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[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[seattlesellie]

hi angelll 🦋 I was wondering if you could write something about ellie having a dacryphilia kink, if not that’s okay I know it’s a little bit out there 🩵

not out there at all bb <3

ellie fucking loves in when you cry.

warnings: darcyphilia, public sex

fucking titanic. so cheesy, too.

little muffled soft sobs were escaping your mouth. sometimes watching a film in the theater made it feel… well, real. eyes locked on the screen, you couldnt help but feel pain. why did it have to happen to them? and that little old couple holding hands? and oh god - jack and rose were on that fucking door now too? youve watched that shit about a million times already, and it never failed to make you act like this. is the salty taste on your tongue from the buttery popcorn or from your flood of tears?

“mmph” you scrunched your nose, sniffling, trying to hold the snot inside.

and then there was ellie. munching on that popcorn, eyes focused on the screen, caressing your thigh, comforting you. did she just - hold in a giggle?

“s’not- not funny” you sniffled, josteled her, making her head bob.

“know its not, babe- just, so cute” she whispered, her lip curling into a sly smile. “so cute, youre so cute” she while smiling, and shoved another popcorn in her mouth.

“how are you not crying?!” you blurted out, utterly flabbergasted. how was she so calm about this? you could feel your own body trembling, tears clinging to your cheeks like pesky little irritants, and she didn't seem remotely fazed? It's rose and jack, for christs sake! theyre destined for a tragic end! not to mention the sinking ship, the countless lives at stake, and, oh my god, what if there were innocent animals aboard? what if there's a helpless puppy trapped in that chaos? that thought alone is just...

you let out a loud sob. what if?!

“shh… shh… gonna get us kicked out” she cooed, gently brushing away yet another warm tear from your cheek.

you turned your gaze back to the screen, desperately attempting to swallow the lump lodged in your throat. “els- cant not cry” you whimpered, followed by a sniffle and another plaintive whine.

ellie didnt turn her head back, however. ellie was staring at you, squinting her brows. ellie was supposed to watch the movie. but ellie had a different one playing in her head.

the way you uttered her name, a soft, pleading whine, oh… the way that sweet voice made her feel. your words spun her mind in dizzying circles.. “els… too tight” sniffle. she almost heard it echoing in her head. “hurting me, els” oh god. “s’too much ellie…” shit. she felt like she was writing a script. jack and rose didnt have shit on her.

she gulped. you didnt notice.

her left hand reached out to caress the dampness you had left upon her shoulder. she lightly pinched the fabric, witnessing a small droplet of moisture emerge, wetting her fingertip.

she was sick.

she shifted in her sit, slid off it slightly, and started shaking her leg.

focus on the movie, ellie. theres people around.

it was suddenly too hot, and her heart was beating too fast. why did she… like this? why did those tears, why did those whines… why were her boxers feeling tighter on her body?

she cleared her throat silently. eyes on the screen, ellie.

“hug me ellie” you whined.

can you stop fucking whining?

“of course” she whispered, and shifted to get closer. she wiped a tear from your eye. she wasnt laughing now. “put your head on my chest” she commanded. stay close right there, right there.

your tears continued to flow unabated. a wet patch had formed on her white tank top, marking the spot where your emotions had spilled over. one of your tears trickled down her chest, forging a path akin to a meandering river.

she felt like scratching herself. like slapping herself in the face. she listened to your soft breaths, and occasional sniffs.

she wondered if she could make you cry like that. wondered if youd sniff like that, if youd whine like that, when she was buried deep inside. could she circle your little clit with her thumb? and then could she wipe that tear off your cheek - with that same finger?

she gulped again. it was way too uncomfortable now, and why did you have to wear that top? why did you have to bring her here? why did your whines sound so cute, and why did she need to touch you right now and be the only reason for your tears?

fuck rose and jack. and fuck that ship.

her hand was still resting on your thigh. but it was moving now, ever so slightly, caressing it. she wanted to push it, push your buttons. she traced little circles on your thigh, and pretended to watch the flick playing on the screen.

her hand climbed futher up, and she was observing you intently from the corner of her eye.

your breath hitched up. “tickles” you murmured, in between sniffles.

“sorry” she whispered. she wasnt.

“you really are cute, though” she smirked.

every time she talked - its like you missed a scene. what if jack just died? what it he died and then your girlfriend called you cute and now you missed it?

“watch the movie, ellie” you warned.

like you could ever fucking warn her.

“m’watching it” she responded. “watching the movie.” if you were the movie you referred to, yeah, she was watching.

she planted a little kiss on your cheek. the old man sitting besides you sniffed. oh man, was he crying? the thought triggered yet another tear to cascade down your face. it felt as if someone had left a faucet running, the tears flowing without restraint.

her hand was caressing higher on your thigh now, and she squished the fat on the side. it almost hurt. ellie was wheezing now, she tried to hold her breath, but she couldnt.

she cupped your cunt, without warning.

shit.

her gaze adverted to the people sitting on the sits next to you. she was checking if theyd notice if she fucked you with her fingers right now.

the sudden contact made you jump. her hand was so warm, and it somehow managed to press right on your clit, and it tickled, but it felt so so good… but jack- but oh, ellie.

“what are you doing?” you whispered frantically. the lady sitting next to you cleared her throat. you didnt really whisper, apparently.

“i told you… youre cute” ellie whispered into your ear, her warm breath gently caressing your skin.

“and i like it when you cry”

oh.

you didnt respond. was the movie still rolling? your cheeks were still wet. your breathing got heavier.

she caressed your cunt through your jeans, and crossed her legs. she needed her own type of friction, too. her index finger went up and down the hem of the jeans located right on your clit. she was teasing it, pressing slightly. you spread your legs, involuntarily, almost. you looked at her with this look, it was filled with doubt, but god did you look needy, and pathetic, eyes glistening and cheeks burning. it drove her crazy.

