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hiii <3 do you think you could ever write ellie x loser!reader? i love loser ellie but i wanna see how it would be the other way around

omg yes i loveee that idea!! as a loser lesbian myself, i can totally do that. let me know if i should write headcannons or a little short story!

-blue 🦋

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Loser Lesbian Ellie x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER FIVE

HEY warnings for this chapter:

tw: mentions of drug abuse, masturbation (ellie)

It’s been almost a week since you were at Ellie’s house. You haven’t gone back yet, the work on the film has mostly been done just at school. You guys have civil conversations littered with laughing and smiling, and you’ve made barely any snide remarks about her at all since that afternoon at her house. 

Ellie is a big fan of these brand new, friendly interactions. So much so that she fears her middle school crush on you is coming back. She can’t stop thinking about you. Oh, I have this class with Y/N. I wonder what Y/N’s eating for lunch? Wow, I can’t believe Y/N was in my room. That thought in particular is her favorite one. It was floating around in her head constantly when she was at home. That you had been laying on the carpet in this very room, drinking a milk shake and listening to her talk about an apocalypse caused by a mushroom fungus. Occasionally, she’ll catch a little bit of your sweet cherry scent, even if it’s not really there, and it sends her spiraling. 

Yes. The middle school crush she had on you is returning, is what she ultimately decides. She knows that Dina will scream ‘I told you so!’ as soon as she updates her, and that Riley will scoff and advise her against it. ‘She’s cruel’ she will tell her. 

And of course, because Ellie has been so incredibly down bad for you before, she will ignore Riley. The crush got so bad in middle school that Ellie would draw comics of you. The two of you as Spider-Man (her) and the girl (you) that she had to save. Or maybe you both were detectives, or you were a princess and she was a guard. In Sixth Grade, she drew you both as dinosaurs. This is information she will NEVER reveal to anybody. Not a soul. 

This time, the crush is so bad that you’re on Ellie’s mind as she takes a shower after a day full of hard farm work. She had lugged around bales of hay all day, herding her dad’s flock of sheep while riding on her horse. It had left her bones sore and her muscles burning. 

If Y/N was here, she could give me a massage, she thinks and giggles to herself. 

But now that she’s in the shower, her thoughts have wandered away from her aching body and turned towards you. 

They’re not normal thoughts, they’re the kind that flush her face and make the space between her legs ache as much as her bones do. She tries to think of something else but… it just won’t work. 

And that’s how she ends up leaning against the tiled shower wall, whining and gasping pitifully into her hand as she uses her other hand to fuck herself messily, quickly, almost desperately. 

No, not almost. She is completely and totally desperate.

Why won’t you and your sharp words, your perfect smile, your stunning features, you, leave her head? 

Not that she’s complaining too much. It’s kind of thrilling to have images of you and soundtracks of your voice floating around in her mind. Those soundtracks play on a loop as she pounds two of her fingers into her dripping cunt, hot water from the showerhead soaking her flushed skin. A cacophony of whimpers and little pleading words fall from her parted lips.

“Ah~ nghh, Y/N, please,” It’s as if Ellie’s begging for you, and you’re not even there, no matter how much she wishes you were. You’ve bullied her for years; why would she be this needy for you?

Part of her knows that it’s because you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen in her life, and the other part of her knows that it’s because the teasing has made her even more obsessed with you. Why? That’s a question for a time when she’s not about to come.

She starts imagining that you’re there with her, your manicured hands trailing over her skin, your lips pressed against her toned stomach that she wishes you know about, water dripping down your body as she stares down at you, sharp, teasing words coming from your mouth. She makes choked little moaning sounds as flashes of you, your face, your tits, your legs, fly through her head like a horney slideshow, the heat in her core twisting a building up until it’s unbearable-

And then she comes to the thought of her gorgeous high school bully, whining loudly and shaking as she soaks her already-wet fingers, her arousal dripping down her wrist. 

And she has no shame about it.

After recovering from her orgasm, Ellie sighs heavily, washing the shampoo out of her hair which is what she intended to do before she got a little distracted. Her shower routine is not complex. It consists of soap and shampoo. She’s imagined what yours is like before, all the steps you probably go through in order to smell amazing every day. The sweetness that follows you around haunts her mind. She wants to bottle whatever that smell is. 

She turns off the shower, stepping out and toweling her skin dry before putting her pajamas on. She just knows that if you saw the pajamas, you would laugh so hard that you’d cry. She has on her favorite dinosaur themed boxers and an old t-shirt that she got when she went on a school trip with the Marching Band. Basically, if you saw her in it, you’d be absolutely brutal with teasing her. 

Little does she know, you actually have begun to find her interesting and find some of her nerdy hobbies and interests endearing. 

