#mars4hellokitty

[mars4hellokitty]

I saw this at the bottom of an ellie fic, did they write this with AI? 😭😭😭😭 please lord stop using AI to write for you, no amount of desperation is worth the environmental impact chatgpt has.

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Ellie in the newest fic:

i’m never gonna live this down😭 but omg y’all i didn’t even realize when i wrote that what it sounded like

[mars4hellokitty]

I hope my fav writers think this way of me ☹️☹️☹️💖💖💖

Dude it is SO FUN and EXCITING to see a reoccurring reader. If you've commented a handful of times on an author's work, I guarantee that they recognize you. You can't imagine how many times I've excitedly informed my friends "the person with the funny cat image commented!" "- anon is back!!!!" and the friends've recognized who I was talking about because I talk about my commenters so often LOL. We love you all!!!

[mars4hellokitty]

Having trauma at a young age is so silly because what do you mean I've lost my childhood and will never be able to experience it again???? and I'm also vulnerable to people abusing me in the same way??? again???

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It's not like super crazy or anything but I remember I had this long conversation with some guy and I genuinely thought we were doing fine till he sent me my IP address and flashed me 🤠

getting flashed on omegle is a guarantee unfortunately but DOXXING YOU IS CRAZY OMG GIRL

[lolitalovess]

thinking best friend loser vi jerking off to ur underwear when she misses you.. and other hcs ♡

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser bsf vi who knows she's being creepy, but it's not like it's her fault! you accidentally forgot some of your clothes when you left her house earlier and she just loves the smell of you. the nice thing to do was to fold your clothes neatly for when you came back to get them the next day, and to keep your undies safe in her nightstand draw where she can keep them close.

loser bsf vi who's held onto this pair of underwear for atleast a month, switching between stuffing her cunt while wearing said underwear or holding them to her face to smell them when she hasn't seen you for awhile and misses the way you smell. wishes she could do both at the same time, maybe she'll have to borrow some more!

loser bsf vi who is an absolute nerd to the core and she will make you play her favourite games on her ps4. skyrim, gow and the sims 3. no questions asked she will be turning all the lights off, closing the blinds and turning the volume up all the way.

loser bsf vi who internally panics when she's got her vibrator on her clit when you call her because you see the little green active dot on her insta. her eyes were infact previously boring into the bright screen of her phone that displayed a picture of you on your story, and she's trying so, so hard to cover her moans and whimpers with heavy breaths and answers to your questions asking if she's okay, and what the sound of buzzing you can faintly hear in the background is.

loser bsf vi who has dreams about kissing and undressing you slowly, about feeling the soft skin of your thighs with her hands after she's separated them with sweet words. she always wakes up wet if she has a dream about you, and, as ashamed and frustrated she is, she always alternates to shoving her little shorts aside and playing with her clit like a toy first thing in the morning. a little frown always plays her lips when she checks the time and realises she has to get ready for class or else she'll be late.

loser bsf vi who tries to come up with any excuse she can when you point out the dried spots of cum on her sheets when you come over, telling you that her cat pissed on the mattress instead.

loser bsf vi who thinks about having you sit on her lap with her back pressed to your chest, holding your hips and making you grind your ass on the bulge of her strap whenever you walk in front of her and she's staring at your ass.

loser bsf vi who always shows up with something for you when she comes to your house. you mention you're tired the morning of and she's buying you a monster and those little heart shaped chocolates. if you're into collecting teddies or not, she will be buying you a new type of jellycat for every occasion. always shrugs your sweet words off, saying it's nothing and it's what a good best (girl)friend should do!

i know i said i'm on break from writing but i was going through my drafts and this was basically already done so i just touched it up a lil 😈 kind of running out of ideas (if you couldn't tell) and getting sick of writing about loser vi lowkey but i know how dearly she's loved so i'll always try my hardest 🙏 sorry to the ones who saw that ifykyk

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[mars4hellokitty]

Since people keep interacting with my post about the AI generated Ellie fic, here's a recommendation of a non AI generated Ellie fic that is awesome and fantastic 🤭

red wine supernova

neighbor!ellie williams x reader

neighbor!ellie universe

summary: celebrating your birthday for the first time without your family was hard, but ellie was there to make your special day better.

word count: 4.8k

YOU HEARD the clunk first.

Then came the gurgle. The kind of unsettling gurgle that said hey, I’m broken and probably leaking. You stared at your kitchen sink. The faucet was dripping slowly, then rapidly, and then suddenly it made a soft hissing pop and began a very non-cute stream from underneath the counter. You were already freaking out when you texted Ellie. 'help. the sink just made a sound like a dying animal D:'

Less than five minutes later, you heard a knock on your door, and there she was—smug little smirk, toolbox in hand. "Your handy girlfriend has arrived," Ellie announced, stepping inside dramatically. "I heard there’s a damsel in distress."

You squinted at her. "You’re holding your hammer upside down."

She paused. Glanced at it. "That’s... just how I carry it. For style."

"You sure you know what you’re doing?"

Ellie strutted past you like she owned the place, setting her toolbox on your counter and crouching to inspect under the sink. "I fixed Jesse’s garbage disposal once. Plus I watched, like, a lot of plumbing videos after the shower head incident at my place."

