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THE PERFECT PAIR 2;
ELLIE WILLIAMS
·˚ ༘ * “But don’t think we could help it, no"
pairing: bff!ellie williams x fem!reader. part one. summary: part TWO! you forgot to answer ellie, shes upset. you make up for it with a party, what could go wrong! wc 6.9k warnings: ig you could say slightly toxic friendship. ellies jealous. blink and you miss it jealous reader. almost.. sorta.. kinda kiss.. slight angst slight fluff.
You dreamt of the past a lot. Ever since you were little, more often than not, your dreams were much different than the other kids around you. When they spoke about their dreams of dragons and kings, you could only pipe in with the nostalgic nighttime story of your most recent favorite memory that played like a film reel while you slept.
Tonight, you dreamt of Ellie. You dreamt of your noses pressed to the glass of your parent’s car window, heads tucked side by side as you pulled up to a building. Large bulky letters read out the museum's name on a sign in the blue sky. The sky was always more blue in your dreams.
You had been twelve— just turning Thirteen, mere months into meeting. Ellie’s hair was always pulled back into a ponytail back then, strands of deep reddish brown hair peeking out of the hair elastics. Even now, with the muddy and watercolor-like painting of your dream, you could count the freckles on dream Ellie’s cheeks. It was your birthday, and you had been carted with Ellie to the museum near your house. A promise of a day full of Ellie laughing and tugging you around to explain the space section to you ensued.
You dreamt of Ellie’s slightly sweaty palm intertwined with your own as she pulled you around the crowded floors, gasping as she swore under her breath at every exciting exhibit. You would hush her each time, hitting her arm— just like you still did today.
You dreamt of your favorite exhibit. The one that made you love the stars so much. You had entered a dark room, only you and Ellie. Her voice was hushed as she pointed out different star patterns painted in glowing colors on the wall. That was the moment you knew you wanted Ellie to be your best friend.
You dreamt of the green Dinosaur plush Ellie had paid for with crumbled-up money in the back pocket of her jeans at the gift shop. The one she had shoved into your arms and exclaimed, “Happy Birthday!”
When you woke up, your face was pressed into that exact stuffed animal. Though the once soft fur was a bit rough now, almost seven years older, it was still more comfortable than the pillows below your head. It still held that sense of nostalgia you laid to rest every night that other options didn’t.
Your eyes squeeze before they open, arms reaching to pull the dinosaur against your chest instead. You imagine it’s just as new as it had been the day Ellie got it for you. You imagine the sky is as blue as it was in your dream, that you and El were still those carefree pre-teens. But then your alarm goes off.
Fucking Mondays. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light pouring into your eyes, you reach blindly for your phone. Fingers wrap around it a moment later, the bright screen causing another wave of blurriness to your sleepy eyes. Even through the patchy vision, it's clear that you have a few notifications.
From Ellie.
Multiple. From last night.
“Fuck,” you groan out loud this time, gaining the attention of Dina from across the room. She’s already sitting up, scribbling away in a notebook that you assume to be rushed classwork.
“You ok?”
A hand comes to wipe across your face, rubbing the skin of your cheek gently. Dina asking is sweet, but you struggle to answer honestly. “I'm good, yea. I just have to see Ellie.”
You’re up and out of bed before Dina can ask further questions, stomach turning as you look at your phone screen again. The three separate texts make you feel a little sick, especially the last one that came hours later— likely when Ellie was already frustrated.
It shouldn’t make you so queasy, something as simple as sleeping through texts. But it was Ellie. You never missed Ellie’s texts like that. Especially not her asking you to come over.
You trip over the small rug near your bed as you rush to the connected bathroom to change, earning a gasped laugh from your roommate.
“Jesus, slow down,” she calls to you through the shut bathroom door, but you’re too focused on the task currently at hand— pulling the shirt over your head without bumping into something else.
Dina watches your panicked-looking face as you step back out into the floor of your shared bedroom a few moments later, her lips pursing in confusion.
“Did Ellie die or something?” Dina jokes with curious seeming eyes, pressing her notebook closed. “You’re running around like a chicken with its head cut off.”
You shake your head with a small half-assed smile, “No- I just uh- I forgot I promised to meet her this morning,” it seemed easier to lie than to admit your heart was in your throat because you slept through a movie invitation. Your hand goes for the sweatshirt bunched up on the floor, pressing your fingers into the cloth of the grey sleeves. It was a bit too warm to wear it, you know that, but there's a sense of comfort that soothes the aching in your stomach when it's pulled over your head, and you move to the door.
“Hey,” Dina pipes up as you step across the threshold, “Jesse and I are going to a friend’s tonight, Danny. He’s got some off campus apartment he’s having a little party at. Do you... Wanna come?” The question falls from Dina’s lips simply, her attention moving from your eyes to the top she's readjusts after a night of sleep. But the way her gaze flicks up a few times tells you that this was an important question for the brunette.
“On a Monday?”
“Oh!” your roommate’s nose crinkles as she mulls over the fact that yes-- it was in fact a Monday, which wasn't exactly the perfect day for a party. “Yea, I guess that’s not helping my case hm? I promise it won't be crazy. Dan’s friends are chill.”
You think about it for a second, shifting from one foot to another. It was a good opportunity to get closer to Dina. To maybe make some new friends you had come to have missing space for after Jade and you stopped talking, putting you down her and all her friends. But it was a Monday, and you definitely couldn’t have a hangover for your sociology lecture on Tuesday. Instead of pointing any of this out though, you find yourself instead asking...
“Can I bring Ellie?”
It seemed Dina was expecting this question, waving a hand your way. “Yea, I already told Jesse it’d be two people.” For some reason, that admission has your neck feeling a little hot. Your eyes find the wall to try and cover the awkward noise your throat makes.
“Ok.. yea, cool. I should be able to go. My last class is like three today.” Your feet bounce just lightly as you speak, which Dina notices.
Dina smiles, clapping her hands together. “Great. Now shoo before you start vibrating in your spot or something.”
You nod, offering another smile before your dash out into the hallway. Instead of turning and heading for Ellie’s dorm, you make a beeline for the elevator. It was early in the morning. Too early to show up pounding at Ellie’s door when she was likely grumpy from the sun and the previous night. No, you needed a peace offering.
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That peace offering came in the shape of slightly cold dorm cafeteria french toast and waffles, tucked into a styrofoam takeout box. It was Ellie’s favorite, but she always woke up too late for them. Stingy college kids always stole them all before the first 9 am classes even started.
You held the styrofoam in your free hand as you reached forward to knock at the door. Before you could, it flew open-- both you and the person at the door jumping. You are met with the sight of dark hair and wide blinking brown eyes. Rose. They smile apologetically at you, repeating your name and different versions of ‘sorry’ as they press past you to get through the door.
Ellie’s roommate was sweet, but they were always running around with something to do, so you didn’t see much of them. At this point, Rose didn’t even question why you were always at their dorm-- you probably spent more time there anyway.
Your eyes follow as Rose hurries down the hallway, a nice distraction to the shuffling you hear from inside the now open door. “Hello?” a groggy voice asks. It forces you to look back to the doorway, met with the sight of a very sleepy looking Ellie. Her arms are crossed over her comic teeshirt-clad chest, hair messy behind her ears. You find yourself focusing on the straight line her lips are pulled into, and then the crease in between her furrowed eyebrows. You wonder for a moment if pressing your thumb to it would smooth it out.
“Hi..” you try, blinking at her as both your bodies shift into the dorm.
For a moment, it’s silent. You look around the dimly lit dorm you had seen a hundred times, acting like it was a brand new vision so you didn’t have to look at Ellie. Eventually though, you suck in a breath.
“You totally ignored my te-”
“I didn't see your tex-”
The two sentences lap over each other in unison, messy and rushed. Both voices are cut short when the opposite peaks. You let Ellie finish first, your mouth sealed shut.
“You ignored me last night,” Ellie mumbles, stepping toward her side of the room. The posters that cover the corner near her bed are starting to peel at the sides a little, and you have to fight the urge to ask if she has tape. Now is definitely not the time.
“I was talking to Dina then fell asleep, didn't ignore you,” you correct your friend, footsteps following her own. You still grip the take-out box as you watch Ellie tug a hair tie off her desk, fingers (you oddly couldn’t look away from) pulling the hair up into the usual bun.
“It was like barely even six or something, but whatever, I get it, roommate shit,” Ellie muttered-- as if she didn't know the exact time you stopped answering. As if she hadn’t had a mini breakdown over having to watch a shitty action movie alone.
