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greenbuns · 12 days ago

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wrapped & melted | e.w

written by greenbuns

° . Pairings : Ellie Williams × Fem!Reader (you)

° . Contains : gf!ellie, softdom!ellie, cozy morning (kinda aftercare), slight nudity, skin contact, cuddling & snuggling, soft romance, clingy, lovey-dovey, taking a bath together, fluff fluff fluff, full of kisses and ellie is deeply enamoured with you

Rain taps gently against the windowpane, its soft rhythm soothing, almost like a lullaby lingering in the early hours of the morning. Outside, the world is shrouded in a gray hush, the streets damp and glistening beneath the kiss of dawn.

The red‑digit clock on the nightstand blinks; showing that it was six in the morning.

Inside the cozy apartment, the bedroom is cloaked in a dim amber glow from a single candle whose deep‑berry scent perfumes the air—sweet, tangy, and comforting. Clothing lies in disarray across the wooden floor, scattered trophies of last night’s fervent passion; Ellie’s soft flannel shirt draped over the armchair, one sock half‑stuffed into her boot, your own underwear tangled somewhere near the foot of the bed like a silken white flag of surrender.

Beneath a thick, off‑white blanket you are wrapped up together, a knot of limbs and quiet heat. Ellie’s arms encircle your waist as if she never intends to let go. Her head is tucked just below the curve of your breasts, your skin her personal pillow. Her cheek feels pleasantly cool on your warm torso, her breaths gentle puffs of air that graze you and leave goosebumps in their wake.

You drift in a hazy space between dreams and waking until a flutter of kisses brushes your neck—soft, feather‑light, the kind that say I treasure this and I treasure you. The affection woven into every press of Ellie’s lips stirs you more effectively than any alarm. A languid hum slips from your throat as your fingers instinctively slide into her short, tousled hair. She looks up at you, green eyes drowsy but brimming with warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispers, voice hoarse with sleep yet tender enough to melt steel.

Your lips curve sleepily. “Hi," you murmur back, the single word coated in the honeyed haze of early hour intimacy. Ellie props herself on one elbow, brushing a stray lock behind your ear. Her palm settles on your waist, thumb drawing lazy circles that kindle sparks beneath your skin.

“You feel okay, baby?” she asks softly, searching your gaze. “Was I too rough on you?”

Last night rushes back; love, heat, hunger, whispered confessions spoken on shaky breaths. The way your moans and whimpers were the realest form of heavenly sound in her ears, and her green eyes lit like all the bright stars when she saw the entirety of you—raw, tender, and wild.

You swallow, heart swelling until it nudges your ribs.

“More than okay,” you say, cupping her freckled cheek. “I loved every second of it.”

Ellie’s lips lift into a smile so radiant it rivals sunrise. She leans down to kiss you—slow, reverent, savoring. When she finally pulls away you feel as if your soul has been dipped in warm sunlight. “Good,” she murmurs. “Because that sex, it healed me, babe."

You let out a soft chuckle before she continued, "Could practically provide a full fucking health insurance.”

Then you cackled, "Weirdo." And Ellie just gave you the stupid grin you fell in love with.

The candle flickers, casting soft shadows that dance lazily over the ceiling. Rain provides a steady backbeat as you and Ellie lie in each other’s arms, trading unhurried kisses punctuated by little sighs of contentment. She murmured gentle phrases in your ear like "you're so beautiful" and "can't wait to marry you one day" that made your cheeks heated. There is no rush in your world; the outside may be full of schedules and obligations, but here time stretches like liquid caramel.

Ellie snuggles closer, burying her nose against your collarbone. “Let’s stay in bed all day,” she proposes, voice muffled.

“We don’t have to do anything today,” you tease, tracing invisible patterns on the strong line of her shoulder.

“Exactly.” She lifts her head just enough to smirk. “Which means I get to do this.” A playful kiss to your chin, then your jaw, she went lower and doesn't stop until her lips kissed one of your perky nipples. Each press of her mouth is a tiny spark, and together they build a gentle fire in your chest.