You narrowed your eyes. "The incident where you broke it off the wall and flooded your whole bathroom?"

Ellie’s head popped out from beneath the counter. "Okay, rude. That was sabotage. Gravity was involved."

You sat on the floor beside her, watching her try to identify which pipe did what with the confidence of someone who had no idea but didn’t want to admit it.

"Need a hand, baby?" you asked.

"No, no. I got it. I just.. I’m just surveying. For strategy, you know?"

Unbeknownst to you, Ellie pulled her phone from her back pocket while pretending to stretch and started texting someone. 

"No way," you peeked over her shoulder. "Are you texting Joel?"

Ellie froze. "No?"

You blinked. "Why are you lying?"

She groaned. "Okay, yes. But listen. I’m still doing the work. Joel is just... coaching. Spiritually."

You smirked. "Aren’t you supposed to be handy? You know, being a lesbian and all?"

Ellie sat up so fast she hit her head on the bottom of the sink, cursed, then pointed an accusing wrench at you. "Wow. I could say the same, ma’am."

You blinked, but a small smile appeared on your lips. "Touché."

She rubbed the back of her head, then sat beside you on the floor with an exaggerated sigh. "Okay. Real talk? I don’t actually know what the fuck I’m doing. I just wanted to impress you."

"You don’t need to impress me, El. You already do."

She gave you a sheepish little half-smile, bumping her shoulder against yours. "Even if I can’t fix your sink?"

"Especially because you tried to anyway."

You leaned your head on her shoulder, both of you sitting on the floor beside the broken sink, surrounded by scattered tools. Ellie let her head tilt onto yours, and for a moment the silence felt warm, easy. Comfortable.

Then the faucet hissed again. And it made you both jump.

"Okay," Ellie muttered. "Maybe we should call a real plumber before your kitchen becomes a swimming pool."

You didn’t expect Joel to show up with that much swagger. The moment you opened the door for him, he was already smirking like he had three dad-jokes lined up and a plumber's ego the size of Texas.

"Where’s the patient?" he asked, stepping into your apartment.

Ellie, who had been sulking on your couch with her arms crossed, shot you a betrayed look the second she heard his voice. "You called him?"

"You were texting him already," you pointed out, holding back a laugh. "I just… escalated."

Joel chuckled and patted Ellie’s shoulder on his way to the kitchen. "Don’t worry, kiddo. Some people are meant to fix sinks. Some are meant to break ‘em."

"It was already broken!"

You leaned on the counter and watched as Joel got to work. He made a few small grunting sounds, twisted a couple of things, mumbled to himself, and five minutes later, your sink no longer sounded like a dying animal.

You blinked. "Wait. That’s it?"

Joel stood up and dusted his hands off. "Yeah. It was just a loose coupling and a misaligned gasket. Easy fix."

Ellie was standing with her arms crossed now, jaw tight. "Cool. Thanks for making me look useless in front of my girlfriend."

Joel grinned, but didn’t bother to say anything. He just turned to grab his thermos. "So. You two are still comin’ over next weekend?"

You frowned a little, confused. "Wait… next weekend?"

"Yeah, before your birthday, right?" Joel said, totally casual.

You blinked. "How do you know it’s my birthday?"

He smirked as he took a sip of the coffee you made for him. "Ellie hasn’t shut up about it for two weeks."

You looked over just in time to see Ellie’s soul exit her body. "I—what—okay." She stood up straighter, backing toward the door like she was about to physically eject Joel from the apartment. "Thank you so much for the sink, Joel. Appreciate it. Really. You can leave now. Door’s right here. Bye!"

Joel laughed, deeply amused. "Just sayin’. That girl has been stressin’ about gettin’ you the right gift. Keeps mutterin’ 'what if it’s too much?' and 'what if she doesn’t like sur—'"

"BYE, JOEL!"

You were full-on cackling now, covering your mouth as Ellie turned cherry red and started shoving Joel gently toward the door. "Hey, hey!" Joel laughed, holding his hands up. "No need to assault me for being observant."

"Out." Ellie insisted, dragging him by the sleeve.

Joel turned to you, still laughing. "You’re comin’ next week, though, right?"

You nodded, smiling warmly. "Yeah. Wouldn’t dare to miss it."

"Good." He winked at Ellie, who was as red as her flannel.

Once the door shut, she turned around, arms stiff at her sides, eyes wide like she’d just been hit by a truck. You tried not to laugh. You really did. But her face was so red.

"Couldn’t shut up, huh?"

Ellie groaned and pressed her forehead into your shoulder. "I hate him."

You wrapped your arms around her and smiled against her temple. "I don’t. He’s kind of my favorite person right now."

She peeked up at you with a pout. "I thought I was your favorite."

You grinned. "Well, you were. Until Joel complimented my kitchen."

Ellie narrowed her eyes. But you leaned in and kissed her quickly, soft and sweet. "I love you, dork."

Her face softened instantly. "Yeah," she murmured. "Love you too."

Then she sniffed. "… How did he fix that in five minutes?! I was literally googling what a gasket even is."

You laughed again, pulling her close. "It’s okay, plumber girl. Your efforts were adorable."

She groaned into your shoulder. "I’m gonna hear about this forever."

"You are," you teased. "Forever. Just like Joel said."

