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I cant stop thinking about dark desperate ex gf ellie who broke up with you for cat a few years ago but now is knee deep in love and keeps trying to manipulate your relationship with your gf (jesse and dina try to stop her but... Young love what can we do)

Knee deep - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! I really like this idea... I lowkey wanna make a part 2 to this... i hope you enjoy:)

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me your thoughts:)

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, toxic behaviors, mention of infidelity (emotional), angst-heavy, complex feelings, swearing.

Summary: In which ellie wanted you back

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Ellie Williams wasn’t supposed to come back. Not after what she did.

You’d built a life—steady, slow, whole—without her. Two years since she left you for Cat. Two years of grief, resentment, quiet rebuilding. Two years of convincing yourself that her absence was your freedom.

Now she stood outside the Tipsy Bison, a cigarette twitching between her fingers, hood up, green eyes tracking you like a mark.

“Hey,” she said when you stepped outside, your name low and husky on her tongue like a secret. “Been a while.”

Your stomach twisted. You hadn’t seen that face in two years—only through half-memories and the hollow ache of dreams you refused to admit you had. She still looked the same. Tired. Dangerous. Beautiful in a way that only hurt now.

You didn’t answer.

Ellie took a drag and blew out a slow breath. “You gonna ignore me forever?”

You wanted to. God, you wanted to.

But something about the way she said it—like she already knew you wouldn’t—cracked the surface.

“What do you want, Ellie?”

She shrugged like she didn’t already have a thousand motives stitched beneath her skin. “I just wanted to see you. Thought we could talk.”

You gave her a hard look. “After two years?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “After two years.”

Jesse didn’t believe it. Dina was pissed. Even Maria—who didn’t usually let things shake her—grew cold the moment Ellie’s name passed through your lips.

“She’s back?” Maria asked, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter, lips tight. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you answered, which wasn’t a lie. Not really.

“She’s dangerous,” Dina added, always the realist. “Not in the ‘gonna hurt you physically’ way. In the ‘gonna pull your brain apart thread by thread’ way.”

You told yourself they were being dramatic. That you were stronger now. That Ellie couldn’t touch you anymore.

But then she started showing up.

Once at the diner where you worked—ordering coffee she never drank. Once near your cabin, claiming she “just happened to be walking by.” And once, late at night, waiting on your porch with a bottle of whiskey and a sad, slanted smile.

You didn’t let her in. Not that night.

The day she finally got to you was rainy. Thunder hung in the distance, and Cat was away on patrol. You’d been in the garden, hands dirty, hair damp, when Ellie showed up at the gate like a ghost resurrected.

“You still wear that necklace I gave you,” she said, voice soft and surprised.

You looked down. A slip of silver tucked beneath your shirt. You’d forgotten it was there. It pissed you off that she noticed. Pissed you off more that you hadn’t taken it off.

You wanted to tell her to leave, but she just kept going.

“I fucked up,” she whispered. “I thought Cat was… I don’t know. Simpler. Safer. But it was never like it was with you.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping mud on your pants. “You’re two years too late.”

“Are you happy?” she asked suddenly referring to the girl you had recently started dating.

Her name was Daisy. She was perfect, she gave you everything Ellie didn't. But you didn't love her like you loved Ellie.

No one could compare to Ellie.

The question landed like a gut punch. You weren’t expecting it. She leaned in then, crowding your space, eyes glassy and searching.

“Does she make you feel the way I did?”

You stared at her. “She doesn’t make me feel like shit. That’s the difference.”

Ellie flinched, and for a moment, you felt victorious.

But then she laughed—low, bitter. “You say that, but you’re not pushing me away.”

You did, then. Shoved her back with dirt-caked fingers and slammed the gate shut.

The problem was—Ellie didn’t stop.

She started leaving things. A drawing of you from memory, folded neatly in your mailbox. A song on a tape labeled "for the nights you still think of me." A note under your door that said, “She doesn’t know you like I do. She never will.”

You told yourself you hated it. You told yourself it was manipulation. You weren’t wrong. But you also didn’t tell Daisy.

The tension grew like a weed.

Daisy sensed it. Of course she did. She wasn’t stupid.

“You’ve been weird lately,” she said one night, her voice clipped. “Distant.”

You looked down at your hands. “Just tired.”

“You’re not still hung up on her, are you?”

Silence.

“Jesus,” Daisy muttered. “You are.”

“It’s not like that,” you insisted, even though it was exactly like that. Ellie was a wound that never fully healed. Just scarred over enough to convince you it had.

Daisy stood up, disgusted. “She left you. She replaced you. And now she comes back and suddenly you’re forgetting everything we’ve built?”

You didn’t answer.

Because Ellie had taken up space in your mind again. And you were letting her.

The night it all boiled over, the power had gone out.

A storm swept through Jackson and left the town flickering in candlelight. You were alone in your cabin when a knock hit your door. Slow. Measured.

You knew it was her.

Ellie didn’t wait to be invited. She stepped in, soaked to the bone, hair plastered to her forehead, and eyes wild with something between hope and desperation.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she whispered. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You backed away, heart hammering. “You left me.”

“I know,” she said, voice breaking. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to love you the right way.”

“And now you do?”

She walked closer. “Now I’d rather fuck it up trying than live without you.”

You hated how your knees weakened. Hated how she knew just what to say.

“This is wrong,” you said.

“But it feels right,” she countered, and then she kissed you.

It was lightning in the bloodstream. Familiar. Addictive. Toxic.

And you kissed her back. Only for a moment.

Then you shoved her away. “I can’t do this.”

Ellie’s expression shattered. “You still love me.”

You hesitated. Then: “That’s not the point.”

The next day, you told Daisy everything.

It ended in shouting. Slamming doors. Tears. She left. Said she needed time.

And you stood in the wreckage, heart hollow, stomach twisted with guilt and something uglier: relief.

Ellie showed up that night. Like she knew.

“I heard,” she said, leaning against your porch railing. “You told her.”

You didn’t reply.

Ellie smiled, and it wasn’t kind. It was something darker. Hungrier.

“Guess it’s just us now.”

more nsfw prof!ellie <3

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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☆ Ellie is the kind of professor who always appears calm, put-together, and aloof — but underneath, she’s constantly distracted by you.

