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[wherethefigsfall]

Goodnight Prank:

Ellie Williams x fem reader (college au)

It’s a slow night in the dorm.

You’re cross-legged on your bed, hair damp from your post-shower crisis, your roommate whispering conspiratorially from her side of the room.

“Okay, okay—call her,” she says, phone already recording. “Just say ‘goodnight’ and hang up. I need to see this unfold.”

You roll your eyes but your thumb’s already hovering over Ellie’s name.

Ex.

Former situationship turned actual relationship turned heartbreak six weeks ago.

You hadn’t spoken since the fight.

Until now.

Your stomach flips with anxiety and despair.

You press call.

It rings once.

Twice.

“…Hello?” Her voice is cautious. Tired. You imagine she’s got one hand behind her head, sprawled in her bed in that shitty off-campus apartment. You imagine she’s wearing one of those wife beaters and some Nike sweatpants looking scrumptious as ever.

You suddenly want to crawl inside your own skin.

You clear your throat. “Hey.”

A pause. Then:

“Uh. Hi?”

Your roommate’s holding in laughter, hiding behind a pillow.

“I just… I was calling to say goodnight.”

Another pause. You stare at your duvet like it’s the answer to world peace.

Then Ellie laughs. Not mocking, not awkward. Soft. A real laugh—the kind you remember from when you’d say something stupid in a 7-Eleven at 2 a.m. and she’d giggle into your hoodie sleeve.

You were calling to say goodnight?” she repeats, a teasing lilt in her voice now.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, as if ripping off a Band-Aid. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…” she echoes, voice slower this time, careful. Then she adds, a little quieter: “Wait, is that it?”

“Yep.”

You hang up.

Your roommate screams.

You throw your phone down like it burned you.

She’s already diving to edit the TikTok, wheezing, “That was the most lesbian thing I’ve ever seen. You looked like you were gonna cry and throw up and kiss her all at the same time.”

You’re about to protest, say “it wasn’t that deep,” but your phone buzzes.

Els:

"wtf"

"why did that make my heart do a thing"

"i miss u"

You stare at the texts. Brain empty. Mouth dry.

Another buzz.

Els:

"can i call u"

You don’t respond. You call her instead.

She picks up immediately.

“Okay,” she says, already smiling—you can hear it. “What was that?”

You chew on your lip. “A TikTok trend.”

She hums. “Figures. You’re such a dork.”

“You sounded happy to hear me.”

“I was.” No hesitation.

You blink at the ceiling.

Ellie breathes into the silence for a beat.

Then she says:

“I miss hearing your voice. I miss our stupid walks. Miss that dumb pink cup you always made me fill up for you. I miss—fuck, I miss all of it.”

Your throat tightens. “You broke up with me.”

“Yeah, and I regretted it like five minutes later. I just— I freaked out. I didn’t know how to handle loving someone that much. Loving you that much.”

The room spins a little. Or maybe that’s just your heart doing cartwheels like an idiot.

“I still love you,” she adds, voice barely above a whisper.

Silence again.

Your roommate’s behind her laptop pretending not to eavesdrop but literally doing nothing else.

You exhale. “I miss you too.”

There’s a rustle on her end. “Can I come over?”

You nod before realizing she can’t see you. “Yeah.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

You hang up, phone pressed to your chest, heart hammering like it’s back in freshman year.

Your roommate raises an eyebrow. “So…?”

You look up, dazed. “We’re lesbians. We’re back together.”

She fist-pumps. “Called it.”

⸻

Ten minutes later, there’s a soft knock at your dorm door.

You open it.

Ellie’s standing there in grey sweatpants, that damn wife pleaser you used to steal, and a look that says please don’t make me go back home tonight.

You don’t say anything. You just pull her in.

Her arms wrap around you like she’s home. She smells like weed and vanilla and safety.

“I still have that pink cup,” she mumbles into your hair.

You laugh. “Shut up.”

She pulls back slightly to look at you. “So… are we good?”

You press your forehead against hers. “Say goodnight first.”

She grins. “Goodnight, baby.”

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Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

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If this is too hard to read, imagine living it.

No one’s talking about Palestine anymore.

The airstrikes aren’t trending. The rubble isn’t photogenic enough. The activists that were dragged off the streets in Israel and locked away for demanding an end to genocide? No one’s asking about them. No headlines. No hashtags. They’ve been swallowed up by the silence.

This is what happens when it’s no longer fashionable to care.

People forget. Not because it stopped happening—but because it stopped being new.

Palestine is still burning.

Children are still buried beneath cement.

Families are still counting the bodies of loved ones, day after day after day.

But if it’s not flashing across someone’s feed with a Spotify playlist and a neutral-toned infographic, it doesn’t exist to them.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, ICE is dragging people out of their homes.

Mothers. Fathers. Queer immigrants. Children.

Detained. Disappeared. Forgotten.

And the influencers? The ones who had so much to say in 2020? Silent.

Too busy filming “day in my life” videos in $300 activewear to talk about actual people being deported in their own neighborhoods.