She’d probably melt if she knew that. 

She ends up spending the rest of the night watching a truly terrible horror movie with her adoptive dad, Joel, a gruff man on the outside, but a teddy bear on the inside. Despite the movie and the laughter filling the living room, Ellie always found her mind wondering what you were up to. 

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You were not having as good of a night as Ellie was, to put it simply. Your mom had showed back up at the house, which is never fun for you. She’d been on a bender for about a week, having visited her dealer and buying all the shit she could come up with. Now that she’s gotten over the high, she’s at a low. You practically have to baby sit her. In instances like these, you barely go to school since you have to spend all day making sure your mom stays alive, tending to her every need even if it’s just her being demanding.

You almost text Ellie to tell her and the rest of your film group that you’ll miss some work days, but they don’t care about you like that. They’ll be fine without me, you tell yourself as you stir some honey into chamomile tea for your mom. The house is still quiet.  That’s a pro of your mother no longer being coked up, she’s too tired to say or do anything. 

As you take the tea to your mom, your thoughts fade to Ellie, wanting to know what she’s up to right now (fucking herself in the shower, that’s what she’s doing). Probably playing some conflict game in her mess of a room. You set the tea on the TV dinner table next to your mom, who lies on the couch. 

“Here, ma, this is for you.” You tell her softly. She looks up at you with bloodshot eyes and smiles, showcasing her dirty teeth. You grimace a bit, out of sympathy for her and also frustration that you’re acting like the parent here. You’re only eighteen. 

“Thanks sweet girl. You got a boyfriend yet?” She always asks this. You don't have the heart or confidence to tell her No, I’ll never have a boyfriend. I’m not into boys like that. You’re scared those words will never leave your mouth. 

Part of your jealousy towards Ellie is that she’s genuine. She knows who she is, and she doesn’t hide it. She’s been out as gay since eighth grade, which is when you started tormenting her. Because you knew that she’s proud in a way you never will be. It makes you feel sick to your stomach. 

Just like you guessed would happen, you miss school for almost a full week. You don’t text the film group to let them know that you won’t be in class. All you do is make meals for your mother, write little poems in your room, hang out with Cherry, and do Youtube pilates workouts. It’s oddly exhausting, being home so much. A few of your friends reach out to see if you’re busy, to which you say ‘can’t, some family stuff came up’. They don’t respond after that. 

On the sixth day of your confinement, a Saturday, you’re watching a Nikola’s Pilates video, dressed in pink foldover leggings and a black t-shirt, when your phone buzzes at your side. With a groan, you relax from the stretch you were in and check to see which friend texted this time with a party invitation. But when you see the screen, your heart stops. Or it starts beating faster; it’s hard to tell. Something is going on with your heart either way. Lit up on the phone screen is a text from Ellie, who’s listed in your phone as ‘Ellie 🥸’. Your heart beats even faster, or maybe even slower, as you read the text. 

Ellie 🥸: hey y/n

Ellie 🥸: do you maybe want to come over?

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hi my loves! UGHHH i’m loving all the support, you guys are so sweet. what did we think of the slightly spicy chapter? i hope it wasn’t weirdly written or anything haha😭.

sorry this is coming out late at night, i had a huge math assignment and had to photograph stuff for yearbook.

-lots of love, blue 🦋

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HIII please post more 😭😭 i need more of loser ellie she’s the sweetest one i’ve ever read

HIII i intend on posting more! I’m trying to post a chapter a day, but school is a lottt. i love loser ellie too, she’s my favorite 🫶. the chapter i’ll put out tomorrow is veryyy exciting (and a little spicy).

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Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader pt 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Ellie’s home is the complete opposite to yours. Where you live in a trailer park without a front or back yard, neighbors on every side of you, the whole place a mess except for your sanctuary of a room, Ellie lives on a ranch. It’s cozy, the house itself is older, brick, and painted in warm, deep red colors, and the acres of land surrounding it are green, heavily wooded, and covered in wild flowers. You spot a little brood of chickens around a light blue coop (the same blue as Ellie’s eyes), and a reddish horse is roaming around the fields.

Your heart aches with jealousy over this life Ellie fucking Williams gets to live.

You took an Uber here, even though Dina gave you the option about getting a ride in her car. It’s odd how nice she is to you despite the dozens of times you’ve made mean quips about her dumb skinny jeans. The drive was a slow, torturous session filled with both dread and anticipation. You want to see what Ellie’s life is like, the insider edition on this absolute nerd and who has raised her to be so… unique, to put it nicely. You are at her house afterall, you’ve got to be kinder than usual. The walk up to her front porch is even longer than the drive you took to get here. Your stomach has stayed sunken down into a pit, your head feels light.

