#hallway crush! ellie williams

[butterflies2008]

Guys, you don’t understand. I need her SO BAD

[elliezlils11utt]

Sorority girl!reader x dealer!ellie

Summary: your crush Ellie walks in on you reapplying lipstick. Alcohol makes u a bit bold & you’ve been at a party drinking. What could go wrong?

Contents: nsfw !! Dom fem!Reader, reader is a sorority girl, marking kink kinda, oral (e receiving !)

Tw: uh weed mention, smut, reader is buzzed.

proofread?: take a guess (please hmu if you wanna proofread my fics bc I need someone to desperately 🙏🏽)

A/n: this sucks fucking ass, and probably is super inaccurate to how actual frat parters r but that’s irrelevant. PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS.😔

Your arms were thrown up into the air, your hips swaying with the motion of the music. The room was hazy and the lights were flashing while your heart pounded with the base of the song.

One of your frat boy friends (Jesse) invited you to a party his fraternity was hosting this weekend. You and your girlfriends rolled up decked head to toe in glitter & Mini skirts.

“Her dee!” You call into the crowd, hoping your friend Dina could hear you over the loud ass speakers. She seems too busy eating jesses face off next to you. You call her name again and finally grab her attention. “I’m going to fix my makeup!” You scream over the music. Dina seems to buzzed to even understand so she just mumbled Somthing and nods before returning to suck her boyfriends face off. You roll your eyes and giggle a little. You make your way through the crowd bumping into people with sleared apologizes along the way.

You take a swig out of the red solo cup in hand before spotting a familiar face in the corner. It was Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams. Your hallway crush ever since you got into college. She was Dinas friend so you saw her around time to time, you just never got the courage to talk to her. She was the known drug dealer around campus so you curated a plan to speak to her today and maybe get her number. (If you were feeling brave) but your makeup came first. You had sweat it all off due to all the dancing and prancing around. You fumbled around the hall looking for the guest room in the overly huge frat house.

The door swings open and you stumble into the room, heading straight to the full body mirror in the corner of the room you sit directly in front of it. Crossing your legs and pulling your lipstick from inside your pocket. You smear the makeup onto your lips, touching up any spots you had missed. The door flys open again & you turn to see who it was. And lo and behold it was Ellie.

“Oh shit, uh sorry. I didn’t now you were in here” her eyes half lidded were shot red.

“It’s chill! I was actually jus about to go looking for you.”

“Oh really? What’s up?”

You stand up and make your way over to Ellie your eyes locking with hers.

“You’re cute” you mumble just a step away from her.

“Oh am I?” She teases & gets closer to you. Shutting the door behind her.

“Mhm.” You hum, an innocent smile tugging at your mouth.

“You’re not so bad yourself, sorority girl” she says, knowing damn well that you are the most gorgeous thing she’s ever laid eyes on. Her bottom lip is pulled in between her mouth. Her teeth tugging the plump skin that you wished was in your own. The tension builds when you could hear your own heartbeat in your throat. Waiting for her to make the first move.

“Fuck it” she murmured before pulling your lips onto her own. Smudging your lipstick all over her face as your so desperately assaulted her lips. Her hands cupped your cheeks, hungrily pulling you closer to you. A soft moan escapes your lips and into hers. You leave your mark down her neck, smearing your red lipstick throughout her collarbones. Your head lands right in front of her clothed cunt. That’s no good. Her jeans are pulled down to her ankles and your eyes find hers. Looking up at her with those doe eyes of yours. Those “innocent” eyes, face to face with her exposed pussy on display. That auburn bush so pretty for you. You kitten lick her pussy, finding her clit almost instantly. A little whimper escapes Ellie’s mouth. The music from the party just outside blaring through the thin walls. “Quiet baby” you coo before pushing your face into her auburn hair. Her hand finds your head when you tongue fuck into her clenching pussy. she tries to suppress her moans as your tongue works at her cunt. you watch as her head flings back, hitting the door behind her with a thud. you giggle before continuing your assault on her pretty little pussy. her hands tangle in your, once tied up, hair. she grinds against your face, completely covering ur face in her juices.

“fuckkkkk- just like that”

her breath starts to get frantic and uneven. her hand shoots up to her mouth quickly covering her moans as she screams into her palm. your arms wrap around her thighs pulling her onto u while she cums. you smirk into her pussy, drinking up her slick. you pull away, and look into her once auburn bush. um, your lipstick dyed it a deep red. actually everywhere your lips went were stained with your makeup. Ellie’s eyes flutter open, finally coming down from her high. you slide her pants back up after placing a final kiss on her clit. you rise meeting Ellie’s eyes. Her face & neck covered in marks of you. Lipstick smeared over her entire face, courtesy of u of course.

“I’d clean up before heading back out. call me.” you say with a wink before leaving her in the room alone.

A/n: this is so sloppy, I need a proofreader. ughbdjsnbdbPKEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME REQUESTS, I WANNA WRITE BUT ION KNOW WHAT TO WRITEEEE. 😔🙏🏽

[totheblood]

true blue. (one)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie has a new philosophy: don't fall in love and you won't get your heart broken. ellie also has a really cute new friend. ellie admires some birds in this chapter idk if thats significant

warnings: 18+ (as a general rule for this series and my blog as a whole) suggestive themes, eventual smut, drug/alcohol usage, cursing, descriptions of abusive behavior (neither ellie or reader engages in these behaviors)

a/n: i am hoping to make this a series if enough people like it and want me too... i really appreciate support and feedback through asks and replies/reblogs, it all means so much to me. also i have this whole thing planned out and i plan for it to be very messy hehe... i love drama idk

This year was going to be different.

At least that’s what Ellie told herself as she gripped the straps of her worn out backpack. All of the classes her and Cat had planned to take together this semester she had quickly transferred out of by the end of the summer, causing her to rack up an impressive list of classes on her schedule nobody wanted to take. 

“Fuck,” Ellie cursed under her breath as she rushed towards the building her literature seminar was in. “I’m going to be so late.” She was practically cursing herself for waking up so late that morning, her bed seeming much more welcoming than the professor who had 1 star on ‘rate my professors.’ She knew she had fucked up, but at this moment she didn’t really care.

As she made her way down the chestnut lined hallway, she frantically checked the door numbers on each door, cursing each time the door number didn’t align with the one she was supposed to be in. When she did find her classroom at the end of the hallway, she had to steady herself with a few deep breaths before entering. Throughout all of this, however, one thought rang clear through her mind: Fuck Cat.

Ellie never really liked to refer to herself as heartbroken, but that was the nicest way she could put the state that Cat had left her in. Ellie always knew she liked girls and while she had many crushes, and a few kisses, Cat was her first real girlfriend. She was the first person to hold Ellie’s hand in public, post lame birthday posts on Instagram, and the first person to give her an orgasm. But if she was being really honest with herself, her first orgasm belonged to her own hand.

Cat had served as a turning point in Ellie’s life and up until this point she was almost certain  that she had been in love with her. Almost. There was always this sinking feeling that whatever feelings she had for the girl was most likely orchestrated by pure hormones. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was that made her feel that way, but there always seemed to be something missing from their relationship. 

Little to Ellie’s knowledge, however, was that was just who Cat was. She made you feel like you were on top of the world, the only person in the universe who could cure her ills, and the only person who got her. She made you feel special, and at the time, that was exactly what Ellie was craving. She needed a person who looked at her like she aligned the stars, and that person was Cat.

Until it wasn’t. Quickly towards the end of the summer Cat got bored and all of the love notes Ellie had written her were quickly discarded within an hour of reading them. She continued to pull away until there was no trace of her left in Ellie’s life. To make matters worse, she broke up with Ellie over text, leaving her dazed and confused. There was nothing left for her to do except to run to Dina’s house and cry in her lap. She hated how pathetic she looked as Dina stroked her hair and shooed Jeese off with the flick of her hand. It was safe to say Ellie was completely over relationships.

Fuck Cat, she thought again, but decided that it being a thought wasn’t enough.

E: Fuck Cat.

D: yea fuck that bitch

Deciding that the text had done enough to calm her nerves, she pushed through the threshold into the classroom. She must’ve not realized how intimate of a class this was when she signed up for it because as she entered all ten of the people in the room now locked eyes with her, and the old man sitting at the front of the table threw her a disappointed look.

“Ellie Williams, I presume?” he questioned, looking at his roster in front of him.

“You do presume.” She awkwardly answered, only receiving a chuckle from a girl sitting at the far end of the table. Ellie looked up to see who it was that laughed at her poorly timed joke but just saw you trying to hide the smile on your face by pretending to write notes.

“You can sit at any open seat, I was just discussing the syllabus.” He told her, his tone sharp. 

“Okay, thanks.” Ellie mumbled under her breath, moving to sit at the open seat next to you considering you seemed like you might be the friendliest person in this room. She quickly moved to get her notebook out but internally cursed herself out for the fifth time that day because she completely forgot her pencil case in her dorm. She decided to save herself the embarrassment of asking if anyone had a pen, so she just continued to ruffle through her bag even though she knew it wasn’t there.

“You looking for something?” you leaned over to whisper to her, still causing her to jump back slightly.

“Yea, a pen?” She whispered back, laughing under her breath to pretend like she wasn’t completely embarrassed right now.

“Here.” A black pen balanced in between your fingers as you offered it to her. She sheepishly thanked you before taking it, making sure your fingers didn’t touch. 

“There will be one main assignment in this class as you can see on the syllabus.” Ellie, obviously not in her element, looked around at all the packets each person was holding. As if you could sense the nerves on her, you shoved your packet in between the both of you, pointing to the assignment the professor was discussing. 

“It is a partner based project and since there are only ten of you I hope this won’t be an issue.” He continued on. “And as you can see it is worth 60% of your grade.” Fuck this, Ellie thought to herself yet again, and fuck Cat too, she added for good measure.

The rest of the 90 minute class went as well as you could imagine, Ellie only having to stop herself from falling asleep three times. When the class was over and she began to collect her things Ellie looked over to where you were stuffing your laptop into your backpack. 

“Hey,” she managed to get out, her fingers fidgeting with her rings. “Would you want to be partners for the project?” 

You let out a breath of relief smiling both to her and yourself. “I would love that actually.” 

“Ok, good.” Ellie chuckled to herself about how nervous she was over something so small “I thought you might’ve thought I was like super unprepared or something since I was late and the pen.” Her eyes widened the pen. “Oh shit, your pen.” Ellie moved to take her backpack off and give back your pen but you abruptly stopped her by placing your hand on her forearm. Your hand right over the very spot Cat had tattooed. 

“Keep it,” you offered her a genuine smile before handing your phone over to her “and put your number in here.” 

Ellie may not have noticed it but she blushed. A part of her knew you were just being kind and you needed her number to work on the project but if this was any other setting this would be considered flirting. Ellie nervously took your phone in her hand and inserted her number and name with a little planet emoji next to it. When she handed the phone back to you she scanned your face for a reaction, smiling to herself when she saw your very own smile. 

“Ellie,” you looked back up at her “nice name.” All Ellie could do was let the tips of her ears turn red as she thanked you. When you offered her your own name and she repeated it back to you, she liked the way it felt on her tongue. She wondered what you wou- No, she wasn’t doing this again.

“I’ll text you tonight about getting started.” You informed her, now slinging your own bag over your shoulder.

“Looking forward to it.” She stated simply, her own feet planted to the floor.

“I presume you are.” You replied with a giggle before turning around and leaving Ellie feeling fuzzy.

Fuck.

The rest of Ellie’s day was uneventful to say the least. She saw a few birds eating a sandwich and thought it was cute, but besides that (and you), her day was boring. She was hoping that this year would be different, that she would be miles ahead of where she was when she met Cat, but she knew she was just worse. She wanted anything, a rebound, a distraction to pull her mind off Cat but all she could do was stare at her ceiling and try not to cry. Or that’s what she was doing until her phone buzzed from it’s place on her stomach.

Y: hey, it’s me

E: Who's me?

Y: pen dealer, duh

E: I thought dealers were supposed to be more discreet.

Y: you know a lot about dealers?

E: I’ve seen a few movies.

Y: nothing is like the movies, be fr

Y: anyways, do you want to meet up to discuss the project tomorrow? we could meet at beans?

E: Yeah, sure. 10?

Y: sounds good, bring cash

E: For? I use apple pay.

Y: for the pens… it was a joke nvm

E: Dumb joke.

The next morning Ellie had to drag herself out of bed so she wouldn’t be late to meet you. She groaned as she watched her roommate sleeping peacefully in her bed while she so desperately wished it could be her. For some reason that she couldn’t place, Ellie found herself smoothing down her hair and checking her teeth in the mirror. She even sprayed some perfume before she left, coughing as she accidentally inhaled some of the liquid. Why was she doing this again?

She saw you through the window of the coffee shop, leaned over your computer screen lost in thought. You tucked your pen between your lips and Ellie couldn’t help but feel like a freak staring at you from the other side. You looked so at peace with your hair tied up and your eyes carefully scanning the screen. Ellie wondered what it would feel like to not have a million things going through your mind at once. 

When she approached you she made a mental note of how your eyes lit up when you saw her. You had known her for a second and you had already looked at her with more adoration that Cat did towards the end of their relationship. 

“Hey, customer.” You joked, as you watched Ellie sit down across from you. 

“You don’t know how to let a joke die, do you?” She questioned jokingly, a warm feeling in both her face and her chest.

“I do not.” You said matter of factly.

The two of you discussed the project, throwing in occasional conversation and jokes when the material got too daunting. After about an hour had passed and the two of you were already feeling burnt out, Ellie suggested you take a walk around campus to “get some fresh air” and “clear your heads.” In reality, she was already growing tired of this project and just wanted to hear your voice ramble on about something other than American Literature.

