sub!ellie soft!ellie sub!ellie soft!ellie i want and need more soft!ellie so this is my contribution
just something about being at a party, pissing off to the balcony to go smoke and meeting ellie there... you've never talked before, only know each others names through friends. but somehow, you end up sitting next to her, making her smoke a spliff although ellie just went on a rant on how awful she finds them, but how could she say no to you? maybe it is the light coming from inside the house illuminating your face, or the smell of weed in the cold night air. or is it just something about you? she can't pinpoint it exactly, but her heart is racing for sure. one thing leads to another, she's giggling into your neck at your jokes and it makes your heart palpitate, where is this going to go? it got you giggling too, you tell her she's pretty bold for someone who seems so shy, she blushes.
"watch me," ellie says, voice shaky as she takes it back, just a joke, she wasn't trying to imply that she wanted to go at you, or so her long panicky explanation goes. but the way she has been glancing at you this whole time is telling you another story, her green eyes and pouty lips are driving you insane.
and suddenly you find yourself pushing her into the corner, where balcony rail and wall meet. sloppy kisses and roaming hands, ellie is completely lost in you, but your hands on her waist keep her balanced. she is pretty cute like this, breathless and needing for more, moaning into every kiss, gasping for air whenever your hands glide over her torso.
you pull away, she looks disappointed, adorable. but her eyes shine the brightest the second you invite her to come stay at your place.
"if you don't mind," ellie says, she got her arms wrapped around your neck, so you can feel her play with her fingers.
"oh i wouldn't be kissing you like this if i did mind," you whisper and she blushes, you love making her blush. so you take her hand and drag her out of this awful party, if you were to take her heart she wouldn't even care, tonight, ellie was all yours.
an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! that means a lot to me, make sure if you like my writing to make suggestions! (p.s. i'm drinking wine & missing uni sooo)
(no y/n)
♪ playlist: palace/curse, i. the party, in a good way, 2 AM . ♪
#normalgirlsyndrome
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you were staring at your phone at the edge of your mattress in your college apartment. boxes had been packed, the bed once in a frame on the floor, and your gown hung over your closet door. you knew ellie was throwing a party tonight at her house and you couldn’t refuse the opportunity to go. although you didn’t have a choice because your roommates insisted you had one last night together. so, before you taped up your boxes, you pulled out your traditional going outfit, ready to hit it one last time. you were already tipsy from the four glasses of white wine you inhaled while doing your makeup. you tapped through ellie’s story ferociously over and over. she had been posting videos of her smoking a joint and playing beer pong, waiting for people to show. you couldn't help but smile at her sweet face.
you felt a twist in your stomach as you thought about seeing her again. of course you had seen her around campus and waved, but things had gotten more awkward than you’d both admit. the relationship turned dry but you remember the touches of her hands on those random “dates” that she refused to acknowledge. they were so sweet and soft, you yearned for more, especially the nights when you were alone touching yourself in your bed wishing it were her. she refused that she had any feelings for you after a seldom walk near the lake where the stillness of the water was louder than her lack of words. “I just thought we’d be better as best friends lovey,” she told you. her mouth said one thing but her eyes said another, you were sure she was lying. you saw her around with dina, her on-and-off girlfriend, wondering what she had that you didn’t. you picked yourself apart one random date ago while you cried and stared at her photos on instagram. you found yourself reopening those wounds as you began to head for the door.
the smell of sweating bodies and weed cause your lungs to tighten, forcing a cough out of your throat. your heart became tight at the thought of seeing her, you couldn’t quite place why. so many memories flood your head — remembering the sound of her guitar trilling through the night on her back porch, where she sang your favorite songs to you. her fingers meticulously tracing the guitar's neck, making it perfect for you. you fell into the corner you typically shove yourself into, as your friends handed you a red cup with a clear liquid that smelled like tequila.
you took it straight, not caring about the consequences. your throat burned with sweet satisfaction, once the liquor dropped into your belly, you felt sweat bulb to your top lip. they handed you another, this time with a lime, and you noticed abby, the captain of the rugby team eyeing you. this wouldn’t have been the first time you caught her staring. you flutter your heavy lashes in her direction as you bite your lower lip ever so slightly. abby was attractive, she was fit beyond belief and you could imagine the type of positions she could put you in with no effort. she started making a stride towards you in her all black ensemble.
a text hits your home-screen, it’s ellie.
come smoke.
you ignore the message as abby comes beaming with a smile.
“hey pretty.” she muttered.
i know you’re here come onnnn.
ellie knew you only smoked with her, she wouldn’t ask you otherwise. so, you grab abby by the hand and grin right back at her. “you wanna come smoke with me?” you ask, not really giving her a choice.
was your intent to make ellie jealous… no… but yes, because you were only just friends. abby follows your lead naturally towards the back patio glimmering brightly ahead. you both slip past the kitchen, through the sliding doors where ellie is chatting with her roomates, and you wave at her. she’s not blitzed yet, so she has a smug look on her face when she sees abby. her twisted face is illuminated by the fairy lights gleaming softly around the perimeter of the porch.