You find a slight flame of annoyance in your gut, mixing with the guilt already settling there. “Ellie, I was tired I fell asleep. I'm sorry.”
Ellie, stubborn as ever, shrugs. “Yea, it’s whatever.”
“Don’t be like that,” you whine, hand reaching to grab at her wrist. The touch burns, even more when she pulls it away.
“I’m not being like anything.”
You groan, and the childish urge to stomp comes to mind, but you ignore it. “You're being all.. passive-aggressive.”
“I’m not. I said it’s ok, peach. Just stop.”
The nickname is a blatant attempt to make her annoyed tone a little less severe, something to ease the growing tension. You would like to say it didn’t work, but it did. You and Ellie were much better at avoiding the issues than dealing with them. Usually, they were painted over with sweet nicknames or offers to go out and do something. It always worked. You relax slightly and hold out the box for Ellie to see.
“I brought a peace offering. Knew you’d be all grumpy.” you wave the food box a little, pressing it closer to her chest.
Ellie scoffs as she grabs the box and sits on her bed. “I am not grumpy,” she mutters with a very grumpy-looking frown.
You kick a dirty shirt away from her bed as you sit next to her, settling on the blanket and watching her open the box.
“Waffles.. fuck yea!” She grabbed the waffle with her hands, like there wasn't a fork right there with the box, and bit into it. It makes your lip curl a little, but morning Ellie was not someone to be messed with, so you say nothing. Instead, you look around the room, your fingers playing with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. Not sure what to say next, you lick your lips.
“Uh, good peace offering?” Ellie nods in response, swallowing a mouth full of lukewarm waffle before speaking.
“I’ll give it a 5.5/10.”
You make a shocked face, mouth dropping open. “A five? I fought off like three hungover guys for these!” you shove her shoulder, earning a grumble.
“Yea, and you made me watch a movie alone,” Ellie takes another bite of her waffle.
The light feeling that began to build had dropped as quickly as your heart, a lump in your throat. “Yea, my bad.”
Ellie looks at you, jade eyes moving around your face as she swallows. “ ‘m joking, thank you..” her tone is just a tad softer, but you still feel all too itchy now, an urge to get up and go settling over your frame.
You nod, a slightly fake raise of your lips attempting to comfort her as you stand, “I have to get ready for class, but uh, I sort of told Dina we’d go to a party...Would that be a better peace offering?”
“Its a mon-”
“I know, I know, but please, El, I really wanna get close with Dina,” your voice borders on a beg, fingers pinching at your sweatshirt. “Weren’t you the one who encouraged me to?”
Ellie sighs at that, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah, I guess I was. Shit- fine. But my astronomy class gets out later than your English. I cant drive you.”
It made you want to smile, the way Ellie had already memorized both of your schedules. The earlier discomfort from her slight attitude melted away as something warmer bloomed in your stomach.
Maybe you and Ellie were a bit dramatic. You had been told that many times actually. The way you could get so upset at each other for something simple and yet still fall all over each other the moment something sweet happened. Sometimes you wonder if other friends have these turbulent of feelings for each other, but you ignore it with a nod. “That’s fine. I’ll catch a ride with Dina.”
Ellie turns her head momentarily, shrugging and covering a slightly noticeable pout with an awkward reach for the french toast in the takeout box. “Just text me the address.”
You nod, saluting Ellie as you step into the dorm door. “Will do.”
Ellie rolls her eyes and shoos you off, “Get going.”
“Bye, love you El!” you shout through the door. The loving words came easily, something you had said every so often ever since you two were younger. Ellie didn’t say it as much, but you didn’t mind.
“Bye, peach,” Ellie called, the nickname receiving an eye roll. One she couldn’t see this time.
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4:30 pm came too soon. By then, you were back at your dorm, shoving a stack of books on your already messy desk and flopping back on your bed.
“Who even has a party at 6 pm on a Monday?” you question your roommate, who was currently fixing the mascara she had applied. You words flow over the soft music Dina had turned on, a low hum from her desk.
“College students who have a slight alcohol dependency,” Dina shrugged.
“Fair enough,” you laugh, flipping onto your stomach to watch her walk around the orange-lit room. You hadn’t even begun to get up and get ready, focused instead on watching your roommate’s routine as she walked around.
“It's only gonna be like fifteen people or something,” Dina shrugs as she pulls out a chapstick tube, applying it over her lips.
“Hm..” you nod like that made it any better. Fifteen people you had probably never met before, when you were tired from classes. Yea. You would definitely need a drink.
Dina looked over at you, a grin spreading on her lips as she walked over to you, her fingers gripping your wrist. “Get up. Jesse’s gonna be here soon!”
“I don’t even know what to wear,” you whine, letting your roommate drag you into a sitting position as you meet her eyes. They narrow, and she tugs you again, this time to stand.
“Just wear that! Well, take off the sweatshirt but jeans and a shirt is fine. That’s what I'm wearing.” Dina shrugs as she lets her fingers reach for the bottom of your sweatshirt, the pout never leaving your lips. You didn’t want to remove it, but she urged you to with a friendly tug.
“C'mon, show me your closet. I’ll help you pick a shirt.”
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When you got into the back of Jesse’s car, you completely shut down. Your lips were shut so long you swore they may have stuck together. He was friendly, sure! He cracked jokes you betted Ellie would laugh at, he complimented Dina’s outfit as soon as you got in the car, and grinned when you introduced yourself. But you had taken more than a week to openly speak to your roommate, so her boyfriend wasn’t exactly the easiest to chat to.
Dina didn’t mind, making sure to include you every now and again in whatever conversation the two had going, smiling back at you from the passenger seat as you pressed into the black cushion of Jesse’s car. You found yourself staring out the window, eyes flitting over each street lamp they passed, watching as the sky dimmed just lightly as the minutes seemed to drag by.
Eventually, the car stopped outside an apartment complex, and you peered through the glass at the tall buildings. Jesse pulled the keys from the car as he rushed out and around the other side. It was too late for what he was planning, Dina opening the door right as he reached for it, in turn smacking the metal door right in the stomach and face.
“Ow! Babe!”
Dina covered her mouth with a hand, a muffled snicker only slightly concealed. “Why the fuck did you run into the door?”
Jesse looked at his girlfriend incredulously, rubbing his sore nose, “I was trying to be a gentleman!”
“Since when were you a gentleman?” Dina questioned as she stepped out of the car; you only a moment behind as your feet found the gravel under you.
Jesse calls your name, eyes directed at you. “C’mon. Back me up. You saw me going to open the door right?”
Your nose scrunched, lips parting for the first time in too long, “I kinda did, yea..”
The boy makes a quick motion with his hands to say ‘see?’, Dina shakes her head as she steps back, arm looping yours. The touch makes you stiffen a bit, but Dina’s always warm smile calms you.
“Stop using my roommate in your little lies,” she muttered, though the smile never faltered as you walked up to a ground-floor apartment door. Jesse mumbles a few nonserious complaints as he knocks at the wooden door.
It opens quickly, a ginger guy who seemed about your age answering, cheeks full of freckles raising into a smile. It makes you wonder when Ellie will be here.
“Dee! Jesse!” The boy greets, eyes finding yours, “Oh and Dee’s roommate!”
Dina rolls her eyes as she pulls you inside the cooled apartment, your skin pricking slightly. At least it wasn’t humid like all those frat parties Jade brought you to. You still find yourself wishing you had your sweatshirt, though. “She's got a name, Danny..” your roommate chastises before introducing you two.
“Her friend’s coming later,” Dina explains as she leads you into a living room that looks much too small to house fifteen or so tipsy college students. You guess the attached kitchen will act as more space, with a few plates of snacks and bottles already stacked on the island.
You let the conversation that begins between the three friends about when everyone will be here filter out as you explore the area with your eyes. A couch and a few seats... you could probably hide away on one of those..
Your plan to avoid human contact is quickly ended when Jesse shoves a glass in front of your face, “Drink?”
Your fingers wrap around the glass without a second thought. Alcohol was your friend tonight, the only one until Ellie arrived. Usually, the only two things that could make you talkative, you had to settle for it. “Thanks,” you mumble, groaning as the taste of Titos with too little coke finds your throat.
Ok, you could do this.
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Ellie couldn’t decide what flannel to wear. Maybe that sounds crazy. It’s a flannel, not a suit— for some small get-together. But she wondered which you would recognize first. Not that she cared about you liking her clothes or anything.