“dont look at me, look at the screen” she commanded, brought her hand to your chin, pinched it and forced your face to shift towards the screen again. you tried to, tried to fixate on the moving characters, but fuck - it felt too good, and you needed more.

“gonna fuck you right here, gonna give you a real reason to cry, yeah?” she whispered, and you shivered. her pupils were blown out. for all she knew the movie was over and the credits rolled up. for all she knew a mall cop was standing right in front of you, she didnt really give a fuck.

“mm- yeah?” you whimpered, and slapped your hand on your mouth. fuck, you needed to stay quiet. this could definitely put you on a list.

ellie took the popcorn container and placed it on your crotch.

“shut up” she whispered in your ear, making you moan a string of curse words.

she shifted her eyes towards the screen, and pretended to watch.

her hand skillfully opened the button of your jeans, and fuck, you were shaking.

she played with the band of your panties with her veiny hand, gave it a twist and started pulling it up. it was grazing over your clit so good. you held back a moan, eyes rolling back.

your heart was beating so fast. what if people saw? what if-

ellie let go of your panties, and slid her hand right in. god, you were soaking, and you didnt even notice. she chuckled. shed give you shit for it later. “how are you always so wet for me?” its like you could read her thoughts.

her middle finger played with your sleek, brushing it up and down so slowly. she wanted to fucking taste it. pull your pants down, and start licking your pussy in front of everyone, giving them a real good fucking show. your mind went blank. ellie, ellie, ellie. that was the name of the movie playing now.

she bit her knuckle. she fucking loved teasing you, but fuck did she need to put a finger in, fuck- did she need to feel how tight you swallow it in, how your hole just clenches, how it owns her, holding her locked inside.

she wanted to - but she couldnt. make her cry.

her finger merely grazed your tight hole, teasing it. she wouldnt go inside, absolutely not. she caressed it up and down, and side to side, and then almost, almost let it slip inside, but pulled back. your mouth was watering, you wanted to chase that climax - you felt like you could come right then and there, just from knowing, just from feeling her hand on your cunt. the noise that came out was disgusting, her hand was covered in your sweet juices, creating obscene squelching sounds.

you whimpered in your sit, and tried pushing your hips forward. if she didnt put it inside, you needed to feel at least something on your clit. she was purposely avoiding it. its like you were cockwarming her hand. “m’god” you gulped.

“yeah?” she whispered into your ear and cupped your cunt again, and you turned your needy gaze to her for just a second. her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were squinting, you could hear her heavy unsteady breaths.

you whimpered, and bit your lips so hard they bled slightly. keep fucking quiet, she told you to shut up.

with her hand cupping your cunt, she began moving it up and down, grabbing your entire pussy with her hand. the popcorn container moved with it, bobbing up and down. fuck, thank god its dark.

she gave your clit a pinch, and it fucking hurt, but it felt so good, sending small jolts of pleasure to your body. she wouldnt let it go, just pinched it, and then released, and pinched it again. you needed to cum so bad, you almost cried. “m’ellie… ellie” you whispered while moaning her name, chanting it like a prayer. almost there, almost exploded all over her warm hand,

its like she read your mind. “dont cum” she whispered in your ear, making you let out a muffled moan.

you nodded your head frantically, trying to swallow the moans threatening to leave your mouth.

a tear formed in your eye. you needed it so bad.

she formed circles with her cupped hand again. you could feel everything. you took your sweater covered hand and bit it down.

she was panting in her sit.

“thats it” she whispered in your ear, and pinched your pussy lips together, so swollen, so pathetic.

the hot tear came down so fast, dropping on your cheek, and then sledding down on your neck, on your chest now.

“cry about it” she commanded, whispering in your ear, trying to hold back her own sounds of pleasure.

so you did.

[satellitespinner]

🂱 GET HER BACK ! (02)

content warnings: SHIT GETS JUICY. we attend the club!!! so much yet so little happens. a TAD of writing at the end because i’m messy✨ mentions of sex, ellie and reader are toxic, ellie is a DOUCHEEEEE. swearing (obvi) angsty (just a tad) lmk if there’s anything else bbs !

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your moans echo through ellie’s room as she watches the video of you and abby over and over. she knew it was wrong but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the screen. it must’ve been sent from abby’s number because eden went and blocked yours.

the more she watches the angrier she gets. light bruises that she left there still linger between your thighs. how fucked is that. thoughts of revenge, guilt and anger swarm her mind.

two can play at that game.

[elsweetheart]

hey bb it me 😽

i think seeing dealer!ellie react to her gf unknowingly getting into a batch of weed brownies she made would be a fun prompt for u to write also i think she would b so sweet n take care of her heheheeheh

hi frankie pankie 🌸

here it is!!! srry it’s a little short :(

bad batch.

🎀 tw: weed, getting too high, general discomfort idk

you were a simple girl, you saw brownies— you ate them.

ellie was having a boring day, she had been catching up on a shit load of work that she was late in handing in having spent the weekend partying (for business purposes, of course.) and all she wanted to do was come home to her sweet girlfriend who she had told to let herself into her dorm. she opened the door to her room, stopping in her tracks when she saw you clearing off a brownie she had left in a tupperware box on her desk.

“oh shit.”

you turned to her with a smile, happy that she was back and screwing your nose up slightly. “ellie no offence but these brownies suck, like they taste weird.” you giggled slightly, tracking her with your eyes as she dropped her bag in the doorway with her mouth agape, walking over to the desk.

