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r has a had period and Leah helps her? Lots of physical attention maybe, LY xxx

posted here! thanks so much for the request xx!

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leah williamson | on your side

synopsis your girlfriend gives you enough attention to last a lifetime when you wake up with your period [2K] contents more bf! leah, menstrual pain, slightly suggestive?

Waking with piercing abdominal pain and the morning sun barely shining through your curtains, you dreaded the familiar feeling in your gut.

Even worse than the dull ache of your abdomen was having to leave the warm cocoon your girlfriend had created around you while you both slept. Propping yourself up on one elbow from where you had been laid on her chest, you tried to jostle her sleeping form as little as possible. At the slight adjustment, she let out a series of angry grumbles, your body freezing up at the sound. 

You waited for a tense moment, subconsciously holding your breath as the crease between her eyebrows softened back out and her hands relaxed where they had been touching your naked waist. Peeling her arms off your body carefully, you took care to watch that her even breath didn’t change as you manhandled her enough to let you escape unnoticed. Watching her calm expression, golden hair splayed out manically around her, you felt a flash of frustration at the time with your girlfriend that biology had robbed you of this morning. 

Slipping out of bed, the change of temperature nipped at your exposed skin, clad in only a bralette and small shorts so as to not burn up next to your personal space heater. Desperate to return to your koala of a girlfriend and the affection you had been promised for the day off, you opted out of a sweatshirt and briskly padded over to your adjacent bathroom. What you hadn’t accounted for was the lightheadedness that accompanied the action, and as black spots danced in your vision, you grabbed onto the cold counter for support as you guided yourself down to the floor.

Anticipating passing out, you were surprised at the familiar, tender caress of Leah’s hands on your arms. Her touch helped ground you, and as your vision cleared it was to the sight of her crouched over you, looking terribly worried. Her next words were so gentle you nearly missed them, not wanting to spook you. “Hey love, you back with me?”

You slowly nodded your head, not wanting to be any dizzier, and let out a shaky sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry I woke you Lee, just stood up too fast and got a head rush.” 

Usually being the one to coo over her and adoring taking care of the girl, you always hated making her worry. On many occasions, if Leah thought there was anything slightly off with you, she would drop anything and everything to dote over you- usually meaning that her dignity was the first to go. You were constantly teased for her actions when that side of her came out at training, quick to blush at your teammates’ poor caricatures of your girlfriend’s sappiness. 

Truth be told, you still got nervous butterflies when your girlfriend’s full attention was on you, even with nobody else around. However, you had both agreed to a time where you needed extra attention- your period. Leah, also dealing with debilitating cramps and other side effects of her endometriosis, knew what you needed and was quick to drop anything for you the same way you had done countless times for her. 

Her eyes flitted around your body, like she was looking for what was troubling you. Normally she knew when your period was going to come before you even did, but for it to come at this time was highly unusual. “What’s wrong honey?”

“I think I’ve got my period. I wanted to just deal with it and go back to bed.” You sighed, eyes welling up a bit at the embarrassment of having to be rescued from the bathroom floor and the frustration of it having to deal with it when you weren’t due for another week.

She took you into her arms, and you let out a relieved shaky breath at her just smelling like Leah. The faint scent of her shampoo and soap helped greatly to ground you, but as she pulled away slightly you kept your eyes on the tile, shy under the weight of her worried gaze. Her nail tickled the underside of your chin as she prompted you to meet her eyes, yours still a bit misty. 

Taking her appearance in, you giggled wetly and wiped away the few tears that had escaped. Your girlfriend, for all of her beauty, had her fringe sticking up wildly at different angles- looking like she had been electrocuted. To her chagrin, this had upped your mood greatly, the confused look that graced her face at your uncontrollable laughter spurring on your giggles even further. Calming down, your lips stay upturned in what you’re sure is a horribly lovesick smile as you reach your hands up to tenderly brush her hair back into place with your fingers. Letting them fall to the side of her face, you can’t help yourself but to drag the blonde into a heartfelt kiss, leaving her to bracket your legs with her arms to avoid toppling over at your sudden enthusiasm. 

Pulling away, her face is left rosy at her realization of her previous appearance and at the tender act of affection so early in the morning-  breaking out in a matching dopey smile. Delicately removing herself from your intermingled bodies, she stands and holds her hands out to you. “All right giggly, how about you get cleaned up and we can still have some cuddle time?”

You nod as she delicately helps you to her feet, leading your hands behind her back and letting them go to wrap around you once again- fondly kissing the top of your head as you embrace. In a similar state of undress to you, her bare skin feels wonderful against yours and staves off the slight chill from the cold bathroom tile. Reluctant to break apart, she looks you up and down once again before kissing your cheek for good measure and leaving you. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You snort at the thought of your girlfriend’s cooking abilities, and can hear her yell as she makes her way through your shared apartment. “I heard that!” 

Exiting the bathroom, you feel warm at the sight of the bed made, your favorite sweater of hers perched atop the endless blankets that are normally kicked off in favor of your lover’s body heat. Slipping it on and already missing the blonde, you’re happy to find her exactly where she promised.

“All set?” She's stood in front of the stove, and your hands snake around her middle, nodding your head from its resting place between her shoulder blades. Trying to glance at what she’s making from your position, you tiptoe to look over her shoulder but can’t quite get a glimpse. Finding that venture useless at her height and your unwillingness to detach from her to get a proper view, you nuzzle back into your previous position but miss the earlier feeling of her skin on yours. 

You’re suddenly very glad for the oversized nature of the sweater she slipped on, as you suddenly slide under the back of it, making her jump at your cold hands. Letting out a satisfied hum at her soft skin warming your forehead, you’re jostled at the way her laughs echo throughout her whole body. “Someone’s clingy today huh?”

You pinch her, making her jump, and your voice comes out muffled from under the fabric. “You promised me cuddles and are now depriving me of them. Don’t think you’re so funny.”

“Come on out grumpy, you have to eat first and then I promise you can get all the cuddles you want.” She coos at you, and you consider pinching her again for her condescending tone but leave the warm cocoon you had created anyways. She turns around, resting her hands on your hips and stunning you with her sly smile that gets her out of the trouble she always finds herself in. 

The content that spreads all the way through to your toes is broken when she abruptly places her hands much lower, on your thighs- and hoists you up against her before placing you gently on the counter. You yelp at the action, and smack her arm. “Leah! A little warning would be appreciated!” 

The cold bite of the countertop is quickly quelled by the heat emanating from the stove she’s sat you next to. You’re about to complain further before she shuts you up with a hand on your thigh, causing you to suddenly feel much warmer. She shoots you a smirk at the way your words die on your tongue, and you half-heartedly roll your eyes at her, not very convincing with the way your lips can’t help but curl up at the edges. “No more complaints from the missus I see!”

She smiles wider at your lack of response, beginning to rub circles into your skin with one hand, as she turns back to stirring with the other. You glance over at what she’s making and are pleasantly surprised at what looks to be a pretty good assortment for breakfast sandwiches. You soften at the sight of cut up avocado adorning your beat-up cutting board, the girl forever hating anything green but paying attention to your love. Your gaze drifts back to your girlfriend to find her staring intensely at the eggs she’s stirring around, clearly trying her hardest to not let them get too… crispy.

You admire her in the comfortable silence that’s instigated by her concentration, furrowing her brow while placing ingredients gently atop one another. Momentarily, your gaze is brought to her hands as she turns the stove off, moving to dexterously put everything into place. You Blame your heightened hormones for your momentary distraction, as if you aren’t always smitten for the other girl no matter what she does. 

Broken out of your daydreaming, she appears in front of you proudly, plate in each hand. You resist the urge to laugh at the way yours is teetering slightly, stacked with almost everything in the kitchen that she knows you enjoy. “Voila! A meal fit for a queen.”

Grateful for her work but also just wanting to be close to the girl, you peck her lips gratefully while stealing your own plate and traveling over to the dining table- her hand gripped tightly in yours. Standing next to her, she quirks a confused eyebrow at you as you prompt her to sit down first. As she does, you place your plate next to her, and promptly sit down right in her lap. 

She laughs, but is quick to steady your hips with her hands, maneuvering you onto one of her thighs so that she still has space to eat her own breakfast. “Well hello there beautiful lady! A hello would’ve been nice but I’m sure not complaining.”

“Well I guess when I see such a handsome woman I really just can’t help myself! You can’t blame me!” You punctuate your jest with a pout, moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips before turning to your food. She melts at the gesture, frozen in a stare at your preoccupied form. At the weight of her loving gaze, you once again pinch her, a lot softer than your earlier attack. Snapping out of her stupor, one of her hands reaches for her fork while the other creeps under your sweater- returning to soothing motions over your aching muscles.

Barely able to keep your hands off each other, you both finish your meals in record time, the plates abandoned as you drag her back to your bedroom. Needless to say, she more than fulfills her earlier promise, and for the rest of the day you only leave her arms when she insists on getting you medicine or water. Falling asleep after the fifth movie of the day, you’re sure that she’s the best medicine on the market.

a/n: happy leah day everyone!! this was a super sweet request i couldn't help but to write. they are still open!

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writing so soft n sweet it gave me butterflies 🥹 love love love her fics always

Can you do something about niamh charles captaining the chelsea game please :)

oh captain - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which your girlfriend learns a new fact about you, one she wouldn’t let you forget anytime soon

warnings: suggestive

a/n: niamhy has me in a chokehold, thank you so much for the request, captain niamh is mwah, ily and enjoy!!

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you and your girlfriend, niamh, knew everything about each other. it wasn’t even an exaggeration, niamh was your lifelong childhood friend that you grew up with.

there wasn’t a minute where the two of you weren’t glued together and your closeness proved that.

that’s why it was so shocking for niamh when she figured out your weakness. the armband.

—

you and niamh met in school, stuck together from the time you were both 8. you were both relatively quiet and gravitated towards each other to separate from the chaos of everyone else.

it had been like that ever since, even the smallest bit of distance proving difficult for the both of you.

niamh was the one that actually got you into football, you always watched her practice and the girl would beg you to be an attacker just so she could get better.

you both quickly realised you were actually good and when you went to your family saying you were playing football with your best friend, they were pleasantly surprised.

little did everyone know how successful you and that special someone would be in the future.

there was always awareness for the two of you that you liked each other. everyone could feel the undeniable tension when the two of you would shamelessly flirt until you two got too shy and had to stop, only to pick it up a couple minutes later.

and so, at 18, niamh asked you to be her girlfriend during your weekly friday movie night.

