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NEW STUFF, TRANQUILITY ellie williams x overstimulated!fem!reader, oneshot.
this one resonates so closely with me cause those last few weeks of school were so stressful and i could not take it man. sooo, hereâs this!! be kind or be quiet, hope you enjoy.
cw: overstimulated!reader x ellie williams. college!au. reader is feminine. no lowercase intended. hurt/comfort. i really dk anything else.
You were exhausted. In every way you could feel the word, you were. Since your class ended 3 hours ago you had been trying (and failing) to study for the final exam you had coming up in one of your classes.
But it seemed that everywhere you went, noise followed. You tried to study at your dorm but your dorm mate seemed to forget to tell you that she was having a group of friends over. Now youâre not the type to be bitchy about having people over, quite frankly you didnât care as long as none of your shit was bothered and/or broken.
Today was different though, everything had been going wrong from the start. You woke up late for your first class, for starters.
After that it was all downhill.
For some reason in your rush to get ready, your hair just would not act accordingly. No matter how much you brushed it, sprayed it or ran your fingers through it, it still looked as if you had just rolled out of bed and didnât spare it a second glance.
Then, as you were leaving the dorm you tripped over your shoelace, leaving some nasty carpet burn on the palms of your hands from trying to break your fall. You wanted to end the day right there. You wanted to turn around and go back into your dorm and lie down right then, but you didnât.
Once your class ended the plan was to go back to your dorm to study. But alas, roommate.. inviting friends over⊠yeah. It was too loud. Couldnât study there. Next you tried the spot your girlfriend, Ellie, had introduced you to. A tree in a clearing behind the art building, but boom. A rambunctious group of freshman had found it and were.. having fun there. Annoyingly enough.
Library was under construction so you couldnât go there. So here you are, in the small coffee shop near the edge of campus. At first glance this would be a perfect place to study, but your ears was picking up on everything. The annoying whir of the air conditioning, the smacking of the baristaâs gum, the way your hair felt on the back of your neck.
Everything was wrong. Today was wrong. A quick glance at the time tells you just what you want to know. Itâs a little after 5 meaning Ellie should be at her dorm now. Sheâll know what to do. Sheâll help you figure out why the fact that you can feel the seam of the socks rubbing against your pinky toe is bothering you so much, why the sound of people merely existing was bothering you so much.
Without thinking too much you shoved all of your study materials into your backpack and left.
ââââââ
By the time you got to Ellieâs dorm your eyes were burning with unshed tears and your hands were fiercely rubbing against your denim clad thighs as to ground yourself.
You knocked 3 times. When the door opened around 5 seconds later and your auburn-haired girl came into view it took everything in you to not immediately fall into her embrace.
âHey baby! I was literally just about to text you.â Her laugh falls flat once she notices your tense frame and the restlessness of your hands, which you were now shaking out at your sides.
âT-Today sucks.â You breathe out shakily, finally letting the tears brewing in your eyes carve their paths into your cheeks.
Youâd tried to push it down like usual. You attempted taking deep breaths and counting backwards from ten, but it was no use.
One tear turned into two and two turned into sobs that had the other people on her floor tempted to come out and see what was going on.
âI-I fell and I have carpet burn on- on my hands.â You flip your hands palm up to show Ellie as she tries her best to gently usher you into her dorm.
âAnd t-the barista wouldnât stop chewing her gum- smacking. She was smacking, and it was so loud Els. So loud and obnoxiousâ and I just wanted to study.â
Your hands clenched into fists as you recalled the events. All of the events from this week has sent your brain into overdrive. The end of the year is always a stressful time for you which more often than not, leads to breakdowns.
âOkay baby, I hear you. How about I help you study, hm?â
Ellieâs thumbs brushed your cheeks softly in a back and forth motion. With each pass of her fingers, Since the day you met her, sheâs been your anchor. Her serene energy is what you would say brought you to her.
To others she may be seen as talkative, fidgety, maybe even restless. But they didnât see your Ellie. They donât see how pretty she looks in the mornings when she opens her eyes. None of them will ever experience the comfort you feel when youâre resting in her arms.
Speaking of resting in her arms, you have no clue how you got there but your head laid on her tummy. Your head subtly rose and fell with each of her breaths.
Ellieâs fingers were tangled in your hair, fingernails gently scratching your scalp. The quiet whir of the fan was nothing like the AC unit at the coffee shop. In factâ everything about her place was different. For the first time all day, you felt at peace.
âYou wanna talk babe? That was some serious overstimulation.â
A breathy giggle escaped your lips as you wrap your arms around her torso. âI dunno, my day just- started badly. Nothing was going the way it was supposed to.â
âMmm. I get it, you okay now?â Ellieâs pointer finger found your chin, bringing your eyes to her own.