All of this because of Ellie?

You quickly decide that you can’t let her get to you this much, to the point that your skin feels hot, which is what leads you to slamming your fist against the front door a few times in rapid succession, closing your eyes tightly as you wait for someone to answer. Will it be Dina? Riley? Ellie? Whatever parent she lives with? You really hope it’s not a parent, that would just send you and your anxiety about this whole situation over the edge.

Thankfully, it's not a parent that opens the great big oak door for you. But it is in fact Ellie. You step back, looking at her as she stands in the doorway, staring at you. Her eyes are wide, as if she’s surprised that you showed up despite being invited. Since school, she’s taken off her grey flannel and is just in her jeans and t-shirt, which unfortunately has revealed her toned arms. She’s not grossly muscular or anything, she’s strong from heavy labor on the farm, the kind of work that makes someone sweat and groan with the stress of having dozens of pounds held in their arms. The very thought of Ellie doing that makes you feel strange. Maybe it’s because she’s so weird that the image of her doing something like that seems wrong. Maybe it’s because you have a thing for muscular arms.

You won’t allow yourself to think it’s for the second reason.

“Um, hi,” Ellie says softly, looking right at you. You look her up and down quickly, trying to make it unnoticeable. It becomes obvious though when your eyes still on her feet which are clad in Marvel socks that look like they’re from the little boys section at Target.

“Nice socks, Williams. Never in a million years would I have guessed that you’re a Marvel fan,” You drawl at her, your tone dripping with intense sarcasm. Duh, she’s a Marvel fan. All it takes is one look at her to figure that out.

“Shut up,” She says, stepping out of the doorway and letting me into the house. “Dina picked up milk shakes. I hope you like vanilla, cause that’s what’s left of them.” She shuts the door behind you, loudly, as you look around her house. It’s large, open. The limited walls make the home feel so welcoming, like it was made to be filled with people for Saturday dinner parties that make the house smell like chili and cinnamon. There’s windows everywhere, and leather couches lining the walls of a massive living room. Despite the pure size of the place, it still feels cozy.

“I’m more of a strawberry girl,” You shrug at her back as you follow her down a hallway. The house is ranch-style, so there’s no stairs. At least there’s one similarity between the place she lives and where you live.

Ellie sighs. “Of course you are,” She pads down the hallway like a cat, and you watch her lazy, calm strides. She walks differently here than she does at school. She just exudes more confident energy, almost like she’s not the same person. But no, she’s still and always will be Ellie to you. Nerdy, unfortunately funny, oddly talented Ellie.

Her bedroom is almost exactly the way you’d pictured it before. Not that you’ve pictured her bedroom. There’s posters covering every inch of the dark blue walls. They all picture obscure movies only she watches, or her ‘underground’ bands, there’s a few anime posters which makes you laugh under your breath, and some little sketches of her own. You can tell because you’ve spent all of high school teasing her about the action comics she draws in class. They’re not bad, you’ll give her that much. Her bed is a complete mess of blankets and sheets and pillows, even stuffed animals. From your spot in her doorway, you can make out a duck, a tiger, and a moose. They all look well-loved and old, like she’s kept them from her childhood. Your eyes travel upwards towards the TV mounted on the wall, right over a dresser which holds many controllers and a PlayStation. Typical. Tucked in the corner of her rather large bedroom next to a record player is an acoustic guitar, and based on your limited musical knowledge, it's a nice one. Seated next to each other on the floor, staring up at you, is Dina and Riley. You wave hello to them, mustering up your sweetest smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Dina smiles back. “Milkshake? Hope you don’t mind vanilla.” She holds up a milkshake in a Dairy Queen cup for you, which you take with a mumbled ‘thank you so much’. You usually eat and drink very healthy in order to maintain your picture-perfect self, but you’re a sucker for anything that has ice cream in it.

Riley doesn’t acknowledge your presence, which is odd since you’ve barely made any remarks about her.

You and Ellie end up sitting next to each other, sipping milkshakes (hers is chocolate) and discussing plans for the film. You end up agreeing to be the actress for the film, but very begrudgingly after lots of convincing from all three girls. The film in question is now officially about an apocalypse that has been caused by a weird mushroom infection that you don’t fully understand. It’s a nerdy concept, and you are not the target audience for it.

You watch Ellie animatedly discussing the virus, occasionally scribbling words and images down in her torn up, overfilled notebook with a mechanical pencil. She gets so overexcited about the concept that her arm flings outwards, in your direction, and it slams into the remainder of your milkshake. With the thought of saving your over-expensive clothes from sticky ice cream, you fall backwards to escape her misdirected arm, and in her rush to grab the milkshake before it falls-

Ellie ends up tumbling right on top of you.

