment.
And maybe the closest you’d ever get to having E at all.
That thought alone was enough to make your head spin.
The music thrummed through the floorboards. Your body remembered this song the way your heart remembered E’s messages. The softness. The teasing. The way she made you feel like she knew you, even through a screen.
You swallowed hard.
Because you remembered what Ellie said at the library that day, too.
The way Ellie’s voice cut through your thoughts so casually.
Your stomach turned. Not in a bad way. In that horribly fluttery way. The way it had back then, when your brain had first started making connections it had no business making.
E. Ellie.
The timing.
The sarcasm.
The way she said it—too smooth, like she knew what she was doing.
And you’d told yourself it was ridiculous.
But then… wasn’t that exactly how E flirted? Smooth. Confident in a way that snuck up on you. The kind of teasing that made your knees weak and your mouth dry.
You remembered thinking, That’s not Ellie. Ellie’s not like that.
But now… standing here, drunk and warm and wrecked under the pressure of her gaze, you weren’t so sure anymore.
Because maybe you didn’t know Ellie like you thought you did.
And maybe that was the problem.
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the song, or just the way Ellie was looking at you right now, like she already knew what you were about to say.
Your pulse picked up.
Somewhere beyond the walls, the music swelled again. Clearer now, and louder. Like the whole house was leaning in too.
I feel we're close enough…
You blinked, heart thudding. Ellie hadn’t moved. She was still watching you.
I wanna lock in your love..
Your lips parted, the air too thick and warm. Your hands twitched where they hung at your sides.
I think we're close enough…
The words echoed through the hallway, slow and sticky, wrapping around you like heat.
Could I lock in your love, baby…
“I think…” you swallowed, voice soft, barely audible above the throb of bass, “I think I wanna do it again.”
Ellie didn’t say anything. Her expression didn’t even shift. She just looked at you. And for a second, the space between you buzzed with something you couldn’t name.
Now I've got you in my space…
You leaned in.
I won’t let go of you…
No plan. No thinking. Just instinct, and warmth, and that stupid song crashing in your chest.
Your lips pressed to hers, quick, uncertain, too drunk to be graceful but not drunk enough to pretend you didn’t mean it.
_
You woke up with a pounding headache.
The room was familiar—sunlight spilling through pale curtains, soft and quiet. You’d been here before.
You shifted, the sheets cool against your skin—bare skin.
Your eyes shot open.
You were naked under the covers.
Your heart kicked up. You turned your head slowly.
You were in Ellie’s room.
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Got a Lil Sugar: Chapter 4
Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader
Words: 2792
Synopsis: Two firsts with your prospective Sugar Mommies: your first big spoil, and your first video call
Warnings: Financial distress, sex work, creeps on the internet, FLUFF
You spent most of the evening at your little kitchen table, hunched over your phone, replying to all the messages you were getting.
It was exhausting.
Mel’s advice kept echoing in your head: Talk to everyone. Be nice. Keep them interested. Every little bit adds up.
So, you did.
You sent a photo of your back to one woman; she’d paid you $30 for it. That was easy enough. Then a man (who you’d already mentally flagged as a bit gross but harmless) sent you $50 for a feet pic. You grimaced as you posed your bare feet just right in the cheap apartment light, trying not to think too hard about it before you sent it.
when me and van are lezzing out high on shrooms but then shauna tries to fucking eat us so we have to lock in
(i’m watching yellowjackets again if u can’t tell)
awkward hellos across the room 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚
: nerd ! Ellie Williams x popular ! reader PT. 1
inspired by teenage dirtbag by wheatus !! also i'm sosososo sorry if this is bad!! i'm fighting for creativity rn, i hope this wasn't weird or funky sounding urrrghghhh
Includes !! : a more stereotypical way of school like imagine 2000s movies iykwim, awkward nerd ellie hehe, popular reader, yayayay
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Ellie Williams wasn’t your most popular student — at least, among the other kids. She’d always be drawing or stuck in a book about whatever science thing she was interested in at the moment. You on the other hand were well known around school. Walking down the halls, you’d hear person after person say hi, even kids you didn’t even know.