☆ Her glasses perched low on her nose while she grades your work have become one of your most frequent fantasies.

☆ Ellie has thought about you bent over her desk more times than she cares to admit — right in the same office where she gives lectures and writes papers.

☆ She’ll reread your essays just to touch the paper you touched — especially when you underline your name at the top.

☆ Ellie fantasizes about you showing up to her office in nothing but one of her oversized button-ups, legs bare, eyes wide.

☆ She’s into quiet dominance — never raising her voice, but speaking in that slow, precise tone that makes your thighs press together.

☆ She has a voice kink — the sound of you moaning her name softly into her neck turns her wild.

☆ Ellie has masturbated in her office thinking about you — once after you visited her wearing a short skirt and sat on her desk.

☆ She’s addicted to control: making you beg, holding your wrists down, making you say “please” even when you’re already shaking.

☆ Her dirty talk is academic and filthy: “Look how wet you are for your professor… you think you’re gonna learn anything like this, sweetheart?”

☆ She has dreams of you showing up after-hours, claiming you “need help with something,” only to end up pinned against her bookshelf.

☆ She likes teasing — whispering things in class under her breath only you can hear, smirking when you shift in your seat.

☆ Ellie wants to bend you over her desk and keep your mouth stuffed with your own syllabus. “Hope you’ve been studying, baby.”

☆ She’s a thinker — and that includes sex. She imagines everything in advance. Where your hands will go, how you’ll taste, what you’ll look like crying out for her.

☆ She’s obsessed with lingerie but only if she gets to take it off you with slow fingers and teeth.

☆ Ellie always looks so composed in public — but behind closed doors, she grabs your face with ink-stained fingers and makes you fall apart.

☆ She has a sharp eye for your body language. The second you get needy, she knows — and exploits it.

☆ Ellie wants to ruin you academically and sexually — assign a paper, then fuck you so good you forget what the topic was.

☆ She gets jealous easily, especially when other students flirt with you — her hand slides higher under the table at dinner parties.

☆ She once left a possessive hickey on your neck right before a department event, eyes smug when everyone noticed.

☆ Ellie loves watching you squirm in class after a particularly rough night. “Try to focus, sweetheart,” she’ll whisper as you blush.

☆ She enjoys making you wear discreet toys during her lectures — remote-controlled ones — and pretending not to notice as you struggle.

☆ Her favorite punishment is denial. She’ll edge you for hours, stroking you slow until you’re trembling, then pull away with a smile.

☆ She owns a journal full of fantasies and scenes she wants to try with you — detailed, organized by category, complete with diagrams.

☆ Ellie records her voice reading excerpts from her favorite books — soft, slow — and sends them to you to fall asleep to.

☆ She once wrote an erotic story about you as a writing exercise. It got her so worked up she had to take a break to handle herself.

☆ Ellie is obsessed with your scent — she’ll bury her nose in your hair, your thighs, your clothes. It grounds her.

☆ She keeps a pair of your panties tucked away in her drawer — stolen after a long night, worn thin between her fingers.

☆ She’s possessive in bed — constantly reminding you that you belong to her. “Say it,” she’ll demand, fingers deep inside you.

☆ Ellie has absolutely no issue with taking you over her desk while wearing her glasses and grading with the other hand — multitasking queen.

☆ Ellie likes to drag it out — foreplay can last hours if she has her way. She enjoys watching you slowly unravel.

☆ Her fingers are deadly — long, calloused, practiced. She knows how to curl them just right to make your stomach clench.

☆ She prefers missionary — not out of simplicity, but control. She wants to see every expression, hear every whimper.

☆ Ellie talks you through every orgasm. “You’re doing so good… just like that… let go, I’ve got you.”

☆ She likes to tie your wrists with her old ties from conferences. She makes knots with precision.

☆ Ellie’s favorite position is having you straddle her lap — shirt off, skirt still on — while she sits back and watches you ride her.

☆ She loves licking you open while you beg her to stop teasing. Her tongue is slow, focused, merciless.

☆ Ellie has a thing for spanking — not harsh, but enough to make your thighs twitch and leave her handprint.

☆ She once made you come three times before letting you touch her. “This is about you tonight.”

☆ Ellie marks her territory with her mouth — bites, hickeys, lipstick stains, spit.

☆ She’s into mutual masturbation — sitting thigh-to-thigh, watching you fall apart while she touches herself too.

☆ Ellie loves morning sex — lazy, slow, possessive. She’ll bury her face in your neck and grind until you both lose it.

☆ Her voice drops a whole octave when she gets turned on. It’s dangerous.

☆ She’s meticulous about aftercare — water, wiping you down, pulling you into her chest like you’re made of glass.

☆ Ellie has whispered “mine” into your mouth more times than she can count — like it’s a prayer.

☆ Ellie’s biggest kink is power — having it, sharing it, taking it away.

☆ She loves watching herself fuck you in the mirror. It turns her on seeing how desperate she makes you.

☆ She’s into soft degradation — “You’re such a needy little thing for your professor, aren’t you?”

☆ Ellie’s obsession with knowledge extends into sex — she reads books, watches videos, takes notes. She’s always improving.

☆ She gets off on your innocence — the way you look up at her, eager to please, so damn trusting.

☆ She’s got a praise kink too: “That’s it, baby. That’s my girl. So fucking good for me.”

☆ She’s into teasing you in public — her hand on your thigh under a table, her lips brushing your ear when she talks.

☆ Ellie once left you tied to her bed while she lectured — came home to you a mess of tears and arousal.

☆ She likes whispering instructions in your ear while you touch yourself. “Slower. Now faster. Don’t stop ‘til I say.”

☆ Ellie likes choking — gently, safely — just enough to make your world go hazy and your body trust her completely.

☆ She’s obsessed with the way your body responds to her voice alone — it makes her cocky, smug, hungry.

☆ She has a small collection of toys she uses only on you — each chosen with thought, cleaned with care.

☆ Ellie has a marking kink — she wants you walking out of her room with bruised hips and lips.

☆ She’s into roleplay — professor/student, of course. She plays it too well.