You both grunt as she collides into you, her weight resting completely on your body, which is not exactly comfortable. But she’s warm, her skin is soft, and her eyes are staring directly into yours. You stare back, entranced by the pure blue of them. Your chest rises and falls against hers, hearts beating much too close together. Your legs are locked with hers somehow, despite how un-dramatic the fall was. You are still completely and totally entwined with Ellie Williams.

“Um, I…” She trails off and slowly lifts herself off your body with her frustratingly toned and tanned arms that you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from.

Suddenly, you both snap out of whatever trance you had gotten into. Ellie coughs, a fake cough, and rolls off you, ending up on her back, gazing at the ceiling. You sit up and brush off your clothes eliminating all traces of the girl.

“That was awkward as fuck,” Riley says, pointing out the extremely obvious.

“Wow, thanks for the observation,” Dina laughs at her. Ellie says nothing, her eyes remained trained on the ceiling. And your eyes remain glued to her.

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Everyone got tired of planning for the film pretty quickly, and you’ve all fallen into comfortable conversation. Even you have joined in, cracking a few jokes as if you have been friends with these three girls for years. Ellie has remained quieter, but she’s spoken to you multiple times.

You’re enjoying spending time with her, which is something you didn’t know was possible.

Currently, Dina is begging Ellie to play the guitar. “Please Els! You’re so good, everyone has to know how talented you are!” She pleads.

“Um, no. Not everyone,” Ellie mumbles, glancing at the instrument.

“Yes everyone!” Dina clasps her hands together and kneels before her best friend. “Please!”

“Yeah, come on,” I tilt my head at her, smiling a real smile. “I want to hear you play. Els.” When the nickname falls from my lips, Ellie’s cheeks turn a deep, dark maroon shade of red. I keep smiling at her. I can see the panic in her face.

“I- um, I guess that I could. If you, like, really want me to,” She says, staring at me with a breathless expression on her face.

“Mhm. I really do want you to.”

“Fuck,” She mutters, but nevertheless, she grabs her guitar and tunes it quickly with nimble, long fingers. I find my gaze lingering on them for a little too long. Whatever nerdy girlfriend she’s managed to get in the past must’ve been very happy with those hands.

You want to slap yourself for even thinking that.

Still, you watch in awe as Ellie begins to play something on her guitar, her brow furrowed in focus. Your lips fall open into a little ‘o’ shape, shocked that Ellie has been withholding this talent from you. Why would she have it to you in the past, though, knowing that you would probably just make fun of her and call her a wanna-be-John-Denver or something.

But now? After having genuine conversations with her and getting a little too close for comfort, the only thing that falls from your mouth is: “Woah, Ellie. You’re really good.”

She blushes a little and mumbles a thank you, too focused to respond. You watch her fingers skillfully strum the strings of her guitar, and you swallow hard, still thinking about what other things she might be good at with hands like those. You don’t mean to think about that, but you just can’t help it!

The rest of the song is a blur of pretty music, your gaze lingering on her hands, and a few more praises from you about how talented she is.

“I told you!” Dina says, grinning once Ellie is done.

“Good job Els,” Riley says. She’s been the most hostile to you today, and you don’t quite understand why. You’ve been nothing but nice to her today! But you divert your attention back to Ellie, who you want to focus on anyways.

“Yeah that was… it was really amazing,” You tell her, your face feeling hot. You stare at her, and she stares back, her blue eyes blinking at you as she looks at you with confusion at why you're being so kind to her.

The truth is, you’re being kind to her because you no longer feel the need to be cruel.

Saldy, the night must come to an end and you have to leave. Ellie walks you to the door, only looking up at you to bid you goodbye. “Bye, Y/N, thanks for coming over. It was… it was really nice, actually.” She looks happy to be speaking to you.

“Yeah, your house is amazing and, well, so are you I guess,” The compliment slips out and you both freeze. You? Calling her amazing? “Okay I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!” You squeak out and hop into your Uber so fast that you stumble on the gravel driveway of the property, which Ellie notices and giggles about. Your face is hot with embarrassment.

In the Uber, you have a very uncomfortable realization: Just like how your legs were tangled together when she fell on top of you, you and Ellie Williams are becoming much more tangled together than you ever wanted to be, and you don’t know if you’re ever going to escape the feelings starting to grow inside of you.

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hiiii cuties! chapter four is so fun and exciting to me i hope you love it!!

omg chapter 4 already? yes! i have gone from reading fics until midnight to writing them until midnight.

a few things:

the relationship between the two is actually going to progress from now on, so don’t worry about things being super slow

the support from you all is making me so happy thank you! 💗

tags:

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Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER THREE

The next day, you feel like an absolute mess walking into school. Your hands are shaking, your eyes are darting around in search of Ellie. Shit, you were too stressed this morning to even make your daily chai.