To say Ellie liked you is an understatement. She adored you. Not in a creepy way, but in an ‘I need her so badly, but I’m too afraid to say something, so I’ll giggle over her from afar’ way. All 2 of her friends knew your name. Dina and her would talk about you over a smoke while Jesse just chimed in every now and then.
All of which leading up to this night. Dina and Ellie were smoking as Jesse watched TV. Ellie was in shambles, wondering whether or not to talk to you. The two of you were acquainted, but she wanted more. She wanted to make you laugh, to know the real you. The only problem was that she didn’t know if you’d pity her, laugh at her, or react in another totally exaggerated way.
“I’m telling you, you just gotta go up and talk to her, man.” Jesse chuckled, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the couch.
“El, the worst she can say is no-!” Dina laughed at Ellie’s rambling, who was now huffing out smoke and running a hand through her auburn hair.
“Or- Or look at me weirdly. Or never want to be near me. Or publicly embarrass me. Or-” Jesse cut her off, laughing and leaning forward as he rested his arms on his knees. “Look. You’re a cool person, she’s a cool person, you both would be perfect for each other. Me and her talked when we had study hall in the library. She seems like a sweet girl. She wouldn’t publicly embarrass you-!”
. . .
Chemistry was the easiest for Ellie, so she almost always finished. You were walking behind her to put back the goggles when you pointed at one of her doodles. “This is so cute!!” Your voice chimed, gushing over her lazy scribbles on the paper. Ellie looked up at you and mumbled out a thank you, smiling all stupid. She watched as you walked back to your desk, leaving her palms sweating.
At the end of class, you went up to talk to her again. “Ellie- uhm, I was just wondering if you could help me after school with my chemistry work? You’re always done first so uh..”
Ellie was taken aback, her eyes locked on you. She stood there and fiddled with her bag before actually speaking, her voice a little strained. “Uh- yeah uhm- yeah I can help you after school- Is the- the library ok?” And with your nod, she smiled. “Okay- See you after school then-.”
She rushed to tell Dina, her palms sweaty and her mind racing.
. . .
She sat awkwardly at the table in front of you, doing her own homework as she waited for you to ask another question. It’d been an hour and a half since the two of you got here, and she still hadn’t gathered the courage to say anything.
“Hey Ellie,” Your voice broke the silence, and immediately Ellie’s head perked up to meet your gaze. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“The drawing earlier, who was it?” You tilted your head, fidgeting with your pencil. You didn’t want to make things awkward, but you just wanted to change the mood from strictly educational to friends chilling. If Ellie wanted.
“Oh uhm-” How the hell was she supposed to say it was you? That all over her papers were you, your eyes, your smile, the way your hair curled and complimented your face. “..A- uhm- She’s a character I saw in a comic-.” She stammered out as you nodded with an ‘Oooh.’
The more you two talked, the more she realized y'all had a lot more in common. You were more than the stereotypes usually stuck onto pretty girls in mini skirts and curled hair who were popular among people. You had your own niche tastes, and Ellie felt stupid for not considering the fact that you might've been a little weird like her too.
She also found out that your boyfriend's a dick. And even that's an understatement. Hell he even brought a gun to school. Of course, she was a little disappointed, but knowing you didn't like the way he acted anymore gave her a little hope. That didn't change the fact that she was scared of him. God, he'd kick her ass if he knew the truth.
A few kids walked past and whispered to each other, looking at Ellie before realizing she was with you. A few kids came up and said hi to you, leaving Ellie doodling in her sketchbook awkwardly waiting for them to leave. Other than that, the night was silent.
Once the two of y’all were done, you held your backpack straps tight and smiled at her. “Thank you for helping Ellie, do you think we could try studying together again? You really helped a ton!”
She rubbed the back of her neck as she mumbled out a thank you. “Ah.. It was nothing really-.. And yeah, we could do this again.” Hanging out with you tonight was already stressful enough. She didn’t know what to say, how to act, anything.
As you turned to walk away, her voice called out after you. She speed walked to you awkwardly, fiddling with her backpack straps once more. “Can- Can we uhm- Do you wanna like- Hang out sometime? I uh- know this good burger place that just opened- Me and my friends are gonna go but- but uh, you’re more than welcome to join us- If- if you want, y’know-.”