“hiya” niamh smiles when you open the door, pulling you into a bear hug that nearly had you toppling over. “hi, niamhy” you giggle, giving her a gentle squeeze before dragging her inside.

“thief, i was looking for this,” niamh laughs, her hand coming up to tug the bottom hem of the hoodie you were wearing, her gaze lingering on your pink cheeks fondly.

“you left it here, so technically it’s my property” you say cheekily, pulling niamh by the hand to sit beside you on the couch. niamh laughs brightly, shaking her head amusingly as you smirk at her.

you both sit, fluffy blankets immediately envelope you and niamh, thighs brushing together gently as you sat beside her.

“your name is charles, then? something you’re not telling me?” niamh traces her finger over her last name on your back before she nudges your shoulder with hers, you giggle, nudging her shoulder back,

“hm, maybe we’re secretly related?” you tease, “oh god, i hope not” she breathes out, looking over at you and patting your thigh so you’d make eye contact.

the way she was looking at you made you feel incredibly nervous, her blue eyes boring into yours.

“well i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend tonight so not ideal if you’re a family member, gorgeous” niamh says simply, watching as your eyes widen in shock with a smile playing at your lips.

“what?” you try hard not to smile, clearly failing at the bright grin that takes over your features. “do you see my predicament? i really want to ask” she chuckles, smiling at you gently as you comprehend what was happening.

you take a deep breath, launching forward to pull her into a kiss, she gasps against your mouth, no ounce of hesitation showing as she moves her lips in sync with yours.

you smile against each other during the kiss, niamh’s hands cupping your cheeks while yours rested on the base of her neck, both of you gently running your thumbs over the skin.

niamh pulls away slightly breathless, smiling at you brightly, “is that a yes then?” she mocks, “hard no” you tease her, making her pull you towards her again for another kiss.

this one was much more passionate than the first. she pulls away again barely, “now?” the word brushing against your lips, “try again” you whisper, she pulls you into another kiss, one that made you feel light headed, feeling like if you stood you’d fall to the ground.

you pull away with a quick peck, “it was a yes the first time” you giggle, niamh gives you a firm kiss, “i know, baby”

—

you and niamh both played together at liverpool before the transfer to chelsea, the two of you unstoppable on the pitch. you and niamh expected the best from each other, the two of you asking for constant feedback to push harder.

you and niamh obviously had a lot on your shoulders but the only people you wanted to impress was each other, the giddy feeling of pride for one another feeling like a drug you both couldn’t drop.

niamh would be the first one to you when you’d get a goal, sweeping you up in a tight hug and kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“you’re perfect” niamh grins, her lips still lingering on your cheek as she pulled you to her, you tuned out everyone else in the group hug, the only arms you felt around you were your girlfriend’s.

whenever niamh would tackle someone well, her eyes would drift to you almost immediately, looking for your little nod or smile of approval, only pushing to get it again. she turned into putty around you, collapsing in your arms after each match with a homely smile.

“you played so well, my love” you grin, giving her a quick kiss before her face tucks into where your shoulder meets your neck. “you too, baby, almost too good” she’d tease, her arms wrapped tightly around you afraid you’d disappear anytime soon.

it was well known niamh was the clingier one in your relationship. not saying you weren’t because you most definitely were addicted to niamh, but this girl had to be touching you whenever she could.

you both got teased about it but it didn’t phase you, your solidarity with each other offering comfort that nothing else could.

—

you two still had your dedicated friday’s to your movie nights (like you didn’t have one almost every night). you were flat on your back while niamh lay on top of you, melting into your body when your hands raked through her hair, the gentle scratch of your nails against her scalp making it almost impossible to move.

you both had a game tomorrow and niamh insisted that you both had adequate rest before the match tomorrow.

niamh nuzzled into you gently, sighing happily when you placed a gentle kiss on her hairline.

“kill me now and i’d be okay with it” niamh moves her head to kiss your sternum before moving up slightly so her face could hover above yours.

“who would help me hide the body?” you smile up at her, tucking her hair behind her ear. niamh thought about it for a moment, almost too seriously, “well i would do it the best so maybe not” she teases, kissing you gently, you laugh against her lips.

“you’re so silly” you smile, she playfully bites the side of your neck, “you love it” she mocks, her hand running down your arm slowly until her hand interlaced with yours.

she hovers over you when you don’t respond, giving you a challenging expression until you laughed, “mhm, i do” you nod, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as you other one rests on her waist.

“ready for tomorrow?” she questions, moving to lay on her side next to you, prompting you to do the same, your hands interlaced in the middle of you.

“it’s just a regular game, just a little nervous” you shrug, your eyes tracing every detail of her face, making her stomach flip no matter how long you’d been together.

“you’re not getting lazy are you, baby?” she teases, you roll your eyes fondly, “never, love” you smile, puckering your lips for niamh to give you a kiss that she happily gave you.

you both chatted back and forth with the gentle hum of the movie filling the rest of the air, both of your attention solely focused on each other.

niamh knew she was captain for tomorrow, for the first time ever. she was about to tell you then and there because she received the text when you were in the shower but it slipped her mind once she started kissing you. you were always one to distract her.

—

the next day, you were weary of niamh’s sudden excitement, her being the one to drag you out of bed with a bunch of kisses distributed around your face and your lips.

she drove to the stadium excitedly, her hand gently squeezing your thigh every couple of seconds. you were truly confused, this match was important but not one that would have her reacting like this. she was up to something and you were gonna get to the bottom of it.

when you both made it to the change rooms, niamh pushed you towards aggie, making you fall into the blonde’s arms while niamh ran off to her.

you didn’t see her hide the armband in her boot, making it look like she was just double checking everything when you looked at her in shock after recovering from falling.

you narrow your eyes at her when she approached, your arms crossed over your chest as you met in the middle.

“hi, gorgeous” niamh says smugly, holding her arms out to you and frowning when yours stayed crossed. “you’re up to something and i don’t like it, niamh”

a little pout was evident on your face, your eyebrows furrowed at niamh’s behaviour. “baby” niamh sings out, her hands moving to grip your hips as she pulled you a little closer.

“you’re so lucky i love you, niamh charles, honestly” you point out, making the taller girl grin and squeeze your hips gently. “i love you too, beautiful” she cheeses out, “don’t be mad” she teased, her arms wrapping around you to pull you into a hug.

you really tried to stay firm with her, still not understanding why she was being so secretive but niamh always managed to pull you out of an angry mood. she presses a kiss to your cheek, “you can’t stay mad at me forever, babe” kissing your cheek again, pulling you closer.

“niamhy” you groan before you break out into a smile, “stop it, i’m angry” you attempt to push her away but she only grips you tighter, her lips pressing against yours.

on instinct, your arms wrap around her neck and pull her closer, making her grin against you knowing you cracked, you pull away with a glare, “shut up” you grit, “okay” she grins, capturing your lips in another quick kiss before you both began to get ready for the match.

you were ready first, going to the mirror to do your final touches and came back to a sight for sore eyes.

there stood your girlfriend, looking beautiful as usual in her kit but something was different. a neon yellow band hugging her bicep with a big ‘C’ printed on it.

your breath hitched, you and niamh just looking at each other. your eyes dart around her body, taking in her appearance before settling back on the band. your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.

niamh had a shit eating grin on her face, trying not to laugh at your reaction. “you alright?” she laughs, walking a little closer to you. you genuinely felt like you couldn’t breathe, not understanding why this was so mind boggling to you.

you weren’t sure how it was possible but she was even more attractive, the band giving her a confidence that was incredibly overwhelming and just overall jaw dropping.

you couldn’t even look her in the eye, suddenly going shy when she got close to you, seeing the way the band fit so well against her bicep.

“you’re captain?” you breathe out, eyes still trained on the band. “yes i am” she grins, her hand gripping your chin and tilting it upwards to meet your gaze.

“why are you all shy?” she teases, her other hand resting on your hip. “i’m not” you scoff, but your pink cheeks said otherwise. “sure you’re not, baby” she smiles, clearly enjoying this.

feeling a little brave, your hand made its way to her bicep, your thumb brushing over it with wide pupils.

“you look so good” you blurt out, almost regretting it knowing how much it would inflate her ego.

“who knew you’d like this so much” niamh says cheekily, watching as you gripped her bicep tighter. “calm down, charlsey” you grin, your free hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss.

niamh could tell what you were feeling, the butterflies in your stomach clearly making its way into your kisses because it spread to her. you were both so giddy about this, you loving niamh in it and niamh loving your reaction.

“we need to line up” niamh pulls away, “your captain says so” she smiles, you couldn’t control the little noise that came out from the back of your throat, niamh was riling you up and you knew it.

although, clearly it was working because you couldn’t keep your hands off her.

“one more” you whine, pulling her into another kiss as you both neared the tunnel, “baby,” she breathes out against your lips, “they’re waiting” you kiss her again,

“don’t. care” you say between kisses, your hand plated on niamh’s cheek while the other roamed her left arm, squeezing the yellow cuff sitting there.

she grabs your face in between her hands, kissing you quickly before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the tunnel. your hand didn’t let go of hers when she led you to your spot.

you give her a pleading expression, she shakes her head fondly, a quick peck placed on your lips before she puts some distance between you. she would give into you in a heartbeat and conditions weren’t exactly ideal.

“later” she says firmly, squeezing your hand and walking to the front of the line. your heart eyes were evident from your spot, watching niamh’s every move as she talked to her mascot, she was the only one with one and it only made things worse for you. she was killing you. and she knew it. she loved it.

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the game progresses, both you and niamh playing extremely well, managing to get yourself a goal. and when the celebration came, you smiled brightly at niamh before your eyes fell to the armband.

when she pulled you into a tight hug, she chuckled, kissing your cheek repeatedly with words of praise spilling from her mouth.

you were bright red when she pulled away, watching as she threw you a cheeky wink before she ran back to her position.

after the game was over, you both did your laps of signatures and photos, waiting for niamh as she pulled for interviews.

when she was done, she walked over to you painfully slowly and as soon as she was in reach, you dragged her into the darkness of the tunnel again, your lips finding her in an instant.