Of course, you don’t look like a mess. You have on low waisted jeans from Hollister, paired perfectly with a pink crop top which no one will ever know that you thrifted. Your lips are perfectly glossed, your jewelry shines, your hair is straightened and flowing down your back.

No one will know about the terrible mistake you made last night.

Except for Ellie, of course.

The girl that you see immediately, the very moment you walk through the school doors. She’s wearing her usual weird emo get-up, black jeans, extremely fucked-up Conversse, and a flannel over her band t-shirt. The same band t-shirt from the post you liked last night. She looks happier than usual, satisfied with herself almost. It’s like she’s waiting for you.

Your suspicions are confirmed as she immediately approaches you. You curl your lip at her, hating that you have to look up at her slightly.

“What the hell do you want, Williams?” You snap, adjusting the tote bag that’s slung over your shoulder. You know exactly what she wants, but you will not give her the satisfaction of even more satisfaction.

“I think you know, Y/N,” She says, grinning. You hate her stupid smile, all toothy and genuine. It’s like she’s teasing you, instead of the other way around. “What were ya’ up to last night?”

“It’s creepy that you want to know so much about me,” You say, staring straight ahead as you walk towards the girl's bathroom. You don’t need to use it, you’re just trying to find an escape from this conversation. “Especially about my night time activities.”

You realize all too late that some could take that sentence in a sexual way. You wince at yourself as Ellie raises an eye brow. She could use some eyebrow gel, you think to yourself.

“Um, alright…” She trails off awkwardly. “I’m talking about the, uh, post you liked. On Instagram.” Her voice has turned into practically a squeak. You smirk at how high pitched her tone has become, at her nervousness, at how small she seems despite the couple of inches she has on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug, still refusing to look directly at her.

“Yes you do, I know you do!” She protests. “Why were you stalking me?” Her formerly mouse-like voice becomes accusatory.

You swallow hard. There’s no getting around this. She’s going to become persistent and more annoying than usual, like a pesky little bug. A mosquito, perhaps. A fly that just won’t die no matter what. “Because your account is so fucking stupid, and I needed something to laugh at. You’re like a Disney princess, with all those animals,” You finally turn to look at her, crossing your arms and looking Ellie up-and-down. “You don’t look like a Disney princess though. Maybe one of the Seven Dwarfs, though.” You laugh at your own joke, even though it sounds more like a giggle than you intended.

“More of a princess than you are,” It’s rare that she’s sassy back to you. She usually just takes your words and disposes of them as soon as you leave her alone. “But are you su-u-u-ure you didn’t like my account? That one post?”

“Oh my god, Williams,” You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. “You’re so desperate.”

She opens her mouth to retort back, but the bell rings for first period, cutting off her words. You shrug at her, walking off to class and swiping lipgloss over your perfect lips, pleased that conversation is over and done with.

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You should’ve known that your time without Ellie and the constant reminder of the ‘Instagram Incident’ wouldn’t last for long. It’s your last class of the day, one of your favorites to be honest since you get to be creative: Film. It’s rare in school that you get to let loose a bit, lose the popular, mean girl persona and be creative and fun.

The only downside to this class is that Ellie Williams takes it too, ever the nerd.

You sigh heavily as you take your seat in the classroom, surrounding my quiet gossiping conversation and laughs from classmates that don’t have to worry about concealing themselves for the sake of social status. Not long after you do, Ellie comes into the class, her stringed earphones in as always, likely playing some indie band no one has ever heard of. You scoff at her, the noise barely audible. Somehow, Ellie notices and casts you a dirty look. You ignore it.

The class begins soon enough, the teacher, Miss Hanson, talking for a while before she announces a group project: a short film on a life changing event of your choice, fictional or not. It’s a prompt that you like, considering that you have had many life changing events yourself. You’re ready and excited for the project, already coming up with ideas in your yellow notebook, until Miss Hanson begins to assign groups of four, reading off of her attendance list. It’s not as if you dislike the people in this class, but you don’t exactly like them either. Most of them are weird and don’t wear deodorant, which happens to be your greatest pet peeve of all time.

Everything is going well, you’re still excited, until Miss Hanson’s voice rings out through the room: “Y/N, Ellie…” Followed by two other classmates: Dina and Riley. They’re both friends with Ellie, which makes this so much worse. You’re about to be surrounded by people that, some time throughout high school, you have made fun of.

It feels like it’s been years by the time you finally make your way over to Ellie, Dina, and Riley’s table. You drag your feet, refusing to look up from the floor, and once you’ve sat down, refusing to look up from the notebook in front of you. The chattering at the table dies down as soon as you settle into your seat.