This indecision is what got her in the current situation, sitting outside the address you had given with two flannels in her hand.
Her car was cold, and the wifepleaser she wore without any coverage didn’t exactly stop the goosebumps from finding her skin. A scowl came to her face as she inspected the brown and blue shirts.
“Fuck it,” she groaned, tossing both options into her passenger side as she instead leaned over to the back, grabbing the black sweatshirt she’d worn to classes today. Ellie brought it to her nose, checking it didn’t smell or anything— and shrugged. “Good enough,” she muttered to herself before pulling it on and leaving the car.
It felt odd, to be walking up to a door she didn’t know, especially without you. She may be constantly telling you to put yourself out there, but Ellie was just a big hypocrite. It’s not like she really did anything totally spontaneous either, aside from a few club outings or drunk hookups. She had s lot to say about you putting yourself out here, but here she was, playing nervously with her fingers outside a party.
One quick check of the two of your texts confirmed the metal letters next to the door were correct, so she knocked rather harshly.
Immediately Ellie regretted that, cheeks pink as she pulled the hand away. There's a chorus of voices and shuffling behind the wood, and Ellie finds herself searching for yours.
Instead, a taller man opens the door, black hair messy, cheeks slightly flushed from what Ellie assumes to be drinks.
“Hey, uh—“ his head turns, searching behind him. Ellie thinks she may slam her head on the wall right then, embarrassed by the obvious fact this guy had no fucking clue who Ellie was.
The embarrassment from this didn’t last long; the man stepped to the side slightly as a booming voice interrupted them. This embarrassment cut much deeper into Ellie’s stomach. It painted her cheeks bright red.
“ELLIEEEE!” a voice shouts. She finds you, eyes wide and smile on your face as you open your arms. Oh you are so fucking drunk, aren’t you? You rush toward the auburn-haired girl, wrapping her into a tight hug, your arms pressing around her in a way that had her cursing her family for passing over the wobbly knees over pretty girls gene.
God, she has got to stop calling you pretty.
Ellie stumbles back with the force of your attack, patting your back awkwardly as her chin juts down to your shoulder.
Ellie's eyes meet the black-haired guy again, “She drunk?” she asks as you sway the both of you. The way you shove her chest and scoff gives her an answer. You only got offended at the accusation when you were drunk.
“I am not drunk! Just a little tipsy.”
The guy behind you makes a ’so so’ motion with his hand, drawing a grin out of Ellie.
“Righttt..” Ellie nods, letting you unwrap yourself from her. She watches as your head turns, “Oh! Ellie, this is Jesse, Dina’s boyfriend.. Jesse, this is Ellie,” you make a few awkward looks between the two, huffing.
Jesse smiles at Ellie, nodding his head to the hall. “I’ll meet you two in the living room!”
“Yea, yea sure,” Ellie nods and smiles the best she can manage when you trip over your feet back into her. The annoyance that had layered her being earlier in the morning was steadily decreasing as your eyelashes fluttered, staring at you. How could she stay angry at you for .. ‘missing’.. her texts when you looked so pr—
So nice.
“They’re so cool, El,” you whispered to her, hand finding her arm. You had a tendency of becoming touchy when you got a drink or two in you, and usually that affected Ellie, the one closest to you most times. “Yea?” she asks in response
It wasn’t like Ellie minded it. If anything, she would rather it be here you got all.. grabby with. A memory of you clinging to Jade a few times last year came to the forefront of Ellie’s ever-moving mind, making bile rise in her throat. Instead of thinking about why, she just bumped your shoulder, eyeing the shirt you wore. It wasn’t your usual style, nor a shirt she had seen you wear before. You seemed to notice Ellie’s gaze, clapping a hand on the red fabric.
“It’s Dina’s,” you explain, leading Ellie into a now slightly stuffy living room. The porch door was open now. A few people squished into the small outdoor space, and a few others in the kitchen. Though the main group was all huddled on the couches, chatting and laughing in a way that seemed much too close for Ellie and you to interrupt.
Even in your tipsy state, Ellie felt you shy away slightly, until Dina’s head popped up from a seat and grinned. “Over there,” you hum— again dragging Ellie with you.
Ellie kind of knew Dina. In a ‘I have a class or two with you and we have smiled at each other in the dorm hallway’ sort of way, due only to the shared face they both knew— you. Dina seemed sweet enough, even if you hadn’t yet babbled about that to Ellie.
Dina seemed nice, so Ellie shouldn’t feel a swoop in her stomach when you returned the smile to your roommate, but she did. The feeling bubbles in Ellie’s throat for only a moment before she swallows it down with a huff as you pull her to sit on her couch.
“Hey, Ellie,” Dina greets the girl when the two of you sit, her mouth then coming to wrap around the cup in her hand.
“Hey, Dina,” Ellie nods her head, looking around at the group.
You pipe in before the silence can get too awkward, a grin lacing your pretty lips. “Dina and Jesse were arguing over what movie to watch b’fore you got here,” you explain, head leaning toward Ellie’s shoulder. She moves it before your cheek can find the sweatshirt clad skin, a frown replacing the curl of your lips.
Dina uses this as an opportunity to delve right back into what seemed to be a half hearted argument, head shaking. “He wants to watch Jurassic Park for the like fifteenth fucking time,” she glared at Jesse, who Ellie could guess was her boyfriend.
“Hey,” Ellie butts in, “Jurassic Park is good.”
“Thank you!” Jesse shouts. “Someone with good fucking taste!”
Dina scoffed, “Maybe the first time, not the fifteenth. I said we should watch a horror movie,” the ponytail-wearing girl explained. Ellie is listening to the argument, sure, but she’s mainly focused on how your cheeks raise a bit every time either of the couple says something funny.
“Ellie,” a voice calls the girl out of her little daze, green eyes finding the lips that had asked the question, Dina’s.
“Huh?”
“I asked what your favorite movie is. Jesse thinks you must have great taste since you like Jurassic Park.”
“Shawshank Redemption,” Ellie says without thinking— the answer she always gave when people asked.
You make a noise beside her, shaking your head quickly. “Oh fuck off Ellie,” your eyes find Dina and Jesse, “She’s totally lying. Just saying that ‘cuz Joel likes it, and it’s not lame.”
The couple doesn’t question who Joel is, but the little comment has Ellie biting her lip in embarrassment.
“Her favorite movie is like—the Star Wars prequels,” you continue.
“they are not!” Ellie quickly shouts, shoving you. Dina smiles a little at the act, sharing a glance with Jesse that has Ellie looking a little flushed.
“You’re just saying that because I told you It was one of the movies that made me gay,” Ellie accuses, making you roll your eyes.
“You made me watch that shit every Friday for like two years cause of Padme. Think we’ve watched shawshank like once. And it was with Joel.”
“Oooh, your girl’s calling you a liar,” Jesse whistled, leaning forward from his place perched on the side of the couch.
Your girl. The words wrap around Ellie’s throat in a way that makes it hard to breathe, nails of each syllable digging into the freckles in her neck.
Don't go there.
“She thinks I lie about everything, worst friend ever,” Ellie sighs, the friend part coming out a little too forced.
“I am the best friend ever,” you shake your head, “You just lie a lot.”
“I’ve never lied in my whole life!”
Ellie is met with a harsh pinch on her arm, yelping as she feels the burn. “Ow!”
You stick your tongue out childishly, leaning into Dina to protect yourself when Ellie’s hand reaches out to punch you.
The fight is interrupted when a new person joins the group, ginger and tall. “We’re playing spin the bottle,” he points to the group forming on the carpet, Ellie’s nose tilting up a bit. Spin the bottle, really?
“Lameee,” Dina calls, arms wrapping around you as you gasp.
“Wait, no, that sounds fun! We should play!” you say, shocking both Ellie and Dina.
“We need to get vodka in you more often,” Dina claps your shoulder and raises into a more proper position. Ellie has to bite back an annoyed scoff. You definitely didn't need to be like this more often.
Sure, Ellie wanted you to find more comfort in being outgoing, but she didn’t want you to find that in the bottom of a cup of vodka and coke.
“El, play with us?” you question, eyeing the freckled face.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She agrees, though it’s mostly so she can sit next to you and maybe mind-control the bottle to steer clear of your direction.
All three of you, followed by Jesse and then the ginger, stand and make your way to the smaller group on the ground. The ginger introduces them all, But Ellie isn't paying much mind. Instead, she focuses on getting you to sit without stumbling.
“How much vodka did you have, peach?” she mumbles against your ear so no one else can hear.
