summary · you and ellie are just friends. you're just friends when she always insists on spoiling you, driving you home so you don't have to do it yourself, you're just friends when you cuddle together for hours every day, and you're definitely just friends when her cock is plowing into you.
watch out · fem!reader, bsf!ellie, lemon, no ai used, nsfw, strap-on usage (reader receiving), not related to bella ramsey or the live action version of ellie williams, all characters are eighteen year old high school seniors and not "aged up," work of fiction
"you want me to drop you off at your house or at mine?" ellie asked, hazel eyes flicking to yours then back to the road as she pulled out of her parking spot.
"mmm..." you thought for a second, "yours."
she smirked.
"knew it."
"you always have to make it a thing," you giggled, leaning your head against the window. she didn't reply, opting to shake her head and start driving.
the ride to her house was quiet except for the hum of her truck, and whatever was on the radio, the music loud enough to hear but too low for you to make out any words. it was nice out that day too, so every now and then a bird would chirp or squirrel would chip or dog would bark.
the scent of ellie, cologne, cigarette smoke, and something fresh smelling, almost lulled you to sleep until the car ceased to a halt, the large two-story joel'd bought years ago standing tall in front of you.
you sat up and started rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. ellie readjusted her mirror, checked her hair in it, then shoved her phone in her pocket.
"we're here." she mumbled, climbing out of the truck. she walked around it, and then she opened your door for you.
you smiled.
"wow ellie, what a gentleman."
"and they say's chivalry's dead," she laughed with a wink.
you rolled your eyes and groaned out an exasperated "oh my god," but followed her up the driveway anyway. she fisted her pockets for the key for a moment before shoving it in the lock, turning it, and walking in. she wasted no time kicking her shoes off by the door in the exact same place she'd been leaving them for ten years, yelled "I'm home dad," and started stepping up the stairs.
you took your shoes off too, politely found joel and said hello, then followed suit until you reached her room, plopping down on the bed like it was yours.
"so," you said, looking up at the ceiling.
"so," ellie echoed, putting her jacket away then settling down next to you.
the bed dipped for a second, and then the spot next to you became warm with her body heat. the sunlight was just barely cutting through her blinds, falling in little lines across your eyes and her neck.
"what's the plan? what're we gonna do today, I mean." you finished.
"well... what do you want to do?"
"I'm asking you because I don't know, idiot," you rolled your eyes and sat up a bit, propping your head on your hand.
she sighed. she was doing that thing again, you noticed. that thing being when you could visibly see the gears turning in her head and she was about to say something neither of you would expect. then, as promised: "have you ever thought about kissing?"
... what?
your eyebrows raised.
she looked up at you.
your lips parted slightly in shock.
"god," she chuckled, "you're so easy to mess with."
"you can't just say things like that." you swatted her on the arm, interrupting her laughing and earning an offended "ow!"
"why not?" she asked. "I mean, it's not like we like each other so I don't see what the problem is. plus, you wanna be ready for the spring formal, yeah? can't have you out there slobbering over some poor guy," she exhaled a breath that sounded something like a laugh.
you replayed the words in your head.
it's not like we like each other.
"so you," she nodded, "want to give me, like," she blinked, "kissing lessons," she let out an "uh huh," "so that I don't mess up at the 'spring formal?'" you repeated to make sure you'd heard her right.
"yeah."
"oh."
you thought it over in your head as she kept staring at the ceiling, looking completely indifferent while you internally panicked.
you exhaled. "I, I guess we can do that," you said softly.
"great." she sat up too, then.
you raised an eyebrow.
"not like that," she snorted.
she got up, locked the door, and then got back on the bed, hovering atop you. her hands were on either side of you, and her dark, hazel eyes were peering into yours curiously.
"is this okay?" she asked softly.
"... yeah," you exhaled, "yeah, it's okay."
"okay. so first, you're gonna wanna start closing your eyes in like, I guess anticipation of the kiss," she chuckled, "sorry, it's weird to explain."
you obeyed.
"next, you just... kiss. with your mouths closed at first, of course," she started leaning in.
"wait," you said and snapped your eyes open.
she stopped a few inches away from your lips. she waited expectantly, and despite the fact that usually you would've felt bad, usually you would've felt like you were inconveniencing someone if it was anybody else, ellie had that look in her eye that seemed to say that everything was okay.
"sorry, nevermind. I'm just... nervous," you gave an apologetic smile.
"it's okay," she reassured you.
"now, close your eyes again."
so you did.
after a few seconds, the soft, plush material of her lips met yours just for a few moments before she pulled away.
oh.
that was nice, you thought after you opened your eyes.
it wasn't that you'd never kissed anybody before, everyone knew you'd kissed plenty of people—albeit with little technique, but that problem was solving itself at the moment—and were more than popular in the romance department, but something about it being ellie felt... different. something about it being a girl. what was so different?
"how was it?" she asked, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could dwell on it.
"good, yeah. good. what now?"
"now, you don't only have to kiss on the lips." she leaned down and pressed her mouth to your neck. your breath hitched at the contrast between her warmth and the coldness of your skin, then eased into it.
"you could kiss here," a peck to your collarbone, "... here," a kiss to the underside of your jaw, "even here," her lips met the spot just under one of your ears.
"ellie," you said shakily.
"and sometimes, you don't just have to kiss," she suckled the skin near your carotid, earning a soft exhale from you. she was definitely gonna leave a mark, but right then it felt too good for you to really care.
"you can do this, too," her hand slipped under your shirt, not wandering up far and just resting on your stomach while she continued her assault on your neck.
"ellie," you repeated again, firmer now.
"yes?"
fuck. what you were thinking?
"I want you."
and then there was no turning back. after a flurry of more kisses, more hickeys, and discarded clothes, you both ended up completely naked with her on top of you kneading your breasts.
"can you touch me?" you asked, hips bucking up a little in desperation.
"I am touching you." she smirked.
"no," you whined, "really touch me."
instead of doing what you asked, she of course got completely off of you, walking over to her closet and opening it.
"w—come back. I need you," you pleaded.
"hold on, I'm coming baby, I just," she cursed a bit as she reached for a box, "gotta get somethin'."
eventually she pulled down a black case with locks, undoing the latches on it until a thick, lengthy dildo the color of her skin with a harness revealed itself when the box popped open.
"is that...?" you trailed off, suddenly nervous again.
"aw," she laughed at the fear on your face. "you're so cute. don't worry, it's not gonna hurt I'll be gentle."
before you could really protest, she was back on top of you with it between her legs, rubbing the head against your clit. all previous complaints and inhibitions you had were thrown out the window as soon as it met your skin, your hands flying out to reach ellie's shoulders as you tried to deal with the pleasure.
"see baby?" she cooed. "feels good already."
after getting you nice and wet, even though you'd already been soaking, she started prodding at you until she pushed in inch by inch, reaching the hilt in a few minutes.
"ellie, 's too much," you whined at the length of her.
"it's okay baby, it's okay. 'm not gonna move yet," she cooed, reaching down to kiss your neck and groaning into your skin when the motion moved the strap a little.
after you'd adjusted just enough for her length to be tolerable, you let out a soft "you can move now."
and so she did. slowly at first.
she had really been trying to keep control of herself, but between the way your tits were jiggling, the way your face looked so soft and vulnerable, the way your pussy kept gripping her—"fuck, I can't take it anymore baby," she groaned before speeding up.
before you could form a proper response she was plowing into you, silicone balls making harsh plaps every time they met the flesh of your ass.
"el—lie!" you mewled. you gripped the sheets, her back, her hair, anything to try and find some resolve from the pleasure frying your circuits, not that you disliked it. it wss just so much, and god, you'd liked to pretend it wasn't true before, but ellie was so hot.
"I know I know, I'm so fucking selfish baby, ah, I'm sorry, I need you," she got out between gruffs and rough moans, brows furrowed and eyes rolling back every now and then when the base of the strap hit her clit just right.
you got louder and louder until eventually ellie had to cover your mouth with one hand, the other dancing across your skin until it met your clit.
"feels good?" she asked, talking more to herself than you as she rubbed your bundle of nerves.
you were completely out of it now. your face was a mess, you couldn't form any coherent words except "ellie" and "please," and your lips were gripping her cock so hard sometimes she could swear she actually felt the tightness herself.
she wrapped her arms around your upper body, using her hips to drive into you then pull out and then force herself right back into you again.
your pussy fit her cock like a glove by now. it was just tight enough for everything to feel so, so good for the both of you, but just wet enough for her cock to not have too much trouble sliding out.
"come on baby, please, please cum on my cock, yeah? need to feel it, need t'feel you cum on it," you managed to make out amongst ellie's incoherent, delirious ramblings.
"ellie, ellie, I'm—!"
and then you were creaming all over her fat dick, milky white fluid leaking all over it and spilling onto her thighs and the sheets.
"fuckkk baby," she groaned then finished, still bucking up into you, drawing little high pitched "ah, ah, ah"s from your throat.
eventually she finally exhausted herself, collapsing on top of you with one last groan.
".... so... think you're ready for the spring formal?"
Hello there. I'm Ellie. The real question, who are YOU?
[narrated by ellie] You sound shy. Like you're embarrassed to be a good girl who abids the rules. And you murmur your first word to me.
"Hello. Are you a worker here?"
"Guilty." Ellie grins.
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[narrated by ellie] You smiled, giggled at my jokes. Told me your name, and even asked for mine first..
Y/n L/n. It definitely rolls off my tongue smoothly. Could probably moan it nicely too.
You my darling, shared every little moment on social media. Every account on public view. Good girl from a small town, enjoys books. Occasionally writes when life gets too numb. You wanted to be seen, heard, and known.
The next thing our little buddy, the internet, revealed to me was your address.
Cute, comfy, small apartment. Plants everywhere. Fuck that, a gajillion plants. Eco-friendly was written all over your home. You seem to care about the little things, far more than most people.
Our day starts during the sun rising. You make your morning coffee everyday, two scoops of sugar with toast in hand. You walk into the world, offering smiles and vibrant energy to your nosy neighbors, constantly getting on your ass for classical music ruckus.
By 10AM, you're on campus.
You're predicable.
Not in a bad way. Or boring. It's pretty cute, actually.
Every Tuesday and Friday, you stop by the same bakery before class. Same order. Same window-side seat. Same writing journal pulled from your bag.
You're one heck of a person though, Y/n.
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[narrated by ellie] I don't mean to judge. I mean, I have no place to. But doll, you fall for the wrong women. I mean, c'mon? A stuck up butch who can't even do the wonders of making you cum properly?
Why do you continue sleeping with her?
It has to be height. Girls love someone who can tower over them in bed, huh?
Sorry, babe but I'm only a whopping 5'5.
But I could make you orgasm faster than she could ever. That's definitely no problem.
This is exactly why I do my research. These are bad women. You let them in, you let them hurt you. You cherish the small moments where they praise your entire being, but can't seem to acknowledge the times where you know this isn't what you deserve.
My beautiful girl. I'll show you what it feels like to be truly pleasured in every way.
If I was that lucky fuckin' butch right now, i'd eat your pretty pussy, with a finger inside twirling inside of you with no complaints.
Fuck, She can't even do shit to help you get off! It's eating me up alive knowing I can't assist you.
In the meantime, i'll practice on the slutty neighbor next door. She clearly is deprived of sexual attention. Knocks at my door frequently with the tiniest skirts i've ever seen!
But don't be jealous, doll. I'm just figuring out the million of ways I can please you. You see, I'm not the most experienced, but I need to be perfect for you.
Do you like sex toys? Or do you prefer the good ol' traditional sex? Whatever, I'll research on both. There's not a line in the world that I wouldn't cross for you, Y/n.
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ RUGBY PLAYER!VI X COACH'S DAUGHTER HEADCANONS + SNIPPETS ── .✦ COLLEGE SETTING // many students return home or go to their dorms after classes end, but not you. you're the coach's daughter, and that means having to wait for his practices to be over to finally get home and rest your feet. it's not so bad, honestly, not when you get to see and hear sweaty women crash against each other and fight for a win. your favorite isn't just a player on the field, though, and your father's made it pretty crystal clear not to so much as breathe in vi's direction.
but who's to say he has to know?