Too worried about brand deals and algorithms to mention the fact that there are literal raids happening right now.

Not a whisper.

They’ll wear a shirt that says “Be Kind” but they won’t say “Free Palestine.”

They’ll make a TikTok about “good energy” while someone gets shoved into a van down the street.

They’ll post about self-love but not about state violence.

Because comfort is addictive.

Because platforms become prisons.

Because caring too loudly is “bad for engagement.”

And the media? Complicit.

Newsrooms have gone quiet. Gaza isn’t headline-worthy anymore.

It’s too “messy,” too “controversial,” too “draining.”

It doesn’t sell ad space like the Met Gala does.

But you know what?

It’s not too messy for the people living it.

It’s not too draining for the children who can’t sleep because of the drones.

It’s not too complicated for the people ICE is ripping from their families in LA.

So no—this isn’t easy to read. It’s not supposed to be.

If it’s hard to scroll through this, imagine living it. Imagine surviving it. Imagine waking up every single day knowing the world will move on without you, while you are still grieving, still resisting, still screaming into a void that only echoes back silence.

If you have a platform, use it. If you have a voice, raise it.

And if you choose not to—

Don’t pretend you care.

Don’t wear the shirt.

Don’t post the rainbow.

Don’t light the candle.

Don’t tweet about mental health or kindness or “allyship” if you won’t talk about deportations, if you won’t say Palestine, if you won’t name the violence you benefit from.

This isn’t about what’s trending.

This is about who’s dying while you scroll past it.

And no, you can’t look away forever. One day, that silence will come for you, too.

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Go home

Ellie Williams x fem reader

Established relationship (college au)

An: hii sorry for being mia I had a bit of writers block but now I'm obviously back 4 pride happy pride month my lgbtq+ baddies

Ellie’s been wrapped around you for the past forty minutes. Literally. Her arms are slung across your stomach, her face buried somewhere between your neck and the pillow, legs tangled with yours like she’s trying to merge souls or something. The room is warm and quiet, with the faint hum of your laptop playing some random show neither of you are actually watching.

She hums into your skin. “You smell like me.”

“That’s because im in your hoodie,” you mumble, not looking away from the screen.

“Oh. Right.” She grins, voice muffled. “Cute.”

You feel her smile against your shoulder, followed by the soft press of her lips just under your jaw. Then again. And again. She starts trailing tiny kisses up your neck, slow and lazy and affectionate in that way she gets when she’s tired but trying to act like she’s not.

You squint at her. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing my girlfriend. Problem?”

“Feels suspicious.”

She snorts. “What, I can’t be in love on a Tuesday?”

You don’t answer. You just sit there, letting her cling, letting her be soft, while you plot in silence.

Because Ellie’s been like this all day. Clingy. Mushy. In-your-space but in a sweet way. She kissed your knuckles earlier at lunch. Bought you a cookie “just because.” Told Jesse she couldn’t hang because she had “quality girlfriend time” planned.

So yeah. Obviously, you had to ruin it.

You turn a little, enough to look her in the eye.

You’re quiet,” Ellie mumbles, her voice low against your collarbone.

“I’m thinking,” you say.

She shifts a little under the blanket, tightening her arm around your waist. “About what?”

“About how you’ve been glued to me all night. You haven’t moved in like, an hour.”

She lifts her head just enough to give you a lazy smile. “Comfort is comfort.”

You glance at her. “You’re smothering me.”

“I’m literally just laying here.”

You turn to look at her fully, keeping your voice as flat as possible. “Ellie. Go home.”

She freezes. Her smile drops slightly. “…Wait, seriously?”

You keep your expression neutral. “Yeah. You’re annoying me.”

For a split second, she looks genuinely unsure if you’re joking.

Then you raise an eyebrow, and she catches it—your deadpan slipping just enough to give you away.

She narrows her eyes. “You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

You nod. “I absolutely am.”

Ellie exhales sharply and flops onto her back, the blanket pulling with her. “I was being so nice.”

“You were. It was suspicious.”

“I was literally cuddling you.”

“Exactly.”

She stares at the ceiling. “I should leave.”

“Okay.”

“…But I won’t.”

You smile, reaching over to pull the blanket back over both of you. “Didn’t think so.”

Ellie laughs, but it’s soft now—half-asleep, half-in-love.

She doesn’t say anything after that. Just lets her hand find yours under the covers and keeps it there like it’s second nature.

And maybe you don’t say anything either, but you squeeze her fingers, just once, so she knows you didn’t mean it.

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“Don’t Call Me That (Unless You’re Mad at Me)”

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem!reader

AU: College AU, established relationship

Length: ~1.7k

You’re sitting on the couch trying to salvage a half-baked group project presentation that’s due tomorrow, staring at a slide that literally says “Capitalism be wild” in bright pink font when Ellie walks in and drops her keys like she wants an audience.

She kicks her shoes off too aggressively and flops onto the couch next to you with the dramatic sigh of someone who just got dumped and evicted in the same day.

“Don’t ask,” she says, already face-down into the cushions.

