ellie's breathing hard, chest heaving, the base of her knuckles coated in a thick, milky ring while the length of her fingers shine with her own release. she's still shaking when it hits her — the obsession with putting a baby in you.
you're still twitching, body limp and splayed open for her, soft whines leaving your lips as your cunt clenches around nothing, purely soaked and needy.
"shh, baby," your girlfriend murmurs, catching your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your pussy. you whine, broken and empty, hips rutting like you're chasing the edge she's already helped you fall over. "i know, i know," she coos, and then her milky, slick fingers are pushing into you — deep, slow, deliberate — pressing her cum into your velvet walls.
"gonna get you pregnant. fuck, you want that?" she whispers, lips brushing kisses along the shell of your ear while you mindlessly hump your puffy clit against the warm cradle of her palm. she pushes deeper, fingers curling just slightly, pulling a tender whimper from your raw throat.
"s'okay, baby," she mutters, settling her fingers snug inside your pulsing walls. your mind is foggy, everything is sticky and hot. "just gotta make sure it takes, yeah?" she's flushed and glazed over, staring down at you like she's never seen anything so perfect.
"okay," you answer, only caring about how good it feels to be right there under her. ellie leans in to press a damp kiss to your forehead, voice full of admiration. "i've got you, baby."
it’s hot. scorching. your body feels like it’s on fire, tingles spreading down your legs and up your arms. you’ve wrung yet another orgasm out of yourself, probably your fourth one by now, but she’s not done. haven’t had enough.
you look down for a moment—your eyes finding ellie’s. her lips are latched onto your cunt, warm and wet, milking every last drop you’ve poured out for her. her hands are gripping at your hips tightly. you grind down on her mouth, once, twice, fucking yourself on her slowly. the over sensitivity makes you shudder, shaky gasps as ellie continues licking at you. her lips are covered in your slick, chin messy and sticky. her nose is covered in your arousal too, and ellie can feel herself going insane from your scent. it’s purely you, nothing else, just you. you can faintly see the glossiness in her eyes, the pink blush spread across her cheeks. if you pay attention, you can feel her slightly thrust up against the air, her own arousal coating her inner thighs. she wants to be consumed by you. wants to smell you, taste you, feel you come all over her face and mark her. her brain is going hazy at your sweet pussy almost suffocating her.
when you still for a moment, catching your breath, her fingers are digging into your skin immediately. she drags you up and down on her mouth like she’ll die without it. the pace is sloppy, too fast, and you’re whimpering when your clit bumps against her nose over and over again. she’s gasping against your pussy, “no, babe, c’mon keep going, please.” ellie’s throat tightening, she can’t breathe properly—but you’re addicting. the wet slide of your folds against her face is better than anything she’s ever had, and she finds herself moaning into your cunt when something drips down her neck, probably a mix of her spit and your slick. the feeling spurs her on, a loud whimper of her name when she slides the tip of her tongue into your heat.
“ah, ellie, too much..” you’re moaning uncontrollably, hands finding ellie’s hair. she’s shaking her head under you, moving you against her like you weighed nothing. “you taste so good, just give me one more, i know you can.”
when ellie was like this, which was often, it was hard to stop her. she was completely obsessed with you, your pussy. she loved making you writhe above her, feeling you shake against her lips when you came. she pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your body until you’re limp, your hair sticking to your forehead and that pretty breathy moan of her name when you’ve been fucked dry. and of course, as usual, today was one of those nights.
you’re on the verge of tears, grip tightening impossibly on her hair. she slaps you gently on your ass, “keep movin’, don’t stop babe,” she slowly releases her hold on your body, smiling against your messy cunt when you fuck yourself on her again. “i wanna feel you make a mess again, give it to me, please.”
the desperation in her voice is what makes you finish, your orgasm almost painful, too sensitive, your legs twitching violently and your pussy clenching when ellie continues to lick you through it. your ears are ringing, vision going blurry as you rock yourself shakily against her face—no aim, no momentum, just loud whimpers of your girlfriend’s name and your overused cunt brushing against her face. you can vaguely hear the pornographic slurps below you, she’s cleaning you up, her favorite part of eating you out. the way you taste is so sweet, something that could never be replaced. it drives ellie crazy.
so you’re not surprised when ellie only gives you a few minutes to recover, not even a little bit shocked when ellie hasn’t moved you off of her yet, kissing you like she always did after she was done with you. her calloused hands find your hips again like routine, gently shifting you up and down her dirty mouth again.
Oh I just know that Ellie knows how to unclasp a bra with one hand in under a second.
At first it was a super hot power move she used early on in your relationship during make out seshs, but now she'll tease you with it whenever she wants just because it annoys you.
You're doing chores around the house? You don't even hear her over the vacuum when she comes up behind you, snaps it off and walks past you like nothing happened.
You're baking or making dinner? You don't even notice her presence in the kitchen until you feel the *snap!* of the clasp on your back. You turn around to see her leaning on the counter, chuckling while holding a glass of water to her mouth as she watches you whine about your dirty hands.
You're walking around in Jackson? Her arm is around your waist, holding you while you talk about your plans for an upcoming party you’re a part of. While you're distracted, she snakes her hand up the back of your shirt and *snap!*
You slap her on the chest, whisper-shouting her full name.
You reach back to clasp it again, rolling your eyes as she acts like she did nothing at all.
The people of Jackson snicker and look away.
Though you can't stay mad long at that smug smile.
switch4switch ellie and a love letter to hickeys. 600 wc. minors dni
a hymn of quiet sighs and deep breaths reverberates through the room as ellie’s lush, sensitive lips caress your jaw, determined to line the entirety of it—the entirety of you.
your tongues have spent most of the night down each other’s throats, wet and relentless with no sign of stopping, neither of you willing to give the other a break. you keep tilting your head back, tapping the pillows that line your corner bed, offering her unfiltered, unadulterated access.
ellie wins the first round—covering your entire face in adoring pecks. she draws smitten giggles from you that surrender to moans the further her lips wander, growing greedier.
“ellie, ellie, ellie, ellie—” you rouse, voice husky.
she doesn’t want to stop, but your urgency slows her torrid rhythm. she’s so cute, pupils blown wide, in awe of all that is you.
in that look, you realize you need to match that energy.
you need to take what’s yours.
you seize the moment—her split-second softness—and, craning your neck and tucking your face into her shoulder, you shift the balance. you overcome ellie, getting on top and rolling her beneath you.
she lands back on the mattress, your weight pressing down to become one with her. ruffled tops bunch and slide, soon to be discarded. the blankets curl and shift as you drench her with kisses.
“wha—wha—” ellie breathes, a meek protest quickly lost to the choked pants that follow.
you pick up where she left off, only now on your terms—intent on painting her fair, freckled skin to show that you were there- that you’re who ellie belongs to.
not a problem. the girl bruises easy.
a mere press, a lingering second latched to her skin, and she blooms violet beneath your mouth.
you don’t make it any easier on her, though. in fact, you delight in every whimper torn from her throat as you flood her jaw and neck with attention—from nuzzles, smooches, and wet plops that coax marbled purple-red on her alabaster skin.
ellie’s back arches with each suckle as if she’s willing herself—begging—to be swallowed whole by you. she trembles when you mar her with nibbles—shocked wails when your teeth sink in, then relaxes when you soothe her with slow kitten licks to the spots you bit.
after some more intense, full-body shakes, you bring her back down from cloud nine.
“ssh, s’okay, easy, easy… i just wanna mark you as mine… you look beautiful with my marks on you…” you whisper, lips skimming ellie’s cheek as you loop back to the slow, affectionate brushing of your lips against hers.
ellie gradually starts to reciprocate, kissing you back as the aftershocks of your touches subside. her hands, once squeezing your hips and clawing at your back for dear life, start to ascend up your spine in a slow, comforting yet possessive way.
“well… if you get to mark me up,” she murmurs against your raw lips, her voice laced with renewed intensity, still a little breathless.
“i get to show the world you’re mine.”
her once twitchy fingers steady with purpose, threading into your hair as she pulls you close. her mouth—suddenly hot, newly demanding—finds the sensitive spot on your neck. her teeth nip. her tongue soothes.
then she trails kisses down the column of your throat, biting once. then again. and again—tiny, deliberate. spelling her name in soft, stinging imprints. you giggle at the ticklish contrast, lovedrunk on her mouth.
“mine,” ellie repeats, voice rough, raspy, needy against your skin. “fuckin’ mine-“
each kiss is a quiet, burning claim, continuing the tug-of-war you started. you’re intent on marking each other up. intent on being messily, endearingly, willingly claimed.
summary: “Oh, it’s hard to leave you when I get you everywhere”
an: Hi 😳. I know okay…I KNOW!!! It’s here, and it’s done, and Jesus Christ I seriously hope you like it. This series was soooo much fun but boy am I glad it’s finished. I have been sitting on this one for way too long, it’s about time it’s given to you all. You waited so patiently, and for that i am forever grateful. Enjoy darlings 🤍🤍🤍
warnings: MDNI!! 18+ fic!!, smut!, angst!, sub!Ellie bc she’s a fucking mess for this girl poor thing. Mentions of alcohol, tribbing, oral (Ellie!receiving), edging, Ellie is super duper soft in this one. Pls lmk if I missed anything!!!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Ellie could count on her hands the amount of times she’d been hung up over a girl.
There was that one time when she was really young. There was a girl in her class with the most mesmerizing hair, curls that bounced like coils every time she moved. Ellie was like 6 and had no idea how to navigate the puppy love crush she had on her classmate, so never truly said anything. That one always really sticks, since it was her first real crush and not some cartoon character.
Then there was another girl in her seventh grade science class. Ellie sat right behind her, and always got a whiff of her fruity smelling body spray. Ellie’s sure if she smelled it today she’d be transported to a time of puberty and skinny jeans. One day the girl turned around and asked Ellie for a pencil and she completely froze. Body spray girl stared at Ellie like she had three heads, confused as to why she’d suddenly turned into a statue with not even a shake of the head to her pencil request.
These awkward, unrequited crushes fizzled out once Ellie got the high school. She’d found herself in a way, straightened it her posture so she didn’t walk with a slouch, ditch her god awful permanent pony tail for a choppy bob, revamped her wardrobe, did all the things she had to do to feel comfortable in her own skin rather than trying to wear one she didn’t fit in.
In the process of all this, the girls at school found her too.
She was almost overwhelmed with the attention she started getting during her freshman year. Imagine her, poor thing practically shaking in her boots while the girls flocked her like moths to a flame in the girls bathroom while they changed for gym class, practically shoving their phones into Ellie’s chest to exchange phone numbers and social media tags.
The moment Ellie accepted it and actually decided to speak to these girls, she learned that she was in fact a natural born flirt. It had always been there, she’d just been too chicken shit to apply herself.
Your brother was there during all of this too, following along as they both left you in the dust, welcoming the attention they bother gained from their transformations over the summertime. It was like overnight, the dynamic duo suddenly ruled the school and had all the girls at their feet.
So yeah, it was all of two times and when it did happen, it was because she was still terrified of the way girls made her feel.
But god….none of that came close to what you were doing to her now.
She was an adult now, an adult who wasn’t interested in a relationship right now. It wasn’t like she was a slut or anything, she simply liked her freedom. She liked hanging out with her friends, she liked being able to go where she wanted without feeling obligated to tell a girl where she was or what she was doing. She didn’t want anyone breathing down her back every waking minute of her life.
So if that was true? Why the hell were you the only thing on her mind.
Sure…you’ve always been cute. You were always around, trailing behind Ellie and your brother, trying your best to keep up while simultaneously annoying the hell out of them to include you in whatever they were getting into that day. You were the textbook little sister, a brother and his best friends worst nightmare.
It got even worse when you started to get older.
You stopped trying to tag along, finding your own friends to occupy your time during weekends and summer break. You no longer trailed behind them all day, opting to ditch them for your own friends instead. In this time, you were getting over your own awkward phase. Finding yourself and what made you feel the most comfortable in your skin.
It was hard to ignore you. Ellie was only human after all, and a pretty girl was a pretty girl, which you were (very pretty might Ellie add). Ellie wasn’t the strongest soldier, so seeing you prance around your house in your cute little overalls and dresses was one of her hardest battles. And it wasn’t like Derek ever explicitly told her to back off of his little sister. Sure, Derek was protective, but you were your own person. If you and Ellie hit it off, then who was he to get in the way of that?
But that wasn’t even it. Derek didn’t have the slightest inkling that there were any feelings between you and Ellie, he had no room to think about that because of how much Ellie disliked you, or at least how much she seemed to dislike you.
That was all Ellie. She’d always brushed you off, even when you were little. That was mainly because no one ever really wants the annoying kid sister to bother them, however it went beyond that once you all got older. Ellie wasn’t annoyed, or uninterested in whatever it was that you had to say, she was downright cruel. Bitter and mean was an understatement, and she could see the way each and every mean word she shot your way only further cemented the perception that there would never be a world where you and her could survive.
Because she saw it. She saw it in the way your eyes would linger on her, or the way you’d smile brightly whenever you walked in with a fresh baked batch of cookies or whatever the hell it was you were baking. Just because you’d found a life of your own, it didn’t mean you stopped trying to wiggle your way into Ellie and your brothers festivities from time to time.
Ellie knew that you were trouble, and she wasn’t going to let you drag her down a path she knew she’d regret.
You were too sweet, too fucking kind. Ellie knew that if she indulge in you for even a second, you’d want something more than what she could give. She could see it in your eyes, even though you did little to give it away. Ellie could see through it all, and risking your feelings and the relationship with her best friend was something she didn’t want to even begin thinking of doing. Being a total bitch to you was the only answer that made sense to Ellie.
Never did a million years did Ellie think that during a routine summer trip back home, you’d come in and fuck all of that up for her.
Because now you’re on her mind all the time. Ellie dreams about you, she falls asleep thinking about you, she wakes up thinking about you, there really isn’t a time during the day that she isn’t thinking of you. It’s suffocating, and it drives her fucking crazy because all she can think about is when she can have you again, what plan she could orchestrate that will grant her the blessing that is you. She’d fly to the moon and back without a spacesuit on if it meant she could have you without the complications that came with it all.
You linger in the back of her mind, the smell of your skin wafting into her nostrils during random points in the day, times where you aren’t even near her. The feeling of your lips on hers is cemented into her brain, making her weak in the knees every time her eyes flutter shut and she’s able to make out the feeling of your sweet mouth pressed against hers. The shape of your body feels like a puzzle piece, slotted perfectly into hers and molding against her, making her feel like there really isn’t anywhere in the world she belongs more than she belongs with you.
Ellies never felt like this about anyone, and it’s fucking scare her.
It’s how she ended up here, sitting on the couch in your living room and waiting for you to come downstairs and explain yourself.
She saw red when she heard you through the door, your sweet moans contained by the thick walls of your bedroom. Ellie thinks back to when those moans were for her, when you she had you a whining mess beneath her, begging to cum. She remembers how pretty your eyes were when you tugged her down for a kiss, they were practically sparkling with a need that drove Ellie fucking insane.
Knowing that someone else was seeing you that way made her blood run cold.
She didn’t sleep a wink that night, storming down the stairs of your house and settling on your couch. She was like a statue, unmoving as she waited for the inevitable moment that you’d finally come downstairs. A small part of her hoped you’d kick Abby out the same way you kicked her out the last time you were together, seemingly chalking it up to you wanting to sleep in your bed alone.
But time continued to pass, and the sun began to seep into the big windows of your home, and that never happened.
No, you stayed up there with Abby all night. You couldn’t really bring yourself to turn her away after your night together. Her strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into her chest as her hand came up to gently stroke your hair as you fell asleep. It was blissful, the first night since your time with Ellie you were able to sleep with your mind free of the green eyed monster that had taken over your life.
Abby wakes you up with kisses to your neck, her hand slipping under the hem of your t shirt and stroking your bare skin gently as she pulls you out of your dreams. It’s almost too much, the warmth she brings overwhelming as she wakes you up. You dread the moment you’ll have to get up and walk her downstairs.
Little did you know, Abby leaving was the least of your worries.
The sound of your giggles breaks Ellie out of her various daydreams about how she’ll give you and Abby a piece of her mind. She ignores the way it makes her heart flutter, instead keeping her head straight as the sounds of your footsteps grow closer and closer.
“I should be free next Friday…I just need to make sure Derek doesn’t have any plans-“ your flirty words are abruptly stopped once you reach the bottom of the stairs and catch Ellie sitting on the couch.