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; headcanons + snippets, college / modern setting, forbidden relationships, fingering, locker room sex, teasing, sexting, oral sex (r!receiving), player!vi, tribbing, breast/nipple play
⌗ list ; @pathosprit , @scardreams, @catsarebetterthanhumansworld
rugby player!vi who your father explicitly tells to stay away from you. he might not go to the parties the students attend, but he’s no idiot, and he’s had the unfortunate luck to stumble into the locker rooms to lock the place up and find vi with her hand up a cheerleader’s skirt. she’s a player in and out of the field, and everybody knows it.
rugby player!vi who totally ignores what her coach says. she listens to him regarding moves and plays, not her love life. she finds you cute— always seated at the bleachers, reading and finishing your little notes. when she catches you looking, she likes to make a show of wiping the sweat off her forehead with her jersey to expose those ridiculous abs of hers.
“you know,” vi drawls as she leans her side against the fence. she’s drenched in sweat, but cares not for wiping it off her face. “you’re the first who’s stayed and watched me for five consecutive days. i think you’ve got a crush on me.”
“keep dreaming, vi,” you scoff, pointing a thumb your father’s way. “i’ve got no choice but to be here, and you’ll be benched if you keep talking to me.”
“worth the shot,” she shrugs. vi reaches over, snatching your pen and notebook to scribble down on it. her handwriting’s surprisingly neat once she hands it back, but there’s nothing but a series of numbers and a little heart. “text me, yeah? don’t wanna risk my neck every time i talk to you in public.”
such cockiness. yet, you save her number into your contacts.
rugby player!vi whom you later do send a message to. an innocent, little ‘hey’. she doesn’t ask who it is— vi just knows. the conversation starts off innocent enough… up until vi suggests playing a game of truth or dare. you’d think truth would save you from any embarrassing dares, but her questions are far, far from innocent.
‘what do you think about when you touch yourself?’
‘weirdest kinks?’
‘lets voicecall sometime ;)’
honestly, it makes you curious just what makes her so full of herself. you’ve heard about her around campus, of course, but is she really as good as the other girls say?
you try to get vi back by daring her to snap a pic of herself. you expect a mirror pic. maybe one with her arms flexed and biceps bulging. you don’t expect a selfie from the neck down, hand and forearm doing a shit job at covering her pierced nips.
rugby player!vi who eventually takes you on a date. a real one. she isn’t able to pick you up at your house, of course, but hey— she takes you out to see a horror movie, then drags you both to a fancy enough diner that doesn’t just serve greasy shit. she pays for everything, though still teases her way into getting a kiss by the end of it.
“enjoyed yourself?” vi asks, leaning the driver’s seat back. she doesn’t pat her thighs, but she does make a show of spreading her legs to make room for you.
you’d be angry at her if you didn’t know what you were getting into. but you do. if you weren’t interested at all, then you wouldn’t have even saved her number, and you certainly wouldn’t have reacted with a heart emoji to her titty pic.
“movie was shit,” you shrug, kicking your shoes off to comfortably crawl over the armrest and settle yourself on vi’s lap. she grunts with a grin, splaying her palms over your hips. “dinner was good enough. a shame you didn’t let me get dessert.”
“didn’t i?” vi pouts, head tilting. “you’re sitting right on it.”
she’s so, so corny— you’d puke if she didn’t have the looks to make up for it. but vi does, and the way her mouth works over yours once you two kiss is clearly good for more than just cheesy flirting. but unlike every story you’ve heard about going out on a date with vi, you don’t fuck. her hand hadn’t even made it under your shirt, even.
rugby player!vi who begins inviting you to the parties she hosts. they’re not messy, but they are huge. vi, however, keeps you tucked to her side all the time. many tease her about how her head’s not between a girl’s legs halfway into the evening, but she ignores them. she doesn’t get drunk, but she does get tipsy.
she’s got you backed up against the wall in some hallway. her hair tickles your chin as she peppers kisses over your throat, hands squeezing down your sides.
“vi!” a yelp of her name escapes you when she squeezes your backside, and you smack her arm with a laugh.
“what?” you can feel the grin on her lips as she hums against your neck, and she works her way back up to your face with more kisses. “you look pretty tonight, sweetheart.”
“that’s what you tell every girl.”
“no, i don’t.”
rugby player!vi whom you begin to date in secret. the campus knows, of course. but your father doesn’t. he doesn’t find it weird how you’re suddenly there for every game. vi has to fight back from trotting where you’re at on the bleachers after she wins every game, but you two end up celebrating in secret later on.
rugby player!vi who fucks you in the locker rooms. after everyone leaves, she drags you inside and presses you up against the wall. she’s sweaty— the jersey you take off lands with a wet splat on the concrete floor. she does the same for your sweater and bra, and after her own sports bra follows, your breasts press together as she brings you two into a kiss.
“fuck, baby,” vi groans as she shoves a hand down your jeans after unbuttoning them, cupping your mound to palm your sex over the thin, damp fabric. “you this wet over watching me play? scream at the other players?”
“uh-huh…”
of course you are. watching her crash against other players with grunts, seeing every flex of her thighs as she rolled in the grass… there’s nothing more attractive than seeing her in that state. when she loses, she needs release. thankfully for you, her team’s lost tonight’s match.
your hands settle on vi’s shoulders with a whine as she slides a finger into your dripping cunt, and she swallows the sound by slotting her lips against yours. she works you open with her fingers— so very loose from how easily you relax under her minisitrations that every pump of her digits is audible in the room. you work your jeans down eventually for more comfort, and vi takes the opportunity to remove her hand and carry you to one of the benches. the wood creaks under your combined weights as she sets you down on your back.
vi doesn’t speak much when she’s frustrated. you know that much now.
as soon as her hands are on your hips and her face between your legs, her tongue flattens over your slit she’s exposed with her fingers. your head thumps back against the bench, and your fingers tangle in her hair to keep her face flush against your sex. vi has no complaints about that— she fucks you with her tongue for a while before sealing her mouth over your neglected and puffy clit instead. she sucks, keeping your hips pinned to keep you from writhing as much as possible as she knocks an orgasm from your body.
rugby player!vi who sneaks into your bedroom through your window like some romcom movie. you try not to laugh as she damn near slips while climbing the wall, but she eventually does manage to slip inside. she’s, unfortunately, not very silent about it, but your father down the hall is quite the heavy sleeper. that’s not to say you two could make a sound…
vi’s on top of you, bare from the neck down. one of her breasts is cupped by your hands, and every time you tease a nipple with a flick or pinch, she jerks forward and bites her tongue.
you’re not doing any better. one of your legs is laid flat on the bed, though the other is kept raised in the air in an angle to allow vi’s body to fit between them— and more importantly, for her to fight just the right angle. a mutual groan is shared between you both once your clits press against each other. vi drops her head as she begins to roll her hips slightly, never too aggressively as to not miss the mark each time.
“quiet, sweetheart,” she hushes you, though makes it harder to follow the order when she drops one of her hands to pinch one of your nipples between her thumb and index finger. curse her and those long arms and thick hands. “don’t want your daddy to hear, do ya?”
. is this considered psycho analyzing?? Yes it is (psycho analyzing myself atp)
. vi who has an iron grip
. she deadass has a mean ass handshake (one time she met one of vander's friends, she shook his hand and he was legit confuzled "very strong grip you have there" while side eyeing vander
. she would adore ethel cain (i adore ethel cain & she's literally me so....)
. she has the most random gym playlist fucking ever, it would have metal music while also having ethel cain AND weird cringe ass phonk music
. she has used superglue for her arm wraps... yes this was deeply regretted later
. she's science smart & good at math but she fucking hates math
. her favorite flowers are lilies and daffodils
. i absolutely think she has more piercings than her nose & 2 helixes (she has an eyebrow piercing, 1st lobe on both ears, tongue piercing and snake bites) (i love you 2xko vi)
. she's also a silver girl idgaf & wears multiple rings but they aren't chunky so they don't annoy her
. chronic mint gum chewer (goes through like almost 8 pieces a day)
. hates loud sounds & music unless she's the one playing the loud ass music
. favourite time is christmas cause of family but it's actually halloween
. insane staring problem, she will look through your soul (if she likes you it gets worse)
. she's also double jointed and has broken multiple fingers on multiple occasions doing the dumbest shit you can imagine
. she wakes up at 3am and makes garlic bread aka her favorite snack ever. (this happens like 4 times a week btw)
. her insane ass pain tolerance is actually something she created by enduring way too much shit it wasn't something she had naturally
. has insane period cramps that actually immobilize her
. hates being hot in any way she will literally kill everyone so she sleeps in a cold ass room every night
. she's also a blanket hogger & wears socks to bed
. she sometimes journals actually, she loves writing and getting her thoughts out somewhere
. has accidentaly set her hair on fire once
. can devour a big dark chocolate bar (she LOVES dark chocolate)
. one time jinx\pow suggested that everyone gather around and make bracelets together and vi ended up with the most bracelets cause everyone made her one (they adore their big sis guys omg)
. she definitely cried when that happened
. she wears a different bracelet every day of the week now
ellie having beef with your stuffed animal ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
300ish words of pure tomfoolery, slight suggestive content, ellie having a rivalry with a literal inanimate object.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie didn't start out having beef with your childhood stuffed animal, bunny—she was actually excited to finally meet all the little stuffies on your bed that she normally saw through her phone screen in the flesh!! bunny was just off.
݁݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who always makes a point to give bunny a dirty look when she comes into your room, no matter what. you snapped at her to stop it once and she got so upset and red in the face that you had to cuddle and kiss her for almost 10 minutes just to get her to act normal again.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who, whenever you two go out, always tries to replace bunny, always holding up random stuffed animals and saying,
“hey, isn't this so much cuter than whatsherface?”
“i'm not entertaining this.”
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who doesn't care about flipping bunny over when you two fuck, she wants her to see, to prove that she's “winning”. winning what? she never explains.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who beats up all your stuffed animals when she's slightly annoyed at you, but definitely punches bunny a little harder.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie swears bunny is trying to turn you against her, and insists on falling asleep on facetime so she can make sure she's not getting slandered by her when the two of you are alone.
“hey els...you know this isn't toy story, right? bunny can't talk...”
“yeah, likely fucking story, that's what she wants you to think.”
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who you caught in the far corner of your twin bed, one day, whispering threats akin to those of john wick to your beat up childhood stuffie.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie who actually looked petrified when you mentioned passing down bunny to your future child, and started muttering frantically under her breath about “losing to a ‘20 year old teething toy’”, and how her whole family would eventually be poisoned against her.
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ jealous!ellie despite it all, gets all sappy when she sees how you act with bunny. her hardened expression towards the stuffed rabbit and her matted fuzzy ears soften when she watches you cuddle and rock her like a baby. she plays into your jokes about being bunny's mom, and even sends you cute edits about it.
first post kinda nervy...be nice i haven't posted my work online in three years :3
sypnosis; when your classmates violet lanes and ellie williams first layed their eyes on you, they knew you'd be trouble. but with a delicate and oblivious girl like you, they'd have to take their time.
disclaimer; first multiple chapter series, i'm so excited!!
𝓹𝓸𝓿: you gave that astrophysics student a chance...
a/n : ☆ so I have been seeing those 'pov: you gave that IT student a chance’ and I was just inspired !! anyway, hope y'all liked it ! xx
p.s got the idea for the nsfw headcanons in church. also pls tell me you guys got the Collide reference 😭 i miss Collide sm :c.
c: astrophstudent!ellie x literaturestudent!reader , headcanons , short n' sweet (is 2,5k short??) , fluff , sfw & nsfw under the cut ;). mdni !!
astrophstudent!ellie whose brilliant idea of a hangout when you first met her is to conduct a sky survey on the rooftop of the physics department at 9pm in the evening. It was a last minute idea, she had homework and she wanted to impress you. In the end, you didn't find any new stars, but she made you giggle anyway.
astrophstudent!ellie who was astonished when you showed her around your room, finding nothing but books and books.
“Woah, you sure this is your room and not a library?”
You giggled, “Yes, I'm sure.”
astrophstudent!ellie who has more space paraphernalia than clothes. Her outfits mostly consist of hoodies or shirts—preferably a graphic tee—her pair of battered converse and her favorite ankle pants. The outfit is always put together with her messy half up and tangled earphones she never bothered to untangle.
astrophstudent!ellie who is persistent, she always manages to find you during vacant time. It wasn't hard to find you, most of the time she just really bumps into you whenever she's at the campus library.