You don’t. You just glance at her and go back to the war crime that is your shared Google Slides.

She rolls over. “You’re seriously not gonna ask what happened?”

“No,” you say, deadpan. “I assume it’s mildly inconvenient. Like your favorite pen ran out.”

Ellie sits up and blinks at you. “Okay, rude. But kind of accurate.”

You smirk, still not looking at her. “Shocking.”

There’s a pause. Then—

“Ellie, what happened,” you mutter without looking up.

Another pause. Then a sharp inhale.

“You just called me Ellie.”

Your fingers freeze over your trackpad.

“…Yeah?”

“No baby? No babe? No ‘you absolute freak’?”

You look over at her. “I literally just said your name.”

Ellie squints at you like she’s trying to determine if you’re possessed.

“You never call me that unless you’re annoyed with me.”

You blink. “I’m not.”

“Liar.”

You finally set the laptop aside. “I’ve been staring at Comic Sans for forty minutes. If I sound irritated, that’s why.”

Ellie’s already climbing over you like a cat determined to be in your way. She sits sideways in your lap and rests her chin on your shoulder.

“I just think it’s kinda harsh,” she says casually. “Dropping government names like we’re not in love.”

You snort. “You’re so dramatic.”

She shrugs. “I’m sensitive.”

“No, you’re a menace”.

“Menace with standards,” she mumbles, half-buried in your hoodie. “I still expect to be called baby.”

You glance at her, unamused. “You’re getting nothing until I make it through this slideshow without ripping my hair out.”

Ellie groans. “Wow. So this is how it ends. Cold shoulder over Google Slides.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You watch one psychology TikTok and now you think you’re a licensed therapist.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Okay, Dr. Williams.”

“I like the sound of that,” she says, sitting up straighter. “Say it again.”

“Only if you stop talking.”

She squints. “You’re being so cold to me today. Is this about the last slice of pizza last night? Because I genuinely didn’t know you wanted it.”

“I didn’t. But now I do, retroactively.”

Ellie looks offended. “You can’t just claim food in hindsight.”

“You can if you’re petty.”

Ellie huffs but doesn’t move from your lap. Instead, she hooks her arms around your neck.

“I liked it better when you called me gross pet names in front of your friends.”

“You mean when I said ‘hey loser, come here’ and you acted like I gave you an engagement ring?”

“Exactly.”

You laugh softly and tilt your head forward until your forehead bumps hers. She smiles, eyes closing, her whole body softening against you like it always does when you’re quiet like this.

“You’re so annoying,” you say gently.

“Say it nicer,” she murmurs.

You lean in and kiss her cheek. “You’re my favourite headache.”

She opens one eye. “Still not ‘baby,’ but I’ll allow it.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re really gonna act like this over a nickname?”

“Yes,” she says immediately.

You tilt your head. “What if I started calling you something worse? Like El.”

She physically recoils. “Don’t you dare.”

“El.”

“I swear to god—”

You grin. “E-dawg.”

“Stop.”

You’re laughing now, and she’s pretending to be offended but already smiling, already giving herself away.

You shift slightly, readjusting your laptop and giving her a half-hearted pat on the thigh. “If you get up and make popcorn, I’ll call you baby.”

She considers this like it’s a high-stakes negotiation.

“Movie night?”

“Yeah.”

“Your pick or mine?”

You pretend to think. “Yours. But nothing that’s, like, sad for no reason.”

“Fine,” she says. “But if I see one more Google Slide with neon fonts and drop shadows, I’m unplugging the router.”

“Deal.”

She finally gets off you and heads toward the kitchen, mumbling something about kettle corn.

You reopen your laptop, adjust the disaster of a slide, and call out casually, “Thanks, baby.”

There’s a pause, then—

“I forgive you!” she yells from the kitchen.

Of course she does.

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“Current Gf Prank”

Ellie x fem reader (established relationship)

You’re filming a vlog.

Well kinda.

You’re in Ellie’s car, she’s driving you to Target like the diva that she is, and you’re half-documenting, half-oversharing on TikTok like it’s your job. The phone’s propped up on the dashboard, front cam on.

“Hey guys,” you say into the camera sweetly, “just running some errands… and I’m here with my current girlfriend.”

You don’t even look at her. You just let it hang in the air.

Ellie’s hand tightens immediately on the wheel.

She blinks. Glances at you. Then at the camera. Then back at you.

“…I’m sorry,” she says, “your what girlfriend?”

You keep filming, completely straight-faced. “My current girlfriend and we’re going to target yay.”

Ellie scoffs. Loudly. “Nah. Pause. What do you mean current? Like—current as in limited-time offer?”

You hold in your laugh. Barely.

Ellie fully turns to the camera mid-driving. “If I’m the current girlfriend, then who’s the next bitch, huh? Where’s she at? Lemme meet her. I’ll pick her up too. We’ll all go to Target. Group trip.”

You start cracking up. “Babe, please—”

“No! You just called me a placeholder in 4K!”

The comment section in your head is already losing it.