She looked up again, defeated but grinning. "Okay. Now I hate you too."

THE TV flickered softly across the dim living room. Ellie’s face as she lounged at the end of the couch, socked feet kicked up on the coffee table. Her hair was a mess, and her oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder, exposing the faint lines of freckles dancing around her pale skin.

The movie she’d put on was halfway through, and Ellie was narrating more than watching.

"Okay, okay, look— this part? Where Luke flips off the skiff? He actually did that himself, no stunt double. Mark Hamill, certified badass." She leaned toward you, finger pointing at the screen like you might miss it. "Also? Carrie Fisher hated that metal bikini. Like, despised it. Rightfully so."

You smiled faintly, eyes on the screen, but not really seeing it.

Ellie didn't notice at first, she was too busy giving you random trivia in her soft, nerdy ramble that always made you melt a little. But somewhere between the speeder bike chase and the Ewok celebration, Ellie finally glanced over. And paused mid-sentence.

You were curled up at the opposite end of the couch, knees tucked under your chin, blanket tight around your shoulders. Your eyes were dull, unfocused. Your expression that polite, empty kind of neutral you wore when you didn’t want anyone to ask you what was wrong. It was a dead giveaway.

Ellie immediately hit pause. The screen froze on a blurry Ewok mid-jump, mouth open like it had caught the tension in the room too.

You blinked slowly. "Hey, I was watching that."

She didn’t answer. Just turned toward you, her brows gently furrowed. "Okay, spill."

"What?"

"Don’t 'what' me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You’re quiet. That weird, echo-y kind of quiet."

You hesitated, fingers twitching with the blanket fabric. "It’s nothing. I’m just tired."

Ellie tilted her head, unconvinced. "You’re a terrible liar."

There was a long pause. The kind that buzzed in your ears. And finally, you sighed. "It’s just... weird. Thinking about celebrating my birthday without my family, I guess."

Ellie didn’t say anything for a second, and you hated how suddenly vulnerable you felt. You hadn’t cried or anything, hadn’t even planned to bring it up. But there it was, sitting thick in your throat like a rock. 

"My parents usually drove," you added after a second, eyes fixed on the paused screen. "Even if it was just for dinner. They’d bring cake and balloons, even when I told them not to. It was… dumb. But it felt good."

Ellie scooted closer, shifting the blanket without asking and tugging half of it over her own lap. Her hand found yours under the fleece, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"I’m sorry," she said, voice barely above a whisper. You blinked fast, trying not to let it show how much that small gesture hit you. "But hey," she added, her lips twitching into a little smile. "I’m not, like, blood-related… but I am contractually obligated to be your emotional support."

You laughed softly, pressing your face into her shoulder.

Ellie pulled you close, kissing the side of your head. "We don’t have to do anything big if you don’t want to."

"I don’t know. It’s just… gonna feel different."

"Yeah," she murmured, letting her chin rest against your hair. "Different doesn’t have to mean bad, though."

"I know."

The two of you sat like that for a while — quiet, bundled in shared warmth, the paused Ewok still mid-celebration on the screen.

Then Ellie whispered, "I, uh… may or may not have something up my sleeve for your birthday."

You lifted your head, smiling faintly. "El…"

"No, no — I’m not telling you anything. This face?" She pointed at her own. "Vault. Steel trap."

You gave her a knowing look. "You’re literally the worst at keeping secrets."

"Hey! I kept the Christmas sweater surprise and the concert tickets last month."

"You told me about the concert while you were trying to buy the tickets."

"Anyway," she said, leaning back dramatically. "This one? You’ll never see it coming."

You let yourself sink back into her side, fingers brushing hers again, more at peace than you’d felt all day.

THE CAR was warm from the sun, windows cracked just enough to let the breeze in, and Ellie’s hand was resting on your thigh in that casual, grounding way that always made your chest flutter.

"You sure we have everything?" she asked, as if the road trip didn’t last twenty minutes.

You held up the tote bag you packed. "I got snacks, water, charger, and gum. I am the ideal road trip companion."

Ellie smirked. "Passenger princess, you mean."

You gasped, pretending to be scandalized. "That’s so rude. I am a navigation expert and playlist curator."

"Yeah?" she glanced at you, amused. "Then how come you opened Google Maps like five minutes ago and already told me to turn down a one-way?"

"That was a test. And you passed."

She snorted. "Sure."

You leaned back into the seat, sunglasses perched on your nose, your legs curled up slightly in the seat like you always did. "Okay, okay, serious now. What playlist do you want?"

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember the one we did together?" You grinned, nodding. "Play that one."

You queued it up, and within seconds, the car was filled with music. Ellie hummed along under her breath, her fingers tapping the beat against your leg. You watched her drive for a minute — the way her jaw flexed when she focused, the small scar on her temple, the fact that she had her sleeves pushed up and one tattooed forearm resting lazily on the wheel. 

"What?" she asked, catching you staring.

"Nothing," you smiled. "You’re so pretty."

Her face pinked immediately. "Don’t distract me. You want us to crash before we even arrive?"

"I mean… if we crash into a field and get to live off the grid together, I’m not complaining."