Your noise cancelling earphones does its job great, but it's the pat on your shoulders that makes you look up from the book you were reading.
“Hey,” Ellie greets, an earphone on her ear, and two cups of coffee in her hand.
“Hey,” you smiled at her. “This is the third time you bumped into me this week.”
Ellie scratches the nape of her neck, “Yeah, coincidentally.”
You roll your eyes gently, “Please, Ellie.” you pulled out a chair next to you”Take a seat.”
She sits and gives you the other cup of coffee, “Here.” You examined the cup, “What's this?”
“It's coffee.”
“I know what it is,” you say, opening the cup and sniffing the liquid. “I'm just wondering why it is my favourite flavor.”
Ellie feigned surprise. “Huh, really?” she's trying really hard to hide her smirk, eventually she fails.
“Really.”
She shrugs, “Well then uh-, where's my thank you?”
You squinted at her, before saying thank you, fluttering your lashes at her. Watching her face blush is the most adorable thing you've seen
astrophstudent!ellie who's the smartest person you know and is also a stoner. You were shocked when you saw her with a joint at a random frat’s party. She hands it to you as she says,
“Astrophysics is not just space and stuff you know, there's always hard stuff, with stress.”
You just accepted it, taking a drag before saying,
“I don't care, I'm stressed too, and that's just with words, stories and stuff.”
“Hm, yeah,” she nods in agreement “how'd you get into literature?” she asks.
“I'm not good at math.” you reply.
“Oh.”
astrophstudent!ellie who asks for your help for writing her papers.
You two are sitting in a cold, quiet library. Your eyebrows are knitted together whilst skimming on Ellie's paper assignment, “Here,” you say, pointing at a word on the thin paper, “replace ‘big’ with another word.”
“Why? The number is big.” she counters.
“I know, but you’ve used the word for like 5 times already.”
“Fine. Got any big words for me?” she asks, clicking her pen standing by
“Yes, actually. Seeing that number, you could use the word Brobdingnagian-”
Ellie frowns visibly, “What? is Brobding- whatever the hell is that, even a word?”
“Yes, but I was just kidding. Just put down ‘enormous’.”
astrophstudent!ellie who randomly shows up in your dorm one random week with the most random lark.
There was a rap on your door one afternoon, you were done with your classes for the day and you were hoping for a quick nap when the sound came.
Right in the hallway of Wisteria Halls stood Ellie, with a backpack and a tote bag on her shoulders with a telescope lens peeking out.
“Hey, Ellie.” you greeted “what are you doing here?”
“Hi.” she breathes out “Sorry for showing up unannounced.” she pants, holding the frame of your door for balance, “I need you to do me a favour.”
You eyed her up and down, “Are you okay? Do you wanna come in-?” you stuttered “No- sorry, please come in.”
You let her get settled on the bed as you bring her a bottle of water, waiting for her to calm down and hopefully say the favor that made her run from the physics building to your residence.
“California?!” you said in a high tone you didn’t intended, Ellie practically flinched when she heard the name come out of your mouth. “I’m sorry. California?” you repeated.
Ellie crushed the bottle in her hand as she groaned, “I know, I’m sorry. I wouldn't even come to you if it wasn’t really this important. But it is- and I don’t have a car, I don’t know how to-” she rambled.
You sat down with her to calm her, “Hey, it’s” you tightly shut your eyes “fine. I- I’ll drive you.” you say as you get up, putting on your shoes and grabbing your coat.
Ellie looks up at you, “Really?’
“Yes.” you say, too quickly. “Ugh- we’re not even dating yet and you’ve somehow managed to drag me with you on an impromptu roadtrip.”
Ellie’s ear perked up on the word ‘dated’. She gets up from your bed, throws the bottle on the trash cans and leaned into the wall next to the mirror, where you hurriedly fixed your makeup. She laughs as she smirks lightly “So, I have a chance?”
You just rolled your eyes in response. “Come on,” you tossed your keys at her, “You're driving.”
astrophstudent!ellie who eventually caved in and asked you on a proper date. She appeared beside you on a bench in campus one day, a cup of your favourite coffee in her hand with the word ‘truce?’ spelled out. You took it with a smile, frowning at the word “Truce? We are not even fighting?”
“Yeah, but I sensed you were pretty upset about the other day. Y’know the whole driving me to California thing.”
“Oh.” you say “I’m not upset about that. Pissed off maybe because you bombed my planned nap.”
Ellie sighs “Yeah, well, sorry.” she apologizes, only looking and fidgeting with the cup on her palm.
You sipped on your coffee, and nearly choked when she finally asked, “Would you like to go out with me?”
You stopped, wiping your mouth with the sleeves of your shirt, smiling “What?”
Ellie turns to you as she asks one more time “Would you like to go out with me? I promise, this time no more sky surveys or helping me write my paper, and most importantly, no more spontaneous road trips to California.” she breathes out, like she’s been holding her breath for a long time, itching to ask that question to you.
You inched closer to her, taking the cup with her hand and putting it close to your lips, you could smell her espresso through the hole, “Yeah. I think I would like that.”
Finally, she lets out a sigh of relief, “Oh, okay, uhm. Thanks.”
“Aaand,” you added, “I think I would actually prefer sky surveys over coffee dates.”
astrophstudent!ellie who forgot to tell you something…like her last name.
It was one of those weeks where you're both busy, and don't have enough time for romantic dinners. So you both proposed a rather vague routine, and that is to have those “romantic dinners” in your respective dorms. You had the first dinner in your dorm, where you watched a movie on a random VHS tape you found in your garage and it was honestly hilarious. So now it was Ellie's turn to host.
You've actually never been to the Ride Hall, or where her room is located. On the way there, she tells you the time when she practically begged the coordinators to put her in this hall, she explains that Sally Ride was her favourite astronaut—or in her words Sally fuckin' Ride.
So you were surprised and was astonished when you saw it for the first time.
Ellie opens the door, “Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Woah.” is the only word that comes out of your mouth. Her room is not that messy, but it does have an intellectual nature to it. As there are telescope lenses, and telescopes on her window. Various astrophysics books, a laptop and her computer.
You scowled, “You have a balcony? Dude, what.” you say as you step outside, taking in the fresh night breeze.
“Yeah, this course has its perks.” She smirks “Huh, it's a very clear night tonight.” she mumbled.
“What's that?” you asked, turning while you asked as you didn't hear her sentence clearly. You find her perched on a stool, looking over her telescope. You stared at her, she looked hot, the way her fingers turn on the, and how she maneuvers the telescope to find a better angle.
“You’re staring.” She murmurs, her eyes never leaving the eyepiece.
“What? No I am not.” you say, feeling the warmth on your cheeks as the blood rushed.
“C’mere, take a look at this.” she responds, ushering you to be on the same height as her, you slid next to her as she made space for you to look inside the telescope, and what you saw was something spectacular. Inside, the moon looks brighter and clearer than it was in the sky, you could see all the craters, the moon's own imperfections, and the stars, twinkling, surrounding the moon.
“Holy fuck, that was so amazing.” you say as you pull back. Ellie chuckles, “Yeah, well, that's my reason.”
You smiled at her gently, that kind of smile that makes you slump next to her, staring at the sky.
An epiphany filled your mind.
“These telescopes are sick.” you announced, patting it.
“Yeah they are,” Ellie gets up, handing her hand out for you to use as a leverage to stand up, “Sickly expensive, too.”
You take her hand as you stand, “I bet. Are you like- secretly rich?”
A beat passed, “No.” Ellie answers as she hurriedly goes inside.
You went after her, scoffing and smirking as you walked, “Oh my god, Ellie. Are you like a what- a daughter of a-” you searched for words to put, the posters in her wall hinted the answer, “A frontman of a rock band? Any dude who's into rock?”
“Ugh, I don't want to do this right now.” she groans.
“Yeah, well I want to, I don't wanna suddenly see myself in a paparazzi shot.”
Ellie laughs, “There's no paparazzi. Alright, fine.” she says, sounding defeated. “My Dad is probably famous at some point, but he didn't pay-”
You gasped, “Who? Wait, is it-”
“Joel Miller.” She finishes your sentence, muttering the word as if it's prohibited.
“No! Okay, oh my god. Joel the Legend Miller?”
“That's actually the first time I've heard someone say that other than himself.”
You are in utter shock and disbelief, saying and screaming the word ‘what’ after every fact Ellie tells you.
In the end, when you've finally calmed down, Ellie sat opposite to you. Looking concerned as if you just ran over something.
“Are you okay now?” Ellie asks.
“I am dating a nepo baby.”
“What?”
“I can't believe you” you gestured at her “are a nepo fricking baby and you don't even look like it! You are such a nerd.”
“I thought you loved me being a nerd!” she exclaims.
“I do baby,” you say “I love you being a cool rock nerd.” you didn't even realize the significance of the word you just let go of, it was the first time you said it.
Ellie's face turned into a familiar shade of red, pink plush filled her cheeks, “You- love me?”
It was then in that moment you realized that yes, you did indeed love her. “Yes, Els. I do, I love you.”
you inched closer to her, holding her face into your hands, you traced the scattered freckles on her cheeks with your thumb, you admired the moss green of your eyes, and you could write a thousand prose about how beautiful it is.
“I love you when you bring me coffee during the afternoons, how you let me rest on your shoulders when I get tired.” you tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear, “I love you because you have the patience to listen to my rants, to all of my pieces for an assignment, and how you try so hard to hide the fact that you know it's about you, because your ears always get pink.” you touched her ear gently, “I love you when you tell me facts about space that I don't even know, I love you because you are passionate in your work, and because you wanted to learn a lot more about the universe that created us.”
Ellie's eyes visibly welled up, “Fuck, babe. I love you too.” she says, her lips surging to meet you in the middle. Her soft cupid bow crashing into your full ones, she likes to describe your kisses as a supernova.
You chuckled into the kiss, “You're a sap.”
“I'm a sap. I'm a sap for you.”
nsfw ahead !!
astrophstudent!ellie who fucks you how you wanted her to be. Her fingers are right where you want it to be, on that sweet spot that makes you spill her name out of your mouth, her tongue practically making out with your pussy.
astrophstudent!ellie who admitted that she was a virgin when you both had sex for the first time.
You're flabbergasted of course, the girl made you come twice, and you just learned that it was the first time she did that? Unbelievable. Unbelievably good.
When you asked her where she learned to do that, her answer was short. She just read about it.
astrophstudent!ellie who loses all cognitive functioning for five minutes straight when you first took your shirt off. She was a sucker for boobs, and likes to take her time with them, pinching and licking your nipples. Gives you goosebumps every time.
astrophstudent!ellie who literally perished when you offered to scissor for the first time. You were bored and wanted to fuck her this time.
The soft, dominant girl is long gone when her soaking pussy finally comes into contact with yours. She's panting and gasping after you've finished.
After she caught her breath, all she said was “I wanna do it again.”
astrophstudent!ellie who finally fucked you with her strap on spring break at her house. Where, she quotes, is soundproof and you can scream however loud you like.
You met her parents the next day deliciously sore.
When the break was over, she took the strap with her, unbeknownst to you. You then proceeded to have the best spring break ever.
astrophstudent!ellie who's the queen of aftercare, she doesn't leave you soaking wet and she cleans every drop of your release. She then plops beside you to tell you how great you took her and how amazing you are. She orders take out and makes sure that you are fully hydrated.
In the end, after you're full and satiated, she asks,
Can u maybe do a blurb of dealer/stoner ellie? maybe her teaching reader to smoke and then they both get akward and some kisses maybe happend?
