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GUYS IM NOT SICK ANYMORE I PROMISE IM WORKING ON CHAPTER 3

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hi guys sorry i stopped updating the story after my trip i was busy and now i think i'm sick :T

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me looking at my dad after telling me not to draw on myself because ill end up getting tattoos (i dont want to get tattoos. im scared of needles.)

they're pulling the same stupid face

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me after posting chapters at early hours of the day

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awkward hellos across the room 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: nerd ! Ellie Williams x popular ! reader PT. 2

hi guys!! i did NOT expect all the love for my first chapter, but thank y'all so sosmsosomuch!!! i really hope y'all like this one, i have a really rough outline for how i want this story to play out.. ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG LIKE ALMOST 2000 WORDS??? dude i didn't even write that much for my ap class. i hope y'all like this!!!

Includes !! a more stereotypical way of school like imagine 2000s movies iykwim, awkward nerd ellie hehe, popular reader, yayayay

CHAPTERS (please read the disclaimer!)

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“What the hell did I just do?!” Ellie was a mess in her room, lying face flat on her bed as she let out a scream of exasperation. She had your number now — which is super shocking knowing she couldn’t speak straight the entire time — but now she actually had to talk to you. Studying was ok, she had an idea of what to say since they were all science related. Hanging out as friends? Actually socializing with you? She was dying at all the different possibilities of it going bad.

“Ellie cmon, it’s not that bad.” Dina was on the other end of the phone, her frustration growing slightly. Not because Ellie was complaining, but because she had such low self confidence. “Me and Dina will be there, it’ll be fine!” Jesse’s voice chimed in, him and Dina giggling. “It could be like a double date!” Dina suggested and Ellie groaned again. “Guys- I can’t do this dude, this is gonna go so bad-! I can’t even talk to her without stuttering. When we were leaving that library, I was so awkward that even the librarians were eyeing me.”

“Look El, we’ll be there. You’ll be fine. Just- be yourself-” Dina cut Jesse off. “But less nervous and awkward! Ok Ellie, me and Jesse are gonna go back to what we were doing.” Ellie scrunched her nose up, her brows furrowed. “Ew gross! Fine, ok- bye.” She laughed a bit, before her mind went right back to you. She really wanted to do this right- shit, what if your freak of a boyfriend found out?? She’d get run over by his IROC. Her overthinking was interrupted by the notification on her phone going off. She glanced over and it was you. She opened her phone immediately, a smile already creeping onto her face. God, she was such a loser.

ellie!! wheres that burger place at btw!

 It’s near the new mall that just opened up If you want I can drive you?

 She was typing before she even realized what she said. She froze, her eyes widening at her own words. She’d pick you up?? It’d be the two of y’all in a car, alone, just you two?? She couldn’t even think straight. She was about to take it back before you responded;

OK! thx a lot! <3

She was done for. There was no way she could put you in her car. That’d be too nerve wracking for her. What if you hated the way the smell of weed lingered in the back? The amount of stains on her seats from spilling her takeout, or the sticky notes with drawings of you and her hidden in her glove compartment?? ‘It’ll be ok it’ll be ok..’ Was all she could repeat in her head as she went to go get her keys.

. . .

“Get in-.” Her voice came out harsher than expected, her brows furrowing at her mistake as she looked away. She didn’t mean to seem mean, but she didn’t know how to express herself. “..Sorry for the mess.” You looked around the car as you buckled up and that shit sparkled. It shined in the sun and you swore you could see your reflection on the glove compartment. Despite that, the car was a little old and run down, but it had its own charm to it. Ellie bought a new air freshener and even sprayed some of her cologne to hide the scent of weed. She really hoped it worked.

She eyed you, her hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter before starting the car. Geez you were so damn pretty. Everything about you was so enticing to her. “Oh uh- you can play uhm.. Music on my speaker.” As you scrolled through her CD’s, you gasped, pointing at a certain one. 

“You listen to Iron Maiden too-??”

“You know Iron Maiden??”

“Why’d you say it like that-?”

“I dunno.. Just thought you’d be into pop songs or some shit..” She glanced at you, noticing your expression. You looked confused — or at least she thought you did (she couldn’t really read it)  —  and she cleared her throat. The last thing she wanted to do was turn you off, if you were even enjoying her company in the first place.

The two of you sat in the car as the heavy metal blasted, the bass making the windows vibrate. She took occasional glances towards you. She didn’t mean to, but she couldn’t help it. No matter what she was doing, she always ended up going back to you. Despite the screaming from the speaker, it seemed silent. She seemed obligated to talk, to entertain you, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The more she thought of it the tighter she gripped the wheel, her knuckles turning white and her palms sweating.

“..Your boyfriend won’t like- shoot me in the head right?”

“What-?”

“Cause I’m taking you out to eat with me ‘n my friends.?”