☆ Ellie once made you write a 500-word apology for teasing her in public — then read it aloud while she touched you.

☆ After she fucks you, she holds you like you’re the most important discovery of her life.

☆ Ellie keeps your moans recorded on her phone — labeled by date like research files.

☆ When you wear her clothes after sex, she stares like you just walked off a dream.

☆ She’s the type to kiss your hands reverently after restraining them — both apology and affection.

☆ Ellie gets quiet after — soft kisses, fingers brushing your hair, little murmurs like “I love having you like this.”

☆ She calls you “my girl” so casually, like it’s written into her DNA.

☆ Ellie once told you, “No matter what happens, no one will ever fuck you the way I do.” She meant it.

☆ She gets possessive when others see your marks — but secretly loves when they know you're hers.

☆ Ellie fantasizes about living with you — sex in her kitchen, grading while you ride her on the couch, lazy mornings with your thighs around her head.

☆ The smartest woman in the room, and all she ever wants is to see you underneath her, moaning her name like she’s your only thought.

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Fake it - ellie williams x reader

Hi anon! I wasn't sure what you meant when you asked for my favorite tropes but my top 3 are: fake dating, forbidden love and the classic enemies to lovers :)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open feel free to leave one! or you can just send me a song and I'll take it from there :)

Warnings: none, it's literally just fluff

Summary: You and Ellie reminisce on how the two of you got together

wc: 1k

( if you want to be added to a tag list just leave a comment and I'll add you to future work <3 )

“So” Dina started as she took a swing of the amber liquid in her glass, “how did the two of you get together exactly?” she asked confused on the information you and Ellie just shared with her.

You met Ellie’s gaze, as you thought about answering the question. A grin started to form on Ellie’s plush lips as she stared telling the story:

It was Ellie’s idea. She would’ve never come to you if she wasn’t desperate.

Ellie and Cat.  An unlikely duo. Nobody expected the two of them to start dating but they did. They were together for almost a year. Everyone thought they had the perfect relationship but behind closed doors it was hell. They argued, they lied to each other, they said hurtful things, and they both manipulated each other.

 At some point Ellie had enough and she left Cat. No matter how much it hurt her, she left. She wasn’t going to force herself to stay in a relationship that only brought her pain.

Cat didn’t make things easy for Ellie after the break up.

She would show up at Ellie’s house, she would lie to people saying they never broke up, she always went where Ellie went. She was borderline obsessed with Ellie.

In the beginning she could handle Cat. She could ignore Cat’s advances. But the longer her and cat stayed broken up the more obsessive Cat grew. Ellie didn’t know which was worse, being in a relationship with Cat or being broken up with her.

 And that’s when Joel suggested Ellie gets with someone else. Joel’s exact words were “maybe is she sees you with someone else she’ll leave you alone kiddo. It’s worth a shot”

She tried. God knows she did

Ellie went to the club that night, and just as she was about to leave with a girl Cat came around the corner.

“Babe where have you been?” she asked with a sickening smirk on her face. The pretty girl next to Ellie gasped at Cat’s words.

“You didn’t tell you had a girlfriend” she practically screamed.

“I swear she’s not my girlfriend-“ Ellie tried to explain. Her explanation didn’t go far before the girl slapped Ellie across the face. Walking away she yelled: “you are fucking disgusting”

 Ellie’s face reddened with embarrassment at what just happened, her eyes met with Cats: “did you miss me?” she asked a smug smile on her face.

“no I didn’t“

Ellie needed her stop.

At this rate Ellie would never find a girlfriend.

Who wants to date a girl whose ex is a literal stalker?

And that’s why she sat across you. She needed your help.

“So you want us to fake date?”  you question.

 Ellie nodded, her head jerking almost violently

“Please” she begged “it’s just till she leaves me alone”

You agreed. And it was the best decision of your life.

You and Ellie had 2 rules during the time that you were “together”

No kissing

No falling in love

Fortunately both of you broke the second rule.

It started off great. Holding hands, going on little dates. Cat was mad. Every time she spotted the two of you she looked like a toddler who was ready to burst into a tantrum for not getting their way. Cat tried worming her way into your relationship. She spread rumors, messaged you countless times and tried lying to you about Ellie. She tried. And none of her ideas ever fucking worked.

You would never admit it out loud but you found it quite funny when you and Ellie made an appearance and Cat had to leave the room to “get some air”.

It was all fun and games till you realized that you actually caught feeling for her. You broke one of the rules, and the longer you were with Ellie the worse your crush got. You knew the two of you dating was fake but god it felt so real.

The way Ellie looked at you made you think that maybe someday she would feel the same.

You got a text from Ellie saying: come over we need to talk

Fuck

Tonight was the night Ellie was ending things.

You knew things were coming to an end, but you wish it didn’t have to happen so soon. Your hands were shaking as you sat in Ellie’s living room.

Were you still going to be friends after this? Did you actually stand a chance?

The room was filled with an awkward silence and you looked at Ellie in all her glory. She cleared her throat and said: “Cat stopped texting me” the room fell silent once again.

“ I think she-  I think she’s d-done with me” Ellie said

“That’s good Els” you added

“so this agreement is done?” you asked, voice small hoping Ellie said no.

“Yeah”

Oh.

“It was nice fake dating you Els” you said with a small smile as you got up to leave.

“Who said I was faking it?” she asked suddenly, looking up at you.

 “What do you mean-“  you started before you felt Ellie’s lips on yours. The kiss was magical. It felt like you were floating. Ellie’s lips were soft and her touch was intoxicating. She pulled away as the two of you breathed heavily.

 “God I’ve wanted to do that since I started fake dating you” she said breathless.

You hummed agreeing with her statement. She leaned her forehead against yours.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Ellie asked nervously “like a real date”

You looked at her, with a small smile on your face: “I’d like that” as you brought her lips down for another kiss.

“That’s so fucking cliché” Dina snickered as Ellie finished telling the story.

“Heyyy” Ellie whined “it’s a cool story” she said, as she threw her arm over your shoulder you felt her lips press a gentle kiss to your temple “i’m going to tell this story to our kids one day” Ellie whispered into your ear.

A smile spread onto your lips at Ellie’s confession.