“Ellie?” You call out softly, your lips tugging down into a gentle frown as you watch the girl staring blankly at the black tv screen.
She inhales deeply before finally standing up from the couch and turning around to watch you. Her appearance nearly makes you gasp, her eyes are low and dull, staring straight into your soul as her tattooed arms cross over her chest. Her tongue darts out slowly to wet her chapped lips before she exhales through her nose.
With the way she’s staring at you, you’re sure that whatever she’ll say next will be directed at you. Her stare is intense and it makes your stomach coil as you stare into her eyes, feeling like she’s judging you as she bores holes into your skull.
But to your surprise, she doesn’t.
Her state shifts behind to to Abby, who’s been silently standing behind you as she watches the awkward stare down between you and Ellie.
“The fuck are you doing here” Ellie spits out as she nods her chin towards the blonde, her words laced with a bitter tone that sends electricity down your spine.
Abby raises her eyebrows at the brunettes question, scoffing softly before she steps forward a bit so that she’s closer behind you. “Was just catching up with an old friend….I didn’t know I needed to call and update you on my every move, Williams” Abby teases, her tone far lighter and more playful than Ellie’s.
Ellie doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“Cool. All caught up then?” She bites back, eyes still laced with something that scares even you.
Abby’s tongue darts out to lick her lips, eyes still trained on Ellie. She then looks down at you, seeing how intently you’re staring at Ellie, anticipating her next move, silent as a mouse.
It doesn’t take much for Abby to now exactly what’s going on here.
She inhales deeply before she nods, her eyes dropping down to the ground before she speaks. “You’re right…I’m sure you’re very tired” Abby drawls out as she looks down at you, the smirk on her face matching the teasing tone in her voice.
Ellie feels like she’ll fucking break something right then and there.
Abby’s words make you stumble over your own. You blink quickly, practically bringing yourself back to life as you turn around to look up at her, giving her a quick nod paired with a small smile. “Yeah…yeah! I’ll uh….ill walk you out” you tell her, your hand going down to interlock your fingers with hers as you lead her to the door.
You open the door for her, inhaling deeply as she finally turns around and gives you a small smile. “Text me….ill come and pick you up on Friday” she promises, her words making your eyes go wide.
If her bold words weren’t enough to shock you, what she does next practically takes your breath away.
She leans down a bit, strong arm going around your waist and pulling you close as she presses a kiss to your mouth. It makes you gasp softly, eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small yelp which Abby swallows up happily, her hand toying with the silky fabric of your top.
When she finally breaks the kiss, she smiles down at you, her hand coming up and brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “I’ll see you later angel” she promises, blue eyes staring deeply into yours before they flicker up to Ellie, a taunting smirk on her lips as she stands up straight.
“I’ll see you around Williams” she promises, giving your waist a gentle squeeze before she finally leaves.
You’re too stunned to speak after all of that, the tension between the two women almost making you dizzy. The air was thick, and it made it hard to breathe especially when Abby kisses you like that in front of Ellie, taking the air right out of your lungs and into her own.
You don’t even want to look at Ellie right now.
She’s angry. Nostrils flared, eyes low, fists balled, she looks like she’s ready to fucking kill someone and you’re directly in her line of sight.
You can practically feel her eyes boring holes into the back of your head, and it makes your breath shaky as you struggle to figure out what to do, wondering whether or not you should turn around and face the girl behind you.
You decide that right now, you can’t.
You keep your head down as you turn around, trying your best to swiftly pass the girl to go up the stairs. You hope that this is just her being dumb and trying to cock block for the sake of it and nothing more, mainly because you aren’t entirely sure you could handle it if it were something more.
Right when you think you’re in the clear, you feel a familiar hand grab your arm tightly.
It makes you gasp softly, feeling as she pulls you to look at her instead of letting you go upstairs. You’re met with those same green eyes that were cemented into your memory, the ones that stared into yours as Ellie begged you to cum for her.
“What the fuck was that” Ellie’s voice is low as she stares into your eyes, grip tightening around your arm as she licks her dry lips.
You stumble over your words, her intense stare turning you into a stuttering mess as you shake your head quickly. “I…what was what Ellie? I don’t-“ she’s quick to cut you off.
“Don’t be stupid. Why the fuck did you choose her” the word falls from her lips like venom, the green eyed girl practically seething it out as she interrogates you.
“You did it on purpose didn’t you…you know how much I fucking hate her, so you wanted to get back at me” she accuses as she gets closer, backing you up into a wall, her body nearly pressed against yours.
Your brain practically short circuits.
Because Abby is your friend, a good friend of yours that you’d had for a large portion of your life so far. She was kind and funny and if you had to admit, you were a little shocked that you two had ended up sleeping together.
But never in a million years did you think that Abby and Ellie had some sort of infamous feud.
Your eyebrows furrow softly as you stare up at her in confusion. “On purpose? Ellie what the fuck are you talking about?” You bark back, suddenly feeling hurt over the girls accusations of you.
She chuckles softly as she nods slowly. “We both knew what you were doing…needed some attention huh? You know you didn’t need to do all of this to get it…” she hums out softly, her bottom lip tugging underneath her teeth as her hand lets go of your arms, and falls down to your waist.
Usually, this would’ve had your head spinning. And while it does make you dizzy, it isn’t at all for the reasons it would have before.
Ellie is fucking with your head at this point.
“Get the fuck off of me Ellie” you sigh out as you roughly push her off of you, allowing you to quickly slip past her body and run up the stairs before she can stop you.
You miss the shocked expression on Ellie’s face when you slip passed her, your feet padding along the wooden steps as you make your way up to your bedroom. She wasn’t entirely sure how you’d react to the quick shift in the conversation, having her going from accusing you to fucking Abby just to get to her, to trying to get it in with you right after.
You’ve had enough at this point. Ellie makes your head spin in the worst fucking way and you know that if you let her in again, you’ll never be able to put an end to whatever fucked up mind tricks she kept playing on you.
Things between you and Ellie had to stop, and you were going to be the one to put an end to it.
Ellie has fucked up in her life….a lot.
And who doesn’t, right? Humans make mistakes, not everyone’s perfect, that much is true. Ellie wasn’t perfect, which she was entirely okay with of course. She didn’t strive to be perfect, she didn’t put those expectations on herself or allowed anyone in her life to expect that of her either. She was a good friend, a great daughter, well rounded student, hard worker, all of the things that really mattered she had checked off.
But man….had she fucked things up royally with you.
Here she was, thinking she could keep you both in a never ending loop of sex and awkward interactions, top it off with some uncomfortable conversations here and there that would most likely turn into screaming matches, and that was enough.
Even though she knew it wasn’t.
You were too good for that. You were too good for the fucked up cycle that she’d created for the two of you. You deserved so much more. You deserved the fucking world served on a silver platter, any and every good thing should’ve been handed to you the moment you asked for it. Ellie had made your life a living hell since you were a kid and yet you still went out of your way to be cordial with her, never letting that sweet persona of yours drop even for an asshole like her.
Ellie fucked up a lot, but she wasn’t an idiot.
She knew why she did what she did, she wasn’t unaware of her own actions. She didn’t need a therapist to read her to absolute filth to get the answers behind why you were so cruel, it was simple.
Ellie hated the way you made her feel.
She hated the thoughts she had of you. She hated the way you lingered in her mind, your voice playing over and over again in her head, giving her no room to escape the absolute lullaby that was you. She hated how much she felt for you, realizing just how much you’d been lingering in her mind before now, even if she didn’t even realize it.
She hated that she’d never thought about a girl the way she thought about you. She hated the way she yearned for your skin against hers. She hated the way you could walk into her bedroom right now, and she’d get on her knees and beg for forgiveness.
What she hated the most though? Was the look in your eyes the last time she was staring into them.
You looked….disgusted. Utterly appalled with Ellie’s behavior, shocked that she’d even think you’d let her touch you again.
Yeah. That one was one for the books.
Ellie didn’t even know you were capable of looking so put off by someone. You were always so kind, so understanding, and you’d welcomed her happily every time she tried going to you this summer.
It seemed she’d crossed a line that she couldn’t get back over.
She didn’t even think it was going to be that bad. Sure, maybe you’d be pissed off with her for a few days, but you never held a grudge. After a day or two, you were back to your normal, bubbly self. That’s how things normally was, that’s how they’d been over the course of the summer so far for the most part.
Not this time.
Ellie almost wondered if you’d give yourself some time away from her like you’d done in the past, locking yourself away in your bedroom until you were ready to come out again. She figured this was your way of decompressing, not for a second giving anymore thought to the fact that you were in fact decompressing from her.
She was shocked when she saw you roaming around the house the next morning, bright and early before either herself or your brother were awake.
In true Ellie fashion, she pretends like she doesn’t see you.
Mainly because she doesn’t really know what to make of the situation yet. She doesn’t know where you stand, how you’ll react towards her, and clearly you’re calling the shots in this situation now because how you’re handling this plays a big part in how Ellie will handle it.
That morning, she watches you from the corner of her eyes. You go on as if you’re the only one there, your headphones covering your ears as you hum softly to the music playing through them, a song Ellie can barely make out over the gentle sound of bacon and eggs sizzling in the pan you’re working on.
The sound of your sugary voice jumping back and forth between humming the melody of the song you’re listening to, and softly mumbling the lyrics makes Ellie’s heart jump. There’s something so domestic about seeing you this way, and Ellie can’t stop the way her mind drifts off to a place in the nearby future. A place where you’re wearing your cute pajamas, sock clad feet padding along the wooden floor as music plays softly throughout the kitchen, aiding you in your morning routine of making breakfast for both you and her. She imagines wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her chest as she presses loving kisses to your neck, the smell of your flowery shampoo filling her nose and making her head spin, hands toying with the soft material of your sleep shirt. She imagines resting her chin on your shoulder as she eyes whatever is it you’re making for the two of you, asking if she can help in any way. She imagines the way you sway against her, the feeling of your body alone making her feel complete, making her feel like the only place that could ever be called home is you-
The sound of your back door slamming loudly snaps her out of her homey day dreams of the two of you.
The sound makes her flinch, and she can see from her spot on the couch that in the time she was having silly little fantasies about you, you’d finished cooking, plated up your food, and retreated out to the back without saying a single word.
Not so much as a look was sent Ellie’s way from you that morning, which was a side of you that she’d never seen.
You tended to hide away from the world whenever you were angry or upset, keeping that side of yourself private rather than being open with the person that made you feel that way. Ellie was an expert in that, you’d ran away from her too many times to count within the time that she’d known you. She never truly saw you angry at her, or at anyone. You gave yourself time to burn off that anger and simmer down before returning back to the you that everyone was the most familiar with.
The week after the whole Abby situation was filled with moments like that. You lived your life as if Ellie didn’t exist. Gone were the annoyed little huffs you’d give her, or the bratty eye rolls that you’d make sure she’d see whenever she got on your nerves. Those were all things of the past. It was like Ellie was a ghost, living in a reality where she didn’t exist to you. Ellie could be on fire in the middle of your living room and you wouldn’t bat an eye, instead busying yourself with talking on the phone with your friends from college or texting Abby.
Yeah, that was the nail in the coffin with all of this.
Ellie would lay in her bed night after night, straining to listening to the sound of your soft giggles paired with Abby’s voice coming in through the speaker of your phone. Ellie quickly realized that she doesn’t think she’s ever heard you laugh that way with her.
Ever.
Ellie wasn’t an idiot. She was emotionally mature….for the most part. She knew that regardless of how she felt, she wronged you. Before the Abby thing, this entire summer had been filled with different occasions of her being a total dick to you, and you didn’t deserve any of that.
Ellie knew that if she was going to get anywhere with you, she needed to apologize first.
She does it about a week later. At that point it’s been the longest since she’s spoken to you the whole summer and she’s going slightly insane. It’s raining, so you all decided to stay in. She waited in her room, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as she stared up at the ceiling, waiting for you to get out of the shower and go back to your room.
The sound of the water turning off lets her know you’re finished. She gives you a moment, wanting you to be dressed by the time she goes over. After some time passes, she takes a deep inhale before she pushes herself up onto her feet so she can make your way to your bedroom.
It’s pathetic because she can’t remember the last time she was this nervous. She sure as hell wasn’t this nervous when she was sneaking into your room to get you off a few weeks ago. All she was doing was going to talk to you and she could hear her fucking heartbeat in her ear.
Soon she’s in front of your door, taking a deep inhale before her tattooed hand comes up to rap it.
You perk up at the sound, your eyes drifting over to your door. You furrow your brows in confusion, opening your messages to see if you’d missed any texts from your brother to prompt him to visit you in your room instead. You see you have no messages, for a moment wondering if you should get up and open it. On any other given day you probably would have, but the extra guest in your house made the likeliness of it being your brother go down to about half.
You sit up in your bed, facing your door before calling out. “Who is it?” You question wearily.
Your voice makes Ellie tense up, and she inhales deeply before she speaks. “I…it’s me…can we talk?” She breaths out, her nerves forcing her voice to go shaky, making her clear her throat once she’s spoken.
There’s silence on the other end, and Ellie isn’t entirely sure how to take it. She inhales deeply before speaking again. “I know I’ve been a dick but just…I can’t apologize through a door…come on” she pleads with you once more, only for her words to be in vain once she’s met with even more deafening silence.
It makes her stomach churn, and she knows she has limited options here. She blinks a few times before her hand wraps around the doorknob, checking to see if she’s able to twist it open. Once she feels the familiar feeling of the knob turning, she’s filled with a temporary sense of relief. “Fuck it…I’m coming it” she announces, turning the knob fully before pushing the door open.
She finds you on your bed, completely unbothered as you scroll through your phone mindlessly. Ellie licks her lips as she takes you in, acting almost as if she wasn’t even in your bedroom, going about your business as you were prior to her being there.
“Can you just look at me when I’m talking to you? That’s all I’m asking for here” she begs, arms crossing over her chest as she stares down at your form in your bed.
Ellie thinks she’s dreaming when she finally hears a gentle huff leave your lips. You toss your phone to the side before pushing your blanket off your legs and move to sit up. You sit criss crossed as you give her an unamused look, a gentle frown on your lips as your eyes practically beg her to get on with what she has to say.
She blinked a few times in shock, her heart nearly beating out of her chest when she sees you’re finally looking at her. She inhales deeply before speaking again. “Look…I’m sorry, okay? For all of it. I’m sorry for being so shitty to you when we were kids and…and I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting this summer, you don’t deserve any of that shit. And I’m sorry for the Abby thing…she’s a fucking bitch but I shouldn’t have did what I did. And….and” she stutters, struggling to pinpoint where else she’s failed so she can apologize, the words she’s looking for hanging on the tip of her tongue as she runs her hand through her hair.
“And I’m sorry being so fucking mean to you all the time” she breaths out, her face flushed as she stares into your eyes, chest rising and falling as she comes down from her rant.
All you do is give her that same unamused look, let out a gentle sigh before moving to lay back down into your bed, taking your phone into your hand and going back to whatever you were doing prior.
“Cool. You can leave now” you hum out casually before turning on your side, tugging your blanket further over your shoulder, practically shielding you from her gaze.
Ellie is dumbfounded, like hanging agape as she stares at you in disbelief. She’d just poured her entire heart out to you, letting you in on the mental turmoil she’d been experiencing this past summer that was putting her quite literally out of her mind…
And you didn’t even care.
“Are you…are you fucking kidding me right now?” She scoffed out in utter shock, her hand going up to run through her auburn locks as she looked around your bedroom, almost as if she were looking for the hidden cameras that would prove this is all a sick joke.
“I just gave you the apology of my fucking life and all you have to say is…is cool??” She breaths out in disbelief, staring down at you laid comfortably on your bed, cuddled up beneath your plush blankets as if she weren’t even there.
Ellie watches as your eyes drift over to hers for only a minute before they’re settled back onto the soft glow emitting from your phone screen, a gentle sigh leaving your lips before you sigh.
“Thanks for apologizing. You can leave now” you dismiss her once again, yet another confirmation from your end that you certainly were not interested in what Ellie had to say.
Her brows furrow, green eyes staring angrily down at you, nostrils flared as she feels herself growing angrier and angrier. She doesn’t really think when she moves next, her anger is doing all the work for her.
You go from feeling the warmth of your blankets on your skin, to your bare legs being exposed to the cold air in your dim bedroom. It makes you gasp, your eyes immediately going up to Ellie who’s just yanked your blanket off of your body, staring down at you expectantly.