“Uh, like two mixed drinks? I'm fine, just overtired.” You push off her accusations of being drunk again, grinning lightly at her as if it would prove you were sober somehow.
Ellie doesn't respond, eyeing Dina as she takes the spot next to you on the other side, and then Jesse next to her. She was surprised the couple was playing, but the way Dina made an ‘Im watching you’ motion to Jesse told her enough they weren't taking the game too seriously.
It made her a bit jealous, how comfortable and.. not possessive a couple like that could be with each other. Yet here she was, a sick stomach just from the thought of a girl that was only her friend kissing someone. She needed to get a fucking grip.
“Ok, who first?” a brunette girl across from Ellie asks, eyeing the empty beer bottle in the middle. The ginger volunteered, and Ellie clocked out again.
She had no interest in watching a bunch of straight people kiss each other drunkenly, instead eyeing the posters and paintings on the living room walls. She took a few photos of space she recognized, and some movie posters that looked like they were from the 80’s. Whoever lived here seemed to have good taste. Ellie eyed the group curiously, wondering who it may be.
About five minutes later, Ellie returned to earth when someone said your name. “You wanna go next?” The ginger man asked, to which you nodded— thought a little less enthusiastically now. Maybe the vodka had begun to sweat its way out of you, or maybe watching a bunch of people kiss before now had made you a little less excited. Ellie couldn't be sure which.
Ellie watches as your fingers wrap around the bottle, shaking enough that only she would really notice. The girl thinks she may actually pass out from how hard she holds her breath.
When it begins to slow down, it’s almost right back to yourself, and Ellie starts to think she actually can mind control things. But instead, almost worse than it landing on anyone else, it lands right on her.
Everyone around you two whoops, and she can hear Dina’s voice carrying over everyone else’s.
It’s probably a little funny to look at the two reactions. Your face pulled into a shit-eating grin, puckering your lips and pressing your hands to the ground so you could lean closer. And then Ellie’s, face dropped like she had seen a ghost of a loser lesbian’s past.
Honestly, Ellie did—the ghost of a particular memory from her fifteenth year.
You lean in, nose brushing Ellie’s. Her ears go deaf, ringing as your breath puffs against her shaking lips. Right as they begin to touch, a fire rips between the small space of air there. A fire that has Ellie almost yelping out loud, pulling right back before she can taste the vanilla bean of your chapstick flavor.
“Hey!” you cry out, obviously not taking this as seriously as Ellie. No, you seemed more annoyed that she ruined the game. But she was pressing her fingers into the floor, burning from the way it hurt the flesh there to stop the hammering in her chest.
This was a totally normal reaction, Ellie decided, definitely.
“You ruined the game!” you cry, shoving Ellie’s shoulder enough to have her blinking quickly.
Dina shoves a shot glass in front of Ellie’s face before she can settle the heartbeat in her ears.
“You pussy out, you drink,” the brunette singsongs.
“I’m driving,” Ellie turns her head, standing up. Your eyes follow her, burning into the side of her cheek as she wipes sweaty palms on her jeans.
The mood dampens, but only for you and Ellie. The rest of the group goes back to playing. Ellie knows by the gasp that wafts through her pounding eardrums as she begins to walk away.
Soon, the stomping footsteps of your tipsy self follow behind. “El,” you whisper yell, grasping her arm. This time, Ellie lets you.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask, eyes searching the red-tinted freckles on her face. “I didn’t mean to. It was just a game. I'm just trying to impre—”
“It’s fine,” Ellie assures you, faking the best smile she can. It should be honest; she has no reason to be upset right now. But she is. Her chest aches with the urge to go back in time and just let you do it.
“I'm just really tired, not in the partying mood.”
“Then let's go home,” you say quickly, probably searching to ease the discomfort Ellie knows she’s radiating. “I’ll stay at your dorm tonight, ok?”
God, Ellie’s such a fucking goner.
“Yea, ok. You’re definitely drunk anyway.”
“I am not!” you pout, releasing Ellie from your bruising grip. “Let me go tell Dina, I’ll be back.”
Ellie watches as you trip a bit over your feet, a habit you really need to shake, and sighs.
The silent show is not long-lasting, the brunette from the circle earlier arriving at Ellie’s side. She had kind eyes, and a bottle of water in her hand.
“Hey, it’s Ellie right?” she asks. Ellie finds herself watching the blue in her eyes.
“Yea,” Ellie nodded.
“You taking her home?” the girl asks again, in reference to you. She hands the water bottle to Ellie. “Give her this, don’t think she’s had any.”
Ellie grips the water bottle, squeezing it a bit. “Uh, thanks.”
“No problem,” she grins, one almost like yours. “My roommate’s always throwing these things and then never giving people water,” the blue eyes roll.
Ellie perked up at that, “You live here?” She thinks again of the space decorations in the living room.
“Yeah!” the brunette smiles again, “Me and Danny. I'm Luna,” she explains.
“Oh shit, wait,” Ellie’s eyebrows furrow together, “Luna..” something clicks in the green-eyed girl’s mind. “We have that physics class together, don’t we?
Luna seemed a little flushed, “Oh.. y-yea-”
The rest of her sentence falls on deaf ears when you trample into the hallway again, all senses only honing in on you, like usual. You seem to pause for a moment, eyeing the two others in the hallway.
But soon, you’re moving right by Luna, arm wrapping around Ellie’s. “Told Dina, all good to go,” you wipe a hand over your face with a little dramatized yawn.
“Thank Luna,” Ellie says again before she grabs you right back, leading you out the front door.
“You have got to stop drinking vodka. You know how you get,” Ellie mutters against you when the cool night air hits her already raised skin.
“I wanted to have fun!”
“Yea, good luck with fun tomorrow at your lecture.”
“Skippingggg it,” you mumble as Ellie ushers you into the passenger seat, the door squeaking like usual. Your ass lifts to grab the two shirts under it. “Why are there flannels in here?”
“Uh—” Ellie flushes, “I dunno.” She shuts your door before getting into her own side.
“Mm..” you sigh, already pressing your cheek to the cold glass of her window. “Who was that girl you were talking to?” you ask as the purr of the engine starts. Ellie throws the water bottle in your lap.
“A classmate, drink that.”
You look at Ellie for a moment, and Ellie stares right back. “.. Ok.”
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“Shhh,” Ellie mutters, ushering you through the dark dorm hallway. “Can I wear your bear shirt? The super oversized one?” you babble, knocking yourself into Ellie’s door with a yelp.
“You’re such a fucking dumbass,” Ellie snickers, making quick work of unlocking the door while you nurse the bump on your head.
“Shhhh!” you mock her, flipping the light switch of her dorm on. Your finger presses to your lip in a quiet motion, kicking your shoes off. Rose wasn't here, as usual.
Ellie’s throwing the shirt with a cartoon bear at you before you lift yourself back up, and you happily tug Dina’s shirt off. Ellie is flipping away before the fire in her chest can return, throwing a pair of sweatpants behind her head so she doesn’t have to look.
“Ow!” you cry, probably from a large jumble of grey fabric hitting you.
Ellie pulls off her sweatshirt and changes her jeans for some shorts, counting to sixty before she turns around. Just to be safe.
You were already lying in her bed, pressing on the right side near the wall, eyes fluttering shut.
Ellie watches you for a moment, watches how your fingers grip at one of the blankets on her bed, thumb rubbing over it. She noticed the self-soothing motion of that years ago, how you always rubbed something between your fingers. The sleeve of your shirt, a pillow corner, a blanket. Sometimes, Ellie wishes it was her arm you did it to instead.
Don't go there.
The light flicks off, drowning the room in only the hue that came from the little pink nightlight on her roommate’s side of the dorm. Ellie is sleepily making her way to the bed, eyes catching on your now sleeping figure.
Alcohol also made you sleep really fucking easy. Ellie learned that prom night when you fell asleep in the car to the afterparty.
She watches how your lips part slightly as you breathe, and swears out loud. “Fuck.”
Ellie is so fucked. She wanted to snap her fingers and get a do-over. Wanted to be back in that loud house, back to smelling the vodka on your breath as you leaned in. She wanted to try again.
But she can’t, and she shouldn’t. So she climbs into bed next to you, pulls the blanket from between your thumb, and lets you shift, turning in bed to face the wall. She lays the blanket over you and sucks in a shaky breath.
She watches your back and presses her eyes closed to try and remove the overwhelming vision of you that invades every single one of her waking moments. And the ones after that.
