#ellabs fluff

Couch cushions were scattered across the floor as if hurled by invisible hands, the coffee table skewed half a foot off its rug like it had been shoved aside in a panic. One of the lamps lay toppled on its side, its shade crooked and bent, its bulb flickering weakly in protest. And then there were the marks—deep, savage gouges carved into the armrest of the couch, splintering the wood beneath the fabric. They weren’t random. They were deliberate. Primal. 

Her duffel bag slid from her shoulder and hit the floor with a dull, final-sounding thud. Abby’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating as they swept the wreckage.

“Ellie?” Her voice cut through the silence, low but lined with an edge that wasn’t quite fear, wasn’t quite anger—something tense, alert, bracing.

Silence answered her. The only sound in the apartment was the faint hum of the fridge, steady and mundane in sharp contrast to the chaos littered across the living room.

Abby’s pulse began to climb, a slow thrum building in her ears. Ellie wasn’t careless. Sure, she left hoodies draped over chairs, boots by the door, empty soda cans on the counter. That was Ellie. But this—this wasn’t clutter. This was violence.

She stepped further inside, sneakers crunching faintly over something sharp. Abby glanced down and stilled. A picture frame lay shattered on the hardwood, glass fractured into glittering shards that caught the light like broken ice. She crouched, calloused fingers brushing over the photograph inside.

It was the one of them from that night out, Ellie with her hair mussed, arm slung casually over Abby’s shoulder, the corner of her mouth crooked in that lazy smirk Abby always pretended not to notice. The frame was split clean down the middle, dividing their faces.

A flicker of unease twisted in her gut.

“Ellie,” she called again, louder this time, her voice reverberating down the narrow hallway.

That’s when she heard it.

A sound—faint but undeniable—slid through the air. Breathing, ragged and uneven, as though someone were dragging oxygen in with effort, lungs straining against something unseen. It was low, guttural, almost animal.

The fine hairs on the back of Abby’s neck rose. She knew that sound. She’d heard it once before, months ago, late at night when she wasn’t supposed to. A sound that lived somewhere between human and not, teetering on the edge of control.

Her chest tightened, and every muscle in her body coiled, bracing for what she already suspected was waiting at the end of the hall.

The hallway yawned before her like the throat of some beast, narrow and dim, shadows clinging stubbornly to the corners where the light from the living room couldn’t reach. Abby moved carefully, each step measured, deliberate. Her breathing was steady, but beneath the calm surface, her pulse hammered like a drumbeat.

Her eyes flicked over every detail—the way one of Ellie’s boots had been abandoned halfway down the hall, laces tangled and limp; the faint scuff marks along the wall like something had scraped hard against it. Abby’s jaw flexed as she pressed forward, the weight of silence settling heavier with each step.

Ellie’s door stood at the end of the hall, half-shadowed, a sliver of darkness seeping out from the gap beneath it. Abby’s fingers curled into a loose fist at her side before slowly lifting, hand poised to knock. She hesitated, knuckles hovering inches from the wood. The sound of that ragged breathing seemed to pulse through the walls, louder now, uneven and animalistic.

But then—

A shift.

It wasn’t coming from Ellie’s room.

Abby froze, every muscle going taut as her head turned slightly, ears straining. The noise rose again—low, guttural, strained—slipping not from the door before her, but from the one behind her.

Her room.

The realisation landed like a stone in her gut.

Abby straightened, lowering her hand slowly, the air in the hallway suddenly thick, pressing. She pivoted, shoulders squared, eyes locked on her own door a few steps back. The faintest flicker of movement broke against the shadows at the base of it, like a restless shift of weight, a pacing animal trapped inside.

Her heart kicked hard against her ribs, but her expression didn’t falter. Calm. Controlled. Calculated. That was her armor.

“Ellie…” Abby’s voice was quieter now, lower, as though coaxing. The kind of tone you’d use with a cornered creature, one wrong move away from lashing out.

She took a step closer to her door, then another, until she stood in front of it. The wood seemed to hum faintly beneath her palm as she laid her hand against it, the vibrations subtle but unmistakable—something breathing, shifting, pressing at the edges of restraint.