You were going to acknowledge her, whether you liked it or not.
You scoff, tossing your phone to the side before you swing your legs off of your bed, and stand up so you’re now face to face with the green eyed demon that had bene ruining your life since you were a young girl.
This needed to end now.
“You think that just because you barge in here and give me some half ass apology, that you’re suddenly entitled to my attention? To my forgiveness?” You question, words rolling off your tongue like venom. You don’t give her time to respond, your chest slowly rising and falling at a quicker pace as you feel yourself getting angrier and angrier by the second.
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot, Ellie? Do you seriously think I can’t see right through this little game you have? The second you realize I can give my time to someone else who’s actually worthy of it, you feel like you’re suddenly in the position to force me to acknowledge you. What about Hazel? Hm? Was I allowed to question you for the girl you were with? Or how about when she humiliated me in front of everyone multiple times, was I in the position to demand an apology?” You question her once more before you let out an unamused laugh, your hand coming up to tuck a stand of hair behind your ear before you inhale deeply.
“If you think that all the shit you’ve put me through will ever be undone by one sorry ass apology and the excuse of you being bad with your feelings, you’re gonna have a rude awakening Ellie” you finally sigh out gently, slipping past her and making your way to your bedroom door and opening it.
“Get out and don’t speak to me for the rest of the summer” you finalize, standing at the door as you wait for her to leave your bedroom.
Ellie doesn’t really know what to say, mainly because she’s never seen this side of you. You’re always so sweet, and quiet. Even after everything that she’d said and done to you, before this summer and after, you’d never said anything like this to her, or anyone for that matter.
The look in your eyes is what does it for her, it’s what proves to her you’re not just all bark and no bite, because you’re looking at Ellie like….
Like you’re disgusted by her.
You see a side of Ellie you’d never seen that night either, because Ellie is hot headed and has a horrible temper. You expected her to not go down without a fight, going back and forth with you until you were both blue in the face. In all honesty you had a list of things ready to throw back at her when you knew she’d refuse to leave at your first request.
But she doesn’t. She stares at you for a moment, green eyes studying your face and body intently as if she was going to say something. She doesn’t, all she does is storm out of your room, footsteps angry against your floorboards as she slips past you.
When she’s gone, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, shoulders that were once strong and confident slumping over when you let out a deep breath, one you’d seemingly held in the moment Ellie walked into your room. You tried to keep your composure around her, you’d rather die than show her how much control she had over you, how deeply she’d settled into your bones, made it nearly impossible to do anything or be anywhere without thinking of her.
Ellie was losing her mind, to say the least
You’d made yourself almost completely sparse throughout the spacious home ever since then. You’d leave the house before anyone woke up, and you’d come home after everyone went to sleep.
There was one night in particular however, where Ellie had decided to stay home from a party everyone was going out to. It was a sorry attempt at trying to talk to you again, but she could only hope that whatever you were out doing tired you out enough to at least give her a moment to hear her out. She remembers how dark the house was that night, how quiet it was. There was a blue-ish glow emitting from the large tv in your living room, the sound of the game controller clicking gently as she tapped away at the buttons. It was late, and she was slowly losing hope that you’d come home. She didn’t want to think about that much, because you not coming home only meant one thing, and Ellie’s confused little heart truly could not handle that mental image right now.
Sometime within the night she ends up drifting off to sleep, eyes growing heavy as the pause screen stares back at her, gentle music from the video game only aiding in lulling her to sleep.
The noise of the front door paired with the melodic sound of your soft giggles is what brings her from it, green eyes slowly blinking open as she hears you clumsily kick your boots off, the heavy material thudding against the wooden floorboards as you let out a gentle groan.
“Shit…fuck…” you giggle out softly as you brace against the closet door, lazily kicking your shoes into the closet before tugging your jacket off and shoving it onto a random hanger. Ellie can tell from the way you’re giggling and talking to yourself that you’re drunk, it makes her sit up, the girl rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she adjusts the hoodie hugging her body.
Her breath gets caught in her throat when she sees you stop in front of the living room, head tilting the side in confusion as you watch the girl sitting there in your living room. It doesn’t help that you look stunning either, there’s something about how messy your hair is, a few strands falling over your shoulder, others framing your face beautifully. The dress you’re wearing hugs your body perfectly, the color complimenting your skin tone so well it was almost like it was made for you.
She’s staring so hard she doesn’t realize that you’re taking to her.
“What?” She practically chokes out, the girl completely taken aback over the fact that you’re actually…speaking to her?
You have to hold back a giggle at her reaction. Maybe it was the fact that you were drunk, or that you’d had a great time with at the party you were at, but you were able to put your annoyance for Ellie to the side for just a moment so your curiosity could take over instead. You knew your brother was going to a party tonight, and Ellie skipping out on a night out and staying home was like a fish saying he preferred his fish tank over the big blue ocean.
Or…maybe you missed Ellie.
“I said…what are you doing here? You didn’t wanna go with Derek?” You breath out, slowly making your way over to the girl. Soon you’re standing over her as she sits on the couch, big green eyes staring up at you in childlike wonder. It’s almost endearing how dumbfounded she is over you doing something as simple as speaking to her.
If anyone told you Ellie would be acting like this with you a few months ago, you’d tell them to kick rocks.
Ellie’s head is spinning when you’re this close, because she can smell your perfume lingering from your skin…god your skin, you look so soft, so inviting and warm. Her memories grew fuzzier and fuzzier with each growing day, and she was almost forgetting that she had you the way she wanted you at one point, moaning underneath her, begging for her while her hands were given your skin to squeeze and hold however she pleased.
“I…I um…” she stuttered, unable to find the words to say. Even if she could, what was she supposed to tell you. Was she supposed to tell you the truth? That she’d stayed home to wait up for you? To get this exact moment that she so desperately wanted? However now that she had it she was acting like she’d never talked to a girl in her entire life.
You hum softly, giving her a nod as if you understood the nonsense she was speaking completely. “You should go to bed…it’s late” you mumble out as you lift your head and turn to look at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was well past five in the morning. You both needed to sleep.
That’s when Ellie sees it, the standing lamp in the living room is dull, but the warm glow allows her to make out the deep purple marks littering your pretty neck, a hungry mouth latching onto your skin and marking you for the world to see.
God, it makes Ellie feel fucking sick to see that shit.
She licks her lips, ready to speak, ready to ask about who those are from even though deep down she already knows, and she knows that even if you do tell her, it won’t make anything better.
But she can’t because you’re looking down at her again with those pretty eyes of yours, the remaining lip liner fading away from your lips, leaving a pretty red tint to your soft lips. It’s been kissed away and that drives Ellie even closer to the brink of insanity.
“Goodnight Ellie…” you hum out, voice soft and gentle as you give her a half smile before you stumble off to bed, sure to peel your dress off and tuck yourself into bed only to sleep off the remaining lust and liquor that lingered in your system, unable to remember anything that was said to her when you wake up.
That little glimpse of you, of how she remembers you is what forces Ellie to hang onto you even more, even after you demanded she stop speaking to you for the rest of the summer. A moment of softness between the two of you had her groaning, shoving her face into her pillow as she yearned for more of it, more of you.
It was psychological warfare, and you didn’t even know what you were doing to her.
She doesn’t expect for that to be a peace offering from your end. She knows it was a one off, it was simply a time and place sort of thing. You were too drunk and sleepy to remember the anger you had for Ellie, and you being the kind person you are, was worried about her going to bed at a reasonable time.
Ellie hangs onto that night though, because as delusional as it makes her sound, it gives her hope.
She thinks about it particularly when your brother is sat on the edge of her bed, a loud groan emitting from his lips as he falls back into the soft mattress.
“Dude what is going on with you? You’ve flaked on like…the last three parties” your brother complains, his head tilting back to look at his best friend.
He finds her deep in thought, the brunette sighing softly as she shrugs while staring up at the ceiling above her. “I dunno…I just…haven’t really been in the mood to go out.” She lies with a gentle sigh. Well…it wasn’t entirely a lie. She really didn’t feel like going out, however it was why she didn’t feel like going out that she was leaving out of her responses to her best friend.
Telling your brother that you’re the reason she didn’t want to go out wasn’t exactly the smartest idea.
Derek groaned softly before he propped himself up onto his palms, letting out a low groan before he shook his head.
“I really need you tonight man…If you don’t go then that means it’s just me again and Hazels being a bitch about you not coming, on top of that I’m pretty sure my little sister is coming and I’m seriously going to need some help keeping those two from killing each other-“ Ellie is quick to cut your brother off the second he mentions you. She perks up immediately, the girl sitting up from her bed and eyeing your brother intently.
“Your sister is going tonight?” She’s quick to ask, so quick in fact that it catches your brother off guard. He stares at her for a moment, silently blinking as he watches the girl before he nods slowly.
“I…yeah? Why wouldn’t she go?” He questions genuinely.
It was almost incredible how oblivious your brother was to the tension between you and Ellie.
Her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips before she speaks once more. “You know what…you’re right. I haven’t gone out in a while…” she nods slowly before she swings her feet over the bed, quickly going over to her closet and rummaging through her clothes to pick out an outfit. “Get out. I need to shower and start getting ready.” She says as she begins zooming throughout her room to get dressed.
Derek watches his best friend almost in a trance. He was ready to beg her to come out at least five more times before he got shut down and inevitably kicked out of her bedroom, but he was not at all expecting her to jump up at the mere mention of going out.
Huh…maybe she was just…feeling tired?
Ellie let’s put another sigh as she turns around, hands placed on her hips as she gives your brother an annoyed look as she shrugs her shoulders. “I said get out man” she says once more. Your words seemingly finally register in your brothers head as he gives a quick nod, quickly jumping up from her bed. “Right! Yes…yeah I’m going….we leave in an hour alright?” He reminds her with an excited grin before finally leaving the girls bedroom.
Ellie usually tries to put in her best effort when going out, wanting to look good for any one she’d happen to run into, that wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. But tonight? Knowing you’d be there? She found herself struggling to wear something good, something that would make her feel confident, something that….
Something you’d like.
She saw the way you looked at her whenever she showed some skin, the way your eyes lingered whenever her tattoos were on full display for the old to see. Your eyes would linger on her inked skin whenever she had them out, so she knew for a fact she needed to show those off tonight. She settles on a pair of baggy jeans that rest low on her hips, and a fitted t shirt that allowed a sliver of her hips to peak out from beneath it. She lets out a soft huff as she runs her fingers through her hair, making sure she was happy with her appearance in the mirror before she started making her way downstairs.
Tonight’s different, because instead of everyone meeting at your house, it’s just Derek standing in the kitchen as he works on some drinks to pregame with.
3 drinks to be exact.
Ellie hums out softly as she makes her way to the island he’s set up at, palms resting against the cool marble as she eyes the concoction your brother works on.
“Just the three of us tonight?” Ellie hums out as she grabs a bottle of tequila, eyeing the label before she sets it back down. Derek hums softly as he nods, pouring what he’s working on into three red solo cups.
“Yeah, everyone else is just gonna meet at the club…it’s easier that way” he explains before he passes Ellie one of the cups, bringing one to his own lips as well as he eyes his friend. “Hazels coming though…she’s been asking about you for weeks man” he smirks out as he takes a sip of the drink.
Ellie practically winces at the mention of the girls name, but plays it off as the drink getting to her instead. She lets out a low groan before she shrugs. “Yeah man I…I don’t think I’m feeling her anymore” she explains, taking another sip of her drink.
Derek raises his brows at the girls words before he chuckles softly. “Oh? That’s new. You were talking about her the entire drive down here…” he quips before he takes another sip. “Got your eye on someone else?” He questions, giving the girl time to respond.
That makes a chill run down Ellie’s spine, because it’s comical how aware yet oblivious your brother is to the entire situation. She opens her mouth to respond, on the brink of actually telling him and admitting to herself that it’s you she has her eyes on, it’s you that has her so absolutely torn up she can barely get out of bed and be productive during the day because of how much she’s fucked up. It’s all you and she can barely fucking function without-
The familiar patter of your feet against the stairs has her thoughts cut in half.
You’re humming gently to yourself, hair styled perfectly when you come into view, denim shorts hugging your frame, wrapping around your hips and thighs as if your body was the only one in mind when they were made. Your pink top is such a pretty, shimmer material, the light catches different patterns on it and it looks like you’re practically glowing. Your lips are glossy, shimmery and pretty, it makes Ellie’s head fucking spin.
God, she’s so obsessed with you.
You give Derek a small smile as you slip past Ellie as if she wasn’t even there, standing beside him as you reach out to point towards the remaining solo cup. “This one for me?” You question, Derek nods as he slides the cup towards you. “Yes ma’am. Made sure to use tequila instead of vodka tonight, didn’t want to upset the princess” he mocks, patting your head gently which makes you roll your eyes as you nudge him gently. “Vodkas fucking gross. You guys are insane for guzzling that shit” you sigh out softly before you take a sip of your drink, a gentle hum leaving your lips as you give a nod of approval. “It’s good, thanks” you give your brother a soft smile as you thank him before you take another sip.
A blanket of silence falls over the three of you, Ellie’s eyes are practically glued to you as she eyes you closely, taking in your every move as her eyes linger on yours. You’re trying your best not to give into it, because you’d be able to feel those green eyes boring holes into your face even if the room were pitch black.
You let out a soft sigh before you quickly throw back the rest of your drink, not wanting to prolong things anymore or give Ellie any openings to ask you any questions in front of your brother.
“I’ll get the uber tonight, you guys can buy me drinks at the club” you hum out casually as you tug your phone out of your back pocket, mindlessly tucking your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you tap along your screen to call for the uber. Ellie’s eyes never leave your lips after this, zeroing in on the gloss painting your bottom lip while you focus on your screen.
God, tonight was going to be long.
It all happens in the blink of an eye. One moment Ellie is sat in the back of the uber with your brother, listening to you and him chatting back and forth with the uber driver. You were both always so friendly in that sense, sharing a sort of charm that she’d only ever really seen in the two of you. You were almost like twins in that sense, sharing that same charismatic, friendly, almost annoyingly likable personality. The moment either of you walked into a room, all eyes were always on either of you.
Then the next, you’re trailing behind her and your brother as they lead you both to the rest of their friends at the club. Ellie is so locked in on the idea of you, thinking of how she’d be able to get a moment with you, that she hardly realizes Hazel is squealing and practically jumping out of her spot in the booth and into her arms.
“Ellie! Where have you been!” She whines softly, pulling back and practically smashing her lips against Ellie’s before she’s given a chance to respond.
Ellie’s eyes go wide at the gesture, completely caught off guard by her forwardness. She places her hands on her hips, gently tugging her off of her body as she breaks the kiss, which is only met with an annoyed whine from Hazel. Ellie catches onto it, making out the image of the girls expression through the dim lighting of the club. She licks her lips, staring into the girls eyes for a moment before she turns her head to find you, suddenly only concerned with whether or not you just saw that.
When she does spot you, your eyes are already on the pair from your spot in the booth, snuggled between two of Ellie’s friends that are far too concerned with taking shots and laughing about whatever the hell they were talking about to notice the pouting girl in between them.
The moment you realize Ellie catches your gaze, you’re gently tapping the shoulder of your brothers friend, giving him a gentle smile as you ask him to scoot out of the booth so you could get out, wanting to head to the bar for a drink.
Ellie’s eyes linger on yours as she watches you leave, slowly losing you as you slip in between the crowded club to make your way to the bar. Hazel notices too, whining softly as her manicured fingers cup Ellie’s face, pulling her back to look at her instead of you. “What are you looking at? Didn’t you miss me?” She questions once more, the girl clearly getting more annoyed with the lack of response from Ellie’s end.
Ellie furrows her eyebrows as she lets out a sigh, looking away from the girl for a moment before she opens her mouth to speak. “Look Hazel…I’ve been thinking a lot and I just feel like-“ Hazel cuts her off with a soft huff as she shakes her head, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s neck as she leans in to press another kiss to her lips. “You just need another drink. I’ll ask Derek to grab us something, then we can dance, okay baby?” She promises with a reassuring smile before leaning in and pressing another kiss to her lips, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before she set off to find your brother.
Ellie let’s put an annoyed groan, tattooed hands running down her face as she watches Hazel completely disregard what she was saying, more so interested in following whatever narrative she had instead.
Why the fuck did Ellie ever like that girl to begin with.
