hi yall! i know i have a history of making fics then disappearing but i actually have plans into making this a series! i don’t know how long it’ll span but i’m thinking 3 or 4 chapters so stay tuned if u like the story! 🪷🤍 also srry the ending is rushed cause im tired and just want to finish this!
elliot x fem reader
lowercase on purpose
not proofread
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synopsis; you and elliot were best friends, and despite being flirtatious, there was never really anything going on between you two.. right?
Chapter 1: History class
junior year was rough. the new schedule adjustments, not knowing anyone in this new school, and being smart enough to not completely fail but also not smart enough to effortlessly pass all weighed down on you. you could get by being alone, but it was never easy. that was up until you met elliot.
“elliot, we have to finish this history project.” you advised. of course, you didn’t actually mean we. you always ended up carrying the weight of the work whenever you worked with him. normally, doing all the work in a group project would drive you up the wall. but whenever you got around elliot, you felt as if his presence was enough. you never pushed for anything more from him.
he was also your first best-friend, and you were his. nothing could compare to the nights you spent on the phone with him, whether you were doing algebra homework, or trying to pick out a dress for your first party, he was always there.
elliot took a pull from the blunt you both were smoking and it became infinitely hard for you to not stare. “y/n,” elliot started as he exhaled the smoke, “we have more than 2 weeks to finish this. and all we really have to do is copy what we wrote in our notebooks onto the poster board! it can’t be that difficult angel”
there was that nickname again. he’s used it plenty of times before now, but its weight never faltered because it always made you weak in the knees.
“but still, i’d like to finish this now so we have time for ourselves later,” you sighed, and in an attempt to hide your flustered face, you began copying down your notes to your poster.
“time for ourselves? what do you have in mind?” elliot teased as a sly smile appeared on his face, taking another hit from the blunt.
he didn’t know if the weed was making him bolder, or if it was the way the light from his window perfectly dawned on your relaxed figure, but elliot began to admire your features.
you were so soft with him, never making him feel smaller than you. always taking his feelings into consideration and looking out for him. even now, where you seem uptight, elliot couldn’t help but admire.
he couldn’t pinpoint just exactly what about you in this moment was enticing him like never before, but regardless of what it was, he couldn’t stop staring. and unbeknownst to elliot, you sensed him eyeing you down.
“y’know if you keep looking at me like that, i won’t get any work done.” you giggled, looking up at him.
“well that would be just terrible” he mused as he got up from his seat on the floor and moved closer to you on the bed to pass you the joint. he then held the blunt up to your lips and as you inhaled, you looked up at him. his eyes were low, red, and they never seemed to leave yours. he was so close, you were able to feel the warmth radiating off his body, and somehow, you never felt more comfortable.
his cool fingertips had just barely grazed your lips but that single, electrifying touch left you longing for more of him, and it took every ounce of strength you had to not ask.
after what felt like a century (but was just 6 seconds), he removed the blunt from in between your lips and watched you inhale the smoke, then exhale slowly. everything you did was hypnotic to him, and he couldn’t get enough.
the next day, you sat with jules and rue in the cafeteria. elliot decided to eat off campus for lunch, and you were glad that you hadn’t seen him all day yet. if you were being honest, you had been avoiding him all day.
you weren’t mad or upset at him by any means, but you just didn’t know what to say to him. i mean, what could you say? your relationship was always flirty, so why has it just hit you now?
“can i tell you guys something?” you blurted to your friends sitting across from you.
as you asked, you started to mindlessly scroll through you and elliot’s messages. you had never thought your feelings towards elliot were anything other than platonic up until a few weeks ago, and yesterday had only confirmed that you wanted him more than you’d like to admit.
“yeah sure, wassup?” rue asked, munching on her sandwich
“would you ever see me and elliot as.. you know,” you hesitated, “a thing? like together?”
“wait.. you guys aren’t ‘a thing?’” mocked jules. “i could've sworn you guys we’re together!?”
rue laughed to herself as she began to speak, “yeah i mean, you guys are always flirting with each other? i just assumed you guys were dating ‘nd just didn’t say.”