“why couldn’t i be captain earlier? look at you” she whines, the words quickly cut off with your lips pressed on hers again. you pull away breathlessly, your cheeks pink as you looked at her, feeling like you’ve kissed her for the first time.

you pull her down slightly so her ear was next to your mouth, “can you bring this home?” your hand snapping the band against her skin, making her jolt lightly.

she nods, kissing the tip of your nose with a smile. “i already had a spare one in my bag” she grins, running off to the showers to get you home as quickly as possible.

let’s just say, that armband has more positives than anything.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you xx

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leah williamson | training wheels

synopsis your plan for a romantic date goes downhill when your girlfriend admits she doesn't know how to ride a bike [2.1K] contents pouty! leah, slight injury, slightly suggestive

You really thought that your girlfriend would be blown away by your plans for a romantic date, but you apparently had made a quite significant miscalculation. 

Leah, constantly one to sweep you off your feet, had organized a sweet weekend getaway to Amsterdam for your six month anniversary. Since joining the club and hitting it off with the blonde, you hadn’t had much time to explore around Europe like you’d hoped when you first decided to make the move. With the way she hung onto your every word, Leah had clearly remembered this small detail and planned an extremely thoughtful getaway around it, surprising you with the plane tickets after training one day. 

You were nearly drunk on the amount of affection you felt for the girl, having been sufficiently pampered with the amount of plans she had made for the two of you. The day before, Leah had arranged a walking tour of the city which, wanting to stay in her own little bubble with you- was guided by the overexcited girl herself. Judging by the exasperated texts you received from a certain Dutch striker afterwards, it seemed that she had really gone all out to impress you, even if it meant she was never allowed to ask Viv a question again. If you hadn’t been completely gone for her by that point, you had arrived back to your beautiful hotel room just to see a new dress and heels laid out on your bed, before you were promptly shooed off to get ready. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom that had turned into your holding cell at her insistence, you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of your girlfriend in a suit you had picked out for her during one of your first ‘dates.’ She had been so nervous then, and desperate for an excuse to see you away from your teammates’ teasing remarks, using the excuse of an upcoming event to have you go shopping together. You never did get to see her in it, and when you had started dating, she claimed that it was too precious and had to be used for an incredibly important event. 

Apparently, she had deemed her surprise dinner date a special enough occasion, almost missing the reservation due to your appreciation of her attire. After hours of giggling over an expensive bottle of wine and being kindly told to wrap it up by staff, both your stomach and heart were completely full. Stumbling around in the streets hand-in-hand, entirely too dressed up while looking for ice cream with her jacket hugging your shoulders, you could have died happy.

So, after finally collapsing for the night and drifting on cloud nine, you decided you wanted to return the favor somewhat- to make her swoon for once. With a free day tomorrow, and her snoring softly in your ear with your head pillowed by her arm, you sneakily turned your phone brightness down and hatched your plan. 

In the morning, even though Leah took so much coaxing to get out of bed that your lips were sore, you had succeeded in getting her dressed and out the door. Not one to enjoy being out of the know, she had attempted many sneaky glances at your navigation app, receiving warning glances every time she tried to distract you from your mission. As you approached, you gave her a deceivingly sweet smile, immediately making her suspicious. “Love, you’re being quite cryptic and we’ve gotten pretty rural. Do I really treat you so badly you’ve taken me to the Dutch countryside to kill me?”

“Leah! Where’s your sense of adventure?” You pout at her with hands on your hips, determined to have your dream realized. “Now can you close your eyes please?”

“Oh, this is really the end for me now. Tell my mum I love her.” She sasses back at you, but does as you say anyhow, putting her hands over her eyes for emphasis. You mock her accent and pouty tone under your breath, but delicately guide her by the crook of her elbow, taking care that she doesn’t trip over anything. 

She lets you lead her, careful to keep her eyes shut to avoid upsetting you and whatever has gotten you so excited. You firmly tell her to stay where she is and reinforce that she needs to keep her eyes shut before she hears your steps walk off. She worries you’ve gone and left her abandoned there before she makes out your voice talking to someone quietly, curious at the clanging that follows the conversation. Relieved at the warmth of your hands returning to her, you slowly take her hands away from her eyes. “I’m going to count down! Stay here- ” She hears you scurry off and at your prompt, opens her eyes, letting them adjust to the sunny day. 

“Ta-da!!” Her eyes focus on you, before dragging over to what you’re gesturing excitedly to. Hand gestures highlighting two bikes- fuck. Her face goes completely red as you prattle on, “We’ll be so cute! And this path up here goes just past some pretty tulip fields, we can stop and have a picnic!” 

Silently and not quite meeting your gaze, she grabs one of the bikes by the handlebars and starts walking it past the stand where you had rented them- nodding in thanks to the old man running it. This leaves you completely confused, and you jog your bike over to where she’s walked off, “Is it horribly cheesy? Do you hate it? I’m sorry I just wanted to do something for you because-” 

Once out of range of the little bike stand, she whips around to face you and mumbles something under her breath, only making eye contact with her feet. You tilt your head questioningly, prompting her to try again, and she rushes out “‘m not good at riding bikes.”

As you take a second to actually process her fast words, it’s your turn to be embarrassed, “Leah! You’ve never told me you don’t know how to ride a bike? I dragged you all the way out here trying to be romantic!” 

She kicks around the gravel under her Birkenstocks, like a scolded kid pouting, “It’s embarrassing…” You sigh hard and start to speak before being cut off, “-And I know how to ride one I’m just not good at it!” 

You raise an eyebrow, and she immediately loses the nerve she had built up, averting her eyes again. Having been too determined to give up something you had been so excited for, you knock your kickstand and trudge over to her. “Well get on! We’re going to get your confidence up!” 

She realizes that you’re not giving up anytime soon, losing the battle of puppy-dog eyes that she initiated. You expect her to climb right onto the bike, but instead she also kicks her stand and steps away. You’re ready to protest, expecting that she’s ready to call it a day, but are surprised when she falls into a crouch in front of you. She hastily starts tucking the bottoms of her baggy jeans into her socks and glares up at your shaking form, trying to contain your laugh. “What! You really do want me to die, don’t you? What happened to safety first?”

You shoot her an apologetic glance, still letting some giggles escape as you ruffle her hair. “I’m very flattered that you care so much for some cheap H&M jeans I bought you love, but I think you’re safe. Now stop stalling!”

She shoots you a wary glance, but regardless stands and kicks her leg back over the bike, getting into position. “Now! The hardest part is just getting started and righting your balance so I’ll give you a little push!” 

Leaving her side to stand over the back wheel, you grab her hips to steady her as she places her foot on one of the pedals. She stiffens slightly and shoots you a wink over her shoulder at the new position, “Well miss cheeky! I bet this was your plan all along wasn’t it?”

At her teasing, you slightly lean her over to the side she isn’t resting on, crumbling her confidence and setting off her balance- her face paling immediately. “Hey! This is no way to treat someone who is greatly humoring you right now! We could’ve been having a grand old time back in our hotel room at this time!” 

“Sorry sorry! Just focus!” You giggle and feel your face get a bit hot at the implications of her words before continuing. “Okay you’re gonna sit up, look up-” She follows your words, and with a hard push from you, “And pedal!” 

She wobbles a bit, clearly panicking and forgetting to actually pedal, having to put her feet back down to stop herself from completely toppling over. Catching her breath, she exasperates. “This is horrible! Who does this for fun? Psychopaths?” 

You try terribly hard not to laugh at her, but she’s just so cute and frustrated that you can't help yourself, shooting her a big smile at her withering glance. You really do appreciate that she’s trying for you, and lean up to give her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek with some words of encouragement. “You really almost had it baby! Just have to breathe and pedal, momentum helps a lot! Now come on, one more time, I’ve got you.”

She nearly hops off, and you rush to praise her so that she keeps at it, “You really are so brave lovie! I nearly had to be shipped off to the hospital when I was being taught!” She puffs up a little at the praise, and so you give her a proper kiss and continue, “My fearless, beautiful girlfriend!-”

“Alright alright, one more time but that is it! I don’t like making a fool of myself.” She backs up a little bit, ready to start again and clearly psyching herself up in her head. This time you’re stationed next to her, holding her handlebar with one hand and the seat cushion with the other. She glares down at the bike like it’s personally out to get her as you count her off, kissing her on the cheek and propelling her forward with all your strength on one. 

She gets some really good speed at your push, but once again forgets she needs to do the rest, righting her error as you yell desperately, “Pedal!” 

She starts really getting the hang of it with minimal swerving, and you whoop excitedly as she actually manages to turn the bike around and head back towards you, complete with a smug smirk on her face as she passes you. 

However, her pride doesn’t last for long enough as her eyes are still glued to you and not on the rock in her way. Before you can warn her, she’s crashing to the ground and you rush over to her deflated form. Luckily, her football instincts had clearly kicked in and she had landed with no injuries, bar some scrapes on her face and hand. You know you’re really in for it at the familiar frown you receive as you help her up. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The door chime indicating your exit from the small convenience store, you walk over to your poor girlfriend’s pathetic form, a cup of ice in one hand and box of plasters in the other. Sitting on the rough wood of the bench, she allows you to coo over her as you patch her up and hold ice over her thrumming wounds. 

You hold her hand in silence, laying your head on her shoulder as you sit side-by-side, watching the sun set over the beautiful tulip fields. You tear up a little bit, emotional at the view and that you were the cause of your girlfriend’s wounds, your plans slightly ruined. You nearly open your mouth to apologize again when she starts, “Thank you for today. I would’ve never thought to just sit outside and enjoy the view like this. And for believing in me, even if it was slightly misplaced.” She chuckles at the last part, placing her head on yours and nuzzling in slightly.  

You giggle at her sincere words, squeezing her hand in yours, reveling in the heat radiating off her accompanied by the comforting smell of her perfume. “All these flowers and you still have my favorite two lips in the world. Speaking of, I think I deserve a proper kiss after my act of courage today.”

You laugh at her horribly cheesy joke, but decide to indulge her anyway, pulling off her shoulder and cradling her poor wounded head in your hands as your lips meet.

a/n: thank u guys so much for the love on my last fic!! also terribly sorry if this doesn't make sense to my dutch friends </3 i am american

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leah williamson | hands down

synopsis your girlfriend (barely) faces the consequences for her irritating behavior [1.5K] contents bf! leah, slightly suggestive

You were unbelievably pissed. 