Ellie falls asleep watching your back, and wonders if that’s all she will ever get.
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Bully!ellie !!!!! omg i neeeeeeed
i am obsessed omg
warnings: smut, mean!ellie, fingering (r receiving), fem reader, dirty talk, kinda public sex idk, shitty writing, not proofread, mirror sex
she wouldn't be the typical bully, not ellie. she wouldn't be super popular. she'd never hurt you. she wasn't known as a bully at all. only to you.
it would 100% be one of those instances where "she's only being mean to you because she likes you" like they tell little girls in the third grade (except it's not normalizing abusive relationships let's be real). however, you wouldn't even think that she had any semblance of care in her heart for you.
when she saw you around campus, she'd always make some snide comment loud enough for you to hear to dina or jesse. they'd always tell her to stop being mean, but she couldn't get enough of that look on your face, the look of "what did i ever do to you?".
she'd accidentally shoulder-check you in the hall, sometimes accidentally shoving your books out of your hands. she'd make snide remarks to you in the halls.
you ask for clarification from one of your professors on something menial. she'd laugh, "no shit."
you'd walk into a party wearing something you wouldn't normally wear, something a little more revealing. she'd laugh again. "you're wearing that?" and she'd give you a massive side eye. dina would shove her and just go "tf?"
she'd turn away, trying to mask the blush that crawled up her neck and to her cheeks, trying to mask the way she was sweating a little and her breath was uneven because you were showing more skin than usual and she felt like she was going to go insane if you looked at her like that one more time.
you'd be studying in the library, listening to music with headphones, when she walks up behind you, lifts the ear, and lets it snap back down against your head. she'd walk away chuckling, throwing a smirk at you over het shoulder.
truth is, ellie didn't know how to get your attention any other way, and she needed it. it killed her inside to know she was hurting you, but she just wanted to see your pretty face acknowledge her.
at night, while the moon's blanket was wrapping you in sleep, she'd be ranting to dina or jesse about how much she wanted you to like her back. she was hopeless. they'd always respond with "well, she's never going to be into you if you keep treating her like that."
she'd just huff and roll over in her bed to face the wall. she knew dina and jesse were right. she treated you like that because she knew she'd crumble if she couldn't interact with you anymore, but she couldn't bring herself to show you that vulnerable part of herself. as far as she knew, you weren't even into girls. she was afraid of rejection. not just any rejection, though. she was afraid of being rejected by you.
one, dreary friday night, dina dragged her to some party in the basement of some local. it was a smaller gathering, maybe two dozen people. when she walked in, the smell of weed and alcohol hit her immediately, pulling her through the door and slamming it shut behind her. the music and laughter immediately sucked her in.
she made rounds with dina, grabbing a drink and saying hi to the few people she knew. she had to physically stop her jaw from dropping when she saw you, holding a blunt, legs thrown over some random girl's lap.
dina slammed into her back when she stopped, spilling her drink all over the side of ellie's white t-shirt. "fuck, dina," she said, looking at the damage.
"just go to the bathroom and-" dina paused when she saw what had stolen ellie's attention. "oh, shiiiiit," she breathed out a laugh. "well, that's settled then. anyways, just go scrub it out. it'll be fine."
dina left ellie to go find her other friends. ellie's eyes burned holes in your face as you tugged the smoke in, blowing it out and then blushing at something the girl sitting in front of you had said. she was clearly flirting with you.
your eyes caught ellie's, your brows furrowing a little at the expression on her face. she broke eye contact, shaking her head before finding the bathroom.
she sighed as her fingertips pushed open the door, reaching for the lock after shutting it behind her. she cursed when she realized the lock was broken.
she gripped the edge of the counter as she stared into her reflection. she looked miserable, brows knit together and a scowl on her face. she huffed as she slid her shirt off, leaving her in just a bra. she located the stain and began to scrub furiously with wet tissue, to no avail.
her head snapped towards the door when she heard it click open, readying to cuss whoever it was out. she didn't expect you, slack jawed, to be standing with your back to the door.
"shit! sorry, oh my god," you said as you turned to leave, face and neck turning red.
"wait!" ellie said before she could think. she cleared her throat, "it's fine. it's not a big deal."
you turned back to face her, eyes drifting to her hands holding the shirt over the sink, trying not to look at her body (god, it was hard).
you pointed at her shirt timidly, "want some help?" you said, shuffling your feet, eyes still apologetic.
she looked back and forth between you and the shirt for a few seconds. "by all means," she said, tossing you the shirt and leaning back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.
you moved to the sink, grabbing some tissue and wetting the shirt itself where the stain sat. you opted for gentle, deep scrubs instead of ellie's frantic, aggressive scrubbing. your fingers drew the stain out impressively.
"wow. not too bad, pretty girl," she said, grabbing her shirt from your hands.
"pretty girl?" you breathed. "since when?"
she just laughed it off. her fingers felt the fabric where the stain had been, still slightly damp. she noticed that your eyes were raking over her exposed skin, smoothing over her toned stomach and arms, pupils blown.
"like what you see?" she said, smirking. you bit your lip and looked away, flushing even more. she grinned, "tell me, pretty girl."
you avoided her eyes, "...yeah. fine, yes."
she hummed, taking a step closer to you. she held her shirt up in front of you. "should i even bother putting this back on, then?"
you looked up at her, noticing just how close she was. you could feel her warm breath on your lips, making you dizzy. it was so wrong, feeling like this for the girl who had made your life hell for so long. but you couldn't ignore the warm, sticky feeling growing between your thighs.
she backed you up further, so you were caged between her arms against the door. her eyes flickered between yours and your lips, leaning in, ever so slowly. you closed your eyes when she kissed you, whining into it. it was soft, delicate.
she cupped your face as her tongue licked into your mouth. your hips bucked up on instinct, telling her you wanted more. you pressed her against you before she pulled away.
"you want me, baby?" she said. you nodded fervently. "good, cause i want you."
her hands squeezed your hips, turning you around and pulling your back flush to her front. her fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off. "can i?" she said, hands ghosting over the cups of your bra.
"yes, ellie. please."
she pulled the cups down so your breasts spilled out. her mouth found your neck as she gently playing with your hardening nipples, you moaning at the sensitivity.
she continued sucking marks into your neck, soothing them with her tongue afterwards. her hands slowly crept down to the waistband of your pants, sliding them down to your knees.
she grabbed your hips once again and positioned you right in front of the bathroom mirror, all so you both could see everything she did to you.
"i want you to watch me, baby," she whispered into your ear, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
you moaned when her hands ghosted over your clit through your damp panties.
"stop teasing," you said.
she hummed, "you're right. i've been waiting long enough."
she pushed your panties to the side, fingers sliding through your cunt and collecting your slick. "so wet for me already."
you moaned as her middle finger pressed into your drenched hole, slowly working deeper inside of you. she moaned at the feeling of you squeezing it.
"feels so good," you said, throwing your head back against her shoulder. her other hand came to your jaw, forcing you to watch her actions in the mirror.
"eyes on me, baby."
her finger worked deeper, the sounds of your slick filling the air obscene.
"need more," you whined, half-lidded eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
she hummed as she dipped her ring finger in next to her middle finger. you gasped at the small stretch, cunt clenching around her fingers deliciously.
a smirk sat permanently on her pretty lips as she worked in and out of you, your juices dripping down her wrist.
"such a slut," she whispered in your ear. "can feel you squeezing my fingers baby. want another one?"
"yes! yes, please ellie!"
"alright, pretty girl," she said, adding her index into your puffy hole. you began to feel the knot forming tighten, sending a rush of heat through your entire abdomen.
"fuck! ellie, gonna cum. gonna— ohhh," you moaned. her mouth covered yours to swallow your moans.
as you came down, ellie nuzzled her face into your neck, gently pulling her fingers out. you met her eyes in the mirror and watched her as she brought her fingers up to her lips, sucking on your sweet juices. she moaned around her digits, savouring the taste.
your pussy clenched even more at the sight.
she moaned, "taste so good, baby. now, let's get out of here so i can really taste you, yeah?"
part 2
let's pretend i don't hate this
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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer!Ellie Williams x Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Ellie has come to learn that she has fucked up, now the question is, how does she undo it? - wc 2.0k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cheating, implied sex (not between reader and ellie), angst, feels, mentions of being drunk, depression symptoms
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : i fucking love writing angsty ramble scenes
Your first reaction to seeing Ellie there was not what Ellie had hoped for, you jumping into her arms letting her apologize to you for all the wrong she had done. Instead it was you standing in the doorway and just slamming the door. Or you tried to anyway but Ellie being her determined and upfront self put her foot in the door to catch it, swallowing the holler of pain that threatened to escape from her throat.
