᪤ bbf!ellie williams x reader ╱ she’s so annoying…but a kiss from her is something you can’t ever resist…
“how’s that boyfriend of yours doing?” there’s a sort of mock in ellie’s voice. a sense of need to humiliate you like she usually does with questions like these.
“why?” you narrow your eyes at her, squinting them slightly trying to see what she was getting at, even though you knew all too well in what direction this was heading in.
“just making conversation, that’s all,” she hums at you, way too amused by your response. you don’t like her tone, and you especially hate the way she talks to you and parades around your house like she owns it.
your eye twitches at the thought. why is she so damn cocky? you know it’s all a facade, a mask she wears to get under you skin because she knows how easy it is to get you all nervous and flustered.
“so how is he?” she presses, head tilting to the side with a smirk that makes you want to strangle her right there and then.
you think, she definitely knows that it’s been 3 months since you broke up with him for reasons that are, on the contrary very logical; he was a man. but you indulge her for no particular reason. “we broke up.”
“oh, i’m sorry,” ellie muses, feigning concern. a fake frown hung over her lips like she actually cares.
you laugh at her clear smugness, head rolling back before you turn to look back at her. “don’t give me your pity. we both know you don’t care,” you find it quite ironic that she seems to give the impression that she does truly care for your heartbreak, but in reality she’s been praying for it. for her own benefit that is.
“oh no, trust me, i care.” she concedes.
“…for? my relationships? people i date or talk to?” you lift your brow, gaze drilling into her eyes like you’re trying to see what’s behind them.
“mmmh, yes.”
“why? humour me.”
“because i care about you.”
the words are thrown at one another like three quick snaps. one. two. three. and you watch her mouth open again, “haven’t i told you that before?”
your chest tightens at her words, face dropping in fear that maybe there were some unwanted ears around. you swing your head to one side than to the other looking to see if maybe there had been. to your fortunate surprise there wasn’t. thanks whoever because if your brother heard her say that you don’t know what he would’ve done.
“don’t say that, ellie.” you stop her, voice loose of the confidence it once had.
“why not?” she indulges even though she knows why. you’ve heard stories from people—friends, and most importantly your own brother. he’s warned you to stay as far away from ellie as you possibly could. such a strange thing to hear about a girl you’ve known since you were 5 and she was 7, the same girl that would wipe tears from under your eyes after you feel off your bike.
ellie was not the monster that everyone made her out to be. not with you at least. ‘she plays with hearts like they are cards’ tomfoolery you thought, ellie is sweet, teasing but kind. but just because she was soft towards you doesn’t mean she wasn’t the card player they called her.
“that’s a stupid question.” you give her an annoyed eye roll, because you both knew it was a dumb thing to ask.
“he doesn’t have to know.” she tells you, scooting closer to you now. her arm round the back of the couch, one leg up on the cushion, and the other tapping against the carpet on the floor. when she shifted closer to you you felt her knee press against your thigh and her face was now much closer to yours than it was before, noses practically touching. “he won’t.”
“you…” a whisper, breathing hitting her face. her eyes drift down to your lips and you watch as she licks her own. the tension is as thick as it’s ever been. “…don’t know that.”
“i do.” ellie reassure you like she already has the answers for everything. and you have to give it to her because one thing you’ve always known about ellie that stayed true was that she was good at convincing you.
and after what feels like forever(about 47 seconds) of silence she moves her face close enough to plant a kiss to your lips. it may have not been the first time but it sure felt like it was. lips gentle as ever, tongue poking into your mouth.
“i won’t let him know.” she whispers against your lips, her palm coming up to cradle the side of your face. you eyes slide shut and you melt into her touch and lose your mind to the contact of her lips.
“okay.” is all you manage to say before completely letting ellie win just like she always does.
ZACH: so what if i am messaging a bunch of different girls in my phone because i need girl advice
ZACH: hi i need girl advice
ZACH: love me @ellierosepsu
abby’d said she hung out by the dock now -- that stretch of lake that no one went to because it was way too overgrown to do anything with without any real help. it’s been a few weeks -- you were pretty much back to fighting fit, and by fighting, you mean huffing into your stitches when maria told you you’re still not up for going back on the rota because knowing you, you’ll just get yourself killed by doing some reckless shit. maybe maria was a little more eloquent than that, but getting bitten twice in the last couple times you went outside those walls stands as reckless shit.
you see dina a lot more regularly now, and spend your evenings wandering from joel’s to hers and back when dina had to rush out for evening duty and jj was ferried back off to her mom’s. (you told her that you didn’t mind hanging out with the little guy, but dina’d insisted, and you are so fucking bored that you feel like clawing out your eyeballs.)
you haven’t seen abby for a while -- you kind of look out for her when you go to the bar, when seth grunts something like a fucking asshole and when kc smacks him round the back of the head with a soggy dishtowel for being a fucking asshole, but you haven’t seen her. you’ve seen lev a couple times, but you still don’t have a whole lot to say to him after santa barbara, and you find yourself wandering out toward the dock not long after he runs off with a gaggle of other kids. okay.
you hear her before you see her, but it takes seeing her to put the noises together. it’s the methodic thump of a hammer coming down on wood, and when you parse through the thicket of ferns and grass, you see her hunched over a little boat that... actually looks pretty fuckin’ well done.
She was drunker and more social than usual, leaning over a sticky countertop, eyes wide as the moon as she listened to the barkeep -- a greying man with white scruff and so many sun freckles that he just looked permanently tanned -- go on about his life on the road, stories of wild nights with rockstars and warm summer rain, topless girls dancing under the sun and drinking more whiskey than water. Leo was fully invested, nodding along and hanging onto his every word as she attempted to wrap her head around how they had existed on the same planet, yet lead such opposite lives. Chuckling at something she said, she looked to the person next to her with an incredulous grin, hoping they’d share her amusement only for a look of distaste to be scrawled across her features as her eyes took in none other than Ellie. “Oh,” Leo said flatly, turning away from her as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, “never mind.” @elliealdenkamp