Banging open the door to your shared apartment, you make a beeline for the couch and throw your weight into it with a huff. Making a show of being occupied with clicking through channels, you stubbornly keep your eye on the screen when the sound of your girlfriend’s sock-clad feet pad into the room.

“Baby,” she whined. Sparing her a glance, you only narrowed your eyes further at her standing form, complete with a pout and carrying both of your heavy training bags. At the resolute silence she receives and losing your gaze to the TV, she makes a statement of letting them both thud to the floor and stomping over. 

“You cannot be serious!” She argues as she’s met with a socked foot to the abdomen when making a move to sit next to you. 

As she’s standing over you, you make an effort for an even steelier gaze as the beginnings of a smirk tease her lips. Slowly, she leans more and more weight onto your leg which, shaky from training- quickly crumbles under the pressure. “Get off Leah! You are stinky and annoying!” The small victory she gets from crashing onto you is quickly replaced by shock as she tumbles to the floor at your retaliation. 

“You can kick me all you want but do not call me Leah!” She scoffs, clutching her chest and looking up at you with her all-too-familiar furrowed brow. “Why not Williamson? It is your name, isn’t it?” You smack away the ghost of her hand on your thigh and roll your eyes. 

“Stop that! You only call me that when you’re angry!” She groans as she stands to her feet, matching your crossed arms, “And I haven’t done anything!”

“Oh really! Then it must have been my other completely irritating girlfriend who insists on poking and prodding me like a teenage boy all day long!” You punctuate your words by standing and digging your pointer finger into her sternum.

In an attempt to quell your frustration, her hands find a familiar place on your hips in the small space between your bodies. You avert your gaze to avoid crumbling at the act of affection accompanied by the heady smell of her perfume, your crossed arms still your only line of defense. Her head tilts softly as she gazes down at you, “Is it such a crime to be obsessed with my lovely, gorgeous, talented girlfriend?” 

Heat rises to your cheeks, shy under her complete attention and frustrated at the way she can still make you blush easily after all these years. At the small break in your angry facade, she takes the opportunity to let her hands wander lower, unfortunately jogging your memory to what had instigated your fury in the first place. “It absolutely is when you feel the need to smack my butt in front of all our teammates like a horny boy while they laugh on like your own little fraternity! Honestly!” Shoving at her chest, you stalk over to your shared bedroom. 

Following at a much slower pace and with her head down like a scolded child, she watches on quietly as you rip through the drawers for a change of clothes, grabbing a towel so hard you nearly send the whole stack tumbling. Realizing where this is going, she starts pleading, “Honey, I’m so sorry, they were really egging me on! I swear Katie-”

She stops talking and tailing you as she nearly collides with your back, mustering up her most pitiful puppy eyes as you set your things on the counter. Whipping around to face her, you stand in the threshold of the bathroom, gripping the door with white knuckles. “I’m taking a shower! Alone!” The door is then promptly shut in her face and she hears the lock’s definite click ringing in her ears.

She pouts at the hardwood in self-pity before deciding there was much groveling that needed to be done and she should try to get a head start while you cooled off. 

After taking your time in the shower, you did feel much more relaxed- enough that you reached for one of Leah’s sweaters when leaving the warm steam of the bathroom. Treading back into the living room, you were surprised at her absence on the couch, your girlfriend normally one for lazing around after training. 

You’re suspicious at the small glimpse of her in the kitchen, striding over to you with a sheepish smile, steaming plate in each hand. She had clearly taken the time to shower in the guest room, clad in a hoodie that you remembered complimenting at some point, accompanied by some oversized basketball shorts. Her hair was haphazardly tied up, and you found your frown dissolving at the sight of her bangs sticking out, never quite cooperating much to your girlfriend’s chagrin.

“‘M sorry, I know it’s not much but it’s all I can make without burning our kitchen down.” She awkwardly chuckles, avoiding your eyes slightly in shame. You sigh, irritation gone from your body, and reach for one of the plates of spaghetti when she yanks it back towards herself. She lights up completely at your small acceptance of her peace offering and smirks. “No! Nothing but the princess treatment tonight, my love!”

Navigating around you towards the couch with a new pep in her step, you stand stunned at her sudden change in attitude. You watch on as she carefully sets the plates down on the coffee table next to wine glasses that you hadn’t noticed before, happily plopping into her normal spot.

She had clearly prepared this to some extent, as she drags your favorite blanket half over herself, hovering the rest next to her as an invitation. She shoots you with her familiar pleading gaze, shaking your side of the blanket for emphasis. You were never destined to hold out for long, treading over with a roll of your eyes. As you sit down next to her, she shoots you a thousand-kilowatt smile, leaning over you and tucking the blanket under your thigh, clearly a ruse to have you scooch closer to her- her body heat now seeping into yours. 

“You get to pick the entertainment for tonight, no complaints, I swear!” She passes you the remote, and lets her arm fall around your shoulders, gazing at you with a smug grin on her face. Leah always claimed to hate your ‘cheesy’ movies, forever trying to distract you from them with affection. “I should pick a movie I know you hate after that earlier stunt.” You mumble, but she recognizes the teasing lilt to your voice. 

“I’m sorry honey. You really just looked too good today! It should be illegal to be that pretty after running around in the dirt all day, seriously!” You blush at her words, leaning over to place a small peck on her lips to shut her up and because you really could not keep up this facade much longer. 

She lights up even further, smile bursting at the seams as she eagerly reaches over to place your plate in your lap. At your fork in her hand and her refusal to hand it to you, you quickly catch on to what she’s trying to do. “Leah. Please do not.”

She sinks a little at your words, and groans. “Call me anything but Leah, I’m literally begging.” 

You giggle at her dramatics. “Fine baby, please do not embarrass me in my own home, I’m capable of feeding myself.”

Completely ignoring your words, she makes a point of twisting around some noodles into a little bite and holding it up to your mouth. At your glare, she just smiles harder and moves it closer to your mouth. Knowing she wouldn’t drop it, you open your mouth and allow her to feed you. As you chew, she stares pensively, “How is it?”

It’s entirely too salty, forever being the girl’s favorite ‘seasoning,’ but you get it down and send her a thumbs up anyway- accompanied with a small smile. She’s ecstatic at your praise and peppers your face with kisses before you push her away lightly, giggling with your mouth still a bit full. 

“Now that’s settled! Finish your five star meal and then I deserve a much-needed cuddle session for all my hard work!” She grabs her own bowl and starts scarfing it down. You chuckle to yourself at her newfound enthusiasm, satisfied at the fact that she still glues one hand to your thigh while eating with the other. 

As your plates are almost clean, you break the comfortable silence with a final warning. “Do not do that again baby. You are the vice captain of a professional team and a grown woman, not a twelve year old boy. And Katie’s still in big trouble for egging you on.”

She sets both of your finished bowls back on the table, dragging your legs over hers which leaves you half on her lap. Meeting your pouty gaze, she breaks out in a shit-eating grin. “But baby, you’re so hot when you’re mad at me.”

You hope that the neighbors don’t complain at the resounding yelp she lets out as your hand slaps her bare thigh with all the strength you can muster.

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ellie williams | the first time, the second time (p.2)

synopsis you return the favor, taking care of ellie after she gets injured [2.1K] contents rockstar!ellie, tour manager!reader, mentions of blood & injury, hurt/comfort?, reader is angry part one

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ part two ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You felt more emotional than ever, watching her from the sidelines as usual.

She was singing one of your favorites, off one of her earlier albums. You remember helping her brainstorm years ago, when you were closer and things were less... complicated.

The memory paired with the longing lyrics made tears blur your vision. Staring at her back, you felt farther from her than ever- unease and frustration building into an angry feeling in your stomach.

You held your breath as her head turned towards you for a moment, nearly tripping over her own lyrics. Her face was flushed from the exertion and excitement of being on stage, sweat sticking some of her hair to her forehead. You were reminded of how, through every disagreement over tour direction, you could never hope to stay angry when she looked upon you with such fondness.

Snapping out of your reverie at her confused expression, you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder- startling you out of your skin. Holding your chest with a sour expression on your face, you turned to the moment-ruiner (as you had already decided to deem him).

You were first met with the man's broad chest at your eye level, recognizing the logo of the venue's security staff sewed onto his left breast pocket. You were unhappy at the fact that you had to rake your eyes upwards to meet his gaze- mirroring your expression of discontent.

"Do you need my help with something?" You stated unkindly.

With your job, you had gotten very used to not being respected by men who can't handle taking orders from a woman. The man standing before you was clearly one of these cases, as you'd gotten pretty adept at identifying them throughout the course of your career. You guessed that your tone of voice hadn't made him any happier, his discontent turning to anger.

"Listen honey, I'm just looking for my station. Do you know where that might be princess?" He stated sarcastically, treating you like a dumb child.

You scowled, prepared to completely discard any professionalism in order to take this man down a peg. Raising your hand to point at him accusingly, someone else from security came running up to you, completely frenzied.

"I'm so, so, sorry someone must have directed him to the wrong person!" The young woman hurriedly said, her face scrunching up- bracing for the impact of your anger.

You looked between the two of them, letting out a sigh of frustration and dropping your hand. Not wanting to direct your frustration to the girl, you simply stated that 'mistakes happen' and waved them off, your ears still simmering from leftover anger.

As she hurriedly ushered him away from him, you heard a faraway, "well someone's got a stick up her ass." You tried to brush it off as you turned back to the stage, but couldn't help the tension in your jaw and balling of your fists.

You slowly forgot about the incident as you fell back into the habit of monitoring the rest of the show, making sure to stay alert for any technical issues. You duly noted the man as he made his way in front of the stage facing the barricade, trying to keep a scowl off your face.

Instead, your heart warmed at the crowd. They were especially great at this stop- singing and dancing their hearts out. Apparently, Ellie was thinking the exact same thing, choosing to descend the stairs to the barricade for the final song- nearly skipping in her excitement.

Your heart warmed impossibly more at the sight of her signing albums and taking pictures with all the crying fans at barricade. As the band started the outro of the song, she motioned the security guard from earlier over. You smirked as she practically used him as a jungle gym when he proved useless to boost her up into the crowd.

You were infinitely pleased at how gentle the crowd treated her as she surfed her way back to the front- only now armed with a couple lesbian flags and bouquets. She had made her way back to where she started, forcing the same man to help her back over.