Joel’s house at just outside a little forest area, one of those modest country homes with a porch swing and too many bird feeders. It wasn’t far from your apartment complex, but it felt different anyway. When you pulled into the driveway, Joel was already waiting on the porch with two beers and what looked like a glass of lemonade in his hand. You hopped out of the car before Ellie had even turned off the engine, practically bouncing on your feet.

"She’s excited," Ellie muttered, grabbing the bag from the backseat.

"I heard that!"

Joel stood up as you approached, already holding out the lemonade. "Told you she’d be happy to get outta the city."

"I’m always happy when there’s cake," you grinned, accepting the glass. "Hi, Joel."

"Happy early birthday, kiddo." He gave you a side hug and then clapped Ellie on the back. "You two hungry?"

"Always," you and Ellie said in unison.

Inside, Joel had really gone for it: steak, potatoes, cornbread, and now the three of you were settled on his large couch. You were sitting between them, Ellie with her arm casually draped along the back of the couch behind you, her fingers occasionally brushing your hair. Joel had turned on the Western on the old TV. 

Halfway through, Joel paused the movie. "Alright. Gimme a second."

You sat up slightly. "Wait, is it… is it cake time?"

"Patience," he grumbled, disappearing into the hallway.

Ellie gave you a look. "Gift time."

"What?"

Before you could say something else, Joel returned with a small box, wrapped in old newspaper and tied up with a small bow. He held it out to you, slightly awkward. "Here. It’s not much, but… I made it myself."

You blinked and took the box gently, heart already swelling before you’d even untied the bow. Ellie nudged your knee with hers, giving you a soft smile. Inside the box was a hand-carved wooden jewelry tray. The edges were smoothed out and rounded, the inside etched delicately with little stars and crescent moons. The craftsmanship wasn’t perfect, but it was personal. It was special. 

Joel scratched the back of his neck. "Thought maybe it’d look nice on your nightstand. Ellie said you keep losin’ your earrings."

"I don’t lose them—" you started, shooting Ellie a look.

"—She definitely loses them," Ellie confirmed.

You blinked hard, trying not to spill any tear. And then looked up at Joel. "This is… this is beautiful. Seriously."

He looked relieved. "Glad you think so."

You leaned over and gave him a hug without even thinking about it, arms around his middle, head resting on his shoulder. Joel went a little stiff, then sighed and patted your back. "You’re welcome, kid."

He looked over at Ellie, who gave him a thumbs up, smiling so hard it hurt. 

YOU WERE asleep. Deeply asleep.

Tucked into Ellie’s sheets, her warmth curled around you like a blanket of its own — one arm slung lazily over your waist, her breath slow and even against the back of your neck. The world was quiet, the apartment dark and still, save for the faintest hum of the city outside the window and the soft noise of a fan nearby.

"Baaaabe…"

You groaned. A soft kiss landed on your shoulder. Then another. Then one against your cheek. Then your jaw. Your temple. Your eyelid, which made you twitch.

"Babyyyyyy," Ellie singsonged, barely above a whisper but somehow managing to drag the vowels into your dreams like a little menace.

Your eyes fluttered open vaguely. "Ellie…" Your voice was thick with sleep. "Is the building on fire?"

"No," she grinned.

"Did the cat learn to talk?"

"We don’t have a cat."

"Exactly," you mumbled, rolling over toward her, face still half-smashed into the pillow. "Then why…"

Ellie’s face was inches from yours, eyes wide and shining in the dark like an excited kid. "It’s midnight," she said simply.

You blinked at her. "... And?"

"It’s your birthday, dummy."

You blinked again. Then, despite the groggy haze in your brain, you felt something warm pull at your chest. Ellie was grinning like she couldn’t contain it— her fingers gently sweeping a lock of hair from your forehead, her knee nudging yours under the covers.

"You woke me up… to say happy birthday?"

"Of course I did," she whispered, leaning down to brush her nose against yours. "I get to be the first one to say it."

Your heart did a little flip. Even in the dark, you could see the softness on her face. She tucked her face into your neck and kissed you there, just below your ear.

"Happy birthday, baby," she whispered. "I love you so much."

Your breath caught. Even half-asleep, that still made your stomach flutter. You let out a laugh, barely a puff of air. “Oh my god. You’re so annoying.”

"Yup." She pressed another kiss to your cheek. "But, hey, birthday rules. I get to be as clingy and chaotic as I want."

"You're always clingy."

"Exactly. So today I will be even worse." She poked your side gently, drawing out a muffled yelp. "How does it feel? Being the prettiest, coolest, most perfect birthday girl in the world?"

You buried your face in her chest, hiding your grin. "Feels like I’m gonna fall back asleep any second."

Ellie laughed and pulled you tighter against her. "That’s fine. I just wanted to be the first. Didn’t even need fireworks or cake. Just… this." Her voice was quieter now, more serious under the softness. "Just you here. With me."

You closed your eyes, heart heavy in the best way. "Thanks for waking me up," you whispered.

Ellie kissed your forehead. "Anytime, birthday girl."

You were already halfway asleep again when she pulled the blanket tighter over you both, her fingers stroking slow, lazy circles against your hip. But then you felt her smile against your skin. And you fell asleep smiling too.

WHEN the sun came up, you started to notice something was with Ellie. She started to... over-explain things. Like when she insisted you really didn’t need to come with her to the store that morning.