“babe, how many did you have?” she asked urgently and your smile dropped, wondering if she was saving it for herself and you’d been greedy. “just this one…”

“okay, um, so that’s an edible— babe. i would have given you like… maybe a quarter of that.” she edged herself down on the bed. right now was crucial, she knew it was gonna hit you hard and panicking you was gonna make things so much worse, so she had to be calm.

“what?” your eyes widened, and she wasn’t sure if it were the lighting but for a moment she swore your skin turned two shades paler like it would in the dead of winter. “no, no— ellie i don’t wanna—” she sensed your panic and she came over to where you sat, kneeling in front of you.

“hey, s’gonna be fine. we’re gonna get you some food, gonna put on a funny movie, we’re just gonna chill. it’s only scary if you’re scared, you know.” she smiled, her thumbs wiping over your knuckles. you let out a nervous breath, nodding. “‘kay, ellie.”

it had been 45 minutes and there’d been nothing. you were starting to think ellie’s supplier had given her fakes, leaning against her as the two of you giggled at the stupid scene in the disney movie. it appeared that ellie stopped giggling, but you were still going. everything became funny, and soon you were clutching her laughing.

“alright now loser, wasn’t that funny.” she chuckled back, before her eyes widened slightly realising that it was hitting you. “oh. okay.”

she leant across from you for her water bottle, uncapping it for you as you continued cackling against her. “hey, look what i got. waaater.” she whispered, as if it were the most important and expensive item in the world. you looked up at her finally in the low light, eyes blows out and glossy and your mouth made a small ‘o’ shape, entranced. “water.” you repeat and she nodded, bringing it towards your lips. “sip, do not chug it you hear me?” she commanded light heartedly and you did, taking minuscule sips. “atta girl.”

it was fine, you felt a normal amount of high for a while — but it seemed to continue to climb. the disney song playing out on the screen had seemed to be on a loop for an hour — a manic blur of bright colours and happy faces. ellie watched you from the side, feeling a little guilty at how amused she was at your engagement. “s’the movie good, baby?” she suppressed her chuckle. you slowly dragged your eyes away from the screen, reaction delayed and stared up at ellie.

“everything is… moving so much.” you closed your eyes, brows creasing as you lay against her.

“you feelin’ okay, bug?” she sounded sympathetic this time.

“j’s wanna be normal now.” you moaned into her, feeling a little motion sickness from her swaying her so slightly.

“i know, babe. you will be normal soon. well, as normal as you can be.” she added in a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood. you didn’t find it funny however, so she distracted from the moment. “how’d you feel about pizza right now?”

[abbyslev]

𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴- 𝑨𝑶𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑺 + 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬

A/N: hey angels! i changed my theme, im feeling productive. for all my TLOU2 fans, i have some ellie stuff coming your way. anyway, thank you all for reading and i hope you enjoy!

HANGE

Hange wakes up really early even though they literally get an hour of sleep??

They always make you coffee and leave it on your side table while getting dressed

They turn on the big light to mess with you

They put on their pants in a rush for no reason and end up falling

They put on their dress shirt and just slip on a tie before jumping into your shared bed

Wakes you up with kisses ofc

You're in the shower as hange drinks their coffee on the counter, talking to you and drawing on the foggy mirror

Continues to ramble as you brush your teeth and get ready for the day

You sit on the counter and hange stands between your thighs as you brush their hair and do their skincare for them

Place their glasses on their face and give them a kiss before placing some chapstick on their lips

Bagels is the only thing hange will eat for breakfast smfh

You guys eat breakfast while talking about your plans for that day

You'll pack hanges lunch while they water all the plants

Hange stands at the door and gives you a million kisses

Will watch you drive off to work with the biggest grin ever

10/10 partner so pussywhipped 

ANNIE

Annie wakes up at 4

They workout for an hour before waking you up to shower with her

Skincare routines together!! You guys have one of those long counters with the big mirrors and two sinks

She loves to put an obnoxious amount of toothpaste on her toothbrush to mess with you 

Puts on some quiet music because she knows you're still waking up

Gets dressed and unties your shoes for you so they're ready for you <3

Doesn't believe in coffee so she'll have two protein shakes ready for breakfast

Meal preps so she has breakfast done and ready for you 

Packs both of your lunches and feeds the cat while you eat breakfast

Breakfast makes her nauseous so she only eats a bar and eats her lunch later

Will do your hair like you're 5 or something 

When  you finally wake up enough to talk she tells you about her clients 

She's a personal trainer <3

Checks your work bag and warms up your car for you 

Lots of “i love you’s” before you two part ways

So cute omg

MIKASA

Wakes up at 4 for her morning runs!!

Not before cuddling you before tho

You join her sometimes 

She also wakes you up to shower with her

She does your skincare and you do her makeup in return

She makes tea for herself and you coffee before you get ready

Will set her head on your shoulder and hug her arms around your waist while you brush your hair

She likes when you do your hair

Makes you button up her shirt <3

Has your outfit laid out and ready

Your breakfast is always light and literally so good

You'll pack her lunch and she gets her bags packed and ready to go

You feed the cats and mikasa stares in adoration 

Makes sure you're all okay and kisses your face a million times before sending you off to work

Messages you when you get to work to make sure you're ok

Literally an angel pls stop dont ever hurt bb mika

SASHA

This girl sleeps like a log

She's just like connie ong

You wake up and make her snickerdoodle latte with foam because she LOVES IT

Sasha hates morning showers so she just showers at night 

She thinks it “saves her time” even though it doesn't because she's late anyways

When she FINALLY wakes up she sits on the toilet and watches you get ready 

Bed head on x games mode 

Washes her face and makes you do her skincare 

“Can I have a kiss?” “gross sasha, brush your teeth first.” 