You smiled, moveing from your spot and starting towards removing her mic stand on stage when you stopped in your tracks. He fucking dropped her.

Blood rushed through your ears as you spotted red in the chaos. Everything else fell into the background as your adrenaline pushed you to sprint towards the end of the stage- completely disregarding the stairs as you jumped to the floor. You barely registered the sting in your ankles as you pushed all other staff to the side with a strength you didn't know you possessed.

Your eyes were now stinging too as you took in the sight of her sprawled on the floor. One side of her long shorts was bunched up around the wound, giving you a clear view of the blood surging out of her thigh. She looked as if the pain didn't even faze her, instead glaring daggers at the perpetrator.

Not even registering your own voice, you barked at everyone to back off- a volume you didn't know yourself capable of. You dropped to your knees in the dirt beside her, her angry gaze turning embarrassed when laid on you. You heard her mumble something to you, but it fell on deaf ears as you openly stared at the wound... it looked deep to your untrained eye.

Panicking at the amount of blood covering her thigh, hands, and the ground under it, you didn't even think about your next actions and ripped your shirt off.

The cold night breeze ghosted your heated skin as you wrapped the plain black fabric around the wound, accidentally pulling the sleeves into too tight of a knot in your fervor. You cringed and turned to look at her face for any pain, apology on the tip of your tongue.

When you expected to meet her gaze, you instead found her even more wide-eyed than she had been when the barricade quite literally sliced her skin- and staring right at your chest. You almost laughed at the circumstance, the excitement turning it into a wet sob when it left your mouth. You silently thanked whatever god was out there for your choice of a plain black bra earlier that day.

Moving to her side and sliding an arm under hers, you helped bring her to feet- careful not to jostle her hurt leg. You sighed in relief as the crowd parted and revealed a paramedics who took her from your side and more successfully hauled her off to backstage.

You followed behind them like a lost puppy, resisting the urge to ask them to be gentle with her. They sat her down in a white plastic chair and crouched over the wound, Ellie grunting at the effort. Staring at the scene from a couple feet away, you rushed to Ellie's side at her first moan of pain.

She grabbed your hand and held it bruisingly, you not even feeling it compared to the hurt in your heart at her pain. She peered up at you, her forehead even sweatier than earlier, attempting a chuckle at the sight of fat tears rolling down your face. Even now, she was trying to cheer you up as she was bleeding out- it made even more hot tears cascade down your cheeks.

You nearly blocked out the whole process of the paramedics cleaning and dressing the wound, the sounds that Ellie was trying to subdue nearly making you cry again. With her leg wrapped in fresh gauze, you couldn't bring yourself to let go of your hand as the medics took their kit and left the room.

She once again looked up at you, eyes softening at your far-away expression.

"Hey...honey?" She stated softly, like she would startle you. At your lack of response, she reached over to your other hand and gently pulled you to be stood right in front of her. You kept your gaze locked on the stark white of the gauze against her skin- not being able to get the image of her wound out of your head.

She starts again, "...did'ya hear them? Said it looked a lot worse than it was. I'm pretty tough yanno."

Slowly, your hands calmed their trembling in the warmth of her grasp and you shuddered out a breath, raking your eyes up her form back to her face. Her expression turned your insides back into jelly, and you became too aware of your state of undress- having to focus on something other than the adoration in her eyes.

You blushed and looked to the side, only to catch a glimpse of something that had you gripping her hands- only in anger. That smug fuck was standing in the doorway of the room they had brought Ellie to.

You saw red as you ripped your hands from Ellie's, adrenaline taking you far enough to grab his collar and slam him against the wall adjacent to the door. Despite your difference in height, the man looked almost scared as you spewed every insult you could think of his way.

You failed to notice the crowd around him, likely the ones who brought him there to apologize, who were now attempting to separate him from your rage. He was lucky for the arms from behind you as a punch narrowly escaped his face- you fighting against the grip holding you back. He was rushed away as you made another attempt to surge towards him, now with two people holding you back.

As he got farther from your sight, your insults and rage only increased in volume as you stopped fighting against the arms holding you. You breathed through the rest of your rage, chest puffing up and down slowly at the remnants of anger.

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned around slowly to face Ellie's worried eyes. She was wobbling slightly, favoring her one leg over the other. You panicked at the sight of her exertion, and inserted yourself as a makeshift crutch for her, leading her back to her chair. She closed the door, blocking out the crowd your outburst had formed and you helped her down like she was made of glass.

You avoided her stare for the millionth time, moving down to your knees to assess the bandage on her leg. Your hand smoothed over the scratchy surface, then stilled.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," she chuckled.

You felt mortified, hiding your face in your hands and mumbling out a "sorry."

There was a moment of silence before you heard chuckling from her. Shocked, you shot your head back up.

She looked like she was trying really hard not to completely laugh in your face, her shoulders shaking from the weight of her amusement. You couldn't help but let out a pfft and devolved into giggles yourself, the absurdity of the situation catching up to you.

You ended up locked in each other's gazes as your giggles died down, smiling softly at one another.

"Y'know, it was kinda hot. You going all alpha for little 'ol me," she jested.

"Shut up!" You guffawed, and pinched her leg as retaliation.

"I'm serious!" A million-watt smirk replacing her soft smile, "I thought you were gonna rip him apart!"

You turned contemplative for a moment before hardening your expression, "I should've!"

She pulled your arms up, making your hands bracket her thighs on the chair. Your knees hurt at the position, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care once you felt the warmth of her breath on your face.

Her voice turned into a whisper, "You must like me a whole bunch to do something like that, huh?"

You couldn't find it in yourself to be bashful at the accusation, not with how elated she looked- like it was a secret between you two.

"I really must be, to defend you after you mortally wounded me earlier, hm?" You whispered back, your lips turning up in a smirk mirroring hers.

Her gaze drifted back up to your forehead, one of her hands ghosting over it before landing at the side of your face. Her other hand joined it, thumbs softly stroking your cheeks as she fully cradled your head.

"My hero," she breathed, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You leaned up, squeezing the side of her leg a bit. She gasped at the slight pain, and you separated- both your chests heaving. At your similar state of breathlessness, you both fell victim to another set of giggles before diving back in.

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ellie williams | the first time, the second time

synopsis rockstar!ellie accidentally injures you and worsens your pining for one another [1.6K] contents rockstar!ellie, tour manager!reader, reader bonks her head, inaccurate portrayal of being a tour manager part two

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ part one ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You felt it since the first time you had met.

When you had first laid eyes on her, you were sure that Ellie Williams would become one of the biggest names in music.

You had met her when she opened for another group you were managing at the time, and you were hooked. The first time you watched her set, you nearly lost your job for spending too much time mesmerized by her and her music.

Behind the stage and with the forced proximity of touring, you two became friendly fast. Every night without fail, Ellie would go out with you and the rest of the crew- even helping to pack everything up. You had always thought it was weird she never made an attempt to follow the headliner around, instead choosing to be squished up against you in shitty bar booths.

When it came to the final dates of tour, Ellie had reverted to blatantly following you around. Many members of the crew had teased you incessantly for it, with you brushing it off as fast friendship. You couldn't deny that you were attracted to her, but she was far too new to the scene and had too much potential to get caught up on some girl she met on her first tour.

Still, you couldn't deny her when she asked to stay in touch in a final act of bravery. You managed to stay in touch for a little while with short conversations in-between your busy schedules. Eventually, these very schedules clashed too much and Ellie became a fond memory of a summer crush as you stopped talking to one another.

You were beyond pleased when you heard one of her songs playing over the gritty speakers of a grocery store, recognizing her voice immediately. Then, you became more puzzled as you kept hearing it between all the stores you visited while doing errands. Pulling out your phone between all of the items you were juggling, you typed her name into google and you were stunned to see countless articles praising a new album of hers, as well as a music video with nearly a million views.

What shocked you even more was a phone call from the very girl painted across your browser, leading you to your current position as her tour manager- only now she was the headliner.

Only a couple dates in, and it had already been one of the most taxing and rewarding experiences of your life. After running between different crew members and carrying heavy equipment all night, you got to watch from the side stage as she sung to thousands of queer girls every night.

If you had a tiny crush on her before, it had morphed into a complete obsession after watching her sing her heart out every night- with a newfound confidence she didn't have when she used to follow you around. With the rise of your affection for her, also grew your embarrassment at even being in her proximity.

Luckily, your duties allowed for easy avoidance of the brunette- you always running off with an excuse of someone needing you fresh on your tongue. Still, Ellie was persistent and had managed to catch you off guard on a couple occasions that only left you a blushing mess.

One of these occurences was fresh in your mind as you once again found yourself stationed at side stage, likely with hearts in your eyes while watching her.

You had been taping schedules up on the dressing room doors, someone blabbering to you from the walkie- your head pounding at the noise. Suddenly the door opened right into your forehead, and you envied the dull throb of your earlier headache.

With your eyes screwed shut in pain and hand flying up to the soon-to-be bump on your forehead, you vaguely registered Ellie's panicked voice. You cracked your eyes open into a squint at her as her hands gently cradled your head, feeling embarrassed for more than one reason now.

"Ohmygod, are you okay?" She rushed the words out all at once and was looking at the spot like it was the greatest shame she had ever witnessed. Her kicked puppy eyes quickly moved down to your eyes as words weren't coming to you.

Unbeknownst to her, you were busy internally patting yourself on the back for hiring the stylist that you did. She was wearing a cropped vest with nothing underneath, giving you full view of her toned, heavily tattooed arms that were at eye level from her delicately holding your head. The deep-V allowed for an almost complete view of her chest, and it took a great amount of strength to drag your eyes back up to hers.

"Oh god," she panicked, "Did I give you a concussion?" Her eyes turned even more worried at your blank stare.

As she whipped around, likely to call for a medic of some sort, you snapped out of it and brought your hands to cover hers, leading them back down in front of you. You swore you felt a breeze from how fast her head came back to you, then down at her hands in your gentle grasp.

You started gently, "Ellie it's fine, you just shocked me 's all."

One of her hands slipped from yours like water as she once again turned her gaze towards your forehead, staring at it contemplatively. Suddenly, she moved closer to you, your heart lurching at the smell of her cologne- she hadn't changed it since that first tour together. You vaguely remember complimenting it once, late at night after too many drinks.

Your breath hitched as she ghosted her fingers over the (likely bruising) spot, gently moving your hair to the side to get a better look. You felt butterflies settle in your stomach between her delicate touch and her warm hand still in yours.