Minutes—or maybe hours—slip by in a blur of half‑sleep loops. You drift off, wake to her fingertips twining through yours, drift again. Occasionally you talk in whispers about nothing: the dream she had where a dinosaur tried to steal your coffee, the song repeating in your head, the shape the rainwater makes on the balcony railing. There is intimacy in sharing the mundane; it is a different kind of nakedness, one that bares the heart.

Eventually the candle has melted into a berry‑scented puddle of wax and the rain outside softens to the hush of mist.

♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡ + ♡

The bathroom was warm with steam, the windows fogged up, and the soft sound of water gently sloshing in the tub filled the space. The bubble bath was full, soft foam cresting over the rim, shimmering under the golden bathroom light. The air was heady with the scent of berry and warmth, clinging to your skin like a memory.

Your girlfriend insisted for you both to have a bath together. She claimed so innocently like her expression made of cotton, saying something like "the water crisis is increasing, must start using it wisely to support earth welfare" when what she actually wanted was to see your glistening naked skin pressed against hers.

Ellie stepped into the tub first, letting out a satisfied hum as the hot water wrapped around her sore muscles, the heat soaking into her skin. She settled against the back of the tub with her legs stretched out, arms draped along the edge, her toned frame relaxed, bare, and glistening in the haze.

She looked over at you with that familiar lazy smirk. “C’mere, baby. Water’s perfect.”

You slid in carefully, the heat rising up your spine, making you sigh out loud as it welcomed you in. Without a word, Ellie opened her arms and guided you back into her embrace, pulling you gently to lean against her chest. Her hands found your waist underwater, fingers splaying lovingly across your stomach.

Your back pressed into her front, her chin resting just over your shoulder. The warmth of the water was nothing compared to the warmth of her skin wrapped around yours. Every inch of you softened into her, into the comfort of being held, of being cared for.

“Mmm,” Ellie murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Perfect fit, aren't you?”

You smiled and let your head rest against hers. Her arms curled tighter around you, one hand trailing up to cup your breast under the water, giving it light squeezes, thumb stroking gently. It wasn’t sexual, not really. Not yet.

It was grounding. Intimate. Devotional.

“So pretty,” she whispered into your damp skin, her gaze coming back to you, "Feel good?"

“Like heaven,” you replied, voice low and relaxed. “I never want to move.”

“Take your time, baby," She kissed your shoulder next, slow and soft. “I've got you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as her fingers started drawing little circles along your thigh, the movements slow, hypnotic. Every few moments she’d shift to press a kiss somewhere new—the back of your neck, behind your ear—like she couldn’t get enough of you, like you were something delicate she was learning all over again.

“You smell like berries,” she mumbled, smiling without opening her eyes.

You chuckled softly, felt her breath warm on your ear, “That candle’s really working overtime.”

“Or maybe it’s you,” she teased, turning your face just enough to meet her lips for a kiss.

You kissed her back immediately, the hand on your thigh stilling as she leaned into you, water shifting gently around your bodies. The kiss was slow, deep, unhurried. Her tongue brushed lightly against yours, tasting you like it was the first time all over again. She held you tighter, the water sloshing softly as her knees bent to keep you nestled snug between them.

When the kiss broke, she didn’t pull far—just rested her forehead against the side of your face.

“You’re everything,” she whispered.

Your fingers found hers underwater and laced them together, “Sappy,” You whispered.

Ellie smirked against your skin, “You say that like you wouldn't let me get into your pants every night.”

She earned a little smack.

You turned in her arms just enough to kiss her again—more tender this time, full of quiet gratitude and aching affection. Her hands roamed your back, soothing, loving, like she was anchoring herself to you.

They stayed that way for a long time—just two bodies molded together in heat and silence. Even as the water began to cool, neither of you moved. Ellie shifted only to brush a few bubbles off your shoulder or adjust the way her legs cradled yours. You leaned into her, fully, completely, letting her hold all of you.

“Let’s never leave this tub,” you whispered, only half-joking.

Ellie nuzzled your cheek, her smile audible in her voice. “Deal. But only if I get to wash your hair.”