Ellie tries her hardest to find you all night, but for some reason looking for you in that club was like trying to find a needle in the biggest haystack ever. Between Hazel clinging to her like a fly on a trap, to her friend group trying their best to catch her up on what she’d missed the last few outings they’d been on, Ellie felt like she was being pulled in ten different directions when all she wanted was a moment alone with you.
Ellie sees a fleeting moment when Hazel excuses herself to go to the bathroom and most of her friends have either found their way on the dance floor, or to the bar. Unfortunately for her, she’s already pretty tipsy at that point. Between her friends and Hazel, everyone wanted to show how much they’d missed her by showering her in alcohol.
Who knows, maybe the liquor is what she needed to finally face you.
She stumbles out of the booth you’d all been sat at, sighing softly as she made her way through the sea of people in search of you. She starts by looking for at the bar, then near the bathroom line. When she finds you’re neither there nor here, she inhales deeply as she makes her way to the dance floor.
Ellie wonder how it had been so hard to find you earlier, chalking it up to you most likely hiding from her, because as soon as she makes her way onto the dance floor, it’s almost like there’s a spotlight on you.
Your shirt dances in the multi-colored nights of the club, making you look almost magical. Your body moves like water to the music, hair swaying against your back as you put your hands up into the air and sway your hips without a single care in the world.
Ellie’s mouth goes dry at the sight of you, her drunk brain wishing for nothing more than to be able to call someone as beautiful as you, hers.
She licks her lips, walking into your direction. Her arms reach out for you, her hand coming down to rest against your waist as she leans in to talk into your ear over the loud music.
“Hey…can we um…can talk?” She shouts, giving your waist a gentle squeeze as if to give you a silent attempt at getting you to come with her.
You furrow your brows when you feel someone approach you, already exhausted from fighting off countless idiots that tried to dance with you. You just wanted to be alone and enjoy the music as if no one was watching. The drinks were good, the music was even better, and after how this summer had been going? Some alone time would do you good.
But Ellie clearly had other plans.
You want to ignore her, you want to put her in her place like you did in your bedroom that night. She deserves it, you know she deserves it, she knows she deserves it, and it’s about time you stand up for yourself within this fucked up situation you’d found yourself in with Ellie.
But that look in her pretty green eyes is so damn pitiful, you aren’t sure you can deny her anymore. After all, there’s still that little piece of you that’s so damn weak for Ellie.
You let out a gentle sigh, turning to look into the girls eyes before you give her a nod, knowing that denying her will only make her fight harder. You nod your head towards one of the stairs of the club, leading her up them.
Soon you two reach the rooftop patio of the club. The vibe is a bit less stuffy, and you spot an empty sofa near a corner where you think is a good spot for you two to speak.
You let out a gentle sigh as you sit down, patting the spot next to you for the girl to sit down.
The rooftop faces the beach, the cool sea breeze wafting against your warm skin. It’s a nice contrast from the hot, sticky club. If it wasn’t for the awkward circumstances, you think it would be a sweet place to bring Ellie up to.
You’re the first to speak despite Ellie asking to talk to you, a soft hum leaving your lips before the words leave your mouth. “Didn’t know you were still with Hazel….s’bit hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” You mumble out softly, your leg crossing over your knee as you wrap your arms around your own arms, staring out at the crashing waves before you.
Ellie blinks a few times at your words, the girl still a bit dumbfounded that she somehow got you out here to even speak to her in the first place. She doesn’t at all expect you to speak first, but your words make her frown gently.
“We aren’t together…we never were” she mumbles out softly, ignoring your other words as she lets out a gentle sigh.
“I don’t know how many times you want me to say sorry…I know I was wrong, okay? If I could take it back, I would” she sighs out, her back slumping into the couch as she spreads her jean clad legs, hands running down her face as she lets out an irritated sigh.
You scoff gently before you finally look over at her. “Even if I do forgive you Ellie, what do you want from me? Am I supposed to believe that after years of making my life hell, you suddenly give a fuck about me? Can’t you see how this is a little hard to believe?” You explain gently, your anger clearly having subsided since the last time you both spoke about this.
You sigh softly before you turn away from her, speaking once more. “You just want me because you can’t have me. You’ll get over this the second the summers over” you say to her, sounding almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than you were her.
Ellie perks up at this, staring at the side of your face as you refuse to look at her. “You can’t be serious” she deadpans, the girl sitting up and resting her elbows on her knees as she cranes her neck down to look at you.
“I don’t get it either, okay? You’ve always been this…thing in my life that was so out of touch. I never even thought to think of you that way no matter how fucking irresistible you are. I knew crossing that line wouldn’t get me anywhere good but…fuck I didn’t think it would be this bad” she explains, her own eyes scanning out onto the rolling seas out on the horizon, giving herself a moment to think over her words.
She licks her lips for a moment before she sighs, finally looking back at you.
“What I do know, is that…I can’t get enough of you. And I’m willing to do whatever I can to prove that to you” She practically begs, her words filled with a sense of something you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard from Ellie before. It’s something mixed with desperation, pleading, honesty….
Longing
It makes your stomach turn and your chest burn with something for her you’d been ignoring the entire summer, your entire life even. You inhale deeply as you finally state into her green eyes that are staring desperately into yours, your tongue darting out to lick your lips before you finally speak. “Anything?” You question, your voice above a whisper as the word leave your mouth carefully.
It all happens in a blur, one moment Ellie is nodding eagerly at your question, the next, your dragging her out of the club, slipping past the mountain of sweaty people and quickly catching a cab, and the next thing Ellie knows…
She’s being dragged up to your bedroom.
Ellie feels like her head is spinning when you press your body against hers, soft mouth molding against hers as your hands wrap loosely around her neck. You taste of cherry lipgloss and mint, your soft tongue rubbing against Ellie’s makes her heart swell because she wasn’t sure she’d ever get the privilege of feeling you this way again.
Her hands roam your body, fingers sliding into the belt loops of your shorts as she pulls you flush against her body, needing desperately to feel you against her in every way possible.
You sigh against her, turning the both of you around as you begin leading her back towards your bed. She feels your palms press against her chest, forcing her back so she’s now sitting on your bed.
The sight of you above her makes her head swing, it makes Ellie tug her bottom lip between her teeth as her hands slide around the backs of your knees, pulling you closer as she spreads her legs for you to stand between them. “Missed you so much baby….more than you know…” she sighs out, eyes never leaving yours as one of her hands slides against your top, pushing it up as she presses her lips against your hips, leaving the lightest kisses.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch her. Her stare is intense, the look in her eyes telling you everything that you ever needed to know without a single word.
She was yours for the taking.
You inhale deeply as your hand comes down to Ellie’s hair, running your fingers through the silky strands for a moment before you tuck a strand behind her ear gently, tilting your head to the side as you watch her nip and suck at your skin.
“Such a pretty girl….” You hum out softly, your words making Ellie’s eyes flutter shut as they earn a gentle squeeze to your hips, her tongue swirling against your skin as her teeth come down to tug at the waistband of your jean shorts.
“But you need to be taught a lesson, Ellie….” You finish, words trailing off as they hang in the air. They excite Ellie, despite not knowing the extent of them. The fact that you have her here alone is enough for her, and she’ll do whatever the hell you want her to, to keep this going.
“Do whatever you want to me…I told you…I’ll do anything for you” she sighs out almost obediently, needy hands gripping your hips tighter just to keep you close.
Your hand goes from gently stroking her hair to taking a fistful of it, tugging it back to pull her away from your skin, forcing her to look up at you. It earns a needy whine from the girl, pink tongue darting out to lick her lips as she stares up at you almost in awe, watching as you handled her with a sense of wonder in her eyes.
“Good….because I don’t plan on being nice…” you sigh out softly, letting go of her hair roughly before you leave her for a moment, walking off to your drawer to grab something. “Lord knows you weren’t….” You mumble out softly, more so to yourself than to the girl.
Ellie hears it though, and it makes her wince with how badly she’d been treating you.
You come back soon enough, not giving Ellie enough time to dwell on things, on you. She doesn’t see anything in your hands at first, only that you’d slipped something into your back pocket. She can’t focus on that much, not when you’re straddling her lip and settling down on her. It makes her sigh with content, the girl eagerly pressing her lips back to yours now that you’re back with her.
She lets her tongue play with yours, the kiss is messy and needy and Ellie’s hands roam your body like it’s the last time she’ll ever have you, the girl desperately wanting to imprint this very feeling in her brain so she’d never have to go without it. She feels herself growing wetter and wetter by the second, panties clinging to her core as she feels too grinding against her lap, kissing her so sweetly, playing with her so nicely, she felt she could cum from it all alone.
Soon you’re pushing her back into your bed, forcing her to lay down against your pillows. The smell of your floral shampoo makes her head spin, it feels like she’s died and gone to heaven at this point. You’re on top of her, and she’s in your bed in your room and she isn’t sure she’s ever been happier to be in a girls bed.
Your hands come down, tugging at her t shirt before you pull her up a bit, pulling it off her body and tossing it somewhere in your bedroom, leaving her top half completely bare. She doesn’t care, she’d have you undress her any day. Your hands come down again, grabbing either one of hers that are rested firmly on your hips. You remove them, taking them both and holding them above her head, your hand keeping them bonded by her wrist. She doesn’t pay much mind to it, simply enjoying the feeling of your lips against hers.
Soon she’s getting antsy, and she groans as she fights against your grip. “Lemme touch you baby…need to feel you…” she groans against your mouth before she’s pushing her tongue back against yours. She feels you smirk against her lips before you sigh, one of your hands leaving her wrist for a moment, going to your back pocket and pulling something out. It’s dim in your room, the only lighting coming from the small lamp on your bedside table, so she can’t see much. All she does know, is soon she feels a soft, silky material running along her wrist that makes her shiver. She feels you tying something around her wrist, firmly creating a knot so she’s unable to move them even more so than when your hands were holding them.
She watches as you finally pull away from her, staring up at you as you straddle her waist. The look of confusion on her face makes you giggle, your hand coming down to gently trace the frown in her brows with a soft hum. “I told you, you needed to learn your lesson, Ellie….girls who treat other girls like you, don’t get things so easily…” you explain, your lips coming down to latch onto Ellie’s nipple, tongue swirling around the little bud and making the girl moan loudly as she arches her back, forcing more of her into your mouth.
You bite down onto it gently, making her whine softly before you let go of it with a pop, humming softly as your thumb comes down to flick her wet nipple from side to side for a moment before you move onto the other, giving it the same attention as the first.
“You think you can just come and go as you please…playing with me when it’s convenient for you…but that’s not how this works” you hum softly, every other word interrupted by a kiss as you make your way down Ellie’s body. She’s a moaning mess, wiggling and bucking her hips into you as she shakes her head eagerly. “That’s…that’s not it at all! I promise…fuck…I like you…I like you so much baby, you’re not like those other girls. I fucked up so bad with you, and I’m sorry” she pleads with you.
She’s only met with a soft hum as you undo her jeans, tugging them off and tossing them somewhere else in your room, sighing softly when you spot the damn spot on her panties. You’re settled between her legs now, thumb drawing small circles into her inner thighs as your other hand gently tugs her panties to the side.
“I know baby…I can’t give into you easily regardless though…you understand, don’t you?” You asked gently, watching her for a moment before you turn your attention back to her sopping wet cunt.
“Jesus Ellie…you’re so wet baby…this all for me?” You ask her gently, your finger coming down to gently rub her angry clit. This makes her moan loudly, the girls head tossing back as her hips grind into your touch, eager for more of what you’re giving her.
“Fuck…yeah…s’all for you baby…no one else” she breaths out, staring down at you with needy eyes as her hands tug at the restraints you have her tied up by.
You hum softly, nodding slowly as your fingers rub slow circles into her clit before you bring your face closer to where you knew she needed you most. “Poor thing…why don’t I help you out a bit, hm?” You question, spreading her legs further as you stare at her for a moment before you latch your lips onto her clit, sucking harshly.
The moan that rips through her chest is pornographic, the girls back arching almost painfully as she melts into the feeling for your tongue working on her clit.
“Fuck…that’s it…fuck don’t stop baby…doing so well for me” it’s almost comical how her dominating words make your stomach coil despite the clear power dynamic that you’ve set up between the two of you. You moan softly into her sopping wet cunt, tongue lapping up her juices as your hands squeeze her thighs, keeping them apart for you.
“Look so fuckin’ pretty down there baby…you don’t know how often I…fuck…think about you like this” she admitted with a whine, staring down at you as her hips rolled against you, the girl practically riding your face as you took whatever she gave you.
But that wouldn’t do, would it?
Ellie’s moans grew louder, her rhythm getting sloppy as she tugged at her restraints. She was babbling incoherently and you knew for a fact she was getting close.
“Come on baby…take it…fuckin’ take it” she whined, brows furrowing as she stared down at you, eyes never leaving the sight in front of her as she bit down on her bottom lip so hard she was sure to draw blood.
It was almost painful for you to break away from her, wanting desperately to make her cum on your tongue, but you knew you couldn’t give in so easily, not yet at least.
Ellie let’s put a pathetic whine when you pull away when she’s right at the cusp of falling over into the pool of her orgasm, hips bucking into nothing as she hides her face in her arm. “Fuck…why’d you stop I was…mm…I was so close” she whined as her hips rolled with need against the air, the poor thing searching for anything to give her the release she so desperately needed.
You hummed softly as you crawled up her body, finally giving Ellie the chance to see that you were still fully clothed and she was completely bare before you. She moaned softly when your legs came down to straddle her naked body, the girl staring up at you with needy eyes as you gave her a smirk, hair framing your face as you ran your fingers along her nipples before giving them a gentle pinch, earning a needy whine from the girl.
“You didn’t seriously think I’d give it to you that easily, did you?” You giggle softly before you hum, leaning down and catching Ellie’s lips in a messy kiss. She moans loudly against you as she tastes herself, her pussy fluttering around nothing as she welcomes your lips willingly.
She whines when you break the kiss, chasing your mouth which she fails miserably at due to the restraints.
“You’re a smart girl Ellie…use that big brain of yours” you hum out softly, your words only earning a whine from the girl beneath you.
You hum softly, leaning down and giving her one more kiss before you crawl off of her body. Ellie’s eyes never leave yours, watching as you slowly tug your tank top up and over your head, leaving your top half bare. You then work on your denim shorts, tugging them off with your panties and licking them to the side, leaving you bare just like Ellie.
She’s staring at you like a woman starved, eyes eating up every inch of your body as she licks and bites at her lips.
God she wish she could touch you.
“Untie me baby, lemme touch you…I’ll make you feel so good” she begs, tugging at the ribbon wrapped around her wrists as she watches you return to the bed, straddling her body. She has to bite back a moan at the feeling of your soft, naked body settling on top of hers. The feeling of your skin against hers alone is enough to make her cum.
“You hum softly as you shake your head, scooting back for a moment before you take Ellie’s right leg, tugging it up for a moment. You take the opportunity to settle your pussy right on top of here, letting her leg rest against your shoulder. You smirk softly as you reach down to rub her clit, hissing softly at how wet she still was.
“Stayed so wet for me baby…I know you’ll enjoy this” you tease the girl, disregarding her pleas of being cut from her restraints as you spread her lips, giving you the opportunity to press your clit right up against hers.
The feeling has Ellie’s words getting caught in her throat, because she’s no longer focused on g being cut loose. Now all she can think about is the feeling of your cunt sliding against hers.
“Fuck….feels so good baby…so fucking good” she whines out, eyes rolling back into her head as she watches the way your hips skillfully work against hers.
You moan with her, plump lips pressing along her calf as your own eyes flutter shut. You’re able to stop the act for a moment, simply enjoying the pleasure you got from riding Ellie’s pussy. One of your hands came down to pinch her nipple, which earns a loud, pathetic moan from Ellie.
“You’re so pretty when you’re not a bitch…prettiest girl ever” you moan softly, hips rolling against hers as you drive both of you closer to your orgasm.
Ellie nods eagerly at your words, accepting the compliment and the insult all in one. “M’so sorry baby…I’ll never do it again…I’ll treat you so good if you’ll let me..I fucking promise” she moans loudly, her own hips rolling to match your rhythm.
Her words make you moan loudly, because she’s practically begging for it, begging for you to give her a chance.
You weren’t sure you’d ever hear such words from Ellie.
“You get so stupid when you wanna cum…don’t you baby? Promising things you don’t mean” you whine out as you grip her thigh firmly, picking up the pace as you chase your orgasms.