“ellie threatening the next girlfriend when there isn’t one is peak”

“current girlfriend but built like an endgame one”

“not her offering to carpool with her own competition”

You finally break, dropping the act. “It’s a TikTok trend, baby. I’m messing with you.”

Ellie looks at you. Then the camera. Then back to you.

“…Cut the cameras. Deadass.”

You’re giggling so hard you can’t breathe. Ellie shakes her head, but she’s smiling.

“Current girlfriend,” she mutters. “You’re gonna be my ex girlfriend if you keep playing like that.”

You pause, then grin.

“So you’re saying there is a next girlfriend?”

She groans. “Get out. Walk to Target.”

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“Do you ever wish you liked girls Prank”

Ellie x fem reader (established relationship)

You’re lying on Ellie’s bed aka your bed, with your cracked phone propped against a Hydro Flask, recording secretly for TikTok. Ellie’s at her desk, sketching in that weirdly intense way she always does when she’s zoning out to some sad-ass Phoebe Bridgers playlist.

The room is calm and peaceful. Perfect for war.

You clear your throat, all nonchalant.

“Babe?”

Ellie hums, not looking up. “Mmh?”

You chew your lip, fighting a smile. Then drop the line:

“Do you ever wish you liked girls?”

She freezes. Pencil mid-stroke. Neck tensing like she just got hit with a tranquilizer dart.

“…What?”

You blink at her innocently. “Like…sometimes I think your life would be easier if you were into girls, you know?”

She turns around in the chair so slowly you swear it’s cinematic. Eyes wide. Offended. “I’m literally dating you right now.”

“Right,” you nod. “But like…imagine if you actually liked girls like a lesbian.

Ellie’s jaw drops. “HELLO? What the fuck do you think I am? A moderately masc lamp?”

You shrug. “I mean you’ve got some androgynous energy but that’s not the point.”

“No, babe, that is the entire point—what do you mean, ‘imagine’ if I liked girls? What do I like then? Chairs? Socks? Men?!”

You snort but keep your face straight. “I don’t know…sometimes I just wish you could experience that. You know. Liking a girl.”

Ellie is standing now. Hands on hips. Fully spiraling.

“I’m literally the one who said you looked hot in your flannel and then tried to make out with you in the middle of Whole Foods.

You shrug again. “I just think it’d be interesting.”

Ellie stares at you like you’ve just confessed to being a Republican.

Then:

“Take it back.”

“What?”

“Take. It. Back. I do like girls.”

You tilt your head. “Do you?”

She walks over, grabs your face in both hands, and kisses you square on the mouth. “There. Proof.”

You’re laughing now, breaking character as she climbs on top of you, still dramatically offended.

“I swear to god,” she mumbles into your neck. “I’m filing a complaint. This is emotional abuse.”

You stop recording and hold up your phone.

“I was pranking you, silly.”

Ellie looks at the screen. Looks at you. Then flops face-first into your chest with a muffled, “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Against my will.”

You upload the video two minutes later. It gets 1.3M views in 6 hours. The comments are flooded with:

“Replied to your story 🖕”

“Congradufuckinglations 😒”

“ellie is so easy to ragebait”

She pretends to be mad but hearts every single one.

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“I’m so hungry I could eat”

Ellie x fem reader (established relationship)

AN: hii if you like these one shots pls give me some ideas for more as I’m trying to be active <3

You’re laying on the couch, legs tangled in a blanket you definitely stole from Ellie’s side of the bed, watching some trash TV and waiting for her to come back from the kitchen.

Your stomach growls. Loudly. You groan.

“I’m so hungry I could eat Abby Anderson,” you say to Ellie who’s in the other room as a joke thinking she wouldn’t hear you.

Unfortunately for you, Ellie walks in at that exact moment. Holding your favorite chips. And a juice box. And suddenly she stops in the doorway like she just caught you cheating.

“I’m sorry. You could WHAT?”

You look over your shoulder. “Relax, baby. I’m just starving”.

She narrows her eyes. “Out of everyone in the world, you wanna eat fucking Abby?”

You grin. “She looks high in protein. Girl’s shredded.”

Ellie drops the chips on the counter. “You know what? Starve.”

You blink. “You’re joking.”

“Oh, I’m so serious,” she snaps, walking over dramatically and snatching the blanket off you. “That’s your type now? Biceps and bad breath? You want someone who could throw you across the gym?”

“I mean,” you say, teasing, “sometimes being manhandled is kinda—”

“NOPE.” She cuts you off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I’ll literally kms.”

You laugh, expecting her to drop it.

She does not drop it.

Instead, she climbs onto the couch with the energy of a cat who’s been ignored for five minutes too long, throws herself across your lap, and groans into your stomach like you mortally wounded her.

“I bring you snacks, I kiss you good morning, I let you wear my hoodie that still smells like me, and you wanna eat fucking Anderson?”

“Baby I’m literally just joking.”

“I’m hurt, she’s literally mid”.

You snort. “Oh my god, you’re being insane.”

“I’m being betrayed,” she says, refusing to move off you. “Hold me or I’ll start cryingtl.”