“Oh- No he’s- uhm, not like that. Promise-!” You hesitate, “...Hopefully.” Was all you could mumble under your breath, making Ellie all the more antsy. She hated your boyfriend. Loathed him even. She wished he was gone every time you crossed her mind. If he was gone she could just take you right now and-

“Is that it?” Your voice broke her thoughts, pointing at a retro themed burger place. It looked like a place where people would call you a slur if you even breathed in near it, but it was charming in its own little way. “Yup, in all its oily glory..” She went to park, before glancing around. “That’s weird.. Dina and Jesse aren’t here yet-.”

“It’s ok, we can wait-!” You smiled, your optimism making her chuckle. “Yeah, we can.” She rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at her phone every now and then.

. . .

It’d been half an hour now. No sign of Jesse and Dina. The two of you were growing a little worried, Ellie more frustrated. She didn’t know why they had dipped or just left y’all there. She was just hoping it wasn’t one of their little pranks again. Suddenly a ding from Ellie’s phone;

 SRRY!! We’ll b a lil late,,, be there in a sec! ETA is 30 minutes, stuck in traficc **traffic Go in n get a seat alrdy! Dont get 2 handsy ;))

 Ellie bit her lip, rolling her eyes before shoving her phone in her pocket and looking back at you. “They said they’re gonna be a little late, but we can go in and get our seats.”

“Oh uh- ok!” You smiled, following her into the diner. Inside was your colorful reds and blues, the waitresses even on rollerskates as they glided past y’all. The two of you took your seats and began to order.

Ellie knew she should say something, her hands sweating. Unknowing to her, you were thinking the same. “I really like your tattoo.” You spoke, still looking at the menu. She glanced down at her arm, smiling shyly. “Uh thanks- I uhm.. Like your hair.” She was awkward but she meant well and you knew that. But God on her it was so attractive.

The waiter came and went and then it was awkward silence again. You fiddled with the straw of your drink, biting it silently and Ellie glanced up at you every now and then. “..I’m sorry dude, I dunno where they are..” 

“It’s ok-!” You reassured her, smiling softly. Sure it was awkward, but you were with her. So it was always gonna be ok. “..How’s science going?” She tilted her head, not knowing what else to talk about before you sighed. “Do you really wanna talk ‘bout school r’now?” 

“You’re right- uh- Sorry-. Uhm… You like comics.?” 

“Girl, yes!” 

You noticed a few things about Ellie as you two started to talk a little more. The way she looked down and sucked in a breath whenever she grew a little awkward, the way she licked her lips as she waited for you to finish talking, her fingers tapping the table every now and then. She noticed things about you too. The way you smile when you talk about something you like, your hands speaking with you — almost exaggerating your words. The way you tuck the same strand behind your ear because it keeps coming back. It was cute. You’re cute. And she couldn’t get enough of you.

Suddenly, the ring of a phone. At first Ellie thought it was hers, but you picked up your phone and saw your boyfriend calling. Ellie rolled her eyes, you sucked in a breath. Neither of you really liked him. You were gonna break up with him sooner or later. You picked it up, sighing.

“Yea-”

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Hanging out with a frie-”

“What?? I’ve been texting you! Who’s this friend?! Are you hanging out with a guy? Did you tell him about me?”

“Yeah, I’ve told her about you.”

Then silence. He was quiet before speaking again. “Call me when you get home.” And he hung up. Both you and Ellie locked eyes, before the two of you laughed. “Yikes, he sounds like my dad.”  Her smile was so pretty. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. The longer you looked at her, the more your palms seemed to sweat. Why did she make you so nervous? Why did you want to hear her voice say your name, compliment you, or feel her knees near yours under the table, or her hands-

“It’s getting late..” Ellie mumbled as she went to pay the bill. You quickly grabbed it, pulling out your wallet and she just snatched it back.

“Fine, I’ll just pay next time.” 

Ellie’s heart stammered a bit. “Next time??” 

“Yeah, next time!”

“..Fine.”

. . .

The drive back home was fun. Iron Maiden turned down as you two laughed and shared stories. You two were really warming up to each other now. “Dude I turned around, and his glittery pink thong was in my face. Are you kidding me!!”

“What?? Maybe he just wanted to feel the sparkle.” She said as she turned the corner.

“It was my glittery thong he was wearing!”

“Ewww what the fuck!” 

As she pulled into your neighborhood, you glanced at Ellie and smiled. “Y’know Ellie, if you were a guy I’d date you.”

She paused, caught off guard. She felt flattered, but also disappointed and almost sad. “You wouldn’t date me if I was just- me? A woman, I mean.” Did you not swing that way? Would you ever? Or would you just hate her if you knew?

“..I dunno.”

The car was silent. You shouldn’t have opened your mouth. You didn’t know where you were going with that. Why’d you even say that? You broke the silence by getting your bag onto your shoulder, smiling awkwardly. “Uh- anyways uhm-.. G’night Ellie. Thanks again.”

“Goodnight.”