It was a cool day, and the slight breeze caused both you and Ellie to squint the entire time. There was something so calm about the energy between the two of you. It wasn’t passionate or overwhelming like it was with Cat, but comforting. It was lulling Ellie into a sense of security, but she knew it couldn’t last long. 

“Where are you from?” Ellie spoke up. “Did you grow up around here?”

“Close-ish, I guess.” You answered. “I’m from a town north called Star Valley.” 

“Oh shit, you’re right by Jackson.” Ellie exclaimed. 

“Yea, you’re from Jackson?” The idea that you too lived this close and this was your first time meeting almost seemed criminal to Ellie.

“Yeah, me and my friends grew up there. I’m originally from Boston, though, I moved there with my..” You gave her time to speak, it being painfully obvious she was going to have trouble explaining the situation. “Like my dad? He’s not really my dad, he’s just Joel.” She decided to dumb down her complicated relationship with him for the sake of time. You, however, did not try to get any information out of her, or immediately try to get her to be vulnerable with her like Cat did at the beginning of the relationship. You just smiled at her and continued on with the conversation. 

Ellie liked this. She liked being able to have a conversation with a pretty girl that didn’t make her feel like she was tearing herself open just to bond with you. You two were just bonding in the simplest way people could. The sick and sinister part of her, however, was telling her to leave immediately. To avoid the trouble that another heartbreak would bring her. 

That part of her was starting to win over slowly as she remembered the promise she made to herself. She quickly excused herself and told you she would text you about meeting up again to work on the project. Her brain was telling her run, run, run, but she could tell you were still standing there staring as she walked away towards the direction of her building. 

Later that night, after a cool shower and a few hits of her pen, Ellie found herself ranting to Dina over text again.

E: I’m so fucked.

D: what???

E: I’m working with this really hot girl on a project for one of my classes and today we were walking together and it all seemed normal, like toooo normal, so I left. Like I no joke was like “Bye” mid conversation and LEFT HER THERE. What is wrong with me?

D: what happened to ‘i’m never talking to another girl again’?

E: I’m not.

D: …

E: I’M NOT.

E: IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER SHE PROBABLY THINKS I’M A FREAK FOR RUNNING AWAY TODAY

D: true

E: ?????

D: idk why you would do that so i’m not going to lie to you

D: i would think you are a freak

E: Ok, fuck you.

D: what does she look like?

E: Hot. 

D: oh yes thank you for painting such a vivid picture

D: SEND A PICTURE YOU FREAK

E: You are so mean to me.

Ellie felt the need for validation so she did what any normal person would in that situation: she went to instagram and typed in your full name. To her surprise, there you were, smiling as bright as the sun in your profile picture. Ellie suddenly felt like a kid again scanning through your photos, blushing and smiling to herself as she looked at you, losing focus of her original motive. She didn’t realize how far she had scrolled down until she was stopped by the sight of a familiar face. In a post dated over a year ago it was you kissing another girl. 

And that girl was Cat.

[insanermin]

oh god, can you make my heart stop?

pairing: college!au ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, uh soft ellie? lowkey nsfw, not really proof read sorry

word count: 1,8k

summary: ellie isn't a huge party fan but ever since you failed your only mutual class she hoped to see you again, and she does. or; ellie is lowkey awkward but you make out in the middle of a kitchen during a house party.

another friday night, another four walls you're not familiar with. ever since you failed this one class, you've been escalating a bit and suddenly you find yourself at every house party there is, but this is just temporary, to 'calm down'.

and for once, the music roaring from the speakers is actually good. although, when did it get so full? earlier, you could comfortably navigate your way through the living room all the way to the hallway, but all you see is bodies and red cups at this point.

so, the genius idea that the kitchen must be a little emptier comes to your mind.

you make your way to the kitchen, squeezing yourself through all the sweaty bodies until you can finally make out a room that looks like a kitchen.

relieved, you lean against the kitchen island.

"guys what the fuck, i'm not your barkeeper, i've been making drinks for 15 minutes now," a voice emerges from right behind you, how can someone speak so loudly over the booming speakers? you turn around, and,

oh.

that is ellie williams. the ellie williams you had literature with, which you failed horrendously. but it's too late to turn around now, she recognises you and a smile creeps up on her face.

"oh? i know you! haven't seen you in a while!" she yells, waving with the red cup in her hand. shit shit shit, not only did you fail the class, ellie knows too, and the worst: you will never see her again. you won't lie, yes, maybe you did have a crush on her but please, who didn't? it's not that big of a deal. and she probably knows that too. well, now you do care. what if she knows that you actually have been watching her this whole—

"hey? ignoring me? that's a little harsh," ellie shouts, her eyebrows rising in disappointment. why does she look so good? maybe you've had too much to drink, but you can't help but observe her.

white, unbuttoned shirt, black tank top.

sleeves rolled up, the tattoo on her right forearm on full sight. her hands are so veiny and big, you're relieved that no one can read your mind.

"no, sorry, just bummed about failing class, you know," you chuckle in self pity. damn, this is depressing.

"can't hear you, come here," she yells, her eyes squinting in order to hear you better, interesting. wait, did she just ask you to come closer? no, you can't, you probably smell like alcohol, you're super sweaty and why is the overhead light on? you will look so unflattering and—

ellie's standing right in front of you. now this was unexpected, you want to take a step back, but you're already leaned against the island. dead end, pretty much. you didn't expect her to be the same height as you, which makes you chuckle.

"laughing at me too now, huh?" you can hear her clearly now, all you can focus on is the way her lips move while she speaks.

"sorry, think i had too much, but how is, uh, uni treating you? doing well?" you ask, never have you ever thought so hard about what to ask during small talk. you see ellie's shoulders shaking, she's laughing. what's so funny? you pout, then realise you're standing in front of ellie williams, that probably looked really silly.

"okay, i see. small talk it is then," she chuckles, her head slightly tilted to the right, studying your face.

"what do you mean?" you ask, because quite frankly, what does she mean? small talk then? what kind of answer is that?

"don't mind me, i'm just the barkeeper," ellie says. god, she's awkward.

in your imagination, she was more cocky but now you can't decide if imagination or reality is better.

but what you don't know is, that ellie has been watching you the same way you've been watching her. the first time you entered class, ellie couldn't take her eyes off of you. you were totally her type and to her luck, you decided to sit right in front of her. she couldn't even concentrate, all she did was observe the nape of your neck and your side profile, well to specific your soft, plump lips. it was disheartening to hear that you failed class and that she wouldn't see you again, so unlike her usual self, ellie decided to go to a house party and forget about you. but here you are and you look way too good for her not to try and shoot her shot.

"can i make you a drink?" she asks, but all you see are her veiny hands.

"i thought you hated playing barkeeper?" you shoot back, is ellie flirting with you? you're confused, however you're liking where this is going.

"for a pretty woman like you, i don't mind," ellie chuckles while her hand briefly brushes against yours. you raise your eyebrow in suspicion, but ellie shakes her head, she'd never put something disgusting in your drink, not yet. ellie makes her way back to her friends, earning dirty looks from them.

"you suck, i'm losing millions of bets because of you," one of them says, but ellie returns only a smile. she finds some vodka and ginger beer, but moscow mule sucks without lime juice. you watch her open the cabinets, looking for something, her arms reaching for the top. they are really toned, you never noticed before. finally, she stops and you watch her hold something round and green in her hands. she cuts it in half, a lime you assume, you have perfect view on whatever she's doing. inappropriate isn't enough to describe what you're thinking and feeling while watching ellie squeeze the juice out of the lime, her fingers entangled in hot mess.

your whole body follows her as she comes back to you, your chest facing her again. ellie holds the cup up to her face, with her index finger on the rim of the cup.

"i spilled some lime juice right here," she taps her finger against the cup while she grins in anticipation. you cross your arms, tilt your head and raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"well, both of my hands are full—" she places her right hand on your left arm, her thumb stroking you gently.

"and you could help me out," ellie continues, her eyes fixated on your lips. suddenly, everything starts to spin around you, you feel the bass through your whole body, you see ellie's chest move up and down, her breath slowing down, slow and steady. anything you do now is a consequence of you drinking too much, you tell yourself. your right hand reaches out for her sleeve, you pull yourself closer to the raised cup, there where ellie's sticky finger rests. she looks you up and down and her gaze is so intense, you can feel your lower body throbbing. realising that makes you blush, you want to look away but you suddenly feel one of ellie's big, rough hand run your body down, leaving goosebumps everywhere. not once did she look away, her eyes still fixated on you, watching your every move. her hand stops right above your hip, pulling you closer. you look back up, move your head closer to the cup that hides ellie's neck, until you're lips are close enough to touch her fingers.

"return the favor?" ellie whispers, her grip tightening around your hips. you gently press your lips against her finger and use a little bit of your tongue, making sure it's completely clean, of course.

"tastes good, lime juice," you chuckle while you lick the lime juice mixed with saliva on your lips. watching you lick her fingers, then your own lips, ellie can't hold back anymore. she wants to know what it feels like to be kissing you, what you taste like. holding you close to her isn't enough anymore, her thoughts run wild. what does your skin feel like? how many clothes does she need to take off to get on your skin? you observe her put the cup on the counter and feel her hand leave your body as she runs it through her hair. you're surprised that you're disappointed that her hand isn't on you anymore, but before that disappointment could settle in, you feel both of them on your waist, pulling you closer than ever.

"if it's good, mind letting me have a taste?" you're even more astonished to see ellie's face turn a bright shade of red, you expected her to be a natural flirt, but she is much cuter this way. with your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, you could swear that heaven must feel just like this very moment. you nod and can't believe she waited for you to give consent, god, she is just adorable. her hands move up to your neck, cupping your face gently, the last thing you see is her smiling before you get a taste of her wet lips. ever since ellie saw you she couldn't stop fantasising about kissing you, she'd wanted your lips on hers for months and she makes sure you feel it.

your heart skips a beat or two, breath shortening, your hands suddenly in her hair. god this is messy. all you can feel is her body grinding up against yours as the bass roars from the speakers and pounds right through you. she slips her tongue in while you breathe in her intoxicating scent. burying your fingers in her hair isn't enough, you need more, and all of a sudden, ellie pushes her pelvis against yours, you inhale sharply. your lips were separated only for a few moments before she pulls you close again, devouring you. never has anyone kissed you as hungry and sloppy as she did and you felt so incredibly weak. and ellie realises that it's too late to stop, she doesn't want to, she wants her hands all over you, she wants you all to herself. She tugs your bottom lip in between hers and grins.

pounding bass, pounding heart, pounding pulse. her lips trail down to your neck, she breathes hot air on you. you roll your eyes back, biting down all sorts of noises you'd love to make at the touch of her lips. rough hands, she gently holds you by your hair and pulls your head to the side. chest to chest, you feel each other's palpitating heart while the throbbing in between your legs has made itself apparent. ellie glances down, there where you need her the most and she chuckles. You shoot her a glare; apologetic eyes return as an answer.

"you wanna take this like, somewhere else?" ellie whispers, her wet lips brushing against your ear. god, she's such a tease. you nod and she plants one more kiss on your lips, takes your hand and leads you through the crowded rooms, dancing bodies brushing against yours, but none of them feel like ellie's. her touch has left you lingering for more and ellie can't wait much longer to have her hands on you again.

a/n: wrote this omw to uni bc there's this one class that has mandatory attendance and i missed twice already,,, third time's not a charm. also this is inspired by 'bellakeo' peso pluma.

[elliesstrapon]

✧.* After All ༊*·˚

.*:✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.

♪ Pairings: Ellie x Fem reader

♪ Summary: You're a 12th grade cheerleader closeted lesbian hard core crushing on Ellie who's into ceramics, you finally work up the courage to talk to her.

Warnings: 12th grade AU, fem cheerleader reader, Ceramics Ellie, masterbation, heated make out, swearing

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Her soft hair, in contrast with her cold, bright green eyes, her freckles that you counted like stars, her long finger tips, her tattoos.. It's all you ever thought about. Ellie Williams is the only person you thought about.

Walking out of your second period class, just to see her stroll past you in the hallway, it always shattered your will to live. The way she stared dead into your eyes, as you watched her walk by, watching her turn her head back twice to look at you, the way she walked with her hands resting in her pockets, your heart was collapsing in on itself.

Every single sound you'd managed to tune out, to focus on her steady, cool footsteps in comparison to your clumsy, uncoordinated ones. Her eye lashes that fluttered, you were bewitched by her existence, and admitingly, it was ruining you.

"Y/n?!" One of your girls called, snapping you out of your daydream who'd just walked by you "huh?" You gasped. "What was that?!" She asked, furrowing her brows at you. "What? What was what?" You said. "Don't play dumb, that!" The shorter girl frowned. "You were walking so slow everyone gave us shit for it. Were you not listening?"

"oh" you replied, "whatever" she rolled her eyes. "Let's just go before we're late to class again."

"Seriously, what am I? Your mother?" she mumbled under her breath, grabbing your arm to pull you along at her speed. You knew she didn't mean it in any condescending way, in all honesty you knew she was just worried about you. You'd been coming across the same fantasy in the same hallway since nearing the end of 10th grade, and every time you'd gotten so deeply lost in it. You would have forgotten your own name if your bestfriend wasn't always snapping you out of it.

The walk to your class was short and uneventful, the hallways clearing before the bells even rang. You entered the classroom, deprived of most students, you greeted the teacher before taking your seat nearly by the desks in the center of the classroom. Eager for the time to go by so you'd finally get to your cheer practice. You sat playing with your pen, bored, the girl who'd once been annoyed by you now talking your ear off. And for then you thought your ears would've started bleeding. Until she walked in.