"D'you need some ice?" She whispered into the space between you. She leaned back, and you felt yourself let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You mumbled out a no, barely hearing your own voice. Her gaze turned gentle and adoring, but you couldn't find it in yourself to look away despite the hurricane in your chest.

"Wouldn't be able to get anything done without my favorite crew member, Y'know?" She smirked at her comment.

You lightly pushed her away, scoffing and taking a moment of respite from the overwhelming look in her eyes. This motion left your fingers ghosting against the bare skin that her revealing top left, and you brought your hands back like they'd been scorched.

"What would you do without me?" You laughed awkwardly, still avoiding looking at her.

"I dunno, haven't seen much of you lately actually..." she quietly stated.

You slowly turned your head back towards her, racking your brain for some excuse that you hadn't already exasperated. You started about five different thoughts before giving up and whispering a small "I'm sorry."

Her eyes turned wide and she earnestly grabbed the sides of your arms, gripping them like she was scared you would run away. She shook her head a bit, "No, no, no I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel guilty... I know you have quite the operation to run."

Once again, you found that all you could do was blankly stare at her- you were expecting her to be mad. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something more, before stopping. Your eyes met again, with you looking at her quizzically before her face turned resolute and she held your arms even tighter.

"I just begged you to manage this-" her hands left your arms and gestured wildly, "whole thing- because I thought we would get to spend more time together," she blurted out.

You felt your eyes widen and jaw drop, sputtering for words. Ellie looked completely mortified at her confession, and you grabbed the sides of her face to stop her from completely bolting- something she looked very ready to do.

Her freckled face went completely red at your actions, the heat of her hands ghosting over your hips as you both stared at one another. Slowly, you brought her face closer to yours and her eyes softened at the motion. Suddenly, your forgotten walkie crackled to life on your shoulder- shocking the both of you, "10 minutes 'til showtime!"

The volume caused you both to jump away from one another- like you'd been caught doing something bad. Ellie rushed out a 'sorry' before bolting from the room, leaving you stuck in place.

Once you found it in yourself to snap out of your stupor, you exit the room and navigate through all of the equipment and people occupying the backstage area, the background noise turning to fuzz in your ears.

Somebody hands you a mic pack, and you move on autopilot before finding yourself at Ellie's side once again. You both stay completely silent and you pointedly avoid her searing gaze. Instead, you move to her back, fingers dancing over her skin as you secure the mic's clip to her pants.

She stills at the contact, so you move your grip to her hips, rotating her to face you once again while keeping your eyes on the task at hand. She starts to say something, but you grab her hand, placing her in-ears delicately in her palm.

Turning away from her and running to a fellow crew member, you start prattling away the pre-show checklist to your walkie- trying to calm the pounding of your heart and heat of your cheeks.

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thanks for reading! I'll probably have part two up tomorrow or the next day, and as always, requests are appreciated!!

title is from first time by lucy dacus and pretend this isn't completely inspired by julien baker...

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ellie williams | biggest brightest flame

synopsis an old ex of ellie's turns up at her door and results in you and ellie finally confessing feelings for one another [2.5K] contents friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, jealousy, kissing, joel is alive, loser!ellie again bc i luv it but shes also a flirt, cat is here (the person), fem! reader pairing ellie williams x reader

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Ellie's room was your favorite place on Earth.

All of her sun-faded posters reflected something she had an interest in at some point at time, but the pictures were your favorite. Many summers back, some boy had found a polaroid camera on patrol and Ellie traded him something big for it- she never admitted to you what she had to give up. Since she had acquired it, pictures of you two littered every free space on the walls.

You ran your fingers across some of them, dust tickling your fingers. A couple of them were more faded than the others, your faces younger and displaying the excitement of first owning the object. Your heart hurt thinking about your faces fading completely, and you made a mental note to have Ellie put them away- maybe in the notebook she always scribbled away at and hid from you.

Missing the very girl you were thinking about, you noticed the orange hue reflected on the wall and turned to check the clock on the wall: 8:17. Ellie had promised she wouldn't be late to your weekly movie night, but she almost always was. Her and Joel couldn't help but lose track of time when together- something you could never fault her for. You smiled a little at the thought of the older man. He treated you like a second daughter, even though you were sure he had caught onto your highly obvious feelings for Ellie.

Being best friends, you and Ellie had moved in together a couple months ago, but she could never be far from him- especially after the 'Abby incident' a couple years ago left him needing a cane. They hang out every day, and Joel's big brown recliner in the living room has an imprint from how often he's sat in it. You and Ellie also have an imprint on her couch, melded into one, the thought making you blush.

You made the decision to go downstairs and wait on that very couch, the old hardwood creaking under your socked feet. You always felt like shoes should stay off in the house, and like many other habits of yours, Ellie adopted it. As you made your way down the staircase, hand ghosting over the railing, you startled at the noise of the doorbell, grabbing a harsh hold of the old wood. Pausing and then continuing your journey down the stairs, only quieter, you peeked out of the peephole- it wouldn't have made sense for anyone you know to use the doorbell.

Squinting your eyes and feeling the cold brass around your eye- you recognized the girl on the other side.

Early on in your friendship, when Ellie had been especially late to movie night, you had decided to snoop around her room a little bit and found a picture of an Asian woman covered in tattoos in her desk. It was taken with some other camera and in it, she was leaning over and working on what was obviously Ellie's arm by the design. Your chest had seized and you found yourself in near tears, lucky that Ellie hadn't noticed them when she walked in the room only moments after.

She had caught you with the picture, but explained that they just didn't work out as a couple and had barely dated at all. This notion scared you more than the possibility of a long-time ex that Ellie may have had feelings for. That story meant that Ellie had tried the friends-to-lovers thing before and it didn't work out. That this 'Cat' girl and Ellie could never be friends in the same way again, which brings you to your current predicament of being irrevocably in love with her and unable to a single word about it.

And now she was on the other side of the door. You felt something unpleasant stir in your gut and briefly thought about not answering it at all before realizing that literally every light in the house was on and it would be awkward to hide. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door and felt the chilly dusk breeze brush your heated face.

She looked completely confused, and then apologetic. "I'm so sorry! Someone told me this was Ellie's house! They must've been confused."

That didn't sit well with you. You could've been her girlfriend, did she just expect Ellie to be hung up on her forever? For some reason you felt wildly protective of Ellie even though it seemed that they had a completely amicable breakup.

Feeling embarrassed at how quickly you had come to her defense in your own head, you awkwardly blurted out "It is... she isn't home right now."

She seemed to only really take you in at this moment. You suddenly felt a bit defensive, and crossed your arms, Ellie's flannel keeping you warm against the frigidity of the night and her gaze.

"Okay... do you know when she'll be home?" She quirked an eyebrow at you. "I haven't seen her in a while and my group was patrolling an area close to here."

She motioned behind her and you saw a small group of strangers talking to Tommy and some other neighbors in the distance. Well, at least she wasn't on some elaborate mission to win Ellie back, you thought bitterly.

"No," you muttered, again avoiding her gaze. As your sight veered to the right, you noticed two figures that were very clearly Joel and Ellie making their way over to the house. You suddenly felt panicked, not wanting Ellie to even see Cat, your brain catastrophizing over what might happen.

Cat started to turn towards your line of sight, and you blurted out, "She's at Joel's for the night!"

Your voice ended up being a lot louder than you intended, and her head whipped back towards you. You quickly realized your mistake as Joel and Ellie grew closer, and Cat's face was painted with confusion at your outburst.

Time seemed to slow as you watched Ellie and Joel make the slow trek up to the porch. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were deep in conversation and Joel stopped for a moment to place a firm hand on Ellie's shoulder and emphasize whatever point he was making. Cat's voiced faded into the background as your eyes softened at the sight on the lawn, Ellie nodding fervently to everything Joel was saying like a puppy.

Turning back to the house, they approached the faded white paint of the steps up to the porch and Joel seemed apprehensive at the sight in front of him while Ellie hadn't even noticed the unexpected visitor. As she headed up the steps, avoiding your gaze, she seemed incredibly nervous. She was wearing a nice brown shirt that you seem to remember was 'for special occasions,' and a spotless pair of jeans. Her hair was freshly washed and styled, instead of thrown into her normal half-up bun.

At your blatant staring, she had started fiddling with her hair with one hand, while your gaze then turned to what she had in the other. There were lots of different wildflowers, all of which you had seen in different peoples' lawns- some halfway across town. Someone, likely Joel, had clearly helped her wrap it up in some nice brown paper- you knew Ellie too impatient to spend time making it as pretty as it looked. The point at which she was holding it seemed crumpled from her strong grip, and her hands had a slight tremble to them.

Her face had turned completely red by the time that your eyes turned back to her face, her mouth opening a little then closing again. Remembering your company, you whipped your gaze back to the tattooed woman beside you and Ellie was knocked out of her stupor, doing the same. The space in between her eyebrows crinkled up, and she moved the flowers back behind her defensively.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, Cat placed her hand out in front of her. "Hi Ellie, long time no see!"

Ellie's face smoothed out, and she awkwardly took Cat's hand. "I thought you were visiting tomorrow?"

You were shocked for a moment. Ellie hadn't mentioned anything about Cat coming into town to you. Had they been arranging a time to meet? How long had they been in communication with each other since they broke it off? Regardless, Cat had made it seem to you like she just stopped by randomly instead of an intended visit. You felt your face sour as you watched their exchange.

As Cat explained her circumstances for being there, Ellie came up to you at the threshold and rested her palm on your back to turn you around corral you into the warm house. You were too agitated to register the warmth of her hand and how gently she moved you around.

Turning back towards the two women in the entryway, you eyed Joel still lingering at the end of the steps and didn't miss the sympathetic look he gave you. This made you want to cry more than anything else, like he knew what connection they had and you didnt. You weakly waved him off while Ellie did the same and closed the door gently, turning to you as she did, as if she was afraid to startle you.

Cat brushed past you and turned into the living room, you still not registering the awkward conversation taking place. Ellie placed the flowers on the table next to the door, the paper crinkling lightly. Again, she looked afraid to speak and was giving you the puppy eyes you normally couldn't resist.

Not being able to take the feelings bubbling up inside you any more, You gave her a sad smile before holding her hands lightly and whispering into the space between you, "I'll let you two catch up."