Damn, why couldn’t she spit a single sentence out without jumbling her words?
Even after that mess of an invite, she was shocked to hear you say ‘yes.’ And so excitedly.
The two of you walked away feeling a little more accomplished.
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Heatwave pt 2 ⋆✴︎˚。⋆
ellabs x reader
pt 1 | series masterlist
love island au
wc: 1.1k (sorryyy)
summary: entering the villa as the first bombshell would be a challenge. what happens when two contestants make your heart race, and they feel the same about you?
warnings: adult content, swearing, kissing/making out, smut (eventually), fluff, angst, drama, reality tv situations, ellie is a loser but also knows she’s really hot, abby is shy but cocky, pls excuse my writing im rusty
texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 6
nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader
bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
masterlist
The library is almost empty.
Outside the glass study room, someone coughs. A printer whirs. But inside, it’s quiet — except for the soft clack of keys, the hum of the AC, and Ellie reading beside you.
“You pushed her on the wall,” she murmurs, brows drawing together. “Firm but not harsh, crashing your lips to her aching ones.”
You watched her mouth move as she read it — her lips tugging slightly as she focused, lashes low, the slope of her nose catching light — and something in your chest twisted. Not just from nerves. You hated the way her voice sounded reading your words. Hated that it made your pulse trip up. Hated that it made you want her to keep going.
“She pulled you into her lap as she sat on a large sealed paint bucket… her breath was—”
Ellie paused, frowning at the screen.
Then she turned to you with that look — the you’re insufferable and I regret partnering with you look.
“What is this?” she asked flatly, like the words on the doc personally offended her.
You leaned back in your chair, raising your eyebrows. “That’s the scene for chapter eight.”
“No, it’s not.” She shook her head and closed your laptop halfway like she was trying to censor it. “We’re not doing this. Again.”
You blinked at her, mock-offended. “Why the fuck not?” Your voice came out low — quieter than you meant, like you were actually trying to convince her.
Ellie sighed through her nose, dragging her laptop toward her and reopening your shared doc. Her fingers started typing with a little too much force. “Because we have an outline. You know — the thing we agreed on? The story structure? Remember that? We agreed to that.”
“Ellie.” You said her name before you could stop yourself. It landed softer than you intended — breathy, almost pleading.
“We don’t always have to follow the outline,” you continued, recovering fast. “This is just a little detour. A fun one.”
“They’ve been dancing around each other for pages. It’s driving me insane. This scene gives them something to feel while they keep holding back. That tension? It makes everything after hit harder.”
Ellie stopped typing. Her jaw moved slightly.
“It’s not time for them to hook up yet.”
She said it like a command. Like you were out of line for even thinking about it.
“They’re not hooking up. They’re making mistakes. That’s the point. It’s human.”
Ellie turned her head, meeting your eyes. Something in her expression sharpened — not anger exactly, but frustration. Or maybe panic, if you knew her better.
“No,” she said again, quieter this time. “We have a clear structure. Adding this here would change everything.”
You exhaled slowly, trying not to snap.
“Can’t we bend the structure, just a little? I know sometimes I add and suggest ridiculous shit, but I meant this one. I actually took my time writing that part. It’s ten pages, Ellie. Ten. And that’s not even the only scene — there’s more after.”
Ellie’s fingers froze on the keyboard. She turned slightly, not looking at you.
“Exactly,” she muttered. “More scenes. More changes. We didn’t agree to that.”
Ellie just shook her head like she was already done with the conversation before it even finished.
You opened your mouth to argue again, but her voice came in before you could.
“We’re not writing that scene.”
You stared at her, irritated. And something else you didn’t want to name.
She was so closed off, so composed, so good at not looking at you — like she could will herself into not caring.
“I’m serious about this, you know,” you said, voice quieter this time. “For real.”
Ellie finally up. “Yeah,” she said, expression unreadable. “So am I.”
She leaned back slightly, hands folding over her laptop like she was about to launch into a TED Talk.
“And if you actually looked at Ms. Alvarez’s notes, you’d see that the next three chapters are supposed to lay the groundwork for the second act. If we drop in a random paint-bucket hookup scene now, it kills the emotional pacing. It shifts the arc. It makes the tension collapse too early.”