"I just gotta pick up a few things," she said, avoiding eye contact. "For… uh. Repairs."

"Repairs?"

"Yeah. You know, the boring stuff."

You stared at her. She fidgeted. "… Ellie."

"It will be so boring. Not worth your time, for sure." She added, pulling on her hoodie string so hard it almost slapped her cheek.

And when you tried to press further, she kissed your forehead and said, "You’re really cute, but no questions," then tripped over the welcome mat on her way out.

Despite the nerves and the obvious attempts at cover-up, there was something endearing in how hard she was trying. She wasn’t that bad at hiding it. Just… twitchy. And excitable. And grinning to herself when she thought you weren’t looking.

It was honestly kind of adorable.

By the time the afternoon arrived, she was barely keeping it together. She texted you five times from her place. The one that was down the hall. Terrible poker face, Williams.

When you opened the door that evening, Ellie was already outside waiting for you, pretending she hadn’t been nervously pacing the corridor for fifteen minutes. She offered her hand with a shy grin and said, "You look good. Like… criminally good."

You raised an eyebrow. "Criminal?"

"Yeah. Like, if hotness was illegal, I’d be a getaway driver."

You laughed despite yourself. She kissed your knuckles and walked with you down the hallway like she hadn’t spent all week having semi-anxious spirals in group chats with Dina and Jesse.

When she opened her apartment door, a rush of warm air, soft lighting, and music hit you first. Then came the voices.

"SURPRISE!!"

And there they were. Not just Ellie’s friends. Not just Dina and Jesse — who were already grinning ear to ear. But your people. A few from college. A couple from high school. A girl you used to sit with in freshman year creative writing. People you hadn’t seen in forever. Faces from every corner of your past life, standing under twinkling lights and hand-cut banners that spelled Happy Birthday! in mismatched lettering.

You turned to Ellie, stunned. She just smiled back, so damn proud of herself. 

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, hugs and stories. You caught up with old friends, shared drinks with Jesse who was aggressively proud of Ellie’s 'romantic little brain,' and danced to terrible pop music that Ellie claimed to hate — but still danced with you to.

At one point, you noticed her standing near the back wall, just watching you with the most ridiculous, soft smile on her face.

"How you did this?" you asked, taking her hand. 

She shrugged, ears flushed pink. "You talk about people when you’re happy. I just… remembered the names. Asked around. Dina helped me with the Insta creeping."

Your heart swelled. And you leaned in to kissed her. 

As the party wound down, your friends, who were half-tipsy already, floated the idea of heading to a bar across town.

"You two are totally coming," one of your oldest friends said, tugging at your hand. "We haven’t seen you in years, you can’t just disappear now."

You turned to Ellie, who already had that mischief look plastered on her face.

"C’mon," she said, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I’ll buy the first round."

The bar was dim and neon-drenched, full of people and terrible music. Ellie stayed close to your side, one hand in the back pocket of your jeans, laughing at your stories, letting you steal sips from her drink. It was strange seeing your two worlds blur like this. Your past and your present. Your oldest friends watching the way Ellie looked at you, some of them smirking behind their glasses, others giving you subtle thumbs-up when Ellie leaned in to whisper something soft in your ear.

As the night stretched, the drinks became foggy. You weren’t much of a heavy drinker, not usually. But tonight was different. Your birthday, Ellie by your side, surrounded by old friends and new memories. The kind of warmth that went straight to your chest and, okay, maybe your head too.

Ellie had been keeping count. She wasn’t a buzzkill about it, just quietly attuned. Two cocktails, one shot someone handed you during a toast, and a half-glass of whatever suspicious pink stuff was handed to you by a giggling friend. That was your limit. But Ellie knew better than to tell you that. She just hovered nearby, patient as ever.

You stumbled into her at the edge of the dance floor, head heavy on her shoulder, arms winding around her waist. "You’re so pretty," you slurred, eyes sparkling. "Did you know? God, Ellie. You’re so stupidly hot. Like, offensively attractive."

Ellie laughed, catching you by the waist. "Okay, babe. That’s number four talking."

"Nuh-uh," you protested, poking her chest. "That’s just me. I love you."

You clung to her like a very drunk koala, and she steadied you with both hands on your hips, heart swelling even as she rolled her eyes affectionately. "You do love me, huh?" she said, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You nodded emphatically. "Like. So much. It’s actually disgusting."

She grinned, soft and crooked, the way she always did when she was trying to mask how much your affection hit her. "Alright, babe," she said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Let’s get you some water."

You went willingly, still nuzzling into her side, giggling every time she called you a nickname. The bartender handed over a tall glass of ice water with a straw, and Ellie pressed it to your lips. "Sip. You’re gonna thank me later."

You sipped. And she grinned, whispering a soft ‘atta girl’ in your ear. 

"You’re so bossy," you mumbled, cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, and you like it."

"Love it, sure." you whispered, leaning up to kiss her cheek.

Ellie stilled for a second, watching you with that soft, unreadable expression she always got when she was feeling more than she could say. Then she smiled, tucked your hair behind your ear, and gave your forehead a gentle kiss.

"Alright, lover girl," she murmured. "We’re going home," Ellie said firmly, glancing at your friends with a nod.

You whined quietly. "I don’t wanna go yet."

"Yeah, I know. But your eyes say you’re five minutes away from sleeping standing up."