Your hands slipped back to your sides simply, and your heart hurt more at the fact that she let them go. You turned away from her and padded up the stairs, trying not to look at all the framed photos of your little makeshift family.

As you crossed the threshold into your dimly lit room, you couldn't help the hot tears that rolled down your face. Closing the door slowly and gently, you paused for a moment to attempt to hear what they were saying before making your way over to your bed and perching on the side of it, the soft duvet sinking under your weight.

Your bed was pristine, and you regretfully thought that you had left your pillow in Ellie's room for a post-movie sleepover. This made more tears run down your face, and you put your head in your hands for a moment in an attempt to regain control of your breathing. In a way, you were more upset at yourself for getting your hopes up and for the ugly bout of jealousy that you couldn't quell.

You stayed there for a good couple of minutes, just attempting to calm your racing heart and thoughts when you heard the front door close. You panicked and ran to wipe your tears, expecting much more time to wallow than you were now afforded.

Even more worrying was the soft pattern of Ellie's footsteps coming up the stairs that you had come to recognize as your favorite sound over the past months. You had nowhere to hide when a soft knock came at your door, and she took the liberty of opening it while you sat in the same position and accepted your fate.

Feeling shameful, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her as she made her way across your room. The only light on was the warm glow of your lamp, and the light stopped touching your face as she sat next to you and the bed sagged, situating the side of her hip against yours.

Her hand came around your shoulder and her words were so sweet and gentle that it made you want to cry again. "Honey, what's wrong?"

You continued to stare into your lap, and found her other hand twitching as if it took effort to not wipe your tears away. You mumbled, "I don't know."

She sighed, "Was it Cat? She can say things she doesn't mean, but I don't think she intends to be hurtful."

You felt that unpleasant feeling in your chest again at Ellie's defense of her, and cruelly blurted out "Yeah, whatever."

She stopped for a moment before her hand snaked it's way back to her side, leaving a trail of fire on your back in its wake. She moved to get up and you regretted your outburst before she kneeled on the floor in front of you, forcing your teary eyes to meet her honeyed gaze.

"Was it that bad? I'll give her a real talking to you know, I'm not afraid to be mean if it's for you." Your heart ached at her angry and sincere expression, and you felt bad for setting this girl up for Ellie's wrath just because of some petty jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I'm being dramatic- she wasn't even mean," you sighed out like it hurt.

Her eyes turned back to sympathetic and you didn't know how many more seconds of this you could take without confessing your undying love for her. It was this train of thought, her caring gaze, and your overall mortification at her seeing you like this that led you to say what you did. You squeaked out, "Are you guys getting back together?"

A range of emotions painted Ellie's face. First, complete confusion. Then, slowly but surely, her eyes lit up and she looked completely smug. "Sugar, are you jealous?"

It seemed like she could not keep the smile off her face after she said it, and your face burned so hot that you could've lit a match. You grasped at words, "What! That's completely- I mean that's insane!"

Her shit eating grin intensified even further before giving you sarcastic puppy eyes and mumbling to the floor, "Aw man, that would've been nice..."

You were completely baffled. At your silence and embarassment, she looked back up at you with soft eyes and grabbed your hands, "That would've been nice because then I could tell you that there's no reason to be. That nobody's held a candle to you since we met."

Your thoughts were running a million miles a minute. She looked scared for a moment and started to retract her hands from yours before you grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her into a bruising kiss. She responded immediately and pushed you back onto the bed, falling on top of you with one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other to make sure she didn't crush you.

She came up for air and her hair tickled the side of your face, her expression completely lit up and she looked down at your lips before admitting, "You know those flowers were for you right? Joel was helping me practice this whole declaration of love all day, but you just want to get right to the action, huh?"

All you could blurt out was, "We'll get a vase for them later." Before bringing her lips back down to yours.

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thanks for reading! Just a reminder that requests are open and appreciated!

title from Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus <3

#shamelessly reblogging #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

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ellie williams | biggest brightest flame

synopsis an old ex of ellie's turns up at her door and results in you and ellie finally confessing feelings for one another [2.5K] contents friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, jealousy, kissing, joel is alive, loser!ellie again bc i luv it but shes also a flirt, cat is here (the person), fem! reader pairing ellie williams x reader

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Ellie's room was your favorite place on Earth.

All of her sun-faded posters reflected something she had an interest in at some point at time, but the pictures were your favorite. Many summers back, some boy had found a polaroid camera on patrol and Ellie traded him something big for it- she never admitted to you what she had to give up. Since she had acquired it, pictures of you two littered every free space on the walls.

You ran your fingers across some of them, dust tickling your fingers. A couple of them were more faded than the others, your faces younger and displaying the excitement of first owning the object. Your heart hurt thinking about your faces fading completely, and you made a mental note to have Ellie put them away- maybe in the notebook she always scribbled away at and hid from you.

Missing the very girl you were thinking about, you noticed the orange hue reflected on the wall and turned to check the clock on the wall: 8:17. Ellie had promised she wouldn't be late to your weekly movie night, but she almost always was. Her and Joel couldn't help but lose track of time when together- something you could never fault her for. You smiled a little at the thought of the older man. He treated you like a second daughter, even though you were sure he had caught onto your highly obvious feelings for Ellie.

Being best friends, you and Ellie had moved in together a couple months ago, but she could never be far from him- especially after the 'Abby incident' a couple years ago left him needing a cane. They hang out every day, and Joel's big brown recliner in the living room has an imprint from how often he's sat in it. You and Ellie also have an imprint on her couch, melded into one, the thought making you blush.

You made the decision to go downstairs and wait on that very couch, the old hardwood creaking under your socked feet. You always felt like shoes should stay off in the house, and like many other habits of yours, Ellie adopted it. As you made your way down the staircase, hand ghosting over the railing, you startled at the noise of the doorbell, grabbing a harsh hold of the old wood. Pausing and then continuing your journey down the stairs, only quieter, you peeked out of the peephole- it wouldn't have made sense for anyone you know to use the doorbell.

Squinting your eyes and feeling the cold brass around your eye- you recognized the girl on the other side.

Early on in your friendship, when Ellie had been especially late to movie night, you had decided to snoop around her room a little bit and found a picture of an Asian woman covered in tattoos in her desk. It was taken with some other camera and in it, she was leaning over and working on what was obviously Ellie's arm by the design. Your chest had seized and you found yourself in near tears, lucky that Ellie hadn't noticed them when she walked in the room only moments after.

She had caught you with the picture, but explained that they just didn't work out as a couple and had barely dated at all. This notion scared you more than the possibility of a long-time ex that Ellie may have had feelings for. That story meant that Ellie had tried the friends-to-lovers thing before and it didn't work out. That this 'Cat' girl and Ellie could never be friends in the same way again, which brings you to your current predicament of being irrevocably in love with her and unable to a single word about it.

And now she was on the other side of the door. You felt something unpleasant stir in your gut and briefly thought about not answering it at all before realizing that literally every light in the house was on and it would be awkward to hide. Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door and felt the chilly dusk breeze brush your heated face.

She looked completely confused, and then apologetic. "I'm so sorry! Someone told me this was Ellie's house! They must've been confused."

That didn't sit well with you. You could've been her girlfriend, did she just expect Ellie to be hung up on her forever? For some reason you felt wildly protective of Ellie even though it seemed that they had a completely amicable breakup.

Feeling embarrassed at how quickly you had come to her defense in your own head, you awkwardly blurted out "It is... she isn't home right now."

She seemed to only really take you in at this moment. You suddenly felt a bit defensive, and crossed your arms, Ellie's flannel keeping you warm against the frigidity of the night and her gaze.

"Okay... do you know when she'll be home?" She quirked an eyebrow at you. "I haven't seen her in a while and my group was patrolling an area close to here."

She motioned behind her and you saw a small group of strangers talking to Tommy and some other neighbors in the distance. Well, at least she wasn't on some elaborate mission to win Ellie back, you thought bitterly.

"No," you muttered, again avoiding her gaze. As your sight veered to the right, you noticed two figures that were very clearly Joel and Ellie making their way over to the house. You suddenly felt panicked, not wanting Ellie to even see Cat, your brain catastrophizing over what might happen.

Cat started to turn towards your line of sight, and you blurted out, "She's at Joel's for the night!"

Your voice ended up being a lot louder than you intended, and her head whipped back towards you. You quickly realized your mistake as Joel and Ellie grew closer, and Cat's face was painted with confusion at your outburst.

Time seemed to slow as you watched Ellie and Joel make the slow trek up to the porch. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were deep in conversation and Joel stopped for a moment to place a firm hand on Ellie's shoulder and emphasize whatever point he was making. Cat's voiced faded into the background as your eyes softened at the sight on the lawn, Ellie nodding fervently to everything Joel was saying like a puppy.

Turning back to the house, they approached the faded white paint of the steps up to the porch and Joel seemed apprehensive at the sight in front of him while Ellie hadn't even noticed the unexpected visitor. As she headed up the steps, avoiding your gaze, she seemed incredibly nervous. She was wearing a nice brown shirt that you seem to remember was 'for special occasions,' and a spotless pair of jeans. Her hair was freshly washed and styled, instead of thrown into her normal half-up bun.

At your blatant staring, she had started fiddling with her hair with one hand, while your gaze then turned to what she had in the other. There were lots of different wildflowers, all of which you had seen in different peoples' lawns- some halfway across town. Someone, likely Joel, had clearly helped her wrap it up in some nice brown paper- you knew Ellie too impatient to spend time making it as pretty as it looked. The point at which she was holding it seemed crumpled from her strong grip, and her hands had a slight tremble to them.

Her face had turned completely red by the time that your eyes turned back to her face, her mouth opening a little then closing again. Remembering your company, you whipped your gaze back to the tattooed woman beside you and Ellie was knocked out of her stupor, doing the same. The space in between her eyebrows crinkled up, and she moved the flowers back behind her defensively.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere, Cat placed her hand out in front of her. "Hi Ellie, long time no see!"

Ellie's face smoothed out, and she awkwardly took Cat's hand. "I thought you were visiting tomorrow?"

You were shocked for a moment. Ellie hadn't mentioned anything about Cat coming into town to you. Had they been arranging a time to meet? How long had they been in communication with each other since they broke it off? Regardless, Cat had made it seem to you like she just stopped by randomly instead of an intended visit. You felt your face sour as you watched their exchange.