Considers breaking up with you 

She makes breakfast while you lay her outfit out 

“Do I have to get ready?” “yes bb” “:/”

Rushed getting dressed because she's hungry

She's a tattoo artist so she shows you all the drawings she had worked on the night prior 

Feeds pets and grabs your bags and puts them in the car

“Babe connie smoked in my  car :/” “welp”

You pack her many snacks and lunch for her and connie  for the day

Thanks you, kisses you, and drives off to work

Sashas a bb PLS I LOVE HER

YELENA

She sleeps like she died or something

You have to shake her to wake her up tbh

You wake up with her hand inside your shirt and on your titty 

“How'd that get there?” “WTF BABE!!! THAT WAS NOT ME!!!!”

Her bed hair is INSANE

She thinks coffee is pointless like MA'AM

Uses whatever skincare you use tbh

You brush her hair

Makes you button up her shirt while grabbing your ass the whole time

Eats breakfast like a dog

You pack the lunches while yelena makes important phone calls

Heated makeout before you go 

Simple routine ofc ofc

[elliezlils11utt]

Could you do some ellie fluff where the reader has autism?

a/n: hey love! 𐙚 I gotcu ! I did this in a headcannon format bc i couldn’t think of a plot. I hope you don’t mind bb !! ☆

‧₊˚🖇️ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

 ♡₊˚ i think it takes a while for ellie to get used to and understand your type of autism and will work to figure out how to care and love for you. she wants to make sure your comfortable all the time. 

♡₊˚ when your overstimulated, ellie will do everything in her power to calm you down. if you do non verbal she is most definitely silently figuring out the problem !! she will turn down the volume on the tv or music, dim the lights, change the temperature in the room if needed !! she js wants you to be comfortable!! and if you guys are in a public setting she will ask if you need to leave to cool down.

“hey my love, wanna get out of here?”

♡₊˚ speaking of going non verbal, ellie is the best at communicating with you when you go nonverbal. she’ll talk to you even if you don’t reply, ellie is a professional yapperrr !! she will continue to talk and make you feel comfortable. or sometimes she can read you, and figure out if you even want to be spoken to at that moment. if not she’ll js sit with u, on her phone, reading a book, watching a show. you guys will sit in comfortable silence if you don’t want to talk. 

♡₊˚ she’s js a sweetheart !! ^^she’s so precious and gentle with you !! she knows sometimes it’s hard to have conversations or maintain eye contact but she really don’t give two shits. she will yap away and smother you in love in a way she’s adapted to you. 💕

♡₊˚ when you want to talk about your special interests she will sit there and listen. watching your face light up as you explain small details about your hyperfixations. she loves listening to you. she loves watching you get excited over the small things. 

“oh yeah baby? tell me more”

“then what happened?”

“keep going im listening” 

(RAHH SHES SO PRECIOUS!!) 

‧₊˚🖇️ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

A/n: sorry this is short anon, I didn’t really know what to do for this! I only know so much about autism. I tried to fit into a lot of different categories of autism bc I know every autistic person is different! I hope this was good enough. I love you all babes !!💗

[thisismeracing]

bonnington-schumi kiddos 

pls include the bono-schumi mood board i sent ya over email in your response

ok i’ve mentioned them enough, lets dig into the bonnington-schumi kiddos

history has a funny way of repeating itself and for bon and mick it manifests in their kids birth order and gender

because much like when corrina had gina and mick, bon had her daughter first and son second. and both came out looking like two more schumacher clones to add to the collection 

but bon isn't complaining because how could she be mad when her two babies share those unmistakable blue eyes 

their first born is named: Eloise “Ellie” Suzanne Bonnington-Schumacher 

and their second born is: Mike “Mikey” Sebastian Bonnington-Schumacher 

imagine bon and mick introducing little ellie to susie in the hospital and when susie asks what her name is and bon goes “eloise suzanne” susie just melts because this little bundle of joy is named after her. 

and the same goes for sebastian when mikey is born 

the f1 crew just going though the cycle of watching another kid grow up in the paddock start up again with miss ellie. but this time it’s the kid of the original kid you watched grow up, and this time around there’s two of them because mikey is born a few years after 

and everyone jokes about how “oh ellie is going to be an engineer like her mama” and “oh mikey is a future f1 champ like his papa” 

but the opposite happens where ellie is the driver, and mikey is an engineer 

And imagine the timelapse of the headphones to protect their little ears and how they look so giant on them cause they’re so small, but give it a few years and now they look proportionate to their bodies 

(i feel like that would make a lot of people just so soft and heartbroken because their favorite little kids are growing up and so fast, like pls make it stop 😢) 

[also the people who watched bon grow up just get deja vu whenever they are interacting with ellie, because wow does she act just like bon when she was this age]

and best believe these two are championship babies. you can't tell me no on this one. 

When they announced they were pregnant with ellie, people both in real life and online are so quick to do the math on when she could’ve been conceived, and they all land on the fact she was conceived around the time of abu dhabi 

and after mikey is born, toto sits the both of them down and says “i love that the team is winning championships with mick, and i love the kids. but next time you two do it after winning a championship please for the love of god put a condom on. because two little kids are going to be enough with them running around the paddock.”

and mick is just mortified, while bon is laughing her ass off and she’s the one to reassure him that they wont be having anymore kids anytime soon

[i told myself i had to finish this before showering and i did! also it breached the second page of the google doc so quickly]

☕

skjgksdjg OMG I LOVED LOVED IT!!! <3<3

totally agree on mikey engineer and ellie driver!!! espec bc I think ellie is more of a social butterfly while mikey is a bit shy like mick, he's funny and friendly, but usually he'll only talk if you talk to him first (the paddock experience helps it a little with this, but he keeps a bit of the shyness, its so cute and bb loves it bc he's such a momma's boy - its makes up for ellie being dada's girl)

adding more: ellie's first word will be angie while mikey's will probably be something from bb's work because she'll work with him on her hips sometimes so his big blue eyes are always watching the engineers go around and listening to everything, she'll only connect the dots bc he says it right after a meeting (to which he was silent throughout it all, only munching on a pencil and grabbing things from the table to curiously analyse)

[wordsofvelvet]

PHBC Deleted Scene: Chapter 7

The idea was Red slipped after theyd gone to bed and Chloe wakes up.

