I have an idea, stay with me, jackienat as Max and Caroline from 2 broke girls.

1 2 3 i want yuri

i can't wait to rewatch heated rivalry again and again and again and again and

just wanted to let yall know that i’m still backing ronance. i’m not giving up. not after three years.

knuckle velvet!

chapter 3 : lana girl is a dyke???

twitter!stan!ellie x twitter!stan!reader

⭑ twitter smau. you and ellie are rival twitter stans who beef constantly until it becomes painfully obvious to everyone online that you’re actually flirting.

⭑ a/n: i’m sorry about these updates being so slow, ive been super busy recently :(

⭑ masterlist

⭑ previous | next

⭑ taglist: @elliexbuckets , @rijfjfufjfjfuc , @letmebeurbaby , @andreaaaxoxo , @mo0nnstarz , @girl-so-gay , @jul1ettt , @ellieskitty , @ar1-angel , @elliesngirl , @draculsstuff , @vahnilla , @emmyluvsclarkkent , @elliesdrummergf , @mari-ibarrafan69 , @yasmilks , @munequitaas , @alexaisalpha , @oneinameliann , @intheshadowofthestars , @lv-m3g4n , @sonotemma , @ch3rryishmyl0ve , @sharksandlesbianism , @musiclovingdyke , @iveromi , @vxsellie , @pleurspetal , @kkenzie002 , @angelz-void , @xiconix , @madsxh1022 , @cutflwr , @mamamianaaa , @layalisthings , @elsbunny <3

⋮ ⌗ dom!ellie, edging, teasing, oral! recieving, praise, consensual somno, top!ellie, recieving!u, fingering, mommy kink, degrading, strap on

.ᐟ.ᐟ ellie came home and you just looked too good to resist

tags: @silly-cass, @wasted9rain, @mumuming, @ar1-angel, @lorenbuecker5, @nikaaaaaapple, @luvrgrl07, @baeholic, @vahnilla, @elliesonlyfangirl, @charminglilly, @jackietaylor4ever, @foralltheprettygirls, @eduardalbbh, @wlfgymjunkie, @anais-jk, @oceangell, @baefolders, @xoxokhloee, @c3ruxi3, @viixlsss, @utterdevotion, @wontilly, @elliescoolerwife, @leeidk87, @cvpcakez, @ellienator, @minjishypeboy, @liartogirls, @abbyspinkytoe, @forsureski, @angelynn-nicole, @delicatekisss, @feelysbitch, @srinutris, @c-onvers, @georgiazcomet, @insullina, @ra1nbw, @muchmorecolderinantartica, @eatingandservingcunt, @welostheplot, @l0veylace, @writtenbysolya, @prettyforsevika, @ellieuvita, @ellieswilliamsgf, @elliewilliamsluvsstuff, @dv2ril, @jasminekalogeras, @fartsmella98, @coldlondonfog, @elliesssgf, @ickpups

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the tv buzzed quietly in the background, you were wrapped up in the blanket, freshly showered, the cold ac adding to the cozy atmosphere. the night felt perfect.

except for you constantly checking your phone. ellie had texted at 8:00 pm, explaining that she’d be late, some bullshit about last minute documents her boss had her finish up at the office, she said.

9:30 came and went, the minutes dragging as you waited, hoping for a call or message. but nothing.

you dialed ellie instead. around 2 or 3 times before she picked up.

"baby. its 9:45 pm. its really late."

"i know. i know. i just finished up here. had to reprint this file but the printer got jammed and-" she cut herself off with a sigh.

"you're right. im sorry. ill make it up to you once im home?"

"i can barely keep my eyes open."

"just..wait for me. 10 minutes. please."

your eyes grew heavy, and before you knew it, you were asleep, deep, peaceful sleep.

then, around 10:10, the door creaked open.

“honey? i’m home. got carried away.” she called out to you. setting her keys at the table.

but no answer. you were out cold, completely unaware.

ellie stepped into the bedroom, quietly. her eyes immediately finding you on the bed. the sight of you, your hair fanned out on the pillow, blanket half draped over you, your arms resting above your head, deep in your sleep made her pause.

the shirt you’d been wearing had ridden up just enough to expose your stomach, and of course, ellie noticed. her heart skipped a beat. her eyes growing with hunger.

your bra strap was also conveniently peeking out. and just as you turned over in you sleep, your shirt rode up even more.

fuck. she's had a long day. and with this in front of her? she couldnt be stopped.

she stood there for a moment, letting herself take in the sight of you, before quietly slipping her shoes off. she stood at the dresser, taking off her tie, eyes still glued onto you.

ellie quietly slipped into bed beside you, careful not to wake you. she took a moment to watch you, the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept. next thing she knew, she propped herself up on one elbow, while one of her hands came up to your hair. she kissed your neck slowly, leaving soft and subtle kisses.

you shifted slightly, acknowledging her, but still asleep. your hand draped over her back. "mm.." you mumbled. "my sweet girl. i'm home. need you badly." she said in between kisses.

you laid there, enjoying the soft kisses before eventually drifting back to bed. she kissed you slower, and harder, soft pecks turning into hickies. you'd squirm, your eyes still shut but she'd rub your arm or play with your hair to ease you.

"tastes so good. my baby's so sweet."

with a couple of new hickies on you, she kept kissing on you while she slipped her fingers into your panties. "ellie. what are you-" your eyes fluttered open as you adjusted to the dim room. "..fuck..honey. please? 5 minutes. you look too good." she pleaded. with nothing but a soft nod and eyes shut, she circled you clit as she continued kissing your jaw.

eventually though, your eyes opened as you felt her push a finger inside you. "baby hold on..wait..i just-" you were cut off by a moan as she started pumping her fingers back and forth. your slick coated her fingers as you whimpered softly, wrapping your arms around her neck and she licked on a hickey that was already purple.

she continued watching you. you let out soft whimpers as your hips buck up to meet her fingers. you eyes were dazed and half open, your lips parted as pretty sounds came out.

you were nothing but moans and whines but once you were close, she slowly pulled her fingers out. "shh..hold up." she said before kissing you softly on your temple, her fingers coming up to her lips as she licked her fingers clean, as if it was just normal.

of course she'd edge you.

"what? no..please. baby..i..you woke me up." you murmured to her, your fingers coming up to push her hair off her face, still clearly sleepy. she just smiled softly, played with your fingers.