As you closed the door, she watched you go inside your house before driving off. Her mind was flooding, her heart pounding. She felt excited, yet scared and even a little discouraged. You didn’t know if you’d date her as a woman. Did you even ever think about it? Why’d you even bring it up?

That night, the both of you were in bed with the covers pulled over your heads with a groan. 

. . .

BONUS !!

Jesse and Dina were giggling with each other in Jesse’s car, high fiving. “They looked real happy in the diner.” Jesse started, taking a sip of his soda. The two had been in the parking lot of the place the entire time, just watching you two laugh and joke. “I know right!! I really do hope they get together.” Dina giggled, taking a fry and dipping it in Jesse’s ketchup.

“Me too.”

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thank y'all so much again, i'm sorry if this is bad </3

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guys i promise im working on awkward hellos across the room pinky promise

if yall have any ideas for anything u wanna see in the next chapter lmk!! currently running low on creativity, any help is appreciated <3

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hi!! can i be added to your tag list for your new series please??

GIRL YES!!

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౨ৎ⊹₊+ : awkward hellos across the room !!

: a stereotypical nerd ! ellie williams x popular ! reader

DISCLAIMER !!

because I really wanna practice my writing in this story, the chapters will take a lot longer to come out. I wanna make stories that people come back to and remember, so I'm actually gonna put effort into this one LOL

sorry in advance, and I hope you enjoy my mediocre writing <3

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chapter 2

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awkward hellos across the room 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: nerd ! Ellie Williams x popular ! reader PT. 1

inspired by teenage dirtbag by wheatus !! also i'm sosososo sorry if this is bad!! i'm fighting for creativity rn, i hope this wasn't weird or funky sounding urrrghghhh

Includes !! : a more stereotypical way of school like imagine 2000s movies iykwim, awkward nerd ellie hehe, popular reader, yayayay

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMER!

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Ellie Williams wasn’t your most popular student — at least, among the other kids. She’d always be drawing or stuck in a book about whatever science thing she was interested in at the moment. You on the other hand were well known around school. Walking down the halls, you’d hear person after person say hi, even kids you didn’t even know. 

To say Ellie liked you is an understatement. She adored you. Not in a creepy way, but in an ‘I need her so badly, but I’m too afraid to say something, so I’ll giggle over her from afar’ way. All 2 of her friends knew your name. Dina and her would talk about you over a smoke while Jesse just chimed in every now and then. 

All of which leading up to this night. Dina and Ellie were smoking as Jesse watched TV. Ellie was in shambles, wondering whether or not to talk to you. The two of you were acquainted, but she wanted more. She wanted to make you laugh, to know the real you. The only problem was that she didn’t know if you’d pity her, laugh at her, or react in another totally exaggerated way.

 “I’m telling you, you just gotta go up and talk to her, man.” Jesse chuckled, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the couch.

“El, the worst she can say is no-!” Dina laughed at Ellie’s rambling, who was now huffing out smoke and running a hand through her auburn hair.

“Or- Or look at me weirdly. Or never want to be near me. Or publicly embarrass me. Or-” Jesse cut her off, laughing and leaning forward as he rested his arms on his knees. “Look. You’re a cool person, she’s a cool person, you both would be perfect for each other. Me and her talked when we had study hall in the library. She seems like a sweet girl. She wouldn’t publicly embarrass you-!”

. . .

Chemistry was the easiest for Ellie, so she almost always finished. You were walking behind her to put back the goggles when you pointed at one of her doodles. “This is so cute!!” Your voice chimed, gushing over her lazy scribbles on the paper. Ellie looked up at you and mumbled out a thank you, smiling all stupid. She watched as you walked back to your desk, leaving her palms sweating.

At the end of class, you went up to talk to her again. “Ellie- uhm, I was just wondering if you could help me after school with my chemistry work? You’re always done first so uh..” 

Ellie was taken aback, her eyes locked on you. She stood there and fiddled with her bag before actually speaking, her voice a little strained. “Uh- yeah uhm- yeah I can help you after school- Is the- the library ok?” And with your nod, she smiled. “Okay- See you after school then-.”

She rushed to tell Dina, her palms sweaty and her mind racing.

. . .

She sat awkwardly at the table in front of you, doing her own homework as she waited for you to ask another question. It’d been an hour and a half since the two of you got here, and she still hadn’t gathered the courage to say anything.

“Hey Ellie,” Your voice broke the silence, and immediately Ellie’s head perked up to meet your gaze. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“The drawing earlier, who was it?” You tilted your head, fidgeting with your pencil. You didn’t want to make things awkward, but you just wanted to change the mood from strictly educational to friends chilling. If Ellie wanted.

“Oh uhm-” How the hell was she supposed to say it was you? That all over her papers were you, your eyes, your smile, the way your hair curled and complimented your face. “..A- uhm- She’s a character I saw in a comic-.” She stammered out as you nodded with an ‘Oooh.’