“you think so?” you questioned, fiddling with your well-manicured nails. you never saw anything between elliot and you until recently so there is no way that everyone else saw what you were so blind to.. right?
“yes, y/n, oh my god! i can’t believe you guys aren’t already dating!” jules exclaimed while giggling with rue. “i never want to hang out with the two of you alone because i feel like a third wheel!”
you were utterly surprised by the words that were coming out of your best friend's mouths. there was no way other people could see you guys together. there was no way they truly thought that.
you made a face as if all the gears in your head were turning, and in all honesty, they were. they were working their hardest as you started thinking that if everyone sees you both as a couple, that would have to mean he shows some sort of romantic feelings for you, right? he has to have looked at you in some way or said something to make everyone think you guys went out, right?!
“wait so you think he likes me too?” you excitedly asked.
“if his goo-goo eyes everytime you walk in weren’t a dead giveaway to how he feels, you should know he speaks about you every second of the day..” jules confessed, “whenever he starts telling me pointless ass stories about things you’ve guys have done together, i honestly just zone out.”
“how haven’t you noticed any of this? it’s so stupidly obvious, it’s not even funny” rue mumbled with a mouth full of food.
“i don’t know?! i just never thought of him — or us like that!” you said, laughing exasperatedly.
“probably ‘cause she’s in love too!” jules teasingly exclaimed. you knew she was joking, but for as long as you’ve known him, all you ever wanted to do was spend all day with him. he always showered you with attention and quality time. and even if he didn’t, you’d still drop everything to be with him. there was never any words or actions that needed to be spoken or done between the two of you in order for you to feel appreciated and loved.
loved. you would never bat an eye if you used that word to describe your relationship with him before.
“you guys should just get together,” rue said, crashing your train of thought as she gathered her stuff for her next class, “you're both ‘best friends’ already so nothing would have to change, right?”
you didn’t respond.
on one hand, it seemed like there was absolutely nothing to lose. apparently, he’s given multiple signs that he likes you so why not? why couldn’t you shake the feeling that everything would change?
“y/n, you don't have to make a decision right now, but remember that elliot would never do anything to make whatever you guys have going on weird. he genuinely cares,” jules reaffirmed, standing up from the table.
“thanks jules, but i honestly don’t think i’m gonna ‘make a decision.’ i just want to let things work themselves out so i don’t have to” you said, getting you things and going to your history class.
walking into your class, you immediately sensed elliot was there, despite him being sat in the far back. you didn’t really know what to say after that night in his room, on top of the bombshell rue and jules had just dropped on you.
as you walked into the class, you tried to scan for an empty seat that wasn’t the seat next to him. normally, you’d sit there with no hesitation, but you hadn’t prepared yourself enough to have the conversation that so desperately needs to be held.
fuck. you thought as you saw there were no more empty seats, annoyance written on your face.
you made your way to the desk nexts his and tried your hardest to avoid any unnecessary eye contact.
skipping this class would’ve been easier than enduring 45 minutes next to someone you’re trying your hardest to steer clear of but some shit just can’t be helped.
as you sat down and the lesson began, everything seemed to be going well except for the watchful pair of eyes that followed your every move.
you felt them as you picked up your pencil to jot down notes, as you took a sip from your water bottle, to when you opened your phone. you felt your energy being snuffed by his piercing gaze.
“maybe if i just ignore him he’ll stop.” you hoped to yourself.
15 minutes had gone by and he has not stopped once. you couldn’t figure out if he was doing it on purpose to make you freak out or if he was just that nosey but you finally had enough.
“don’t stare, it’s rude.” you seethed silently, looking at him for the first time since class started
“oh you decided you want to talk to me now? to what do i owe the honor” elliot haphazardly taunted.
“damn he noticed i was ignoring him” you thought to yourself.
“only ‘cause you’ve been staring at me for the past like, 15 minutes?”
“only ‘cause you’ve been ignoring me all day.”
“i haven’t been ignoring you?” lie 1.