You roll your eyes but wrap your arms around her anyway, because dramatic, clingy Ellie is also very warm and very cute.

She mumbles into your hoodie, “If you ever leave me for Abby Anderson, I’m joining a cult. Or dying my hair blonde. Maybe both.”

You kiss the top of her head. “I love you, dummy.”

“You better. I know where you sleep.”

A beat.

“…In your bed.”

Another beat.

“With me.”

She lifts her head and narrows her eyes. “Exactly.”

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“used to be mine”

College au Ellie x fem reader (Angst) ft Abby Anderson

A:N my first angst also this is a little longer so lmk what u think about the length and pls pls give me suggestions <3

Ellie use to walk you to class.

She’d show up outside your dorm with her sketchbook under one arm and two coffees in hand, the cup she handed you always marked with some little doodle—stars, mushrooms, once even a tiny portrait of you.

You were hers. She was yours. There wasn’t a name for the kind of closeness you shared—like gravity, or something that bloomed in silence. Not loud. Not showy. Just you and her against everything.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

⸻

College had a way of shifting things.

First it was the late nights. Ellie saying she needed to finish a project, or meet up with Dina and Jesse, or that she just forgot. Then came the empty replies to your texts, her kisses that felt distracted, fingers tracing your skin like she was somewhere else entirely.

You started noticing how she’d only touch you when you reached out first.

The space between you stretched like a rubber band, tight and threatening to snap. But you held on. You told yourself this was normal. That people got tired. That love sometimes just needed patience.

Still, it hurt.

How she stopped noticing when you were quiet. How she’d forget your favorite songs. How she didn’t say “I love you” unless you said it first—and sometimes, not even then.

⸻

You didn’t expect Abby Anderson.

She wasn’t a threat. She was just someone in your ethics seminar who asked thoughtful questions and offered to walk you home when it got dark.

But then you laughed at something she said—really laughed—and you realized how long it had been since anyone looked at you like you mattered.

Not just like you were familiar. Or convenient. But like you were seen.

Abby didn’t flirt. She didn’t try to slide in between you and Ellie. She just showed up. Steady. Kind. Reliable.

And that terrified you more than anything.

⸻

The night it ended was quiet.

You were sitting on Ellie’s bed, her room dark except for the dull yellow light from her desk lamp. She hadn’t looked up from her sketchbook in over an hour. You weren’t even sure she knew you were there.

So you said it. Softly.

“Do you still love me?”

The pencil in her hand paused. For a moment, it felt like the whole room did too.

She didn’t answer.

You nodded. Swallowed. Stood up and grabbed your bag like muscle memory. Your throat burned, but you didn’t cry. Not then.

Ellie still hadn’t looked at you.

You didn’t say goodbye.

⸻

The next time she saw you, you were with Abby.

It was unremarkable—just outside the campus café, a soft breeze rustling your hair, your head tilted as you smiled at something Abby was saying. You were wearing the hoodie Ellie left in your dorm, but you didn’t look like hers anymore.

You looked free.

It hit her then. In the gut. In the teeth. The way you used to smile at her like that. The way she used to be enough for you.

And now? She was just the girl who let you slip through her fingers.

⸻

Ellie didn’t say anything that day. Or the next. She watched from a distance as you laughed more, glowed more, existed more than you had in those final months together. Abby never held your hand in public, but she didn’t have to—she looked at you like you were the whole world.

Ellie used to look at you like that too.

Used to.

⸻

Weeks later, when the guilt caught up to her and she finally texted you—“can we talk?”—you didn’t respond.

She couldn’t blame you.

Some things rot too long to be revived.

Some loves don’t die all at once. They starve. They wither in silence.

And when Ellie finally realized she wanted to try again, to be better, to fight for what you had—it was already dead.

And you?

You had already started to heal.

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"Enhancing what’s already there”

Part 3- introverts dream (dealer ellie x fem reader, college au)

You and Ellie had been hanging out a lot lately.

Not in a “making plans” kind of way. It was more like… she just kept showing up. Dropping by with pre rolls and caprisuns. Sitting on your bed while you did literally nothing. Forcing you to sit with her while she studied. Sending you TikToks at 2 a.m. that made you laugh too loud and then texting,

> i’d say ‘come over’ but i’m already on your floor

She made herself at home, basically. And you let her.

So yeah. When she was sitting cross-legged in your room for the fourth time that week, stealing your gummy worms and bullying your mascara collection, it was just kind of normal.

“You seriously own six different types of mascara,” she said, holding one up like it was evidence in a trial.

“That’s restraint, honestly,” you replied. “I was one spiral away from owning a whole Sephora.”

Ellie snorted, tossing it back in your makeup bag. “I’ve never even used mascara.”

You blinked. “You’ve never done makeup? Like ever?”

“I mean, I’ve watched Dina put on eyeliner while threatening to kill a man, does that count?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

You gave her a slow, dramatic look.

“Oh my god.”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “No. Don’t do whatever you’re about to do.”

“I have to.”

“I swear to god—”

“Ellie.”