You rolled your eyes like you were done and you’d already tuned her out. You crossed your arms and sank deeper into your chair, leaning back with the kind of defiance that wasn’t loud, but said we’re done here.
“I’m not working with you right now.”
“You’re being childish,” she muttered, eyes still locked on her screen.
“And you’re being a killjoy,” you shot back. “Not everything has to be some perfect, structured literary masterpiece, Ellie. Sometimes stories need chaos.”
You huffed, sitting up straighter now. “And for Ms. Alvarez’s notes? You know we could work something around that. It’s not impossible.” Your voice dropped, flat and clipped. “Just say you think my idea’s dumb and be done with it.”
She shook her head once, actually confirming it now. Yeah. Your idea was dumb. Dumb enough to mess with her masterpiece.
“You just want them to make out in a janitor’s closet.”
“Maybe I do.” You weren’t even sure if you were talking about your characters anymore. “Maybe it’s the only thing keeping me from screaming right now.”
Ellie finally looked up. Her eyes narrowed, scanning your face — trying to figure out how serious you were. That maybe.. maybe something had slipped out that shouldn’t have.
But then her lips twitched. Not quite a smile. More like a smirk that died halfway — crooked and careless.
“Jesus. Did you get your period or something?”
She said it offhand, careless. The kind of thing she wouldn’t even register as a real insult — but you did.
You stared at her. Your chest tightened, something sharp pulling inside.
“Wow,” you muttered. “Misogyny in 2025. Groundbreaking.”
Ellie bit her cheek, clearly holding back a laugh.
“I’m just saying—”
“Don’t.” Your voice dropped, dead flat.
She tried not to smile. You saw it anyway — the twitch of her mouth, like your anger was somehow amusing.
You wanted to slap it off her face.
“You’re overreacting,” she said under her breath.
“Overreacting my ass,” you snapped. “I took my whole weekend writing that scene, Ellie.”
She shrugged, turning back to her laptop. She was casual and dismissive. It kinda hurt you a little bit, almost.
“You could’ve told me first before you wrote it.”
“You’d have disagreed.”
“Exactly. But at least I could’ve stopped you from wasting your time.”
That one landed. You flinched. It showed in your hands — the way they clenched as you stood and yanked your bag up from the floor.
“You know what?” You laughed, bitter and breathless. “Fine. I don’t fucking care.”
You shoved your laptop into your bag, fast, messy.
“And yeah — I actually just wasted my time. Sorry for not reaching the standards, boss.”
You zipped the bag halfway, then gave up on aligning it at all.
“I don’t wanna work with you right now. I wanna go home — so I will.”
Ellie sighed quietly and shook her head, still typing.
You moved around the table and paused beside her, waiting for something. A glance. A smart-ass comment. Maybe even a shitty little “sorry.” Nothing.
She didn’t even look at you.
God.
You exhaled hard. “Okay. Great talk,” you muttered. “Text me if you decide to not be a dick. Or don’t. Whatever. I don’t care.”
You turned your back — done, or at least pretending to be — but something inside you snapped before you could walk away. You spun back around, heat burning in your chest.
“And you know what? I take back everything I said about you being easy to work with. You’re not. You don’t actually consider my ideas. You just read them long enough to decide they’re ridiculous. You don’t take anything I say seriously.”
You could feel it now — the frustration rising, twisted up with something closer to hurt.
“And for you to act like I’m being childish just because I care about my dumb ideas? Just because I want them to actually mean something in this project? That sucks.”
Your voice cracked, just a little.
“You always do this. I don’t even know if you hate me or what, but I didn’t let it bother me before because at least I tried. I figured, hey, you’re smarter than me, so maybe it’s fine to let you have your way every time.”
“But you know what?” Your tone dropped. “You’re the insufferable one. Not me.”
You scoffed, low and bitter. “And honestly? You’re boring, Ellie. I hope you know that.”
You didn’t wait for a reaction. You turned and walked out — before the weight in your chest turned into something you couldn’t swallow down.
You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling like it might give you answers. Your room was dim, quiet — too quiet. And your body felt weirdly tense, like your nerves still hadn’t caught up with the fact that you’d actually walked out.