“Y/N,” Dina says curtly, addressing your presence with a civil hello.

“Hi,” You mumble. Your usually larger-than-life voice and persona has been diluted to nothing. Is it guilt you feel? No, it can’t be. You are anything but a guilty person filled with regret.

“We’re going over ideas for the topic,” Riley tells you. You finally look up, nodding at her. With a glance around the table, you can tell that Riley is not happy to see you, Dina looks indifferent, not even negative about it, and Ellie?

Ellie’s freckled face has turned bright red.

Not that you’ve noticed she has freckles. Because you have not noticed that.

“What was your idea, Els?” Dina turns her attention to her best friend. “You were saying it a minute ago.” Ellie’s face gets even redder, which makes you almost laugh.

She mumbles something indecipherable under her breath, looking anywhere but at you. Dina giggles at her shyness and holds a hand to her ear, almost mocking Ellie. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.” She says in a sing-songy tone.

Ellie rolls her eyes at Dina. “We could do something like, apocalypse-y, y’know? There could be a sickness, or zombies, or a creepy fungus. That’s a super life changing event, since it’s on a large scale. It could be about a girl, who’s travelling around and…” She trails off, realizing the incredibly stupid rant she just went on.

You smirk and stare at her, leaning back in your seat, all confidence and bravado come back to you. “Oh my god, you’re a nerd. A fungus? That’s-”

Riley cuts you off with a snarl in her voice. “Amazing, Ellie, it’s a really good idea. Kind of a coming-of-age thing, yeah?” She’s smiling at her friend warmly. This wholesome exchange causes a burn to run through your body. You’ve never had a friendship that close, so understanding and true. You’ve never let anyone know you well enough to experience something like it.

“Yeah exactly!” Ellie smiles back, which you take notice of. It’s not a toothy smile, but her lips press together and turn up at the edges. You can tell that it’s genuine. It makes her look-

No! Ellie Williams is not cute, you’re just tired from stressing all of last night and getting no sleep.

“And Y/N, you could be the actor. You’re photogenic enough to be filmed.” Dina adds. Your stomach drops. You don’t want to be filmed being vulnerable and moving through life as an innocent girl in a world of trouble. You’ve done that enough in real life.

“Um, I-” You start, but Riley cuts you off again. Your eyes narrow at her in frustration.

“That’s perfect! What do you say we go to Ellie’s house after school and really get started on stuff? I can bring milkshakes!” She says, filled with enthusiasm. Your stomach drops in terror. Ellie’s house? Today? Being filmed?

Although milkshakes do sound good…

You think for a while as Ellie and Dina agree to the plan for after school. Is it really worth it to put yourself through this? Who knows how long you’ll be at Ellie’s, surrounded by cameras and people who hate you. You could just pretend like you have plans after school, or-

“Y/N?” Dina asks kindly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You look at her, embarrassingly confused, your cheeks turning pink.

“So, can you come to Ellie’s?” She asks, cocking her head at you.

Without even thinking, you say: “Yes.”

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…heyyy. so i KNOW i already posted a chapter today BUT i’m just so excited about this series. it’s about to get so so exciting next chapter, i’ll probably post it tomorrow.

a few things

PLEASE i need a name for this book, preferably something film related

how slow-burn do you want this to be?

i adore you guys so much!

-blue 🦋

@macaroni676 here’s your tag!!

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No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

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Me reading another person's writing: Oh they missed a period there, no worries mistakes happen :) Three adjectives in a sentence? Adverbs for days? No worries I love descriptions and this story is fire.

Me seeing the same thing in my work: Wow am I illiterate? Am I actually ok? Who the actual fuck told me I can write so I can go and curse their entire family for the time it took for me to carefully craft this GARBAGE.

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Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER TWO

You sprawl across your bed, your fingers idly stroking Cherry’s, your cat’s, soft fur as you scrolls through your phone. Your room is bathed in warm, golden light from the fairy lights strung across your light blue walls, and the scent of your cherry-vanilla perfume lingers in the air. Your laptop is open beside you, an unfinished essay on poetry formatting glowing on the screen, but you aren’t working on it. Not when you have something far more distracting in your hands.

Ellie Williams’ Instagram profile.

You keep telling yourself it’s just curiosity. A way to kill time. Another way to find things to tease the girl about. But the longer you scroll, the harder it is to convince yourself of that.

Something about this cyber-stalking brings the twist back in your gut, as you learn more things about Ellie that makes her more and more human to you.