"does my baby want more? hmm? tell me you want it." you nodded as reached for her fingers, guiding them to your clit.

she circled your clit and fingered you til you were dumb, your eyes filled with tears as she teased you endlessly. its been about 5 times, and you were pent up, frustrated and needed release. but you were no where near it. you were tired and groaned.

she moved to lay between your legs, her head between them. she played with your pussy, rubbing and carressing it, along with your thighs. it soothed you but once you were close to falling alseep, she dipped her tongue down into your hole.

you gasped as your hand flew to her hair, your hips moving up to meet her halfway and her eyes stayed right on you.

"..you look so good when you sleep." she murmured into your pussy, her voice and breathe against you making you go insane.

she was practically making out with you pussy. her tongue making sure to reach every single part of it. going as far as inserting it in. and god. you were half asleep but you swear you could feel her spelling her name out.

ellie williams.

her fingers and tongue played with your pussy, her fingers drenched in sticky white cum as you played with your boobs slowly. both of you were needy as fuck.

"ive been good. ive waited for you. please. just...once." you pleaded. but you were met with a soft, sweet smile before she slowed down and pulled away.

she withdrew once again, pulling your shorts and panties back up. you could feel your slick against your pussy.

"go back to bed baby, i'll take a shower. i love you"

you could hear her as she came out the bathroom. and once she came back in nothing but shorts and a sports bra, you just got even more wet.

"..please. im gonna fall asleep. just...finish me." your fingers came to your panties under the covers and you began plain on masturbating in front of her.

she smiled, drying her hair off with a towel in one hand. she sat at the foot of the bed before pulling the covers off.

you withdrew your hand, causing her to chuckle.

"no..put it back. i like it when you get like this."

you hesitate but pull your shorts down and rub on your clit. your breathing was shallow. she smiled as she watched you as she dried her hair.

"mmhm. just like that. keep that pace hon. nice and slow. yeah?" fuck. she was driving you insane.

she sat beside you, and started moving your hand, guiding you and kissing on your collarbone.

you came.

"shit."

"did i tell you to cum?" her voice was low and quiet as you felt her looking at you.

"no..but baby come on. you've been-"

she stood up and you groaned.

she rummaged through your dresser and eventually pulled out a long black strap. she draped her towel around her neck and put the strap on.

she took your hand and pulled you, placing you on your knees and hands in front of you.

"fucking impatient."

you felt the tip against you and you whined. you were overcome with frustration and have been overstimulated the whole night.

"go ahead babe. fuck yourself on it since your so impatient." she said.

your gripped the sheets, hesitating before she slammed into your ass, holding your bra strap to anchor you.

"come on baby."

⊹ ࣪ ˖ streamer!ellie x nichetiktoker!u pt.2

⋮ ⌗ ┆summary: ellie's a big streamer who plays minecraft, cod, overwatch and fortnite. your just a small tiktoker, who can barely crack 10k likes on a post, while she can do it so easily. but she takes interest in you.

.ᐟ.ᐟ word count: 1.7k

.ᐟ.ᐟ authors note: hi!! so uhm bear with me, i know this is like moving so slowly and is probably boring but i think parts like these are sooo cute and are better than jumping into things. but ofc, im open to comments so pls lmk is this is balls.

⋮ ⌗ ┆streamer!ellie, nichetiktoker!u, modern au, soft, slowburn.

“yall wish you were me” posted by you. tagged by her entire twitter following within seconds.

she refused to reply to it directly. no way. too obvious. too dangerous. too oh hey yeah i’m insanely down bad for you actually. she swallowed, her leg bouncing under the blanket. you were definitely talking about the ellie x y/n chaos. no doubt. no maybe. no denial left.

“ok… so you’re bold,” she whispered, dragging a hand down her face. “you’re actually bold bold.”

how tf did her following even find your twitter, considering your following wasn't that massive.

every rational part of her brain said not to reply. ignore it. pretend she didn’t see it. pretend she didn’t spend the past twelve hours thinking about your follow-back.

but her thumbs were already typing.

then deleting. typing again. deleting again. groaning into her pillow.

she tried to come up with something cool, smooth, unfazed, something that didn’t sound like her heart was doing backflips.

but nothing fit. everything sounded too thirsty or too boring or too cringe.

“god, why am i like this,” she muttered, tossing her phone aside. it bounced off her blanket and landed right back on her stomach, lighting up with new tags.

she grabbed it again, sighing dramatically. “fine. whatever. you wanna play? we play.”

she typed one more time, the words slipping out before she could second-guess:

she stared at it. it was subtle. it was flirty. it was vague enough to deny later. but everyone would know. you would know.

her heart hammered in her throat.

“okay… okay. whatever. yolo,” she whispered, and hit post before she could chicken out.

she immediately threw her phone across the bed and groaned into her blanket. goood she was probably airballing so fucking right now but who could blame her when you looked like that!

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ellie has been dreaaading opening stream, which she knows she has to start in like any minute now. and considering her discord stream has been pinging her non stop, dina and jesse are texting her about it, and just the entire shit she pulled? my girl was panicked.

her phone buzzes again. then again. then six more times in rapid fire.

she groans into her pillow. “noooooo… please just let me die in peace.”

she finally reaches over and grabs her phone, unlocking it with the resigned energy of someone walking into their own execution.

discord: 38 unread twitch: 99+ imessage “frauds 🐀”: dina (typing…) imessage “cod gremlins”: jesse sent a photo twitter: @ luhvbug liked your tweet

ellie freezes.

the air leaves her lungs all at once.

you… liked it?

you actually-

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

her phone buzzes again before she can finish her thought.

frauds 🐀dina: LMFAOOOOOOOOO ELLIE IM CRINEEEEEEE dina: WHY DID YOU TWEET LIKE THAT dina: YOU SOUND LIKE A 40 YEAR OLD MAN TRYNA FLIRT FOR THE FIRST TIME

jesse: you literally saw her yesterday how r u already PUBLICLY flirting w her jesse: u are so cooked

ellie: TRUST its not that deep ellie: besides its just a joke ellie: but like did i sound cool or not

jesse: fuck nah

dina: no

ellie: im blocking both of you

“blocked. both blocked,” ellie mutters, but she’s clutching her phone like a lifeline. her mind is spiraling. because if you liked it, then you saw it. which means you saw her attempt at flirting. which means you know. which means—

god that meant you knew how much of a loser she is, and you're probably laughing at her. yeah. that’s definitely it. you’re probably scrolling through replies right now giggling at how pathetic she sounds. how down bad she is.

her phone buzzes.

it’s a dm on twitter.

from you.

she swears her soul leaves her body.

she sits there staring at the screen, palms sweating. her heart is beating so hard she’s convinced she’s going into cardiac arrest.

y/n: subtle

y/n: its already 11:49. no stream tonight?

ellie chokes on absolutely nothing.