You tried to tell yourself it wasn’t that deep anymore. That it was just a disagreement. A scene. A stupid writing scene.
But it was a big deal.
Because she didn’t even finish reading it. She didn’t even try.
“Didn’t even get past the second paragraph,” you muttered to yourself.
Your chest tightened again. God, she was so infuriating. So smug and so obsessed with structure and outlines and being right. She cared more about hitting all the correct beats than actually making something good. Than letting anything feel real.
It wasn’t just the scene. It was the way she looked at you. Making you look like you were being dramatic, overemotional and less than. And that stupid flat tone she used, like you were wasting her time.
What pissed you off the most was that you knew she wasn’t going to apologize. That she’d rather die than admit she was wrong.
She’d already proven that. Her last message was the same cold, stiff crap that looked like she’d emailed it from a fucking office cubicle.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
Your last words came back like a slap. “You’re boring, Ellie. I hope you know that.”
It was true. She was boring. And for actually thinking — feeling — you liked her one bit? No. You don’t.
You just kept mistaking her for someone else.
That was the real issue, wasn’t it?
She reminded you of E.
They had pieces of each other — enough to confuse your brain into hoping.
But E.. made you feel something. E wanted you. E actually read your writing and saw you.
You sat up abruptly, pulled your laptop out of your bag, flipped it open, and stared at the screen. Chapter Eight. Ten pages. Every line you’d poured into that moment — erased by a shrug.
Without giving yourself a second to think, you highlighted the entire document, dragged it to the trash, and hit delete.
You slammed the lid closed. If she didn’t care, then neither did you.
Right?
Your phone buzzed beside you. You ignored it at first — or tried to.
But your fingers reached for it anyway, almost unconsciously.
E:
hey
just got home
The message sat on your lock screen, simple and soft. You stared at it, and somehow, just seeing her name — her tone — made the tension in your chest pop like a soap bubble.
Your shoulders loosened. Just a little.
Of course she texted.
You let out a slow breath, eyes still on the screen. Then your gaze shifted upward, just a fraction — to the tiny digital date above the message preview.
You blinked.
“Great,” you muttered.
That explained the mood.
Well. Part of it.
You sat up a little, unlocked your phone and opened the thread.
you:
how was your day?
It didn’t take long.
E:
mm
had to deal w a little drama but it was fine
nothing major
Your eyebrows lifted slightly.
A little drama.
You stared at that line longer than you meant to.
You’d just lived through your own little drama — and it had everything to do with Ellie.
you:
ugh same
i hate my partner for this pair project rn
she’s mean
E:
mean??
to you???
you:
yeah :(
E:
who the fuck does she think she is
what did she do
you:
she won’t let me add this scene i wrote 😒
and i kinda walked out on her awhile ago
There was a pause, just a beat too long.
E:
ok so she’s insane
and blind
and ungrateful
she must’ve really gotten under your skin today huh
You sighed.
you:
yeah
hate her for it
but it’s mostly acting tbh
i’m gonna get my period real soon
so yeah
but still
i was valid right?
i mean it’s OUR project
You waited, thumbs hovering. There was a weird mix of comfort and tension in your chest — the comfort of talking to E again, even if the day had been a mess.
Your phone buzzed.
E:
of course you were
you’re always valid
she’s the one who fucked it up, not you
if it were me
i’d literally write anything you wanted
You stared at the message, eyes narrowing slightly.
E:
she’s probably sorry now
even if she’ll never say it
like
who wouldn’t be sorry if they crossed you?
You scoffed. Quiet, under your breath.
Classic. Always knowing what to say to make you feel seen — even when the feeling in your chest didn’t fully match the smile on your face.
Still. The phrasing stuck with you.
She’s sorry.
Like it wasn’t just a guess.
Like it was coming from somewhere closer than it should’ve.
You rolled onto your side, staring at the screen a second longer than you needed to. You started typing again — something light. Something that wouldn’t give too much away.
you:
u sound like u know her
You sent it as a joke, the corners of your mouth twitching. But part of you still watched the screen like you were waiting for something to break.
E:
nahh
You sighed, dropping your phone onto the bed for a second. Ellie’s face popped into your mind anyway.
Uninvited.