Abby closed her eyes for a brief second, steeling herself. Then she curled her fingers into a fist and gave the door a soft knock, just once.

The sound on the other side stuttered, halting for a breath. Then came the growl—low, throaty, trembling with something halfway between pain and fury.

Abby’s knuckles lingered against the wood for a beat, her chest rising and falling in steady control. Then, with deliberate care, she twisted the handle. The door gave way with a reluctant creak, the darkness inside yawning open to swallow her.

The first thing she noticed was the smell—sharp, metallic, like copper tangled with sweat. The second was the disarray.

Her room had been gutted. Clothes were scattered across the floor, shirts and boxers and jackets tangled together in a chaotic heap. Drawers were half-open, contents pulled out and discarded without care. And in the very center of it all, surrounded as though the mess itself had closed in around her, sat Ellie.

She was folded in on herself, knees pulled tight against her chest, forehead resting against them. Her arms wrapped around her shins like restraints, claws digging faint crescents into her own skin as if she were holding herself back by force. Her short auburn hair clung damply to her face, matted with sweat, and her shoulders trembled with each ragged breath.

Above her, the full moon poured silver light through the open curtains, spilling across her like a spotlight. It painted her freckles in stark relief, illuminated the faint shimmer of claws at her fingertips, and seemed to taunt her with its relentless pull.

Abby’s throat tightened.

For a moment, she just stood there, the doorway framing her still figure as she took in the sight. This wasn’t the Ellie everyone else knew—the sharp-tongued girl who bit back at the world with sarcasm and smirks. This was Ellie stripped raw, cornered by her own body, trembling in the quiet wreckage of her self-control.

“Ellie,” Abby said softly, careful not to let her voice carry too sharp an edge.

Ellie flinched at the sound, claws twitching deeper into her skin. She didn’t look up. Didn’t move. Just breathed—ragged, uneven, like every inhale scraped down her throat.

Abby took a slow step inside, her sneakers muffled by the clothes strewn across the floor. Then another. Each one deliberate, measured, as though she were approaching something fragile, something that might shatter if pressed too hard.

She sank down onto the sea of discarded clothes, her knees pressing into the fabric, denim and cotton soft beneath her weight. The room felt smaller now, as though the walls themselves had edged closer, moonlight spilling in like a spotlight with nowhere to hide. Ellie sat crumpled in the center of it all—shaking, folded in on herself, trembling with the kind of tension that seemed ready to snap and spill over at any second.

Abby reached out carefully, her hand steady though her heart thudded against her ribs. Her fingertip grazed Ellie's skin, the barest contact, like brushing the surface of fire.

The reaction was instant.

Ellie uncoiled with animalistic speed, her head snapping up, green eyes blazing with an unnatural glow. They caught the moonlight like shards of broken glass, wide and wild, pupils blown dark. One clawed hand shot up and clamped around Abby’s wrist, grip strong enough to bruise. Her other hand rose in a flash, claws extended, the sharpened tips gleaming in silver light as they poised inches from Abby’s throat.

Her lips peeled back in a feral snarl, teeth bared, canines jutting sharp in a mouth made for tearing. The sound that left her chest was low, primal, a growl that vibrated through the air and seemed to dig its claws into Abby’s very bones.

For a heartbeat, Abby froze, face-to-face with the wolf straining beneath Ellie’s skin. The heat of her breath fanned across Abby’s face, harsh and uneven, carrying the scent of copper and fear and something rawer, deeper.

But then Abby caught it—that flicker. Buried behind the ferocity, dim but still burning, was a thread of recognition. Ellie. Not just the wolf. Ellie herself, eyes glinting with panic, with the desperate edge of someone who knew exactly what she was capable of.

And Abby seized the moment.

Her body moved on instinct, honed muscle and precision. She twisted her wrist in Ellie’s grasp, breaking the angle, and surged forward. Her other hand caught Ellie’s arm, guiding it down and back, pinning it with practiced efficiency. The motion was fluid, almost brutal in its swiftness, until both of Ellie’s wrists were wrenched behind her back, claws useless in the cage of Abby’s grip.