/////////////

Chloe felt incredibly disappointed when she woke up in the middle of the night to find the other side of her bed empty.

After she’d brought Red back to her place, she had set the girl up with a shower and loaned her some pajamas while she made them a nice home cooked meal that Red had scarfed down so quickly Chloe had been worried the girl was going to choke.

Afterwards of course Chloe had made good on her promise and the redhead got to happily munch away on some cookies while Chloe decided they should watch a movie.

She’d put on something random that they hardly paid attention to as they chatted and cracked jokes about what was on the screen throughout its duration, and then Chloe had worked on some homework while Red had borrowed a pen and some paper to spend some time sketching.

Chloe was blown away by the girl’s talent and was ecstatic when the redhead told her she could keep her drawings, making the redhead blush yet again.

Eventually it got late enough for Chloe to convince Red to stay the night and they two climbed into Chloe’s bed where they both were able to drift off into sleep pretty quickly.

Now she was frowning through the dark as her hand ran across the now cold surface of where Red had been laying and as she worried about whether or not the rebel was staying warm.

She froze when she heard some soft rustling coming from her living room.

Warily, the bluenette crept across her room and down the hall towards the sound and peaked her head around the corner to finally sigh in relief when she spotted the messy head or red hair behind the couch.

“Red? What are you doing?” The girl turned her head and even through the dark room with only the soft glow of city lights bleeding through the curtains, she was instantly able to recognize the innocent look in her wide gaze.

“Bluey!” The girl exclaimed happily as the taller girl came closer, walking around her couch to finally see what the girl had in her lap.

It was her notebook that held her homework that she’d finished last night. The girl had the same pen she’d been drawing with the night before clenched in her fist as she scribbled across the open pages of her work.

Chloe ran her hands through her own hair as she took a calming breath and reminded herself that the girl didn’t currently know any better and thus, she couldn’t get mad.

“Red honey, can I have that please?” She asked sweetly, gently taking the pen and notebook away from her as she noticed the pen marks that were now going up and down her arms as well. “Oh Sweetie, come here.”

After she set aside the other stuff she reached down and lifted the Little off the couch to carry her back into her room where she set her gently on the bed.

Red whined at being set down but Chloe gently shushed her telling her to stay put while she went into her bathroom to wet a washcloth with a little bit of soap and warm water before going back to the bed.

She pulled Red into her lap much to the girl’s delight and got to work carefully trying to wash the ink smudges off her skin without rubbing her arm raw.

“Red Sweetie, do you think you can tell me what you were doing out of bed? It’s really late for Littles to not be sleeping.”

“Red widdwe, sposed ta fin’ Bb.” The toddler slowly brought up her hand that Chloe wasn’t actively working on cleaning to stick her fingers in her mouth as she watched the rag that was wiping at her other arm.

“Oh honey, Bb wants you to go to her when you're Little because it’s not safe for a Little outside on the streets, but you’re safe here with me, so I think she’d rather you stay put if you're Little and already with me or Ella, does that make sense?”

The blank stare she gave Chloe told the bluenette that she didn’t understand.

“Okay how can I put this… Sweetheart being with Bb, Elly, or Bluey is safe, but leaving on your own when Little is not. If you want your Bb I can take you to her, but you shouldn’t be wandering off on your own. Do you understand?” She finished with her first arm and moved to clean the second one, finding it slightly more difficult to do while the toddler had her fingers in her mouth.

“Red s’ay wif Bluey?”

[toooldtotobedoingthis]

So I fell into TL0U fandom a month ago, and hyperfixed HARD. I fell in via fanfiction and have no plans to watch the show or play the game. (I don't do horror in a visual medium) But the fics hit my love of stories about Dads and Daughters hard. So hyperfixation.

But the one way TLOU fandom has let me down big time is the unfathomable lack of Speaks To The Dead fic. Specifically Ellie Speaks to the Dead fic.

* Just imagine a tiny BB Ellie growing up in FEDRA with a mother no one else can see popping in randomly to tell her she was wanted and loved.

* A Mom who tries to help her avoid the more dangerous guards and carers, but also cheers on her sass because Anna knows Ellie needs her spirit to survive this world.

* Ellie can't hear a lot of what Marlene is saying to her over the sound of her Mom screaming at Marlene for breaking her promise."What the fuck Marlene? Dumping her at FEDRA is keeping her safe? This is why I got detention in 9ᵗʰ Grade, so you could turn around and pretend my kid doesn't exist until she's useful to you. I'm really regretting that time I kneed Simon Anstey in the balls for you."

* Ellie befriending Sarah, even as Joel is a dick to her. Sarah egging her on when Ellie sasses Joel, because Sarah knows it's good for Joel. (Much later, before Ellie is willing to admit to herself she wishes Joel could be her Dad, she is willing to admit to herself she wishes Sarah could be her sister)

I am very disappointed TL0U fandom.

(I am normally a proponent of write what you want to read, but I really don't want to be that bitch that writes in a fandom without having seen or played the source material, and I don't think gif sets are going to cut it.)