Yeah you might have gotten together to get rid of her psycho ex but if you never did, you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the girl of your dreams.

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Zia ;)

Brooklyn baby - (ellie williams x reader)

based off this request, but I had to post it separately cuz Tumblr is glitching again:(

This story is based off the song Brooklyn baby by Lana Del Rey, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading :)

Pairing: band!ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one, or just send me a song, and I'll take it from there or it can be headcannos! Or whatever you're thinking about! Just a reminder if you want something specific to happen, please indicate what you want in your request:)

Warnings: toxic relationships and manipulation

Summary: In which you were dating the world famous Ellie Williams

Well, my boyfriend's in a band

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

I've got feathers in my hair

I get down to Beat poetry

And my jazz collection's rare

I can play most anything

I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

Ellie was bound to be a star.

When Joel first taught her how to play guitar, he knew.

She was going to do great things, and everyone knew it too.

Ellie's first school concert was when she was 7 years old. She had guitar classes and her teacher was so impressed with her that she had Ellie do a solo.

As soon as Ellie got on that stage, it was as if she took control of the room in an instant. Everyone was so enchanted by her and everything she did.

Ellie was 17 years old when a producer reached out to her. Joel wasn't surprised because he knew his girl, and he knew one way or another that she would be a star.

And a star she became.

As soon as she turned 18, Ellie immediately signed the contract and she climbed the ranks in the music industry very quickly.

Within 3 months Ellies first single reached over a 100 thousand listens, and she was in high demand.

Everyone wanted her for brand promotions, they wanted the use her music.

Ellie was taking the music industry by a storm.

As the years went by, Ellie went from a solo artist, to being in a band with 2 best friends, Dina and Jesse.

They were called the golden trio, and because Ellie was the face of it they surpassed massive artists within days.

Now six years later, Ellie sat in her dressing room, as she heard the crowd chant her name.

Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!

She heard a knock on her door and she yelled a quick: "come in!"

As the door opened you walked in, and you walked towards her giving her a quick peck before whispering "you're on in 5 babe".

Ellie gave you another kiss, as she got up, walking to the mirror quickly fixing her outfit for a second.

"Do I look ok?" Ellie asked as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing a white wife beater, and a pair of black jeans, her hair was in a ponytails and her fingernails were painted black.

Ellie felt your arms wrap around her from behind.

"You look great, now go break leg baby!" You whispered before giving her a kiss on the side of her neck.

Ellie pulled away with a smile before she reached down to grab her guitar.

"Let's go!" She heard Jesse yell.

As she stood backstage, the chants grew louder and louder.

Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!

They repeated her name as if it was a prayer. Her fans worshiped the ground she walked on.

Even though they were the golden trio, Ellie would always be the one that out shines everyone.

Ellie walked onto the stage, the bright lights were shining into her face as the crowd erupted in screams and cries.

Ellie walked to the microphone with a massive grin, as she slinged the guitar to her front. She held the microphone as she spoke.

"Good evening Brooklyn!"

The crowd was yelling as if it was their last night alive.

Ellie yelled a quick "let's fucking do this!"

As the she brought her fingers down the strum the guitar.

Jesse started playing the drums, and Dina, her backup singer started with the back up vocals.

The crowd sang along and Ellie couldn't help but smile as she saw all that she had accomplished. She was thankful for everything that everyone had done for her over the years.

But she knew she wouldn't have come this far if it wasn't for you.

They say I'm too young to love you

They say I'm too dumb to see

They judge me like a picture book

By the colors, like they forgot to read

I think we're like fire and water

I think we're like the wind and sea

You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down

You're up, I'm down

You're blind, I see

When you and Ellie fell in love, the two of you were only 15. Everyone always told you that you and Ellie would never last. That you were too young. But yet the two of you stayed together years later.

You were never as talented as Ellie.

Where she could flourish in room filled with people, you would shy away and hide a corner.

You've always wanted to be famous. You remembered when you younger you used to watch people blow up, and wish it was you.

You wished that you could be in the spot light. But for some reason you couldn't do anything to achieve that.

You were the complete opposite of Ellie. And because you were so shy you missed so many opportunities, and you hated yourself for that.

You met Ellie when you were 9 and you fucking hated her. She was everything you were not.

She was attractive, good at playing multiple instruments and she could sing. There was no way you would be able to beat or to come close to the Ellie Williams.

But where Ellie failed, you excelled. Ellie wasn't good with organization, or management. She was quite clumsy, to be honest.

And as soon as you guys became friends you helped her. You helped her make a schedule, you helped her make posters, you helped her with everything.

The two of you were an unstoppable duo.

Where Ellie was on fire or nervous, you would always calm her down, and put out whatever she got herself into.

When Ellie told you she liked you, you knew this was a way to get in. A way to get into the industry. Ellie was your key to success, and when you agreed to date her everything became better.

She hired you as her manager, and you had control over everything.

Her reputation, what she posted, who she saw, her finances. You were in control of Ellie and she didn't even realize.

You were going to be successful, and Ellie was the perfect person to use for your plan.

I'm talking about my generation

Talking about that newer nation

And if you don't like it, you can beat it

Beat it, baby

You never liked the way I said it

If you don't get it, then forget it

Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it

Your plan started as soon as Ellie signed the contract.

The first step was for you to become her manager and that was the easiest thing ever due to Ellie always choosing you.

She would've left that company if they didn't let her have you.

As soon as you were in control, you realized that you had to get Ellie as out there as possible.

You arranged photoshoots, and interviews and you pushed her to the limit.

At some point in Ellie's career, she took a dip. She struggled, to write songs, she struggled to do anything.

You were loosing money and you hated that.

And on one random winter night it hit you.

You needed to hurt Ellie.

You loved her, but you were never in love with her. You cared, but you loved money more.

It started with small comments, such as:

"work harder" and "you can do better" and soon after you realized that manipulating her was the best way to about this whole situation.

You convinced her, that all her friends apart from the golden trio hated her.

"Ellie they are just using you. They'll never support you, like I do"

She cut ties with all of them and she wrote beautiful songs from the heartache, of loosing her dearest friends.

You made hate accounts on social media that focused on making fun of her insecurities. And with that more and more songs came out.