Ellie thrashed instantly, a guttural growl tearing loose from her chest. It vibrated through Abby, deep and resonant, as though the sound itself wanted to shake her apart. The strength behind it was staggering, raw, a storm raging against Abby’s hold.

But Abby held firm.

Her muscles locked, shoulders straining as she anchored Ellie against her, body braced like stone. She didn’t crush her, didn’t force her down—just held her steady, immovable, like a tether.

“Easy,” Abby breathed, her mouth close to Ellie’s ear. Her voice cut low and deliberate, calm as steel, threading through the ragged sound of Ellie’s breath. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

Ellie writhed in her grip, every muscle taut with resistance, her claws twitching as though itching to rake across skin. The silver light painted her in stark relief, freckled face sharpened into something both human and not, caught in the crossfire of who she was and what she was becoming.

But the longer Abby held her, the more she felt it—the hesitation in Ellie’s fight. The tension wasn’t pure rage; it was restraint stretched thin, trembling under the weight of control that could snap at any second.

Abby’s chest pressed against Ellie’s back, the heat of her body grounding, the steady rhythm of her breathing a quiet counterpoint to Ellie’s uneven gasps. She could feel the battle raging beneath the surface, Ellie straining against the wolf, against herself, against the moon’s relentless pull bleeding silver through the window.

And still, Abby didn’t let go.

“Breathe,” Abby murmured, her voice steady, low, threaded with an authority that wasn’t sharp but grounding. Her mouth was close enough that each word ghosted against the shell of Ellie’s ear. “C’mon, babe. With me. In… and out.”

Ellie’s breath hitched, jagged, but it stuttered along the rhythm Abby laid out. Her chest heaved, her head still bowed, forehead nearly pressed into her knees. Abby felt the tremor of restraint in her—the desperate, animal urge to lash out, clashing against the stubborn kernel of Ellie’s willpower.

“You’re still in there,” Abby pressed, softer now, her voice coaxing, almost gentle. “I know you are. You’re not gonna lose yourself. Not tonight.”

The moonlight poured heavier through the window, spotlighting the curve of Ellie’s canines, the raw edge of her snarl. It painted her like prey on display, but Abby wouldn’t let her be reduced to that. She shifted, tucking her chin against the side of Ellie’s damp hair, close enough for her presence to be unmistakable, undeniable.

“Hey, you hear me?” Abby whispered, firm but warm. “It’s me. Abby. You don’t get to scare me off.”

Ellie’s claws twitched again, one sharp tip nicking lightly against Abby’s forearm—but instead of tearing, they stilled. Her growl faltered, broke into something shakier, thinner, almost like a whimper strangled down deep.

“There you go,” Abby said, quieter still, the words more comfort than command. “That’s it. You’re alright.”

For the first time since Abby entered, Ellie leaned into her hold instead of away from it. Not fully, not surrender, but enough—a subtle tilt of her trembling body, the smallest slackening of her shoulders beneath Abby’s hands. The wolf hadn’t vanished, but Ellie was winning ground, inch by inch.

And Abby held her tighter, steady as bedrock, a barrier between her and the silver pull bleeding through the curtains.

The fight bled out of Ellie slowly, like water draining from a cracked vessel. The growl in her chest stuttered, caught, then withered into silence. Her breathing was still jagged, harsh against the steady rhythm of Abby’s own, but the feral edge dulled, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

Abby felt it in her grip—the way Ellie’s arms slackened, the sharp tension melting just enough that Abby could ease her hold without fear. She didn’t release her completely, not yet, but her fingers softened their cage, shifting from restraint to something closer to support.

Ellie’s head tipped sideways, hair damp with sweat, brushing against Abby’s jaw. Her body trembled with the kind of exhaustion that came after battle, every inhale shaky, uneven, like she wasn’t sure she could trust her lungs to keep working.