Idk u write very well so i know whatever u do will be amazing
tysm for the compliment! idk how this got SO LONG, it was too much fun to write! here is my sweet angel who can do no wrong, roommate!dealer!ellie ₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩
september
you were miserable when you walked into your dorm on your third year of college
you made sure to get there early so you got first choice on which bed you wanted. to your horror, your new roommate was already unpacking on the good bed with the window
her decor was less than pleasant, she dressed like a 15 year old boy, and she reeked of pot. great
ellie, you found out
you liked the name, despite yourself. loved it even
you never told her that name was on that secret note on your phone of future baby names
as you got to know ellie, you erased that name from your secret list
ellie was… irritating
she constantly had strangers stopping at your dorm to sell them weed, which annoyed you to no end
“can’t you just go to their place?” you snapped one day when her sale distracted you from your flow of studying
“i don’t even have to leave my dorm to get paid, you expect me to go work for it when i don’t have to?” she replied, secretly loving the attention she got from you, even when you were annoyed at her
you had no rude reply, just a deep sigh, anticipating a long year
october
you felt your blood start to boil on a night out with your friends
you met them all out at the bar, greeting them with hugs
laughter breaks out as you’re greeting them all “girl, you reek!”
you freeze “what? i literally just showered—“
“no— not that. weed. your dealer roommate is rubbing off on you, huh?” your friends continue to giggle, not realizing that you still don’t smoke, still never have
her scent is just so strong and vile, it’s imbedded into your clean clothes now, and you’re starting to become nose blind to it
the thought terrifies you, how many times have i gone out smelling like weed and didn’t notice?
fuck
you burst through the door of your dorm late that night, drunk… and angry, not your proudest moment
“we need to talk” you slur, pointing a finger at your roommate whose already in bed, video game controller in her hand
ellie sits up and grins, you already want to roll your eyes “yes, princess?” she teases, actually pausing her game for you
you stand at the edge of the bed, your angry pointed finger finds its way to her chest “you. i went out tonight and my friends laughed at me because i smelled like you!”
ellie just laughs, which pisses you off even more “oh, c’mon. i smell great, it’s prada, very expensive by the way”
unfortunately, the faint, lingering smell of her cologne every morning was totally dreamy
“you’re not funny” you whine “I’m serious. I’ve been way too kind and way too patient with you, if you light another joint in this room I’m reporting you”
ellie is still laughing
“you’re gonna tell on me?” she fake pouts
you sit, more of a drunken stumble, on the edge of her bed “forget it”
ellie drops her infuriating grin, a little flustered by how close you are, and the fact that you’re on her bed for the first time ever
“hey. listen, i’m sorry. i mean it” she says, in a warm tone of voice you’ve never heard before
“i don’t want sorry, i want you to fix it” you whine
ellie can’t help herself as she brushes your hair out of your face and places it gently behind your ear
your face heats up, she notices, she tells herself it’s the alcohol
“i won’t smoke in here. i shouldn’t have been doing it anyways, you’re right” she says, you’re shocked by how easygoing she’s being
“good” you say, getting up from her bed and walking to your dresser to get your pajamas
you never realize since you always have your back turned, but ellie always watches when you change
she’s started to memorize all your bra and underwear combinations, secretly having her favorites
she adores you, and you have no clue
“drink some water before bed, you’re wasted” ellie reminds you
you roll your eyes
november
after a month of no drama, you walk into your dorm after class to ellie smoking out the window again
“ellie!” you shout
she grins “i kinda like when you yell at me”
“you’re a freak” you joke, smiling “put that out, now”
ellie groans “c’mon, i’m going to dina’s apartment for friendsgiving and i want to be as hungry as possible”
you immediately forget about the joint, just feeling a wave of loneliness
“she lives off campus? like, her own apartment?” you ask, jealous that she has the space to actually cook and host her friends
“yeah— it’s so cool— she— wait! do you want to come?”
you hesitate “i couldn’t just like… intrude”
“trust me! they’ll like you a lot, dina is so cool, and smart and pretty and stuff” ellie rambles, stoned and happy
“you in love with her or something?” you joke, a strange hint of jealously in your tone
ellie laughs, “i was before we became friends, she’s dating jesse, he’s pretty awesome too, he— fuck, I’m rambling, i would love if you came with me tonight”
“you’re sure?”
“positive”
“can we stop at the liquor store on the way? I don’t want to show up empty handed”
“of course”
the night passes in a blur of amazing food, friendship, good music and wine
ellie was right about her friends, they were lovely, and great cooks
you walked back to the dorms together, the november air was biting at you, but you had enough wine in your system to not care
“thank you for inviting me, really”
“anytime” she says, trying to play it cool
“i really like your friends”
“they really like you too, i can tell” ellie’s cheeks are red at this point, partially from the cold, partially from your presence tonight
“i feel like i’ve been such an ass to you, and you didn’t deserve it” you confess
“eh, you’re just stuck up, but you pull it off because you’re so pretty” she jokes
“pretty?”
“do you really need me to tell you that? you definitely already know”
“i just didn’t think you thought that”
“i don’t know if you’ve realized this after living with me for three months but… i’m not fucking blind”
you can’t wipe the stupid smile off your face
december
you slam your laptop shut in a fit of frustration
it catches ellie’s attention immediately, enough for her to put her book down
“you gonna explain or do i have to ask?” she says, nonchalantly
you groan “do you wanna go get shitfaced?”
ellie laughs, “well yeah, but can we talk about why you’re angry first?”
you get up from your bed, pacing angry circles around the room “how the fuck am i supposed to focus during these three weeks between holidays? twelve paged essay! twelve! due at midnight! you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”
ellie cracks a smile “how about a walk and some fresh air instead of getting wasted?”
you throw your arms up in frustration “i don’t want to go for a walk! i want to go home! and hug my mom! and watch a christmas movie! I’m tired and I’m frustrated and every semester i feel more and more stupid and—“ your voice cracks, tears flood your eyes
ellie drops her grin immediately “chill, c’mere” she says, opening her arms to you from her bed
normally you’d hesitate, but it’s been too long since you’ve had a real hug
you lie on top of her in her bed like it’s natural, her arms wrap around you comfortingly as you dig your face into the crook of her neck
that stupid prada cologne lingers on her bare skin, it makes your stomach feel funny
this is entirely foreign to both of you, but fuck, it feels good
“shhhh, i got you… breathe” she whispers in your ear as her hands start to rub your back
you count the seconds of each breath in your head as you try to relax, ellie can feel your body soften in her arms
“that’s it, good girl” she praises softly
that funny feeling in your stomach turns to pure heat, you try desperately to ignore it
ignore ignore ignore
“I’ll write your essay for you if you smoke a joint with me” she offers smugly
“seriously?” you mumble into her neck, the heat of it makes her shiver
“dead serious”
you’ve known for months that she was unusually smart, but you never wanted to take advantage of that
“fine”
“fuck yeah”
you climb off of her, you’re both secretly disappointed at the loss of contact
“do we have to go shiver on a park bench outside or can we smoke in here?” she teases
“just open the window” you say, defeated
she does as she’s told, the air is crisp and cold and somehow really refreshing. you pull one of her blankets over your lap
you watch closely as she lights the joint, you can’t take your eyes off the way her lips wrap around it, or the way her hands grip the lighter
you’ve been far too curious lately about ellie’s lips, ellie’s hands, ellie’s body—
she blows out a cloud of smoke effortlessly “here” she says, passing it to you
“i don’t know how” you admit
“god, you’re such a princess” she teases “just be gentle with it. breathe in just a little, bring it deep into your chest, hold it for a second and breathe out. don’t try and do too much” she says, leaning back on her pillows to watch
you’re suddenly nervous, and feeling horribly awkward
you do exactly as instructed, feeling a burn as you inhale, you cough a bit as you exhale
“very good” she praises “now do that again”
you hate the way your stomach feels when she speaks like that, it’s making your imagination run wild
you pass the joint back and forth ‘til it burns out
you do feel way more relaxed now, but you had no idea that being stoned would make it horribly difficult to look at her
the curve of her perfect little button nose, those green eyes that always look like they’re hiding something, her soft porcelain skin—
“what are you looking at?” she asks, grinning
“nothing” you almost choke on the word
“nothing?”
“yeah”
“I look at you sometimes too” ellie admits
shit. shit shit shit shit shit
“you do?”
ellie leans forward to close the window “you cold?”
“you’re changing the subject”
“well, the subject is making me nervous” she blushes
you smirk “i didn’t know you even got nervous, you’re so fearless”
“and you’re so cold” she says, reaching out to you again, her hands slide over your goosebump covered arms “come lie down with me” she says, lifting the blanket she’s under
“can i tell you a secret?” you ask as you get comfortable beside her
“mhm” she hums, her hands finding their home on your skin again as she faces you in bed
“remember when i said i hated your spider-man blanket?” you say, trying not to laugh, but the weed is making it really hard to keep a straight face
“i remember it everyday, and it crushes my soul every time” she frowns dramatically at you
“i actually think it’s really cute” you admit
ellie giggles, full on schoolgirl-in-love giggle “fuck yes” she says triumphantly
“i think you’re really cute” you say, the confession slips out way too easy
ellie has to remind herself to speak confidently when she finally confesses “can i kiss you or are we gonna keep cuddling in my bed pretending this is normal?”
you nod, almost too quickly
you expect her to just crash her lips onto yours, but she doesn’t, she leans in painfully slow, starting with a slow kiss to your forehead
then your cheek
your other cheek
your nose
then finally, her lips press against yours so gently
you inhale sharply at the contact, grabbing onto her shirt, trying to remind yourself that this is real and it’s happening
ellie’s hand slides over your waist, pulling you flush against her, she’s so damn warm
you deepen the kiss, wanting more of her, the taste is addictive
until she laughs
“what’s so funny?” you ask, breathlessly
“the fact that i finally have you in my bed, and now i have a 12 page essay to write before midnight”
₊˚⊹♡ summary — Ellie was supposed to come by to pick up something and leave, but she just... can't stop kissing you.
₊˚⊹♡ warnings — part of borrowed time but it can be read as a standalone. no major warnings, just fluff (and maybe a tiny bit of angst if you squint). reader is fem presenting and has hair long enough to tie into a ponytail. lots of kissing.
₊˚⊹♡ wc — 4k
In and out, five minutes maximum.
Ellie was absolutely not going to let herself get distracted because you had places to be and she had many things to study
She was going to say hi, maybe give you a quick kiss, grab the notebook she'd accidentally left on your kitchen table, and get back to her apartment before the afternoon got away from her completely.
That was the plan. Or at least, that had been the plan.
Ellie had an oral final exam tomorrow that she had not studied nearly enough for and she desperately needed to.
Well, her plan had not accounted for you opening the door looking like that.
She'd known you were going and she'd known you'd be dressed up all nice like you always did. Nevertheless, Ellie was not prepared to see how beautiful you actually looked.
The summer had spent weeks trying to wring every ounce of comfort out of everyone, especially you, but somehow, you'd come out looking like you'd finally made peace with it.
You were wearing a little white dress she'd never seen before. The fabric clung gently to your chest and waist, framing the little heart necklace you always wore, before loosening into a short skirt that danced with the wind around your thighs with every step.
At least, Ellie had managed not to jump you and kiss you breathless as soon as you opened the door and gave a big and bright smile in her direction. She was actually quite proud of herself for that. It had taken her an unbelievable amount of self control.
She'd grabbed the notebook off the table while your mom moved around the living room frantically. The whole place was full of noise that your house always had, a thing Ellie had noticed the very first time she came over and hadn't been able to stop noticing ever since.
Just a home that was always busy and alive, like the walls themselves had absorbed years of family dinners and loud conversations. Always busy, always alive.
Her apartment was really quiet in comparison.
Anyway. She had the notes, so she should have left.
Instead, she'd followed you back to the front door and ended up standing in the doorway while you stood just inside.
You looked so unfairly pretty this close.
You'd actually tied your hair up in a ponytail, as the March heat finally won the argument you'd been having with it all summer long.
Ellie had only seen you wear it like this a handful of times since you'd met. Usually you insisted on wearing it down, no matter how much you complained about the weather. Every single time Ellie asked if you weren't roasting alive, you'd shrug and mumble something about not liking how you looked with it tied back.
Ellie had never really understood that. Standing in your doorway now... well, she understood it even less. Clearly, your insecurities had very little to do with reality.
Two little butterfly clips held back the shorter strands that your ponytail couldn't quite catch. They were tiny and gold colored, and they suited you so perfectly that Ellie found herself smiling as she noticed them.
They were... very you. Very cute.
The evening wind moved between you, cool on the skin yet warm in the air, carrying the smell of someone grilling something from somewhere down the street. Even if it kept trying to separate the two of you, lifting the hem of your dress and tugging at Ellie's shirt, neither of you gave it much help.
"Okay," she said, and her voice had changed without her meaning to. Just a little low and softer, and she watched your expression shift in response. "I'll see you—"
Before she could finish, you stepped forward and closed the small distance between you.
Just like that, Ellie's entire plan for the evening dissolved completely.
She kissed you back just as softly.