You were hurting her, but it was only temporary. Hurt is temporary, money will last you a lifetime.

You'll do anything to get what you want, and nothing and no one suspected you.

How could they? You were the love of Ellies life. The person she wrote most of her songs about.

But little did Ellie know you were the reason most of her songs even happened in the first place.

Without you, Ellie would've been nothing.

And you thank god that he gave you such an easy target.

Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool

But he's not as cool as me

'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby

I'm a Brooklyn baby

"Did I do good?" Ellie whisperd as she lay on your chest.

"Could've been better" you lied. She was brilliant as always. But you realized that if you break Ellie down, her music would be better.

She would have more drive, to record and to sing, and to make money. Her hurt is what made you money.

More money, and more recognition for you as her manager.

Ellie let out a sigh.

"Are you sure I should continue singing? Recently you've been disappointed in me and I don't think that's good from a professional point of view" she admitted.

Ellie would always say things like this. Sometimes, the things you would day does get to her. And I hurts, it fucking hurts. But she never saw you as bad person. You were only there to help she would say.

"Don't be sensitive Ellie" you said as you pushed her off your chest.

Ellie sat up immediately with her eyes wide.

"If you stop singing who's gonna pay the bills?" You started.

"Do you want me to end up on the street..? Remember it'll be your fault I something happens to me"

Ellie quickly shook her head.

"No, god- no,... I don't want anything to happen to you" she said.

"Then you better stop thinking about quitting, and so as I say. After all I'm you're manager-"

"and you know what's best" Ellie finished your sentence with a smile.

You gave her a smile back before you opened your arms towards her, gesturing, with your hands that she lay down.

Ellie quickly crawled back into your lap, as she lay her head back down onto your chest.

"Sorry" she spoke softly.

"Don't be sorry" you muttered as you ran your fingers through her hair.

"Just go out there and make me proud... i love you, ok?" You spoke gently as Ellie closed her eyes and hummed.

Yeah, you might been dating a superstar, but she would never outshine you.

You would always be better than Ellie. Even if it wasn't on stage.

Authors note: thank you sm for all the requests! My inbox is full of them so just know I'm working harder than the devil himself to get all of these out! Remember you are loved and to always be kind!

Yours truly,

Zia:)

bbf ellie pls!!! brother/sister’s best friend🙏🙏 maybe ellie is like a family friend and a bit older than reader

headcannons: brothers best friend!ellie williams x reader

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part 2

☆ Ellie first noticed you when you were still in high school, all wide-eyed and trailing after your older brother. She thought you were adorable but too young to even consider.

☆ The first time she saw you laughing over something dumb on your phone, that soft, genuine sound made her stop mid-conversation with your brother.

☆ You once walked into the kitchen in pajama shorts while she and your brother were gaming — Ellie almost dropped her controller.

☆ Ellie liked how you never treated her like “just his friend.” You joked with her, made sarcastic comments — you treated her like an equal. That stuck with her.

☆ She found herself watching you in the background — during family BBQs, movie nights, or when you'd pass behind the couch to grab snacks.

☆ She memorized the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous.

☆ You gave her a birthday card once — a dorky handmade one. She kept it. It's still in her drawer.

☆ One day, she heard you singing in your room when you didn’t know anyone else was home. She leaned against the wall and listened like it was a private concert.

☆ She started looking forward to hearing about you — from your brother, or anyone, really.

☆ She once overheard you rant about a book or movie, and it made her grin so hard she had to bite her cheek to hide it.

☆ Your passion for random things charmed her — even if it was stupid stuff like organizing your closet by color.

☆ She started teasing you more often, just to get that annoyed scrunch in your brows.

☆ The way your nose crinkled when you were confused made her want to kiss it. She had to shut those thoughts down fast.

☆ You were the background of her life for so long — and then, slowly, you became the main focus without her even noticing.

☆ The moment she realized she was crushing hard? You came home from college break wearing a tank top and eyeliner, and she couldn’t look away.

☆ She starts coming over more, even when your brother isn't home. “Thought I’d wait for him,” she lies.

☆ She brings snacks she knows you like and pretends they’re for everyone.

☆ She subtly defends you during any teasing from your brother. “Leave her alone, she’s smarter than both of us.”

☆ When you post on social media, she’s always the first to view it. She never likes it though — just watches in silence.

☆ Ellie makes playlists she claims are for gaming, but they’re secretly full of songs that remind her of you.

☆ If you mention liking a band or movie, she’ll binge it that night.

☆ She keeps a photo of your family on her phone — because you’re in it.

☆ She starts sitting next to you on the couch more often, her thigh brushing yours.

☆ She laughs at all your jokes — even when they’re bad.

☆ You once accidentally touched her hand while passing something — she froze and replayed that moment for days.

☆ She secretly changes her cologne after you once said, “You smell good today.”

☆ When you're upset, she’s the first one to ask what’s wrong — sometimes more invested than your own brother.

☆ She offers you her hoodie when you’re cold and doesn’t ask for it back.

☆ Her texts to you are rare but thoughtful. She sends memes she knows only you'd get.

☆ She always remembers little details — your favorite cereal, your exam dates, your dog’s name.

☆ She stops flirting with random girls when you’re around.

☆ She makes you coffee exactly the way you like it when she’s over in the mornings.

☆ You once joked about marrying a rich musician. Ellie was irrationally annoyed all day.

☆ She buys a video game she hates just because you said you wanted to try it.

☆ She always acts cooler around you — leans against walls, deeper voice, more aloof — until she stumbles or knocks something over.

☆ She absolutely hates hearing about your crushes or dates. Her smile gets tight. Her tone sharpens.

☆ She once googled the guy you were seeing. Just to “check him out.”

☆ When you go to a party, she subtly interrogates your brother about who's there.

☆ She’ll tease you for flirting, but only to hide the jealousy brewing underneath.

☆ You once called her “like a big sister” and she couldn’t sleep that night.

☆ If someone else compliments you, she always has to top it with something witty or sarcastic.

☆ She fakes disinterest when you talk about your love life — but listens to every detail.

☆ She once interrupted a date by “accidentally” showing up at the same place.

☆ She texts you randomly when you're out late. “Just making sure you’re not dead.”