The same girl you stalked on Instagram constantly, who you'd known her life in and out; yet still couldn't talk to her; Ellie Williams. Your head followed as you watched her sit diagonally behind from you. Your gaze shifting as soon as she sat to face the front, at this point you hadn't heard anything the talkative girl had said within the last 15 minutes, all you knew, and saw was Ellie's eyes focusing on her sketches, the veins on her hands changing forms ever so gently as she scratched at the sheet of paper with her pencil. It was like you were put under a spell whenever she was around, so enchanted by her demeanor when she sat there, unaware of your existence, or aware and just didn't give two shits, none of them much better than the other. But you couldn't help but stare longingly. The Bell finally rang and the last few people entered the classroom, and your bestfriend scoffing, causing you to look away.

The rest of the class, you and the girl you spent most of your days with talked, ‘completing’ work and laughing absentmindedly as if nothing had happened the previous hour ago.

But every 5 minutes you'd shoot short and hidden glances, just to find her glances returned every single time, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach began pick up, to swarm, like a hurricane, at this point, your work hadn't been... nearly as neat or as complete as you would've wanted it to, or atleast what would've been if Ellie wasn't constantly catching your glances in the palm of her hand just like that. You'd noticed your bestfriend tuning out, intensely looking out the window; Football practice. When it came down to it, none of you could really complain about the unfinished work, clearly you were both pining over two people who didn't give two shits about either of you. And in your book, you both agreed to let it go.

When class came to an end, you along with your bestfriend quickly made your way to the field, every girl dressed in bright pink attire and poofy nice bows, short-skirts, if you were being completely honest, it might've been one of the only reasons you ever started cheerleading.

"Y/n!" The members of your team called, swarming you so fast you'd hadn't even seen half their faces. "Hiyya!" You smiled, exchanging hugs that were quick and sweet with eachother. As the time went by, joking around, the coach had arrived, speaker in hand. "Places!" She shouted. You hurriedly took your spot at the front of the team, your bestfriend closely to the side of you and the other girls placed at random.

The upbeat song started playing, your hips swayed, the girls danced, your pom-poms merely just an extension of your body. This was your happy place, the music, your friends, the girls, the dancing. Your feet were coordinated, you knew what you were doing for once, you didn't need to worry. The short song came to an end, your coach giving constructive criticism to the girls who'd needed, and all listened, and you went again, the people on the bleachers in their world, and you in your own. You continued to follow the consistent beats, your 4th try coming to and end.

"Alright girls, again!" The blonde shouted once more. "God, you'd think we were the ones going up against the opposing foot ball team" your bestfriend whispered to you. "Yeah" you said uneasily, watching a girl walk onto the bleachers, her short hair blowing, and her eyes squinting at the sun. You hadn't realized it was Ellie until she had turned to look down at you, you jumping out of your skin when you made eye contact. Her hooded eyes and sweet looking lips had you melting, losing your sanity, you backed up, missing the beat of the song, you bumped into one of the girls, lost in her eyes, her constellation cheeks.

You were dizzy, watching her laugh at your fail, her smile pure gold, your cheeks went red, not having heard anything your coach said. The girl you'd bumped into grabbed onto your arms from behind you, giving you a gentle and reassuring shake. "You okay?" She whispered. Ellie was still watching you, the small smile still plastered across her face still not having left. "Uh, no yeah— sorry, zoned out" you apologized, her gaze not leaving yours. You watched as her eyes followed your every move.

You needed to calm down. You apologized again, asking for permission to leave for the bathroom, in which, you did. You rapidly walked to the girls room, frantically trying to get her smile out of your mind. The restroom was empty, you sat down on the floor, your pom-poms on the left side of you. You felt the beads of sweat forming at your skin, every inch of your body at the point where if you could; you'd have dislocated everyone single one of them.

The cold floor had cooled you down, no matter how gross and disgusting it was, you needed it. You listened as the bell rang for the next period.

"Hey" called a blunt voice, you looked over to see the smile of the girl you were having a melt down over. Your heart caught in your throat. Not knowing what to say. You averted your gaze, forcing the stuck saliva to go down your throat. "Uhm.. Hi" You blurted out. "That was funny" she grinned, "out there" she chuckled again, the butterflies that never really left returning to haunt you. "Uh yeah— you caught me off gaurd" you gently smiled at her, finally getting a good look at her face, all the different things, your favorite things about her, you could've written a list on everything you liked about her, but that would've been everything. "How so?" She laughed. You felt like your life had just fallen apart. Knowing you were talking to the girl who you'd never spoken too, who you were so madly in love with. She squatted down to your current eye level patiently waiting on your long awaited response. "Uh, I... Don't know." You laughed nervously, her eyes never leaving yours. "If you say so" she smiled, standing back up. "Did you follow me here?" You raised a brow, curiously. "What makes you think that?" She remarked. "It just so happens that after I embarrass myself infront of you, you follow me here" you mumble. "Nah" she smiled, "just had to take a piss" she chuckled, walking towards one of the stalls. "You good though?" She turned back around briefly, concern laced within her tone. "No, Yeah, I'm good" you smiled. Apart of you sad she hadn't come for you. "Good to hear" she flashed you another one of her kiss worthy smiles before officially entering and locking her stall. You stood up, leaving the bathroom in unease. Your heart pounding and your head a mess. Every one of her actions on repeat. Her voice playing over and over. She was so flawlessly careless, and yet you could barely find words to communicate to her.

School ended not long after. You drove home with your bestfriend, you thanked her as you exited the car, giving her a quick kiss to the cheek and a "love you!!" Waving her goodbye, you walked to your door, you took out your keys hearing her honk the horn as a final goodbye, and you unlocked your door.

The house was empty, like always, you tossed your back to the side, groaning at the rollercoaster ride of a day. You rushed to your room, changing out of your pink cheer uniform, into a lazy silk house coat.

You layed down on your unmade bed, sighing, the stress leaving your body as you could finally relax. You scrolled through instagram, all the girls you'd followed popping up, all so pretty, full lips, strong arms, and toned stomachs. You scrolled for a bit longer before coming across a page.

Ellies page. You bit your lip, tapping on the side profile in her profile picture. Her following well over a thousand, and the amount of videos of just her filling the screen, you pressed on the most recent one, where she sat in the ceramics room you'd recognized from school, her sweat pants messy and fingers so skilled. She looked at the camera every few minutes, the piece she was making taking form every time she moved her slender hands. Your heart stopped, thinking of what'd it'd be like if it was you instead of the piece. The butterflies swarming once more in your lower abdomen, and the space between your thighs heating up, your hands slid down between your legs. Rubbing ever so gently at your throbbing clit, your mind replacing your fingers with Ellie's. Your breaths uneven and irregular, your legs began to shake, until you felt the buzz come from your phone. The red heart bright on the screen; you'd liked Ellie's posts. Your heart dropped, shock washing over the pleasure. You quickly unliked, getting off her page, your breath still rapid, you pressed on your notifications. Her account requesting to follow you, you gasped. "Shit" you closed your eyes, you accepted the follow request, following her back, soon after her name popping up on your screen. She'd sent you a message.

"Hey" reading with the same voice she'd used today. You responded a simple hi. The conversation began, a smile across your face when she responded, when she reacted to your messages, she'd had you hooked. Every text she sent, every photo she liked, you were obsessed, you were obsessed with her smile, her eyes, her tattoos, her laugh, her raspy concerned voice. You'd completely lost your mind by now, the photos she sent of her hands after her ceramics session, the close ups of her eye, and the pictures she'd taken when she thought something was beautiful. In three hours you'd learnt about her friends, her plans for college, her future, you'd saved every photo of herself she sent to you. And night had fallen far quicker than you thought.

11:30 rolled around when you texted her goodnight, "goodnight" a heart emoji beside she texted, and your own skipping a beat, you closed your phone, forcing the thoughts out of your mind and prayed you'd fall asleep fast.

The next to weeks had flown by, the conversations going from 7:30 to 12:00, it was never ending and you felt yourself falling more and more deeply in love with her. For everytime she texted, was another thought across your mind wanting to ask her to hang out, you were stuck, you didn't want to seem crazy. And yet you were yearning for the adrenaline rush, to see if this was your chance. In your last period of the day, you'd texted her, almost absent mindidly, asking her to go for a walk with you, maybe get some food. To which she agreed, you watched the time tick away slowly, taunting you every minute, yet saving you, your heart beat increased with the seconds. You were counting the minutes away from when you'd walk into the room filled with works and ceramics. You thought back on what to say, what you would do when you saw her. Thinking about it drawing you away from the time you'd been counting; the end of class upon you. The bell rang and the room she was always in at the end of the day was calling you.

"You need a ride home?" Your best friend followed you to your locker as you pulled out your thin cardigan in your favourite color. "I think I'll be okay" you smiled as you watched her walk away. You now on your way to the Ceramics room Ellie was in, each step heavier and more hesitant. The door way half open, you heard faint music from the very room she was in, you followed the sound to the door, peaking in through the crack. There she sat, her breaths steady and her face irregular, calm, her fingers still as skilled from when you'd first saw the video she posted, you watched as a loose strand of hair fell from behind her ear. Her tattoo was stained, her bracelets tangled, you had taken in every detail, the distant sun illuminating the room enough to make her seem like just another angel like shadow, her hair bright.

"Are you spying on me?" She joked, smirking at how long you'd been standing in the door way admiring her. "No, I'm just.. really into ceramics" you lied, flashing her a cheeky smile. "Really? You've thrown before?" Her voice was soft, you turned to look at the pieces at the corner of the room "no" you shifted your stance. "C'mere, I'll teach you" she opened her legs signalling you to come sit between them. Your heart skipped a beat as you sat, her arm just above your hip and the other ones hand guiding yours, showing you how you'd shape everything, "so here, you'd just..." she spoke, her fingers above yours demonstrating, soon you getting the hang of it. Her arms now only resting on your waist and her breath tickling your neck. The sounds of satisfaction coming from her mouth when you did as asked.

You felt her smile against your skin, soon the silence was the only thing filling the room. Your heart pounded begging for a way out of your chest, the way she'd left her arms around you watching you take interest in her hobbies, it was too much. If it were up to you, you would've been calling her yours already, instead of hopelessly letting her ruin your ability to think.

You turned your head to look at her, glancing down at her chapped lips who'd already been smiling at you, sending you over the edge, you cupped her face, dirtying her with the wetness from the clay, you pulled away just as quickly. "Fuck, I'm sorry" you apologized, staring at the paintings on the wall. Her hands suddenly gripped your hips harder, pulling you in for another soft kiss, passionately licking your lips for entrance, you hummed into the kiss, "why didn't you tell me?" She whispered kissing the area around your lips, "scared" you croaked out, her smile against your lips when you wrapped your arms around her neck, her dried clay hands grabbed onto your ass cheek from under your skirt, lifting you up to pin you to the nearest wall ever, squeezing it as she did, you moaned into the lip to lip contact, her warm breath intoxicating you, you found her knee between your legs rubbing at your hot and throbbing pussy, having you struggling to kiss her back, you felt your legs giving out under you, the only thing keeping you up being her knee and the hand caressing your plush and soft ass cheek that she adored all too much. You whimpered quietly between every soft kiss she left across your skin, the wetness being traced down your neck like due drops. Her hand played with your inner thigh, whispering how warm you were down there for her.

"Fuck" you breathed, "do you know how long I've been in love with you?" You whispered, playing with her hair as she focused on mole on your neck. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to finally make a move?" She smirked into your skin going back up to your face to kiss the light freckles across your cheeks. "Really?" You smiled softly as she kissed your forehead next. "Yes really. First day of school" she pulled away, looking you in the eyes, her eyes filled with honesty and desire. "I've been so obsessed with you everyday since the end of 10th grade" your cheeks glowed red up until your ears, "Soo... wha'now?" The green eyed girl looked at you adoringly, her arms still holding strongly onto your hips. "Would You maybe wanna go out?" You asked shyly, her lips just inches away from yours.

"Id like to make that work" she smiled, placing a last kiss on your lips.

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[missladyhope]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ℰ𝓁𝓁𝒾ℯ 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓍 ℱℯ𝓂.ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝟏

(𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞)

Why...

Why from every person in this planet Y/n L/n needed to fall in love with her

Ellie Williams.

Ellie Fucking Williams.

The player of the school, who fucked every girl she saw, who didn't give two shits about people or they're feelings, who was an absolute cunt.

But then why...

Why did she had to be so pretty, so beautiful that every night you would lay in bed and look at the ceiling and think of her pretty face and how lovely it would be to kiss her pretty plump lips...

oh how beautiful love is..but how cruel can it be...

But why would someone like her, ever look at you the way you look at her...

You were just a girl who loved reading till dawn, all alone, someone who cared so much about her grades that didn't even had one person to talk too...someone who was too far too gone on their own head that the only thought of begin alone for the rest of their life was making them go crazy...

But here you are now..

In class, paying attention to what the teacher was explaining, even tho you were only person who was really paying attention, the pretty girl that nobody dared to talk too because they were intimidated by her...like she was judging every move they were making.

But there was another person paying attention, the only problem was that this certain person wasn't paying any mind to the teacher explaing how ancient Romans used to torture people, no...she was looking at the pretty girl beside the window, the smart girl that was the only one that actually had an instrested look on her face during the whole lesson.

The girl that would make her heart skip a beat every time she glanced at her...

She knew you could never be with her..

She knew you were much better then her and deserved someone who could do so much more then what ellie could give you.

But even tho she knew all of this she couldn't stop her self from begin a little selfish, and the mere though that someone other than her could lay they're filthy hands on your beautiful body would drive her mad.

DING DONG!

The sound of the bell woke her from her day dream, she noticed people getting up from their seats and her eyes landed immediately on the shy girl once again as she watched her frame exit the door.

Ellie sighed as she grabbed her bag, and as the other students she got up and exited the plain classroom.

The brunette girl was walking around the hallways, people started to notice how strange she was behaving in the past few weeks...oh if only they knew....that the so called ''player of the school'' actually had fallen in love with someone that she could never have.