âYeah, mâokay. You make everything better, Els.â A wide grin spread across your face when she blushed red. âOh and before I forget, some freshman found our spot behind the art building.â
this one resonates so closely with me cause those last few weeks of school were so stressful and i could not take it man. sooo, hereâs this!! be kind or be quiet, hope you enjoy.
cw: overstimulated!reader x ellie williams. college!au. reader is feminine. no lowercase intended. hurt/comfort. i really dk anything else.
You were exhausted. In every way you could feel the word, you were. Since your class ended 3 hours ago you had been trying (and failing) to study for the final exam you had coming up in one of your classes.
But it seemed that everywhere you went, noise followed. You tried to study at your dorm but your dorm mate seemed to forget to tell you that she was having a group of friends over. Now youâre not the type to be bitchy about having people over, quite frankly you didnât care as long as none of your shit was bothered and/or broken.
Today was different though, everything had been going wrong from the start. You woke up late for your first class, for starters.
After that it was all downhill.
For some reason in your rush to get ready, your hair just would not act accordingly. No matter how much you brushed it, sprayed it or ran your fingers through it, it still looked as if you had just rolled out of bed and didnât spare it a second glance.
Then, as you were leaving the dorm you tripped over your shoelace, leaving some nasty carpet burn on the palms of your hands from trying to break your fall. You wanted to end the day right there. You wanted to turn around and go back into your dorm and lie down right then, but you didnât.
Once your class ended the plan was to go back to your dorm to study. But alas, roommate.. inviting friends over⊠yeah. It was too loud. Couldnât study there. Next you tried the spot your girlfriend, Ellie, had introduced you to. A tree in a clearing behind the art building, but boom. A rambunctious group of freshman had found it and were.. having fun there. Annoyingly enough.
Library was under construction so you couldnât go there. So here you are, in the small coffee shop near the edge of campus. At first glance this would be a perfect place to study, but your ears was picking up on everything. The annoying whir of the air conditioning, the smacking of the baristaâs gum, the way your hair felt on the back of your neck.
Everything was wrong. Today was wrong. A quick glance at the time tells you just what you want to know. Itâs a little after 5 meaning Ellie should be at her dorm now. Sheâll know what to do. Sheâll help you figure out why the fact that you can feel the seam of the socks rubbing against your pinky toe is bothering you so much, why the sound of people merely existing was bothering you so much.
Without thinking too much you shoved all of your study materials into your backpack and left.
ââââââ
By the time you got to Ellieâs dorm your eyes were burning with unshed tears and your hands were fiercely rubbing against your denim clad thighs as to ground yourself.
You knocked 3 times. When the door opened around 5 seconds later and your auburn-haired girl came into view it took everything in you to not immediately fall into her embrace.
âHey baby! I was literally just about to text you.â Her laugh falls flat once she notices your tense frame and the restlessness of your hands, which you were now shaking out at your sides.
âT-Today sucks.â You breathe out shakily, finally letting the tears brewing in your eyes carve their paths into your cheeks.
Youâd tried to push it down like usual. You attempted taking deep breaths and counting backwards from ten, but it was no use.
One tear turned into two and two turned into sobs that had the other people on her floor tempted to come out and see what was going on.
âI-I fell and I have carpet burn on- on my hands.â You flip your hands palm up to show Ellie as she tries her best to gently usher you into her dorm.
âAnd t-the barista wouldnât stop chewing her gum- smacking. She was smacking, and it was so loud Els. So loud and obnoxiousâ and I just wanted to study.â
Your hands clenched into fists as you recalled the events. All of the events from this week has sent your brain into overdrive. The end of the year is always a stressful time for you which more often than not, leads to breakdowns.
âOkay baby, I hear you. How about I help you study, hm?â
Ellieâs thumbs brushed your cheeks softly in a back and forth motion. With each pass of her fingers, Since the day you met her, sheâs been your anchor. Her serene energy is what you would say brought you to her.
To others she may be seen as talkative, fidgety, maybe even restless. But they didnât see your Ellie. They donât see how pretty she looks in the mornings when she opens her eyes. None of them will ever experience the comfort you feel when youâre resting in her arms.
Speaking of resting in her arms, you have no clue how you got there but your head laid on her tummy. Your head subtly rose and fell with each of her breaths.
Ellieâs fingers were tangled in your hair, fingernails gently scratching your scalp. The quiet whir of the fan was nothing like the AC unit at the coffee shop. In factâ everything about her place was different. For the first time all day, you felt at peace.
âYou wanna talk babe? That was some serious overstimulation.â
A breathy giggle escaped your lips as you wrap your arms around her torso. âI dunno, my day just- started badly. Nothing was going the way it was supposed to.â
âMmm. I get it, you okay now?â Ellieâs pointer finger found your chin, bringing your eyes to her own.
âYeah, mâokay. You make everything better, Els.â A wide grin spread across your face when she blushed red. âOh and before I forget, some freshmen found our spot behind the art building.â