☆ She glares (subtly) at any guy who stands too close to you.

☆ Her whole mood shifts when you’re dressed up for someone else.

☆ She gets more reckless when she’s upset about you — smokes more, drives faster.

☆ You once wore her hoodie in front of your brother and his friends — and she couldn’t stop staring.

☆ When you joke about having a “type,” she always mutters, “That’s not even your type.”

☆ She daydreams about you choosing her — saying “fuck your brother’s opinion” and kissing her first.

☆ She writes about you in her journal under a code name.

☆ She doodles your initials when bored — tiny and hidden in the corners of pages.

☆ She listens to voicemails from you over and over if you’ve ever left one.

☆ Her lock screen changes to a picture from the last group hangout — with you in focus.

☆ She goes out of her way to drive you places when your brother can't.

☆ When you're sick, she's over with medicine before your brother even thinks of it.

☆ She once punched a guy who made a joke about you — claimed it was "just disrespect."

☆ She memorizes your class schedule and mentally calculates when you’ll be home.

☆ When you’re alone with her, she acts like you’re the only thing that matters.

☆ She imagines a future with you constantly — what your place would look like, what you'd cook together.

☆ She keeps a trinket you gave her years ago — a bracelet or pin — hidden in a drawer.

☆ She hates being called “just a friend” by you. It eats her alive.

☆ She sometimes types texts to confess, stares at them, then deletes them.

☆ She leaves anonymous song suggestions on your Spotify. You never know it's her.

☆ She watches how you interact with others — always comparing, always hoping you treat her a little different.

☆ One night, she sees you cry over someone who didn’t deserve you — and it physically hurts her.

☆ She finally admits to herself that she’s not just crushing. She’s in love with you.

☆ She starts avoiding you for a while — it’s too painful to be close without saying anything.

☆ When she comes back around, she’s quieter, more intense — her eyes linger longer, her jokes come with an edge.

☆ The final straw? You tell her one night: “I always liked you more than any of my brother’s friends.” And she knows she can’t keep hiding.

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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professor ellie masterlist

☆ Ellie knows she’s going to marry you long before she tells you. She buys the ring three months into living together. Keeps it hidden in her desk drawer beside annotated books and letters from you.

☆ She proposes on the floor of your shared office. Not at a dinner, not with a crowd—just soft music, ink-stained fingers, and a whispered: “Be my always. My only. My mind, my muse, my wife.”

☆ The ring is engraved with a quote from your writing. Not hers. Yours. "You make knowledge feel like coming home."

☆ She asks your opinion on “proposals in literature” a week before. You think she’s researching. She’s just trying not to cry at the idea of you saying yes.

☆ When you say yes, she buries her face in your neck and shakes. Not from nerves. From relief. From awe. From the raw ache of being loved back.

☆ She starts referring to you as “my fiancée” constantly. In grocery stores. On campus. During panels. “My fiancée’s theory on this is actually quite relevant…”

☆ She changes your contact name to “Almost My Wife.” With 3 hearts and a lock emoji.

☆ She sleeps with her hand resting over yours every night. On your ring finger. She checks it like it’s her most sacred relic.

☆ She updates her entire academic bio to include you. “Currently lives with her partner, her muse, and greatest intellectual influence.”

☆ She teaches a lecture titled: “The Intersection of Intimacy and Intellectual Devotion” She’s talking about you. The class has no idea.

☆ Ellie wants a tiny wedding—just you, the vows, and a quiet lake. But if you want more, she’ll plan a thousand-guest celebration without blinking. “You say the word and I’ll build the world for you.”

☆ She insists on writing her vows by hand. In her favorite pen. On pages she slips under your pillow the night before.

☆ She practices saying “wife” alone in her car. Wife. Wife. Wife. She can’t stop smiling.

☆ She hides love notes inside the wedding checklist binder. You find one labeled: “Stop reading this and come kiss your future.”

☆ When you choose your dress, she sketches you in it from memory that same night. Adds it to her journal. Dates it. “The day I saw her and forgot how to breathe.”

☆ Her friends throw her a chill night in. But she sneaks off to call you every hour. “I can’t even pretend to want to be anywhere you’re not.”

☆ You write each other letters to read before the ceremony. She cries through hers. Has to reapply mascara. Still keeps the tear-streaked one folded in her breast pocket.

☆ She makes a playlist of songs that remind her of your earliest days. Plays it while getting ready. One track in, she’s sitting down, hand over heart, whispering: “Holy shit. I’m marrying her.”

☆ She starts dreaming of your last name beside hers on academic papers. No hyphen. No division. Just unity.

☆ You give her a watch as a pre-wedding gift. She whispers: “I’ll count every second I get with you.”

☆ When you walk down the aisle, Ellie mouths “mine.” Once. Quiet. Like a prayer.

☆ She cries when you hold her hands. Not one tear. A whole storm. Her lips tremble when you say her name.

☆ Her vows start academic and crumble into desperation. “I thought I understood devotion—until you. You rewrote me. I’m yours now. Completely.”

☆ Her fingers shake when she slips the ring on yours. But her voice never falters: “With this, I give you everything.”

☆ She kisses you like no one is watching. It’s not performative. It’s urgent. She’s been waiting forever.

☆ She refers to you as her wife every chance she gets. Out loud. On paper. In conversation. She beams every time.

☆ She can’t stop touching the ring on your hand. Kisses it. Spins it. Holds it during dinner. “Still feels like a dream.”

☆ She hangs your wedding photo above her desk. Right beside her degrees. “My greatest achievement.”

☆ She uses your wedding date as her new password. She’ll never forget it. She couldn’t.

☆ She journals the first 365 days of your marriage. Every little thing. Every breakfast. Every smile. Every time you say her name like it means everything.

☆ She changes her legal name just to have part of yours. No one expected it. But she wanted it.

☆She introduces herself at lectures as “Dr. Ellie Williams—but more importantly, a wife.” Every time. Her proudest title.

☆ She builds a library with your last name engraved at the entrance. It’s her gift to the university. Her devotion in bricks.

☆ She keeps a framed note that says “You said yes.” Next to the ring box. Beside her bed.