"I don’t want to go to my apartment, El. I wish we could live together. It’s not fair," you mumbled, barely audible. "Can’t wait for you to be my forever home.”

Ellie froze. Looked down at you. And something in her expression softened so completely it nearly melted. "Jesus Christ," she whispered, more to herself than anyone. "You’re gonna ruin me."

You smiled sleepily into her collarbone, not fully aware of the words you just spilled, and how much they affected Ellie for the rest of the night.

After saying goodbye to your friend, Ellie called a cab, half-carrying you inside it, holding your hand the entire ride home while you talked in dreamy, quiet nonsense about clouds and cake and her freckles. When you reached the apartment building, Ellie kept an arm tight around your waist as she guided you down the hallway. You were still humming something that sounded vaguely like a love song, leaning all your weight on her and whispering, "I’d die for you, you know that?"

"Let’s not be dramatic," Ellie muttered, but her heart was a puddle.

Back at her place, she helped you out of your boots and your jacket, guiding you gently toward the bed. You flopped onto the mattress like a fainting Victorian lady.

"God," you mumbled. "You’re the best. You’re actually the best thing in the universe. I’d fight a bear for you."

"Good to know," Ellie said, pulling a blanket over you. "Just, maybe fight your hangover first, okay?"

You reached for her hand, and she took it instantly, sitting down beside you, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Stay here," you whispered.

"I’m not going anywhere."

You were asleep two minutes later. Ellie stayed up longer, watching you, brushing hair away from your face, and thinking about forever homes and just how fucking lucky she was.

YOU WOKE up to the soft buzz of your phone vibrating under your pillow, and the too-bright morning light pouring through Ellie’s bedroom window. Your head was pounding, your mouth tasted vaguely like tequila and regret, and you were about 85% sure you told Ellie you wanted to marry her in the middle of a bar last night.

Ellie was sitting at the edge of the bed when you finally groaned and shifted under the blankets. Her hair was a mess, and she still looked beautiful. 

"Morning, lover girl," she said softly, holding out a big glass of water.  "Survived?"

You took the glass, sip, and glare at her weakly. "Barely. You didn’t even drink."

"Someone had to be the responsible adult," she smirked, then leans over to press a kiss to your temple. "Also, watching you proclaim your undying love to me in front of your friends was kind of the highlight of my week."

You covered your face with a groan. "Fuck."

"No, no—don’t be embarrassed." Ellie was laughing now. Finally, she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours. "Next time," she murmured, "you propose, can you do it when I’m not holding your hair back in a bathroom?"

You snorted. "Noted."

Ellie pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. "You want pancakes?"

"God, yes. Can we get greasy diner pancakes?"

"Absolutely."

You smiled, rubbing your hands over your face. "You’re the best."

"I know," she said, standing up with a stretch. As she left the room to get dressed, you flopped back into the sheets, smiling into the pillow. Your head still hurt. Your throat still burned. But your chest? Your chest felt light.

It had been a very different birthday, but your favorite by far.

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[mars4hellokitty]

I was at a horse riding thing and i thought I saw a masc (the person wore a cap, had hair down to their shoulders, flannel shirt, jorts and sneakers) IT WAS JUST A MAN!?

[orphicsun]

Going off what the other person said, even if you (🍁 anon) are on your period, DONT TELL THEM!!!! they will dismiss everything under the sun because of it.

^^

[marscardigan]

texts with neighbor!ellie…

this is part of my neighbor!ellie series!! go check it out!

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[mars4hellokitty]

LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEE COWGIRL VI

omg queen i might die if i don’t get more southern/cowboy!vi!! i would loveee to see either vi taking reader on like a trail ride or just like more of vi being protective over her wife maybe they’re out and about in the town??? idk i just love ur southern!vi works they make me kick my feet and giggle

𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 cowgirl!vi x sweet little housewife!reader / 0.6 k words ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 none ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇��𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 u ask and u shall recive ! i hope u like it (i love writing for cowgirl!vi)

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

The bar buzzes with noise — rowdy laughter, clinking bottles, the low hum of country music vibrating through the scuffed floorboards. The air is heavy with the scent of whiskey, fried food, and the kind of grease that sticks to your skin.

You’re tucked into the corner booth, warm and settled, Vi’s arm draped casually over the back of your chair. Her thumb traces slow, lazy circles into your shoulder while she sips her beer, all loose-limbed and comfortable.

Then Cole leans in. Smirking. Cocky. About three drinks past his limit and twice as bold as he ought to be. His eyes are glassy, his grin wide and sloppy.

“Bet your pretty little wife wouldn’t last five seconds on that bull.”

Your brows lift, surprise flickering across your face. Your lips part, but before you can get a single word out, Vi cuts in — sharp, clean.

“Ain’t her job to impress drunks.”

Cole chuckles, easy and loud. “I’m just sayin’ — she’s sweet, Vi. Nothin’ wrong with bein’ soft. But she wouldn’t hold on long.”

You glance between them, Vi already shaking her head, jaw set. Her easy calm is gone now, replaced by something low and bristling.

“Don’t even think about it, sugar,” she warns, voice taut with worry.

“That thing throws men twice your size clean off.”