Ellie shakes her head wildly, shaking her head as her green eyes go wide. “I’m not lying! I…fuck….baby I…I think I…” her words get chopped up by her moans. The pleasure is too much, and she feels tears prickling at her eyes as the feeling grows closer and closer. It’s overwhelming and Ellie is sure she’s never cried while getting fucked but she…she can’t handle this…it’s all…you’re too.
“I…fuck I love you!” She practically screams out as she cums hard against your pussy, her body shaking beneath you as she lets go completely.
You gasp loudly at her words, your own eyes going wide for a moment before it all slips away from you, your orgasm taking over as it forces your eyes to roll back in your head, your neck falling back as you ride your orgasm out against her, practically using the girl beneath you as you slowly grind against her to finish things out for the both of you.
You’re both breathing hard, the girl beneath you an absolute wreck. Ellie’s cheeks are flushed, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat as she stares up at you with hazy eyes, chest rising and falling as you both sit there in silence.
You struggle to catch your breath for a moment before you reach forward, a gentle whine leaving Ellie’s lips as your clit brushes against her sensitive one. You undo the knot on her wrists, finally giving her the opportunity to be free before you crawl off of her body, moving to lay down next to her.
The magnitude of what was said, what was done, fills the air of your room. It’s thick, and it almost makes it hard to breath as you both lay there for a moment. Ellie lays there with you, staring into your eyes as she cuddles into your pillow. You expected her to leave as she always does, this was your get back, and you were slowly accepting this being the end of it all once it was over.
But she never left.
“I meant it, you know” she finally breaks the silence, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. She licks her pink lips before she sighs softly.
“I know it’s fucking weird…and out of nowhere…but I think it’s sort of…always been there” she explains further, hating the lack of a response that comes from you as she pours her heart out once again.
Good things in life never came easy, and you were as good as they fucking came. Ellie should’ve known things couldn’t be handed to her so easily when it came to you
“I get it…if you don’t want to take things further with me. It’s weird how I’ve gone about things, and I don’t blame you for not wanting me-“ she doesn’t expect to be cut off by the feeling of your soft lips. If she was being completely honest, she didn’t think she’d ever feel your lips against after tonight.
Yet here you were, kissing her.
She doesn’t take long to return it, her tattooed hand coming down and tugging your waist closer so your body is pressed against hers. Her hand comes down to tug at your thigh, pulling it over your body to keep you even closer.
“It’ll be weird…but not being with you is gonna be even weirder” you explain with a soft sigh before you finally pull away, staring at her with your brows furrows gently.
“You’re gonna do everything you can to make it up to me though…for being so mean” you tease her, and Ellie is nodding eagerly at that. “Whatever you want. Seriously” she urges. Her eagerness makes you giggle.
You sigh out softly as you tug your plush blankets over your bodies, pulling the girl down and pressing her face against your chest. She lets out a sigh of relief at the gesture, her entire body relaxing more than it has probably the entire summer.
All of this just felt so…right.
Ellie feels herself drifting off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier with each passing second.
“Ellie?” Your voice is soft and quiet, tugging the girl between sleep and wake as she gives a small hum of response.
“I love you too…” you whisper softly, barely loud enough for hear, but she does regardless.
It’s when she hears that, that Ellie knows despite all the bullshit she’d caused….
summary: moving out alone for the first time might be scary—and awfully exhausting. you’re lucky you have a very handy lesbian as a neighbor.
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The box you were carrying was way too heavy. You knew it the second you stubbornly yanked it out of the trunk, but by the time you realized how unwise that was, you were already halfway up the steps to your new apartment. The one that didn't have an elevator.
A bead of sweat ran down your temple. Your arms were shaking, the cardboard creaking ominously, and you could feel the edge of a textbook digging into your thigh through the bottom of the box.
You grunted softly as you stagger forward, muttering under your breath, "okay, stupid idea, officially noted."
That’s when you heard it. A door creaking open. You looked up, flustered, and caught sight of her. A young woman that was standing in the open doorway of the unit just across the hall. Faded gray hoodie, sweatpants that sat a little too low on her hips, and a tangle of auburn hair in a messy bun that looked like it gave up halfway. One hand gripped the door frame, the other clutching a half-eaten granola bar.
She blinked at you, shocked. You offered a small, sheepish smile. "Hi."
She blinked again. "Uh—hi."
There was a beat of silence. She kept staring at you, and you shifted your weight, struggling to hold the box and at the same time balance your pride. "I, uh… just moved in."
She nodded quickly. "Yeah, no—I figured. New face. And boxes. That’s… obvious. Sorry."
You bit back a laugh. "I promise I’m not usually this pathetic. Just… long drive. Too much stuff."
Ellie snapped out of it suddenly, like her brain had just rebooted. "Shit—wait. Let me help you with that."
Before you could protest, she’s stepping forward, quickly wiping her hand on her hoodie like she just remembered she’s eating, then gently taking the box from you like she’s worried you’ll shatter if she’s too rough. And she lifted it as if it didn't weight anything. God, you're not sure if it was just the exhaustion, but was the room suddenly hotter? Or was it just you?
"Oh my god," you exhaled in relief, letting your arms drop. "Thank you. You may have just saved my spine."
She grinned softly, cheeks a little pink. "No problem. I’m Ellie, by the way."
You gave her your name, and she repeated it quietly under her breath, like she wanted to make sure she didn’t forget. It’s oddly endearing.
She followed you into your apartment and gently sat the box down by the window. "Wow. You’ve got, like… a lot of books."
You glanced around at the stack of boxes marked READING / PLEASE DON’T CRUSH, smiling a little. "Guilty. I had a system, but the system kinda died somewhere around hour five of unpacking."
Ellie nodded like she gets it. "Want some help? I mean—only if you want. I don’t have anything going on. Just… reorganizing my guitar pedals and regretting my life choices."
You raised an eyebrow. "Guitar pedals?"
She blushed faintly. "Yeah. Music nerd. Don’t judge."
"I’d never," you replied, already walking toward the nearest box. "If you’re serious about helping, I’ve got a bookshelf I was too scared to try assembling alone."
She perked up immediately. "I’m your girl."
An hour later, Ellie was sitting cross-legged on your living room floor, her hoodie sleeves pushed up—her arm tattoo on full display, as she studied the instruction manual with a look of pure concentration.
There was a screw between her lips and her hair was falling in her face, but she didn’t seem to notice. You were lying on the rug beside her, trying not to laugh. "You look like you’re defusing a bomb."
She spat out the screw with a grin. "This is Ikea. You never know." You laughed, and Ellie beamed at the sound. "Okay, hand me the... um. That… L-shaped—thingy."
"You mean the Allen wrench?"
"Right. That. Allen. Bastard of a wrench."
You passed it to her and watched as her hands worked with practiced ease, though she was still mumbling things like 'who designed this nightmare' under her breath. After a few minutes, the pieces started to come together.
You offered her a drink from your tiny fridge, and she takes it with a soft 'thanks,' sipping while scanning the partially-built shelf.
"You know," she said casually, "this place is nice. Good lighting. Kinda cozy already."
"Think I’ll like it here."
Ellie shrugged, maybe a little too fast. "Yeah, well. I mean. You’ve got a cool neighbor, so."
You laughed, leaning your head back against the wall. "I really do."
Ellie was standing at your door, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other, wiping her hands on her jeans even though she hadn’t touched anything in the past ten minutes. The bookshelf was done. The boxes were stacked a little neater. She helped more than she should have for someone who just met you, and now there’s a weird lull in the air like… okay, what happens now?
You stretched your arms overhead, groaning quietly as your back pops. "Okay, officially retiring from lifting furniture."
Ellie snorted. "You say that now. Wait until you realize you still have, like, six more boxes marked 'miscellaneous disaster'."
You groaned again, dramatically this time. "Those are tomorrow’s problems." Then, with a soft sigh, you glanced toward your hallway and say, "God, I still need to get a new bulb for the bedroom. I haven’t been able to see in there since I got here."
Ellie raises her brows. "No light at all?"
"None," you say. "And of course, I packed the lamps in the box that’s... still in my car. Which is currently blocked in by some delivery truck of doom."
There was a pause. You expected a laugh, maybe a 'good luck with that.' Instead, she played with two of her fingers awkwardly, and smiled at you. "I could take you?" she said.
You blinked. "What?"
"To the store," she shrugged, eyes darting away like she regrets offering. "I was just gonna run out and grab snacks or something anyway."
You tilted your head. "You were?"
Ellie turned red, but tried to play it cool. "Yeah. Definitely. Wasn’t just gonna, y’know, spiral alone in my apartment or anything."
You both knew that was a lie. But you laughed, and something in her posture relaxed. "Okay," you replied, smiling. "Yeah. Let’s go lightbulb hunting."
Ten minutes later, you’re both in Ellie’s dusty old truck—windows slightly cracked, and a faint smell of pine from a crooked air freshener hanging from the mirror. She was gripping the wheel like she’s trying not to white-knuckle it, sneaking occasional glances at you when she thinks you’re not looking. You’re pretty sure you caught every single one.
At the hardware store, the lightbulb section was far more overwhelming than it had any right to be. You stood in front of it together, baffled by the sheer number of wattage options.
"Why are there so many types?" you whispered.
Ellie whispered back, "capitalism."
Eventually, you grabbed the right one (after way too much debate about warm vs. cool lighting), and Ellie casually picked up a few things for herself. Chips. A soda. A pack of sour candy she pretended not to want until you caught her staring at it for a solid minute.
"You’re definitely a sour candy person," you said as she tosses it into the basket.
Ellie shrugged, cheeks pink. "You're saying that like it’s a bad thing."
You shook your head. "No, just… makes sense."
"Yeah?"
"Yep," you said softly, smiling. "It’s cute."
She froze. Didn’t say anything for a solid five seconds. Then muttered a very quiet, 'Oh.' You pretended not to notice how red her ears go.
Back at your apartment, it took about eight minutes to screw in the new bulb—and then you were both just… standing in your now-lit bedroom, staring at the glow like you’ve just witnessed a miracle.
"Let there be light," Ellie said reverently.
You laughed and flopped back onto your mattress dramatically. "I owe you my life."
She leaned against the doorway, hands in her hoodie pocket, watching you with the kind of soft smile she probably doesn’t even realize she’s wearing. "You don’t owe me anything."
You glanced at the clock. "You hungry?"
Ellie paused. "Me?"
"No, the bookshelf." You smirked. "Of course you, dummy. C’mon. I’m starving. And you did save my spine."
She tried to brush it off with a joke—'I do take payment in pepperoni'—but you could tell she was secretly thrilled.
Twenty-five minutes later, a pizza box was open between you on the living room floor, two paper plates balancing precariously on a stack of books. You’d strung up some fairy lights that Ellie offered to 'totally not judge you for owning,' and now the room is bathed in warm, flickering gold.
You were sitting cross-legged, a slice in hand. "God, I didn’t realize how hungry I was."
Ellie smiled behind her cup of soda. "You looked like you were gonna pass out when I showed up earlier."
"Honestly? Close."
There was a pause. She glanced at you, then down at her food, then back at you. "I’m glad you let me help," she says.
"Yeah?"
She nods, playing with a corner of the box. “I don’t… really do that. Talk to people, I mean. Not right away. But you’re… easy."
You rose an eyebrow, smirking. "Easy?"
"I mean—you’re easy to talk to,” she blurted. "Not like—not in a bad way. You just—shit. That sounded wrong."
You burst out laughing. "Relax. I know what you meant."
She groaned into her hands. "Kill me."
"Never," you laughed. There’s a lull after that. A comfortable one.
You leaned back on your hands, stretching your legs out toward her. "So what’s your story, Neighbor Ellie? Mysterious girl across the hall. Fixes furniture. Gives rides. Loves sour candy."
She gave you a look. "You clocked all that in one night?"
"I’m a fast learner."
She exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "Okay, well. I moved here a couple years ago. Work in a CD store. Play guitar in my free time. Live a thrilling life of talking to no one and watching horror movies until 2 AM."
"Wow," you deadpanned. "Truly a menace."
She smirked. "I contain multitudes."
You nudged her leg with your foot. "I think you’re cool."
Ellie went so quiet after that you worry you went too far. But then she said, soft: "I think you’re pretty cool too."
Neither of you moved for a second. The pizza was getting cold, the lights were flickering softly. She was staring at you like you hung the stars, and your heart’s doing something very inconvenient in your chest.
It wasn’t hard to figure out where Ellie worked. Not like you stalked her or anything—she just... mentioned it. Casually. In passing. And it stuck with you, that offhand comment about shifts and sorting and 'old people complaining about the price of CDS like it’s 1985.'
And okay, maybe you were a little too curious. Maybe you had a free day and a really good memory. And maybe there weren’t that many record stores in town to begin with.
You checked out the first shop—a dusty little place with an impressive jazz section and a guy behind the counter who looked old enough to have invented jazz. No Ellie. The second one was sleek and modern, curated for aesthetic Instagram posts, with alphabetized playlists and diffused lighting. Also, no Ellie. But the third one… That’s where you saw her.
She was behind the counter, alone, hunched over a small stack of CDs, scribbling something onto tiny sticky notes with a black pen clutched between ink-smudged fingers. Her hair was tied up in a low bun, loose strands falling into her face as she worked. She was mouthing the words to whatever track was playing overhead—some soft, rock ballad you didn’t recognize—but it made the whole place feel hushed, intimate, like stepping into someone’s favorite memory.
You stood near the entrance for a second too long.
Ellie glanced up and froze. Her pen paused mid-word. You caught the brief flicker of surprise on her face—like she wasn’t expecting to ever see you here, like this part of her life was separate and you’d somehow wandered past the invisible boundary.
But then her expression shifted, softening into something unreadable. The corners of her mouth twitched like she was trying to decide whether to smile or run.
She settled on a weird middle ground. "Oh," she said nonchalantly. "Hey."
You raised a hand, suddenly hyper-aware of your own body, your posture, the fact that you hadn’t really thought through what you’d say when this moment came. "Hey. Fancy seeing you here."
Ellie blinked. "In my place of work?"
You laughed, and she smiled for real this time. "Right. I was just... exploring the neighborhood," you lied. "Didn’t realize this store was so close."
She nodded slowly, clearly not buying it—the store was a twenty-minute drive from the apartment complex— but was too polite to call you out. "Yeah? You into CDs?"
"Definitely," you said, scanning the shelves like you weren’t about to have a heart attack. "I mean, I personally prefer vinyls, but yeah, CDs are like, super retro. Very... round."
Ellie snorted. "That’s one way to describe them."
You wandered closer, pretending to browse, your fingers grazing the spines of old cases. She watched you, but not in a judgmental way. More like she was trying to figure you out.
"Do you work every day?" you asked after a moment.
"Nah," she said, leaning on the counter. "Just a few days a week. Tuesdays, Thursdays, sometimes Saturdays."
You nodded like that wasn’t valuable information now burned into your brain. You grabbed a Fleetwod Mac CD, and took out your wallet to pay. "Cool," you said. "Guess I’ll have to stop by again."
"No, uh, don’t worry. It’s on the house." Ellie scratched the back of her neck, eyes darting to her Casio watch. "You, uh... wanna hang out after I’m done? My shift ends at ten."
"You sure?"
"You don’t have to. I just thought—I dunno, maybe we could go get coffee. Or you could show me your superior taste in 'very round CDs.'"
You grinned. "I’d like that."
Ellie looked down, then back up through her lashes. "Cool. Yeah. Cool."
You ended up spending the next half hour pretending to look through racks while sneaking glances at her—and she, in return, kept stealing glances at you in the reflection of the display glass. And when five o’clock finally rolled around, she practically flew out from behind the counter, tugging on her jacket and fumbling with the sleeves like she was nervous. Which, honestly, made two of you.
The coffee shop Ellie picked was small, local, and mostly empty by the time you both got there—quiet enough that your conversation didn’t have to compete with the noise, but not so silent that the pauses felt heavy. The barista gave Ellie a little nod when she walked in, like she was a regular, and Ellie just muttered a soft 'hey' back before holding the door open for you.
You sat by the window, your cups warming your hands, and the conversation came easier than you thought it would. Ellie was shy, yeah, but not in that way where she tried to disappear. It was more like she was deliberate. Careful. She listened to you like you were saying things worth remembering.
She told you about the weird guy who always came in looking for jazz CDs they didn’t have, and how she’d once spent two hours reorganizing the punk section just because she couldn’t stand the way someone else had done it. You talked about the move, the disaster of trying to assemble your own bookshelf, and the apartment above yours that sounded like a zoo with a drum set.