You laughed, heart full. “That’s your condition?”

“That and maybe.. " She trailed, her lips curled into a smirk, "Making out with you for like... twenty more minutes.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible.”

You melted into laughter, then into another kiss, and another, and then one more that didn’t end for a while. The tub may have cooled, but the heat between you hadn’t gone anywhere.

Wrapped in each other, hearts unguarded, the world outside could’ve vanished—and neither of you would’ve noticed. [•]

I.NEED.ELLIE.FUCKING.WILLIAMS.

end of story.

anyways thanks for all the likes and kind comments pookie!

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deconstructthesoup · 11 months ago

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One thing I absolutely adore about Dead Boy Detectives is the immaculate costume design. Specifically, how it perfectly encapsulates who the characters are, both as a whole and who they are in the moment.

From the very first scene of the show, we know immediately that Edwin is a bookish, somewhat stuffy guy from the Edwardian era who attended a boarding school, and Charles is a punk from the 1980's who's most likely the wildcard between the two of them, just going off of the way that they're dressed. Both of them have distinct color schemes and different styles, but the general shape of their outfits is actually relatively similar---both of them have collared shirts (Edwin's dress shirt, Charles's polo), something over those shirts (Edwin's vest, Charles's suspenders), a jacket of some kind (Edwin's suit jacket, Charles's flannel thing), a longer overcoat (Edwin's traveling coat, Charles's peacoat), something around the neck (Edwin's bowtie, Charles's necklace), slacks, and nice shoes. They're distinct, yet matching, two clearly defined separate characters yet part of a set.

Edwin's prim, proper, buttoned-up personality lends itself to the way he dresses throughout the season---in the first episode, he only dresses down when he's in the office with Charles, aka his safe place and his safe person, and he doesn't really dress down like that again for a good long while after getting stuck in Port Townsend (though, if my memory serves me correctly, he does take off the suit jacket while watching TV with Niko). But in episode six, he's changed up his usual look for a cozier, casual-looking sweater and a little bit of collarbone, and in episode seven... well, he's in his nightclothes, and he's about as open, raw, and vulnerable as you can get. Edwin's color scheme is also predominately blue, which lines up nicely with his logical and practical, yet deeply sad and closed off personality, and the only time he really wears anything other than his normal blue-and-brown outfit (willingly, that is) is when he's in that green sweater in episode six. And, uh... all I can say is that it's quite telling how blue and green---or, well, teal---are the main colors of the gay/mlm flag.

Charles, by contrast, dresses down a lot, and that makes a lot of sense when you consider the fact that unlike Edwin, he feels comfortable pretty much anywhere. On any given episode, he goes from wearing his peacoat to just wearing his flannel to ditching the flannel to not even wearing the freaking polo---though, again, the latter is something that only happens when he's in the office with Edwin. Safe space, safe person. And, well, plenty of people have analyzed Charles's polo shirt going from red to burgundy to black over the course of the series, and there being a little bit of red under the collar of his coat that's only visible when Edwin fixes it, and then it goes back to burgundy, and then it's red again when Edwin's out of Hell... for good reason! It's color symbolism at its finest! Not to mention, the red and black not only perfectly contrasts Edwin's color scheme, but it also lines up with Charles's personality---he's a rebel, he's hotheaded, he's bold and brash and loud... and yes, he's angry, but he's also so, so loving.

When we first meet Crystal after she loses her memories, her outfit choices feel very deliberate. They're stylish and vaguely trendy, they're arty and a little bit witchy---pretty fitting for a psychic who's also a showbiz kid, even if she doesn't know that last part. But all of her clothes appear thrifted, or at the very least vintage, and the patterns and the general vibe all feel natural and comforting. Her makeup's always fairly simple, her hair's either down or up in a couple of cute space buns... overall, this Crystal looks like the kind of person who'd make you tea when you're in a bad mood, who'll listen when you just need to vent, and who may not always know the right thing to say but will understand what you're going through. But when we see her in the flashbacks, her clothing's flashy and prioritizes high-end trends over comfort, she's either got her hair up or has it straightened, and she not only has dramatic makeup, but acrylics. This is a girl who talks shit about you behind your back, who's bitter and cynical and wants everyone to feel the same way, who makes up for the lack of love and stability in her life via material things. It's also worth noting that Crystal's color scheme has a lot of purple, which is a color that connects to wealth and luxury, but also creativity and magic---which, yeah, fits her two conflicting sides pretty damn well.