The girl was far too gone on her head, her mind racing with thoughs that she didn't even notice that she bumbed into someone, that motion woke her from her day dreams and made her look up to the individual that she slam into...

The moment she realized...

Oh the moment she realize....

That the girl that has been driving her nuts for the past few weeks was the girl she had eyes on.

Hey eyes widen like a fawn that was about to be hit by a car in the middle of the streets, she was experecing too many emotions in that moment that she didn't even realize that the love of her life spoke to her...

''Oh sorry, i didn't mean to bump into you, but it's quite dificult walking around these crowded halls..'' the girl chuckled awkwardly since bumping in her crush wasn't part of her schedule for the day.

''Oh yeah they're something else...haha,,,and the fault is mine, i wasn't looking where i was going'' Ellie chuckled lightly scratching the back of her neck still not beliving that her crush was talking to her.

They both stared at each other for a bit before Y/n broke the awkward silence.

''I better go now'' she said, her cheeks tinted with a soft pinkish color.

''Oh yeah of course...uhm...Bye...'' The green eyed girl said waving at her crush, while she was already out of sight, she immediatly cringed at how awkward she was.

The day ended and the 2 didn't saw each other for the rest of the school day. Their hearts were aching for more of the other, that night neither of them could sleep, their head and hearts only wanting one thing...each other...

[lesbianslvt666]

Hogwarts!AU

Astronomy!professor!Ellie x Dark arts! Professor f!reader

Acquaintances to friends to enemies to lovers?

MINORS DNI OR ILL BLOCK YOU!

content warning: mentions of bad spells lol you see around the end.

Slytherin reader lol, Ellie keeping secrets from you so you use your sexiness to get her to spill (both down her pants and information)

smut (very bad lol,, i am still shit at writing it) fingering (both Ellie and reader), almost pussy eating (E! receiving), switch Ellie and reader, small choking play (E! receiving), marking (E! receiving), hickeys (E! receiving), nibbles (E! receiving), neediness I guess, none of you cum at the end lol (spoiler I guess) idk what else :))

Your tight curls trapped in a scarf. You didn’t had no time or interest to get all dolled up for your first class, seven am, after, of course staying until 2 am talking senselessly with Ellie.

When you woke up Ellie was still sound asleep, her messy shaggy hair sticking to her face, making a mental note while you changed and got ready for your day, to braid her hair at night.

Entering the classroom gave the weirdest memories back to you. like no time had gone by, the classroom looked exactly the same.

The class was Gryffindor's and Slytherins, your own house arrival was earlier than the Gryffindor's, "one point to the Slytherins" you said as a joke, earning a few chuckles from the students.

The class was interesting to say the least, clouded with questions ranging from getting to know you to what had happened to the last professor. Your answers of course staying appropriate as possible and dismissing the ones relating to your predecessor.

Breakfast arrived fast after the lesson, dismissing the class was easy of course. However getting to the great hall with the clouded hallways proved to be a problem, trying to avoid the mass of students, circling through corridors until you couldn’t recognize where you were or where to turn.

Before you could freak out, you heard two muffled voices. your name being the only words you could recognize, walking in your tippy toes so the people talking couldn't hear you. You arrived as nearby as you could to the sound.

"what I am trying to tell you Ellie! is that I don’t know… if it’s a wise idea for her to know…" Minerva's voice sounded weary, shaky.

"Minerva, she is a strong girl, she can take the news" a short  pause clouded after Ellie spoke. "I actually think telling her is more clever, she has to know what danger could be coming so she can be ready"

Ellie voice sounded smaller, like scared a student might hear.

"no Williams!, the headmaster was very clear about not letting her know, she knows there is a threat and that is enough for her to take care when it- IF IT comes." her voice was an ultimatum, the clack of her shoes sounded harsh on the ground.

However, you didn’t heard a second pair walking- "I know you are there, come forward."

You, as if a child being discovered doing something you shouldn’t have, came to her line of view, her eyes opening wide and your name leaving her mouth like a hiccup driven by surprised, "I thought it was a student, what are you doing here!?" her steps approaching you.

A low chuckle leave your lips when you realized how childish the whole thing was. "well… I got lost…" your tongue emphasising the s and t sound.

She let out an amuse laugh. "just like old times angel?" her eyes opened as soon as the pet name left her lips, your own face becoming red, you had fought monsters, dragons, men. But Ellie calling you angel truly made you weak.

Changing completely the subject, Ellie guided you to the great hall, asking you questions about you class. You quickly realized Ellie had a thing for you. The night before accidentally confessing she had a crush on you when you were friends with Dina and today calling you pet names.

You guessed the best way to know the secrets Minerva and the head master didn’t wanted you to know was… maybe, getting to Ellies "good" side, and even getting a bit more of other things?

When night embodied the sky, Ellie took off to her classroom, doing her stuff while you ran around the dorm sharpening your plan, how to make Ellie fall for you, how to get her to tell you everything…

12:00 am

The clock beside you turn as soon as Ellie entered the room, her body and face tired. "I didn’t knew astronomy was so exhausting" she jumped slightly at your voice, giving away the fact that she thought you were sound asleep. "I mean… mentally it is, but today… umm…" she sat down on a corner of her bed, taking her shoes off and moving her head around, trying to relive some pain off her shoulders. You sneakered behind her, not getting in the bed just yet

"I had to- umm, I had to fix a few things before class…"her voice just above a whisper, her head lost in a sea of wondering thoughts, her sight far away from the room.

Her hands travelled to her cloak now, trying to get it off, however, she was met with your hands upon hers, while you tried to take a seat behind her, trapping her between your legs and your chest pressed to her back. Her body stiffened, trying too hard not to explode right there. "let me help you then… just relax" your hands stripping her shoulders off the cloak and massaging the tension off them.

Your touch felt so good, the pressure on her chest subsiding, her thoughts fixated on you, your scent lingering and embracing her and your warmth relaxing every bit of coldness and bitterness.

A groan scaped her lips without her notice and her head fell to your right shoulder, exposing her beautiful neck to you, calling you, your lips almost giving in to kiss her, so easy for you to reach…

With your free hand, you took you wand, diming the lights and closing the drapes with a few spells, she took hers, like connected to you, turning on a music player, the faint sound of music indulging your ears.

Humming softly to the music, your hands wondering around her arms, toned, veiny, tatted, so hot…

She opened her eyes slowly, looking at your face, while you looked down to her hands, rings adorning her long fingers and you thought about the logistics of her slender fingers deep inside you with the rings, or without them?

"you like my rings?" her voice laced with something you couldn’t quiet decipher, was she mocking you? Could she read your thoughts? You mind wondering upon two options. You could continue as you heart and your cunt were hopping you would, or… you could change the topic now to the elephant in the room… however, there was like three gigantic elephants here and you didn’t knew which should be better to address.

could it be the threat of your life? Would that be too soon? Scare her off?

Could it be her tired demeanour and the fact that she had bruises underneath her tattoos?

Or maybe address the fact that you heard the Hufflepuffs bickering at dinner about the fact that Ellie dismissed todays class…

"I like your hands too…" your heart won.

Her arm moved to the side, fingers glassing over your exposed tight, while you looked down to her movements and then up to her concentrated face, and to her exposed neck.

Your hand moved by itself, like in trance, fingers trapping her chin to look at you.

"would it be wrong if I wanted to kiss you?" your voice small, almost ashamed.

Your mouth was attacked by her own, her body moving now to face you, your legs intertwining to cage her hips and push her closer to you, her strong hands holding you to push you two further into the bed.

Her hot mouth open on top of yours, the kiss so needy so intense, years of thinking how you'd taste and how you'd feel came to pay her up badly, squirming and shifting on top of you, needing more, needing to fulfil her fantasies.

Her hands planted on the bed, on each side of your face, you pulled her even closed with your legs, your hands exploring her torso all the way to her breast.

This closeness was torturing, it wasn’t enough.

"please Ellie…"

her eyes rolling to the back of her head, your voice pleading for her.

"please what bun?"

her face burying in your neck, tracing all the way to find your sweet spot, needing to know what makes you weak, she wanted to know all the ways she could please you.

"touch me Ellie, I need you… please…"

She felt like wave of something new hit her from the back, her whole body now caging you and her hands pulling you so close.

Like waltzing, both of you shifted positions, Ellie was now sitting on the bed, strong back flushed against the headboard.

You were now sitting on top of her, so impossibly close, if your atoms could melt against hers and make one being they would.

Her hands roaming all over your body, so desperate to touch every bit of you. Your mouth hot in her neck, tracing with your tongue everywhere you could, desperate to feel more of her.

Her agitated breathing mixed with the sound of your clothed thighs against her pants. Fabric shifting while you straddle her, moving your hips against her own, choked moans coming from your throat, feeling her hips bulge upwards, hitting you core. Her head going backwards, the over stimulation so much…

Your hands pushing past her sports bra massaging both her breast under her shirt, hard nipples at the palm of your hand and she was squirming, trying hard not to moan only by small friction (that wasn’t enough) and the view of your needy state on top of her, trying to ride her, still fully clothed (that WAS enough)

She kissed you again, hot mouth against yours, opened lips for her to simply slide in, tongue exploring your mouth and you took your time to suck on it. That pushed her to oblivion, one of her hands going down to the place she needed you the most. 

"oh no, you are not getting yourself off, that’s my job pretty."

your voice adding another layer to her ache, your words almost making her cum on the spot, your body sliding off her, ass perked up so she could see it while you lowered yourself in between her legs, her neediness making her shake slightly when your hands came to unbuckle her belt.

Not wanting to make her suffer any longer, you slid off her pants and boxers in a swift motion, her legs closing together after that.

"I am usually the one… ummm… The one down there" she said almost shy, scared that it would scare you off.

You just chuckled.

"do you want this Ellie? Do you want me to make you feel good? To make the stress go away?"

With every word you spoke, she opened slightly her legs for you, your smirk making evident that you needed this as much as she did.

Placing her legs up your shoulder while giggling you dive in to kissing her milky legs, every mole and freckled receive personal attention form you mouth and tongue.

"Ellie, do you want this?" you said resting you head on one of her thighs.

"yes, yes… please I want you all" and she would have you.

Those words tickled something in the pit of your stomach, a desire bubbling there like nothing before.

Kissing more roughly up her thigh, leaving marks, small nibbles and hickeys, her response were agitated breaths and drown moans. One of your fingers arrived first to her aching cunt, her hips buckling in to your palm trying to get something more, anything at all. glistening essence coating your palm as you decided to be a good girl for her fully palming her pretty pussy, inserting a finger of your other hand.

Her mouth hung agape at that, you couldn’t resist how good she felt on your finger, clutching on to it. The room feeling too hot out of nowhere so you detached from her, her small pout making you giggle while you took of your sleep set, no underwear, she groaned "take your shirt Ells, play nice…"

She wasn’t used to being told what to do, I mean, not in these sort of circumstances…

And that almost made her quiver.

Both completely naked now, she couldn’t stop herself for latching on to you, kissing you and feeling you, naked body flushed against her hot skin.

One of her hands falling down to you cunt, dripping down your legs, she wanted to ruin you, to take you and mark you as hers. And she will…

"tell me If you want me to stop"

Her hand now palming you, both kneeled on the bed facing each other. Your mind in ecstasy and confused.

You were supposed to make her feel good… right?

Your own had going down on her, mirroring her position, her other free hand falling to your ass, pressing so hard that you knew tomorrow youll see the print of her hand on it. Your free one going for her neck, pressing only around it slightly. Her head fell back, eyes rolling all the way. Your hand now deep in her pussy, your hard nipples flushed to hers, her hand feeling your cunt closing on her fingers. It was too much for both.

"I am… I am gonna…" your voice cut off by your own moans and shaky breaths.

"me too angel, cum with me…" her own voice whiny and raspy, strained from trying to keep her moans from coming out her lips, it was a matter of seconds before you both reached your high.

A loud sound and a scream could be heard from outside your room. Both of you separating fast, startle…

Flushed faces and naked bodies separating from each other.

"what the fuck was that!" Ellies eyes opened, fear seeping from the pit of her stomach out, seemingly forgetting that none of you made it to your orgasm…

Your puzzling mind wondering, no other thought than to investigate, walking without noticing and putting your clothes back on with every step you took. Ellie, putting her shirt on and some sweats she had around. following you close behind, her breath itching your neck.

Opening the door made a loud screeching sound, gaining to however was on the other side to run, Ellie looked to the opposite end of the footsteps, a girl laying cold on the ground, eyes and mouth open in destress, so full of fear that sent a chill down your spine, her hand was pointing out on front of her line of sight, she was petrified.

"take her to the infirmary!" you screamed at Ellie, taking off to run behind the footsteps.

Ellie looked to where you were leaving, ready to catch whoever did it, an indescribable feeling pooling in her throat, she looked down to the kid in her hands. "fuck!" she screamed as you were now out of her view.

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[fuckingstarellie]

1. The Bet

how (not) to get the college rockstar girl

infos: college au! ellie williams x reader (fem oc)

contains: fluff, smut, slow romance, comedy, some lame jokes, angst, swearing/cursing, ellie being super hyper mega hot, oc extremely correct and stubborn.

chapter summary: Alexia and Dina make a bet which in the end causes Alexia to lose, Dina tells a lie.

Alexia was in the college dorm, studying modern languages in college and preparing for a project that was requested by one of the professors, her moment of peace is interrupted when her roommate and best friend Dina opens the door making a very loud noise in the dorm

“Hey Alexia, guess who I just saw walking down the main hallway?” — Dina said excitedly as she threw herself on her own bed.