Ellie laughed at that one, and you caught yourself staring just a little too long at the way her eyes crinkled when she did it. You suddenly felt the urge to count every single freckle that was marked in her face.
Somewhere between a refill and a shared chocolate chip cookie, she glanced at the clock and said, "Wanna come over?"
"To your place?"
She scratched at the back of her neck. "I mean, only if you want. No pressure. I just—I have this CD collection I was talking about and, uh... coffee shops close eventually."
You tried not to smile too obviously. "Sure. I’d love to."
Ellie’s apartment was quite similar to yours—after all, both were from the same block, but something about it was undeniably her. The couch was beat-up but clean, the walls were decorated with band posters and a couple of hand-drawn sketches you didn’t ask about yet, and her windowsill had a few neglected plants that were somehow still alive.
"I wasn’t really expecting company," she said, kicking off her shoes near the door. "Sorry if it’s a little... messy."
You looked around. "Ellie, this is better than mine by far."
She shrugged, clearly flustered, and motioned for you to take a seat while she made herself busy putting on a playlist— just background enough to not distract from her own nervous energy. With your drink still in hand, you wandered to the shelf near the TV, running your finger along the neatly organized spines of her CD collection. "So this is the shrine."
"Hey, don’t mock the shrine," she said, coming to stand beside you. "It’s got history."
You glanced at the rows and rows of titles—some familiar, others completely new to you. "What’s your holy trinity, then?"
She paused, seriously considering it. "Green Day, Radiohead, and—don’t laugh—The Smashing Pumpkins."
You blinked. "Why would I laugh?"
"I dunno. People always think I’m gonna say something cooler. Nirvana or something."
You smiled. "I think that is cool."
Ellie ducked her head and muttered, "Yeah, well... you look cool, so I’m trusting your judgment."
You turned toward her, and right as you opened your mouth to say something, you felt it—a warm splash of beverage sloshing right onto your top. You looked down at the spreading stain and groaned. "Oh my god. I can’t take me anywhere."
Ellie reacted fast, already rummaging through a basket of laundry near the couch. "Wait—here. I, uh, I’ve got something you can wear."
She tossed you a hoodie, worn and soft and a little big. The same one she wore the first time she saw you. You pulled it on without thinking—slightly mortified, and very aware of how it smelled exactly like her. It was stupid. It was just detergent and something like cedar and maybe... her shampoo? But it hit you like a memory you hadn’t made yet, and when you looked back at Ellie, she was definitely flustered.
"You okay?" she asked, voice a little tight.
You nodded, tugging at the sleeves. "This is so comfy. You might never get it back."
Ellie laughed nervously. "That’s, uh... fine. You look good in it."
The sentence hung between you for a beat too long. You turned back to the CDs. "Show me your favorites."
And she did.
You sat cross-legged on her living room floor while she pulled out album after album, fingers brushing the covers like they were sacred texts. Time slipped away. The music got quieter, the light outside faded to black, and before either of you realized it, the clock on her microwave blinked 1:04 AM.
"Oh shit," Ellie said, glancing over. "You’re probably exhausted. I didn’t mean to keep you here so long."
You rubbed your eyes, yawning. "I am tired. But like, in a good way. I had fun."
Ellie stood awkwardly, hovering near the door. "Do you want me to walk you back?”
"It’s literally ten steps ahead."
"Still," she muttered, fidgeting with her fingers.
There was a weird, sudden stillness. Not uncomfortable exactly—just... charged. Like you’d both walked to the edge of something without realizing it, and now neither of you knew what to do. You stood in the doorway, Ellie’s hoodie still wrapped around you, warm from her and too soft to take off just yet.
"I should go," you said.
"Okay," Ellie agreed, voice quiet.
You could feel it—just beneath the surface—the shared, unspoken thing you both wanted. The maybe. The what if. But neither of you crossed the line.
Instead, you gave her a soft smile and a breathy 'goodnight,' and Ellie rubbed the back of her neck and murmured it back. When the door finally closed behind you, your heart thudded like you’d just run a mile.
Back in your apartment, you curled into the matress that laid on the floor, still wearing her hoodie, surrounded by the quiet hum of the night, and told yourself you were fine. That you’d get another chance. You didn’t know Ellie was sitting on the other side of the wall, wide awake, hoodie-less, and thinking the exact same thing.
The next morning, you woke slowly. And the forst thing that you felt was Ellie’s hoodie. Still wrapped around you. Still warm in the chest, even if the sleeves were cold now. You’d never meant to fall asleep in it, but you hadn’t been able to make yourself take it off either. Not when it still smelled like her. Not when it felt like the last piece of her you got to keep before things got too real. Before either of you dared to name what last night had almost been.
You sat up slowly, groaning at the way your spine protested after crashing half-sideways across your bare mattress. One arm still tucked under a throw pillow, hair wild with sleep. You ran your hand through it and stretched—and that’s when you heard the voices. Muffled at first. Laughter. Two people in the hallway, maybe just outside your door. You froze.
One of them was Ellie. You’d recognize her voice anywhere by now. That low rasp that turned warm when she laughed. And she was laughing—louder than you’d heard her in days. And the other voice? Feminine. Confident. Light and teasing.
You moved quietly, barefoot on the wooden floor, hoodie still draped over your frame like a second skin. You opened your apartment’s door just enough to let sound bleed in, and curiosity got the better of you. Just a peek, you told yourself.
You leaned into the silence of your own apartment, looking at the hall. And there she was. Ellie. Hair still damp from a shower, in a flannel over a gray tee and those dirty Converse she always stomped around in. She looked so relaxed, so casual—leaning against the stair railing, grinning in a way she never quite had with you. Her hand came up to push her hair out of her face, and she was looking at the girl beside her. Dark hair pulled into a high ponytail. Pretty. Effortless. Golden skin and a wicked smile and that kind of magnetic energy you’d always admired from a distance. She looked like someone who knew how to charm your mom and talk about records without ever trying too hard. The kind of girl who just fit.
She playfully shoved Ellie’s shoulder and said something that made them both burst into another fit of laughter. And your heart sank. Of course. Of course Ellie wasn’t single. What were you thinking? That someone like her—funny, sweet, handy, effortlessly cool—would just be floating around, unattached? That she'd invite you over, lend you her hoodie, stay up talking music with you ‘til one in the morning because she wanted something more? No. You’d misread it. All of it. You closed the door quietly.
Your face felt hot. Your eyes threatened to let out a couple of tears. You slipped the hoodie off and folded it, hands trembling just slightly, and placed it gently on the edge of the couch like it might burn you if you touched it for too long. Like it had just become hers again, not something you were allowed to keep holding.
And then you started getting ready. Quieter than usual. Slower. You told yourself you’d imagined it. That it didn’t matter. That it was fine. You’d just… back off. Respect the boundary you hadn’t realized existed.
Ellie noticed something was off that same day. No music playing. No lights on. Not even the faint sound of footsteps inside like usual. The little signs she’d come to expect over the past few days—gone. And the worst of all? You hadn’t texted her.
She bit the inside of her cheek as she walked down the street, bag slung over one shoulder, thumb hovering over your contact in her phone. She kept replaying last night over and over again in her head—the way you looked in her hoodie, how you smiled at her dumb music rants, how close your knees had been on the floor, how you hadn’t kissed her when you left. And how she hadn’t kissed you either. Too nervous. Too wrapped up in the fear of ruining something before it even started.
She walked into the shop, tossed her bag behind the counter, and barely had time to clock in before Jesse—her coworker, and unfortunately, her most observant friend—poked his head in from the back room. "Yo, Williams."
"What."
"You got the personality of a wet sock today. Did something happen?"
Ellie groaned. "I’m fine."
"What the fuck? You’re not. You sighed seven times during that one sentence. That’s a record, even for you."
She pulled the stool out and sat down behind the register, slumping dramatically. "It’s nothing."
Jesse raised a brow. "Is it about hoodie girl?"
Ellie snapped her head up. "What? How do you—"
"You literally texted me last night 'she’s wearing my hoodie and I might die.'"
"Okay first of all, fuck you. And second, I was emotionally compromised."
Jesse leaned on the counter, smirking. "So what happened?"
Ellie looked down, fiddling with the string of her hoodie. "I don’t know. We hung out, it was great—like, really great—and I thought we were gonna maybe... kiss or something? But then she left, and now she’s just—cold. Like, totally ignoring me."
"She see you with Dina?"
Ellie’s brows furrowed. “What?”
"Dee told me she went to pick up her speaker this morning. Maybe she saw you two together."
Ellie’s jaw dropped. "She thinks I’m dating Dina?"
Jesse just gave her a look. "Wouldn’t be the wildest assumption, dude. Dina is hot. And you two always look cozy as hell."
Ellie slumped back in the stool. "Shit."
"So go tell her." Jesse folded his arms. "Like, right now."
"I can’t just show up and be like 'Hey, by the way, that girl I was laughing with? Not my girlfriend!'"
"Why not?"
"Because it’s—" Ellie rubbed her face. "I don’t know, it’s embarrassing. What if she didn’t see me with Dina? What if I did read everything wrong? What if she’s not into me like that?"
Jesse tilted his head. "Are you into her like that?"
Ellie didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. He smiled. "Then fix it, you idiot."
But Ellie just sat there, heart caught somewhere between hope and dread, wondering how the hell she was supposed to explain the mess when you wouldn’t even look at her anymore.
For the rest of the week, you did your best to act like everything was fine.
Avoiding Ellie wasn’t hard, exactly. Not at first. You slipped out early to grab coffee before she left for work. And you told yourself—again and again—that it didn’t hurt. That you weren’t letting your mind wander back to the way she’d smiled at you in her dim little apartment, the way her voice had gone all soft and reverent when she’d talked about her guitar and her favorite bands. That you weren’t still thinking about her hoodie, folded on your couch like something sacred, something almost yours.
But even so… you missed her. And she noticed. She wasn’t stupid, either. Every time Ellie walked past your apartment, her chest tightened just a little. She couldn’t stop checking—subtle little glances at your windows, your doormat, listening for footsteps inside. But she was met with nothing, just pure silence.
It had been nine days. Nine days since your almost-date. Since you wore her hoodie and sat so close she could smell your shampoo. Since you’d yawned around midnight and she’d practically panicked, blurting something awkward about how you didn’t have to go but also yeah totally if you’re tired cool cool yeah no worries. And she hadn’t even walked you to your place. Just stood there, heart in her throat, as you smiled at her one last time without kissing her. Now you didn’t even look at her. And Ellie? Ellie didn’t know how to fix it.
That evening, a thunderstorm rolled in with no warning. It was more chilly than you expected, and by the time you realized, Ellie’s hoddie was back like a second skin. You tried to lie to yourself, thinking you were too tired to open the winter clother box. But in reality, it was just to feel it again. You’d tried to settle into a book, when the lights suddenly flickered… and then went out. You sat in stunned silence for a beat before peeking out your window and confirmed what you feared—the whole damn block was dark. Not a gleam streetlamp in sight.
And the worst part? You didn’t have a single candle. So you were swallowed by black-pitched darkness. You were just settled back onto your couch, the book long forgotten by now, when someone knocked. A soft, tentative knock. You froze. And then came her voice.
"Hey… It’s Ellie."
Your heart did a little jump, stupid and immediate. You stood slowly, suddenly all too aware of your pajama shorts and the way your hair had half-dried in soft, tangled waves.
You opened the door. Ellie stood there holding two thick candles—one already lit, the other one tucked under her arm—and a slightly sheepish expression. She was wearing a red flannel, straight jeans, and a pair of black Converse. Her hair was tucked messily behind her ears, her freckles barely visible in the low light.
"Power’s out," she said.
"Yeah. I noticed."
She shifted her weight, and if she had noticed you wearing her hoodie, she chose not to say anything. "Thought you might need these."
You took the candles from her slowly, your fingers brushing hers in the exchange. Her hand was warm. You swallowed. "Thanks."
Ellie nodded, but didn’t move. She glanced into your apartment and then back at you, chewing the inside of her cheek. "You okay?" she asked. "You’ve been, uh, quiet lately."
You hesitated, trying to ignore the knot isnide your chest. She had noticed. Your heart beat against your ribs, stubborn and tired. "Yeah. I’m fine."
A pause. "You’ve been avoiding me."
Your breath caught as you looked away. "No, I haven’t."
Ellie tilted her head, gently, like she knew you were lying. "Okay. Cool, then."
"Do you wanna come in?" You mumbled, stepping back. Fuck. Why’d you even said that?
She bit the inside of her cheek. "Only if it’s okay."
You nodded once. "Yes. It’s okay." So she stepped in.
The candlelight made everything feel hazier, slower. Her shadow danced across your floor as she walked toward your living room and stood awkwardly near your bookshelf, hands shoved into her hoodie pocket. You followed her in, set the candles on the table, and sat.
Ellie sat too—but not too close. She glanced around, then down at her lap.
"I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable," she said finally, voice soft. "The other day. At my place."
"You didn’t," you said too quickly. She looked up. You wrung your hands in your lap. "I just… It was silly for me to misread the situation, I guess."
Ellie blinked, then blinked again. "What do you mean?"
You gave her a look. "You know. I saw you with the girl... friend."
Realization dawned on her face. "Dina?"
You didn’t answer. Great. She had a great name too.
Ellie let out a breath and leaned back. "She’s not my girlfriend. She’s—God—she’s like my sister. We’ve known each other since middle school. We were talking about Uncharted."
That made you look at her. "Uncharted?"
"Yeah, she was making fun of me for being obsessed with it, and playing the stupid game the whole night. It wasn’t flirting."
A small laugh broke out of you before you could stop it, quick and surprised. Ellie smiled—just a little. And then the room got quiet again. That flickering, charged quiet where neither of you really knew what to say next.
Until Ellie whispered, "You look really good in my hoodie."
You swallowed hard, but didn’t answer. Ellie’s gaze flicked to yours. Her cheeks were flushed, soft pink in the candlelight, but smiled anyway.
"I thought maybe you were gonna kiss me," she murmured.
You felt your whole face go warm. "I wanted to."
She blinked slowly. "Then why didn’t you?"
"I got scared."
Ellie’s voice was barely above a whisper. "Me too."
You looked at her then. She looked nervous, her knee bouncing like she couldn’t sit still. She was leaning in just a little—but not enough. Like she was halfway between running and staying. And then she said it, "can I try again?"
Your breath caught. You nodded once, biting your lower lip unconsciously. And this time, she leaned all the way in, her hands finding your cheeks. The kiss was soft, shy, and barely there—like both of you were scared it would vanish if you moved too fast. But then she pressed in a little closer, and your hand slid gently to her cheek, and she smiled against your mouth.
And when you pulled back, her forehead rested against yours. In the flickering candlelight, everything else faded. No hallway whispers. No misunderstandings. Just Ellie. Warm and nervous and real.
The morning sun peeked in lazily through Ellie’s half-drawn curtains. The green-eyed girl had been working her ass off last week, and still pleaded you to wake her up once you did, but you weren’t going to do it. She needed the sleep. So here you were now, bleary-eyed, standing barefoot in her kitchen and wearing Ellie’s Pink Floyd oversized shirt.
You were trying to figure out the ancient coffee machine she kept saying 'wasn’t that bad' when you heard the apartment door creak open. No knock. No announcement. Just a solid, casual entrance. You froze with one hand on your chest, wide-eyed.
"Ellie, if you’re gonna leave your damn wrench where I can trip over it, I swear to—"
You turned just in time for him to round the corner into the living room, carrying a paper bag and squinting toward the kitchen. He paused when he saw you. His eyes dropped to the oversized shirt, the unbrushed hair, your whole deer-in-headlights vibe. His brow lifted—just slightly—but it said everything. "Well," he said slowly, adjusting the grip on the bag, "you ain’t Ellie."
You cleared your throat. "Um—no. She’s still asleep. I think. Probably."
The man stared at you for another long beat, then sighed through his nose and gave a slow, skeptical nod. "Right."
And just like that, Ellie burst out of her room, hair a mess, wearing a tank top, some boxers and a mismatched pair of socks, looking completely and utterly disoriented.
"Oh—shit," she groaned, voice thick with sleep. "Joel. What—uh—what are you—what time is it?"
Joel raised the bag. "Brought you breakfast. And coffee. Thought I’d surprise you. Guess you beat me to it."
Your face was probably nuclear at that point. Ellie looked like she might combust from within. Joel’s gaze shifted between the two of you. He let out a grunt. "Well. I’ll be damned."