☆ When you fall asleep first, she whispers: “Married you. Won.”

☆ She keeps your wedding vows on her desk at all times. Reads them when she feels lost.

☆ She starts calling you “my forever” in texts. Even to herself. Especially when you're not around.

☆ She wears her ring when she lectures. And if she forgets it? She’ll cancel class. That’s how wrong it feels.

☆ She celebrates every mini-anniversary. First date, first kiss, first “I love you.” “Why wouldn’t we honor our history?”

☆ Her phone background is a photo of your hand in hers. Wedding rings shining. Sunlight catching on your fingers.

☆ She saves every note you leave her, even grocery lists. “Married girl handwriting,” she says with a grin. She signs every card, “your wife, your fool, your scholar.”

☆ When she wins awards, she thanks you before anyone. “For keeping my soul fed while I chase knowledge.”

☆ She keeps your last name on her lips like a spell. Soft. Reverent. Yours.

☆ She reads your vows aloud every year on your anniversary. Her voice always cracks by the second paragraph.

☆ She builds you a bench at the lake where you married. With a plaque that reads: “Where I became hers.”

☆ She keeps your bouquet dried and shadow-boxed in her office. Next to a note: “Every day since has been full bloom.”

☆ She still asks you to dance in the kitchen. Same song. Same rhythm. Same girl.

☆ She rereads the proposal letters every winter. Wears your old hoodie and says: “Still can’t believe.”

☆ And when she’s asked what love is, she says: “It’s when you look at someone and think: If I never wrote again, I’d still have said everything I ever needed—just by choosing her.”

All the angst you write is so beautiful I’m in tears

omfg thank you sm! this means so much to me🥺

I love you pookie<33

Sports car- ellie williams x reader

This story is based off the song Sports car by Tate Mcrae. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing- ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one or just send me a song and I'll take it from there:)

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Mature content. Emotional detachment, lust, sexual themes, smut, strap-usage (r receiving)

Summary: in which she took you for a ride

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She drove like she kissed—reckless, sharp, and impossible to forget.

The city lights blurred through the passenger window as Ellie floored it, her hand resting casually on your thigh, fingers tapping out some beat only she knew. You had told yourself you weren’t going to fall again, but here you were—burning for someone who didn’t promise anything. Someone who wouldn’t slow down.

You turned your head and caught her smirk as the engine roared. She looked like she belonged behind the wheel of something fast. Something dangerous. Something just like her.

“You okay?” she asked, like she didn’t already know the answer.

“Are you?” you shot back.

Her fingers pressed a little firmer into your skin.

“Come here,” she muttered, taking a sharp turn that made your heart stutter. She pulled into the back of an empty parking garage, shadows swallowing the car whole.

The world fell quiet.

She leaned over the console and kissed you like she was trying to leave a mark. It wasn’t gentle—never was with Ellie. Her tongue pushed past your lips, one hand threading into your hair while the other slid up beneath your hoodie. She dragged her nails along your ribs, and your hips shifted toward her without thinking.

“Climb over,” she said, voice low and commanding.

You didn’t hesitate. You straddled her lap, knees pressed to the leather seat, hands in her hair. She pulled your hoodie off in one clean motion, mouthing along your collarbone, biting when you whimpered.

Her hands were everywhere—rough, searching, greedy.

“Think I’m obsessed with you,” she murmured, dragging her mouth down to your chest, tongue teasing a nipple before she sucked hard enough to make you gasp. “Or maybe I just like the way you fall apart for me.”

You tugged at her shirt, exposing the ink that curled around her ribs. Your fingers skimmed the scars on her shoulder, the ones she never talked about. She shivered, but not from the cold.

“You always drive this fast?” you asked, voice thick.

“Only when I’m trying to outrun something,” she said, pulling a condom from the glovebox with one hand while kissing you breathless with the other.

Her jeans were undone in seconds. You pushed her back, straddling her again as she guided you down slowly onto her strap. The stretch made your head fall to her shoulder.

“Fuck—” she hissed, hands gripping your waist as you started to move. “Just like that, baby…”

The car smelled like sweat and sex and the faint scent of pine from the old air freshener swinging by the mirror. You rode her hard, chasing that sharp edge, watching her eyes darken as she lost herself beneath you.

Your name fell from her lips like a confession.

She came first, hands trembling, mouth open against your throat. You followed seconds later, collapsing against her as your heart raced like her engine.

You stayed like that for a moment. Silent. Breathing each other in.

But Ellie was already lighting a cigarette, window cracked, profile cold in the moonlight.

You leaned back, pulling your hoodie over your bare chest.

“You always leave after?” you asked, knowing the answer.

She looked at you. Quiet. Apologetic in that way that never changed anything.

“I don’t know how to stay,” she said simply. You nodded. Like always.

Because she was a sports car—built for speed, not forever.

And you? You were just trying to survive the ride.

Hey so could you maybe do ellie with “I was all over her” by salvia Plath

I was all over her - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon! i tried a different format because im still trying to get used to how to write and stuff lol, also the song choice??? hello??? one of my favorite crying songs fr, i hope you enjoy <3

This story is based off the song I was all over her by Salvia Palth! if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: murder, angst, sadness, mommy issues

Summary: in which she wanted to be all over you

authors note: uni applications are open this month im so nervous that i wont get accepted... im stress writing bro

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The light was really bright, it hurt her eyes. Ellie hates bright lights.

The buzzing also bothered her.

"How can you be so bright and also make such an annoying sound at the same time?" she wondered as she stared at the lights on the roof.

It was cold in here too.

Fuck

it was really cold. She should've worn a jacket.

The room was plain too. There was just a table a few chairs.

Who decorated this place?

Ellie was snapped out if her judgmental thoughts when detective Miller walked into the room, and he sat across her.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked coldly.

Ellie's handcuffs rattled as she sat up straight.

"I don't" she lied.

"Do you know y/n?" he suddenly asked.

Ellie's eyes widened slightly at the mention of your name. She knew you were. She knew you very well.

You guys were at the same party that night.

That night.

The night she wanted to forget so badly. But how could she? It was engraved into her mind.

She remembered everything.

"She's missing" he said.