The more you two talked, the more she realized y'all had a lot more in common. You were more than the stereotypes usually stuck onto pretty girls in mini skirts and curled hair who were popular among people. You had your own niche tastes, and Ellie felt stupid for not considering the fact that you might've been a little weird like her too.

She also found out that your boyfriend's a dick. And even that's an understatement. Hell he even brought a gun to school. Of course, she was a little disappointed, but knowing you didn't like the way he acted anymore gave her a little hope. That didn't change the fact that she was scared of him. God, he'd kick her ass if he knew the truth.

A few kids walked past and whispered to each other, looking at Ellie before realizing she was with you. A few kids came up and said hi to you, leaving Ellie doodling in her sketchbook awkwardly waiting for them to leave. Other than that, the night was silent.

Once the two of y’all were done, you held your backpack straps tight and smiled at her. “Thank you for helping Ellie, do you think we could try studying together again? You really helped a ton!”

She rubbed the back of her neck as she mumbled out a thank you. “Ah.. It was nothing really-.. And yeah, we could do this again.” Hanging out with you tonight was already stressful enough. She didn’t know what to say, how to act, anything.

As you turned to walk away, her voice called out after you. She speed walked to you awkwardly, fiddling with her backpack straps once more. “Can- Can we uhm- Do you wanna like- Hang out sometime? I uh- know this good burger place that just opened- Me and my friends are gonna go but- but uh, you’re more than welcome to join us- If- if you want, y’know-.” 

Damn, why couldn’t she spit a single sentence out without jumbling her words?

Even after that mess of an invite, she was shocked to hear you say ‘yes.’ And so excitedly.

The two of you walked away feeling a little more accomplished.

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"You're not too much and you're not too little. You're you. And that's more than enough for me."

"What if you realize one day you want more?"

"That won't happen because you're everything I want."

i don't know what to do with this

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thinking about ellie williams ranting to you about her favorite character or something new she read about as you're preoccupied doing your own thing

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I see a lot of potential in your writing! To build upon it I think you should proofread afterwards and work on your grammar. Most of your sentences are not punctuated with capital letters at the beginning and it can be hard to keep reading, but the structure you have is well characterized and promising!! I say this with lots of love for your work I know it may come across as petty or mean, and I apologize.

AWW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR THIS!! i genuinely DESPISE grammar, but i'll keep working on it!! i also don't punctuate my sentences in the beginning as a stylistic choice, but since it's hard to read i'll definitely keep it in mind!! thank you again anon <3

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i love ellie williams ugh

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 4

nerdy loser!ellie x popular mean fem!reader

bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.

texting loser!ellie that you have nipple piercing in class 3

You were already home when you opened your conversation with her.

E:

i have to tell you something.

You frowned the second your eyes landed on it.

You were already curled into bed—fresh from the shower, hair damp against your neck, oversized shirt slouching soft over your thighs. The room was dim, lit only by the weak orange buzz of your fairy lights. That Friday exhaustion still clung to your bones, but none of it mattered.

You were settled. Cozy. Warm.

There was nothing better than the thought of spending the whole weekend like this—no plans, no noise. Just your room, your phone, and her.

Something about the message hit different. Not her usual caps-locked chaos or horny emoji spiral. Just plain. Sharp. Hanging in the air like a loaded pause.

You stared at it longer than you meant to, thumb hovering.

You:

heyyyy

yeah?

what is it

You watched the read receipt appear, vanish, then return—followed by the word Typing, then nothing, then Typing again, like she was wrestling with whatever it was she couldn’t quite say.

E:

nevermind lol it’s dumb

just had a brain moment

u ever think a thing and go wait no i’m actually insane?

that was me. carry on.

You stared and your frown lingered.

There was something in it. Something unfinished, like she’d swallowed the thought halfway. It pressed at your chest—not hard, but enough to make you pause.

You let it sit there and tapped your thumb slow against the screen.

You:

don’t do that

if it mattered to you, it’s not dumb.

A beat and you double texted her.

You:

but fine. i’ll stop bugging

just tell me when ur ready

even if it’s weird

i like weird

E:

okay but what if it was like “i was possessed by a sexy ghost” weird

or “i’ve been thinking about ur mouth for 5 days straight” weird

bc that’s the category i’m working in rn

You snorted, the knot in your chest loosening instantly.

You:

girl what

E:

this is ur fault.

ur criminally hot and i’m emotionally unstable.

i almost sent u a poem today and had to physically restrain myself

You:

wait u wrote me a poem???

E:

no one’s ever gonna see it

unless i die then u can publish it posthumously

You rolled onto your side, laughing into your pillow, smiling so hard it made your face ache.

You:

SO how was ur day, poet

other than spiraling over my mouth

did the tragic lesbian survive algebra?

E:

barely

i almost died. they tried to silence me.

i doodled boobs on my notes again. staying humble.

You:

u say that like it’s a coping mechanism

E:

it is. ur boobs specifically

You snorted again, tension bleeding out of you with every stupid message that followed.