Ellie doesn’t post much—barely over a dozen photos in total. The girl is practically a ghost on social media, as shy online as she is in real life. But the few pictures she has are painfully wholesome. A blurry shot of her horse, Parsnip, mid-gallop. A candid of her dad, Joel, laughing at something off-camera. A couple of grainy sunset shots taken from what must be their farm. And, of course, Ellie herself.

You pause at one picture in particular. It’s a mirror selfie, probably taken in her bedroom. Ellie’s wearing some oversized band tee and sweatpants, her hair tousled like she just rolled out of bed. Her lip piercing catches the light. She’s not even smiling—just staring at the camera with that usual indifferent expression. And yet…

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Objectively speaking, Ellie is not unattractive. If anything, she has a kind of effortless, accidental hotness. The kind that doesn’t try. The kind that’s irritatingly natural.

Not that you care at all. Obviously. You’re just bored.

Cherry shifts on the bed, purring, but you barely notice the movements of your treasured pet as your manicured thumb hovers over the screen. Your mind is, as usual, coming up with half-formed insults and demeaning words towards Ellie Williams. This is dumb. Her posts are dumb. Who even takes this many pictures of their farm animals? What is she, a Disney princess? Fucking Cinderella? So stupid.

Through your irritation, you lose track of what you’re doing and the control you have over your actions.

Which is what causes what happens next.

A tiny, horrifying heart icon pops up at the bottom of the screen.

You freeze, your eyes widening in horror.

Oh. No.

You just liked Ellie’s post.

Your body goes rigid, your heart lurching into your throat as you sit up as straight as a rod. For a moment, you just stare at the screen, as if willing it to undo itself. As if sheer force of will can reverse your terrible mistake.

It can’t. Nothing can

You scramble to unlike it, your hands shaking slightly. But it’s too late. The damage is done. Ellie will have seen the notification. Or, worse, she’ll see it before you have the chance to erase the evidence.

You’ve never made a mistake like this. Years of stalking people on Instagram, and you’ve never had a slip-up this horrible and detrimental. The worst part of this is that Ellie will know you were thinking about her. Worse, you were looking at her. Almost admiring that picture.

You groan in defeat, throwing your phone onto the bed as if it’s personally betrayed you. Cherry meows in protest, shifting away from your sudden movement. She leaps off the bed and makes her way to the pink cat tree in the corner of your room, meowing the whole way there.

“Shut up,” You mutter, burying your face in your silk pillow and most likely disturbing your perfectly curled hair. “This is a disaster.”

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter over and over again. That Ellie probably won’t care. But deep, deep down, you know the truth.

Ellie Williams is going to see that you liked her post. Her selfie, to make matters worse.

And there is absolutely no way to explain that to her.

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Ellie is in the middle of strumming a lazy tune on her guitar when her phone buzzes beside her. She almost ignores it, too lost in the familiar rhythm of her fingers against the strings, but something tells her to check. With a sigh, she sets the guitar down and picks up her phone.

And then she sees it.

You liked her post.

Her breath catches. For a second, she just stares at the screen, blinking, like maybe she read it wrong. But no. The notification is still there, real and impossible to ignore.

YOU LIKED HER POST!

The girl who spends half her time making Ellie’s life miserable. The girl who acts like she’s too cool to even breathe the same air as her. The girl who—

Ellie drops her guitar.

It clatters against the floor, the sound jarring, but she barely notices. Her brain is stuck on one thing and one thing only: you liked her post.

It wasn’t a new post, either. It was an old one. Which means you had to have been scrolling. Looking.

Ellie doesn’t know what to do with that information.

Her first instinct is to screenshot it, just in case you unlike it and try to pretend it never happened. Her second instinct is to text Dina, but she already knows what she’d say—Dude, she’s obsessed with you.

This is something that Dina has been telling her for years, fueling the stupid crush Ellie had on you when she was an awkward teenager in middle school. Her hopes and dreams of that ever happening have been crushed.

Ellie bites her lip, staring at the screen a second longer before locking her phone and tossing it onto her bed. She can’t think about this right now.

But tomorrow?

Tomorrow, she’s bringing it up.

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hi cuties! here’s chapter two💗

thank you guys for the cute comments last chapter!

a few things

i made a collage thing for the series! (the filming picture will come into play next chapter)

last chapter, i forgot to mention that ellie has a lip piercing 😼

i need a name for the series, if you have suggestions please let me know!

bye!! lots of love 💗

[bluebutterflytattooed]

Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader

CHAPTER ONE

The scent of cheap highschool soap and burnt cafeteria breakfast clings to the air as you stroll down the hallway, your fingers brushing idly against the straps of your tote bag. The hum of voices, the occasional locker slamming, the scuff of sneakers against tile—it all blends together into the usual morning chaos. You don’t mind it. If anything, you thrive in it. The whole school worships you, admires you, most people are even afraid of you. Yeah, you have some friends, but they’re not close. They’re just there. No one really knows about your life. 