But you’re already standing, that quiet little smile curling at the corner of your lips. Your dress swishes around your knees as you push your chair back, and Vi’s hand slips away from your shoulder like it doesn't want to let go.

“I’ll be careful,” you promise, sweet and soft and stubborn. “Just wanna try.”

Vi groans under her breath. “Lord help me.”

You cross the bar with your head high, the crowd parting around you. The mechanical bull looms in the center like a challenge, a dare with steel bones. You climb up with more grace than sense, settle into the seat like you belong there, and nod politely to the man at the controls.

Vi doesn’t sit. She stands rooted by the booth, hands braced on her hips, watching with her heart in her throat. Her eyes never leave you.

The bull lurches.

And you hold on.

One hand raised high, dress fluttering wild around your legs. The machine bucks hard beneath you, twisting, jerking — but you don’t flinch. You laugh, bright and reckless, like the whole world is yours and gravity’s just a suggestion. You grip with your legs, spine steady, smile wide.

The bar goes quiet, then erupts — whistles, cheers.

And still, you ride.

When the bull finally slows, easing into a stop, the whole place is roaring. People are on their feet, shouting, clapping, stunned.

Vi just stares. Her mouth parts, her breath catches — and then she grins, wide and smug and proud enough to knock someone over.

Cole whistles low. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

Vi turns toward him slow, that grin sharpened into something dangerous.

“That’s my wife,” she says, voice cool as ice and sharp as a switchblade. “And if I were you, I’d think twice before callin’ her soft again.”

You hop down, cheeks flushed, heart still racing — and Vi’s already there, closing the space between you like she’s been holding her breath.

Her hands find your waist, fingers curling in tight, voice low in your ear.

“Goddamn, baby,” she murmurs. “You tryin’ to kill me?”

[grotesquevi]

summary  # vi's certain of a few things back there in her chaotic life: she's still selling weed to collage frat kids for her economy, still hates men in general, and most definitely, she’s still going to fuck the stoner milf who she's really into lately — sounds as a killer plan in her head.

series cw  # 18+ mdni, this will contain smut at some point so please have that in mind before reading. stoner!vi will forever give me the chills since i first write about her so bare. with. me. reader is bisexual for a clear reason, mentions of an ex-husband for the sake of the plot, violence, descriptions of blood, use of marijuana. vi's on her 30's so there's not a huge age-gap, modern au, will add as they go.

CHAPTER INDEX:  ☆ between cannibals, the first exchange. #1 — slow hands, week one. #2 – surrender the night, weekend one. #3 — blocked. #4 — blocked. #5 — blocked.

ᯓ★ taglist — @mxya-dreams, @cupcakelvr, @sevikas-whore, @mikellie, @my-fabulousness-has-arrived, @big-fat-herooo, @thinkviolets, @evermorewest, @mysteriouslydarkmiracle, @priceris, @mxchi-mxxn, @ferxanda, @niyizh, @hitmehardmommy, @sash4esk0, @starrysetup22, @sevibloom, @hotfries999, @graceecarg0 @ellieslosttwofingers, @thewonderlandish, @mars4hellokitty, @elliecoochieeater, @baylegend6, @ellieslittleslutt, @sadie6sinks6slut, @krilara, @supercutts, @snuffphiliaa, @lluxentzz, @norwayromanoff (some of y'all usernames are unserious as fuck, i love it)

[applejusue]

Ellie's condition is at it's lowest, and with no signs of improving your relationship continues around it. It affects everything, especially intimacy, and sometimes you need to remind her that she's more than enough.

◟`# fiction contains: dissociation, intrusiveness, grief, angst, violence, sexual themes, comfort, love, slow-burn, illness, blood, gore descriptions, mature themes, dyspraxia, fluff.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⠀⸝⸝ requested by @mars4hellokitty

ORI. ENDING // HEADCANONS // ALT. ENDING

Her trembling fingers ghosted over your waist, her pressure both too firm and barely there. You could see it in her eyes, the frustration of not being about to touch you the way that she used to, the way she knew you liked. She mouthed at your neck, sloppy, a little nippy. It was a lazy morning, one where you didn't have to leave the apartment to go to work. Ellie had tried to wake you up gracefully, with some gentle kisses and loving but her pecked attacks to your cheek had your eyes fluttering within seconds. It wasn't her fault, nowhere close.

You let your gaze follow her as she moved, left elbow digging slightly into your torso as she leaned above, cold trembling hands pushing unceremoniously beneath your sweater and trying to cradle your breast. Hard as she tried, though, she couldn't get her fingers to grasp on. She chewed on her dry lip, briskly wiping her glistening eyes with her shoulder as she continued the futile pursuit. You took her shaking hand in yours, warm and encompassing to help guide her around you.

A soft sigh drifted from your mouth, your hair fanned against the pillow in coils as you stared at the woman above. Ellie knelt against your pelvis, twitching fingers tracing along your navel that hid beneath the draw of your shorts. She wanted to be what you needed, to be able to make you feel how much she loved you. She wanted to give you more than cold, jarring hands that offered only a ghost of what she truly wanted to do.

You noticed she'd stopped, and as your eyes fluttered open to meet hers all you could see was the tears that dripped from her cheeks, an incoherent babble from her throat that only made sense to you. Your heart ached, her pain so vivid no matter how little words she uttered. Ellie pushed herself down onto you, curling to your body like a caterpillar finding home. Your hands were in her hair, soft whispers in her ears that did little to quell the bubbling cries that sank into your sweater.