You:

do u miss them ??

should i send u some again so u can cope better?

E:

don’t tempt me rn i’m weak and unsupervised

You:

so that’s a yes

E:

that’s an always

You bit your lip, grinning into your pillow like an idiot.

She was back to herself—unhinged and dramatic, talking about how her math teacher was probably a demon who fed on the dreams of students. Complete with all-caps outbursts and at least two conspiracy theories. You kept laughing. Kept typing.

Eventually, your thumbs started to cramp.

You:

i swear my thumbs are buff now bc of u

E:

hot

You:

everything i say u turn into gay

E:

it's given

You bit your lip. Your heart thumped—stupid and full.

You didn’t ask again about the message. You didn’t have to. Whatever she’d meant to say, she clearly couldn’t yet.

You stayed texting until your phone went warm in your palm, until your eyes stung from grinning too long. By the time you checked the clock, it was 3AM.

You didn’t mean to stay up that late, but that’s what always happened with her. The later it got, the more chaotic the messages became. If it wasn’t full-blown unhinged, it was weirdly horny. And if it wasn’t horny, it got accidentally deep—like two sleep-deprived idiots trying to figure out the meaning of life between memes and finger-smash typing.

You:

do u ever wonder what we’d be like if we met in real life?

or would we combust instantly?

You barely had time to brace for whatever ridiculous answer that would get when your phone buzzed again—this time from a different notification.

From Ellie.

You blinked at the name—Ellie, already saved in your phone—and still typed:

You:

who is this?

Ellie:

It’s Ellie. From school.

A faint smirk tugged at your lips.

You:

i know

Ellie:

Just wanted to let you know I’m starting the draft for our project. It’s nothing serious, just bullet points. I figured I’d organize ideas before Monday.

You stared at her message, already smiling.

You:

you couldn’t tell me that earlier in class??

Ellie:

I didn’t think of it until now.

Also I'm still awake, so.

You:

why r u still up anyway ?

Ellie:

I wanted to be productive while the ideas were still fresh.

You snorted.

You:

nerd.

Ellie:

Sure.

You paused, glancing at your other chat. E hadn’t replied yet. Your thumb hovered, tempted to double text.

But right before you did—

E:

sorry went blank for a sec i was picturing how u say my name in a whisper lol anyway what were we even talking about

You laughed out loud, the sound muffled into your pillow.

You:

do u want me dead

E:

yes but like sexily

Another buzz.

Ellie:

Let me know if you’d rather read the notes now or wait for Monday. Either way works.

You laid your phone on your chest for a second, staring at the ceiling. One of them wanted to die at your hands. The other was politely offering to share bullet points at 3AM.

And just like that—when you’re happy, when it’s fun—time moved stupidly fast.

The hallway pulsed with the usual Monday mess—shuffling sneakers, lockers clanging shut, someone already yelling, and of course, that one kid running like it’s a sport.

You felt obnoxiously good for a Monday. The kind of good that only came from two straight days of texting someone who made your brain feel like soda bubbles. You were still carrying a smile that hadn’t fully faded since 3AM.

You suddenly spotted Ellie.

Standing at her locker, blue flannel shrugged over her usual black tee, one side of her hair still sleep-creased. Headphones rested around her neck. She looked a little worn—like sleep hadn’t been a priority. Like someone who’d stayed up too late doing something they didn’t regret.

You didn’t stop walking. Just drifted right up beside her locker, leaned against the one next to it like you had all the time in the world.

She didn’t look at you at first—just shifted her books with one hand, nudging her sketchpad into place. Her fingers lingered at the edge of a notebook you knew too well now. The one she said she started drafting in.

Finally, a glance. Quick and dry.

Then a sigh.

You smirked at her reaction. Tilted your head like you were observing something mildly amusing.

“So,” you said. “How was your weekend?”

Ellie didn’t answer right away. Just reached deeper into the locker like she was debating throwing herself inside it.

“Quiet,” she said without looking at you.

You raised your brows. “That’s it?”

She shoved a pencil case into her bag and shut the locker with a dull thud. “What do you want me to say? I spent it drafting our project.”

You leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Mm. So productive.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t help it if you’re easily impressed.”

“Who said I was impressed?” you shot back, one brow raised. “I’m just asking.”

Ellie adjusted the strap of her guitar case on her shoulder, finally meeting your eyes. “Right. You’re just asking. Because you care deeply about how I spent my weekend.”

You shrugged, unfazed. “Maybe I do.”

That got you a blink. A pause. Her gaze flicked over your face—just for a second too long.

You smiled, all teeth.

“Wanna guess how I spent mine?”

Ellie didn’t say anything—just glanced away, too fast to be casual.

You tapped the locker with your knuckles, straightened up slowly. “See you in class, Williams.”

And with that, you walked off and didn’t look back.

But if you had, you might’ve caught the exact moment Ellie muttered under her breath—barely audible over the hallway noise.

“Jesus Christ.”

