It Would Be So Cool And So Swag If You Did Something With Popstar!reader Going On Voice Rest

firm believer of ellie with chipped nail polish (coloring suckz ass but i wanted to post it)

i will never get tired of listening to lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley. the yearning, HIS VOICE. i just can’t get over it and it has to be one of my favorite songs in the whole world. I LOVE JEFF BUCKLEY!!🙏🏻

@valeisaslut knows exactly what i’m TALKING ABOUTTTTT🖤

Bimbo reader x loser Abby or Ellie?

gyus why is this kinda .....

abby

-she'd defo be protective over you, especially because you're not all entirely there 24/7

-can get a little impatient, but for the most part takes the time to break stuff down so you understand it

-gets surprisingly flustered when you sit on her lap in those miniskirts you love oh so much

-loves to just carry you places; sometimes she won't even ask before picking you up and slinging you over her shoulder (making sure to cover your ass with her free hand ofc)

-gets all pouty when you take super long to get ready

-has a folder in her camera roll of just fit checks you send her

-learned latte art and does it in your morning coffee so you can post it on your insta story

-saves every link to online stores you send her in her notes app just in case she runs out of her own ideas for gifts

-gets all giddy when you squeeze on her muscles and tell her how strong she is

-has you sit on her back to do pushups in your living room, biting back a smile at your giggling

ellie

-literally will buy you whatever. look at it and it’s yours

-loves how your silk pjs feel, she’ll literally rub your back just to feel the material

-does your hair for you and helps you out if you’re taking too long to get ready

-gets on one knee in public to re-fasten or re-tie your shoes for you, patting her thigh so you can put your foot up

-loves watching you get your nails done, she’ll sit in on your appointments just to look over the process

-draws you everywhere and anywhere she can (including on her wall)

-pretends to hate it but lives for when you kiss her and get lipstick marks on her

-went on a picnic with you and spent the entire time staring at you like you personally planted every flower in the feild while you gossiped to her

-loves hearing your drama but will deny it sosososo hard

-has a pink and purple dino plushie she named after you that she sleeps with

hey gysu so that fever actually kicked my ass and my writing was gibberish .... im back now tho !!!!!

taglist !! : @hihihhihahahha @lolitalovess @peskylez @odettesoddities @saturnhas82moons @kylorey25 @lipglosskxsses @mars4hellokitty @hwasddeongbyeoli @kaykeryyy @kissyslut @cynthia-16 @meow4510

this is canon i fear!!

made for @yokedtablet ONLY! the #1 ellabs truther😜🖤

Tagging people in posts feels like I'm sending the bat signal

mutuals , when i die yall have full permission to say "on my dead friend" n then lie

“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.

bro how do you make friends on here😪 IM NERVOUS

exactly.

the way i wanna just bite down on her biceps is crazy.

i need them!🖤