“hey els," abby says.
“hi you.” you said, reaching directly for the blunt in her hand.
her eyes scan your body, she loved when you wore that outfit, as you bent down she snuck a look at your breast, clearly spilling out of your top. abby sits in the wooden lawn chair just parallel of ellie and you perch yourself in her lap, her hands automatically coming around your waist. they were bigger than they seemed and you felt a heat patch warm your core. ellie could never hide her facial expressions, she attempted to not turn to look, instead, she turned her chair.
beer?” she asks abby.
“yes please. thanks.” abby replies.
“make me something.” you demand.
ellie sets her jaw and moves slowly into the kitchen past a herd of people. you bring the blunt to your lips, sucking in, holding, then exhaling away from abby’s face. she was watching you intently, noticing how your lips puckered. you turn to her and place it between her lips, she coughed violently as the smog entered her lungs.
“aw. sorry, I didn't—“
“nope it's,” she said with her thick throat. “never got to smoke because of rugby.”
you just hit her with an understanding face as you shift on her lap. her left hand moves to rest on your inner thigh and her other just at the curve of your ass as you perch closer into her. you face the joint and grab her cheeks, blowing smoke into her mouth, she inhales softly, both of your lips practically touching. you’d never give her the satisfaction as you noticed her hips pressing your backside.
ellie stood behind you both, holding a can of beer and a cocktail glass filled with your drink. you handed off the joint and took both in your hands. ellie noticed how close abby’s hands were to your crotch and became red with jealousy. ellie looked you in your eyes as she pushed out smoke from between her lips. as you sipped your Ellie concoction, abby’s hands trailed up your back under your top, she pulled you in closer to her chest as she whispered in your ear. “you’re so fucking hot.”
you giggle at her praises but feel a knot form in your stomach as you keep unwavering eye contact with ellie’s as Abby continues to spout praises. you press down harder in her lap where she thrusted upwards into your ass.
“so, you guys ready to graduate?” ellie interrupted, seeing how flustered you got.
you sipped to avoid speaking as abby turned her head to answer ellie.
“yes. i’m thinking about backpacking around Asia for a bit.”
“really? i’ve always wanted to do —“
“since when?” ellie cuts you off in a fiery spit.
abby coughs and sips her beer in a gulp, finishing it all.
“need another?” you ask.
abby nods kindly and gently pats your ass as you get up. ellie passes the blunt to abby and follows you inside to go to the drink fridge in the basement. you know she’s following you, you can practically feel her breath on your neck as you zig-zag toward the steps. you reach the bottom of the basement stairs and see ellie’s silhouette at the top. you try and reach for the string near the lightbulb but can’t find it, your heart beats loudly in your ears as ellie’s converse tap towards you. she stands right in front of you, without saying a word, you can smell her shampoo mixed with weed, and she reaches up to turn the light on. you look at her light pink eyes, and furrowed brows, and notice her heaving.
for a moment you both just stand in thick silence.
“i have to get abby a beer.” you felt your feet become heavy and your mind drifted.
before you could even open the refrigerator door an inch, she slams it shut. her eyebrows raise in curiosity.
“speak.” you demand.
taken aback, she gasps at your boldness. “well—I— what the fuck?”
you shove past her and take another beer in your hands ignoring her dropped jaw.
“you come to my party, rubbing up on that bitch, sitting in her lap… wha-when has that ever been like you?”
“are you the only one allowed to have fun?”
she froze, as abby called out.
“hey, you okay?”
her voice was so protective, you felt her gaze down at the top of the stairs, making sure ellie didn’t do anything stupid.
“i’m fine, ellie was helping me with something. i’ll be up.”
you tried to convince abby, but she still stood watching, which made ellie twitch with anger.
“i’m going to go to the bathroom pretty.” abby finally says leaving.
“okay!” you yell out.
“if you go, please don’t…” she babbled.
you liked seeing her so weak for you, but it wasn’t enough. you stood your ground and dared to move past her, but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “ellie get off of me.”
you felt the wine and weed settle in, you were sweating, panting, and fingertips buzzing. her touch felt so good, you couldn’t deny that.
“pretty.” she mocked.
At least someone sees it, you thought.