You slipped into your usual seat, still warm from your walk through the halls and encounter with Ellie. One of your friends tossed a lazy “hey,” but you barely glanced up—already pulling your phone out, screen lighting up with that soft blue glow.

You:

wakey wakey

i’m already in class

don’t blame me again if you end up being late, poet

Your grin was immediate. Unchecked. You bit it back behind your palm, thumbs still hovering when someone cleared their throat right beside you.

You looked up.

Ellie.

You didn’t hide your expression—still smiling like a dumbass, phone in hand.

“Yeah?” you asked, one brow raised.

She was holding out the notebook. The one she told you about. She didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Just—here,” she muttered, placing it down in front of you.

Your gaze dropped to the familiar cover, then back to her.

You smiled wider. “Thanks. I’ll look over it later.”

She nodded, quiet. “Cool.”

She turned without another word and made her way to her own seat. You tapped the corner of the notebook with your fingers, still smiling.

Your phone buzzed.

E:

why are u like this

i was gonna be late but now i’m getting up just to annoy u

also maybe to see what u look like in class all smug and pretty

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh.

You:

haha u wish

i wish u were my classmate for real tho

i can only think of many things 👀

E:

what things ??

You:

idk

maybe like… we’d be seatmates

and i wouldn’t wear any undies on purpose

Three dots appeared immediately. It vanished and came back again.

E:

ok well. i just flatlined in my desk chair.

thanks a lot

You:

just trying to motivate u to get to school on time

E:

I'M ALREADY AT SCHOOL BRUH

i am not responsible for the thoughts i’m having rn

You grinned, legs curled up in your chair, heart stupidly light.

You:

am i making u…?

right now?

Another pause.

Typing..

E:

ma’am this is a public institution

You:

answer the question :)

E:

let’s just say i’m sitting very still rn

and ur going to hell. congrats.

You bit back another grin so hard your cheeks hurt.

You:

worth it.

E:

i hate u

Your thumb hovered over the screen, still smiling like a complete idiot as the bell rang.

You:

ur really gonna hate me when i say

i’m not even wearing a bra rn

E:

YOU’RE A MENACE

i hope you’re proud of yourself for what you're doing to me

You:

just a little

E:

really huh

if i were ur seatmate

i’d sit too close

thighs touching, shoulder to shoulder

and i’d keep dropping my pen just to bend down and grab it

and yk

You:

AND I KNOW WHAT?

GO ON I BEG U

okay actually u don’t need to

because i already am..

E:

good.

that’s what you deserve.

you wanna play? let’s play.

You:

worth it again

every damn single time

Your phone buzzed again, and you bit back another grin.

E:

UR INSANE

You:

okay well tytl nerd

class starts

but thank u i guess for giving me something to think about while i touch myself tonight

or maybe right after this class ;)

Time blurred.

Class, lunch, class again—standard Monday drag. Nothing special. Just the usual shuffle between subjects and half-awake conversations that barely counted as human interaction.

Now, you were in the library for your last period. Final class of the day. The room was quiet in that stiff, almost sacred way libraries get—like if you breathed too loud, someone would smite you.

Ms. Alvarez, who walked in balancing a thick binder and a tired expression. She barely made it past the first five minutes before clearing her throat and announcing, “Alright, class. I have a faculty meeting in ten. You’re allowed to continue working on your project in pairs, but you must stay in the classroom or within school premises. No one leaves early. Understood?”

You were sitting across from Ellie. She was fully immersed in whatever she was typing on her laptop—jaw tight, brows drawn, fingers moving like she was coding national security protocols instead of organizing character arcs.

You tried to match her energy for a grand total of three minutes before your attention span gave out completely.

Your gaze dropped to the window. From the second-floor view, you could see a couple of students loitering around the quad, stretched out across benches and grass. Someone was dramatically eating a banana. You didn’t know why that annoyed you.

Without thinking, you reached for your phone.

One unread message.

E:

WHAT THE FUCK

IF UR GOING TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN CLASS AT LEAST LET ME WATCH

FOR COMPENSATION

jk

but yes?

You bit your lip hard—so hard it almost hurt—not wanting to smile in front of Ellie. You slipped the phone away like it burned, then reached toward her side of the table.

She didn’t look up when you slid her notebook over, flipping straight to the page.

Possible Story Structure – v1.0

You stared at it for a beat. Then made a face.

“This is so boring,” you muttered.

Ellie kept typing. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious. This is criminal. Look at this—no dramatic kisses? No one cries? This is actual villain behavior.”

“They’re just notes,” she said without looking up.

“They’re rules. And they suck.”

“They’re guidelines,” she corrected, finally glancing your way. “And they exist because someone—you—suggested glitter-induced closet sex as a turning point.”

“And yet, you wrote it down.”

Ellie sighed through her nose. “So you’d shut up.”

You jabbed your pen at the “Maybe a forehead touch??” line. “This. Right here. What is this. This is loser behavior.”

“It’s called restraint.”