“OH MY GOD—”

she shoots off her bed so fast she nearly trips over her own carpet. she’s pacing now, hands on her head, hair sticking up everywhere, breathing like she just ran a marathon.

“subtle?? SUBTLE?? bro what does that MEAN,” she yells at her empty room. “is she calling me subtle?? or NOT subtle?? is it sarcasm?? god is she—”

she stops pacing.

her heart drops into her stomach. what if you hated it? what if you thought she was being weird? what if you regretted liking it? what if you were just joking? what if she just ASSUMED it was about her when in fact it wasnt?

her fingers hover over the keyboard in the dmwindow. she types.

ellie:idk what u mean btw

delete.

ellie:that wasn't about you

absolutely not. delete.

ellie: did it atleast work?

send.

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ellie groans, dragging herself out of bed, hoodie on, redbull in hand. she stares at the ceiling for a solid two minutes just to calm the chaos in her chest. her fingers twitch, wanting to check your profile again, but she smacks her hand on the desk. “no. do NOT do that right now. you’ll regret it.”

she finally clicks “start stream” and immediately trips over her own mic setup.

@ smellie has started LIVE "fornite master(baiter)"

“uh… hi guys…sorry for the delay, had issues with uhm..my mic?” she stammers. chat explodes.

iloverobinbuckleyyy: your mic or flirting with y/n??😭 manineeddd: fuck i was gatekeeping y/n janinee983: i ship grimrheapah: flirting on twitter is insane

she rolles her eyes. "oh come on. that was barely flirting chat. shes cool, and i saw my chance, whats the harm in that?" she says as her eyes dart around her monitor, she's choosing some fornite skin.

"i forgot i had that eleven skin. i saw like some bullshit edit of it on tiktok so im gonna wear it i guess."

ellie exhales hard, leaning back in her chair as the YOU PLACED #3 screen flashes in bright, mocking letters.

“third place,” she mutters, rubbing her face with both hands. “third. place. i’m actually garbage.”

chat has zero sympathy. of course.

pixelfiend: LMAOOOO NOT EVEN TOP 2 bunbunblaster: skill issue tbh softservekilljoy: she’s distracted… wonder why 😏 willoughbb: ure literal dogshit

ellie’s head snaps toward chat. “NO, okay. no. i died because that guy had a gold pump and was literally camping in a bush like a freak of nature. that’s why. not because of—” she stops herself.

too late. chat is already feral.

pippyluluuuuu: “not because of 😏” SAY HER NAME rosesinjune: we know ur blushing rn baeeeharborbutcher: yall see how fast she stopped herself?? IM SCREAMING

ellie flips her hair dramatically like she’s not sweating. “you guys are so annoying. actually the worst. actually certified haters.”

she queues for another match, trying to look unfazed but her knee is bouncing under her desk like she’s powering a generator. it takes a while, which prompts her to finallyyy open your dm, obviously acting like nothing's happening, like shes just scrolling through her phone.

y/n: sure it did

she lets out a soft laugh, looking at her monitor to see if shes qued up already, but shes not, so her attention is back at you.

ellie: you sound hella sarcastic

y/n: whattt no im not silly!!

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ellie has gotten barely better at pretending she’s normal. barely. because the past month? it’s been subtle flirting. quiet inside jokes. non stop messages, and banter that held tension. everyone knows about whatever you two had, but you didnt know if it was just for the cameras or not, but either way you played into it.

you've been on her streams every so often, watching her and how her chat basically attacks her, asking her nonstop about whats going on between the two of you. and she tries sooo hard to be nonchalant about it.

"yall just wanna be me sooooo bad cause you guys know i bagged a baddie" she said with her tongue out to chat as she opened up tiktok on her pc again. she's scrolling past her foryou page again, reacting to some vids.

there was one ranking characters of some marvel comic. "oh no way. hell no. why the fuck is yelena so low." she continues ranting about these characters before scrolling, and oh how lucky, a video of you pops up.

you in the most beautiful dress lip synching to who knows by daniel caesar. if it was even possible for her to fall harder, she just did. and she wasted nooo time in reposting it. besides fortnite edits and tiktoks about comics, you were her only repost. the only one that mattered.

ravensbabba: ugh get a room you two lilaclane: MY PARENTS snoopypoopy000: okay this is actually really cute

and to her suprise, you were actually in chat. your username pops up between the chaos, small and casual like you hadn’t just kicked her soul out of her body five minutes ago.

luhvbug: ellie babe that was so embarrassing pls 😭 luhvbug: why would u repost that immediately HELLO

“oh. my. god.” she whispers, then quickly switches to her streamer voice. “chat, chat— everybody relax. nobody act weird. be normal.” but ofc chat is never normal.

bellascomet: MOTHER HAS ARRIVEDDD twirrlette: guys theyre gonna start making out in front of us

message has been removed by moderator

mirawee: HELLO IS NO ONE HEARING THE USE OF BABE????!?!??! angelkae: holy ellie actually bagged ts im sorry for doubting u queen 😭

“okay first of all,” she says, pointing aggressively toward the screen, “that video was literally unfair. like, borderline illegal. babe you can’t just look like that and expect me to scroll past.”

luhvbug: you are down baaaad ellie williams luhvbug: but thank u babe :P

she just rolls her eyes with a soft smile. "okay cmon im booting up cod. everyone join." she tries to act like her heart isn't going a hundred miles an hour.

“god you looked like...oh my god. baby-” holy shit. BABY? she flails around like her arms suddenly forgot how to work, trying to mute her mic even though it’s not even on hotkey. “okay. okay. um. you looked nice. anyways.”

she stops herself before she overshares in front of 40k people and adds onto the fact she just called you baby.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ streamer!ellie x nichetiktoker!u

⋮ ⌗ ┆summary: ellie's a big streamer who plays minecraft, cod, overwatch and fortnite. your just a small tiktoker, who can barely crack 10k likes on a post, while she can do it so easily. but she takes interest in you.

.ᐟ.ᐟ authors note: this is erm my first time writing a fanfic, so pardon me if its literal horse shit, i know. buuut i think its a really cute storyline or plot. this was inspired by @welostheplot. please check her out, i fucking love her work. idrk how many chapters or parts this is gonna have, but if it flops then welp. and omg holy shit i had such a fun time doing the graphics pls appreciate nd ill kiss u

⋮ ⌗ ┆streamer!ellie, nichetiktoker!u, modern au, soft, slowburn.