“well let me think…i don't know dee, i have to do this damn job and i just can't think of anything else!” — Alex replied

“Lexi I think you need to relax, being locked in the dorm forcing yourself to do something that you definitely can't develop right now isn't going to do any good”  

the blonde haired girl sighed before turning her body around in that rolling chair and then facing Dina — “ yes, I think you're right, but hey, will you say who you saw in the main hallway or not?” — alexia arched one of her eyebrows curiously.

“let's say halfway there maybe I saw Jesse standing in front of one of those snack machines” — started Dina — “and he was like OH MY GOOD FUCK so handsome, he just kind of winked at me and i panicked, and well now i'm here”

"WHAT? Did Jesse wink at you? Like the same Jesse who's in a band with fucking Ellie Williams?” — Alex replied her friend with wide eyes.

“Is what I'm saying Alex, the guy I've had a crush on for years just winked at me!” — the brunette was gesticulating with her hands quickly, this was one of Dina's frequent quirks.

“This is fucking crazy, you should ask for his number, just a guess” — Alex got up to organize the mess of books he had left on the dorm desk.

“what? no he is jesse he wont give me his number” — Dina shrugged

“with all due respect Dina but fuck you, the guy just winked at you, he's clearly interested so you go and get his fucking number!” — said alex in indignation.

“what? Alex, it would be really embarrassing to be dumped by him, I'm just trying to avoid embarrassing myself knowing it could go wrong” 

“I still think you should give it a try, Jesse seems like a nice guy, we don't see him around with many girls and well...you're beautiful, there's no way he won't give you his number!” — Alexia knows that although many guys hit on Dina, she is still insecure about some things. 

“oh ok Alex you won. if i can't get jesse's number you have to try to get a kiss from miss williams heartbreaker” — replied dina defiantly.

“is it like that? well done! I know you'll come back here with that guy's number so I don't even have to worry” — Alex shrugged confidently that he would win.

a few hours later

"and then?" — asked curious alex — “did you get his number?”

Dina put on her best sad face and shook her head.

“WHAT?” — Alex stared at her friend completely shocked.

“he just replied to me - sorry but no - when i asked for his phone number” — Dina replied. — “So Alexia...I think you just lost a bet”

what Dina hadn't told Alex is that she actually got Jesse's number, but the brunette would LITERALLY do anything to see Alex go after the red-haired Williams, even lie...

n/a: Well, this is the first chapter and it also tells how Alexia got into this whole thing that could go very wrong or very right! Hope you like it

English is not my native language, sorry if there are some mistakes (correct me please), chapter not proofread!

MASTERLIST

[bingbongsupremacy]

Hand Holding

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings:

Summary: You have a crush on Ellie but you're pretty sure she doesn't like you back. Modern AU (They're Teens)

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

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" Jesse stop! " I laugh, attempting to shield my face from the water being splashed my way. " You're gonna get water up my nose! "

" Never! You stole the last drum stick! " He complains, continuing to sends waves of water towards me.

" I'll save you! " Ellie's voice laughs from nearby. I feel a warm hand slip into mine. " Follow me. "

Ellie leads me away from Jesse. Slowly his splashing towards me begins to die down as he's quickly distracted by Dina who cannon balls directly next to him.

I lower my hand and finally look towards Ellie. Her back is facing me. Her light green swim suit nicely compliments her auburn hair which is damply hanging above her shoulders.

Suddenly I remember her hand is holding onto mine. I look down at our loosely intertwined hands.

We've always been close but never close enough to hold hands. The small action sends a wave of heat rushing up my cheeks. I turn my face towards the water, not wanting to stare at our hands any longer.

It's stupid. I have a crush on my friend and I know I shouldn't. We're just friends. Besides, she just broke up with Cat. She's probably not ready for a new relationship right now.

I need to get over this.

When we're finally far away enough from the others, Ellie turns her body towards mine, not letting go of our hands. " Are you alright? You look a little stressed. " She observes.

I glance up at her and send her a small grin. " Yeah yeah. I'm fine. Just thinkin, ya know. "

I let go of her hand, tapping my hand on the word thinking.

It's never going to happen.

Ellie sends me a look that tells me she doesn't totally believe me, but she doesn't push any further. She leans up against the side of the pool wall. She doesn't say anything, instead she points her face up to the sun. She closes her pretty eyes, letting the heat envelop her.

" I've been so stressed with the end of the tri coming up. " I take in a deep breath, trying to let myself calm down. " I'm worried about failing chem. "

Ellie's head lifts up. She looks over at me. A grin plays at the corner of her lips. " I have the perfect thing for you. "

" Really? What. " I ask, watching as she hoists herself out of the pool.

Ellie turns towards me, water dripping down her muscular body. She extends a hand towards me. " You'll see. Come with me. "

I accept her hand, my heart fluttering at the contact.

Ellie helps me out of the pool and we make our way into the house. Her hand stays wrapped around mine.

She leads me through the hallway towards the garage. " I guess we shoulda grabbed our towels. " She chuckles, glancing back towards the small puddles we're leaving behind. " I'll clean it up before Joel gets home. "

Ellie opens up her door.

Small lights twinkle around the room. Posters I helped hang up beam down at me.

I let out a grin as I spot the small stuffed dog I bought her a few months ago at a fair. She still has it.

Ellie lets go of my hand and a disappointment fills my stomach. It's quickly replaced with a shiver from the cold AC running through the room.

Ellie digs through her drawer before finally pulling out a small box. " Found it. " She sets the small box on her desk, pulling out a small joint.

" Whoa, is that fucking weed? " I ask, taking a few steps towards her. I peer over her shoulder at the white rolled item.

" Fuck yeah. " Ellie grins, looking up at me. She pulls out a black lighter. " Wanna smoke some? "

I chew on the side of my cheek, contemplating for a moment. " Fuck it. Let's do it. "

Ellie's smile widens. " Open your mouth. "

I do as she says, my eyes meeting hers as she places the joint in between my lips. She keeps my gaze as she lips the end of the paper, watching my expression as it begins to burn.

I slowly inhale, coughing immediately. " Fuck. "

Ellie lets out a laugh. " First time? "

" First time. " I agree, holding it away from me. I hand it to her expecting hand.

She places the joint in between her slightly chapped lips, demonstrating how to smoke. She slowly guides me through the process, making sure I don't die the next time I take a drag.

Eventually we get to the point where we can pass the joint back and forth. We sit huddled together on her bed, bare legs pressed gently next to each other.

I might not have Ellie as my girlfriend but I have her as my friend. And that's enough. It has to be.

[elliesangel222]

Dead Dove. E.W x reader

wc; 1k

AUTHORS NOTE; hey y'all, new fic!!! this story is gonna be dark as hell so read with caution, Ill attach the trigger warning down below. enjoy!

!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!! EXTREME GORE, MURDER, STALKING ILLICT PHOTOGRAPHY, KIDNAPPING, MANIPULATION, DRUG USAGE. (I apologize in advance for writing this.)

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"Have you heard about the carnival next week?”

Jesse asked you as you both walked through the empty hallway. The only noise is the clacking of your Mary Jane’s. You shook your head, adjusting the collar on your uniform.

Suddenly, you crashed into something hard, knocking you off your feet. You winced and opened your eyes to see forest-green ones already taking your figure in as you sat on the cold hallway floor. Her glare gave you goosebumps,

She looked you up and down before stepping over your outstretched legs and simply walking away. Your eyes narrowed in annoyance as you glared at her back as she retreated.

“What the fuck!?” you exclaimed to Jesse as the girl left the corridor. You dusted yourself off as you stood back up. Shaking with anger, you continued to make your way out of the school.

You waved a curt goodbye to Jesse, the small interaction with the auburn-haired girl still bugging you.

Ellie Williams, a second-year at Santa Barbara High, a year above you. In middle school you had a giant crush on her, every time her green eyes met yours you’d internally panic.

Now all you felt was disgust, even if her freckles reminded you of stars.

‘How did I ever like that absolute dic-’

Stop.

You shook off the negative thoughts just as quickly as they came, you decided to just forget about her.

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‘Maybe she was just having a bad day?’

You flopped down on your bed as you tried to validate her actions, forgetting about her didn't last long. You became restless as you tried your hardest to fall asleep. The night breeze whooshed into your room from your open window. Your curtains are drawn back, leaving a full view of your bedroom from the outside of your parent's house. Your eyes slowly drifted into a deep sleep, leaving you unable to recognize the flash of a camera through your window.

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The next morning you’d wake up in a good mood. You walked to school blasting music through your headphones. You reached the alley behind your high school when you were alerted by your ringtone. Your phone screen lit up with an incoming Facetime from an unknown number.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you swiped your thumb across the screen, answering the call.

A grainy video of you standing in the alley played on the screen.

You froze.

‘This is a fucking video call’

Your heart dropped as you slowly turned around, a masked figure faced you as they hung up the call.

You whipped back around and ran as fast as you could into the safety of your high school.

Your lungs screamed as you ran into the first period. Year 2 Literature, you sat in your usual spot as your teacher explained the project your class was assigned to do.

“All right guys! Partner up and get to work”

A chair screeched against the hardwood floor as it was dragged towards your desk. The sound made you flinch. You looked up so fast you swear you almost snapped your neck, still on edge from that morning. “Is it okay if we partner up?”

You met her familiar eyes and you just stared, confused as hell.

“Why?” you asked her.

“I wanted to apologize, for yesterday.”

You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair.

“I was in a shitty mood.” she continued.

“It's fine.”

Ellie raised an eyebrow.

“Really- it's no big deal. Forget about it”

“Okay..”

You guys worked in comfortable silence for the rest of the period, you almost forgot you had a stalker that morning-

‘Oh shit, I have a stalker’

Your face paled at the thought.

“Are you alright?” Ellie asked as her eyes raked over your almost paralyzed state. You nodded almost robotically.

She looked like she was about to say something before the bell interrupted both of your thoughts.

‘Saved by the bell’

You collected all your school supplies as you walked to your next class. The lessons went on for what felt like forever. You were interrupted by your phone chiming in the last period.

Fear coursed through your veins as you noticed an image attachment. A picture of you sitting in class was taken just a couple of minutes ago. You looked around frantically, growing paranoid as you inspected everyone closely. Your heart pounded in your chest.

The walk home was worse, every crunch of gravel underneath your feet had your hands shaking a little bit more, making you look like you had just gotten out of an ice bath. Every passerby looked like the mysterious figure from that morning.

Your breathing begins to escalate as you run the rest of the way home. Trying to suffocate the feeling of eyes on you, watching

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Little did you know, you had every reason to be paranoid.

A certain freckled girl was indeed, watching you. Ellie had herself convinced her hobby was harmless. A healthy dose of fear was good for everyone once in a while, wasn't it? That’s how she validated her actions as she fingered the soft satin fabric of your scrunchie in her pocket.

“I think I have a stalker”

You blurted out to Jesse as he took a hit of the blunt you guys passed back and forth. The weed was like truth serum, that and the fact Jesse was your best friend. You couldn't keep anything from him. Your eyes stared at him, dazed from the substance use.

“What?”

You guys lay on his bed going through the messages.

“Y/N, this is fucked up. You need to tell someone” Jesse looked disgusted as he stared at the illict pictures.

“No! It's probably some stupid prank, I don't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to me. Halloween coming up, it's probably Dina or some kid from my class”

Jesse nodded but still looked skeptical at your ignorance. You two finished off the blunt and binge-watched The Walking Dead together.

next chapter

[pascals-doll]

sanrio trio

ellie williams x reader

🫧 baby ellie headcanon 🎀 ! (this is my first hc idk how i did hopefully i did okay )

🫧 i went with my little sister to the sanrio store, shes a cutie i miss being a teenage girl anyways this is lowk dedicated 4 her :)

🫧 we dont have enough baby ellie appreciation

🫧 description: MID-2000’s AU! reader loves sanrio, sarah, ellie, and you are a trio, baby!ellie baby!ellie baby!ellie, fluff, more fluff, oh and some more FLUFF, reader is hello kitty obessed, you both are just sweet and awkward teenage girls who have crushes on each other, YOU ARE ALL 15, no use of y/n, use of nickname bunny-boo (reader goes by it and yes i stole it from bratz),reader gives ellie a kiss on the cheek!

one thing that you and sarah had in common. SANRIO.

you were bestfriends with sarah since elementary school. In 4th grade, sarah’s dad Joel adopted an auburn hair girl the same age as you both named ellie.

ever since then, the 3 of you together just became inseparable.

ellie didnt get it at first. 6 months after ellie got adopted and comfortable. you guys went out on a whole going to places and doing activities the 3 of you liked.

this didnt leave ellie out at all as she constantly brings up different space museum and sky-viewings to go too.

you and sarah will also happily get her anything that reminds you of ellie or know she would like.

you guys had went to space museums, viewings, natural history museums, and a space store getting to know all the things ellie loved.

you and sarah listened to all kinds of facts from ellie or being interested along with her as the tour guides showed you all around.

when it came to your turn, you and sarah both agreed on going to a Japanese store; duh there was the sanrio merch.

now this was peek 2003, hello kitty was BLOOMING ALL OVER THE SHELVES

you guys were next level.

hello kitty was your girl and my melody was sarah’s (she just seems like such a my melody girly !)

when you arrived to the store, Joel immediately gave you guys a time. he was not playing around, you guys could cause damage all day in there.

he set a mental timer for an hour and 30 minutes as you and sarah dashed into the store, dragging ellie along.

you guys immediately ran towards the HK section “so is this like anime?” an 11 year old ellie asks, scanning the hallways filled with the cute cat character.

“its a japanese cartoon! so yes, basically” you explain, ellie just gave you a soft smile as she watched you and sarah bring each other different HK’s to choose from.