"I’m gonna—uh—bathroom. I’m gonna use it. Yours," you muttered, already halfway down the corridor. "Yep. Bathroom. Gone." You shut the door behind you and leaned against it, hand covering your face.
Out in the living room, there was a heavy pause.
"So," Joel began, in a voice that could only mean trouble, "you finally got your head outta your ass."
"Dude. Please." Ellie rubbed a hand over her face. "She’s not— I mean—we’re not, like… together together."
Joel arched a brow. "Does she know that? ‘Cause she’s wearin’ half your closet and looked quite comfortable in your kitchen."
Ellie’s mouth opened and closed. No response. No correction. Joel nodded to himself. "Didn’t think so."
"I didn’t say anything!" Ellie hissed, lowering her voice like you might somehow hear through the closed door.
"But you ain’t denying it either, kiddo." Joel said smugly. "Look, I’m not gonna give you the whole dad speech or... whatever. You’re grown. But if that girl’s gonna be hangin’ around, I expect you to treat her right. Like how I raised you. No ghostin’. No weird mind games. No—"
Ellie sputtered. "Jesus, Joel, can you not?"
"You like her or not?" He asked calmly.
She was quiet for a long beat. "…Yeah," she said, voice soft and barely audible.
Joel grunted, satisfied. "Then don’t be an idiot."
The bathroom door creaked open a second later. You emerged, trying your best to look composed despite the fact your heart was definitely doing somersaults.
Joel glanced between the two of you, and his face softened for just a second—like he was genuinely happy for Ellie. "Well," he said. "I should get goin’. You kids behave."
Ellie groaned, already anticipating some parting remark. "Don’t say it—"
Joel ignored her entirely, giving you a quick, amused glance. "Good luck dealin’ with this one," he said, jerking a thumb at Ellie like she wasn’t standing right there. "And bon appétit."
You grinned. "Thanks for the breakfast."
"Take care," Joel said with a wink, then stepped out the door and closed it behind him with a soft click.
A moment of silence settled over the apartment. You turned slowly to face Ellie, arms crossed, squinting with faux betrayal. "You. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Me?" Ellie blinked, slightly offended. "What?"
"Don’t 'what' me, Williams," you said, marching toward her dramatically. "Your dad, or whatever he is—just walks in like he owns the place and finds me in your shirt, barefoot and barely awake, making a fool of myself trying to work that prehistoric coffee machine—"
"You mean the beautifully vintage coffee machine?" she interjected, raising a hand in mock offense.
You shoved her shoulder gently. "Don’t deflect! I looked like I had just rolled out of bed after a one-night stand!"
Ellie choked. "You didn’t! You—you look cute."
Your brain short-circuited at that for half a second, but you rallied. "I was wearing your clothes, Ellie!"
"I didn’t tell you to wear my clothes!" she argued, but her voice was breathless, half-laughing. "And you do look cute!"
You shoved her again, this time with both hands, and she stumbled backward into the couch, grinning as she caught herself.
"Oh, okay, so it’s my fault," she said, recovering. "Next time, I’ll just let you walk around naked. Note taken."
"You didn’t even try to explain!" you pointed out, still feigning dramatic offense.
Ellie held her hands up in surrender, though her face and ears were red. "Okay, okay, you’re right! I panicked!"
"You liked it," you accused.
"I did not—!" Ellie protested, but she was laughing mid-sentence. "Okay—maybe. Maybe a little. It was kinda… nice. I mean, not the surprise Joel part. That part sucked."
You hovered above her where she’d half-sunk into the couch cushions, breathless from all the mock fighting, face flushed. The laughter slowed between you both.
"It was nice," you echoed, voice soft now. "Him thinking I was your girlfriend."
Ellie looked up at you, suddenly quiet, her grin faded into something gentler, something almost vulnerable. "You didn’t run away screaming, so… that’s something."
You dropped your gaze, fighting a shy smile. "I thought about it. Then I remembered I still have your hoodie, and you’d probably come after me."
Ellie sat up a little straighter, nudging your knee with hers. "Damn right I would’ve. It’s one of my favorites, you know."
"You’re unbelievable."
"But charming," she added hopefully.
You tilted your head like you were thinking it over. "Eh. You’re on thin ice."
She reached over and poked your side, making you squirm. "I brought you breakfast."
"That was mostly Joel." You finally let yourself smile fully, sitting beside her and tucking your legs underneath you, shoulder brushing hers.
"But I didn’t stop him," she said proudly. "You’re welcome."
You laughed again, leaning your head on her shoulder without thinking. It just felt natural. Warm. Safe.
Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper: "You can… stay. If you want. A little longer. You don’t have to rush back."
You didn’t lift your head. "You sure? I might steal more of your clothes."
"I’d let you," she mumbled. Then, like it was the easiest thing in the world, she added, "they look better on you anyway."
Your heart flipped. "God," you murmured, eyes closing, "you’re such a loser."
threading your fingers through their hair and pushing strands out of the way while they get their face all messy with your juices
sliding your hand to the nape of their neck to tug them closer to you and hearing them groan into your pussy
getting your legs forced apart as they dig their fingers into the meat of your thighs to hold you in place when you start to squirm and buck
telling them "just like that" when you've got the perfect angle to grind your clit against their tongue as they hold still and let you use them for your own pleasure
coming in their mouth and hearing muffled slurps and moans that remind you they're enjoying this just as much as you are
and them pulling back with their face absolutely soaked and kissing you so you can taste yourself on their lips
Ellie's thumb ran across your lips, stopping when it made contact with your bottom lip. She held it there for a moment, staring straight into your eyes, before she pulled away, leaving you breathless. It made everything all the more intense; the air thinning around you.
“So pretty for me, baby,” Ellie lulled, her eyes entranced by your lips, coated in a layer of shine from your lipgloss. This had her mind reeling with dirty indecent thoughts, thumb instinctually going back up to your lips.
Your breathing grew steadier, lips parting ever so slightly to question her. But, you weren’t able to get a word out because Ellie caught you to it.
With her thumb still hovering over your lips, she mumbled out her desire to you, what she so desperately wanted. “Wanna finger your mouth, how does that sound?”
You almost thought you didn’t hear her right, not expecting her to say something like that. You nodded your head immediately, words absent from you, only Ellie’s lingering. Somehow you couldn’t find it in yourself to form words, leaning into Ellie’s touch.
Ellie tested the waters by pushing her thumb past your glossy lips, into your mouth, the lipgloss smearing messily onto her fingers. You accepted her thumb graciously, taking time to suck on it and watching Ellie’s face for a reaction.
A smirk curled onto her face, pleased by your obvious liking to sucking her thumb. Ellie removed it with a pop, a pout forming at her removal. “Why did you remove it?” You whined.
Ellie’s eyes narrowed, she cupped your cheek. “So impatient… Just using different fingers. Now be a good girl for me and take it.”
The smirk didn’t leave her face, her eyes darkened with glass of lust the more she stared at you. You nodded again, following her orders like an obedient dog. You licked the remains of your lipgloss away as you spoke, “Always your good girl, Ellie.”
She hummed, “That you are, angel…” Her fingers fell from your cheek towards your lips, her pointer and middle fingers pushing into your mouth that patiently awaited to be filled and stuffed with her long digits.
She bit her lip, seeing you take her fingers made her pussy clench, aching herself. You sucked her fingers, your tongue swirling around them to further coat in your saliva. Ellie decided she had enough of this, and took control by using her other hand to grab your face. She lightly moved her fingers to signal to you what was to come next.
Ellie pulled back her fingers, then thrusted them forward. You gagged, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. You grasped at Ellie’s shirt, not wanting to give up and continue.
She nodded, a hum of approval rumbling from her throat. “What a good girl, my fucking good girl,” Ellie whispered and continued thrusting her fingers back and forth. The gagging and groans you’d let out made her all the more wetter.
You were a mess yourself, feeling like a whore getting your throat finger fucked and used. But you didn’t care, not if it was Ellie doing what she wanted; using you as she pleased.
“Little more, baby….” Ellie muttered, her other hand soothing your face and holding it. You were so good for her, she absolutely fed off it. She was addicted to the feeling you brought her. She couldn’t get over how you looked for her; face sticky with your own spit and choking on her fingers.
Soon your lips were freed of her fingers, throat aching slightly. Ellie stuffed the fingers that were just in your mouth, coated with your spit into her mouth. She moaned, enjoying the taste of you and savouring it on her tongue.
You felt the heat in your cheeks rise seeing her do this, and your wetness in your panties gushing more. You couldn’t believe Ellie licked her fingers clean… Somehow you found it in yourself to speak. “Ellie… Did you actually—“
She cut you off, “Yes. You always taste good to me, baby…” She continued to lean down and connect your lips in a passionate kiss to reassure you. Ellie pulled back, your lips meters apart, “You never have to doubt anything with me.”
She reconnected your lips in a searing kiss, helping pass any thought you had to think anything other than what she said.
dbf!ellie x reader . nsfw . minors dni . summary - you are in a secret relationship with your dad's best friend, ellie williams. for a whole year, the two of you have been texting, calling, and meeting up in different towns to avoid running into people y'all know. until one day, ellie's ex wife just so happens to be in the same town, same bar, as you and ellie . age-gap (reader is early twenties, ellie is late thirties) . angst . i was listening to mariner’s apartment complex by lana del rey & had a vision . this was originally supposed to be a short drabble hence the lowercase so sorry if that's irritating. i was too lazy to go and fix it:) wc: 4k
god, your dad would kill both you and ellie if he ever knew what was going on between the two of you.
ellie and your dad were coworkers at one point. you couldn't pinpoint exactly when they began working together, you just vaguely remember the time your dad started mentioning her. you were seventeen or eighteen at the time. there was never a face to the name, all you knew was that she was thirty-four back then and had a wife and a kid. you moved out after you graduated high school and lived in the dorms at college. you didn't have too many friends. you were quiet and kept to yourself. but you didn't mind it. you preferred to be alone. your dad would call you, begging you to go on vacation with him, ellie, her wife, and kid. “we need quality family time,” he’d say. “i don’t want you stuck in the house all summer, either.” you told him that it wasn't family time. ellie and her family would be there too. you politely declined and spent your summers at home, doing your own thing. during those summers, you learned how to live outside of the box you built for yourself. you forced yourself to socialize, doing things you never would've done before. you were a wild card by the end of it. but when your dad came home, you lied and said you spent all summer reading and watching tv. although you were now an adult, you didn't want your dad knowing what you did. you wanted to be trusted.
the summer you were twenty-two, you told your dad you'd tag along for family vacation. it was rewarding to see him so happy. he was mostly happy about the fact that you were finally meeting his best friend after all these years. before the two of you went to meet up with her, your dad gave you an earful about how messy her divorce was. “dina fought hard to get full custody out of spite but luckily, they came to an agreement. ellie has jj during the school year and dina keeps him for the summer. this is her first vacation without them coming along and i don't know how she’s feeling.”
“damn, that really sucks for her. i hope she doesn’t think too hard on it,” you said.
“me too. but i’m sure she’ll be fine. she always is.”
“that’s good. i’m excited to meet her.”
“she’s excited to meet you, too. i know the two of you will kick it off.”
“why, cause we’re both lesbians?”
you dad snorted. “there’s that and she has a great taste in music. i know that’s something you appreciate.”
“mm,” you hummed. “i’ll take your word for it but i’ll quiz her.”
you’ll never forget when you first laid eyes on her. you had never been awestruck over a woman in your entire life but she gave you pause. the image is still burned into your mind. her auburn mullet, tight black tank, baggy camo jeans (the real camo, too) and beaten up combat boots that were making its way over to you. she held out her hand and you took it. it was rough, calloused. you couldn't take your eyes off of her arms. they were toned and covered in freckles. her handshake was quick and firm and she was taller than you by two inches in those boots.
the rest of that summer was history. secret glances, rubbing your knee against hers under the table. in the beginning when you started doing this, she’d side eye you but wouldn't do anything to stop it. she’d carry conversations with you and your dad as if nothing was happening. about a few weeks in, when your dad was focused on something else, ellie reached down underneath the table and grabbed your knee. she gently pushed it over so that your thighs were together. you looked over at her to see a glint in her eye, warning you to stop. but her hand lingered on your bare skin. her fingers even brushed against it when she pulled away and you were pretty certain it was on purpose. a few days after, when everyone was “supposedly” asleep, there was a knock at your door. you sighed, hopping out of the firm hotel bed and dragging over to the door.
“dad,” you began as you opened it. “i’m trying to sleep–”
“we need to talk,” ellie said in a hushed tone. fuck. she looked so hot in her baggy alice in chains shirt and plaid red pajama pants. you stepped off to the side, letting her through the door. you could feel both your heart and cunt throbbing as she stood there, hands loosely on her hips, eyes glaring at you as if she was pissed off or irritated. “what are you doing?”
“um, trying to sleep?”
“don’t… don’t act like you don’t know what i mean,” she hissed. she took a few steps closer to you, causing you to back up against the wall. her face was directly in front of you. your eyes glanced down at her lips then back to her eyes. you thought she didn't notice but she did. “what are you doing?” she repeated.
“flirting.”
“stop it.”
“you don’t like it?”
“of course i do–fuck,” she ran a hand through her messy hair. “i do but… fuck, you’re my best friend’s daughter.”
“so?”
“so? so? we can’t do anything about it.”
“about what?”
ellie’s chest was rising up and down quickly as her breath quickened, growing heavier and heavier by the second. she was fighting hard not to smash her lips against yours. and you playing dumb didn't help the situation, either. it made her want to put you in your place.
“i’m going to make myself very clear so that there’s no more confusion, yeah? you want me, i want you, but it cannot happen. you understand?”
“yes ma’am,” you said.
“fuck me… god. okay. i’m... i’m gonna go back to my room. i’ll see you tomorrow.”
ellie rushed out of your room, leaving you confused as what she said cemented itself into your mind. you went over it a hundred times over in the few minutes you stood there, her words echoing throughout your head until it finally clicked. she said she wanted you too. how the hell did you not hear it the first time? did it just not register? you knew ellie liked the flirting due to the attention. but her feelings were reciprocated? you wasted no time leaving your room to go knock on her door. you weren't sure what you were doing at this point. your body had a mind of its own. ellie opened the door, her hand extending out to grab you and pull you inside.
before you could speak, you were slammed against the wall and ellie’s lips were on yours.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered between kisses. “what are we doing?”
she pulled away, a soft whine leaving your throat. “he doesn't have to know about this.”
“it’s wrong.”
“i know, ellie.”
“i’m too old for you.”
“we’re both adults.”
“your dad,” she whispered softly.
“please… don’t think about that right now.”
ellie rested her head on your shoulder, peppering sweet kisses along the exposed skin. you shuddered and wrapped your arms around her body. your hand made its way to her hair, tugging softly at the short strands. “so wrong but it feels… so, so right,” she uttered against your collarbone. her fingers grazed your hip, eliciting a gasp from you. she hooked them into the band of your shorts and brushed them back and forth along your belly. you could tell she was dealing with an internal battle inside her head and you almost felt bad. she wanted this as much as you did but you couldn't rush her into doing anything or wanting anything. you just let her do whatever it was she felt comfortable doing and you were fine. it was enough for you to be this close to ellie anyhow.
“i knew you’d come,” she breathed. “i knew you wouldn't let this be. i shouldn't have said anything to you. it was a mistake.”
“it is… or was?”
ellie lifted her head up, her eyes studying every inch of your face as she thought long and hard on what to say next. “might be the best mistake of my life.”
-
a whole year had passed since your relationship with ellie started. you’ll never forget the deep sadness you felt when vacation was over. you suspected that the fling would end there but ellie gave you her number. she assured you it wasn't over, the two of you just had to find ways to see each other.
and you did. it was hard for a bit because you were pretty far away in college and ellie couldn't leave her teenage son unattended at home. however, you dropping out made things a little easier. it wasn't what ellie wanted. matter of fact, it was the first argument the two of you got in. it was christmas break and jj was at his other mom’s house for the weekend. she asked you to meet her at the lake in a town nearby. luckily, your dad was working late, so you didn't have to explain to him where you were going and why you would've been gone so late. when the two of you met, she was quick to get on your ass. it was heated and you were frustrated with her. it was as if she couldn't grasp the fact that college made your depression worse. the argument lasted far too long for your liking but you were grateful that the two of you reached an understanding. ellie was very apologetic, it was obvious with how many times she made you cum in her truckbed that night.
but it was summertime again. luckily, this gave ellie even more time with you when she wasn't working. it was also the first year your dad didn't want to go on vacation. he said he was getting too old for all the packing and unpacking that he’d rather stay at home and watch tv all day.
you were leaned back in the passenger seat, bare feet resting on the dash with ellie’s hand gripping your left thigh. the windows were down and it had your hair flying around relentlessly. you looked up at ellie, pushing your hair out of your face to study the concentrated look on her face. a cigarette hung lazily between her lips. every so often, she’d puff on it and let the smoke exit out of her nostrils. she’d briefly take her hand off the wheel to take the cigarette and flick the ash off, but never your thigh. you raised up, scooting closer and closer to her so you could snatch the cigarette from her mouth. she glanced over at you, a lopsided smirk forming as you took a long drag. you inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke in ellie’s face.