“fuck! holy shit!” ellie blurts out, a shaky laugh spilling after as she tries but fails to hide the cocky little grin tugging at her lips when #1 victory royale flashes across the screen.

she’d been locked in for like twenty straight minutes, eyes narrowed, fingers flying over her keyboard like her life depended on it. her brows were drawn tight in full sweat-gamer mode, and when that win finally hit? yeah, she slumped back with a breathless grin, looking like she’d just proved a point no one even asked her to make.

she checks the time on her monitor. 2:12 am.

but she isn’t bothered. she’s been up way longer than this, and honestly, the adrenaline’s still buzzing in her veins. ellie rubs her eyes, blowing out a breath as she sinks deeper into her chair, the cushion practically swallowing her whole.

she opens tiktok on her pc, her usual cooldown between matches. the screen loads, and the very first video on her fyp nearly knocks the air out of her.

its you.

just you, casually lip-synching to some olivia dean song in your apartment, the golden lighting making everything soft and warm. her eyes catch on the loose waves in your hair, then your smile, bright and easy. and that outfit, a simple polka dot dress, but on you it looked stupidly adorable.

she replays it once. then again. she tells herself it’s only because she wants to know the song. or because your apartments nice. or something equally pathetic.

but she finally swipes past, forcing her hand to move even though her brain is screaming to go back.

yeah, you were gorgeous. obviously. but she wasn’t delusional—girls like you didn’t go for girls like her. not in real life. and besides, you probably didnt even like girls.

at least… that’s what she told herself.

chat, of course, saw it all. the way her eyes lingered a second too long. the tiny smile she didn’t catch. and even they were typing it nonstop, teasing, joking, half-hopeful.

but deep down, everyone knew the truth.

you were out of ellie’s league.

…or at least that’s what ellie believed.

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justajinxxx: thats my queen bruh bellascomet: leave y/n alone bellascomet: im gatekeeping her cassanderuhhh: airball of the century…

ellie waves her chat off, trying to sound casual. "bro, chill, i just… watched a video of some random girl," she says, letting out a breathy laugh as her ears heat up. "doesn’t mean i, like… want her or something. damm…"

makihanaaa: alright girl dayum😭 dragunovswife: right...right. bunniebaby: as if ilikegirls999: just nod and smile ig

she rolled her eyes, stretching her arms over her head, her toned stomach peering ever so slightly through her white tank top. she exits tiktok and boots up roblox now.

"alright chat ill ping jesse and dina to join and ill also turn on my joins but just for a second."

she continues streaming until 4:30 in the morning. "right so im gonna head out cause i have to do very responsible and serious adult stuff tomorrow."

@ smellie has ended live.

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as ellie brushes her teeth, eyes half-open, she squints at her phone and mutters, “okay… come on, brain… work with me here.” she taps and swipes, trying desperately to remember your username, her actual braincells being forced into overdrive for once.

after a few failed attempts, she finally stumbles onto your account. her lips twitch. “oh… there you are. little genius hiding in plain sight.”

y/n

@ luhvbug

1,021 following 10.2k followers 821.8k likes

god even your username was cute.

god, she knows her profile views are on, but honestly? she couldn’t be bothered to turn them off. and besides… where’s the fun in that?

she checks her own profile one last time, making sure there’s nothing remotely embarrassing lurking there. ten people followed. ten. and sure, her chat would absolutely notice if she followed you. but she’s half-asleep, and clearly good decisions aren’t happening tonight.

smellie

@ yourmomsfav

11 following 1.2m followers 18.2m likes

she scrolls past your videos. you’re definitely on a different side of tiktok compared to her, most of your content being lip syncs, fit checks, and little snippets of your life. she spits the toothpaste into the sink and dries her mouth, but her eyes are still glued to your profile. something about your aura, your vibe, pulls her in, besides the fact that you’re totally hot.

likeeee...totally hot.

before she could even contemplate or overthink it, she hit the follow button, her stomach twisting like she wanted to run a hundred laps around her tiny apartment.

“fucking idiot…” she muttered under her breath. she shut her phone off and tossed it onto the pile of clothes beside her bed. burrowing under the covers, she squeezed her eyes shut, heartbeat still buzzing in her ears. eventually, sleep claimed her, dragging her into dreams where maybe, just maybe, you were already there.

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the next morning, ellie woke up to her phone buzzing with her alarm. it was already 10:00 am, and god, this girl was definitely not a morning person. she rubbed her eyes, still adjusting to the harsh morning light.

grumbling, she grabbed her phone and groaned at the hundreds of notifications from twitch, twitter, and discord. but one notification made her heart actually skip a beat.

@ luhvbug followed you back

“dear god…” she whispered, sitting up against her headboard, rubbing her eyes like she needed to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. a small, involuntary smile tugged at her lips.

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@ smellie has started LIVE "cod night :P"

it’s 11:30 pm, and ellie’s twitch stream has just kicked off. she’s loading up cod, redbull in hand, taking a long sip.

“if u love me, guys, you’ll join,” she says with a grin, clicking away at her monitor while rambling about some comic she’d just read. “so, like… the plot twist in chapter five? genius. absolute genius.”

“wait—the newest… like… what do you call it? hard copy of the book is going for 45 bucks on ebay? hellooo? what kind of lunatic sells it for 45? it’s like twenty at most!” ellie blurts, leaning closer to her monitor, voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. "but like-"

she pauses, her eyes scanning over the chat in the corner of her monitor.

daniishpastri: YOO??? 😭😭😭😭😭 nikolai: HELLOOOO TWITTER??? jellysprinkles43: you aint slick whatsoever bigdihhaver: SEE WE CALLED IT BRO WE CALLED IT stellalovesyomama: yup they definitely are fucking message removed by moderator.

“huh?” she says as the game finally loads and she drops in. “hold up, let me cook. watch out, ‘cause i’m literally the goat.”

she starting to play, but chat is still talking about it, because the girl that they were teasing her about, she suddenly follows? seems like chat knows her better than it seems.

"LITERAL DOG WATER. WHAT DID I SAY IM THE GOAT." her cocky grin is on full display as she wins again. but as soon as she sees the chat her eyes widen. she clears her throat and tries to keep her composure, knowing shes been caught. red handed.

kiramountainsluvr: sure, act like nothing happened polkadot: DOESNT MEAN I LIKE WANT HER OR SMTHNG??? then follows her cheekygems: ellie williams follows 11 people… y/n being one bellascomet: guys i fucking called it

"oh come on. its just a follow on like fucking tiktok. dont make it...weird." she playfully scoffs. "not that big of a deal btw guys."

ellie rolls her eyes, snorting softly. “ugh, okay, chat, chill. it’s literally not a thing. i just… wanted to see what all the hype was about. geez.”

wndavsn: it is toooootally a big deal evilevie: you follow like dina, jesse, joel, maria, and an account that just posts clips of your stream 😭 fart6767mastah: how come she’s so special? 🤔🤔🤔

“alright, that’s enough.” she’s officially done with chat calling her out on her bullshit. “mods, mute chat for like… five minutes.”

ellie rubs the bridge of her nose, letting out a long sigh as she boots up another lobby. her fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating for just a second before moving. “okay, deep breaths… just play the game. focus. don’t think about literally anything else.”