“and shes just a cat?” ellie picks up a plushie, this one had on bunny ears and an easter basket “yes, a very cute amazing cat. hello kitty saves lives.” you look at her dead serious, walking up to her.

ellie made a face at your serious face“now thank you! you found me the cutest kitty!” you take the kitty from her hands, hugging it.

ellie thought the characters were cute, especially this little black penguin, she goes up to the section and begins to pick up every single different merchandise; admiring it.

you and sarah giggle as you admire the way ellie just found her sanrio character “thats badtz-maru!” sarah exclaims, handing her one of his pins; knowing she was a fan of pins.

her favorite would so be bad badtz-maru

“you are officially a sanrio girly” you tease out causing her to visibly cringe which you and sarah giggle at.

ever since then, ellie thought it was cute how you and her sister would indulge yourselves and each others happiness into these cute characters.

she wanted to indulge with you guys more and more with the years.

it was now 2007 and sanrio, to be more specific had became more mainstream beside just HK

“happy birthday dear bunny-boo, happy birthday to youu!” sarah and ellie say obnoxiously loud over everyone singing your name causing you to giggle out.

“happy birthday to you!” people sang for you in celebration.

you lean down to blow out your ‘15’ candle that was on your hello kitty cake, getting ready to serve on hello kitty paper-plates, hello kitty cups, and hello kitty napkins.

a girl like you needed a hello kitty 15th birthday party.

you having my melody and badtz-maru stickers/pins for ellie and sarah!!

ellie would put the sanrio pins you and sarah would gift her on her backpack, wallet, or key-lanyard; you name it.

ellie cherished all the little hello kitty drawings you would draw for her or even if it was colored from a hello kitty coloring book!

“els! can i come in!” you slightly knock on her door, waiting for to answer “come in, bunny-boo!” you hear her call out from the other side of the door.

“hey! how did you know it was me?” slightly nervous sarah might’ve told ellie about the drawing

“bitch, you’re the only one who knocks” ellie laughs out, moving over on her bed inviting you to sit with her.

you slightly chew on your bottom lil before pulling out a folded up piece of paper from the back of your jean pocket “errm-if you laugh! im never fucking giving you anything ever again in a-” you began to jokingly threaten.

“okay okay! i wont laugh, jeez” ellie says before you handed her the folded paper.

she unfolds the paper to see a sketched hello kitty and badtz-maru on a blanket surrounded by child-like drawn trees; colored in by color pencil.

“its us on a picnic!” you smiled softly, ellie’s cheeks turn into a hue of pink before immediately going over to her desk.

she grabbed a push-pin, going over to the large corkboard above her bed.

it was filed with pictures of you, sarah, and her, pictures of her and joel, and along with it some of her own drawing wish some of your previous ones that you have drawn for her.

“right, here so i can laugh at it once you walk out” she proposed sarcastically.

you quickly grab a pillow throwing at her face. ellie does an exaggerated fall to the floor; hand over her chest.

“awhhh! ya got me”

“shut up dork”

you would at the laugh the sisters would bicker and get annoyed of each other every time you would go over to Joels house.

eventually fighting over who should have you storm off with them (more like ellie).

“ellie get out! you’re officially annoying!” sarah yells out, throwing one her plushies at her after saying a joke she did not like.

“fuck off, you’re annoying! c’mon bunny-boo” she says to you after retaliating at her sister, starting to walk out the door.

now thats when you stand there looking at both of them “you both are annoying” you shake your head, giggling at both of them.

the sisters share a look before looking over at you.

“BOO, YOU WHORE!” sarah throwing a pillow, ellie throwing the plushie sarah threw at her; now at you.

you slept over so much at some point, you just started leaving clothes in sarah and ellie’s rooms

sarah having some of your shorts while ellie took your tee’s

she would wear your hello kitty shirts to sleep or around the house, she loved the feeling of your company the times you weren’t around.

“is that my shirt?” you enthuse your question, the next day as you all watch a show in the living room.

it was a shirt with all the sanrio characters that was light pink and had big pink letters; immediately recognizing it as yours.

“uhh” ellie actually seemed flustered for some reason. you giggled out “you love my clothing, its okay” you say sarcastically.

sarah being completely amused by the two of you. she knew you both were gay for each other before the both of you even knew.

“i do not like that girly shit”

“yeah, like i said…love.”

ellie is 10000% a supporter of your obsession, same with sarah

anything that she sees HK, shes sending a picture, drawing it from memory, or if she has the money for it. she’ll buy it.

one day you all went back to Joel’s after school and Joel had offered to take wherever you guys wanted.

“lets go to that cool comic shop, i need the new addition of savage starlight!” ellie comments, enthusing on her comic.

once you guys got to the comic shop, ofc being you.

wherever you went, hello kitty was right there with you.

after going to the savage starlight section, while you were looking around you seen a familar giant red bow.

you quickly tap sarah as you both squeal out of excitement.

“what?! what is it!?” ellie looks up from the comic book alarmed. you both look over to her with wide eyes while you’re still pointing.

“oh..you both are dramatic as fuck, lets go!” before rushing with you both.

they had selections of stickerbooks, actual books even though most of them were for 3 year olds, and posters.

sarah immediately picked up some my melody posters and a stickerbook of all the characters.

you on the other hand had 2 posters and were struggling in between which one to pick out of all of them.

“c’mon bunny-boo, you cant be serious!” ellie laughs at your indecisiveness “oh-she so serious” sarah utters with a smile, helping you by skimming through some of the books.

you give her a fake pout “hm, choose for me then, williams” you say, coming to a descision for yourself.

ellie gets flustered for a second, you just looked so adorable as you pouted. it made her stomach churn around.

ellie baby, poor girl had the cutest crush on you.

it was purely platonic of course, you were her best-friend.

i till the summer of 8th grade that you guys went out to walk the beach pier.

you had 2 cute pigtails in and these pink full body-overall shorts with a light blue t-shirt under.

and that was the the literal death and gay reawakening for ellie williams.

thats another story tho

“pssh, easy” ellie tries to play if off with a coy smile as she steps infront of you, beginning to skim through with her sister.

you’re not dumb, you can see ellie silently begging sarah to help her choose

it made you smile and also your heart flutter.

she didnt know, you didnt know.

it was just the purest form of crushes.

“okay, i gotcha. we can go now!” ellie announces, putting the book in the air before handing it to you.

you giggled at her dramatic ways.

“why thank you, els” you boost, blush spreading across your face.

sarah internally gagged but was also routing for her gay sis!

that same night you slept over at her house, this night you guys choose to sleep in ellies room.

you guys were binging south park as s display of different snack options were sprawled in front of the 3 of you.

at some point, sarah had fallen asleep which left only you and ellie awake

“shh, listen. shes gonna start snoring soon” ellie utters quietly and amusingly.

you shake your head no till you heard a random snore which you couldn’t help but laugh alongside ellie.

“did you like the book i choose?” ellie asks you genuinely.

you go to pick up the book, it was a hello kitty book about a rainy day; the cover had HK holding an umbrella with a raincoat and rainboots on the cover.

“i love it, now i have a reason to read a book!” you joke out, before giving her small kiss on the cheek.

ellies face stood there blank and pink, turning your cheeks pink as you both just stared at each other in silence.

ellie tried to do everything to calm down her racing heart but fuck was it not working.

ellie takes a slight breath, trying to come back into reality.

“you’re blushing” you grin ,putting your hand to try to squish her cheek.

“hey! so are you!” ellie says, trying to dodge your hand playfully.

“as your sister, seeing that was so sad” guess she wasn’t asleep after all.

[fireflyhq]

Chapter One: Feel Good Inc.

"City's breaking down on a camel's back, They just have to go cause they don't know whack" Gorillaz "Feel Good Inc"

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Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Rhiannon finds out one of her students has been missing for weeks, causing her to spiral into a panic attack. When she wakes up in her shared apartment with Tess and Joel she's met with an even bigger bombshell. Their car battery was taken. Joel refuses to let her help, and an argument befalls the two of them.

Warnings: Panic Attacks, mentions of fights, drinking, Joel being an ass, Joel in general, fainting. Some descriptions of Outbreak day, children is distress, gunfire

A/N: This is the first chapter of my story! I'm a bit nervous about how this will be received, but I hope you enjoy! This story means a lot to me :)

“Alright, class is dismissed! Please be sure to read the next chapter of your book and write your summary papers!” Little white speckles of chalk crumbled to the ground as Rhiannon wiped down the worn down chalk-board. The sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor filled the small classroom, kids conversing as they grabbed their bags to head to their next class. Rhiannon turned to face her desk, gathering her supplies into the well-loved leather satchel Joel had found for her during a run outside the QZ. She looked up to watch as her students filed out, eyes scanning over each child. Every single one accounted for…Except for one.

‘Ellie still isn’t here…’ she thought fretfully, worrying on her cracked, bottom lip.

Elliie Williams, the human time-bomb, and Rhiannon’s favorite student. Ellie was quick-witted and sharp tongued, and everything this shit-hole needed to change it. The only down-side of her hot-headed temper was where it put her. Every other week it seemed that Ellie was missing from her classes and in The Hole. Whether it was for talking back to a commanding officer or fighting with Bethany over Riley, who had gone missing a little while back, something was always going on with that spitfire of a girl.

Looking at the empty desk where Ellie normally sat caused a strange, crushing ache to fill Rhiannon’s chest. Punishment was normally a few days long, but it had been at least 3 weeks and there was still not a sign of Ellie nor a word spoken about her from the other staff. She made a mental note to ask Captain Kwong if he had seen her or not. Gathering her things she ushered the few stragglers from her class out into the hallway. They groaned and complained about not wanting to go to the math teacher’s block, a chorus of “It’s so boring!” and “ I don’t get it!” ringing throughout the hallway.

She ignored the protests, locking her classroom door and wiggling the handle to make sure it stayed shut, before turning to face the pack of pouting children. All three had their arms crossed across their chests, and if she wasn’t in such a hurry she was sure she could be persuaded into letting them linger within her classroom.

“No skipping in my class today,” she teased, a wry smile on her lips. “I understand your distaste for math, but if I had to suffer through it, so do you.” Once again the kids began to speak over one another, voices overlapping into one tumultuous choir. Rhiannon merely shook her head, a huff of laughter falling past her lips. With her back now turned to her students she began walking in the direction of Kwong’s office.

The sound of little voices no longer lingered behind her, and the only noise that filled the empty space was the sound of her busted-up heels click clacking across the concrete flooring and the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. The winding, twisting halls to the Captain’s office made her stomach churn with anxiety. She could barely focus on the other teachers passing by her, only sparing them a glance and tight-lipped smile. The door seemed as if it was getting farther and farther away from her, akin to the nightmares she’d have of eternal hallways, echoing voices and screams of the children in her 5th grade class as the gunshots filled the hallways, soldiers shouting, Vienna crying…Vienna…her sister crying…Ellie crying…Ellie, Ellie,El-

Rhiannon felt the dull ache in her nose before she realized what had happened. A voice cursed sharply, words going in one ear and out of the other, her head felt like it was underwater, everything was too loud and too quiet. A pair of hands gripping her shoulder snapped Rhiannon out of her haze, and she had to fight the urge to slap whoever had grabbed her. An old knee-jerk reaction she hadn’t quite gotten rid of after all this time.

“Ms. Hemingway!” Captain Kwong exclaimed, eyes scanning over her figure swiftly. He raised an eyebrow once he had assessed that she was fine, his hands resting on his hips. “I didn’t even see you there, you alright?”

Rhiannon stared blankly at him for a moment, still a bit dazed from the near panic attack and the sudden blow to the nose. She simply nodded, her nose still throbbing angrily. There was light streaming out where the office door was cracked open, and without thinking she peeked over Kwong’s shoulder to get a better look inside. There was a figure sitting in the chair in front of the captain’s desk, hoodie over their head and shoulders hunched over. For a moment, a flicker of hope ignited in her chest, whoever was sitting in that chair looked so much like Ellie that it nearly had Rhiannon fooled until they turned and she saw a strand of blonde hair and a flash of blue eyes.

Kwong must have seen the way she visibly deflated, for his lips pulled into a thin line and his eyebrows pinched. He almost looked like he pitied her. The look sent a cold chill down her spine. Something was terribly wrong.

“Captain Kwong,” she started, “have you seen-”

“No.” He cut her off, putting a hand up in a way to get her to quiet down. “That’s actually what I was coming to announce.”

Confusion laced Rhiannon’s features, and her hands began to shake as the weight of what Kwong was saying started to finally sink in. Despite where her gut was telling her, she wanted to believe that the next words to come out of the captain’s mouth were going to be Ellie’s whereabouts, but even she knew not to let herself hope anymore.

Still, she found herself asking. “What are you talking about?”

Kwong took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, an agonizing stretch of silence filled the room before he finally spoke, voice quiet and weary.

“Ms. Hemingway, Ellie Williams is missing. Has been for..” He stopped abruptly. He knew he had said too much. Rhiannon’s racing heart stopped for a moment, a freight train of shock slamming into her so roughly that she felt as if the breath in her lungs was stolen.

“W-what?” was all she managed to croak out. “For how long?” Her words came out shaky, the lump in the back of her throat constricting her windpipe.

“I’ve got to go, pardon me” Kwong tried to push past her, but she grabbed his wrist in a death-grip before he could get too far, pulling him back to where she was standing.

“Rhiannon.” Kwong hissed from between clenched teeth. Eye glancing side to side as if he was looking for someone.

“How. Long?”

“I don’t have time for thi-”

“How long!?” Rhiannon’s grip on his wrist tightened making Kwong wince, and if she wasn’t fuming she would’ve felt bad for hurting him. “Kwong, I swear to God, how long has she-”

“Three weeks!” Kwong growled out, a grimace on his features before it melted into one of guilt and his voice softened. “She’s been gone for three weeks''

Rhiannon didn’t even notice the world was spinning until she was on the ground, Kwong’s frantic voice fading away into nothingness.