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

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Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

A Date With Destiny: You are a boss lady in the tech industry travelling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/641160701485907969/a-date-with-destiny-m

Strip Lawyer: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/707124480570490880/strip-lawyer-m

Adore: What's the worst that can happen when you go to your favorite local drive-thru coffee shack? I'm glad you asked. A lot. A lot can happen. https://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/697973958002327552/adore?source=shareBoohttps://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/699599856704061440/boo?source=share What Now?: For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they? https://theharrowing.tumblr.com/post/711375653144084480/what-now

Sea: A chance encounter, or a twist of fate? https://www.wattpad.com/1264268562-sea-~-part-1 Dark Tide: It is one year on from her chance meeting with Jungkook on the Goseong coast, and the last thing she expected was that they would meet again in Seoul. https://www.wattpad.com/1364231203-dark-tide-author%27s-notes Bittersweet: Ellie is at a party with her friends when they give her her crushes phone number. Saying she'll never talk to him, she refuses it. Though, the alcohol she's been drinking gives her a boost of confidence. But when she dials the wrong number and ends up calling Jeon Jungkook, things spiral out of control. https://www.wattpad.com/739872382-bittersweet-%C2%BB-j-jk-%E2%9C%93-1-hello Esta Danada: Life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible. https://aquagustd.tumblr.com/post/666143278078558208/est%C3%A1-da%C3%B1ada-jjk Last Call: Jeon Jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. Everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you. https://xjoonchildx.tumblr.com/post/621953156746706944/last-call-jjk-x-reader Netflix & Chill:  If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/620748965092212736/netflix-chill

[celestie0]

hallooo ellie!!!

hope u are doing great! I’ve been wondering how would kickoff gojo propose to reader for prom?? I’ve been seeing those promposals on tiktok and they get me more sappy like 🥹🥹

—Frank ocean anon

hiii bb <33 AW promposals r sooo cute i never had one so whenever i watch them i live thru them vicariously 💀💀💀

but also i wonder if kickoff couple would’ve been friends or in a relationship in high school 🤔 like yknow when couples speculate on if they would’ve been in eachother’s type back then hahaha

this video is honestly how kickoff gojo would prompose 😭😭😭

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Compilations Masterlist

I make these compilations for fun and to share my weird sense of humour, it's a bonus that I get to share the joy with you guys! If you enjoy these compilations, please do reblog. Friendly discussion is very much encouraged 💛

Compilations are categorised by theme and/or character under the cut:

Polls masterlist

Javier Peña Outfit Archive

Pedro boys

Driving + misc. kinks

Pedro boys yelling - ranked by intensity

Pedro boys grimed up

Pedro boys in light blue

Pedro boys answering the phone with their surname

Pedro boys facial hair matrix

Shoulders/arms/waist ratio

Pedro boys hair matrix

How long will Pedro boys survive a zombie apocalypse?

Pedro boys chattiness matrix

Pedro boys fashion matrix

Pedro boys colour matrix

Pedro boys tattoos

Ode to shoulder holsters

Pedro boys as Spice Girls (R)

Pedro boys in bed

Pedro boys being sassy AF

Pedro boys disrobed

Pedro boys smoker matrix

Pedro boys underwear matrix (R)

Pedro boys kissing

Pedro boys being broad AF: the Behind Collection

Pedro boys and watches

Bulge

Dave York’s bulge

Frankie’s bulge

Javier Peña’s bulge

Javier Peña’s bulge:Deep dive analysis

Javier Peña’s bulge: tac vest edition

Joel Miller’s bulge in motion

Dave York

Dave York’s bulge

Dave York v Dieter Bravo

Dieter Bravo

Dave York v Dieter Bravo

Frankie Morales

Frankie Morales crossing his arms

Frankie’s watch

Frankie’s bulge

Javier Peña

Javier Peña’s Watch

Javier Peña’s bulge 

Deep dive analysis

Pink shirt BTS

Javier Peña on the office phone

Tim Rockford comparisons: bulletin board | interrogation

Javier Peña’s kisses

Javier Peña’s hair: all seasons face-off*

Slutty arm cross

Javier Peña and his massive...

Joel Miller

Al fresco lunch date daydream

Joel Miller presents: safer driving

This bitch casually showing off his core strength

Joel Miller: cowboy edition

TLOU v Prospect

Joel's hair before/after finding Ellie

Tim Rockford comparison

Young Joel supremacy

Joel Miller’s bulge in motion

Materialists

Comfort king

Tuxedo shirt

Take off that bow tie

Make him sweat

Pedro

Love the PJs era for bb gurl

The duality: TLOU premiere

Pedro's interview quirks

Pedro in London

Met Gala 2023

Pedro Pascal explained

Misc.

Tim Rockford v The Rake

Polls are marked with *

Requests are marked with (R)

Note: I started making these compilations under my main blog @fuckyeahdindjarin, so some of the older posts are linked to that account.

[codename-adler]

🌻🌻🌻

woo! thank you bb!

PREPARE FOR LEVELS OF HYPERFIXATION.

does anybody remember that other ask i answered about wanting to do an aftg x tlou fic with Wymack as Joel and Neil as Ellie?

Yeah well. I’m still on that. So deeply, actually.

I’ve got pages of notes, casting, outline, etc. The playlist dump is currently 5h42 long.

I have rewritten the entire itinerary. I’ve never actually played the game, only watched playthroughs + watch the beloved HBO series of mine, but I think I made it work so it fits familiar places and characters from AFTG? Took me a whole day. And I’m not from the US! I’m very proud of what I worked out. I wanted to show the map I drew but the locations are on it and I’m not ready to spoil yet!