Unavoidable.
The thought that she could be E hadn’t really left your mind since that day — the day you worked with her at her house. You didn’t want to dwell on it, not after what happened today. But it lingered anyway — quiet and annoying, like a song stuck on a loop in the back of your head.
Ellie was too blunt. Too practical. Too stiff in her tone, too composed in the way she held herself. She’d never lower herself to something as reckless or vulnerable as anonymous flirting.
She would never.
She could never be the same girl you like.
The one who texted you at night with just a “hey.” The one who read every scene you wrote and said you were brilliant. The one who told you she missed you — who listened when you ranted, remembered the things you said at 2 a.m., and wanted to ruin you slowly, sweetly, like she actually meant it.
Pushing the thought aside, you smirked to yourself and picked your phone back up.
you:
u know what u sound?
jealous
E:
good
i am
i would be jealous of anyone who gets to be with you
who gets to see you
talk to you
hear your laugh
sit next to you
touch you
breathe the same air as you
fuck
You blinked, a quiet little laugh slipping out. Really huh.
Smirking, you texted back.
you:
u are talking to me
and u can see me
You opened your camera, adjusted slightly where you lay — hair a little messy against your pillow, eyes half-lidded, nose scrunched just enough to look like you weren’t trying.
One click.
Sent.
A beat later:
E:
jesus christ
look at you
you:
u like it?
E:
i love it
i hate how much i love it
i have a whole album of you on my phone
no shame
You blinked and snorted.
you:
ohh
even the ones (yk) are included? 👀
E:
guess
you:
i think u do ;)
what do you even do with them?
E:
stare
obsess
sigh like a loser
bite my fist
replay every second
you’re unreal
i wanna bite you
You chewed your lip, smirking to yourself.
you:
ohh
E:
why?
You stared at the blinking cursor a second, then typed, amused.
you:
i was expecting you to say you get off at it
You chuckled under your breath, half expecting her to dodge it, half expecting something worse.
But then, casually, you added. Typing slower this time.
you:
u don’t have to be jealous of anyone who’s close to me
they aren’t you anyway
tf i care about them
There was a longer pause before you added again.
you:
and actually..
we can like
call or something
if u want
You watched the three dots blinking on the screen, heart beating a little faster than usual. It caught you off guard. You’d never really asked her for anything before, not like this. And now here you were, holding your breath over three blinking dots.
E:
nah
you wouldn’t be able to handle me yet
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
you:
oh
really
doubt that
E:
don’t
trust me
not when i want you like this
you:
be serious
You shook your head a little, grinning quietly. Couldn’t handle her? Please.
You kept your phone in your hand, waiting for her to say something else. One more line. Something. But the screen stayed still, and after a while, nothing else came through.
You sighed and lay back against your pillow, eyes drifting to the ceiling. The room had gone quiet again, the kind of quiet where you could hear your own thoughts too clearly.
She really was impossible. And now you couldn’t stop thinking about her all over again.
You checked your phone again. Still no message from E. The screen stayed quiet and you felt like your nerves started crawling out of your skin again.
With a frustrated sigh, you exited the thread and opened your other messages.
A few dry group chats, a half-hearted “wyd” from someone you didn’t care about, and buried in between — Ellie.
You rolled your eyes as you reread your past conversations — God, she texts like a fucking customer service rep. So proper. So stiff. Like she’s allergic to being real. Such a nerd and a loser. Acting like she knows everything. Like she’s above the drama when she is the drama. All that brainpower and she still couldn’t even consider your ideas.
For a second, you typed something.
you:
aren’t you even gonna say sorry—
You stared at it. Then deleted the entire thing and tossed your phone onto your bed. You weren’t doing this. Not tonight.
You tried watching something. You tried opening TikTok. But nothing stuck. You kept checking your phone like maybe E would say something. Anything.
And at 12:07 AM, she finally did.
E:
can’t sleep
u up?
Your fingers didn’t hesitate.
you:
unfortunately
thanks for asking 2 hours late
E:
wow
okay
i deserved that
but i’m here now
so... miss me?
you:
maybe
still kinda annoyed though
E:
…at me?
You hesitated but smirked anyway.
you:
no
just the world
and my uterus
everything is annoying
okay but like
you wanna know something real?