“you haven’t?”
“no” lie 2.
“so why haven’t you said a word to me like, all day?”
“we just have nothing to speak about” lie 3.
“you sure? cause i heard something completely different from jules”
of course.
of course she was the reason you got caught in your lies. you internally laughed to yourself and left a mental note to never trust jules with anything even mildly important again.
but on the bright side, thank god he stopped interrogating you or else your conscience would’ve started eating you alive to feed all those lies you were spouting. i guess in an odd way, you’d be able to thank jules for saving your conscience. or maybe not.
“oh really?” you smirked “what did jules tell you then?” you couldn’t let your facade fall. you knew how to work your way out of shit, even if jules mucked up your oh-so-amazing plan.
“not much” elliot replied, “she just told me you had something to say to me”
you sighed to yourself. you could either keep playing this game of avoiding talking about your situation-ship, or come clean and possibly ruin what you both have.
you know that there’s a chance that he wants you back. but why ruin what you both have right now? it’s like when you’re doing your eyebrows and they’re absolutely perfect, but you keep plucking at them to make them even better, and before you know it, you end up over plucking and now have 2 uneven brows!
why ruin what’s already been so good to you? you’re both fine with what you were.
“well she was wrong,” you finally said. “do you have anything to say to me?” a tinge of hopefulness written in that question.
after a few seconds of silence, he replied,
“no.”
see, you knew you shouldn’t have pushed it. everything could’ve been gone in a matter of seconds.
“cool.” you uttered.
you picked up a blackberry from the bowl of fruit you were snacking on and ate it while retelling maddy and cassie everything that happened in history yesterday.
“cool?” maddy repeated “why the fuck would you say cool y/n?”
“yeah you’re giving him mixed signals” cassie chimed in.
“i honestly didn’t know what else to say like, i knew if i said anything more, i could ruin 3 years worth of friendship.”
“yeah but by not saying anything you could’ve ruined 3 years worth of friendship” sighed cassie “if one day you guys were hotboxing in his room getting close, and the next you’re giving him the cold shoulder, what’s he supposed to think?”
“it’s not like he wanted to speak about it though so why should i be the one that has to?” you asked, popping a mango cube in your mouth.
“so you want him to come to you?” maddy questioned, “i’m confused why you’re even stuck over him anyway. if you’re not dating why is your relationship this stressful? take advantage of you’re stress-free, single life girl!”
“maybe you’re right about that, i mean, if we’re not together why am i even overthinking this?” you giggled, sitting up from your bed.
“no yeah, don’t stress over shit like this. if you want him to make the first move and he doesn’t, just stay friends and find someone else” maddy suggested.
just as maddy said that, a notification popped up on your phone.
when you have to write fics yourself bc there are aren't any for the characters you want to read fics about <<<<< and to get the hashtag saturated it means you have to pump fics out like a machine <<<<
short blurb cause i’m not writing a part 2 to wishful thinking unless i think it’s good and as of rn, i don’t think it’s allat lmfao
also i wrote this in like an hour and 30 minutes just to get smth quick out bc ive noticed lack of elliot x reader so now i have to take matters into my own hands
prompt: “how about a kiss before i go”
1.6K words
you’d wish it was like this every night. the music blasting so loud to the point where you can only hear the bass, the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room, and you and your best friends doing shots for the 3rd time tonight. everything was perfect.
you’d been bored out of your mind for the past few weeks so maddy wanted to invite you out. she hoped this night would lift your spirits again. you had told her all you really wanted was a bit of excitement in your life and you needed something to help and so far, this night was making you forget about how miserable you’ve been feeling for a while.
-
“(y/n), i’m goin to the bathroom to fix my makeup! don’t go too far, ‘kay?” maddy yelled to you as she finished pouring your drink.
“yeah okay, i got it! i’ll tell cassie if i’m going anywhere” you yelled back after you took a sip of your drink.
“alright!” maddy shouted her reply as she squished through everyone on the dance floor. her stunning black dress made her stand out from the crowd and you were debating if you should go in the bathroom with her until someone came up to you.