“you want us to get into a wreck?” she joked, looking back at the road once she obtained her cigarette again.
“i don’t think i’d mind dying right now. i’m happy.”
“you’re dramatic. i think the books you read are getting to your head. got you thinking life is a movie… or, those things you read. what are they called?”
“fanfiction?”
“yeah, whatever that is.”
“i know this isn't fanfiction or a movie, ellie,” you said, looking out the window in deep thought. “i'm just saying i wouldn’t be upset if we died together.”
“yep. you’re just dramatic.”
“mm, whimsical, really.”
“whatever you say, baby,” she laughed, reaching down to turn the radio up. her thumb tapped the steering wheel along with the beat of wild horses by the rolling stones. you turned your head over to watch the setting sun. the glare of it made the mountains look like huge shadows. the sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. you shut your eyes and sighed. ellie was right. you tend to pretend your life was a movie, a book, fanfiction, whatever. but how could you not when everything was perfect? almost too perfect. the woman of your dreams was sat next to you. she loved you more than anybody has ever loved you. she treated you like you were the most precious, fragile thing. it made sense in your head that she did. because of course, this relationship was fragile. the two of you could never be truly out and open in it. and at any given moment, it could crumble to pieces if your dad were to find out. but you couldn't think of that, not now. you were happy and that was all that mattered.
-
it was already dark by the time the two of you reached the bar, not that you minded. ellie’s fingers were intertwined with yours as she led you inside. you blinked a few times to get your eyes adjusted to the smoky, dim barroom. there was a group of men to your left playing pool, and to your right was the bar itself. there were a bunch of lonely sad men sitting on stools, downing beer after beer after beer. in the middle, there was a huge dance floor and you weren't sure what else there was. it was hard to see past all the bodies spinning around to a hank jr song. ellie brought you in front of her, guiding you forward with her hands on your hips. it was something she did every time the two of you were in large, public spaces. she was both afraid to lose you in the crowd and worried that someone would try touching you. and it definitely wouldn't be a question of if but when in this dingy bar. it was full of perverts. you both made it to the counter and got the bartender’s attention.
“could i get two beers and two shots of whiskey, please,” ellie yelled over the music. the bartender nodded and began to prepare the shots. he grabbed two beers from the fridge and placed all of the drinks in front of you. he took ellie’s card, swiped it, and handed it back. ellie’s hands were gripping the counter, trapping you between it and her body. you picked up the shots and turned around, holding one of the glasses to her lips.
“tilt your head back!”
ellie obeyed, tilting her head back and allowing you to pour the shot down her throat. you downed your own and slammed both glasses onto the table. you hissed, the burning sensation in your throat being all too familiar but never something you’d get used to. you both started chugging the beers, desperate to get it over with so y’all could move over to the dance floor. you thought you hated dancing until you met ellie. there was just something about two stepping with her that felt so freeing. it always felt like it was just the two of you in the building.
the beers were done and over with, which meant it was time to dance. you were being guided over to the floor, ellie’s hands roaming a bit more this time. a sip of alcohol and she was feral. she reached around your waist and grabbed your hand, spinning you out in front of her and pulling you back against her. the two of you began to slowly two step as hello darlin' by conway twitty played. ellie couldn't wipe off the shit eating grin on her face. she loved every minute with you but this was always the most intimate thing she could do with you. holding you close, swaying you side to side while music played. it was heaven on earth. she mouthed the lyrics of the song to you, her eyes soft and showing all the love she had for you.
“i’m so happy to be here,” you slightly slurred, the alcohol finally getting to you.
“me too, darling.”
“i love you, ellie.”
“i love you too.”
you rested your head on her shoulder, staring off into the distance as the two of you danced. you kept catching a glimpse of a woman far off staring hard. you weren’t sure if she truly was staring at you or if it just looked like it. you raised up, looking at ellie with a confused look.
“what is it, babe?” she asked.
you opened your mouth to speak but suddenly the song changed, ripping you away from what you had to say entirely.
“went out one night to make a little round, i met little sadie and i shot her down…”
you smiled. “oh, i love this song!”
ellie shook her head. “mm, i hate this song.”
“dance with me anyways?”
“let's go get another beer.”
you pouted, giving her the best puppy eyes you could muster up. “usually that works but not this time. c’mon,” said ellie. you rolled your eyes and stepped in front of her, allowing her to guide you back to the bar once again. she ordered two more beers and turned to face you.
“anyways, what were you saying?”
“what was i saying? ummm… oh! there was this lady staring at us while we danced. she didn’t look familiar but… it was weird.”
“what woman–”
ellie tensed up. she was looking off to your right, her eyes wide and mouth open. you furrowed your brows and turned, seeing the same woman from earlier standing right behind you. she wore a scowl on her pretty face. she looked at you then back at ellie.
“dina, h-hey,” you heard ellie say. dina? as in… ellie’s ex wife dina? fuck. she didn't know who you were, right? hell, you never met the lady. but that didn't mean she never saw maybe an old photo of you and could put two and two together. it was too dark in the bar anyways. yet, she still was able to make out ellie in the dark.
“fuck,” you muttered to yourself, rushing towards ellie to hide behind her back.
“where’s jj?”
“he’s staying the night with a friend, ellie… is that?”
no. no, no, no. she knows you.
“dina, look. we’ve been divorced for two years. you can’t be jealous i’m with someone else already!” ellie lied, trying to manipulate the situation into something else. but ellie knew there was no way. if anything, she made it worse. of course dina knew who you were.
“ellie, that's chris’ daughter,” she snapped. “what the fuck?”
“dina, it’s not… like that!”
“this is your best friend’s daughter! does he know?”
“yes, he knows!”
“so if i texted chris saying i saw the two of you here, he wouldn't be pissed?”
suddenly, all the noise and voices around you drowned out and was replaced by the sound of your own heart beating. it was fast, nervous and upset with the situation at hand. the two of you had been so careful. why was this happening? how could it be happening? you felt tears prickling your eyes yet you couldn't blink. they burned but you couldn't blink. if you did, the tears would roll and you would be inconsolable. you weren't able to focus anymore on what was happening but you were quickly snapped out of your dissociation when ellie began dragging you outside. you couldn't hold the tears back anymore. they began to flow freely and you were wailing loudly.
“what do we do?” you cried out, watching ellie struggle to open the passenger door. she gently but urgently pushed you forward so that you’d get in. she slammed the door shut behind you and ran around the front to get into the driver's side. “ellie, what do we do?”
“i’m thinking!” she raised her voice. you flinched. your sniffles were the only thing that could be heard besides the rumble of the wheels on the pavement. “fuck, fuck!” ellie slammed her hand down on her steering wheel, groaning loudly and gripping it tightly.
“i can’t lose you,” you whimpered. “i-i can’t, i… i’d go crazy without you.”
“you won’t lose me, babe,” she said, her voice cracking. “this isn't the end of anything. just a… hiccup we can move past.”
“he's going to kill us.”
“me. he’s going to kill me,” ellie corrected.
you shook your head in disbelief. “i should have left you alone last year. i-i was reckless.”
“i regret nothing.”
“it was a mistake! you said it yourself!”
“no! i was an idiot for saying that.”
ellie was speeding. she was going at least thirty miles over the limit, a solid seventy miles per hour.
“y’know, tonight i was thinking fuck it… why not tell chris? hm? he knows i’m good and i know he only wants what's best for you. surely, he’d give us his blessing right? he’d let me take your hand in marriage because lord knows i wanna ask you someday,” ellie rambled.
“i want that too but–”
“dina is just being dina. she thinks she’s harming us when really, she’s pushing me to do what i’ve wanted to do for awhile now. i don’t want us to hide anymore.”
“you’re talking crazy, ellie. my dad will not give us his blessing.”
“so, you really thought we could live the rest of our lives in secret?” ellie glanced over at you. when she did, the truck swerved a bit. she corrected herself and was back in the lane. you held onto the handle above your head, terrified and upset. ellie grabbed the pack of cigarettes sitting on the dash and took one out. she lit it up and threw the empty pack out the window. “you know that never would've worked.”
“ellie, just slow down. please? you're scaring me.”
ellie sighed and slowed the truck down. you were able to finally relax as much as you could in your seat. “sorry, baby. didn’t mean to scare you,” she apologized.
“you’re right. i did think we could keep our relationship secret for the rest of our lives.”
“you live in la la land,” said ellie.
“i know i do.”
“listen, by the end of the night, your dad is going to know about us. shit, he probably already does.”
“what do we do?”
“how about we just leave?”
“what?”
you raised up from your seat, turning towards ellie to show she had your full attention.
“let’s just pack up our shit and get out of that shithole,” ellie repeated. “we want a change of scenery, anyways. i got the money and the degree to get a job elsewhere. it’s gonna be tough on you, having chris angry at you, and tough on me having him mad at me… and being far from jj.”
“it won’t be an issue with jj, right? i mean, he’d have to change schools.”
“he hates that school. really, it’d be a win for him. i’ve been begging dina to let me enroll him somewhere else anyways. she’s fine with it.”
you reached out to grab her free hand, gripping it tightly to the point you could've crushed it. she gripped it just as tight back. you could feel how tense she was, waiting for your answer.
“my stuff?”
“we could go back for it when your dad’s at work. we both know his schedule well enough to do that. we can do it tomorrow if you’d like just… please, baby. let’s go.”
you scooted closer to her and wrapped your arms around her bicep, resting your head on her shoulder. without using any words, you agreed to her proposition. you felt her body relax immediately. her breathing was back at a steady pace, as was yours. you weren't sure where y’all would go but you knew ellie did and you trusted her with every inch of your being. your phone began to go off. you glanced down at the lit up screen to see a picture of you and your dad when you were a kid. you frowned. with a shaky hand, you pressed the decline button and shut off your phone. you admired the full moon outside the window, a small smile playing on your lips. you were scared shitless but you knew you’d be fine. you had ellie by your side. you knew that no matter what, wherever you were or however you felt, ellie would be there too to make it all better.
Elementary Ellie, who all but announced that you were her wife a few weeks into sharing the same first kindergarten class. Who dirties up the overalls Joel spends so much time cleaning just to be on her knees while plucking dandelions during recess to bring to you . And harps on and on to Joel about how he can’t forget food for her wife
Elementary Ellie, who stops calling you her wife around 2nd grade and settles for best friends , but god forbid a boy decide he has a crush on you. And you who talks her down while very sweetly rejecting the seven year old boy in front of you. Because well…you’re practically taken.
Elementary Ellie, who’s in fourth grade the first time kids make fun of her for being so protective of you. Who gets called words a kid shouldn’t be. And who sees you blow your top for the first time since kindergarten, because how dare they. (Joel also has a few choice words for the parents of those kids and slips you a 20 when your parents aren’t looking)
Middle school Ellie, who starts to get a little less possessive after that. Who still gets called names but shrugs it off, and who ignores the odd nauseas feeling she gets when a boy asks you out. And who goes home to cry when you get asked to be someone’s valentine and say yes.
Middle school Ellie, who starts distancing herself when she realizes she has a crush on her best friend. Who in the process absolutely shatters your heart, because why doesn’t she wanna be your friend anymore.
Middle school Ellie, who’s doing a really good job at not bothering you and suppressing whatever she’s got going on until she over hears you ranting to a group of girls about how sad you are. how you miss your best friend , and don’t know what you did wrong. She shows up at your house the next day and pulls some lie out of her ass about why she’s been so distant. Who’s little thirteen year old heart flutters when you give her a hug for the first time in weeks.
High school Ellie, who has come to terms with being in love with you. Who thinks she’s doing a really good job at hiding it but the closet has been glass since elementary. Even you know she’s gay, you just haven’t figured out who she likes.
High school Ellie, who gets her first girlfriend sophomore year. Her name is Dina, she’s an angel, and for some god forsaken reason you can’t brings yourself to like her. You yourself don’t even know why. Not till you all end up hanging out in a group of friends and you see the way Ellie’s hand sits on her waist, or pushed the hair out of her face. That’s when you realize, you wish it was you instead.
High school Ellie, who thinks maybe this is her karma for those few weeks in middle school when you start avoiding her. And she’s the one who wants to know what she’s done, hell her chasing you around got so bad Dina dumped her. And while she’s mildly upset, really doesn’t care as much as she should because she misses you instead.
High school Ellie, who backs you into a corner while you’re walking home, not her best look, and asks you why you’re avoiding her. Who takes great offense when you tell her to go hang out with her girlfriend and corrects you saying Ex immediately followed by a “what the fuck is your problem”. And who blue screens when you grab her face and smash your lips into hers before rebooting and breathing you in like it’s the first gasp of air she’s had in her entire life
College Ellie, who shares an apartment with you , her girlfriend. Who’s still a little nervous around you and blushes when you compliments her. Whose favorite place to kiss you is pressed against the wall because it reminds her of the first time. And who can’t wait to make you her wife, again.
ellie and your father conversed over shared beers and cigarettes. talking about the why’s and what’s of the world, nothing important just simple small talk. you watched them nurse a drink and laugh, it was dull and repetitive. the familiar feeling of boredom washing over you again.
you slump in your lawn chair, letting out a small huff. your eyes scan over ellie’s slim, but muscular figure. how the bottle slotted perfectly in her hand, how her muscles contracted every time she moved, how her middle and ring finger rested together while her pointer and pinky sat apart.
it was dizzying, and also frustrating. you wanted her attention on you, but instead it was on some stupid sports team. it doesn’t take you long to come up with an idea, eyeing her phone and yours. you open it up and swipe to your last conversation with ellie, scrolling through your photos and sending a rather suggestive one.
her phone lit up in her lap. she opened to check the message, and nearly choked on her drink. resulting in a giggle from you, but a scowl from her. you didn’t meet her eyes, you knew they were trained on you. she was tearing you apart with just her gaze.
“i’m gonna go get a refill, need something?” she asks your father, but the question was hinted towards you. he brushes it off with the wave of a hand and directs his attention back to the television screen. she shoots you a look before heading inside and it’s not long that you follow.
“fuck what were you thinking?” she huffs, pressing her front against your ass. her arms cover your body as they grip the bathroom counter, trapping you under her. “sending me photos like that with your daddy next to me. you’re that fuckin’ needy?”
she sounds pissed, but you know she isn’t. not when you talk to her in that sweet, syrupy tone. “m’ sorry, couldn’t help it.” you whine, giving her those sweet doe eyes through the mirror.
“baby, you’re, you’re something else.” her stern tone falters, always finding it hard to stay mad at you for a long period of time. her hand glides over your hips, just the tip of her fingers breaking your waistband.
the cool sensation from her fingers hiss, but it’s quickly replaced with a whine as they trail over your slit. she teases you, dancing around your hole but never inserting her finger in. a mere comparison of what you were doing to her earlier. your hips push back into her hand, chasing the pleasure that she won’t give.
“els, please. i-i need you so bad. fuck—“ your words are cut off a high pitched moan, her middle finger diving knuckle-deep into your cunt. her finger curls inside of you while slowly easing in and out. the sound of your juices bringing a smirk to her face.
your head drops down, unable to support the weight of it as she fucks into you. ellie tuts, a disappointed hum filling the room. “did all that begging, and you’re already falling apart.” she teases, her voice laced with lust and faux sympathy. “but we’re not gonna have that, baby. you’re gonna watch me fuck this pussy. let you realize how wrong this is.”
her free hand wraps around your neck, using her thumb to angle your jaw up, and forcing you to look in the mirror. she smiles at the lustful expression plastered onto your face. pornstar moans leaving your lips with every thrust. it’s pathetic, and she loves it.
“taking me so well, love. c’mon, fuck me like you mean it.”