E:
literally always
say it
ruin me
you:
i get…
really fucking needy
right before my period hits
There was a pause. Your legs shifted. You tried to play it off. But your skin was buzzing.
Your heart did that thing again.
That tight, fluttery, fuck-it kind of beat.
E:
how needy
You bit your lip.
you:
like
literally can’t focus
everything feels ten times worse
and better
and i just want someone to touch me
Three dots.
Then nothing.
Then three dots again.
E:
jesus
i’m losing my mind already
what do you want me to do about it
you:
idk
say dirty things
ruin my night
make me forget i hate everyone rn
E:
fuck
you know i’d do anything for you, right
literally anything
You grinned, flushed and smug all at once.
E:
just tell me what you need
please
say it
Your fingers hovered.
God.
You were still mad at Ellie.
Still confused. Still annoyed that she didn’t even try today.
But this?
This was all softness and heat. This was control. This was what you wanted.
Ellie made you furious. Maybe Ellie won't say sorry about it. Maybe she wouldn't even care.
But E did.
And that was enough for tonight.
E always knew how to fix it.
You stared at the screen a second longer, thumb hovering before you started typing again—slower this time, your breathing a little uneven.
you:
i don’t really know what i want
but thinking of you watching me rn
while i touch myself
makes me so wet
can u do that?
The dots showed up instantly.
E:
fuckfuckfuck
yes
please
i need to see you
right now
i’m losing it
You tried not to sigh as you stared at the two math test papers laid out in front of you. You failed them both.
The red ink looked brighter in the library light. One circled with a question mark beside your boxed final answer, maybe your teacher was genuinely concerned for your cognitive development.
Across from you, Ellie was typing in silence. Her brows furrowed slightly, screen glowing against her face.
You were back in the library again.
You didn’t even want to come today. Not after what you said. Not after what she didn’t say.
But Ms. Alvarez made it clear. You needed to reach at least Chapter 15 before the week ended. So here you were. Sitting across from her. Pretending it was just another day.
You hadn’t talked since last period. You just sat beside her in English, silently taking notes and never looked at her once.
Ellie didn’t say anything either.
But now, here, she glanced up at you — once, — then back at her laptop. Her eyes flicked again, more deliberate this time. She wanted to say something. Or maybe just nudge you into working again.
“What are you looking at?” she asked finally, nodding toward the papers in front of you.
You straightened. “Nothing,” you said, your voice low, trying not to sound mean.
She stared a beat longer, then returned to typing. “We need to finish Chapter 15 this week.”
“I know, okay?” you snapped, sharper than you meant.
Ellie leaned forward and — without warning — snatched the test papers from your side of the table.
You frowned. “What are you—?”
She raised her eyebrows as she scanned the scores, not saying anything.
You raised yours back, daring her to say something about it.
You snatched them back and shoved them into your bag without folding them. “I’m dumb at math, okay?” you muttered. “Don’t look so shocked.”
You huffed. “Not like it matters anyway. I’ll probably not go to college.”
You rolled your eyes and continued. “Maybe my mom’s gonna marry me off to some wealthy Christian man. We’ll live in a beige house and I’ll act like the perfect wife. But he’ll eventually cheat with his assistant because we don’t actually love each other. We’ll divorce, and I’ll be left with two bitch kids who hate me because I’m a shitty mom.”
You paused and glanced at her — realizing she’d been listening the whole time. “So yeah. It’s fine. I’ve accepted it.”
Ellie didn’t respond right away. She blinke at you, leaning back a little in her chair.
“…You do know not going to college doesn’t automatically land you in a beige house with a cheating husband, right?”
You gave her a look.
Ellie shrugged. “I’m just saying. You’d probably burn the house down before he even made it to the affair.”
You snorted under your breath, unwilling but amused.
She nudged her laptop slightly toward you, eyes flicking to the side. “Also it’s fine... to be dumb at math,” she said, almost like it was meant to be reassuring.
You turned to her fully now, one brow raised. “Are we now okay for you to say shit like that?”
Ellie just shrugged again. “I mean… you said it first.”
You blinked at her, deadpan. “Well, thanks for making me feel even dumber,” you said, voice flat with sarcasm.