At the moment, I’m stressing over a musical piece that could replace Max Richter’s On the Nature of Daylight that played in episode 3 for Bill and Frank’s finale. To this day I cannot put into words the feeling that hit me when the first notes played out. This was my song. My favorite musical piece, my most beloved. And it was in tlou. For that scene. Absolutely nothing ever can top that.

I’ve got a few pieces in mind, but idk if i should stick with the original piece. If you’ve got any suggestions, i’d like to hear them! But don’t take it personally if I’m not convinced, I’m very picky… That’s on me.

As for the casting, I’m making… interesting choices? All I’ll say is, I’m having a lot of fun. I’m really, really indulging myself. Of course it won’t be fun later when I have to kill people, but later is later. For now we ball.

Haven’t got a title for y’all yet.

[rainandandy]

I’ve got comic con in a literal week and have literally only decided to do a lil rain carradine cosplay for it😨

I ordered a local shop to print my her T-shirt but they won’t have it done till Thursday, which is the day before I travel up to comic con 🙈 I have Nike low dunks black and white….. not reeboks bb 4000 ii mid (tho I got them ordered, and they might not here on time either 😞) so we improvising with the Nikes 🤷🏻

I got black cargo pants and I know she wears like baggy grey jeans tucked into her sneakers but I can’t find a pair of jeans that are that flexible so I’m going with the cargo ones because they baggy and they cuffed and I can tuck them into my Nikes…. It should be a look

I ordered her little red sweat band and my dad is helping me look for her bandage arm thing (we should have one in the first aid kit… if we could find it)

Hair wise, my hair is ever so slightly longer, a tad more Ellie from tlou rather than rain but I’ll mess it up a little and go from there. I gotta find a little vintage watch I can use but if not my good old reliable Apple Watch will suffice.

I’m not sure whether to distress my pants a little bit, I’m gonna have to mess with the T-shirt because it’s gonna be brand spanking new and it’s not going to be giving ✨alien✨

But yeah, any cosplay tips or rain costume additions that I haven’t mentioned please let me know…. No one will probably know who I’m going as BUT I WILL and that’s all that matters

[psychologeek]

Not-Yet-Written-Fics Game

So, uh, a month ago @byrambles has tagged me about it.

(of COURSE I started writing it, then got distracted, and only remembered now.)

Below are fics that I don't-currently-write (,which includes unwritten ideas, but also fics on hiatus.)

(feel free to tell me if you find something interesting, or you'd like to hear more about it. Who knows? It might give me serotonin and make me write it!)

Fandom: Batman, Superman, DP*DC

Batman

Sweet Dreams 3 - Keep Your Head Up (movin' on):

What happened in the Bad!verse before and after the kids were taken.

Include bb!Jay's background, Shadow, Quizlet, Renegade, and more.

Sweet Dreams 4 - Travel the World (and the multiverse):

the end of the series, in which some characters move between universes, others don't, some misunderstandings are solved and there's a lot of found family.

Baby Bird Search& Rescue (BBS&R) -

maybe, one day. I love the idea, I have some clever and funny scenes, but who knows?

Belonging - M/E rated, tw: csa, underage prostitution (mentioned) and LOTS of Trauma.

one day, things would get better for Timmy.

(When Jason attack the Titan's tower, the replacement doesn't fight back. Some things are not as they seem. This must be some mind game, right?

Right?

Or: a story of the in-between. What we remember (or don't), choosing to look away (or act), and a lot of trauma.)

maybe - part 2 of "17, 42" ? (Tim in a Tim loop)

He isn't the only one in the time loop.

(none of them know it.)

This is about to change.

DC (Superman)

We keep our love in a photograph (temp. name) - M for grief and death of (oc) children.

A character research of Martha Kent's character.

What kind of person takes in a baby alien and doesn't tell anybody?

How could they do that? What was the community's reaction to a surprise baby?

For that, we need to start 16 years earlier, on their wedding, and watch the pain and beauty in Martha and Jonathan's life and marriage.

(this fic contains a lot of minor characters' deaths, including death of children, dying kids, stillborn and miscarriages.)

Dp*DC:

Core Skills (chapter 9-12)

One day I'll get there. Things are just... not so well rn.

Lost& Found series

Lab Rat -

Jazz's parents found out about Danny. Few days later, she finds her brother bleeding in their lab.

This is the worst case scenario, and as they run for their (half)lives, she call the only person she can think of.

Jason, freshly named Red Hood, just wanted to beat up some sense into the Replacement (and get the clown killed).

He didn't expect a call from an old friend.

Not Broken (just bent):

Jazz managed it.

Finally, she got to college and moved out of that house. She got her siblings with her, by blood and heart - they have a small apartment in a not so good part of this city, but they are OUT. Dan can exist as a person. There's no need to hide Ellie anymore. They can live.

It's hard, but things are always hard. This is just how it is.

And maybe money's tight and she's working double shifts and she feels like she's a step away from the edge - but that's life.

(Jazz is not okay. A mysterious costumer, a long lost friend, and a scholarship might change her life.)

The Red Parade (series)

Following the Batarang Incident TM.

In which actions have CONSEQUENCES, Red Hood's goons make a deal with... (A god? A demon? A Fae? Idk Jeff, that's what the boss said to do!), and Danny is a very reluctant king.

Months later, Dick is Not OK, but there's a world-ending thrreat, and the watchtower need everyone as they summon the King of the Dead for help.

(The Red Knight is not what they expected.)

Tagging:

@gilbirda @muffinlance @Gghost-bxrd @a-witch-in-endor @enigmaris

@envysparkler ? Only if you got time for it, of course!