“hey (y/n)! it feels like i haven’t seen you like…forever!” kat exclaimed as she wrapped you into a bear hug.
“oh my god, wassup kat! i didn’t even know you were here!” you exclaimed, “how have you been?”
“huh? can you repeat that..”
“i said, how have you been!” you yelled, leaning in closer to kat.
“i still can’t hear- actually, let’s go somewhere more quiet. i wanna catch up with you some more!” kat yelled as she started pouring herself a cup of hennessy with cranberry juice.
“alright, lemme just tell cassie where im at..- wait where did she go???”
“i dunno, but last last i saw her, she was walking in the bathroom. she’s probably shittin her brains out right now.” bb chimed in as she took a puff from her vape.
“i thought nate was in there?” you questioned, but shrugged the weird coincidence off after no less than 2 seconds of thinking about it.“well, if you see maddy, tell her i went with kat to the backyard, ‘kay?”
kat started to drag you through the dance floor and into the backyard. after a grueling minute and a half of pushing through sticky, sweaty teenagers, you both finally reached the quietest part of the yard so you and kat could sit down and catch each other up on what the actual fuck was happening in your lives.
-
after about 25 minutes of talking, drinking, and smoking, you decided to get up and start looking for maddy again, but it felt like the house became even more cramped and you quickly got lost
it was a lot like you being in a mirror maze. you were pretty tipsy and the crowded house didn’t make you feel any better. to escape the crowds and noise, you walked down the steps to a basement.
you started knocking and opening random doors until you opened one that revealed a very peculiar person.
“maddy? you in here- oh shit, sorry.” you said as you realized that there was a boy in there, getting ready to snort something.
“nonono, don’t be sorry, i wasn’t doing anything soo…” the boy croaked as he shifted his position on the washing machine to a less suspicious one. albeit, it made him look even more weird.
“mkay… whatever you say.” you leered as you slowly started backing away from the door
“yeah, it is whatever i say. cause i am telling the truth.” he dryly uttered
“you cannot be lying to me when i saw you getting ready to sniff somethin’. it’s cool though, im not a party pisser.” you sneered as you opened the door wider to get a better look at the weirdo who you were speaking to. the only thing is, you didn’t expect to see someone like him. his dazed, heavy-lidded eyes were a calm shade of brown, strands of his curly, dyed hair were stuck to parts of his forehead due to the sweat, and the cute apple tattoo under his eye all made your face heat up and your head feel lighter than it already did.
“are you just gonna keep staring at me or..” he questioned as he started looking around.
“i wasn’t staring?” you denied as you walked further into the room.
“yeah you were.” he persisted.
“was not”
“was too”
“i wasn’t! i don’t know know why you’re lying”
“i don’t ever lie”
“oh so you saying you saying that you weren’t doing drugs in here earlier isn’t a lie?”
“touché.” he said as moved away from the machine “so would you like to stay in here and keep me company or are you still looking for your friend?”
“i’m pretty bored so i might as well stay. besides, maddy can handle herself for a few more minutes. what’s your name?” you asked as you took a seat on the floor next to him
“elliot.” he replied as he got back to whatever drug he was doing.
“mm, you look like an elliot” you said as your speech started slurring.
“are you drunk?” he questioned as he turned around to look you in your eyes. he saw your captivating (e/c) eyes and ruffled hair. you looked absolutely breathtaking.
“yeah just a lil bit, the patron is coming back to me and i can’t tell how bad my hangover’s gonna be tomorrow. i’m also just the teeniest tiniest bit high if that counts for anything.” you rambled as you started to pick the dirt from under your painted acrylic nails.
“okay well before you can change the topic, can you tell me your name?”