You were glaring at her. Ellie rubbed the back of her neck, eyes darting to your bag, then back to you.
“I could… tutor you or something.”
You rolled your eyes, head tilting with offense. “If this is your way of saying sorry, sorry — but I won’t accept it.”
“My way of—?” Ellie blinked. “I’m not saying sorry.”
You turned toward her fully, frowning. “Why the hell not?”
She hesitated, jaw tightening. “Because I already—” She stopped herself, eyes flicking away like looking at you might give something away. “Because you also insulted me yesterday,” she added, sighing.
“Insulted?” you echoed. “It was true.”
Ellie’s mouth twitched — a flash of something angry in her eyes — before her face settled into something tighter. Irritated.
“Yeah? Well, you’re a bitch.”
You blinked at her, stunned into silence for half a second.
Before you could shoot something back, Ellie added dryly, “And at least I didn’t storm out yesterday because my most-wanted sex scene wasn’t included in our book. Are you that deprived, or just that dramatic?”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know I have a very active sex life, Ellie.”
She leaned back, lips curving — smug. “Yeah? Care to share then?”
Your mouth opened.
Your brain went blank for a beat too long — and unfortunately, in that beat, E came to your mind. The memory of last night flickered through you like heat lightning.
Your blush hit like a slap — sharp, hot, and way too obvious.
You tried to play it off, waving a hand. “No way. Sorry, Ellie, but I don’t want you to feel bad just because you don’t have any of that in your life.”
Ellie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with the same smirk on her lips. “You don’t know that.”
You frowned, raising your eyebrows after. “Okay then. When was the last time it happened?”
Ellie didn’t answer right away. She just stared at you for a moment — too long, almost — before her fingers returned to the keyboard, typing again. She shrugged, eyes fixed on the screen.
“Last night.”
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OMG ITS OUT!!! THANK GOD 🤩
heatwave pt 2 tonight 😼
(i hope)
Got a Lil Sugar: Chapter 3
Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader
Words: 2871
Synopsis: After almost a month online, someone finally makes you smile
Warnings: Financial distress, sex work, creeps on the internet, FLUFF
Week four of attempting to save your finances.
You’d thought, stupidly, that this would be empowering. That you’d feel beautiful. Wanted.
Instead, you just felt…Cheap.
Desperate.
Ashamed.
Even the conversations with the nice ones didn’t make you feel good.
You were on the verge of shutting the app down entirely, telling yourself this was a mistake, you’d figure out something else to make money.
You didn’t check your inbox for a day and a half after the live stream, following Mel’s advice to look after yourself first. The people would wait.
i love i’m so excited 🤭
Masterlist - Heatwave .ᐟ.ᐟ
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main series ➛
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
extra scenes ➛
coming soon!
outside the villa ➛
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polls ➛
[all of these polls are inactive unless specified, they are just kept here for organization]
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Heatwave pt 1 ⋆✴︎˚。⋆
ellabs x reader
pt 2 here | series masterlist
love island au
wc: 1k (sorry, short first chap)
summary: entering the villa as the first bombshell would be a challenge. what happens when two contestants make your heart race, and they feel the same about you?
warnings: adult content, swearing, kissing/making out, smut (eventually), fluff, angst, drama, reality tv situations, ellie is a loser but also knows she’s really hot, abby is shy but cocky, pls excuse my writing im rusty
Info - Heatwave ᝰ.ᐟ
a/n: this is just an info panel/page for my newest fic heatwave!
If anyone is unsure Love Island is— a reality dating show where contestants or ‘islanders’ enter a villa. The islanders compete on who can build the strongest relationship or connection. At the end the winner receives 100k. However, throughout the competition new people will be introduced [bombshells]. The island will always be full of drama & jealously. Mostly caused by periodic challenges, designed for those exact reasons. Lastly, the public gets to vote on who should stay or leave. Being without a couple leaves someone drastically vulnerable.
My love island au— in my au you are on a sapphic version. (so no men) The reader or you will enter the villa as a bombshell. Entering the villa you have your eyes set on Ellie & Abby, who are both already in couples. Other contestants will be various characters from tlou2, or just fun people I wanted to add as an easter egg!