The white hot pain seizing her brain was what started to jostle the woman awake, confusion circling around her already dizzy head. Rhiannon tried to sit up, but a calloused hand gently guided her back down.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one to get roughed up.” A distant voice said, tone laced with mirth and a tinge of pain, as if speaking hurt.

A grunt came from across the room, though it seemed to be right next to where Rhiannon lay. “Fainted at work. Hit her head on the way down, nurse said she’s lucky it wasn’t enough to warrant a concussion.”

“Hm” The other voice became clearer. Tess. “What happened? Another anxiety attack?”

Rhiannon would have laughed if her head didn’t feel like it would explode at the action. In all honesty, the attacks were becoming more frequent ever since Ellie’s disappearance, so it came as no surprise to her that Tess wasn’t more concerned.

The person beside her made no sound, but from the hum of confirmation that came from Tess’ side of the room it was clear they had simply nodded in response to her question. Rhiannon tried to sit up once more, her back beginning to ache from being flat on the hard mattress for god only knows how long. She didn’t get very far before the same hand pushed her down, a familiar voice growling softly into her ear. “Lay back down, woman. Gonna make yourself sick getting up that fast.” A broad chest settled against her back, and Rhiannon melted into the feeling of Joel against her, the smell of smoke and whiskey floating around her in a warm embrace.

“Joel..” The whine came out more pathetic than she meant it to, silently cringing at how needy she sounded.

“Hush up, Doc said you have to be careful for the next twenty-four hours.” She could feel him shake his head from his place behind her. “You ‘n Tess are gonna send me to a goddamned early grave. Can’t help but get hurt on the same day.”

“Tess is hurt?” It seemed Joel had predicted she was going to dart up again, his hand splayed out on her sternum, pressing her down to the bed. A mutter of ‘Jesus woman, quit moving’ falling from his lips.

Tess laughed softly, shaking her head. “It’s not too bad, Rhi.”

Though from what Rhiannon could see from the bed, it was bad. Tess’ eye was nearly swollen shut, face painted red, blue and green. She could see the remnants of blood from cuts that grazed the sides of Tess’ cheeks. They weren’t fresh either, so just how long ago did this happen?

“Tess that is bad, what the fuck happened to you?” At last she was allowed to sit up, with Joel's assistance of course. The hand on her chest now moved to her back, sitting just above the dip.

“Robert. Fucker ran off with our battery, his boys jumped me.” Tess sighed, looking away from the two. “But, don’t worry. Joel and I are gonna take care of it”

Rhiannon shook her head, eyes falling to her lap. Her black hair created a curtain around her face, pooling over her shoulders. The car battery that they all worked their ass off to get all to find Joel’s brother, Tommy. She wasn’t surprised that the man had pawned it off to the first person who paid him, she always got a sleazy feeling from him. But, gut feelings often go ignored when people were desperate, and they were desperate, however Rhiannon was silently wishing that Joel and Tess had taken her seriously before. Could have saved them all the trouble.

“I told you” It was petty, sure, but she did. And she was right. Again.

Tess rolled her eyes, waving a dismissing hand towards the black-haired woman. A huff that almost sounded like a laugh came from behind her. “Little miss psychic” Sarcasm dripped from his tone, but she chose to ignore it. Joel moved away from her, standing up with a groan. He stretched his arms above his head before heading over to Tess. He made a motion with his hand, and Tess turned her head to her injured side, Joel kneeled in front of her to inspect the healing bruises. A pang of jealousy shot through Rhiannon’s chest at how…soft Joel was with Tess.

She sat there in silence, just watching them. She longed for Joel to treat her the same way he treated Tess, to be cared about so gently. Sure, Joel was always there when she needed him, and she was certain he was the one to drag her back home after she fainted, but she always craved more from him. At one point in their time together, it almost seemed as if he did see her as more than a smuggling partner and housemate. But she knew better now. Joel Miller doesn’t fall in love, not with her, and not with Tess. He only had room in his barred -off heart for his brother, and his late daughter Sarah.

After a brief moment of silence, she spoke up. “So, are we going to go get that battery back? Truck isn’t any good without one, and I doubt we’ll find someone else willing to sell a working car battery” Joel paused his movements, and Tess glanced away from the woman. Rhiannon’s eyes flicked between the two in disbelief

“Don’t tell me we aren’t getting a new one.” A humorless laugh fell softly from her lips.

“We aren’t, we’re getting our battery and cards back.” Joel said. He stood up with a soft grunt, knees popping with age. “You’re not coming.” he didn’t spare her a second glance, walking into the kitchen as if her presence there meant nothing. Tess stayed silent, not wanting to get in the middle of a spat between two equally stubborn people. White-hot anger coursed through Rhiannon’s veins, this wasn’t the first time that Joel had iced her out. More times than she could count she was told to sit pretty at home, she wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t street smart, on and on. Joel always said it was to protect her, but she knew damn well he just didn’t like her, wanted to be around her less than he already had to be.

A scowl pulled at her lips, marring her face into a mask of displeasure. “Are you fucking serious?” She shouted. Her arms crossed over her chest, and although Joel wasn’t able to see it she was giving him a look so deadly one would have thought she was plotting his demise at that very moment. Fuck, she was close.

Glasses clinked together but otherwise there was silence within the kitchen. Joel was ignoring her, how adult of him. She sat waiting, tapping her foot on the ground, her teeth chewing on her lip enough to where the sharp tang of blood trickled onto her tongue. Tess shot her a sympathetic look, and despite how enraged she was, she waved the woman off. It wasn’t the her fault that Joel Fucking Miller despised her.

Joel reappeared with a glass full of whiskey, and it took everything within Rhiannon to not scream and curse the man out. So he can drop that on her and then get drunk while she’s expected to sit there and be silent? Fuck that.

The laugh that came out of her reeked of anger. Joel ignored it, looking down at his glass. She knew he could tell that she was livid, but obviously he couldn't give two shits about what she wanted.

“You always fucking do this.” She hissed.

Joel glanced towards her, eyebrow raised. His lips pulled into a thin line. Tess muttered something before getting up, groaning a bit as she did. Without another word she walked into the kitchen, leaving Joel and Rhiannon alone.

“Always do what?” That pissed her off. Did he really not see the way he treated her? The way he gave her the cold shoulder and acted like she was some pathetic stray on the side of the road? She knew he was losing his hearing, apparently he was going blind as well.

“Don’t play dumb, Joel.” Her words came out snipped. “Every single time I ask to help you guys out I’m told no, like some fucking child. I don’t need your permission.”

“Yet you listen to me.” He took a sip of his whiskey, a smirk hiding behind the amber-hazed glass.

Rhiannon’s fists shook by her sides with how hard she was clenching them. He thought he was fucking hilarious didn’t he? “Oh fuck you, Joel. That’s not the point. You and Tess aren’t the only ones in this apartment, I’m here too.” Her voice began to shake. “I know you don’t like me, I get it, but for fucks sake let me help. I’m not as useless as you think I am! Being booksmart can be helpful, and I know how to take care of myself.”

Joel snorted, the sound only fueling the flaming embers of rage in her chest. “Oh I'm sure being booksmart is very helpful, sweetheart. Bore them the death with Frankenstein, reckon the infected would enjoy that the most.”

The world spun a bit from the whiplash she gave herself, nearly toppling over as she stood on shaky legs. Joel’s eyes widened a bit before they dropped back down, expression remaining nonchalant. It took two strides before she was face to face with the man, chocolate brown clashing with forest green.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of, Joel. Now give me one good reason you can’t let me help you.” Her brows were furrowed, the corners of her lips pulled into a deep frown, and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She could have sworn she saw Joel’s eyes flicker to where the cut of her blouse dipped down just enough to show a hint of cleavage, but she was sure she imagined it.

“You have school. Fedra won’t take kindly to your absence.” Joel stated, a shrug following his words. He was right, being an employee of FEDRA meant she had a tighter leash on her, but that didn’t excuse the countless occasions where Tess and Joel left in the dead of night, leaving her alone in their shared bed with only the sounds of distant bombs and creaking wood to keep her company.

“What about all the other times I haven’t? Hm? ” She stepped closer to him. His expression remained stony, but anger flickered in Rhiannon’s green eyes, a burning flame that was only fanned into a wildfire the longer it took Joel to answer.

Joel grunted. “Look, it’s too dangerous for you. I get that you have your smarts, but Tess and I have more experience.” He didn’t expect the shove he got for his words, it didn’t move him much of course, being the giant man that he is, but it was still enough to startle him.

“Bullshit! I got you to Boston, I’m just as good with a gun as you are! I’m not a helpless damsel in distress, Joel. You and I both know that.”

Joel shook his head, looking down at his feet rather than at Rhiannon. His fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a long drawn out sigh falling from his lips. She could tell that he was tired of this conversation, and frankly she didn’t give a fuck. She was tired of being left behind.

“I’m not arguing with you, Rhi. You’re staying home and that’s that. Don’t be a fucking idiot and try to follow us, you’ll only cause us more trouble.”

Maybe it was the stress from earlier, or the condescending way Joel spoke to her, whichever it was it had Rhiannon shaking with a flurry of emotions. She didn’t dignify Joel with a response, shoving past him to storm out the door. Ignoring the half-assed call of her name she walked along the hallway until she reached one of the abandoned apartments. Shouldering her way inside, she closed the door behind her before promptly launching herself onto the rickety old bed that was more a mattress on the ground than anything.

Joel wouldn’t come after her, he had Tess to worry about, and the all too familiar ache in her heart replaced the one burning anger. She wished he would come crawling to her, pretend to care for her even if it was just for a moment, but as she laid there staring up at the decaying ceiling one thing made itself clear.

Just as the sky was blue, Joel Miller would always hate her.

Rhiannon shut her eyes and let the freezing hands of sleep pull her away from consciousness.

[artificialqueens]

Someone I Genuinely Love (Taywhora) - pureCAMP

A/N - I feel like a broken record but it must be said, I feel like I exclusively write for Ortega at this point and I am not mad at it, I love her more than I love myself. Here is a short little Taywhora for my favourite scottish queen <3

The night - er, morning - was a disaster.

To be honest, Tayce had seen it coming from a mile off, and she had warned Lawrence that inviting both A’Whora and Tia was going to be an absolute shitstorm. They just plain didn’t like each other, which was fine, but A’Whora had trouble holding her sharp tongue at the best of times, and mixing in a bucket-load of alcohol and a pretty cramped house, and you had a recipe for chaos.

(And, really? A house party? Were they still seventeen?)

Nevertheless, it was Lawrence’s birthday, and she called the shots, and she drank the shots, and she got to choose who came to her house to get unreasonably pissed into the wee hours of the morning.

Tia was there pretty early - or, at least, she was on time like most of them. She was stood in the kitchen with a Smirnoff Ice in her hand, happily chatting away to Ellie, wearing a dress that Tayce had complimented, if only to make some brief conversation. It was… passable, really, a half-decent outfit if she went that far, but nothing to write home about. Unfortunately, Tayce knew A’Whora was gonna hate it, and A’Whora with a loose tongue was almost certainly gonna make a comment about it.

The girl in question rocked up late and sloppy, as per her usual style. She stumbled through the front door and leant in the frame with a tipsy smile, plush lips painted pink and dabbed with glitter, eyelashes fluttering. Her skin-tight dress was fuchsia, bright, emphasising her soft tan thighs that the fabric rode up against and clinging to every inch of her. Once neat, her dark hair was messily piled on top of her head, falling tantalisingly in front of her face.

Tayce couldn’t help but feel relieved that she’d decided to come.

“The party can finally start!” A’Whora exclaimed, raising her drink in the air with a flourish and slamming the door behind her with her heel.

“It already started, ya lazy fuck!” Lawrence yelled from the back of the house. Tayce, standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking onto the front door, made eye contact with A’Whora and giggled at their friend.

“Isn’t she charming?” Tayce gestured towards the general vicinity of Lawrence’s voice.

A’Whora crept closer, her eyes wide and expectant. “Okay, listen. I saw Tia’s snapchat earlier. Tell me she got changed before coming out tonight.”

Here we go. Tayce bit her lip. “Aurora. A’Whora Borealis. You be nice.”

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything but she looks like a fucking Year Nine at her first party wearing a Pretty Little Thing dress that her mum chose for her. I mean, is she serious about it? Is it like a joke?” A’Whora covered her mouth with the side of her hand, her tone conspiratory and judgemental. 

Tayce rolled her eyes, both fond and irritated. “Whory, be nice. She clearly likes it, let her have fun. She’s not hurting anybody.”

“She’s hurting my eyes.” A’Whora rebuffed, pursing her lips. “Not like you, though. You’re a sight for sore eyes tonight.”

Internally she was pleased, but played it off smoothly. It wasn’t like Tayce had cleverly thought out her oversized blazer and thigh-high boots combo with A’Whora in mind, of course not. It wasn’t like she’d tailored her outfit hoping for a good response from her… friend? What even was A’Whora besides a hot girl she’d known forever who she spent 50% of her time blatantly flirting back and forth with and 50% of her time denying that she was doing it?

Lawrence burst through the corridor in a flourish of colour to greet A’Whora and groaned, fanning herself with her hand. “Fuck me, I am sweating.”

Tayce blinked. “It’s October. There’s no way you’re hot, in October, in Scotland.”

“Not from the heat, fuckin’ braindead supermodel. From the weight of the crushing sexual tension in this room.”

She looked pointedly between A’Whora and Tayce, neither of whom were particularly shocked by Lawrence’s openness, having grown used to it. However, in an embarrassingly same wavelength move, both girls cocked an eyebrow.

“Aye, I’m talking about you, pinchin’ your Botox lips at me Miss A’Whora the Explorer.”

A’Whora shook her head. “The cheek! Cheek of you to suggest that something’s going on here.”

“Not sure where you’re getting your sources from, but I’d consider leaving The Sun’s team out of your investigations,” Tayce added, A’Whora trying and failing to conceal her smile as Lawrence playfully whacked her arm.