"I know"

"I need you to be very honest with me. Do you know what happened to her?"

"No" Liar.

She knew what happened. She was the reason everything happened. She was already drowning in her own guilt.

Detective Miller leaned back into his chair and he let out a dramatic sigh. He knew Ellie knew something, he could sense it.

"Tell me what you remember from that night"

Her muscles tensed when she started telling the story.

"Don't know what I wanted, I have a memory"

Ellie walked into the party, and her nose scrunched up at the smell of weed. Wherever she looked there were people either smoking or drinking, or they were half naked and making out. The room was packed and there was barley space for her to walk.

Ellie hated small spaces, that's why she hated parties. The big crowds, the smells and liquids everywhere, she hated it.

She doesn't know why she was there.

She remembered finding you all alone and sitting at the top of the staircase. She remembered sitting next to you. She remembered how you looked at her.

She remembered, she remembered, she remembered, she remember-

"and then what happened" the detective asked her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"I don't remember" she lied.

"People saw the two of you go into a room together. What happened in there?"

"Back at that party, I was all over her, We didn't make out or do anything, I just remember I was lonely"

You were so sweet. You were so nice and caring. You were the opposite of who she was.

What was a sweet thing like you doing at such a party?

She remembered how you told her that you enjoyed her company, and how you asked her to go somewhere private so the two of you could get to know each other better.

Lavender.

You smelled like lavender.

As she laid next to you on that bed listening to you ramble about why social media is bad for kids she realized how empty she felt.

You made her feel so full, so loved but when you went home she had no one. You guys didn't even have to do anything, as long as she is in your presence.

You made her happy. She needed to keep you. She needed to feel full.

She remembered you falling asleep, she remembered how peaceful you looked, she remembered how she got up and locked the door.

She remembered, she remembered, she remembered-

"Ellie" detective Miller called her. Ellie looked at him with a hum.

"Let's talk about your personal life"

He needed to dig deeper. He knew she was hiding something. He could tell.

"What do you want to know?" Ellie asked with caution.

"Tell me about your mom"

Oh.

"She left"

"I know she did, but do you remember anything about her?"

She let out a sigh, the handcuffs rattled and she realized that she was still being questioned.

She can't get soft now.

"My mom always made me feel like i was a problem, she made me feel... useless." She watched as he wrote down her words.

"Do you think she was right by calling you useless?" He asked, as if he cared. He didn't care, it was his job.

After a few seconds of silence Ellie answered: "I guess I am always, it's not a problem, it's just something, I got used to it"

Ellie locked the door and she slowly walked to where you lay. You looked so peaceful. She touched your hair gently. She wanted to remember you. Ellie took the pillow she was laying on a few seconds ago and she placed it on your face.

She remembered how you screamed, she remembered how you fought back, she remembered how you begged, she remembered her mother.

Her mother left, but you wont right? this way you'll stay with her right?

She remembered how her mom made her fell, she remembered how heartbroken she was.

she remembered, she remembered, she remembered-

"what did you do to her?" Miller asked.

Tears filled Ellies eyes "i killed her"

She just wanted to keep you. She wanted you to be with her. She wanted to be all over you.

The detective let out a sigh "Ellie Williams you're being arrested for murder"

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immmmmm going insane thinking about this 😿😿😿 loser!ellie that would randomly say to u after being staring for so long: “you’re so art deco”/ “you look like that part from Art Deco yk from lana del rey”

like out of nothing , then she would return to whatever tf she was doing🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

pookie this is so loser!ellie coded tbh

warnings: none

Ellie sat on your bed as her fingers strummed her guitar as she patiently waited for you.

Ellie sat in her own self pity because of tonight. You were going out and Ellie had to stay here. She wanted to keep you here with her but that would be selfish.

Ellie knew she was a selfish girl, especially when it came to you, but she knew you needed the break. It would only be a few hours and then you'd be home soon, in Ellie's arms.

Whatever you want you'd get. And if you wanted a night out without Ellie, you would get it.

Ellie quietly hummed when she heard the shower turn off, her eyes lingered at the door waiting for you to walk out, her fingers stilled waiting in suspense.

The opened and hot steam seeped out of the room, and you walked out in all your glory.

Your hair was still dripping, leaving water droplets wherever you walked. Your body was covered in a white towel. You looked so pretty and relaxed, and as you entered the room the scent of your body wash consumed Ellie's senses.

"Hi els" you muttered when you noticed her eyes on you.

You heard her audibly gulp, before she looked back down at her guitar and replying with a simple “hi”.

You smiled at her shyness before you walked towards your vanity. You were going out tonight, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, finally getting a break from your shitty job.

You deserved tonight.

Ellie knew she was being a perv, and this was definitely creepy but how could she look away when you looked like that.

She silently watched as you did your hair, she watched as you walked around the room choosing an outfit, She watched the way the water droplets on your shoulders went dry.

She shouldn’t be staring. That’s creepy, but how could you expect her to look away when you look like that.

god you were making this hard for her.

"You look like that one Lana Del Ray song"

"huh?"

Ellie's face turned read, she felt sweaty, her heart was going to explode out of her chest.

She wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.

Fuck.

"What did you say Ellie?"

She gulped once again before shyly meeting your gaze: "you look like that one Lana Del Rey song" "Which one els?"

Ellie looked away and you walked towards her, placing your hand under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Tell me Ellie"

god you made her feel so small

"Um art deco….. yeah you're so art deco"

a small appeared on your face as you let go of her chin.

"thank you els... you think I look that pretty to be compared to a Lana song?"

"you're the prettiest, but right now, in this moment you look like that song. You could never be compared to anything because there's nothing that describes your beauty. I will never know how to describe you, but through music... it describes like- like a glimpse of what you look like"

When Ellie eventually met your gaze, you stood there jaw dropped.

"Anyway you should continue getting ready" Ellie shrugged, before she brought her fingers back to her guitar.

How could she say something like that and just go back to playing her guitar as if nothing happened?

You slowly walked back to your vanity as you looked at her through your mirror. You heard her play the melody of art deco and a smile spread onto your face as you went back to doing your makeup.

Ellie looked up from where she was playing to look at you do your makeup.

Both of you had the same thought:

How did you get so lucky?