“(y/n). and i am not that drunk! i am perfectly fine!” you stuttered, shifting in your spot on the floor
“that’s a real pretty name.” elliot complimented as he observed you for a 100th time tonight.
your face immediately heated up. not only was this boy cute but he was charming too. lord, you hoped you didn’t get too wasted to forget and ask him for his number
-
you both spent an hour and a half talking to each other about the most random shit imaginable until nothing you said started to made any sense to elliot. but even though he couldn’t understand a word coming out your mouth, he still listened to you blabber about how wyoming wasn’t a real state for 10 minutes straight. he genuinely believed you would’ve gone on and on about this if your phone hadn’t rang when it did.
-
19 missed calls from ; madz 🪐
13 missed calls from ; kitty kat 🐈⬛
madz🪐: bitch wya
madz🪐: pick up the phone
madz🪐: u getting dick or smth? pick up the phone dummyyy
kitty kat 🐈⬛: maddy is thinking ab leaving, you wanna leave w/ us?
kitty kat 🐈⬛: omg pick up
kitty kat 🐈⬛: how do you get lost in this tiny ass house
-
“shit, my friends are calling me. i gotta go” you said as you grabbed your purse and fixed your dress
“mm do you really have to go?” elliot asked, tilting his head up at you
“yes, i do. my only ride home is about to leave” you sighed
“i can take you home.”
“a drug addict offering to take me home sounds like a wonderful idea.” you mused, grabbing your bag.
“okay, okay. i get it, you gotta leave” he said, slouching further onto the floor
“thank you, now if you’ll excuse me-“
“before you leave-“ elliot started, “can i get a kiss before you go”
you stood there stuck. it felt as if your brain just malfunctioned and gave out. your mouth felt dry, your legs almost gave out from under you. he couldn’t be serious.
you immediately started laughing. he had to be joking. nobody could be that bold, that cute, and that stupid
elliot stood up as he stared at you with smirk on his face, waiting for you to come towards him
“oh, you’re serious?” you asked, stopping your laughter
you walked closer to him, staring at his face. you were speechless, no words would come out your mouth no matter how hard you thought. you felt your face get hot and your breathing was labored. you didn’t have to kiss him, but you wanted to.
you stared him in the eyes for a few seconds before standing on your toes to whisper in his ear “it isn’t very polite to ask ladies you've just met for a kiss, lover boy. maybe another time?” you then wrapped your hand around his torso to take his phone out of his back pocket to write your number in his notes app.
“call me, ‘mkay?” you smirked as you left the room, leaving the curly head boy alone with his thoughts. after about 30 seconds of replaying the scene that just happened, he finally shook his head and picked up his phone to save your number in it.
-
elliot thought you’d be easy. just a one night stand. he couldn’t deny how beautiful you were and how he thought to himself that he should try and keep you in his life for a while but ultimately decided against it. he expected you to mindlessly kiss him and when tomorrow would arrive, he’d invite you over, you guys would fuck, and then never think of each other again.
as you were in the car with maddy and kat, you had hoped he’d end up calling you tomorrow. even thought you wanted to kiss him more than you’ve wanted anything else in your entire life, you wanted to keep him hooked, too. i mean, what’s the fun in immediately giving him what he wants? you wanted fun and this is the exact excitement you were looking for.
angsty ???? idkkk elliot is a complete douche lol so it’s only kinda ooc 😒
i wrote this when i was half sleep so no spell checks and i may change the title, idk yet. part 2 whenever i want lol sorry
reader believes her and elliots relationship is a love story for the books, she believes that he is the only one who’s meant for her, what will she do when she finds out she’s the only one who feels this way about their relationship?
you were hopelessly infatuated with this man. the way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he’d cuddle you until you fell asleep in his arms. it was you and him forever and no one could change that. so why has he become so distant? why hasn’t he kissed you the way he used to? why hasn’t he held you like before? why did he avoid doing anything with you?
“elly, can we watch a movie? i feel like we haven’t been as close as we used to..” you said as you sat down next to elliot on his bed. he was aimlessly scrolling through his phone which became new normal to your relationship now. he would barely look at you anymore.