—
you officially lost Abby, she must’ve left or found someone else to caress. you didn’t mind, deep down you knew that’s not who you really wanted anyway. as you sipped a lone beer and wandered around the house your high was kicking in and the music entered your ears in a blur. no words were clear, just the bass booming on the hardwood creating a vibration under you. you reach the end of the hallway, where ellie’s room door stood. it seemed taller than usual, more daunting, stretching several feet upwards. you actually had never been in her room before; you saw it on her stories, or on facetime, but never in person. as you reached for the cold, gold knob you pause.
you hear ellie’s laugh boom from behind you, so you follow it like sonar. you see her taking shots with her bandmates and you watch as her t-shirt lifts up ever so slightly to expose her naval. you wanted to know what it tasted like. her feet wobbled underneath her, and she was tipsy. you blink your eyes several times as you find a wall to lean on, and your hand travels back down the hall to open the big, scary door. you creep inside, it’s dark, but in the corner is a small desk lamp that illuminates a yellow hue onto the room. her bed was on the floor, room unpacked, shit was all on the floor, and her guitars were perched in the left corner of the room. to the right was her bathroom, you saw your reflection and had to focus to see your face. your eyes pink, lips wet, and body warm. you sipped more beer as you turned to her shower, you imagined ellie’s naked body, the way she rubbed the bar of soap around her neck, nipples, and in between.
you went to sit on Ellie’s bed, you began to roll yourself in her messy, undone bedding. her smell was so thick, bruising your nostrils, filling you up. you remember how she treated you when dina was around and you became more pissed off. you swallowed the last drops of your drink and threw the bottle on the ground. warm tears began to bud and then you realized how your mascara would run down your cheeks. you pulled out your phone to check the damage.
lets talk, im sorry.
ellie’s message from two hours ago, you freeze, it’s been two hours? you bring your palms to your forehead and let out a soft sob.
“i’ll be back, yea!” ellie hollers from the hallway.
you straighten up immediately, she walks in hand in her hair, surprised to see you.
“oh.” she says softly.
you couldn’t help but sigh. you set your phone down on the ground and look up at her, she had a slight smile on her face seeing you like this, not knowing you were on the verge of tears just now. she closes the door behind her, bends down, and lifts your chin up.
“you’re gone.” she giggles.
you push her hand away and turn your face.
“let me take care of you, come on. it’s the least I can do,”
the softness in her voice shook you.
“did you get my text lovey?”
all you can muster is a nod as you begin to scoot towards the head of her bed.
“why don’t you just, get comfortable, i’ll get you something to throw on.”
she rummages loud through her boxes, which makes your head pound, and tosses you a clean, grey zip-up. she leaves the room quietly, flicking on the light in the bathroom and closing the door after she clicks off the table lamp. you remove your jeans and top, leaving you in your lace panties.
your head is pounding as you become more intoxicated by the scent of her earthy shampoo lingering on her pillow. you inhaled the familiar scent, imagining your hands running through her hair, pulling her closer to your neck. the door opens and you jolt as you remember you never put on the zip-up.
“I’m sorry— I,” ellie gulps as she spills the glass of water she brought for you onto herself. you roughly zip yourself into the warmth that smelt like her laundry detergent.
“i’m good.” you mutter.
you both share a familiar laugh, and her gaze becomes shifty as she thinks about your body. she hands you a half-full glass of cold water with a nervous smile.
“glass half full, right?”
you sip and chuckle.
stupid, fucking stupid Els, she thinks.
she sits beside you at the opposite end of the bed, she ignores the fact that she can see your thighs unhindered by any fabric not obstructing her view. even though it was dark, she could still see you illuminated by the bathroom light.
“good, urm,” she peered down at her now sheer shirt. “i will go and get ready for bed.”
her nipples were suddenly erect from the cold water spreading onto her chest. You couldn’t help but notice them perk from under the thin, wife-pleaser material. she stood up to grab her night clothes and head for the bathroom, leaving you smothered in darkness. you couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or not, but the four walls that you imagined around you spun.
you heard the water from the shower turn on and your fantasy brightened, thinking about ellie’s body. you became more drunk on the image of ellie touching herself in the shower because of you. knowing how intently she was watching you grind against abby, not only did it make her furious, it turned her on. she knew she made a mistake, picking dina over you all these years. you push your hips upwards, riding the mattress, inhaling ellie’s scent.
you found her name leave your lips softly, Ellie.
Ellie.
you couldn’t tell the difference between your voice and your subconscious desire of moaning her name. you began to imagine her holding you.
Ellie.
“lovey, you okay?” she said frightening you.
you paused, realizing she opened the bathroom door, drying her hair on a towel. Her grey boxers clung to her body so sweetly. she wore a distressed band tee that sat just above her belly button. you had formed sweat around your hairline and your body perfectly contoured into the mattress.
“i’m okay. yea, thanks.”
she sighed as she bent down to sit at the edge of the bed. as she dried her hair she was thinking of the next move to make. you were bunched up under yourself, warm from embarrassment. her hand wrapped around your ankle gently, which shocked you, but your reaction time was too slow. she leaned over to kiss your leg, kisses feeling like a pure electric shock, you groaned at finally feeling her touch.