“alright,” she mutters to herself, trying to sound more confident than she feels. “you got this, ellie. just… don’t die in the first two minutes like last time. that’s embarrassing.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

these past few days, the relentless teasing and constant y/n mentions had ellie absolutely dreading stream. god, why did she even have to follow you in the first place? but then she’d remember your face, that cute little smile you always had, and suddenly she’d catch herself… not really minding it at all.

but of course, you, y/n, weren’t stupid. you’d caught on to whatever ellie x y/n nonsense was blowing up on twitter. sure, it was confusing. ellie had a massive following, and you’d even watched one or two of her streams in the past, but honestly, that made it even more entertaining.

all of this was… insane. ridiculous even. but who were you if you didn’t have a little fun with it? you scrolled through the mentions and memes. maybe it was chaotic, maybe it was a little too much, but you couldn’t help yourself. sometimes, the best part of the internet was just leaning into the chaos.

ellie was lying in bed, doomscrolling for the past hour, half-buried under a blanket and letting her brain melt into the glow of her phone screen. it was supposed to be a chill night. quiet. uneventful.

that lasted about two seconds before she suddenly got tagged in a dozen notifications at once.

she frowned. “what now…”

when she saw the username attached to the tweet, her heart nearly jumped straight out of her chest. it was yours.

she immediately sat up, blanket falling off her shoulder as she tapped the notification with way more urgency than she’d ever admit. “no way… no way she actually tweeted something,” she murmured, thumb hovering before she finally opened it.

and there it was.

and worst of all, you clearly knew what you were doing.

whatever it was, it was enough to send twitter into a meltdown and enough to make ellie’s brain shut completely off.

her jaw hung open. “bro… you did not just… oh my god.”

she flopped back onto her pillow, covering her face with her free hand. her heart was hammering so fast it was embarrassing.

“this is actually happening. i’m gonna die. i’m literally gonna die.”

because now she had to respond.

and that thought alone nearly sent her straight into orbit.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

i’m sat

“Ellie would be so cool!”

“Abby would be super serious!”

And whole time this is them if they existed in the real world,

Tell me I’m wrong.

my mean girl

6- is this enough?

Ellie x fem reader - college au

(Rodrina dynamic)

An: thank you for the kind and supportive comments means a great deal to me :)

Ellie didn’t usually stay awake thinking.

She didn’t do the lying-on-her-back-staring-at-the-ceiling thing.

She didn’t obsess.

Not before Y/N.

But tonight, her chest felt tight enough that she couldn’t sleep.

Y/N’s perfume was still in her hoodie.

Her gloss was faintly on Ellie’s mouth.

She’d left Ellie’s dorm two hours ago with a casual, “I’ll text you,” like it meant nothing.

Ellie knew better.

It meant everything.

She’d told a boy she was taken today.

By Ellie.

Ellie kept replaying that moment like a scratched record — the look on Y/N’s face when she said it. Calm. Controlled. Unbothered. Like calling Ellie her girlfriend was the easiest thing in the world.

But Y/N’s friends didn’t know.

No one on campus knew.

Ellie wasn’t allowed to touch her in public, kiss her, hold her hand, or even stand too close without risking suspicion.

She knew what she signed up for.

She knew the difference between them.

Y/N was at the top of the food chain.

Ellie wasn’t even close.

And usually she didn’t care.

Usually she was good at pretending she didn’t want more.

Tonight, she couldn’t pretend.

Her throat felt tight, almost painful.

She grabbed her phone, stared at Y/N’s name.

No message.

She checked again.

Still nothing.

Ellie almost hated how much she wanted her.

⸻

The next morning, campus was loud.

Too loud.

Y/N stood with her usual group by the fountain, laughing at something one of the girls said. Perfect outfit. Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Like yesterday hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t whispered my girlfriend with her hands shaking.

She saw Ellie walking toward them — not intentionally, Ellie wasn’t stupid — but it was unavoidable. The path funneled right past the fountain.

Y/N’s eyes flicked to Ellie.

Neutral. Sharp. Unreadable.

Ellie nodded once. Barely.

Y/N didn’t respond at all.

Her friends kept talking.

Ellie walked by like she didn’t care.

Like her chest wasn’t burning.

Like she hadn’t spent the entire night thinking about what it would feel like to hold Y/N’s hand in front of everyone.

She wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t petty.

She was scared.

Scared of what it meant that Y/N could just turn it off that fast.

Scared of what she meant to Y/N when no one was watching.

Scared of the question that kept ripping her open:

If people found out.. would Y/N still choose her?

Hours later, Ellie was at her locker, trying — failing — to focus on switching out textbooks. Her hands kept shaking, which annoyed her more than whatever anxiety caused it.

“Ellie?”

Her voice.

Ellie stiffened.

She turned.

Y/N stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly, expression unreadable.

“What?” Ellie said, harsher than intended.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously pissed at me?”

Ellie looked away. “I’m not pissed.”

“You’re obviously pissed.”

“I said I’m not.”

“You’re being weird.”

“You’re always calling me weird.”

“Not like this,” Y/N said sharply. “This is… something else.”

Ellie shut her locker. “Okay. Maybe I don’t want to talk in the hallway where your entire fan club can listen.”

Y/N’s jaw tensed.

“Ellie.”

Her tone dropped — low, warning.

“What is your problem?”

Ellie didn’t raise her voice.

Didn’t get dramatic.

Didn’t explode.

She just said the truth in the quietest voice possible.

“You can call me your girlfriend when it’s convenient… but you can’t even look at me at school.”

Y/N blinked once.

Slow.

Like she hadn’t expected that.

Ellie continued, steady but shaking:

“You acted like you barely knew me this morning.”

“I had to.”

“Why?”

“Because—” Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “Ellie, you know why.”

“Yeah,” Ellie muttered. “Because of your friends. Because of your reputation. Because you’re perfect and I’m not.”

Y/N stepped forward instantly. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything,” Ellie said. “I’m saying what’s true.”

Y/N’s voice lowered. “You’re making this into something huge when it’s not.”