“I will leave.”

“You won’t. You love me.”

“That’s not legally binding.”

Ten minutes later, she was sitting on the floor in front of you, legs crossed, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands like a child forced into a salon chair. You sat across from her, knees brushing, makeup bag between you like a sacred ritual.

“This feels illegal,” she mumbled, watching you uncap a concealer tube.

“It’s literally not. I’m making you hot.”

“I am hot.”

"Let me enhance what’s already there.”

She rolled her eyes but went quiet when you leaned in and gently tapped concealer under her eyes with your fingers.

She stilled. Like… really stilled.

“Whoa.”

“What?”

“That’s… weirdly nice.”

“Told you. It’s just a gentle bonding moment.”

You were close now — not hovering, just sitting across from her, knees almost touching, one hand steadying her jaw, the other working quickly. Her skin was soft and a little warm, and she kept trying not to smile, which only made you worse.

“This is so domestic,” she muttered. “Should we kiss after or do taxes together?”

You grinned. “Shut up and let me give you fake freckles.”

“They’re already there.”

“Let me enhance the freckles, Williams.”

She sighed, like she was being tortured, but didn’t stop you.

You grabbed your highlighter stick and dabbed it on the tip of her nose, then tapped a bit along her cheekbones. She tilted her head slightly at you, like she was studying your face instead of, y’know, not panicking about how close you were.

“This is fine,” she said finally. “Totally normal.”

“Yep.”

“Very platonic.”

“For sure.”

You both looked anywhere but directly at each other.

Then you pulled back slightly and grabbed your phone. “Okay. Done. You’re beautiful. Say thank you.”

Ellie snatched the phone before you could snap a pic. “If you post this I’ll commit arson.”

“You’re literally glowing.”

“I look like a Bratz doll.”

“You look like a blessing.”

She looked at her reflection in the phone screen for a second. Then shrugged.

“…Okay but like. I’d date me.”

You smiled, soft and crooked. “Yeah. Me too.”

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Part 2: “So, This Is a Thing Now?”

Dealer ellie x fem reader (college au )

An: this is part 2 to "Introvert’s dream” don’t hate me .. it’s lowkey slow burn enjoy :)

Ellie showed up at your door in a giant grey hoodie, a beanie she clearly didn’t try that hard with, and holding a crumpled paper bag like it owed her money.

“Brought snacks. Don’t ask questions,” she said, deadpan, like this was a hostage drop-off and not her idea of hanging out.

You took it. “What is it?”

“Two cookies and a caprisun. I panicked.”

You laughed. “This is honestly the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Low bar?”

“Very.”

You ended up on your bed, side by side, not quite touching but definitely aware of it. You had music playing off your phone, the kind of songs you don’t really skip through, just let run in the background. Ellie was analysing your bookshelf like it was a personality test.

“Okay, serious question,” she said. “Why do you have four copies of the same book?”

You shrugged. “Different vibes. Different annotations. One of them has tear stains.”

Ellie turned to look at you, amused. “You scare me a little.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

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You spent a solid twenty minutes watching stupid TikToks, sharing earbuds, sometimes saying something dumb just to make the other laugh. Every now and then, your knees would bump, and neither of you moved away.

At one point, she handed you her hoodie with zero explanation.

You blinked. “You cold?”

“No, but you keep pulling your sleeves over your hands like a homeless orphan.”

You slid it on. “Wow. And they say romance is dead.”

“It looks better on you. That’s kinda criminal.”

You didn’t say anything. Just grinned down into the hoodie, sleeves past your fingertips.

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Later, when she was about to leave, you walked her to the door and stood there like an idiot, trying to think of something smooth to say.

Ellie beat you to it.

“This was nice,” she said. “Like… actually nice.”

You nodded, playing it cool. “Yeah. We should do it again. Next time I’ll supply the snacks. And better taste in cookies.”

Ellie smiled, leaning slightly closer. “Don’t push it. The crumbl cookies were elite.”

You didn’t kiss or hug or say anything dramatic.

You just stood there for a second, both pretending not to be staring, both quietly smiling, like:

Okay. This might be something.

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"Introvert’s dream”

Dealer Ellie Williams x fem reader (college au)

A:N i was thinking of making this into a series?

Ellie didn’t usually stick around after deals. She came in, handed off, dipped. Easy. She didn’t do party small talk, or mingling, or whatever weird drinking games required yelling and cheap vodka.

But tonight, something made her hesitate. And that something was sitting cross-legged on a armchair, chewing on the straw of a Capri Sun like it wasnt the most bizzare thing to do at a frat party. You.

Ellie watched you for exactly three seconds too long.

You noticed. Smiled.

“Lost?” you asked, eyes all curious and teasing.

Ellie stuffed her hands in her pockets. “No. Just… surprised they had actual juice here.”

You held up the pouch. “Limited edition. I fought a football player for it.”

Ellie huffed a laugh. “Worth it?”

“Depends,” you said. “You wanna split it?”

That’s how she ended up next to you on the armchair, knees knocking, sharing a drink like you’d known each other longer than five minutes.