The folder slipped off her hands—it hit the doorstep with a thud that none of you registered—and her hands found the side of your face, and then she wasn't going anywhere at all.
Your lips were soft and tasted a little sweet, and she heard herself exhale slowly against your mouth.
It was supposed to be a quick thing. A goodbye kiss. Except, your lips tasted sweet. Soft and a little sticky and actually, really sweet…. She liked that. She liked that a lot.
Ellie started to pull back just enough to register the unexpected sweetness lingering now on her lips.
You mistook it for the end of the kiss.
The second you began to lean away, Ellie's hand tightened gently around your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin as she guided you right back to her.
"Ellie…,” you said against her mouth, but it was not quite a complaint.
"You taste really nice," she said. A completely honest observation, and not at all an excuse to lean in again for another taste.
You were fully smiling now, delighted, leaning into her a little. "...Thanks?"
"Like, seriously." She kissed the corner of your mouth again, lingering just a second longer before pulling back. Ellie smacked her lips thoughtfully. "Did you eat something?"
You blinked. "What?"
"Another cinnamon roll?" she guessed, narrowing her eyes at you. "I know you get them for free but like… your teeth are gonna rot."
"I don't eat that many cinnamon rolls."
Ellie just looked at you.
It wasn't exactly a wild accusation to make. You did eat an alarming amount of these weekly. It came with the job, she supposed. Without missing a day, you came home with pastries with microscopic imperfections your boss refused to sell. Cinnamon rolls were your weakness, but there were also cupcakes, slices of cake, whatever new cake recipe your boss wanted everyone to try… Technically, you probably weren't supposed to bring home that much, but your manager seemed to like you far too much to care. Which admittedly benefited Ellie almost as much as it benefited you.
Ellie, who'd never really been much of a dessert person past childhood, had somehow become one by association. Dating—well. Spending time with you had quietly reshaped some of Ellie's habits, and one of them was her reluctance to eat sweet things.
Before you, she'd never gone out of her way to buy pastries. After you, she'd grown used to finding boxes on her kitchen counter, always filled with something sweet inside. Most of the time she'd grumble that you were going to rot both your teeth and hers but she had yet to refuse a single bite.
Honestly, the amount of sugar you consumed probably explained why children liked you so much.
She'd seen it first hand a few months ago, back when you'd been doing your first teaching placements. Your parents had wanted to pick you up after your first afternoon there, but neither of them had been able to make it.
It still got dark pretty early during that time of year, and the school they'd assigned you to was far enough from home that walking hadn't really been an option. Ellie knew you well enough by then to know you'd sooner wait for the bus for an hour than pay for an Uber, so she had offered to go pick you up before you could even start to reassure them it was okay.
The image of you waiting at the bus stop alone when the sun wasn't there anymore left her with a tight knot in her gut. Besides, you would probably need lots of help carrying all your stuff.
Ellie still remembered waiting outside the gates as the gloomy spring afternoon faded into evening. She'd expected to see you exhausted after a long day. Instead, she watched you come out with the brightest smile she'd ever seen on your face, clutching a folder full of drawings.
Since that day, Ellie wasn't entirely convinced you weren't secretly a princess.
"...Okay, maybe I do. But I didn't today.”
Still unconvinced even now and with a small frown on her brows, she kissed you again anyway, just to check. "Okay. What is it?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes," Ellie said, with complete seriousness, already leaning in to kiss you again.
“Caramel kiss.”
Figures. Even your lip balm had a sweet related name. Ellie would have laughed, if it wasn't for the confusion growing within her. Was that… a lip balm? Or... one of the two million shiny glosses in different shades you owned?
Probably. It was probably that, she was sure. Whatever it was, she'd have to remember it now. “Uh. That's a dumb name.”
“Ooh, you love it.”
“I mean, yeah.”
You smiled so brightly at that admission that Ellie forgot, for a second, that she'd been trying to leave.
You were still standing so close that Ellie could feel your breath against her face. Her hand remained cupping your cheek, her thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth across your cheekbone while she watched you.
Ellie wasn't entirely sure when she'd started doing this, but lately she'd found herself staring at you far too much, and every time she looked, she found something new to notice.
Familiarity had done exactly what she'd expected. Everything should have become ordinary by now. But she was Ellie, so it never did. Spending so much time by your side had not dulled your edges; if anything, it only kept revealing details she'd somehow missed before.
No time to linger today, though. She really needed to leave. Like, right now.
Without thinking, Ellie leaned in again. The tip of your nose brushed hers at first, just barely. The touch was featherlight but enough to make you exhale softly against her mouth.
As you sighed against her lips she tilted her head, and then the tip of her nose was tracing the curve of your cheek. Ellie lingered there for just a heartbeat, breathing you in. You didn't move away. If anything, you leaned in just a fraction, close enough that your breaths had begun to fall into the same rhythm.
Ellie felt it immediately where the tip of her nose met your pillowy cheek.
Your cheek was warm. More than warm, actually.
Oh.
Were you… flustered?
She smiled before she could stop herself.
You. Flustered.
That wasn't something she'd seen much of, and was fairly sure that didn't happen very often. You weren't really prone to embarrassment — unless Ellie was the cause, apparently.
You moved through the world with a kind of ease that she'd never quite had herself. You flirted shamelessly, teased her relentlessly, and most days she was the one left flustered.
But sometimes, like right now, the roles reversed. Feeling that warmth bloom in your cheeks, Ellie couldn't help but grin. It felt strangely unfair that you still had the ability to surprise her.
Her lips brushed yours, and your mouths hovered only a breath apart. “Are you really embarrassed right now?”
“I'm no—”
“NO KISSING INSIDE THE HOUSE!”
Ellie's whole body jolted.
From somewhere deep inside the house, God only knew where, your dad's voice echoed through the hallway. The man seemed to possess some kind of sixth sense for knowing whenever Ellie was within kissing distance of you.
How he did it, she'd never figured out, and she'd stopped trying.
You pulled back so fast you nearly headbutted her. "We're literally in the doorway," you called back.
"THE DOORWAY IS STILL THE HOUSE!"
You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh before looking back at Ellie. "See what I have to deal with?"
Ellie couldn't really argue with him. Honestly, fair enough. If she ever had a daughter, she probably wouldn't be exactly thrilled to walk into someone making out with her in the doorway, either.
The thought lasted just a few seconds before you were giving her another quick peck. She put up absolutely no resistance because, despite understanding your dad's point completely, she also happened to be hopelessly in love with his daughter.
"...Dude," Ellie mumbled against your lips, trying—and failing—not to smile. "You're going to get me in trouble," she said.
No move to step back, though. None at all.
“Don't mind him. Worse things have been done in this house.”
Ellie felt her cheeks go bright red immediately, as flashbacks of whatever you two had been doing in your room just last night hit her. Truth be told, once the initial horniness settled, regret had arrived to take its place. Ellie had felt extremely embarrassed about the whole thing — for no particular reason, really. You were an adult, she was an adult, and you'd both been really careful not to be too loud about it.
Still, it flustered her slightly. Doing it in your house while your mom and dad were there just felt wrong to her, even though you clearly didn't share that concern with her, not even a little.
You were still standing there, half inside the house and half hidden by the doorframe, smiling at her like nothing had happened.
Behind you, the house was cool and dim, the fan humming faintly somewhere down the hallway. A gentle drift of cool air brushed Ellie's face, while behind her the last warmth of the afternoon sun settled against her nape.
It was either that, or the embarrassment creeping up her neck. Hard to tell.
Ellie cleared her throat, suddenly finding the cracked paint on your doorframe unbelievably interesting.
It didn't help, because her eyes wandered back to you almost immediately. Her gaze drifted from your face down to your shoulder.
With your hair up and the thin straps of your dress, they were almost bare, and the afternoon sun caught the tiny flecks of gold from whatever glittery lotion you'd put on, making them sparkle as you moved.
Before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were brushing against the left strap, lightly tracing it from where it sat on your shoulder downward, following the line of it.
You paused mid-sentence as her fingertips brushed your skin. "What are you doing?" you asked, smiling softly.
"Nothing.”
“Mhm," you hummed, completely unconvinced.
She didn't even think about it before leaning in. Her forehead bumped lightly against your shoulder first, and then she turned her head and pressed her lips to your bare skin.
They lingered there for a beat longer than she'd meant to. As her forehead pressed against the curve of your shoulder, her eyes closed, just for a second.
"You look very pretty today," she murmured against you, though she was not entirely sure you could hear her.
It was a hopeless sentence. Pretty wasn't nearly enough of a word anymore.
Ellie couldn't remember when compliments had become so frightening to say aloud. They always sounded so embarrassingly small compared to what she actually meant.
A moment passed before you answered. "...Just today?" Then, your fingers found the small bun at the back of her head. "So every other day I look ugly?"
Ellie's lips twitched into a smile against your skin before pressing one more small kiss to the same spot. “I didn't say that.”
Your fingers closed around her bun, and then you gently tugged it until she lifted her face from your shoulder. "Okay, but you implied it."
"I didn't imply anything."
"You kind of did." You were fully smiling now, not even pretending not to enjoy this. "You only said it today. That's implying something, Ellie."
Clearly, you were about to settle in for this argument like you had all the time in the world to win it. Which you did not have all the time in the world. You were already running late.
She knew she needed to leave and that you also needed to leave, matter of fact, judging by the sounds coming from somewhere deeper in the house, like your mom calling your name with increasing urgency.
Ellie groaned, cutting you off before you could keep digging the hole she'd accidentally fallen into.
"Shush," Ellie said, as her thumb pressed into one cheek while her fingers gently squished the other, just enough to make your lips pout.
The words died in your throat immediately. You tried to look offended, but it was difficult with Ellie still holding your face like that. Instead, you looked kind of adorable with your brows furrowed and your lips pouty, feigning indignation.
She gave it a quick peck, right in the center of it. "Okay," she said, pulling back. "Gimme another kiss and I'll be on my way."
“Oh my god. You're so romantic.”
"Yeah, well. I'm on a schedule, so...”
"You know," you said as both of her hands settled on either side of your face again, "I don't appreciate you being this bossy. What happened to asking before you kissed me?”
Ellie rolled her eyes, though she was smiling too, and leaned in again. Your lips touched, just barely. This time there wasn't any teasing or talking, just the quiet little moment of your foreheads brushing before your noses bumped together again.
Before Ellie could steal the kiss she'd spent the last ten minutes trying to get, something heavy barreled into both of you.
The noise that escaped her against your mouth was not remotely romantic.
A familiar blur of golden fur wedged itself shamelessly between the two of you, nearly knocking Ellie sideways before planting both front paws against her hip.
"Mikey," you laughed. “What are you doing?”
When she looked down, Mikey looked up at her, completely unbothered by what he'd just interrupted. He looked, in fact, quite pleased with himself. His tail was whipping so enthusiastically that his entire back half seemed to wiggle with it.
He'd gotten so huge.
Little remained of the tiny puppy he used to be, and Ellie hadn't even noticed it happening. Seeing him every week had made the change almost invisible, but over the last few months he'd stopped being the puppy who fit in your arms and turned into... this.
Still a baby, according to you. A baby who was absolutely convinced every ounce of your affection belonged to him and him only.
She didn't even let go of your face.
Your hands were still wrapped loosely around her wrists, keeping her exactly where she was, while she stared down at him for a second. "Fuck off, Mikey.”
You looked down too, following Ellie's gaze, before immediately breaking into a smile. "Don't be rude to him."
Ellie looked back at you, an incredulous expression on her face. "He's literally cockblocking me."
"Well," you said, dropping one of your hands to scratch behind one of his ears, "You're kissing his mom. Of course he doesn't like that."
Ellie sighed the longest, most put-upon sigh imaginable. "Okay. Okay, let's just ignore him. Come here.”
"Ellie! he just wants—"
"He's fine." She kissed you again, briefly, before pulling back enough to look at you properly. "I didn't come here for him."
"That's so mean…"
Without answering, her hands found you and pulled you in.
You swayed forward with no resistance, arms rising up to loop around her neck. Ellie pressed her palms flat against the small of your back and drew you flush against her.
One of her hands wandered higher, fingertips tracing the line of your spine through the thin fabric of your dress before settling between your shoulder blades.
Ellie kissed you again, slower this time.