“It is huge,” Ellie said, finally looking at her. “To me.”

That hit.

Y/N’s breath hitched so lightly most people wouldn’t notice.

But Ellie did.

“I’m with you,” Ellie said quietly. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m not hiding you. I’m not acting like you’re some phase or—”

“I’m not hiding you,” Y/N snapped.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. Every day.”

Y/N’s eyes hardened.

Not cold — defensive.

“You knew what this was,” she said. “From the start.”

“I didn’t think it would always feel like—”

“Like what?” Y/N demanded.

Ellie clenched her jaw.

Like I’m not enough for you.

But she didn’t say it.

Y/N waited.

Ellie stayed silent.

Suddenly, Y/N looked away — like Ellie had hit the exact nerve she was trying to hide.

“I can’t just…” Y/N shook her head. “I can’t just flip a switch and make everything easier for you.”

“I’m not asking for easy.”

“Then what are you asking for?”

Ellie swallowed hard.

“I want to hold your hand.”

Y/N froze.

Ellie kept going.

“I want to walk next to you without pretending we’re strangers. I want to sit with you at lunch. I want to talk to you when other people are around. I want to look at you without checking who’s watching.”

Y/N’s throat bobbed.

Ellie stepped closer.

“I want to be with you,” she said. “Not just at night. Not just when we’re alone. Not just when no one can see.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, like she didn’t know what to do with that level of truth.

Ellie let out a breath, defeated.

“But I get it. You’re you. I’m me. You’re at the top, I’m at the bottom. We don’t match. We don’t make sense. We—”

“Stop,” Y/N snapped suddenly.

Ellie did.

Y/N wasn’t angry.

She looked… scared.

The same scared Ellie had been hiding all day.

“Don’t you ever say you’re at the bottom,” Y/N said quietly. “Not to me.”

Ellie stared at her.

Y/N took another breath. “And don’t talk like you’re lucky I’m with you.”

“You don’t think I am?”

“No,” Y/N said. “I think I’m lucky you’re with me.”

Ellie’s brain shut down for a moment.

Y/N continued, voice shaking now:

“And if you think I don’t want to hold your hand, you’re insane.”

Ellie’s chest tightened, painful.

Y/N looked around the hallway — quick, paranoid — then stepped even closer.

“You think I don’t want to take you to class with me? Sit with you? Eat with you? Walk with you? You think I don’t want to tell every girl on this campus to fuck off because you’re mine?”

Ellie couldn’t breathe.

Y/N’s voice cracked — just once.

“You’re wrong.”

Ellie reached for her hand before she could think.

Y/N jerked back instinctively, eyes flashing.

Ellie flinched.

“Oh.”

But Y/N grabbed her wrist before she could pull away fully.

“Not here,” she whispered.

“It’s not because I don’t want to. It’s because I’m scared.”

Ellie swallowed.

“Scared of what?”

“Everything,” Y/N said. “My friends. The school. The comments. The rumors. People finding out before I’m ready. People finding out before I know I can handle it.”

She paused.

“And losing you.”

Ellie’s heart stopped.

“Losing me?” she repeated.

Y/N looked down. “I know I’m impossible. I know I’m— me. And you’re patient and normal and stable and I’m— not.”

Ellie laughed once under her breath.

“Y/N, you’re the only person I want.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but her eyes softened in a way Ellie rarely saw.

“I want to hold your hand,” Y/N said quietly. “I do. Just… not here. Not yet.”

Ellie nodded slowly.

“Just tell me you want this.”

Y/N looked up at her — really looked.

“I want you,” she said.

And for the first time, she didn’t sound defensive.

Or sarcastic.

Or annoyed.

She just sounded honest.

Ellie took a slow breath.

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

Y/N exhaled shakily.

“Okay.”

Ellie touched her forearm, light, careful.

Y/N let her.

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

Then Y/N whispered:

“If I hold your hand… I don’t want to let go.”

Ellie’s voice was barely a breath.

“Then don’t.”

⸻

They didn’t hold hands that day.

Not yet.

But Y/N walked away first — and Ellie followed her, close, closer than they’d ever walked in public.

Not touching.

Not claiming.

Not ready.

But choosing.

Both of them choosing.

And for now, that was enough.

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my mean girl

5- off the charts

Ellie x fem reader - college au (rodrina dynamic)

An: I know that's right!!

It was too early in the day for Y/N to be annoyed, but here she was anyway.

She and her friends were walking across the quad, sun out, campus busy. Y/N was dressed the same way she always was: perfect. Not overdressed. Not underdressed. Perfect.

Her friends were talking about weekend plans, but Y/N’s attention drifted the moment she spotted Ellie leaning against one of the picnic tables with a couple of her band friends.

Ellie noticed her immediately — she always did — but she didn’t stare. Just a quick glance, then she looked down at her phone like nothing happened.

That should’ve been the end of it.

Until he showed up.

Matthew.

Centre-back of the university football team.

Tall, handsome in an obvious way, annoyingly confident.

“Y/N!” he called, jogging up beside her.

Her friends turned instantly, whispering.

Y/N kept walking, chin up. “Yes?”

“I’ve been trying to catch you for like a week.” Matthew smiled down at her. “Do you have plans Friday?”

“No,” one of her friends said before Y/N could answer. “She doesn’t.”

Y/N shot her a warning look, then turned back to Matthew. “Why?”

“Because I want to take you out,” he said, hands in pockets like this was routine for him. “Dinner. Drinks. Something nice.”

Her friends silently squealed behind her.

Y/N didn’t flinch. “I don’t even know you.”

“You could,” he said easily. “If you give me a chance.”

She opened her mouth to shut him down—

—but she felt it.

A presence.

A shift.

Ellie.

She was close now, walking past with her hands shoved in her hoodie pocket, pretending not to listen. Her jaw was tight. Her steps slowed. She glanced at Y/N for just long enough to get caught.

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Matthew didn’t notice.

“So?” he said, leaning in a little. “Friday?”

Y/N hated the way her chest tightened.

Not because of Matthew.

Because of the pair of green eyes staring holes into the pavement three metres away.

“I’ll think about it don't get your hopes up though,” she said.

Ellie stopped walking.

Her head snapped slightly, not toward Y/N — toward nothing in particular, like she was trying not to react.

Matthew grinned. “Great. I’ll text you.”

Y/N nodded once, curt and polite. “if you must.”

He walked off, satisfied.

Her friends immediately exploded.

“Oh my GOD.”

“He’s obsessed with you.”

“You HAVE to go out with him.”

“He’s literally the hottest guy on the team.”

Y/N didn’t respond.