You looked over. “So… what’s your deal? You’ve got this mysterious energy of someone who either writes poetry or sells weed.”

Ellie smirked. “I do both. But only one pays.”

You grinned. “Weed?”

“Tragically, yeah.”

There was a pause. Not awkward. Just… full of something light and buzzing. You shifted a little closer, your jacket brushing her sleeve.

“So what’s your pitch?” you asked. “If I wanted something chill. No spiraling.”

“I’ve got a blend called ‘Introvert’s Dream,’” she said, like she hadn’t just made that up on the spot and gave herself the ick in the process. “It makes everything kinda glowy. Music sounds better. People get quieter. You’ll forget you’re at a party within, like, five minutes.”

You tilted your head. “That sounds… really nice.”

Ellie looked at you then — really looked. Soft lighting, softer eyes. You weren’t like anyone she usually met during deals. You weren’t performative. You weren’t trying too hard. You were just… here. And warm. And really fucking pretty.

She reached into her pocket and handed you a small pre-roll, fingers brushing yours.

You blinked. “How much?”

She shook her head. “Free.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “You’re a terrible businesswoman.”

Ellie smiled. “I’m selective.”

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You ended up on the porch, sitting on a blanket someone had left behind, passing the joint back and forth as the sounds of the party got swallowed by the night.

You exhaled, your voice softer. “I usually hate these things. Too loud. Too many people trying to be interesting.”

“Same,” Ellie said. “But you’re not trying.”

You turned to her, half-shy. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“It’s a compliment.”

You nudged her shoulder with yours. “You’re kinda nice. For someone who allegedly writes poetry.”

She gave you a mock glare. “Allegedly?”

“Prove it.”

“Not on the first hangout,” Ellie said, smirking. “You gotta earn the bad metaphors.”

You smiled, all teeth and pink cheeks. “Fine. I’ll settle for another Capri Sun.”

Ellie laughed, soft and real. “Next party. I’ll bring one just for you.”

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Later, when you said you should head home, Ellie hesitated.

“Hey,” she said, scratching the back of her neck, suddenly unsure. “Can I text you? Or is that too… weird?”

You smiled.

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

And when you walked away, Ellie sat there for a second, hoodie sleeves tugged over her hands, wondering what the hell just happened — and kind of hoping it would happen again.

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“Not Jealous, Just… Observant”

Ellie Williams x fem reader (established relationship)

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She shuffled next to you like she’d just run a marathon, even though she’d walked, like, two blocks.

“Why are we up early for vegetables?” she muttered, yawning into her sleeve.

You glanced at her. Hoodie half-on, dark circles like she’d been in a war. “Because your entire diet is beef jerky and energy drinks.”

“They’re efficient.”

“They’re a slow death.”

She groaned but didn’t argue further, fingers finding yours as you stepped into the farmer’s market. It was crowded and full of chatter, fresh bread, herbs, people’s dogs in sweaters. Very normal. Very domestic. You loved it.

Ellie looked around like she was being forced to attend a seminar.

You led her toward a table stacked with strawberries that looked way too good to be real. “Look at these.”

Ellie blinked. “They look like strawberries.”

“They look perfect.”

“Still strawberries.”

You ignored her and dropped a basket into your tote, and that’s when she showed up.

She had the whole farmer’s market NPC aesthetic down. Flowy linen pants, vintage sunglasses, gold hoops. Probably made her own oat milk and saged her crystals on the full moon.

She picked up a tomato and smiled. “Careful, that one bruises easy.”

You glanced at her. “Oh—thanks.”

She smiled wider. “Pretty tomatoes for a pretty girl.”

You paused. Ellie did not.

She shifted slightly next to you, just enough that her body language screamed, try me.

“I work here sometimes,” the girl added. “You come here often?”

You opened your mouth, but Ellie beat you to it. “She’s does with me, her girlfriend.”

The girl looked at Ellie like she hadn’t noticed her until just now. “Cool.”

Ellie’s smile was polite, sharp. “Yeah. So cool.”

The girl gave a slow nod and drifted off with some excuse about peaches. Once she was out of earshot, you turned to Ellie, eyebrows raised.

“You good?”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Just saying. She was hovering.”

“She was being nice.”

“She flirted with you using tomatoes.”

You tried not to laugh. “You were jealous.”

“I wasn’t. I was—observing.”

You nudged her. “If I went back and asked her about those peaches—”

“I’d leave you here.”

You grinned. “Mm. Territorial.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t let go of your hand as you wandered past stalls selling bread, candles, jam, and way too many scented things. She muttered complaints the whole time but still let you pull her closer when the crowd got thick.

Then you saw her again. Tomato Girl. At the tea stand.

“Oh, hey,” she said. “Still here?”

Ellie exhaled sharply through her nose. “Yep. Still with me. Wild how that works.”

The girl stared for a second too long, then backed off again.

You turned to Ellie, amused. “You done?”

“I just don’t like when people pretend not to see me standing right there. It’s weird.”