Your mouths found each other with the easy familiarity that only came from spending far too much time kissing each other these past few weeks. You tilted your head almost instinctively, and the kiss deepened just enough.
Her breath caught halfway through the kiss.
It itched somewhere beneath her ribs, the familiar ache that arrived whenever her heart got ahead of the rest of her. For one clumsy second, she almost forgot how to kiss you back.
Her lips missed yours by the smallest fraction when she tried to follow your mouth, earning the quietest laugh against her lips.
Still, her arms refused to loosen. She even pulled you just a little closer on instinct, even when there wasn't an inch left to steal.
Just closer, until your heartbeat blurred into hers. Until the world outside your embrace became little more than background noise.
When you finally pulled back, it was barely. Just enough that your lips weren't touching but your foreheads still were.
"You should go. You're gonna be late." you said against her mouth.
"Yeah."
Yet, she didn't move. Neither did you.
Your hands were still curled into the fabric of her shirt like you were keeping her there. Like she was going anywhere.
But she had to go somewhere, so she finally pulled back.
You followed, unwinding your arms from her neck. You reached up and fixed the collar of her shirt instead. "You really don't want to come? I know you don't know anyone but…"
For one stupid second, Ellie imagined saying yes. Sitting beside you in the car and letting your mom tease her while your dad pretended not to, as always.
The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it'd come.
Not only did she have to study, but she was also sweaty and underdressed. Beneath all those perfectly reasonable excuses, though, was the real one.
What was she to you?
What would she be to you when all these people looked at the two of you and asked? What was she supposed to say if someone asked?
She didn't know. She didn't know what you'd say. She didn't know what she was. Whatever this was still didn't have a name, so the thought of standing in a room full of people who might ask that question while she had no answer for it… Yeah, no.
"Nah. I have to study," Ellie said. Part truth, part lie.
You pouted, clearly quietly disappointed but without trying to weaponize it.
"Okay..."
"Hey," she said quietly. "I'd go if I could. You know I would."
"Yeah, I know," you said, in the voice that matched the pout. "I just—"
Ellie looked at it for exactly as long as she could stand it… which was two seconds.
Then, she kissed it. Once, softly. It stayed. So, she kissed it again. And again. Little kisses right to the center of your bottom lip, then the top one. Then the corner of your mouth, until she felt them twitch helplessly.
A giggle escaped out of you before you could stop it, bubbling up and breaking whatever face you'd been trying to hold.
"Stop," you said, still giggling.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "We can go get ice cream if you want.”
She saw the small disappointment ease a little. "I would really like that."
"Then it's settled. Text me when you get back?"
You smiled. "You text me when you get home. It's getting dark."
"I'll be fine."
"Text me anyway."
She would, obviously. She'd text you the second she walked in the door and probably twice more before going to bed.
Ellie let out the longest sigh she'd breathed all afternoon.
Her gaze finally dropped to the notebook still lying abandoned on the doorstep, exactly where it'd slipped from her hands.
So much for in and out.
She bent to pick it up and tucked it back beneath her arm. Then she took one step backward, then another.
Her backpack hung from one shoulder again, notebook tucked securely beneath her arm this time. She pointed a finger at you.
"Have fun," she said. "Tell your cousin happy birthday."
You pointed right back at her. "Don't study too hard."
"I won't."
"Eat something."
"I will."
"You better!”
As a response, Ellie lifted one hand awkwardly and gave you a thumbs up as she finally turned around, before she could embarrass herself any further.
She made it halfway down the walkway before risking one last glance over her shoulder.
Your ponytail was slightly crooked from all the kissing and your lip gloss thoroughly ruined thanks to her.
Still leaning against the doorframe, you raised your own thumb in return.
Ellie walked home with a sheepish grin and the faint taste of caramel kiss still in her lips.
attempting to pluck ellie's eyebrows <3. (headcanon...and ooc)
! blk female reader
note: i am weirdly obsessed with eyebrows and ellie has a nice pair. thats exactly why i wrote this..& shes so baby girl.
❤︎ includes fluff, sexual underlines; ellie is a corny cutie
❤︎ When helping Ellie pluck her eyebrows, she can't help but stare at her girlfriend's boobs above.
"Baby girl, stop movin.'" you say softly, gently lifting Ellie's chin to properly focus on plucking the small hairs around her shaped eyebrows. As her girlfriend, you made sure your girl always kept her eyebrows perfectly straight. Ellie was sprawled across the bed, the side of her head resting against your chest, while the rest of her body stretched along the mattress.
Ellie frowns a little, "I'm not moving purposely!...just checking the view."
The small frown on her face grows bigger at every small movement your chest did infront of her eyes while you carefully plucked. Shit, why did you have to wear her favorite lacy bra she likes to see on you? Even though it obviously wasn't on purpose to being showcased, Ellie is a pervert.
"Hey." You say sternly holding the tweezers on your other hand, your face painted an expression Ellie knows well when your patience is tested. "Lemme finish with this! sit still."
Ellie didn't care though. She groans in playful frustration before planting her head against your breasts, her slim arms winding around your waist. "No, I'm sorry..two minutes, please. it hurts?" she pleaded, the excuse clearly made up on the spot.
"The tweezers hurt?" You teased, gently cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to face yours.
"Mhm..soooo bad..You gotta stop for a second before i get injured." Ellie pouts, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. You instinctively run your fingers through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp. Her body naturally moves upwards melting into your touch. Her head is now comfortably nuzzled in your shirt.
"Poor baby. We'll finish later, okay? Don't wanna make you cry from plucking."
Pairing - Bestfriend!Ellie x Oblivious!Reader 𑣲. wc - 0.5k
Summary: Ellie was experienced when it came to finding fun flings. She was bold, smooth, and attractive in a way most girls found too pretty to give up. She found herself involved with every girl she dreamt about. Until it came to you, Ellie’s best friend. You were sweet, soft, and completely oblivious to the way your best friend thought about you.
an: I haven’t wrote a fic in soso long!! super short but it’s super sweet I promisee 𝜗ৎ
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“Do you think i’m pretty?”
You asked as you dangled upside down off Ellie’s twin sized bed. Some part of you said that in a joking manner while the other part held some truth. You didn’t think you were ugly but you didn’t exactly find yourself the most stunning girl.
Though, Ellie would beg to differ.
She scoffed as she sat at her desk, lead marks decorated her forearms and even a bit on her cheek as she sketched something in her journal.
“I think all that time upside down has warped your brain.” Her tongue poked through her cheek as she looked down at her journal. You sighed, not amused with her response but you sat up anyway. Finding yourself feeling a bit lightheaded as you lie on Ellie’s navy blue comforter that felt like some sort of cashmere blend.
“Ya’know that wasn’t a real answer. You calling me ugly, Els?” You teased her as you usually do.
Her precise pencil strokes came to a halt, when she looked up for the first time in hours, she found you sprawled out on her bed. The sunlight making the amber hues in your hair stand out. One of your lips caught between your teeth while your fingers twiddling with the loose hem on your shorts.
You were absolutely beautiful in her eyes. She’s pretty sure her pupils dilate every time she looks at you, not that you’d ever notice. Other people sure did notice though. Friends, strangers, even Joel. Which earned Ellie a long talk back when she was younger. She grimaces at the long ago memory.
People say that Ellie looks at you like you have all the stars in the world right in your hands. You always laugh at silly remarks like that because you knew Ellie.
You knew that she liked the type of girls she found in the center of parties. The girls who didn’t hesitate to dance with her, to kiss her, to go home with her. You weren’t like those girls. You weren’t as confident as them, as bold as them, as special as them.
But still, Ellie answered as if you were the only thing that mattered. “I do think you’re pretty.” Your eyes connected with hers, searching for that fleck of honesty in a forest of green.
It didn’t take you long to find it and it didn’t take long for the eye contact to break as she returned to her art promptly. You weren’t completely serious about the question but something about Ellie’s response made your heart flutter with an emotion you found yourself feeling a lot around your best friend but you brushed it off as quickly as it came.
You didn’t know that just mere feet away, your best friend was sitting with the same flutter in her heart as she held her sketchbook close.
Drawing your features just perfectly as you laid there, completely oblivious to the many portraits of beauty she’s dedicated to you.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ “you’d make a good mom for her” “i’d love to” ༄˖°.
| CONTENT TAGS – bsf!ellie x new mom!reader, ellie and reader are housemates, ellie is totally whipped, reader has an infant daughter cassy, use of "mama" "muffin" “princess”, ellie’s more than willing to do anything for you, pt2/?
ellie’s got cassy wrapped up on her chest, turning her wrist under the running water to check it’s temperature. “shhhh, it’s okay muffin, we’ll get you in bed soon,” she whispers to cassy, her free hand pushing her hair back from her face with her thumb as she fusses, restless and tired.
cassy babbles something ellie only plays into knowing that she’s complaining. “wow, you’re impatient today, aren’t ya? yeesh, no wonder your mama is so tired,” she mutters halfheartedly. ellis plugs the tub when it’s just warm enough for cassys more sensitive skin, letting the water slowly climb just enough to fill the smaller bathtub made just for her.
with cassy babbling up a storm, ellie finally gets her unwrapped and undressed. “there’s the fussy muffin,” she chuckles, pressing a kiss to her nose, cassy batting at ellie’s cheeks in delight.
setting her into the basin of the tub, cassy settles easily, relaxing once the warm water envelops her up to her little tummy. as she gently washes her little puff of hair, rinsing the suds out and being cautious of her eyes, ellie sits and almost watches in awe. this little ball of everything good, so small and perfect and beautiful, is yours. and with how often she watches her, feeds her, sits with her and genuinely loves her like another mother, ellie feels not like she’s owed anymore credit, only wishing she could be her mama too.
ellie really adores cassy, your perfect little girl who tries to scoop the water in her chubby little hands while ellie rubs her clean. “hey, you aren’t supposed to drink that,” ellie chuckles, rinsing her off and guiding her hands away from her mouth. not like cassy cares, she’s too busy playing.
scooping her dripping little body up into a nice warm towel, cassy lets out a tired gurgle. ellie unplugs the tub and cleans up after her before carrying her back to your bedroom. she sets her down into bed before patting her dry, just to give her a calming massage with baby oil before dressing her.
the whole time, ellie has a smile on her face, a small pull of her lips simply from being around cassy as she slowly blinks her eyes until she’s half asleep in her arms. “there ya go, princess,” ellie whispers, setting cassy in the soft plush of her crib, her eyes still stubbornly open until ellie dangles her hand into her crib, rubbing her belly. cassy bats at her hand weakly, sleep dragging her little arms down until she grabs ellie’s fingers, finally slipping into sleep.
she’d wait patiently until cassy was in a deeper sleep to pull away, knowing that she has other things that demand her attention, most importantly: you.
you had been tidying up the kitchen since noon, stuck in a loop with dishes and having to catch up on the laundry. things were getting done slower than normal, but you told ellie that you could handle it while she could just put cassy down for bed. ellie doesn’t care, she wants to help more, to help you.
she creeps down the stairs, careful not to wake cassy with the creaky steps before she stumbles into you coming in from putting up the laundry for the night. “hey there mama,” she smiles, leaning in the counter by her hip, “you almost done down here?”
you set down the hamper at your hip, shaking your head while still trying to make the best of it, “sadly, no. i’ve still got the dishes but that’s really it.” not that it’s pity, but ellie feels a pull in her heart hearing and seeing just how tired you are: the slight rasp to your tired voice, your shoulders just barely slouched. “i can do em,” she blurts out, knowing you’ve done them a few times already today.
you shake your head, rubbing your forehead but looking at her with a tired sigh, “el, really, i’ll be fine, get to bed, you already helped with cass.” despite your protests, ellie doesn’t listen very well when she knows better. “uh-uh, you get yourself some pajamas,” she starts, closing the distance between you two, gripping your shoulders in a firm massage, “i’ll get you a warm bath. how’s that sound?”
hoooly do her hands feel good after being so tense that you didn’t even notice it. your eyes fall shut as you lean into her. “you’re good at that,” you mumble, chuckling once you peek your eyes open to see her little smile, “fine.”
after you begrudgingly trudge up the stairs and drag your feet to the bathroom, you lean on the doorframe, watching ellie kneel down by the tub, checking the temperature and the scent of both bath salts and bubble solution isn’t too strong. “so, i get the fancy baby bath?” ellie glances back, standing up with a smile. “well yeah. i wanna spoil you too, mama.” you’d think she’s teasing if there weren’t candles lit on the baths edge and the bath salts wafting through the air.