“Please just give me five minutes to explain what happened please!”
You tried to close the door but the gentle hand on your wrist made you look up. “Please,” She whispered. “You don’t have to take me back, just let me say my piece.” You tried your best to stand firm and force the door closed but the way that Ellie looked at you, begging you, you couldn’t help but fold.
You inhaled sharply but backed up from the doorway, letting the door swing open fully. Ellie was surprised by the invitation, she had always known you to be stubborn and surefooted, not letting anything or anyone sway you no matter how pitiful of a display they put on. This worried the auburn girl, had she broken you so badly that you even lost that part of your personality?
She followed you down the short hall and into the kitchen where you snatched the egg timer off the stove and twisted it to the five minute mark. It started to tick and you slammed it down on the butcher block between the two of you. “You’re on the clock. Go.”
Ellie gulped feeling the pressure start to rise. When she had said she needed only five minutes she meant it as ‘let me start talking and it lead into five hours’ but no, you were serious.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath willing herself to not talk too fast from nerves. If the way you were dressed in just her shirt didn’t make her nervous enough, the glare you had on your face did. “We were at the party, I was high and drunk and I know I never drink that much. We- or well no I was alone you were with Dina and Jesse in the house. I was passing out prerolls and Seline walks up—” “Seline?” You raised a brow, feeling sick hearing the name, let alone hearing who you considered to be your lover say the name. “Yes. Seline, blonde, uh boobs? Shit no forget that part—” Ellie was rambling at this point, anxiety taking over. She hated how stupid and desperate she looked trying to explain to you what happened that night. And from the look on your face she knew that it wasn’t working.
The egg timer was down to thirty seconds and Ellie was still going on about Seline. “And then she came back to my place and I wasn’t thinking and the entire time I thought it was—”
‘ding!’
The egg timer’s bell rang out, the quiet chime sounding to sound like a gong echoing out. That was it, that was Ellie’s chance at reconciliation and she blew it. She couldn’t bring herself to look at you and hearing your sharp inhales,she almost broke down right there. Ellie wanted to fall to her knees and hug your waist, pleading into your stomach but her knees stayed locked. Standing there in silence, the auburn haired girl knew that she needed to leave before you forced her out.
Ellie made herself look at you and what she saw broke her heart. You stood there, one hand gripping the hem of Ellie’s old tee, the other over your mouth to keep the tears in and the sobs down. Tears started to blur Ellie’s own eyes and a lump formed in her throat. She had promised you when the two of you started dating that she would do everything in her power to not hurt you, on purpose or other. And here the two of you were all these months later, standing in your dark kitchen at 3:00 a.m. Ellie having to explain why she cheated on you.
She took a slow step to you making your body tense up but you couldn’t make yourself move. Ellie gently cupped your cheek, thumbing your jaw. You were so close, you could just fall forward and you would be wrapped up in one of your favorite hugs. Ellie’s hugs always made you feel so safe, she could be intimate without being sexual, she could be possessive without being controlling. All of her hugs and touches had so many underlying meanings that were meant for only the two of you. But the thought of Selines’s body under or on top of Ellie, connected in a way meant for you two made you refrain.
Ellie pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, “Just give me some time babygirl,” she whispered her nose against yours. “I’ll figure it out.”
It wasn’t until Ellie had pulled away and the dorm’s front door closed, the lock clicking that you let out the sobs you had been keeping down. You were angry, anxious, and upset. So many negative emotions wrapped into one little body making you feel like you were going to explode. Without really thinkinking you kicked the trash can beside you making it fall with a clatter, its contents spilling out on the floor. Your breaths were quick and shallow, your knuckles slowly turning white from how tight you had balled your fists.
A little voice, peeking its way out in your mind among all the red anger you felt told you to believe Ellie. Believe Ellie when she said she didn’t know what happened, that it was unintentional. What she said did make you a bit confused however. How could Ellie have gotten drunk? One, she’s a heavy weight through smoking, drinking, and two she never drinks enough to get tipsy as she said during her rant. If Ellie wanted to space out for a bit, lose touch with reality she’d just like a joint and relax.
You knew there was more to the story that she was trying to explain and maybe you should have given her more time to explain but in the moment you were just too upset and confused to go after her. What’s done was done and now future you would have to deal with it.
“And then I left.” Ellie sighed looking down into her hot chocolate. She watched as the whipped cream melted into a smooth, rich forth into the dark drink. The warm steam hit Ellie’s face as she was prompted to focus on the chocolate rather than look at Dina’s face.
It had taken lots of convincing but Ellie finally got Dina to come out to Jitters with her so she could try to explain what happened. The two hadn’t had a proper conversation since the morning that you discovered Seline in the dorm. And not only was Dina Ellie’s roomie, she was her best friend, her confidant. She was lost without Dina.
When Dina didn’t say anything Ellie nervously tilted her gaze up from the mug to the woman sitting across the table. Dina was contemplating the information that Ellie had just relayed to her, what she had wanted to tell you. “And did you say any of this to her?” Dina asked finally. The dealer hung her head back down letting it shake side to side signifying that she had not.
“She had me on a timer.” Ellie muttered, making Dina raise a brow.
“Timer?”
“I told her I just needed five minutes to explain and she took it literally, had that deviled egg or whatever it is timer set to five minutes. I had hoped she’d let me come in and sit and so we could talk it out for a few hours.”
Dina scoffed while taking a sip of her coffee. “Well you’ve obviously forgotten who your girlfriend is. She is stubborn.” She pointed the mug to Ellie, “Like you.” Ellie rolled her eyes, “Y’know you’re not being a big help here. I’m trying to get her back, not push her away even more.”
“Shouldn’t have cheated then.” Dina deadpanned, making her roommate let out a groan and flop against the seat.
Ellie pulled her burgundy hood over her eyes wanting nothing more than to disappear. All the woman could see when she closed her eyes was the look of betrayal on your face that morning, followed by the fear when she grabbed you and the hurt in your eyes this morning. It was safe to say that Ellie had fucked up. Even Joel who Ellie had called for advice on the situation said that she fucked up. Now she was questioning how to fix it.
Ellie laid back on her bed with a sharp sigh. It was lonely without you she had come to learn, the silence was so loud. She didn’t know what to do, she had gone through her social medias, mindlessly scrolling through the endless short videos of dancing and tutorials to stalking your instagram feed. She looked at the various pictures that you had posted, most were of the two of you, some with you and Jesse screwing around at work and others were of the equestrian team you used to compete on.
Ellie chuckled, coming across a picture of you and your horse. The memory showed you squishing your face to Fisaco’s, the horse glaring down at you. That day you had to give the large buckskin a bath and Fiasco, true to his name, was raising hell the moment you turned that water on. She remembered having to be held back by Joel as you tried to get the horse to sit still, she was terrified for you. But to Ellie’s amazement (and relief) after a few minutes of back and forth pulling from both sides, Fiasco finally settled and let you run the hose water along his body while he happily munched on carrots and sugar cubes
She turned off her phone and held it against her chest. Ellie didn’t deserve you, she knew that every moment she had with you was a miracle in itself and she took it for granted. She should’ve put an end to the looks, the touches and flirts the moments that they started. The moment you said something she should’ve made it stop.
‘Should’ve made it stop.’
Those words kept floating around in Ellie’s mind. They were scribbled out in her journal beside doodles of you and broken hearts, etched on crumpled up pieces of paper which had now been haphazardly thrown around her overflowing trash can.
Ellie had truly lost herself these past two weeks, her room was trashed, her hair greasy and clothes sweaty. She had lost any interest or motivation in taking care of herself. That was something you had always done, texting her little reminders to shower and clean up if you knew she was swamped with astronomy homework. Most times though you would just show up and lay on her bed in the background to give her emotional support.
Letting the silence wash over her mind, Ellie almost succumbed to sleep. But then,
‘Thap’
‘Thap’
‘Thap’
Someone had to go knocking on the fucking door.
She ignored it.
‘Thap’
‘Thap’
‘Thap’
Ellie knew it wasn’t you, you would’ve let yourself in with the key she gave you, calling out saying you had brought whatever fast food place you found on your way home from work. It wasn’t Dina, that wasn’t her knocking pattern, and she too would have a key.
So who the hell was knocking at this hour?