And you want to keep it that way. 

Some people say that you’re mean, and they may be right. You don’t tease or make fun of a lot of people, but when you do, it’s constant and cruel. Most people are just kinda weird, weird enough for you to dislike them. But there’s one person in particular that you just are relentless towards, teasing her whenever you come across her. 

And this is one of those moments. 

Ellie Williams, all flannel and denim, leaning against her locker like she’s in some indie movie about teenage angst. Her brown hair is tied into a bun at the back of her head, and it looks messier than usual today, like she rolled out of bed ten minutes before getting here, but somehow, it still works for her. She's clutching a book—one of those manga things she's always reading—and the sight of it makes you smirk. 

What a fucking loser.

You walk past Ellie slowly, deliberately, trailing your scent of cherry-vanilla in her wake. “Careful, Williams,” you drawl, just loud enough to be heard over the morning commotion. “Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re some kind of hopeless lesbian stereotype.” You toss your ever-shiny, wavy hair over your shoulder, giggling to yourself since she already is a hopeless lesbian stereotype. 

Ellie barely reacts. Just a glance, a quick roll of those pale green eyes, before she shoves the book into her backpack and slams the locker shut. She mumbles something under her breath, but you don’t quite catch it. Probably some sarcastic remark she’d pretend not to care about.

It’s fine. You have all day to get under her skin.

First period is AP Government class, and unfortunately for Ellie, fate (or the school’s frankly terrible scheduling system) has placed her directly in your orbit. You two sit two desks apart—close enough for you to take notice of the way Ellie taps her pencil against her notebook, deep in whatever brooding thoughts a girl like her has.

You lean back in your chair, letting your gaze drift lazily in Ellie’s direction. “So, what’s today’s outfit, Williams? ‘Dressed like a grunge band member’ or ‘trying to impress your imaginary girlfriend’?”

Ellie doesn’t look up. “Neither,” she mutters. “Just trying to get through the day without listening to you talk.”

You grin. God, you love it when Ellie pretends to be unfazed.

The teacher drones on about civic responsibilities, but you aren't paying attention. You’re too busy sneaking glances at Ellie—at the way she chews on the end of her pen, at the way her fingers drum against the desk like she’s counting down the seconds until she can escape. It’s almost funny. How much effort Ellie puts into ignoring her.

Deep in your heart, you know that she can never truly ignore you. Not as long as you persist with the teasing. Some call it bullying. You call it character building. 

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By lunch, you find yourself by Ellie’s usual table, arms crossed, looking down at her with a smirk. Ellie is hunched over, corded earphones in, half-heartedly picking at her fries. Probably listening to some sad indie band no one’s ever heard of. You pluck one of the fries off her tray and pop it into your mouth.

Ellie sighs, finally looking up. “You know, there are better ways to get my attention.”

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, still chewing. “Like what?” You pop a piece of bubble gum between your pink glossy lips, chewing it to escape the taste of the greasy fry. You smack the gum loudly in your mouth, just knowing it will frustrate Ellie. 

Ellie doesn’t answer. Just shakes her head, a small, exasperated smile tugging at her lips as she turns back to her tray. And for some reason, the sight of that almost-smile makes frustration twist inside your own chest. How dare she ignore you? When you’re right in front of her, trying your hardest to drive her mad. I’m not someone to be ignored, you think to yourself, pouting as you walk towards your friends table, crossing your arms over your pink-tank-top-clad chest. 

Weird. 

The feeling in your chest goes away as you sit down with your friends, immediately giggling over something that your closest friend Abby is doing. Once upon a time, you and Abby had a thing together.

You no longer do, which is for the best.

You glance over at Ellie’s table, just out of the habit you have to always look for her. 

To your surprise, she’s staring right back at you. 

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hiiii! this is my first work posted here, please be nice!

a few things:

both characters are eighteen here

ellie is lesbian, you are up for interpretation

this is a highschool!au so have fun with that

let me know your thoughts and ask questions!

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hello cuties! this is just my pinned post and some boundaries.

-> what i will and can write

~ smut

~fluff

~sapphic stuff

~a littleee bit of angst

~fandoms that i know and love

~alternate au's (my fav!)

-> what i will NOT write at all

~non-con/icky stuff

~tons of angst and violence

~straight ships

~just things that i don't feel comfortable with

~please do not use or steal my writing in any way; i work very hard on it

okay glad we've got that over with!

i will eventually add a masterlist here, as well as a 'current works' thingy.

xoxoxo, Blue 😽

Blue’s Masterlist 🦋

Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams Series:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five