“you want me to step out?” she mutters, nodding to the door to be respectful. “oh come on, you’ve seen worse of me.” ellie watches, shocked for a moment as you set your pajamas on the counter, peeling off your shirt with genuinely no shame. she looks away, respectful as ever. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t sneak a glance at you, your figure shaded and silhouetted by the warm candlelight. you saw her, of course, catching the way she eyes the curve of your back and the swell of you thighs.
that’s new, you think to yourself before stepping in the tub, submerged in the gentle lap of a perfectly relaxing temperature.
the puff of bubbles come up just enough to cover your chest, a warm embrace so simple yet very much appreciated. ellie glances over to you, hearing the water sloshing and assuming you’re covered. “you… want me to wash your hair?”
in the low light, such a warm and comforting atmosphere, you shrug, sighing as you sink into the water. you can feel your muscles slowly relaxing as your arms float in the water. “mmm,” you hum, looking up to her with a smile, “i guess so,” you mutter sarcastically.
ellie stares for just a second in awe, forcing herself out of her little trance to kneel at the side of the tub. “don’t act like you don’t want me to,” she hums, reaching over to grab both shampoo and conditioner bottles. “whining like you don’t love it,” she chuckles. “hey,” you puff, playfully smacking her shoulder, “i do not whine.”
“of course you don’t,” she hums, running her fingers through the wet strands of your hair, rubbing your scalp. pulling back to squirt the shampoo into her palm and onto your scalp, ellie watches how your shoulders slump, melting under her touch. that’s all she wants, really, is to give you a chance to unwind, knowing how hard all of this can be day after day.
a moment of comfortable silence passes over the both of you, only the faint buzz of the bathroom and the gentle lap of water against skin making for a slow turn of time between you. “yknow,” you mutter as ellie cups water in her hands, rinsing the suds from your hair, “you’re amazing with her.” “what?” ellie asks in confusion, looking over your expression of serenity. “oh cmon, with cassy, you take really good care of her.”
ellie feels her heart swell at the compliment, a sense of pride building in her chest getting your approval. “well,” she laughs, flattered, “i try my hardest.” you peek your eyes open once she starts rubbing conditioner in your hair. you feel a lot more comfortable with her doing this kind of thing than anyone else, you realize, an easy calm coming over you whenever you know ellie is there to lean on. and now, with cassy, when you thought you’d be all alone to deal with a new stage of life, you hold a certain respect and gratitude for how much effort she puts into your little family.
letting the conditioner settle in your hair, ellie sits with you, her arms crossed on the edge of the tub as she watches you, making sure you don’t fall asleep still in the tub. “you ready to get out yet, mama?” with a reluctant sigh, you look over at her with a lazy glare, reluctant to break the peace. “yeah, once you rinse my hair, mama.”
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀— α small blurb about doing her makeup
“Close your eyes just a tiny bit… yeah, there we go,” your voice is a low whisper as you concentrate on dabbing the pigment onto Ellie’s face.
Your girlfriend is propped on the bathroom counter, perched carelessly with her thighs wrapped around your waist. It’s a rather intimate position, for the farthest you two have gone is heated make-out sessions atop your small twin bed.
This situation had come purely from your obsessive pleading and desperation about how fun it’ll be, how you’ve never seen her with makeup, and Ellie’s personal favorite, ‘how hot you’ll look with eyeliner!’
“—No, don’t like squint your eye, just close it, Els.” You move the makeup brush a hair away from her face as you allow her to sort her face out, Ellie missing the heat of your palm cradling her face—though the way it falls deliberately onto her thigh makes up for it. You hold back a giggle as you watch Ellie position her face to your liking.
“Like this?”
“I mean you can just close both of your eyes, idiot, but that works too.” You bring your unoccupied hand up to steady her head, fingertips brushing behind her ear.
Ellie faux pouts at your jibe as you move your thumb to untuck her lip, ridding her frown from her features. She shuts both of her eyes once again: her missing your focused face—and you missing the green hue of her eyes.
You continue your work mostly in silence, for Ellie becomes enamored with the feeling of your hands around her face and the brush delicately tickling her eyes.
From your point of view, smudged eyeshadow and eyeliner wraps around her eyes, and you anticipate the moment she opens them: when the color is significantly more vibrant—and you’ll fall in love with her eyes once more.
You back away only for a moment, to study your work—if it’s symmetrical, if it’s enough, if it’s too much. And—for other reasons. To count the freckles on Ellie’s face, to bask in the way the tips of her ears turn a pinkish shade as your thumbs move continuously back and forth across her cheekbones.
Her hands reach up to your waist, tightening around it before releasing and opening her eyes. “What’re you doing?” She asks, voice nearly a hum. She hooks a forearm around your lower back, pulling you flush against her.
“Me?” You squeal, “I’m not doing anything.” You wrap a hand around the back of her head, it landing on the nape of her neck as you beam down at her.
“Yeah—I know, that’s why I asked you,” she coos, sneaking a glance down at your lips that she hopes you hadn’t noticed.
You take a chance and feverishly press your lips against hers, alltogether smashing yourselves into one being, nearly hitting her with the amount of urgency a single kiss could power. Ellie lets out a yelp of surprise, yet soon after she melts and molds herself against you.
You both pull away shortly after, foreheads touching and chests heaving.
With the way Ellie pulled your lips back to hers with such fever, her makeup soon became the last priority. It would’ve gotten messed up, anyhow.
plot.you had always been the town's golden girl, quiet and obedient, you were always the example for other children in the church community. seeing how your father was the preacher what would anyone expect? but when he hires a girl named eleanor williams as farm help, you can't help but wonder if loving girls was truly a sin.
warnings. religious themes, internalized homophobia, drug use, language, repression, suicidal thoughts, parental emotional and physical abuse, emotional neglect, grief and mourning, religious fanaticism, religious psychosis, panic attacks, possible smut (if im not lazy)
college roommate ! ellie williams. (part 1 head-canons.)
blk female reader. <3 ♫ mala - 6ix9ine
part two. ❤︎ fluff & suggestive content
❤︎ The moment Ellie Williams dragged her last box into the dorm room, she knew the semester was going to be a rollercoaster. Her roommate was a sexy babe. Shit. Sharing a tiny room with a beautiful girl made the dorm feel a lot more caved in.
"Oh," Ellie muttered under her breath, lead on by a small cough. She settles her black duffel bag on the floor, taking a moment to analyze you head to toe.
"What?" You respond confusedly, tilting your head.
"Nothing..uh, sorry ma'am."
It wasn't nothing though. The second she saw you, her chest heated up with her lips slightly quivering, stealing quick glances at your figure and gorgeous glowing skin. Fuck.
❤︎ Ellie became your designated person to ask about your party outfit options. Sharing a dorm made it even more impossible to resist you, not noticing the effect you had on the brunette. You'd casually undress infront of her, with your bra and underwear in view to debate between which outfit to wear. I mean, you were both girls, right? So what was the harm in that?
"You don't like the black one, Ells?" Your pretty plump lips frown, the new nickname easily danced off your tongue. Living together has made you closer towards the masculine girl, the casual affectionate nicknames you came up with drove Ellie crazy.
Ellie clears her throat, her body trying to advert eye contact with the sight of your bra. "I didn't say that."
"Then why are you making that face?" A giggle escapes, while you change into the next bubblegum pink mini dress.
"What face?"
"Like you're about to explode."
"I'm not. Hey..can you go change in the bathroom?"
You turned towards the mirror, smothering the fabric. Ellie's eyes stare at your ass.
"Don't be such a pussy, Ells. So which one? Pink or black."
The brunette looks up again, before immediately looking away. "...Black."
"See, I knew you had a sense of style. And it makes my ass look great."
Ellie groans, rubbing both hands over her face. "Change in the bathroom."
"You know you like what you see." You joke, a smile tugging at your lips.
"And you're gonna be late to your party. Hurry up." She throws your black Victoria's Secret lacy bra that perfectly matches with the mini dress at your direction.
❤︎ You come back to the dorm drunk out of your mind some nights. Ellie is forced to make sure you're okay. Despite her complaints, she didn't mind seeing how pretty your eyes looked while drunk.
"Ellieeee." You slurred happily, your hands roaming all over her toned stomach while she tried to get you to drink some water. Gosh, maybe it was the worse time for Ellie to be in her gym attire, attempting to get her push-ups completed previously.
"Don't touch there." She mumbles awkwardly, opening the bottle cap as she carefully helps you sip slowly. Your eyes were glossy and heavy, staring at Ellie intensely while she kept you hydrated. It was hard to focus, because it was the kind of look that made her stomach jump. You looked so sexy even without trying to be. Effortlessly gorgeous, she thought.
Williams put down the water bottle.
"Pretty," you whisper, crawling into Ellie's lap to nuzzle on her neck.
Ellie froze. "You're drunk out of your mind, Y/n." Her tatted right arm awkwardly snaked around your waist, slowly easing onto the side of your hip.
"Still so pretty."
She lets out a hearty chuckle, and presses circle massages on your hip. "Going soft on me, hm..? You tired?"
"Mhm." You yawn.
Fuck. No way you're going to be sleeping on Ellie.
❤︎ Ellie has a habit of sneaking cigarettes into the dorm room to smoke late at night. She shared with you for your first time smoking, but you back out.
"You said you wanna try, so c'mere."
You nervously inch forward towards Ellie, watching the smoke lean into your direction. The haze drifted between the two of you, hanging in the air before dissolving in the dorm room.
"Again." You mewl excitedly.
Ellie laughs, and held the smoke in her lungs for a a few seconds longer than necessary, her eyes never leaving yours. You practically inch towards her even closer to inhale it, Ellie's arms finding their spot on your back.
"Come closer," She mumbles, gently helping you sit on top of her.
"Ells, I don't know about this." You expressed, excitement no longer rushing in your body. The smoke made you a bit more frightened.
"It's okay, shh. I got you, you know that."
"Can we stop?"
"Of course, Y/n." Ellie says softly, crushing the cigar on her ashtray before joking, "Who's the pussy now?"
"Not funny." You eyeroll, a grin escapes from your fake anger, before teasingly shuffling around on Ellie's lap. For sleepwear, Williams stays in her boxers and a big T-shirt.
"I think you just like grinding on me." She remarks, no longer phased by your suggestive shenanigans. She's used to them now. Infact, she just plays into it. Her hands rub on the material of your shorts.
"Dunno what you're talking about, roomie." You whistle, quickly getting off of Ellie to go back to your own twin sized bed.
college roommate ! ellie williams. (part 2 head-canons.)
blk female reader. <3 ♫ Sex with Me - Rihanna
part one. ❤︎ slight smut & suggestive content
❤︎ Being a pro at maintaining pretty lips, you typically ask Ellie to test out the taste of your lipstick. The method of doing so, is having her to kiss you.
You carefully apply the matching lip liner before swiping your new scented lipstick, taking an extra moment to define your cupid's bow. You managed to convince Ellie to come to a party with you.
"You done?" Ellie's voice comes up from the chair behind you. She takes a moment to admire your makeup from the vanity mirror.
"Yeah, I am. Ells, can you try this new strawberry taste?" You tilt your head back looking up at Ellie from your seat, batting your long eyelashes.
"What strawberry taste?"
You continue the intense look with her, and gesture towards your lips. Neither of you move.
"No." She says bluntly, adverting her eyes away from the curious look of your face.
You pout," How else am I suppose to know if it tastes like strawberries?"
"Sounds like a you problem, doll." Ellie groans dramatically.
"Please?"
The brunette stares at you for a moment, before laughing under her breath. Her rough hand rests lightly on the side of your neck, as she presses a chaste kiss on your lips.
She leans back after a few seconds, swiping the back of her sleeve across her mouth. Shit, she knows there's probably a trace of your lip liner smeared somewhere on her lips by now, but she didn't care. Her thumb brushes against your jaw before planting another lingering kiss, while you took a moment to sniff the scent of her ivywood cologne.
Ellie pulls back once more, letting you both take a breath of air, nudging your rolling chair until you're facing her completely.
"Yeah." She says shortly, "Definitely strawberries."
Her eyebrows narrow playfully.
"And watermelon."
"I was chewing on watermelon-flavored gum earlier. And hey! All that kissing wasn't needed."