The knocks came again and Ellie rolled off her bed with an annoyed growl. “Yeah, yeah, hold your fucking horses im coming.” She flung open the door making it hit the wall beside her with a loud thud.
“What the fuck are you doing here.”
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MASTERLIST:
Non au-specific: ❀
Clear au’s such as pirates, wild west etc: ✧
The Last Of Us
Abby Anderson
Headcanons/drabbles:
• Student teacher!Abby headcannons, part two (nsfw) ✧
• Gymrat!Abby drabble (nsfw) ✧
• Abby’s camera roll ❀
• The improper use of a screwdriver (nsfw) ✧
Oneshots:
• Dove (nsfw) ❀
• Dead men tell no tales ✧
• Yes ma’am (nsfw) ✧
Wips:
Suck (nsfw) ❀
She’s the man ✧
Ellie Williams
Headcanons/drabbles:
• Ellie’s camera roll ❀
• Piercer!Ellie mini drabble (nsfw) ✧
• Positions (nsfw) ❀
• Hot to go ✧
Oneshots:
• Sex, drugs, and rock & roll (nsfw) ✧
• Car sex (nsfw) ❀
• Baby fever (nsfw) ❀
• Tongue tied (nsfw) ,✧
• Firsts ✧
Wips:
Save a horse - wip ✧
Bars through (nsfw) astralnymphh collab ✧
Blue Eye Samurai:
Mizu
• Tears (nsfw) ❀
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ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ.
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What’s your favourite ellie look in tlou 2?
Mine’s the classic santa barbara ellie 😎😎
ohhhhh. hands down, like 110%, with no room for arguments nor dispute because i’m too h*rny for this particular ellie…..
her seattle day 2 fit.
half of her hair up in that daddy bun and that denim shirt which just screams lesbian like pls destroy me ellie with her tattoo on show + the slightly, like… the grubbiness of her?? idk why that does so much to me?? and the scrapes on her face and on her arms…. *drags my hands down my face* oh my fucking god
yyyyyeah. yeah seattle day 2 ellie can impregnate me 🤩
#answered-asks#LMAO this was probably way too much info but like#bro seattle day 2 is sooooo superior#i really respect santa barbara ellie like i really do#but mullet ellie doesn’t do as much for me as half up bun ellie does >:)))))#god i want to have her kids#ellie williams tlou 2
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ellie & abby twitter links pt. 2 ♡
18+, minors DNI.
🇵🇸 LINKS | before engaging !!! | m. list | join my tag list!
els <3
♡ ellie feeling on your ass <3
♡ ellie pleasuring her girl
♡ ellie fingering you
♡ grinding w/els
♡ ellie fingering you in her car (hint: skip to 0:44)
♡ choking w/ellie (you!receiving)
♡ sub!ellie riding you
♡ ellie using a dildo on you
♡ ellie rubbing herself on you <3
♡ els caring for you
abs <3
♡ abs’ strap-on
♡ abby getting off to you
♡ eating sub!abby from the back
♡ dom!abby doing dom!abby things <3
♡ rough strap-on sex w/sub!abby
♡ abby’s strap-on (again!)
♡ doctor!abby, coming home to fuck you post work
♡ abby fingering you w/her heavy hands
♡ abby rewarding you w/her dick
♡ possessive!abby fucking you to remind you you’re hers
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maybe, baby, please
PLEASE CREDIT ME IF YOU REPOST!!!!!!!!!
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WHAT MURDAAA
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The Last of Us Part II 07/??
#tlou2edit#thelastofus2edit#ellie williams tlou 2#dina tlou#gamingedit#videogameedit#gifs#the last of us part ii#the last of us 2#my gifs#queue
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Hear me out Sub Ellie using the strap on Dom reader
gahshdjmf. i am obsessed w sub!top ellie. 18+
“You wanna fuck me baby?”
Your lips twitch up, lifting the corners of your mouth enough for Ellie to see the teasing tilt to it, her cheeks flushed as she looks up at you, hips stuttering just a bit.
The air in the room is heavy, filled with the little gasps that had fallen from your own mouth, and Ellie’s. She was below you, the sounds steadily spilling out from the very moment you sunk onto the strap on you allowed your girlfriend to dawn.
Now, after ages of your own aching thighs guiding the movements, Ellie had begun to become grabby.
The end of the strap pressed against her own puffy clit in a way that had her groaning with each roll of your hips down into her. The hands you had demanded stay glued to the sheets on your bed and gripped the fabric there, flexing in concentration to listen to you. Her fingers strayed a few times, grabbing at your thighs before you tsked and watched them fall back against the bed.
The question, the purr of syllables, came after her hips bucked up without much thought. The action was caught by you, walls clenching around the sudden thrust that had not been dictated by your own movement.
Ellie didn’t answer the words, her bitten lip shaking lightly as her eyes locked onto the show of the strap sinking into your glistening cunt.
“C’mon,” you prompt, swallowing down the moan rising in your drying throat. “Tell me, baby. You wanna fuck me? Tired of me usin’ you like a toy?”
You can hear the whine that cuts through Ellie’s sealed lips, the one she tries so desperately to conceal with every scrunch of her eyebrows, every twitch of her hands on the sheets. Ellie is doing her best to be good, and you just have to reward her for it. “Yes,” she admits.
Your eyes flutter closed when the silicone hits that perfect spot. When they blink open again, your vision is the picture-perfect sight of your girlfriend’s eyes searching for you.
“Go ahead baby, fuck me,” you finally speak— the switch flipping in the room lit only by the small lamp to your side. It’s instantaneous, the heat that covered your skin suddenly s blinding fire against your skin as she moved.
In an instant, Ellie’s hands are on your hips, lifting you off the strap in one fluid motion. It almost makes you dizzy, the reminder of how strong she was. The realization that she could overpower you with one swipe of her hand, and yet, she never did. She always lets you maneuver her, lead her. She was happy to relinquish all that strength to you, and it only made it so much better.
Before you can pull away from the daydream, your back hits the mattress, Ellie above you. She looks down at you, gaze flicking around your face.
“Go ahead,” you assure her again in a breathy tone. The permission is all Ellie needs, your words cut off by the overwhelming feeling of the auburn-haired girl sinking into you again.
A low moan escapes you before you can bite it back, your hand gripping at Ellie’s back. Her thrusts start off slow and calculated, never straying from the pace you had allowed her to set. The pale skin of her back turns a soft pink with every crescent-shaped mark you leave there, indents of your sharp nails.
“Fuck,” Ellie mumbles eventually, her chest rapidly moving. “Please—“ she requests, her words dripping with a sticky sweet sounding beg. “Can I go faster?”
The feeling of her body against you proves a significant distraction for finding the correct words, but you lick your lips as an attempt forms.
“You asked so nicely,” you coo through a shaky breath, “give me all you’ve got Ellie,” you continue, nails pressing harsher into her flesh, enough that you feel soft bubbles of wetness there— likely tiny pricks of blood.
“Make me feel good, El.”
#rins reqs ❀.#ellie williams#ellie williams tlou 2#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x fem reader#ellie williams fic#ellie williams smut#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams fanfic#tlou2#ellie tlou2#tlou smut#tlou fic#tlou part two#sub!ellie williams#sub ellie 🔛🔝
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more bully!ellie, as per your guys' requests.
warnings: ellie being mean, dom!ellie, sub!reader, smut obvi, oral (both receiving), dirty talk, thigh riding, semi-public sex, kind of a toxic relationship???, ooc ellie probably, likely missed some, not proofread
you ended up taking her back to your place that night. she kept you writhing in the sheets all night, begging her for your release, pressing your body so close that you couldn't breathe. when she finally let you touch her, she was timid, but grew more comfortable when you coaxed her release from her twice.
you'd fallen asleep in each other's arms, no thought about what the morning would bring.
however, when you woke, the spot next to you in your bed was cold and empty. she had left.
you couldn't understand what you did wrong. why had she left? was she ashamed? embarrassed? had she just wanted a quick fuck?
she left your bed and left you without an answer for days.
she continued her usual antics, mocking you and teasing you in the hallways and shoving you around, as if nothing happened. however, there was something new, something different behind the fake malice in her eyes. before, she masked the desire. but now, she was masking her...fear?
that was until you practically tackled her in the hall and dragged her into an empty lecture hall one day between classes.
"the fuck is your problem?" you whisper-yelled.
she didn't look you in the eyes.
"why're you still pretending you didn't fuck me within an inch of my life not even two weeks ago?"
the corner of her lip curved, eyes darkening. she crossed her arms and straightened her posture, confidence returning.