Your warm hand found her trembling fingers, lacing them tightly as her palm clasped at the air. She wouldn't look at you, too ashamed. It took a lot of coaxing, gentle coddling that you knew she needed more than anything. When she did tilt her head up, cheeks wet with tears and dried lips swollen from her teeth, all you could do was sigh. You pushed back her greased hair, tucking each strand back into place as you nosed against her face. Her grip was tight, but you didn't mind. When every attempt at kissing you missed, you took her face between warm palms, letting her feel that little brush of your lips that was enough to soothe even the heaviest of feelings.

Gathered in your arms like wet clay, you let her seep into your pores. Ellie was always this way when you didn't have work, unwilling to function as her own entity. She needed it, to be close enough that she didn't have to focus. Thinking was something so exhausting, and on her own it was a burden like no other to constantly reorganize her mind, to try and make sense of lists and tasks that would breeze over a normal person. With you, she was warm, with you, she could just be.

[lolitalovess]

count dykeula cait x reader headcannons

warnings: lesbians, smut, vampires, all the 3 best things in one

vamp cait who always clasps her hand around yours to pull you through the long hallways of the manor and out the main doors to the back garden to use you when she needs time away from the high society dwellers that accompany her parents balls and soriées. she's always kissing you the moment you're away from lingering gazes without fail, revelling with the way you have to tilt your head all the way back to even kiss her back.

vamp cait who always calls you both a good girl and a whore when you're flirting with your corset undone and letting her have her way with you on her balcony and in the garden.

vamp cait who met you in 1781 in the the royal vauxhall gardens. the memory alone always had her head filled with an undeniable feeling of passion - from the way you had talked and flirted, touched each other and kissed during that moon lit, desire filled night from over a hundred years ago, it was her most dearest memory she had buried in her cold, unbeating heart, and she was sure it was going to remain as that throughout her eternal years.

vamp cait who's both a very possessive woman and a creature of peril. she could only ever find herself associated with love and carnal around you, despite it going exactly against her natural morals.

vamp cait who likes to kiss you slowly when you have time, holding you close by keeping her hands on your ass or fiddling with the ties and laces of your corset. constantly denies the fact that she moans into your mouth when you lightly scrap your nails against the smooth, porcelain skin of her arms, especially when the only form of light being the moon shining through her window and the street lamps from below.

vamp cait who likes to say that she ruined you after you met her, especially if she's turned you.

vamp cait who loves to fuck with clothes still on, always likes to have you lay pretty on her bed with the skirt of your dress hiked up with your thighs spread for her, or your pants pulled down enough for her to eat you out. (did straps exist in the seventeen and eighteen hundreds?? we can just pretend)

vamp cait who can and will take it from the back. depends on if you're into her being in a sub position with her still in charge gets you going or if you like being in charge of her, she can do both with (almost) no complaints. is sometimes a brat when you're in charge because she's so used to the opposite and you just have to accept it because she loves it when you slap her ass or pinch her nipples in attempt to put her in her place.

vamp cait who bites your skin at any chance she gets, doesn't matter if she's trying to feed from you or not.

vamp cait who gets you a matching ring to hers that protects you from the sun if you're a vampire aswell (totally not taking this from tvd). feel like hers would be a plain silver band with sapphires or pearls? maybe both.

vamp cait who likes when you wear her cape. sometimes she wraps it around the both of you when you're close together to keep you close, pulling you in for a kiss while she does so, sometimes she makes you wear it when you complain that you're cold. it lowkey looks goofy as but it smells like her so it's fine.

modern vamp cait who'd love you like jane does john from mr and mrs smith?? would call you baby and try to kill you at the same time ♡

yes this is very lightly inspired by carmilla. yes this is multiple days late. yes i am experiencing the worst writers block. yes i'm sorry and i hate this

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[mars4hellokitty]

me and vi 🙂‍↕️

this is butchfemme

[abbysreal-wife]

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby hcs

Jealous!Abby who…

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who can’t stands when you wear low cut shirts cause it’s “to revealing” or “you look like you’re begging for a nip slip.”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who hates when other girls looks at you in the grocery store, parties, anywhere.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who stands behind you when you bend over to pick something up in Public.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who’s hands ALWAYS have to be on you at all times to “let people know”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who stares at you from across the room when you hug an old friend.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who begs to go home after a party because to many people are looking at you.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who looks somebody and down when they compliment your outfit cause “they just wanted an excuse to look at you”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who dislikes Ellie because shes always trying to “steal you away”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who watch’s the time like a hawk when you leave out somewhere to go with friends. And if you come back 4 minutes late she’s probably gonna be mad by then and think you were cheating.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who rolls her eyes when a girl name pops up on your phone “who’s that? Why can’t they wait?” “It’s my fucking mom, Abby”

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who gives the meanest side eye when you laugh at Ellie’s bad dad jokes.

ᯓ✦∘˙ Jealous!Abby who would literally sleep on the couch if you say another girls outfit looks nice, because why are you staring at other woman, anyways?

Little notes!!:: this is my first time doing hcs tell me how I did……☺️

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