“nah, i’m kinda busy today. sorry baby.” elliot uttered as he started texting someone, presumably rue or jules. he always had time for them but never had time for you. what did they have that you didn’t? you were just as pretty, you were smarter AND nicer so what could he possibly want from them that he couldn’t receive from you
“you said that last time i wanted to hang out. you’ve never been this busy before.. have you gotten into some secret club that you’re not allowed to tell me about or something?” you awkwardly chuckled while you tried scooting closer to him.
“mhm…” elliot replied as he kept tapping away at his phone. you just wished you could snatch the device out his hand and see what they were talking about. it couldn’t be that interesting to the point where he stopped listening to what his girlfriend had to say about their dying relationship.
“you know elliot, you make it real hard for me to want to spend time with you when all you do is type on that damn phone. you’re probably texting jules and rue and they’re probably the ones you’ve been so ‘busy’ with recently.” you huffed as you began to play with the hem of your shirt.
“oh god please don’t start this shit again.”
“start what? i literally can’t start anything with you, you don’t even want to spend time with me anymore!”
“(y/n) can you please drop the ‘jealous, possessive, girlfriend’ act. it’s so fucking annoying”
“i’m not being jealous or possessive! i just want to know what’s gotten into you.”
“i’m not doing this shit. nothing has gotten into me, you’re just acting annoying and i don’t see why. am i not allowed to have friends? are you the only one i’m allowed to hang out with now?”
“when did i ever say that? you can’t manipulate me into thinking i’m in the wrong here. all i wanted to do was spend time with you and you’re getting so pissy over me being reasonably upset over you picking rue and jules over me.”
“i’m not being manipulative, i’m just telling the truth. and the truth is, you’re acting like a crybaby right now.”
“crybaby??? you’re the one crying about me questioning what the fuck has gotten into you yet I’M the crybaby?”
“yes! you are! you’ve been crying about me having friends, you’ve been crying about me not coming to coddle you every second of the day, and your bitching about me not watching some dumbass movie with you right now!”
“i’m not gonna keep playing these stupid ass games with you and i’m not gonna let you speak to me like i’m a fucking nuisance. i’m going home. go hang out with rue and jules.” you said as you took your purse and left.
elliot sighed as he sat up from his bed, resting his hand on his forehead. “don’t leave, you know i didn’t mean it like that.”
“bye elliot.” you scoffed as you walked out his room and out his house. as soon as you sat down in you car, you felt your face heat up and your eyes had begun to water. you started driving home but you couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to ball. you couldn’t believe your boyfriend would talk to you in such a manner. you never meant to be the jealous-type or meant to stop him from having friends. you just wanted the same love that you used to get from him. you said he couldn’t manipulate you into feeling like this but he was. and you could never admit this to yourself but it was becoming apparent that you wouldn’t last, yet you were still holding onto the finest sliver of hope. you hoped he’d apologize and you’d be back in his arms.
as soon as you got home, you started a steaming hot shower. you wanted to clear your mind and a shower the scorches the skin right off your body sounded like heaven right now. a part of you hoped that when you got out the shower, elliot would text you. it didn’t matter if it was a text defending his actions or admitting to his wrongdoings, you just wanted one text. a text to show that he was still thinking about you. weather it was good or bad, you just wanted to be on his mind. you showered to clear your thoughts and rid you of elliot’s aroma but the shower did nothing to cleanse your mind of him.
0 notifications, no older messages.
did he not care? was he alright? we’re you in the wrong? should you text first? he’s mad at you. you mess everything up. maybe you did overreact. you should stop being jealous. maybe he’s still out? what if he lost his phone? did he text someone else and not realize he had the wrong number? oh it’s all your fault. he doesn’t love you. you lost him.
thoughts were circling your head, your lips started quivering, and your eyes had begun to well up again. you were breaking down again. and even though hes been acting like a total dick to you, you can’t leave him. you’re attached. desperatelt and tragically attached.
“i need a nap. maybe he’ll text in the morning. maybe he’ll come and apologize” you whispered to yourself as you started getting comfortable in your bed. “just maybe he’ll come around. i hope he does. i love him, with my whole heart and soul. and i can’t loose him because of my own feelings.”
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