"so that's what this is about? you need a good fuck, huh?" she got closer to you.
"no, ellie, i...i mean yes, but that's not what this—"
"that's not true and you know it, pretty girl," she said, pressing you against the wall. you felt her breath tickle your neck, warm and gentle. her lips latched onto your sweet spot, your head tilting back against the wall. she slotted a thigh between yours, pressing it into your core.
she'd do anything to distract you from what she felt.
"knew you were a slut, fuck," she said, landing a light smack to your jaw. "open up," she said. you obeyed, sticking out your tongue. her spit landed on your tongue, and you swallowed it without having to be told to. "good girl. now, want you to grind against my thigh."
your eyes widened at the thought of getting off on her thigh in the middle of a lecture hall, your tuition too high to be booted from the school. she saw the hesitation in your eyes and grabbed your chin. "do it. now."
you obeyed, beginning to grind against her firm thigh. she continued pressing warm kisses into your neck, one hand covering your mouth and one with a bruising grip on your hip.
your clit caught just right on her thigh over and over again, building that fire in your core.
"bet there's a wet spot on my pants, huh?" she chuckled. "so wet. such a fucking whore. my whore though, yeah?"
you nodded frantically, too bent on release to really think. the fire burned bright and you were almost there. almost. ellie knew that.
"almost there?" you nodded. at that, her hands left you, and so did her leg.
"ellie!" you whined. "please, fuck, i was so close. why—!?"
she grinned. "i want you at my dorm in two hours. don't be late or this isn't happening again."
"ellie, i can't wait that long, please just let me finish."
she threw a smirk over her shoulder as she moved to leave. "if you can't wait, finish yourself off and don't bother coming over."
with that, she left the lecture hall.
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you had another class before you could go to ellie's. then, you asked around to figure out where she lived. she could've at least had the decency to give you her address. once you had it, you made your way to her building.
staring at the sticky note in your hand, you double checked the number on the door, 317, then knocked and crumpled it, shoving it in a pocket. the door swung open within a few seconds, revealing ellie with a menacing grin behind it. she made a giant gesture with her arm to welcome you in, smacking your ass lightly on your way past her, making you giggle.
she could hardly lock the door before you were on her, fisting the front of her shirt and pulling her lips into yours. she laughed into the kiss, "holy. someone's desperate."
"she's desperate because someone left her in the worst state imaginable."
"woah, since when do you get to talk back?" she said, spinning you and pressing you against the door. you blinked. "don't do it again."
"yes, ellie."
"god," she breathed. "i love the way you say my name."
twenty minutes later, you were sitting on ellie's face in her bed. she pressed your thighs to either side of her face as you rode her, legs trembling with your release. moans of "more!" and her name tumbled from your lips as you came.
"fuckkk," you said, spine trembling as you rolled off her face. your chest heaved as you laid next to her. you blushed at the sight of your sweet release all over her face.
"always taste so good," she said before kissing you, her tongue sharing some of your taste.
"ellie," you whimper. "wanna make you feel good."
you slowly rolled yourself between her legs, lips still on hers. she spread her legs to make room for you, still clad in her black boxers.
"alright, baby. make me feel good." her hands found your hair, stroking it gently.
she pulled her boxers off before guiding you, "run your fingers through it, baby." you did as you were told, making her shudder. "okay, now kiss it nicely for me."
you listened, planting a small kiss on her clit. her breath hitching at the sensation. "again." you obeyed.
"okay, good girl. now, lick it. come on, use your mouth for something productive for once."
you licked a large stripe through her folds, closing your eyes and moaning at her taste. before she could instruct you further, you indulged completely, licking her out like she was your last meal. she didn't even have the resolve to tell you to slow down, already feeling herself tighten.
"just like that! fuck! my god," she moaned. "my slut knows how to use her tongue."
you spelled your name on her clit in between licking up her folds, making her back arch and her legs shake a little.
"i'm so close, fuck. make me cum. do something useful for once. fuckkk."
"mouth so good. lickin' me right. fuck."
"would've let you do this much sooner if you weren't such a little bitch. ohhh, i'm gonna—!"
ellie releases in your mouth, gripping your hair, back arching off the bed, and legs clamping around your head. moaning your name, she sees stars as you work her through her release, drinking everything she gives you.
as she calms down, she lifts your head from her core and lazily grins at your state.
she could play with you for a long time. and she would.
kinda rushed and kinda horrible. sorry 😭
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dHay girl do u fw the cycle of violence
#art#fanart#my art#artist#artwork#the last of us#tlou#tlou2#the last of us part 2#tlou part 2#joel miller#ellie williams#tlou fanart#ellie williams fanart#joel and ellie#poetry#digital art
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winner winner (ellabs x reader)
꩜ synopsis: abby and ellie challenge each other to see who can make you squirt first.
꩜ cw: SQUIRTING!!!! , overstim , threesome , smut with absolutely no plot , dirty talk , pet names , spanking , poosay slapping , dom! abby , dom! ellie , sub! reader , tummy buldge , mention of masturbation , this is kinda short i'm sorry
masterlist
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜
the three of you had been at this for fifteen minutes already. it happened when you mentioned to them that you'd never squirted before. of course, being the two numbskulls that they are, they took that as a challenge.
so now you were laying on your back in bed, abby between your legs and ellie at your side.
ellie was holding your hand, rubbing your knuckles with one hand and rubbing your clit with her other. abby, of course, was wearing her biggest, longest strap she has, and she's pounding into you while she cradled your head.
pathetic little whimpers we're escaping your lips with each thrust, but all you could do was take it.
"shhh... sh sh sh." ellie coos, "come on baby, you can take more."
abby is too focused to speak, hitting that spot inside of you repeatedly. your insides were probably bruised now, and she could feel you clenching around her.
"she's gettin' tight, ellie." abby says. ellie snickers, pressing down and pinching your clit. you moan and your back arches off the bed.
you flail your legs, trying to close them in retaliation, but abby keeps them open. "uh-uh. keep 'em wide and spread for me, sweet girl. you close, huh? yeah, i can feel ya." her words send you over the edge and you're coming for the third time tonight. your entire body convulses with pleasure, and both girls marvel at the way your face contorts.
"no way in hell i'm letting you win." ellie mutters to abby under her breath, shooing her away from you once your high is over.
she gives your cunt a few firm slaps before impaling you with her silicon dick. she bottoms out in one go, the tip of her dick kissing your cervix sloppily. hers is much longer than abby's, making a little bump in your lower tummy.
"s' too big." you whine when ellie's hand meets your stomach, pressing down on the little bump she made.
"you've got it, sweet girl. come on, baby, come on." she whispers in your ear.
abby chuckles as she watches this all unfold. she let ellie go first to get you nice and stimulated, in hopes that she could be the one to make you squirt. but the way that ellie was slamming roughly into you made her believe that that wasn't going to happen.
"hurts." you groan, eyes closing.
"keep your eyes open. watch ellie fuck you." abby commands, so naturally you listen. you open your eyes to watch her slip in and out of you. your thighs were covered in slick, and your next orgasm was coming.
ellie's pants and heavy breaths only turned you on more, and it was getting harder to sit still. ellie had a shit-eating grin on her face, knowing what was about to happen.
"scream my name, honey. come on, let me hear you." she coaxes, and you gush at her words, doing exactly that. you yelled her name, in contrast to the little whimpers and quiet whines you were eliciting earlier. you'd never felt more euphoric in your entire life. sure, you'd come on your own hands, their hands, their straps, and even their mouths several times. but nothing compared to the tingles you felt on every inch of your body.
the sheets were wet.
ellie entire lower half was wet.
you were wet, laying in a puddle of your own substances.
ellie laughs and cheers, "you fucking squirted!"
abby groans in defeat after seeing the utter mess you made. her eyebrows were squeezed together, her bulky hand in a tense fist. she shook her head silently, as if contemplating punching ellie in the jaw.
but ellie was too busy celebrating to notice, "fuck yeah! i did it!" she says, pecking you in every little crease and corner her lips can reach.
you were too fucked-out to comment on her celebrating, or abby's defeat, for that matter.
"how d'you feel, sweet pea?" abby is first to check on you after ellie disappears to go fetch some towels.
"fucking amazing." you mumble, nestling comfortably into the crease between her shoulder and neck, "never knew it could feel like that."
she chuckles, kissing your hairline, "there's plenty more where that came from. next time, i'll be the one to make you squeal like that, hm?"
you laugh quietly at her words, nodding.
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