“els.” you managed to say.
“what?” She said in between kisses, finally coming up the side of your thigh, with her left hand coasting up your backside.
“no. i can’t.”
your body pushes her hands away, startling her. she looked at you in pure shock, as if you were the one who was wrong. she crawled towards you with undeniable lust in her eyes.
“why not?” she asked dumbfounded.
“you rejected me all this time. you… dina…” you say attempting to jog her memory.
“dina and i so what.” she moved an inch on all fours.
“you chose her over me, so that’s that.”
“baby,” she groaned.
you melt at her voice, you couldn’t help it.
" okay, i was scared. scared to disappoint you, I’m not… I’m not sure how to be in a relationship. dina was fun, easy, she didn’t care. I wanted you, I just- 'm so fucking dumb,” she rambled.
you grimaced at her name, you had grown so spiteful of her that even the mention of her made you tense. ellie was now in your bubble, she laid her head on the pillow beside you, and sincerity filled her eyes.
“you could’ve told me that. you know that I was your best friend ellie.”
she flinches at her own name. “I know, I know.” she muttered as she tucked her hand behind your neck and leaned in to kiss you. her lips were pillowy and wet, better than anything you’ve ever felt. she swiped the bottom of your lip entering her tongue inside your mouth. you groan at the taste of her and her huffing as she pushes deeper into your mouth. your hands drift to her waist and you pull your leg up over her body, pulling her closer.
your hands travel up her back into her scalp. she pulls away and pierces your pupils, she meant everything she said, you saw it. “i’m sorry lovey, i was just scared.” she added.
you could only force out a hmm.
"please forgive me?" she says, pecking your neck slowly with staccato kisses.
her tongue swirls up the side of your neck and wraps around your lobe as she pleads, "please." desperately pushing up against you.
• ellie is the queen of gentle kisses. literally kisses you all over your face, trying to tickle you with her lips. she's always so warm and gentle, laughing as you squeal and squirm.
• when you're sick, ellie is literally on top of you. she will be by your side the entire time and even hold your tissues against your nose when you need to sneeze or cough. you'll always worry that you'll get her sick, but she doesn't care because she just loves spending time with you. kind of relates to the other one, but when you're sick your allergies are so sensitive and ellie uses this to her advantage. she'll kiss the tip of your nose, trying to hear more of your sneezes that she just thinks are the cutest things ever.
• she'll always make sure that you're doubled up with jackets when it's cold outside, even if you complain that you're hot enough with what you have on. she knows how miserable you get when you're sick, so she'll be adamant about making sure you're warm.
• when you're out with friends, she'll text you every hour to make sure that you're okay. if you come home drunk, she'll make you chug several water bottles to balance out the alcohol.
• always encourages you to put on fashion shows for her every time you get dressed. she's always enthusiastic about what you're wearing, even if it's a simple blouse and jeans.
• always wants you to be on her lap. even when you think you're too heavy, she'll hold onto your thighs to make sure you don't get up.
"ellie, i'm too heavy, i'm going to crush you." she merely grunts and buries her face into the back of your neck, placing gentle kisses along your soft skin. "no you're not, babe. just stay."
• loves pet names like "honey" "baby" "sweetheart" but always judges couples that say "bub" or "bubby." you would both joke about it and she would use those on you just to make you cringe.
• ellie is such a cuddle bug omg. she def has cold hands and she's just a cold-natured person in general, so she loves when her body is up against yours, getting to feel every curve and crevice of her girl as she hums contently. like ugh shes so gf.
Don't get me wrong, I am a total simp for mean!Ellie who is nice to everyone but you. Always mocking you and teasing you to get reactions out of you.
BUT...
Since I am a very sensitive person and I cry very easily, I really crave a mean!Ellie who has a soft spot for your, but is mean to everyone else. Like, I would imagine her being so charmed by you when she first sees you, not finding it in her power to throw a single insult in your direction, NOT EVEN AS A JOKE.
She is so nice to you, always offering to drive you home, or help you with your school projects, always wanting to hang out with you and paying for your food, always complimenting you and reminding you how good you look when you are feeling insecure. Always protecting you from creeps by pulling you close to her when she sees them shamelessly staring at you. Always making sure you are comfortable and taking great care of you, overwhelming you with her kindness.
Bonus
Imagine one day you are telling your friends about this great new person you met that you quickly befriended and kinda have a crush on and when you drop the name they are like: "Ellie? Ellie Williams? Are you sure we are talking about the same person? She is a total bitch" and you are like: "No she is not???"🤨🤨🤨 And you are very confused because Ellie treats you so well... it can't be her they are talking about.
