still thinking about ellie's hair but this time about helping her cut it. canon!ellie cuts her own hair. modern!ellie cuts her own hair. every iteration of ellie butchers her own hair this could truly take place in any universe
heading over to her place because you're collecting her to head out, finding her in front of the bathroom mirror in a sports bra, kitchen scissors in hand and shirt thrown somewhere on the floor
just, like, unmethodically chopping bits off
she calls out a 'hey' when she hears you come in, not taking her eyes off what she's doing, pulling one of the foremost strands outstretched then snipping the end off.
"oh, fuck," she says when the piece of hair falls back in place, realizing she's cut way too much off. plus, it's completely uneven.
you scoff at her, coming up behind her and making a show of checking your watch. "is there a reason you've decided to do this now?"
"it was too long. it was pissing me off."
taking her arm, you pivot her around to face you, laughing lightly when you take a proper look. "dude, you've fucked the front up."
"i know, shut up," she whines sheepishly, attempting to turn back towards the mirror, but you stop her.
you examine the pieces, gently swiping them out of her face and trying to get them to sit in a better way. "it's not that bad, it just needs, like... blending?"
"yeah, what do you think i was trying to do?" she replies, words reducing to a short, breathy laugh. a small smile stays on her face as she watches you, eyes flickering over your face while you look at her hair, thinking how to mend it.
"sit down, let me try."
she pulls a little bit of an unsure face, but relents anyway, slowly taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub and handing you the scissors. "i swear to god, if i have to shave my fuckin' head because of you..."
you tut. "can't really make it any worse."
"rude."
"you're rude," you murmur, leaning down and beginning to make some attempt at feathering the choppy strands.
"i'm sweet."
"when you wanna be."
ellie blows air out of her nose and smiles gently in response. your left knee comes up to rest on the edge of the tub, thigh slotting next to her. she automatically shifts her hand onto it, thumb swiping over absent-mindedly as she looks up at you.
it's quiet as you concentrate, brow furrowing subconsciously whilst you try and fix ellie's mess. you didn't really have a clue what you were doing, just trying to make it appear more even without taking too much more off.
anyway, she's content to sit there gazing at you with a tiny, lopsided smile, eyes dripping with adoration as she smooths her fingertips over your thigh.
she breaks the silence halfway through, thinking out loud. "you look good."
you chuckle. when you first met ellie, she was shy around you; but since being together you swiftly figured out once she's out of her shell, she's a shameless flirt. "thank you. so do you."
"want me to eat you out before we go?"
you blow air out of your nose, leaning back to tousle her hair into place. "we're already late."
"i can be quick."
ignoring the way that makes your lower stomach flutter, you move to stand up straight. "did you do the back?"
"yeah, i think it's fine, though," she replies, feeling at the back of her hair.
"c'mere, let me check." you offer a hand to pull her up, and she turns away from you, allowing you to inspect her job. she's right, it looks fine; which makes you wonder how the hell she'd managed to mess up the part she could see, and not the part she was doing blindly.
you prod her in the back, feeling the way she jolts slightly. "you're good to go. that'll be a million dollars."
"ha-ha," she replies, pivoting around to look at herself in the mirror. she leans in, running a hand through the strands. "oh, yeah, it looks way better. thanks, babe."
"welcome." you lean past her to set the scissors down on the sink, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder as you do so. she turns around, taking you by the waist and pulling you into her, pressing languid, deliberate kisses over your neck.
"y'know, that kinda did it for me."
hand moving to thread through her hair, you chuckle at her statement. "why?"
she hums into your skin as she alters her path, mouth moving upwards and over your jaw, lips slotting against your own. "i don't know, 'cause you're hot. and you were, like, basically on top of me, looking all serious and concentrated and shit."
you laugh, taking her by both sides of her jaw, unable to help yourself from kissing her wantingly when you pull her back in.
of course you end up letting her eat you out before you go; ellie on her knees by the bed, your legs slung over her shoulders as she laps at your clit, fingertips pressing into your hips, roaming over your stomach.
you're already late, anyway.
honestly theres always been something really wrong with me but whatever
got work early tmrw but i kind of just want to stay up and write until my eyes burn
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bout to devour a soft boiled egg and soldiers
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
ellie and her strap will be yours tonight
party 4 u is really fucking me up like how do i stop this feeling
: ̗̀➛ ( content warnings ; ☆ = smut, 𖦹 = angst, ♡ = fluff )
𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬
— go to town. ( ☆ )
word count: 4.3k → ˗ˏˋ read ! ˎˊ˗
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬
— soccerplayer!ellie and cheerleader!reader ( ♡ )
word count: 2k → ˗ˏˋ read ! ˎˊ˗
𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
ellie catching you after a shower • read !
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there’s a special place in heaven for you
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.”