She was looking past them.

At Ellie.

Ellie was standing alone now, staring at the ground, jaw set so tight you could see the muscle working. She didn’t look at Y/N.

Not once.

Not good.

Y/N excused herself quickly. “I need water.”

Her friends barely registered it — too busy talking about Matthew.

Y/N headed toward Ellie, but she didn’t approach her directly. She walked near the table, stopping at the water fountain a few feet away.

Ellie didn’t turn.

“Williams,” Y/N said under her breath, quiet enough for only Ellie to hear.

Nothing.

Ellie kept her head down.

“Ellie.”

Ellie finally looked up, expression flat. “What.”

Y/N blinked. “What’s your problem?”

Ellie let out a dry laugh, but it wasn’t amused. “Nothing. You’re clearly busy. Go talk to your boyfriend.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be stupid.”

“You said yes.”

“I didn’t.”

“You didn’t say no.”

Y/N took a breath, steadying herself. “I couldn’t. I was with them.”

“That’s not my fucking problem.”

Y/N stepped closer, low enough that no one could hear them.

“You’re acting like I owe him something. I don’t.”

Ellie shook her head, eyes cutting away. “You don’t owe me anything either.”

That stung more than Y/N expected.

“Ellie.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Ellie hesitated. Then she did.

Y/N hated how much it affected her — the heat in Ellie’s stare, the jealousy she wasn’t hiding well, the tiny crack in her composure.

Y/N lowered her voice even more.

“He asked me out. I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You could’ve said no.”

“You know why I couldn’t.”

Ellie scoffed. “Yeah. Your precious reputation.”

Y/N stepped in, close enough that their arms almost touched.

“Don’t turn this into something it’s not.”

Ellie’s voice was quiet.

“It already is something or at least was.”

Y/N froze.

Ellie looked down again like she regretted saying it.

“Forget it.”

“No,” Y/N said, sharper than she intended. “Say it.”

Ellie’s jaw clenched.

“You’re… with me. Or whatever this is.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped painfully.

“That doesn’t mean you get to let football boys ask you out and pretend it’s nothing after you make a big deal over cat flirting with me.”

“I didn’t want him to ask me,” Y/N snapped.

“That’s not what it looked like.”

Y/N stared at her, heartbeat climbing. “You think I want him?”

Ellie didn’t answer.

Y/N stepped even closer, toe to toe now.

“Ellie.”

“What.”

“Do you think I want him?”

Ellie swallowed hard.

“No.”

“Good,” Y/N said. “Because I don’t.”

Ellie blinked. Once.

Slow.

Y/N continued, voice cold, steady, honest:

“And I’m not available.”

Ellie’s breath caught.

Y/N didn’t soften.

She never softened.

“I have a girlfriend.”

The word felt strange in her mouth — terrifying, real, grounding, right.

Ellie’s head lifted. “Yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah.”

Ellie’s face shifted — tiny, almost invisible — but Y/N saw all of it. Relief. Satisfaction. Something warm she didn’t have a name for.

Y/N wasn’t done.

“But she’s an idiot,” Y/N added. “So don’t let it go to your head.”

Ellie’s lips twitched. “Right.”

“And she gets jealous over nothing.”

Ellie finally met her eyes fully. “Maybe she likes you.”

Y/N exhaled through her nose, annoyed at how much that affected her.

“She better.”

Ellie didn’t smile. Not fully. But her expression loosened just enough.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder — Matthew was still on the field, joking with his teammates.

“Wait here,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Ellie didn’t move.

Y/N walked across the quad, posture straight, expression bored, the exact opposite of what was happening inside her chest.

Matthew noticed her immediately. “Hey, thinking things over already?” he asked, smiling like the answer was obvious.

“No,” Y/N said.

He blinked. “No?”

“No.”

“You sure? I thought you—”

“I have a girlfriend." Y/N said cleanly.

He nodded once. “Alright. No hard feelings, I'll uh keep this between us. ”

“Good,” Y/N said, already turning away.

She didn’t look back.

When she returned to Ellie, Ellie was still standing in the same place, hands in her pockets, pretending she hadn’t been watching the entire thing.

Y/N stopped in front of her.

“Well?” she said.

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Well what?”

“You heard me.”

Ellie’s voice dropped, low and sure.

“Yeah,” she said.

“I did.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Good.”

Ellie stepped closer, not touching, but close enough that Y/N felt the shift in the air.

“You really told him you’re taken?” Ellie asked.

“Yes.”

“By who?”

Y/N lifted her chin, eyes sharp.

“My girlfriend.”

Ellie inhaled, slow, steady.

“And she knows that?” Ellie murmured.

“She does now.”

They didn’t touch.

They didn’t kiss.

They didn’t make a scene.

They just stood there, two people who finally said the thing neither of them wanted to say first.

After a long moment, Y/N added quietly:

“Don’t make me regret it.”

Ellie’s voice was soft, firm, certain:

“I won’t.”

Y/N looked away, pretending she wasn’t smiling.

“Okay,” she said. “Good.”

Ellie shifted closer, just slightly — careful, subtle.

“Your girlfriend,” she said, almost smug.

Y/N shoved her shoulder lightly. “Shut up.”

Ellie didn’t.

But she stayed next to her for the rest of the walk across campus.

And Y/N didn’t move away.

Taglist: @dollagangsta @cowboylikelil, @liasxeatt, @vahnilla, @nillyelliewife , @ra1nbw

i miss my imaginary girlfriend

my mean girl

4- keep your distance

Ellie x fem reader - college au (rodrina dynamic)

An: jealous jealous jealous girl (doing this instead of my uni assignments lord help me)

Y/N wasn’t paying much attention to her friends’ conversation. She rarely did. They were discussing some party next week, and Y/N had already decided she wasn’t going unless she could guarantee she’d look the best there. She was walking ahead of them, phone in hand, hair perfect, the usual.

It was supposed to be an ordinary morning on campus.

Then she saw her.

Williams.

Ellie stood outside the student union, leaning against a metal railing like she had nowhere else to be. One headphone in, bag hanging off her shoulder, thumb tapping against her phone screen. She looked like she’d slept four hours at best. Typical.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was Cat.

Cat, who was standing directly in front of Ellie, talking with way too much enthusiasm for that early in the day. Cat, who was laughing at something Ellie said — or didn’t say — and flipping her hair like she was auditioning for attention. Cat, who Y/N had never spoken to but felt an immediate, visceral hatred toward.

Cat was smiling.

Ellie wasn’t smiling back, but she wasn’t walking away either.

Y/N’s stomach dropped in a way she couldn’t control.