As Cat explained her circumstances for being there, Ellie came up to you at the threshold and rested her palm on your back to turn you around corral you into the warm house. You were too agitated to register the warmth of her hand and how gently she moved you around.

Turning back towards the two women in the entryway, you eyed Joel still lingering at the end of the steps and didn't miss the sympathetic look he gave you. This made you want to cry more than anything else, like he knew what connection they had and you didnt. You weakly waved him off while Ellie did the same and closed the door gently, turning to you as she did, as if she was afraid to startle you.

Cat brushed past you and turned into the living room, you still not registering the awkward conversation taking place. Ellie placed the flowers on the table next to the door, the paper crinkling lightly. Again, she looked afraid to speak and was giving you the puppy eyes you normally couldn't resist.

Not being able to take the feelings bubbling up inside you any more, You gave her a sad smile before holding her hands lightly and whispering into the space between you, "I'll let you two catch up."

Your hands slipped back to your sides simply, and your heart hurt more at the fact that she let them go. You turned away from her and padded up the stairs, trying not to look at all the framed photos of your little makeshift family.

As you crossed the threshold into your dimly lit room, you couldn't help the hot tears that rolled down your face. Closing the door slowly and gently, you paused for a moment to attempt to hear what they were saying before making your way over to your bed and perching on the side of it, the soft duvet sinking under your weight.

Your bed was pristine, and you regretfully thought that you had left your pillow in Ellie's room for a post-movie sleepover. This made more tears run down your face, and you put your head in your hands for a moment in an attempt to regain control of your breathing. In a way, you were more upset at yourself for getting your hopes up and for the ugly bout of jealousy that you couldn't quell.

You stayed there for a good couple of minutes, just attempting to calm your racing heart and thoughts when you heard the front door close. You panicked and ran to wipe your tears, expecting much more time to wallow than you were now afforded.

Even more worrying was the soft pattern of Ellie's footsteps coming up the stairs that you had come to recognize as your favorite sound over the past months. You had nowhere to hide when a soft knock came at your door, and she took the liberty of opening it while you sat in the same position and accepted your fate.

Feeling shameful, you couldn't bring yourself to look at her as she made her way across your room. The only light on was the warm glow of your lamp, and the light stopped touching your face as she sat next to you and the bed sagged, situating the side of her hip against yours.

Her hand came around your shoulder and her words were so sweet and gentle that it made you want to cry again. "Honey, what's wrong?"

You continued to stare into your lap, and found her other hand twitching as if it took effort to not wipe your tears away. You mumbled, "I don't know."

She sighed, "Was it Cat? She can say things she doesn't mean, but I don't think she intends to be hurtful."

You felt that unpleasant feeling in your chest again at Ellie's defense of her, and cruelly blurted out "Yeah, whatever."

She stopped for a moment before her hand snaked it's way back to her side, leaving a trail of fire on your back in its wake. She moved to get up and you regretted your outburst before she kneeled on the floor in front of you, forcing your teary eyes to meet her honeyed gaze.

"Was it that bad? I'll give her a real talking to you know, I'm not afraid to be mean if it's for you." Your heart ached at her angry and sincere expression, and you felt bad for setting this girl up for Ellie's wrath just because of some petty jealousy.

"I'm sorry, I'm being dramatic- she wasn't even mean," you sighed out like it hurt.

Her eyes turned back to sympathetic and you didn't know how many more seconds of this you could take without confessing your undying love for her. It was this train of thought, her caring gaze, and your overall mortification at her seeing you like this that led you to say what you did. You squeaked out, "Are you guys getting back together?"

A range of emotions painted Ellie's face. First, complete confusion. Then, slowly but surely, her eyes lit up and she looked completely smug. "Sugar, are you jealous?"

It seemed like she could not keep the smile off her face after she said it, and your face burned so hot that you could've lit a match. You grasped at words, "What! That's completely- I mean that's insane!"

Her shit eating grin intensified even further before giving you sarcastic puppy eyes and mumbling to the floor, "Aw man, that would've been nice..."

You were completely baffled. At your silence and embarassment, she looked back up at you with soft eyes and grabbed your hands, "That would've been nice because then I could tell you that there's no reason to be. That nobody's held a candle to you since we met."

Your thoughts were running a million miles a minute. She looked scared for a moment and started to retract her hands from yours before you grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her into a bruising kiss. She responded immediately and pushed you back onto the bed, falling on top of you with one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other to make sure she didn't crush you.

She came up for air and her hair tickled the side of your face, her expression completely lit up and she looked down at your lips before admitting, "You know those flowers were for you right? Joel was helping me practice this whole declaration of love all day, but you just want to get right to the action, huh?"

All you could blurt out was, "We'll get a vase for them later." Before bringing her lips back down to yours.

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thanks for reading! Just a reminder that requests are open and appreciated!

title from Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus <3

#ellie williams x reader #loser!ellie #flirt!ellie #tlou #the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fluff #lesbian #ellie x fem reader

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ellie williams | a slow pull, a seismic drift

synopsis ellie can't help but be absolutely smitten in your presence [1K] warnings university au, loser!ellie kinda, mentions of chest and thighs, fem!reader

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Ellie Williams never claimed to be a particularly diligent student. She always found herself scraping by in classes she had no interest in, her attention instead pulled to the margins of the page where her pen scribbled up random doodles until the professor’s droning came to a halt. However, this shouldn’t have been the case for this class, she thinks bitterly. What should have been an enjoyable lecture that was highly applicable to her in-progress astrophysics degree quickly became the ‘bane of her existence,’ as she had explained it to Dina countless times.

She felt this same frustration bubbling in her gut as the bright presentation in front of her blurred and the professor’s voice faded into the background. Finally, she decided to give up on the (messy) notes that she had been trying so hard to record, and felt her forehead crease up- throwing her pen down in an unnecessarily aggressive way. To her absolute chagrin, this action seemed to have caught your attention, and she felt her face grow hot as your hand- (soft and gentle, she duly noted) creeped across the inches of smooth desk. You plucked the pen from her with a kindness that she had not afforded it, and she briefly wondered if you would treat her with the same tenderness that you offered an inanimate object. She watched your hand dance across the bottom of her page, zoning out until you had put the pen down- leaving a swirly ‘you okay?’ and an accompanying frowny face. As she willed herself to meet your waiting gaze, she found a similar likeness in the drawing and your expression, and found to her dislike that she held a near affection for both. 

Your eyebrows were pulled together and up, and she felt her chest seize lightly at the puppy-dog eyes that you were giving her. Even though you were currently the cause of her great frustration, she found herself melting under the warmth of your gaze. God, you’d only talked briefly at the beginning and ends of class for the past month, she thought. There should be no reason for her to be this whipped. Interrupting her embarrassment, she came to the realization that she had completely left you hanging and mouthed out a quick “Can’t focus,” while avoiding your gaze and pretending to pay attention to the screen. In doing this, she quickly registered that she had fucked up- royally. As she glanced back to gauge your reaction, all she found was confusion. Before she could process anything more than the soft rolling of your chair wheels over the carpet, she was hit with a whiff of your perfume and the subtle warmth of your skin burning a hole through the arm of her flannel. Your hand was at attention next to your ear, and you briefly wondered what was taking her so long to tell you as she failed to emit a response. As your eyes glanced back towards her, Ellie was completely stunned, seemingly dragging her gaze from your chest back to your face. You were staring at each other for what felt like years, faces heating up, before the glaring lights clicking on broke you both out of your trance like a snap to attention.

As you realized your proximity to her, and the absolute flushed shade of her face, you quickly moved back in the chair- accidentally knocking her pen case to the floor in your haste.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” you rush out. 

She rushed to the floor to retrieve the scattered stationery, quick to find an excuse to hide her burning face from your sight, failing to realize your similar state. You were completely frozen as to how to help, hands dangling in the air in front of you, still sat in the chair. As Ellie perched on her knees in front of you, she felt a slight tremble in her hands, picking up pens and highlighters of varying shades around your shiny shoes. Realizing that you were being of no assistance at all, you quickly stood up, prepared to help her with the mess you caused. Instead, the new position forced her to have an up-close look at your soft thighs and some of the moles that adorned them. All Ellie heard in her head were blaring alarms as she focused on proving to you that she isn’t a complete perv, falling victim to her instincts to flee. In her panic, she ended up falling completely on her butt and once again, staring dumbly up at you with her arms keeping her up behind her. 

Selfishly, you first noticed the hair that had fallen out of her half-up bun in her panic, and thought that you’d like to move the strands back to their rightful place. You attempt to stifle the immediate thought after that, which is that Ellie happened to look quite pretty splayed on the floor like this. Ellie feels the ends of her lips quirk up into an awkward smile, breaking you both out of the moment and devolving you both into a fit of giggles at the circumstance. You briefly note the absence of your classmates as you take a quick glance around the hall, only for your glance to once again gravitate towards Ellie. Ellie realizes that the way she smiles up at you from the ground could be considered as nothing less than reverence, but fails to feel the same embarrassment that got her into her current situation. 

Your cheeks grow impossibly warmer at her unabashedness, and you regard her with a newfound sweetness as you extend your hand and bend your knees.

“Need some help?” you tease. 

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Ellie smirks as she hoists herself up to a closeness she can’t avoid falling victim to when around you- a gravitational pull. 

You both share another shy giggle, and find your hands entwined for a little longer than needed. As you drop each other’s hands and move towards your bags, Ellie smiles to herself at the newfound closeness- your shoulders nearly touching. Her hand tingles as she picks up her pen case, smiling at it like a trophy before shoving it back into the front pocket of her beat-up backpack. She finds that both her cheeks and hand remain warm as you walk shoulder-to-shoulder out the door and go your separate ways. Oh, Dina is going to never hear the end of this.

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ellie williams

a slow pull, a seismic drift [1K]

➵ ellie can't help but be absolutely smitten in your presence

biggest brightest flame [2.5K]

➵ ellie's ex comes back and makes you jealous, friends to lovers!

the first time, the second time [1.6K], part two [2.1K]

➵ rockstar!ellie x tour manager! reader, you both get hurt and take care of one another

leah williamson

hands down [1.5K]

➵ annoying bf! leah has a lot to make up for

training wheels [2.1K]

➵ leah attempts to learn to ride a bike for her cute gf... it goes how you expect

on your side [2K]

➵ leah helps you with your period pain

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