You bumped her shoulder. “You’re so dramatic.”

“She was weird.”

“She complimented the strawberries, not proposed marriage.”

“She wanted you soooo bad.”

You laughed, and Ellie softened again, a hand on your back like she forgot she was mad.

“You know,” you said, “I probably could’ve gotten her number.”

Ellie stopped walking.

You smirked. “Relax. Kidding.”

She groaned. “You are so annoying.”

“I like seeing you flustered.”

She pulled her beanie down lower. “Next time we’re going to target.”

“Romantic.”

Still, she didn’t stop holding your hand the whole way home.

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AN: hii if you guys have any requests or prompts plss let me know :)

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“I’m not sleeping over prank”

Ellie Williams x fem reader (established relationship)

AN: my first proper fic let me know if you guys like it :)

Friday night.

Otherwise known as: the weekly ritual where you and Ellie pretend to hate each other while sharing garlic knots and aggressively cuddling like codependent raccoons.

She was currently starfished across her bed, one sock on, flipping through your sketchbook like she had an arts degree instead of mild commitment issues.

She paused on a page. “You gave this frog a six-pack?”

You didn’t even look up. “He goes to the gym.”

Ellie blinked at it. “Okay, but like. Why is he hot.”

“Don’t sexualize the frog.”

“I’m not trying to. He’s just… objectively shredded.”

You rolled your eyes. “I fear you.”

She tossed the sketchbook onto your lap like it was cursed. “Anyway. What movie are we watching tonight? I want trauma.”

You shrugged. “Actually… I think I’m heading home tonight.”

Silence.

Not dramatic silence. Not slow build.

Immediate, soul-leaving-the-body silence.

Ellie sat up. “Wait. What.”

“I’m just gonna sleep in my bed tonight.”

More silence.

“…Why.”

You pretended to check your phone. “Dunno. Just feel like it.”

She blinked at you. “Are you breaking up with me.”

“Oh my god.”

“No, be honest. Is this, like, a soft-launch breakup??”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “I just want a solo night. Do a face mask. Read. Maybe trauma dump into my Notes app.”

Ellie looked personally attacked. “You can trauma dump here. That’s what I’m for. That’s literally half my personality.”

You shrugged. “I want to romanticize loneliness for a sec.”

She squinted. “Is this about the mac and cheese?”

“…What mac and cheese.”

She avoided eye contact. “Nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Ellie.”

“I may have microwaved the foil one. It sparked. I panicked and threw it in the sink.”

“You tried to drown it?”

“It felt right in the moment.”

You stared. “You owe me five packs of Mac and cheese and a new microwave.”

She scoffed. “This is deflection. You’re leaving me.”

You sighed dramatically. “I’m not—”

“No, you don’t get to gaslight me. It’s Friday. You sleep over on Fridays. It’s the law. You signed a girlfriend contract and everything.”

You were full-on grinning now. “There was no contract.”

“There was. It was verbal. And sealed with garlic knots and kisses.”

You finally let yourself laugh.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. “Wait.”

You said nothing. Just smiled harder.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, flopping back onto the bed like you’d shot her. “You’re messing with me.”

“I was curious to see how unwell you’d get.”

“I spiraled,” she said, voice muffled into her hoodie. “I had a whole monologue ready. It was gonna be Oscar-worthy. I was about to sit dramatically on the floor and look out the window like a Victorian child.”

You leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You’re so dramatic for someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anything.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, but she turned her face toward yours like she wanted another kiss.

You gave her one. Just to be nice.

And also because you were wildly in love with her. But whatever. Not the point.

Ellie sighed. “You know this means war.”

You smiled against her skin. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, I will,” she said. “You’ll wake up one day and all your playlists will be replaced with Joe Rogan podcasts.”

You gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m petty and I have access to your Spotify.”

You pushed her off the bed. She dragged you down with her.

You both lay there, limbs tangled, absolutely not moving to go watch a movie.

“Can we still get pizza?” she asked, voice soft now.

“Obviously.”

“And you’ll stay the night?”

You nudged her side. “I was always staying the night.”

She exhaled. “Cool. Good. I’d pretend I didn’t care but I’d probably go sit in the dark and stare at the wall like I’m in an A24 film.”

You snorted.

That night, you stayed—of course you did—and she didn’t even try to steal the blanket. Which was her love language, really.

You didn’t say it out loud, but you kind of hoped every Friday stayed like this.

Weird. Warm. Dumb. Yours.

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Texts with Girlfriend Ellie Part 6

prank wars kinda?!

AN: any suggestions or comments are greatly appreciated :)) ALSO .. 2 posts in one day?!? (felt bad for ghosting this account for months lol) who is this DIVA💜

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Texts with GF Ellie Part 5

AN: bet u guys didn’t expect another post within the same month.. very short one my apologies 🤝 (new post coming in a few hourz be ready.. that is a warning xx) comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated:))

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Texts With Gf Ellie Part 4

AN: im so sorry divas for ghosting u guys i started uni and spiralled 😔🌈 (these are lowkey rlly shitty bare w me😈)