[eldrith]

o wonderful eldrith… might i trouble you for more recommendations on books with “unreliable narrators”, and the themes/what they're about? if it's not too much, i want to read more but don’t know where to start

bb yes!! i listed 12 that i could remember below. i think another aspect that i loveee in unreliable narrators is when they slowly slip into some kind of madness throughout – so the books with a '*' also include aspects like that! [sorry there are repeats on this list from a previous post]

if any1 else has recommendations PLEASE lmk! im looking for some new winter reads rn :)

→ the secret history – donna tartt *

think: small liberal arts college. new kid. proficient liars. obsession. murder. moral decay. the tragedy of intellect & privilege. greek classic philosophy. enduring new england winters alone. snobby rich kids. set in the 80's but they dress like it's the 50's. sexuality & perceptions. archaic rituals. blood-soaked hair and deer running in the forest. alcoholism & pills. "why, looking for new ferns." a mansion in the hills. coke mirror. burger king parking lots. subtle descent into madness. the mask of class-divided friendship, and the dangers of idolizing friends. subtle critique on the 'intellectual upper class'. isolation & superficiality of appearance. reality & illusion.

→ the remains of the day – kazuo ishiguro

think: sacrifices made for ideals that do not hold true. post-wwii. solemn, hopeful, almost tragic. large english manor. an aging butler watching life slip away in the wake of a changed society. restraint, regret, unspoken desire. "i have been responsible for a series of small errors in the carrying out of my duties.” lost love. watching aristocratic elegance fade away. traveling to find a long-lost friend. beautiful and cruel. themes of class difference. history & retrospection. politics& loyalty. performance & self-deception.

→ american psycho – bret easton ellis *

think: manhattan high-rises. designer labels & pressed suits. blood-stained sheets at the dry cleaners. obsession with status & wealth. concealed violence beneath pristine surfaces. cocaine, clubbing, and j&b rare. horrible horrible people. panic attacks over business cards. sheer, stark violence. "i have to return some video tapes." moral decay & emptiness of excess. socialite classes of the wall street boom in the 80's. a very dark satire & critique of capitalism & toxic masculinity. loss of individual identity.

→ invisible man – ralph ellison

think: shadowed basements, harlem renaissance streets. struggling for identity in a world that does not see you. alienation. "i yam what i yam." racial injustice & racism. the search for meaning & nihilism. limitations of ideologies. moral decay disguised as a 'world of social progress'. jazz rhythms. blinding lightbulbs & liberty optic-white paint. culture and diaspora. racism as an obstacle to individual identity. critique of race, power, and the false promise of the 'american dream.'

→ rebecca – daphne du maurier

think: windswept coast. eerie estate. a young bride and the shadow of her husband's first wife. obsession, death, jealousy. "i wish i was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls." secrets and identity lost in memory. sinister housekeeper. sailboats with punctured holes. cousins. gothic england. subtle critique on love, power, and the illusions of marriage.

→ the yellow wallpaper – charlotte perkins gilman * (if you didnt read this in us highschool then you should def check it out)

think: yellow walls (sorry lmao). solitary room. obsession, madness. barred windows. haunting patterns within a prison. "i never saw a worse paper in my life." identity stifled by control. the lapse between reality and illusion. critique on gender & autonomy, silence and isolation.

→ one flew over the cuckoo's nest – ken kesey *

think: sterile hospital walls. obsession with freedom, conformity. rebellion. the crushing weight of institutional power. "man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing." 1960's asylum. violence & tragedy. mistreatment of mental illness & loss of individuality. critique on the dehumanizing nature of institutionalized systems & the fragility of sanity.

→ wuthering heights – emily brontë *

think: love so consuming that it becomes vengeful. the tragedy of passion. doomed from the start. love. "he's more myself than i am." the pull of the past. crumbling gothic mansions. love, hate, madness. abuse & toxicity. subtle critique on class, desire, and social mobility.

→ crime and punishment – fyodor dostoevsky * (can u tell i like russian lit lol) **this one is third person omniscient pov, but i included it bc of its use of characters to challenge the reader's certainty in the plot.**

think: oppressive streets of 19th-century st. petersburg. cold and relentless. burdened by poverty and ambition. "it takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently." contemplating murder as an act for a greater cause. obsession with guilt and the human psyche. moral decay, isolation. dark alleys, wet streets. the unrelenting pull of fate. critique on redemption, power, morality, and the fragility of a soul.

→ l'étranger – albert camus *

think: the blistering heat of the algerian sun. detached from emotions. drifting through the motions of existence. obsession with identity, absurdism, and meaninglessness. "if something is going to happen to me, i want to be there." the dangers of a life without remorse or attachment. gunshots, stark beaches. a world that will not give answers & life as a series of meaningless events that lead nowhere. a critique on societal norms, existentialism, and the abstract of truth.

→ bunny – mona awad *

think: small & exclusive art program. cliques. privilege and obsession. power & the dark side of creativity. "why do you lie so much? and about the weirdest little things?" losing yourself to pretense and manipulation. glittery masks. bunnies. art & forests. rituals. obsession with friendship. an exploration of femininity. a subtle critique on envy, art, cult-like groups, and the price of fitting in.

→ the catcher in the rye – j.d salinger (another high school classic but a good example of an unreliable narrator)

think: flickering lights in the cold streets of new york. cynicism and longing. stumbling through the world and denying the sheer pain of growing up. a red hunting cap. loss & grief. lonely hotel rooms, sunny's smile. a soul too young and lost in the disconnection. "almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad." trauma of abuse, loss. boarding school. museums. 1950's. obsession with innocence and alienation. a carousel bright in the city while the rain pours. themes of alienation as a form of self-protection. resisting maturity. performance & appearance. religion and the phoniness of the adult world.

i hope you havent read all of these yet hehe :) lmk what u think!!