You cannot talk about Niko Sasaki without talking about her outfits, and the meaning behind each of them has already been talked about at length. However, one thing that really stands out to me is that the reason they're so iconic isn't just because of the monochrome color schemes, but because they're out there. They're weird, they're eclectic, they're a little mismatched in style sometimes, and they're so unapologetically her. Niko wears heart-shaped sunglasses, unironically. Everything about the way she dresses speaks to how, even though she's a recovering shut-in who initially doesn't want to be perceived, she's still very sure of who she is.

Jenny's design, like Charles and Edwin's, is a design that gives you the key information you need the minute she first appears onscreen. The dark makeup, the silver jewelry, the leather apron, and the hairstyle all point to a person who's tough, doesn't take anyone's shit, and has long since given up on caring what other people think---in other words, she's a badass. But the butterfly tattoo hints at a softer side, a side that we see time and time again throughout the series as she shows that she cares about Crystal and Niko, and even the boys... eventually. Also, Jenny's design is perhaps one of the most clearly queer-coded in the series, to the point where her being a confirmed lesbian is pretty much a no-brainer.

Esther's design oozes camp, from top to bottom. The fluffy coat, the bustier, the boots and the cane and the everything, speak to a woman who's kept with the times and yet has seen it all. There's really not a lot I can fully say about her design, other than what Charles has already said: "She looks like a witch... like, kind of a sexy witch, who smokes a lot." (Or maybe I'm just tired and running out of steam at this point, idk, I love Esther's design and I can't really put it into words.) It's also pretty fitting that her color scheme has a lot of yellow in it---after all, she's always striving for more, so what better color for her than the color of gold?

Everything about the Night Nurse's design speaks to a woman who follows rules and discipline above all else, from the pantsuit to the pinned-up hairstyles to the tie to the heels. She's also the most muted out of the main cast in terms of color, dressing mostly in browns, dull greens, and duller browns---and while I don't have a lot to go into detail about there, I feel like that's kind of a symbol of her narrow-minded and bureaucratic worldview.

And the animal characters... Jesus Christ, I fully forget that they're all being played by human actors. Tragic Mick dresses like a man who's always spent his life by the sea, layered denim and all, and it's never a stretch to see this sad, bushy-bearded, baggy-clothed fisherman and imagine him as a walrus lounging on a beach. Monty, at first glance, seems to only wear black, which would be perfectly fitting for a crow, but when he's in better lighting, you see that he dresses in layers of red and blue, calling to how he envies Charles and Edwin and clearly longs for something more---and this might just be me, but I think that even though his outfits seem fairly normal at first glance, they feel kind of like a costume for Monty more than anything else, like he's trying to emulate a teenager that he's seen on TV more than someone in real life.

The Cat King fits this just as well, with all of his outfits aligning perfectly with whatever his cat form is at the time---when he's a fluffy ginger, it's always sequins and fur coats and clothing pieces that are specifically designed to take up space and call attention, and when he's a black shorthair, it's sleek styles and shiny leather and pieces that are designed to cut an intimidating yet more subtle figure. And while I could go into detail about all of those, what really stands out to me is how clearly queer everything is---more than Jenny's alt lesbian attire, more than Esther's campy coat and corset. From the very first scene he's in, he's wearing a skirt, and it looks natural. Nothing about the way the Cat King presents himself is exaggerated, nothing about the way he dresses is played for laughs---he's flamboyant and feminine and flirty, and he looks so fucking hot while he does it. It's gorgeous.

So... yeah, uh, all the awards for the Dead Boy Detectives costume designers!

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives analysis #costume design #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #jenny green #esther finch #the night nurse #tragic mick #monty finch #the cat king

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