"I couldn't taste clearly."
"Liar. I think someone just has a little crush on me." You sing-song teasingly.
"Hurry up so we can get this over with." Ellie mumbles, and grabs your hand quickly, heading out the dorm.
❤︎ Ellie seeing you kiss another girl is what finally pushes her over the edge. Now casual make out sessions become your new normal.
"Mmph, Ellie.." You whine slightly, your lips sore from all of the tongue kissing that's been happening for the past twenty minutes.
The quiet whine made her pull back, both of you breathing heavily. The tension in the room hasn't calmed down. If anything, it's gotten worse.
The short-haired girl kept her hazy eyes fixated on you, hands wrapped tightly around your waist. Her expression was almost unreadable. Until her furrowed eyebrows gave it away, making it obvious she was upset.
"Oh, now you're complaining?" Ellie huffs, sounding a bit annoyed.
"I'm not complainin'," You mumbled.
"Yeah, okay."
"You're being so ridiculous."
"You're the one who kissed another girl in front of me."
"Didn't know you cared that much. Awe, my little Ells." You coo, jokingly boop her nose.
"Hey, cut that out." Ellie frowns.
"I'm sorry," You pout, resting your hands on your lap, like a child who just got scolded.
"No need for the apology." She guides your hands to set them around her neck.
You've never seen the assertive side of Ellie Williams. You didn't even think she had it in her. She came across awkward and reserved. The type to stumble over her words, or hide behind a crooked grin when you gave her all your attention. She even looks away when you're fresh out the shower in a towel, goddamnit!
You'd be lying if you said it didn't amuse you seeing Ellie like this, jealous and annoyed at your schemes. Yet now, your eyes are locked in on each other, her hands trailing all across your back. She carries this unexpected confidence, its enough to leave you speechless.
"We won't stop kissing until I get tired of it. Maybe it'll teach you not to make out with random bitches at parties, yeah?"
You nod obediently. Something told you it wasn't the right time to make jokes or mess with Ellie's temper at this moment.
"Good girl." She praises, her voice now back to the usual softness. Ellie presses a quick peck on your exposed neck.
❤︎ As the two becoming closer, the 'friends with benefits' dynamic became second nature. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the night curled up in her bed rather than your own.
"Is this warm enough for you?" Ellie asks, her muscled arms wrapped around your body, pulling you a little closer to her chest.
'Mhm," you mumble, pretty acrylic fingers tapping at the waistband of the brunette's boxers. You sink further into her embrace, unable to hide your smile. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the fan and Ellie’s steady breathing above your head.
"Good,” she murmurs. Ellie's breath hitched, along with the heat of her stomach intensifying every time she felt the graze of your nails on her waistband.
A few minutes pass by of you shuffling around before laying on your side, back faced from Williams. Fuck, why did your sleepwear have to be undies and a tank top? It was driving Ellie crazy.
The slight movements of your ass ruffling against the front of Ellie's boxers didn't go unnoticed. In fact, it was turning her on.
The loose strands of her brown hair brush against your bare neck, resting her chin on your shoulder.
"I know you're awake." She whispers, Her arms loop around your hips, holding you close. "Are you doing this on purpose, Y/n?"
"Maybe."
"Do it again."
"..Hm?"
"You heard me."
"Mmm.." You take a moment to think, as if it was a hard decision. "Don't wanna, goodnight, roomie!"
You're always teasing her.
"Y/n," She mutters. "Please."
Ellie guides your movement with steady hands, nudging another hump against her crotch. "Like that, doll." A small whimper escaping her lips. "C'mon, I need it."
"Need me," You correct with a smirk on your face, sharing a hungry kiss with the touch-deprived masc.
"Need you so bad. Please, please..mmmph," Another kiss.
"You don't know what you do to me, huh?" Her voice sounded desperate, sweet sweat building on her forehead. It made you feel a little bad edging her on like this.
"You wanna fuck me, Ellie?"
"So bad, doll. Wanna make you feel so good, if you let me." She whispers in your ear, helping you take off your top.
! Ellie and Y/n are the definition of toxic not-so-friends. No contact was supposed to be the end of the complicated history together, until Ellie breaks the silence after four months. Before either of them knows it, they’re back in her truck, skipping class and picking apart a relationship that never had a proper ending.
note: this was unironically inspired by a real life experience of mine with an old situationship. atleast she provided the best plot i've ever came up with! :,)
❤︎ mini ongoing series. contains angst.
Tick, tick, tick.
The distant clock mounted above the whiteboard couldn't even wake you up from your distracted state. Your head rested against your arm, lazily moving your eyes on every equation jotted on the board. Your ears barely listened to Mr Davis' voice blurring along with the rowdy noises of your classmates.
It's been a total of 130 days since you've spoken to Ellie.
Four months since either of you have promised to leave each other alone, as being a pair caused way too much heartbreak.
Your heart still aches when your eyes gazes towards the brunette across from the classroom, analyzing each feature of her face. Not much has changed about her appearance at all. If anything in such little time with no tweaks, you could still sense something differently odd about her. But how would you know? You barely know her anymore. So knowing that, it was definitely a shock receiving a long paragraph from her last night.
Four months, you repeat in your head.
"And with that calculation, is how you get the answer 3.14..."
Fuck this.
You retrieve your phone in your backpack pocket, fronting at the most recent message you haven't responded to at all yet. Double reading. Double thinking. Shit, you're double-fucked. You've basically memorized the entire text by now. Yet you still choose to search for words you've probably "missed," or underlining meanings you haven't conjured up yet that'll most likely make your anxiety feel worse.
I just want to hear you again.
Those words sting like a thousand bullets. The message should've probably made you angry, but in reality it just made your stomach hurt. Everyday you have to deal with Ellie walking past you in the hallways. A silent mutual agreement to not make it obvious that one is glancing at the other. It’s even worse when you used to spot her with Cat.
Your fingers clench tightly at the nearby pencil, small fury igniting inside of you as you replay what lead to this moment since the past four months. Cat was the new girl who transferred during the beginning of second semester. Ellie showed a quick liking of her, slowly but surely passing you to the side, despite the two of you gradually growing feelings for each other.
The heartbreak didn’t come from the sudden romantic disinterest from Ellie. It came from the lack of care she no longer seem to have for you after meeting her new play thing. I mean, it’s fucked up knowing you both have been inseparable friends since freshman year.
It wasn’t only Ellie who could have her fun, though. You took the time to scout out the hot girls at school that you didn’t pay much attention to, due to it being all on Ellie. Your beauty wasn’t a secret at all. Girls and boys found you pretty, so you hardly struggled receiving attention.
In the mist of your thoughts, you catch the piercing eyes of Ellie. Your eyebrows furrow, anticipating to find out how long she’s been there staring at you. Williams’ rosy pink lips gap a little, as if she wanted to whisper something to you from across the classroom. You bite your lip anxiously.
“Beeeeepp!”
Fuck. The bell. You still haven’t even decided if you wanted to go with Ellie to skip.
“Y/n, you need help?” Dina, your best friend asked as she grabs your untouched notebook and pencil pouch.
“Thank you, sweetheart!” You smile softly, organizing everything in your hand bag, appreciating the small gesture before your eyes averts towards the front door. The class is already heading out, some leaving to go to their next class or late lunch. except one person, leaning against the wall by the door. Ellie.
You groan lightly, “Dina, I’ll call you later after. It’s either i’m going to have a lot of tea to spill later, or I might beat this girl up.”
“What’s happening?” A look of confusion.
“Ellie is happening. I decided i’m gonna go with her to her car.” You explain quickly, your backpack strapped on your back as you begin walking towards the door beside Dina.
Dina is aware on the message that Ellie sent, because you were quick to share the screenshot with her last night. For the past few months, she has been the one you’ve beat the dead horse with whenever the memories sink deep. She would comfort you, and reassure your feelings that seem to go blue often when reminiscing on the brunette.
“Good luck, babe. And call me if you need anything- that evil girl will get run over by me one day, i swear, bitch.”
A chuckle escapes your lips. You blow a kiss towards Dina as she leaves the class alongside you, before you pause and look around the hallway for Ellie. A bunch of students rushing to class, teachers chatting..but no sign of Williams.
Damn. That bitch. Ot course she'd leave after all the shit she's done. She's always so fucking-
"Y/n?" A familiar voice calls out. One you haven't heard upfront in a looong time.
You turn around, greeted with the face of Ellie. So she really hadn't ditched you. Damn. Oh, and what's that she's holding in her hand?
"Err- sorry.." Ellie tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. You shortly notice the new industrial piercing you haven't peeped before..but better yet, the chocolate bar she was holding.
"I went to the vending machine to get you your favorite snickers. Didn't mean to make you wait that long." She sounded shy, her voice tiny with hints of guilt you could scoop out. You haven't been this close up to Ellie in a long time. So, it was easy to forgot how much her face could give away her emotions.
The way the corner of her mouth twitches, it was clear she was nervous in the presence of you. The brunette fidgets with the wrapper of the snickers bar, until you reach your hand out. the slight finger contact made your heart thump desperately.
"..Thank you."
She nods, "Mhm. You ready?"
You hum, and the two of you start walking towards the nearby stairs to get out of the school the fastest, without getting caught.
"You want me to carry that?" Ellie awkwardly points to your backpack, the look in her eyes sparking a million little sorries.
You nod.
༺༻
The walk to the parking lot was painfully dreadful.
It was so quiet. Awkwardly quiet. No, even worse than that. The kind of silence that forces your mind to think about on every moment that lead up to here.
Ellie unlocks her truck with a click of her car keys, tossing both bags in the backseat before climbing into the driver's seat. You settle inside the passenger seat, pulling the door shut. Gosh, you might as well die in here.
Her car still had the same scent. Pine air freshener with her familiar cologne she'd steal from Joel fills your nose. It seems she has done a little decorating in her truck, adding custom leather fabric seat covers and a nice window tint.
Neither of you spoke a word. The lack of even heavy breathing was noticeable.
Ellie taps her finger on the steering wheel.
Once, twice...six times.
You glance over. She's already looking at you, biting her lip nervously.
"You stopped caring." The words coming out harsher than intended, but at this moment you didn't care. You needed to be harsh to vocalize how hurt you are.
"I know."
"For four months, Ellie. We stopped talking for months."
Ellie's eyes fixate on the steering wheel, "I know I fucked up so hard, Y/n."
A small sniffle comes out, barely audible but the truck was quiet enough to even hear a pin drop. The snickers wrapper is the only thing you can fidget with to get over how hot your body was tensing up.
"Yeah you did..You know what the worst part of it is?"
You take a deep breath.
"That I probably would've forgiven you."
The brunette's face falls flat, "Y/n I-"
"No, I'm serious Ellie." Your hands balls up into fists as you continue your words. "You could've just told me that didn't like me anymore, and found someone else."
"Instead, you slowly began avoiding me with no warning. I looked so fucking stupid, Ellie."
"Instead..you just disappeared. Completely threw our friendship away, regardless of when the feelings were involved."
Ellie stares at the floor of the truck, jaw clenched so tightly it looks painful. For a second, you think she’s going to argue. Defend herself. Say you don’t understand.
"Everyday I told myself that I'd talk to you, to apologize. To explain myself." She laughs bitterly. "I waited too long, and it got worse, Y/n."
"So you just gave up on me?"
"No." She says immediately. Tears swell up in Ellie's eyes, as she continues.
"I'm a coward."
Silence.
"You didn't deserve none of it. You didn't deserve wondering what went wrong, or thinking of yourself any less." Her chest tightens.
"You didn't deserve me acting like you meant everything to me one minute, and then pretending you don't exist the next."
But that's exactly what it felt like.
Ellie looks away quickly, "And I don't expect you to forgive me."
A small sigh escapes your lips, looking out the windshield. blinking slowly.
"I would've understand, you know."
Actually, no.
You shake your head, "Maybe not right away, I would've definitely been pissed for weeks, maybe cry even longer than that....but I would've tried to hear you out."
Ellie's eyes squeeze shut.
"Do you know what it felt like questioning...to question if I ever meant anything to you?"
The brunette just sits there, shoulders slumped, tears slipping down her cheeks as the weight of your words settles between you both.
Before either of you can say another word, a sharp vibration cuts through the silence. Your eyes follow automatically. The screen of her phone lights up.
