Fernbruises - ⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 SWEET DIVINE

psa!!! a gentle reminder not to listen to strangers by ethel cain when in the middle of your bi-monthly spiral about that one wlw relationship that didn’t work out 👍🏼

i love awkward woman. i love nerdy woman. i love geeky woman. i love ellie williams.

honestly theres always been something really wrong with me but whatever

bout to devour a soft boiled egg and soldiers

ellie is definitely the type to go ham on the ends of pencils. like, you lend her one and by the time you get it back it’s covered in teeth marks, the eraser has been through it, and you’re left genuinely wondering if she’s part rodent

not a request but i just wanted to say how much i love your writing ❤️ you write Ellie with such depth and in a lot of ways you seem to include things about her that make a lot more sense than the things we find out about her in game?? i dont know how to properly explain what i mean there lol but i just love your work so much :)

ahhh this is so sweet 🥹🥹 *pinches your cheek*

thank you so much for reaching out to tell me that + dw i know what you’re trying to say!!! it means a lot that you think that, it’s a huge compliment 🫶🏼

i’m always so happy/relieved to hear i do ellie justice

https://x.com/sapphicult/status/1894898474019102852?s=46&t=J7S6-MikNa1SpbCsaGaZSQ

there’s a special place in heaven for you

hiii can we get something with bbf!ellie? maybe fluff or suggestive

you absolutely can 🫶🏻

slow replies, thinking about bbf!ellie catching you half naked on the landing after your shower.

she just spawns, having left your brother on the couch bitching to the fucking dust mites about his third straight loss against her on mortal kombat (his suggestion, by the way—always his suggestion! fully aware of ellie’s impeccable track record). she’d just wanted to use the bathroom… well, that’s the excuse she’d used, anyway.

all casual, so unbothered. like… she’d been nonchalant enough in asking your brother if you were home, tossing it out with a fake little shrug in her voice but secretly hopeful as ever, and he’d just replied with a very disinterested “yeah, somewhere”, because he genuinely did not give a fuck. but she knew what she was doing—it had only been halfway through their third rematch when she’d heard the faint sound of the shower running, and so the second that water switched off? infiltration time!!! and she was up, off of that couch and mounting the stairs like it was a covert mission, timing the whole thing perfectly, reaching the landing at the precise moment you were crossing it post-shower; hair still wet, skin speckled with water droplets, in nothing but a towel… she couldn’t have planned it better if she’d tried, honestly.

her eyes visibly light up when she sees you, when they meet yours, and she vows to you that she didn’t know you were showering, but she’s also straight up laughing??? like, she’s the world’s worst liar ever… love that for her! and she’s so unashamedly ecstatic at this “coincidental” turn of events that it just entirely cancels out whatever terrible little facade she’s attempting. and??? the way her eyes flick up and down, my goddd, like she knows she shouldn’t be looking but she’s absolutely shameless in just out-and-out staring. i’m talking zeeero shame, that little lesbian has no moral compass whatsoever. and you just roll your eyes, pretending to be so done with her, as if you aren’t secretly thrilled that she’s here—as if you aren’t thiiiiis close to pulling open your towel just to see what she’d do. and then you’re all like, “skipping out on quality guy time just to catch me half naked?”

and her eyes are just all over your body now— especially your collarbone, the slope of your neck, and that tiny freckle decorating the swell of your breast that she knows will keep her up tonight, because seriously, how has she never seen that before? but then she locks in again, all smug and shruggy, “just got bored of kicking your brother’s ass. figured i’d come look at yours, instead.” (!!!) and you just pull a face, but she catches you stand a little straighter and she swears you’re pulling your towel tighter??…she has never wanted to be a towel so bad in her entire life. there’s a beat, and she shoots you that look again— the same one she gave you last summer when the two of you had almost kissed in the cupboard underneath your stairs under the guise of a ‘truth or dare’… the one where nobody dared you.

“i know he’s a little slow,” you tip your chin toward the floorboards, voice low, hoping to god it doesn’t waver under ellie’s stare. “…but, he’ll start catching on if you keep making excuses to come find me.” and thennn you dare to question her bro code, and ellie runs her tongue over her teeth, leaning her shoulder into the wall. you’re talking about bro code? while looking like that? honestly, she’s battling her inner demons so hard—fighting for her life, seconds away from saying something so insanely foul she knows it would haunt her for eternity. but tbh, she would to drop to her knees for you—quite literally drop. to. her. knees. let you squirm against the wall, against her mouth!!! she’s desperate to watch you try to muffle your moans with your hand.

buuut, she’s a little shit. and she can be stubborn. so, she leaves it… eventually, but not before drinking you in one more time, letting her eyes linger over your upper thighs, slow and deliberate. this is an insanely dangerous game… one she is so close to losing.

“put some clothes on,” she mumbles and pivots on her feet, hiding her grin. “…or i’ll have to keep finding reasons to come see you.”

Can we get something with southern butch!ellie being all chivalrous with reader? It can be smutty (or not if you prefer). I love your writing so much I’m excited for more of your work!! 💗

oooh i love this idea!!! absolutely, i will add it to the list!!! 🪄

+ thank you so much for your kind words 🫶🏼