You let out the fakest gasp imaginable. “Loser and pretentious.”

Ellie leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. “You want them crying in the rain after a juice box incident.”

“Because that’s real storytelling, Ellie.”

“You literally renamed the central conflict The Tragic Juice Box Betrayal of 7th Grade.”

“It was a betrayal. And it was orange. It stained. It’s metaphorical. You just don't understand.”

You were staring back at each other.

You leaned forward just a little. “Also, I know you sketched the supply closet scene in the margin of your algebra notebook.”

“That was a box,” she said flatly. “It was a literal box.”

“Sure,” you said, unconvinced.

Ellie pinched the bridge of her nose like she was trying to summon patience from another plane of existence.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“You’re just repressed.”

She blinked. “Says the girl blushing at her phone two minutes ago.”

You froze.

Ellie tilted her head, a little too smug. “Hmm?”

You cleared your throat. “That’s classified.”

She smirked—barely. “Suspicious.”

You slid the notebook back toward her. “Fix your outline before I submit a new draft with a title you won't really like.”

She rolled her eyes casually, shaking her head as she went back to her laptop.

You leaned back in your chair—annoyed, stretching a little before grabbing your phone again—this time not even pretending to be sneaky about it.

Ellie didn’t look up, but you could feel her noticing.

You opened your chat with E, thumb already moving.

You:

i’m literally sitting across from the most insufferable person alive

she’s so bossy and uptight and acts like she’s above dramatic plotlines

like okay sorry i want EMOTION in my fake scenarios??? sue me???

she actually said “restraint” like it was a flex. loser behavior actually.

You smirked, shot a glance up, then kept typing.

You:

also she keeps pretending she didn’t sketch the closet scene

it was OBVIOUSLY not just a box

You huffed quietly, shifting in your seat. Ellie was still typing—completely zoned in, not looking at you.

You looked back down at your screen.

You:

she’s doing that thing again

getting all serious like we’re submitting this to sundance

like relax. it’s two fictional lesbians and a tragic juice box. let me work.

You paused for a beat, then kept going.

You:

WHATEVER

idk. don’t wanna argue about it

i just wanna talk to you

remember what i said before about making out in the nonfiction aisle?

i’m here at the library ;)

i can imagine our kiss

HOT

i'll have you finger me 'till I cum and my legs shake

and we go back to class like nothing happened

You stared at the message for a second, then laughed under your breath and set your phone down on the table, face-down. You suddenly felt silly—teasing, sure, but also a little giddy. Like you were getting away with something. Especially with Ellie right in front of you, looking like the literal opposite of whatever that text had just suggested.

She was still focused. Still typing. Her MacBook open, her hand flicking her pen across the margins of her notebook. The light hit her rings again. She was chewing her bottom lip.

You grabbed your pen and started doodling in the corner of your notes. Hearts, stars, little lesbian stick figures making out beside bookshelves.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught something—Ellie’s posture had shifted. Her brow furrowed deeper, her eyes narrowed at the screen.

Then she bit her lip again, harder this time. Her hand came up, fingers scratching just above her eyebrow like she was trying to stay grounded. Her expression pinched for a second—like she was trying to keep her face neutral and failing.

You glanced out the window instead. Golden light, slow-moving clouds. You imagined E, imagined her standing on the other side of this table, all smirking confidence and chaos. You smiled to yourself, tapping your pen twice before reaching back for your phone.

Still no reply.

You frowned a little. Refreshed the app. Nothing.

Right then, Ellie stood up.

You looked up immediately. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t meet your eyes. Just grabbed the edge of her chair like she needed to move. “Getting a book,” she muttered, already walking.

You blinked, confused. “You already have like, four.”

She didn’t answer and just walked off. You watched her disappear down the aisle, your phone still in your hand.Still no message from E.

The empty screen felt louder than it should’ve.

A few minutes passed. Ellie didn’t come back.

You tapped your fingers once against the table, then got up, quietly making your way until the nonfiction aidle, farthest row in the back, where no one really went.

You found her there, tucked at the very end of the aisle, half-hidden behind the shelves. She was leaning slightly against them, phone in hand, her eyes fixed on the screen—expression unreadable, but her ears flushed just a little too pink to ignore.

She didn’t notice you right away.

But the second she did, she quickly lowered her phone and reached for a nearby book, flipping it open like she’d been studying the whole time.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

Instead, you glanced at the shelves around you, trying not to smile—because of course it had to be this aisle. The same one you’d texted E about, half-joking, half-not.

“What’s funny?” Ellie asked without looking up, now looking so serious.

“Nothing,” you said, too fast.

“Really?” Her tone was dry, eyes still on the page.

You grabbed a random book from the shelf and flipped it open. “I just remembered something.”

“Uh huh.” She said it flatly, like she didn’t buy it.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. But you didn’t answer her. Just turned another page, pretending to read.

Ellie shifted beside you, thumbing through her own book.