“Get to fuck with those accusations. You carry on living out your little Gavin and Stacey storyline and I’ll go ask the Pope if he’s still shitting in the woods or if bears are still Catholic. Have fun ya fucking lesbians.”

As she disappeared back into the living room, where Bimini had started blasting something with a heavy, pulsing beat, A’Whora turned back to Tayce with an offended look on her face.

“Did that William Wallace wannabe just imply that I’d be the man in the relationship just because I’m English?” She asked, reeling backwards. “Fucking cheek!”

Tayce laughed. “Well, you don’t have legs like mine…” She trailed off, predicting A’Whora’s outburst.

“Hey! Listen, we’d be a great Naomi and Kim, so shut your beautiful face and stop seducing me with that gorgeous accent.” She paused for a second, thinking, and then blinked. “I mean Naomi Campbell and Kim Kardashian, I realise that sounded like something different…”

Tayce looped her arm through A’Whora’s and started trudging down the hallway, making their way into the living room with most of the others. “I love that you think you’re anything like a Kardashian, babe. The Kylie lips maybe, but you’re no Kim.”

As the music grew louder and louder in their eyes, Bimini wrapping a drunk sweaty arm around them both and bellowing something inaudible, Tayce leaned in close to A’Whora’s ear and added, “I’d much prefer what you’ve got to what Kim’s got.”

That was the game; cat and mouse, a game of chase and coy avoidance. After that, she slipped away to dance with Asttina, sipping on her drink and trying to hide her eagerness. The next move was A’Whora’s, as they both knew, and she could play it whenever she wanted.

It was after maybe another hour of drinking and gushing with her friends about how beautiful everyone looked and how drunk they all felt that Tayce realised the atmosphere in Lawrence’s living room was a little too kind. Nothing wrong with that, of course, and a house full of drunk girls was basically the club bathroom scenario elevated to an extreme level, but a kind atmosphere meant that A’Whora had clearly gone into another room. Not good.

Making to find her, Tayce got all the way to the doorway before Ellie and Lawrence stopped her to chat about whether or not it would be stupid to play spin the bottle (it would) and whether or not they should all do some more shots (they did). Then I Wanna Dance With Somebody started playing, and by the first “Woo!”, she’d totally forgotten about her earlier mission, and ran back inside screaming and grabbing at Asttina to dance with her. 

She had to give Lawrence some credit, because her playlist was incredible. Nothing but banger after banger after banger.

About half way through Good As Hell, Tayce became aware of what sounded like shouting, underwater and garbled and messy. Though she carried on grinding against Asttina and singing along to Lizzo’s affirmations, her head checked out a little as she tried to focus on the background voices over the blaring music. It proved to be quite the struggle, being as drunk as she was, but as it turned out, she didn’t need to pay too much attention, as she wasn’t the only one that had noticed.

By the time Tia was standing outraged in the living room doorway, all eyes were on her. She looked furious, cheeks red and eyes spilling over, her fists clenched and trembling.

Lawrence quietened the music.

“So, were you gonna tell me that you all think I look like shit or did you nominate A’Whora to be the nasty cunt she usually is?” She looked down at her dress, back up, and choked back a sob. “Fuck off, the lot of you.”

Immediately, half the room started to follow her with choruses of love, their words getting tangled in a web of you’re beautiful and she doesn’t speak for us and A’Whora’s just a bitch and I like it! 

The living room felt significantly emptier with just Lawrence, Ellie and Tayce in it, the three of them frozen staring at the doorway like they couldn’t believe it had finally kicked off. After a few moments, The 1975 now playing at an awkwardly low volume, A’Whora passed the living room, peered inside with brimming eyes, and broke into a run. 

Tayce followed her on instinct, leaving Lawrence and Ellie behind. Her heart sank as she rushed through the house; one part of her took in the group of girls gathered in the kitchen, their arms hooked over a crying Tia, their tongues slicing away at A’Whora’s character with every dirty look that they sent in the direction of the now wide-open front door. 

As bad as she felt for Tia, no one was going after A’Whora. And maybe that made sense, but Tayce had never cared too much about making sense - not when it came to her. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to go too far. A little way down Lawrence’s street, a familiar figure was sitting crumpled over on the curb, her face hidden in her hands, head leaning against the lamppost under which she was illuminated. Like an angel, Tayce thought. Like a sad, stupid angel. 

“Whory. What did you do, babe? I wanna hear it from you.”

A’Whora looked up. Flecks of black mascara stained around her eyes, the shadows beginning to smudge into the eyeliner from her tears, and her lip trembled. She lowered her head, prompting Tayce to sit down on the curb next to her, legs stretched out into the empty road. 

“I told her the dress was fucking ugly, because someone’s gotta do it. I was just trying to help but I know that was an asshole thing to say and I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.” 

Tayce blinked. She hadn’t expected the remorseful part of A’Whora’s answer, if she was being honest. She usually never gave in, never admitted defeat, proudly shrugged off any offence caused while Tayce tried to interject some kindness into her. It never worked, which she’d always found frustrating, but now it was unsettling that it had. 

“I mean, I’m right. She looks like the embodiment of the fucking kid’s section of a TK Maxx.”

Tayce kissed the side of her head, A’Whora responding by resting it on Tayce’s shoulder. “I thought she was the Year Nine girl in her mum’s choice of Pretty Little Thing dresses?” She teased gently. To her relief and simultaneous heartbreak, it received a short, wet laugh. 

“I didn’t expect her to - to rip into me like that. Like she did.” 

“What happened?”

“She stood up for herself. Which is good, right?” A’Whora sniffed. “She told me I’m a vapid self-absorbed little bitch, and that she can change her shitty fashion sense while I’ll be stuck with my fake face and dog shit personality for the rest of my life. And that at least our friends like her, ‘cause they barely tolerate me.”

Tayce squeezed her eyes shut and hugged her tighter. “You gotta understand she’s coming from a place of hurt, darling. I know you know this, but you have been pretty mean to her in the past.”

A’Whora nodded weakly, throwing up a peace sign. “Karma,” She sang, the humour in it betrayed by her wobbly voice. “I deserved it, but… I didn’t realise it would hurt this much. Especially because she’s right.”

“She’s not right,” Tayce cut in immediately, a little surprised by her own fierce defensiveness. “She was just angry and upset.”

A moment of silence fell as A’Whora lapsed into thought, her face still smushed into Tayce’s shoulder. She scuffed her shoes into the stones gathered at the edge of the curb, kicking them into the road and scraping her heels into the gritty dirt. As cold as the night was, Tayce could hardly feel it with A’Whora so close.

She laughed bitterly. “Tay, look at us. Do you see any of our other friends out here? No, they’re all telling Tia how much they love her. Because they do. And I’m the nasty fucking bully that won’t go away so they just put up with me until I give them a reason to talk shit.”

“That’s not true, Whory. Sure, we gotta work on controlling that lip of yours, but the girls still love you.” Tayce paused, and then peppered a few more kisses to the top of her head. “You may be a bitch, but you’re my bitch.”

“Kinky,” A’Whora giggled, softening into her side. “You still like me?”

“I always like you.” Tayce whispered. 

Above them, the orange street lamp flickered and turned off, casting them into darkness. A crescent moon shone just above them, partially covered by clouds, and the night was quiet. Tayce leaned back, pulling A’Whora with her, until both girls were laying down, half on the pavement and half into the road, their arms around one another and heads facing the sky. A lifetime or even a minute could’ve passed as they just watched the stars, endlessly fascinated by the tiny pinpricks of light, but when Tayce turned her head, it struck her that A’Whora’s eyes sparkled better than any night sky she’d ever seen.

“I should apologise to Tia.” A’Whora murmured.

“Tomorrow.” Their voices were barely above a whisper, something unspoken and sacred about maintaining the tranquility of the silent night. “Give her time to cool off.”

“And you promise you still like me?”

Her eyes were wide, hopeful. Their faces were so close it was no effort at all. It never was. 

Not with her.

The night - er, morning -  was a disaster, but A’Whora’s lips tasted like cherry gloss and her touch was soft and gentle, and maybe things didn’t always end badly. Maybe it would be okay as long as Tayce had A’Whora and A’Whora had Tayce. 

Maybe Lawrence fucking Chaney was right.

[jackiesarch]

Updated: February 9, 2020

Jacob Seed

don’t pretend you don’t love the pain — ao3 // tumblr

M | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Biting, Fluff, Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Content

She wakes to feather-light touch on the edge of her bottom lip, a sweep of sensation from the right corner of her mouth to the left.

happier — ao3 // tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Kid Fic, Domesticity, Mild Angst

Rook tells him she’s pregnant, and he loses his goddamn mind.

perfect — ao3 // tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Kid Fic, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Jacob nudges her awake early on a Sunday morning, long before the bunker is echoing with the sounds of daily life, long before anyone in their right mind should be awake.

on fire — ao3 // tumblr

E | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Established Relationship, Humiliation

If she bites her lip any harder, Rook is going to put her teeth straight through it. As it is, her incisors are digging a cut so deep that she can taste the familiar tang of blood flooding her mouth.

blood bank — ao3 // tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Established Relationship

The ground is wet and muddy under her shoes, her feet slipping with every pounding step she takes toward the Veterans Center.

carry you — ao3 // tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Established Relationship, Kid Fic, Guilt

He gets like this sometimes: quiet, brooding, despondent.

for the hundredth time, i’m not your babysitter — tumblr

G | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

“For the hundredth time, no. I am not your damn babysitter.”

you’re cute when you’re all worried — tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

He cannot sleep.

detention? again? — tumblr

G | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship, Teenage Characters

The hallway is quiet when Lucy trudges down it, lugging her heavy backpack with her.

audience — tumblr

M | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Content, Mentions of Voyeurism

Jacob’s grip is bruising as he shoves her against the wall, lips pressed to the side of her neck and thigh pressed tight between her legs.

the days — tumblr

G | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship, Teenage Characters

If the tennis ball hits her wall one more time, Lucy thinks she might crush it in her hands.

joy — tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship, No-Cult AU, Weddings

“Is this your backwards-ass way of asking me to marry you?”

tipsy kiss — tumblr

M | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Established Relationship, No-Cult AU, Drunkenness

Lucy presses him back against the counter and his mind reels.

chocolate — tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Established Relationship, Post-Bunker, Canon Divergent AU, Fluff and Angst

Everything in this new world terrifies her in a way she hadn’t expected.

laughing kiss — tumblr

T | Jacob Seed/Lucy Evans | Established Relationship, No-Cult AU, Fluff, Pregnancy

When he gets home from work, the white-walled nursery he’d left that morning is painted a bright, happy pink.

lucy evans and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day — tumblr

G | Jacob Seed/Female Deputy | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Humor

They’ve been putting off the grocery shopping for weeks now, and things are finally starting to get desperate.

John Seed

be alright — ao3 // tumblr

T | John Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries

She is tired and afraid, but she needs to see him. She needs to see if he is okay. Besides — being in the wrong place is a specialty of hers.

vilify — ao3 // tumblr

E | John Seed/Female Deputy | Pre-Canon, Vaginal Sex, First Time, Strangers to Lovers, Mild Dark Undertones

The first time she meets John Seed, Rook has lived in Hope County for all of three weeks.

burnin’ up — ao3 // tumblr

T | John Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationship, Fluff, Sick Fic, Domesticity

All her life, Rook has been pretty healthy, decently resilient, but this — this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to her.

forever — ao3 // tumblr

G | John Seed/Female Deputy | Fluff, Established Relationship, Pregnancy, No-Cult AU, Domesticity

She makes dinner. That’s how John knows something’s up.

high hopes — ao3 // tumblr

T | John Seed/Female Deputy | Fluff, Established Relationship, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort

He keeps escaping from the infirmary.

afterlife — tumblr

T | John Seed | Pre-Canon, Child Abuse

He is ten years old the day he dies.

chocolate — tumblr

M | John Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Content

Rook wakes on her birthday to an empty bed. She rolls over, mind hazy, and finds the spot next to her cold, the sheets rumpled and pillows scattered.

life is a highway and i’m always drunk, so i’m not driving — tumblr

T | John Seed/Female Deputy | Humor

It’s late when the radio crackles to life. John turns his head in its direction, curiosity peaking – there’s only one person who buzzes in on this frequency this late at night.

unforeseen (pt. 1) — tumblr

T | John Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationshop, Angst, Unplanned Pregnancy, Bunker AU

The minute the doctor confirms her suspicions, Rook nods politely, leaves the examination room, and takes brisk but measured steps toward her room.

unforeseen (pt. 2) — tumblr

G | John Seed/Female Deputy | Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Kid Fic, Bunker AU

Rook has to admit it: John is a surprisingly good dad.

hold my girl — tumblr

G | John Seed/Miriam Ford | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Kid Fic

All at once, Miriam is struck by how beautiful he is like this — quiet, pliant, peaceful.

Miscellaneous

insanity — tumblr

T | Joseph Seed, Female Deputy | Guilt, Dark Undertones

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome.

fireworks — ao3 // tumblr

G | Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, John Seed | Family Fluff

The sign out front is colourful, reds and whites and blues, proclaiming ‘FIREWORKS SOLD HERE’ in dark black lettering.

nightmare — ao3 // tumblr

T | Staci Pratt, Female Deputy | Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Canon

She was trained for this, but she never knew it would be so hard.

i can’t believe you don’t like disney movies — tumblr

G | Sharky Boshaw, Female Deputy | Humor

“I gotta say, Dep, I am just devastated,” Sharky says. His voice breaks the silence in the car. “Fuckin’ crushed, actually.”

an unexpected journey — ao3 // tumblr

T | Joel Miller, Ellie Williams | Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Injury Recovery

She knows it doesn't seem like it, but this is not a bad read.