“Who is that?” one of Y/N’s friends asked, following her gaze.

Y/N immediately straightened her posture, tilting her chin up as she forced her face into neutrality.

“Nobody,” she said.

Her friends squinted.

“That girl… isn’t she one of the band people? From that gross gig?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said flatly. “Something like that.”

Her friends laughed. Not mean, just dismissive.

“God, imagine dating someone like that,” one of them snorted.

Y/N kept walking.

Because if she didn’t, she was going to stare.

And if she stared, one of her friends would notice.

And if they noticed, everything would burn to the ground.

They passed within a few metres of Ellie and Cat.

Y/N didn’t glance in their direction.

Didn’t give Ellie anything.

Didn’t even blink differently.

But Ellie looked.

Y/N didn’t see it, but she could feel it — the weight of Ellie’s eyes following her as she walked away.

The moment Y/N and her friends turned the corner, she let out a breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding.

Her chest felt hot.

Her face felt tight.

Her thoughts spun like someone had shaken her brain by the roots.

She didn’t say anything until she got back to her dorm.

Y/N regretted sending the last message almost immediately.

Not for what she said — she meant every word — but for how fast she’d reacted.

How obvious it was that she cared.

She threw her phone onto the bed and paced her small dorm room, arms crossed, heart beating way too fast.

Why was she even angry?

They weren’t dating.

They weren’t even technically anything.

Ellie wasn’t hers.

But the second Cat had tilted her head and giggled at something Ellie said, Y/N had wanted to claw her eyes out.

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, breathing through her nose like she could force the jealousy out of her system.

It didn’t work.

Then came the knock.

Not loud.

Not frantic.

Just two short taps.

Y/N froze.

Another knock.

Same pattern.

She stood, walked to the door, and opened it half an inch — just enough to see who it was.

Ellie.

Hoodie on, hair messy, breathing lightly like she’d walked fast. Her hand was still raised like she’d been about to knock again.

Y/N opened the door fully but didn’t move aside.

She didn’t say anything.

Ellie didn’t either — not at first.

They stared at each other for a long moment, an entire argument already happening in the silence.

Finally, Ellie spoke.

“Can I come in?”

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

Which annoyed Y/N even more.

Y/N stepped back without a word, letting her in.

Ellie walked slowly, like she wasn’t sure what she was walking into. She stood in the middle of the room, hands in her pockets, eyes flicking toward Y/N like she was waiting for permission to breathe.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked, arms folded tightly.

“You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”

“You’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

Ellie gave a small, humourless laugh. “Right.”

“I’m not,” Y/N snapped.

“You texted me like you were ready to kill me.”

“I wasn’t—” Y/N shut her mouth, realizing the next words would make her sound even more guilty.

Ellie tilted her head slightly. “Baby… I didn’t do anything.”

Y/N huffed. “Cat was all over you.”

“I wasn’t all over her.”

“You didn’t walk away.”

“I literally couldn’t,” Ellie said, sounding almost defensive. “We were outside my classroom. She came up to me. I wasn’t… I wasn’t flirting.”

Y/N looked at her, expression sharp and unreadable.

Ellie stepped closer.

“You think I wanted her talking to me?” she asked quietly.

Y/N stayed silent.

Ellie exhaled once, short and frustrated. “It meant nothing.”

Y/N’s jaw stayed tight.

Ellie tried again, voice softer.

“You act like I’m out here talking to everyone. I’m not.”

“You texted her,” Y/N said.

“One emoji.”

“It was still a reply.”

Ellie stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you hear yourself right now?”

Y/N didn’t flinch.

“Don’t talk to her.”

“Oh my god,” Ellie muttered, running a hand through her hair. “You’re impossible.”

“Then leave.”

Ellie stopped.

Looked at her.

Really looked.

And then she took two slow steps toward her, closing the distance between them.

“I’m not leaving,” she said.

Y/N swallowed. She hated how warm her face felt.

Ellie’s voice dropped lower.

“You saw some random girl standing near me and lost your shit.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“Ellie—”

“Just admit it.”

Y/N’s throat tightened.

Ellie stepped even closer, close enough that their chests were almost touching, close enough that Y/N had to tilt her head up to meet her eyes.

“You’re jealous,” Ellie said quietly.

Not mocking.

Not teasing.

Just stating it.

Y/N’s pulse jumped.

“I’m not jealous why would I be jealous of cat of all people?”

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“Because—”

The word died halfway out of her mouth.

Ellie’s gaze softened just slightly, the tone of someone who’d already solved the puzzle and was waiting for confirmation.

“Because what?” Ellie whispered.

Y/N breathed in slowly.

Because it bothered her.

Because she hated seeing anyone near Ellie.

Because Ellie looked at her differently — and she liked it.

Because Ellie made her feel something she didn’t want to admit she was capable of feeling.

Because Ellie mattered.

Y/N straightened her posture, masking the chaos inside her chest.

“Because she shouldn’t talk to you,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

Ellie blinked.

Then a slow, dangerous smile pulled at her lips.

“There she is,” she murmured.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t get smug.”

Ellie stepped closer, close enough that Y/N’s back touched the door.

“You know I don’t want her, right?”

Y/N hated how much she wanted to hear that.

She nodded, barely.

Ellie lifted a hand and traced her jaw with her thumb — slow, deliberate, confident.

“I want you.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

Ellie’s tone stayed low, steady, dangerously honest.

“Even if you pretend you don’t want me back.”

Y/N didn’t reply.

She didn’t have to.

She grabbed Ellie’s hoodie, pulled her down, and kissed her — hard, like she was claiming something, like she was furious and relieved at the same time.

Ellie kissed her back instantly, hands gripping her waist, pressing her against the door without breaking the kiss. It was heated, messy, desperate in a way neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

When Y/N finally pulled back, breath unsteady, Ellie kept her forehead against hers.

“You done being mad?” Ellie murmured.

“No,” Y/N whispered.

Ellie smirked. “Good.”

Y/N shoved her shoulder lightly, annoyed that Ellie was right, annoyed that she cared, annoyed that Ellie’s thumb was now brushing her cheek in a way she pretended not to melt under.

“Don’t talk to her like that again,” Y/N said.

“I won’t.”

“And don’t let her talk to you.”

“I won’t.”

“And don’t reply—”

“I got it,” Ellie said, cutting her off gently. “I’m yours.”

Y/N didn’t correct her.

She didn’t argue.

She didn’t deny it.

She just kissed her again.

Because she was.

And Ellie knew it.

And now Y/N knew it too — even if she’d rather die than admit it out loud.

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