“What are you even doing in the nonfiction aisle?” you asked, still not looking up. “It’s not like we’re writing nonfiction.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Well, actually… sometimes good fiction pulls from nonfiction. Real stories. Background stuff. It makes things feel more grounded.”

You peeked over the edge of your book. “Okay, nerd.”

She shrugged. “Just saying.”

You didn’t respond, but your thoughts were anything but neutral.

Okay sorry I'm just here because I’ve been thinking about making out with someone against these shelves for three days straight.

You stared down at the page—something about memory and neural pathways—but none of it stuck.

Your mouth twitched into a grin again. E’s dumb chaotic message echoed in your head.

You couldn’t wait to talk to her again tonight.

You glanced up.

Ellie was still there, head tilted slightly, lips parted in concentration, bathed in soft afternoon light spilling through the high windows.

She looked unreal. Sharp in some ways. Gentle in others.

She wasn’t even trying. Her flannel sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her hair was half-messy like she’d forgotten to fix it after leaning against her hand too long. A strand curled near her cheek. Her rings caught the light again when she shifted the book. And her mouth—soft, slightly parted as she read—moved just a little when she wet her lips without thinking.

“Actually…” you started, voice light. “Can I ask you something?”

Ellie didn’t look up. “What?”

You waited a beat. “Have you ever thought about making out with someone in the library?”

That got her attention.

Her head lifted slowly, like she wasn’t sure she heard you right. “What?”

You grinned. Tilted your head. “I mean—have you ever thought about it? Like. Right here. This exact aisle.”

Ellie blinked once. “Do you mean making out with someone who’s… here in the library?”

Her voice had a weird edge. Something unreadable.

You scoffed, playful. “No. Just—like. Making out with someone in a library. Someone you like. A girl or whatever.”

She blinked again. Then scoffed lightly, like you’re ridiculous.

“No.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

She leaned her shoulder against the shelf. “Why would I make out with someone here?” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s the library.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, well—where would you bring them if you wanted to make out with them?”

That made her pause.

You watched her carefully.

She stared at you, then down at the book in your hands.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

You grinned. “That’s not an answer.”

She sighed and turned the page, trying to ignore you. “Not everyone makes out in public places, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said, shutting your book and letting it hang at your side. “But it’s fun to think about.”

She looked at you again.

“And you think about it a lot?” she asked, voice casual—but not quite.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I do.” You added, a smirk playing in your lips.

Ellie exhaled slowly, her eyes flicking up to your face—and lingering. You could almost feel her gaze pause on your mouth for a second too long.

Then she shook her head, barely, like she was trying to snap herself out of it.

Without another word, she turned and walked off, heading back toward your table with quick, quiet steps—like she needed to leave before she did something she’d regret.

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[mahalkitamully]

when a character is talking about someone they loved that passed away and they still use present tense because they're still in denial and using past tense makes it seem like they're gone

[mahalkitamully]

teenage dirtbag 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

: loser ! ellie williams x popular ! fem ! reader

kinda inspired by those early 2000s school movies rather than now iykwim!!

MEN DNI PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE !!

ー

loser ! ellie, who'd always watch you during class, drawing your features all over her sketchbook. sometimes, she'd doodle you on her homework without even realizing it. freaked out once you walked past and almost saw it. if you knew, she'd kill herself on the spot

loser ! ellie, who was too afraid to talk to you. instead, she'd be ranting to her friends about how pretty you were, or how good you smelled, or even how you glanced her way one time and smiled. even walking past you in the hallway made her cheeks grow hot.

"dude did you see her today? she's so fucking pretty holy shit." "el, if you don't just talk to her-" "no way! she's too cool and what if she doesn't even swing that way?? plus- she doesn't even know who i am and why would she give a damn about me??" "fuck, ellie you think too much."

loser ! ellie, who was scrolling through her playlist in class when you caught a glance. you didn't mean to, but you were just passing by.

"iron maiden-? that's so cool, i listen to em too!" "what- you do?"

loser ! ellie, who stood awkwardly by the wall at the school prom dina and jesse dragged her to. her eyes widened slightly as she saw you walking over, hand gripping her cup of soda a little harder.

"you won't believe what i got tickets to." "what?" "iron maiden! come with me friday- don't say maybe."

loser ! ellie, who stood with you at the prom night, ranting awkwardly about her favorite video game as you listened intently. the longer the two of you stayed together, the more relaxed ellie got. you were easy to talk to.

loser ! ellie, who ranted about the whole thing in her diary that night. page after page was about youー your voice, your smell, and even your eyesー accompanied by doodles of the two of you.

i can't think of what to write tulong help たすけて

[mahalkitamully]

can i have more pinoy mutuals thank u

[mahalkitamully]

sometimes i wish i had someone to romantically love. someone who'll cradle me in their arms, lips kissing my wrists and hands and telling me how much they love me for me. as a whole, not my body parts. someone who will see me for all that i am, rather than what i can offer. i wish i had true love, not true lust