“I can’t—” Ellie’s voice broke, raw, barely more than a whisper clawing its way free. “I can’t do it—”

“Yes, you can,” Abby cut in, voice firm but quiet, grounding like stone beneath a storm. She shifted her grip, pulling Ellie closer against her chest, anchoring her in place. “You already are.”

Ellie’s claws curled into her own palms, no longer fighting Abby but clinging to the steadiness she offered. The moonlight carved sharp angles across her face, glinting off the wetness pooling at the corners of her eyes. She squeezed them shut as if to hide it, but a broken sound escaped her anyway—a fractured noise somewhere between a sob and a growl.

Abby’s chest tightened, but she didn’t flinch. She let Ellie bury herself in the crook of her shoulder, let the tremors rack through her, all the while murmuring low, steady words against her temple.

“You’re alright. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

The wolf didn’t vanish completely—its presence lingered in the twitch of Ellie’s muscles, in the sharp edge of her breath—but it loosened its grip, receding into the shadows as Ellie clung tighter to Abby. And when it threatened to tighten its hold on her, Abby did the same.

Ellie pressed against her, shoulders shaking, breaths breaking unevenly, claws grazing harmlessly against Abby’s forearms. Vulnerable in a way Abby had never seen her before.

And Abby held her, steady as ever, until the moonlight no longer felt like a threat but only a glow on the floor around them.

It took time, but eventually Ellie’s breathing evened, each inhale a little less jagged than the one before. The trembling in her shoulders quieted, her weight settling heavier against Abby like the fight had finally drained from her bones. The glow in her eyes dimmed, though it didn’t disappear entirely, leaving behind the weary green Abby knew best.

When Ellie finally stirred, it was with a small, broken sound, and she shifted in Abby’s hold, trying to untangle herself. Abby loosened her grip but didn’t move away.

“I—” Ellie’s voice cracked, low and hoarse. She shook her head hard, like she could force the words out, then tried again. “I didn’t mean to—your stuff, I—fuck.”

Her gaze flicked toward the mess around them—the heap of clothes torn and scattered, the broken frame still glittering faintly in the doorway—and panic flickered across her face. Her claws flexed against her palms as her breath started to pick up again. “You must be so—shit, Abby, I—”

“Ellie.” Abby’s tone cut through her spiral before it could root itself, low and steady like an anchor. She tilted her head, forcing Ellie to look at her. “Stop.”

Ellie froze, eyes wide, chest heaving like she’d been caught.

“I’m not mad.” Abby’s voice didn’t waver, didn’t leave room for argument. She softened the words with a slight squeeze of Ellie’s arm, steady and grounding. “Look at me. Do I look pissed?”

Ellie’s lips parted, but no sound came. She searched Abby’s face like she didn’t trust it, like she was braced for the disappointment that never came. Her freckles stood out stark under the moonlight, damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

All Abby gave her was calm. Not pity, not judgment. Just calm.

“You didn’t scare me off,” Abby said, quieter now, the words deliberate, like she needed Ellie to feel each one. “You’re here. You’re breathing. That’s all that matters.”

Something broke in Ellie’s expression—something taut, defensive, crumbling under the weight of Abby’s certainty. Her shoulders slumped, and the words she’d been holding back spilled in a whisper.

“I don’t deserve—”

“Don’t,” Abby interrupted again, sharper this time, but not unkind. “Don’t go there.”

Ellie blinked, stunned by the conviction in her voice.

Abby shifted, adjusting her hold so Ellie was tucked against her side, one hand steady at the back of her neck. “You don’t get to tell me what you deserve. Not when I’m right here, choosing to stay.”

The silence that followed was heavy, but not the suffocating kind. It was weighted, steady, threaded with something unspoken but undeniable.

And for the first time since she’d walked into the room, Ellie let out a shaky laugh—quiet, disbelieving, but real.

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She had doodled through the entire lecture, covering the back of her notepad—the notepad she was supposed to be taking notes on—with a mess of stars, ringed planets, and comets. But the amount of procrastinated work that she had piling up was a problem for later. For now, all that mattered was the inked movie in her comic.

The surrounding streets disappeared into a background hum. Every second of her attention was dedicated to the chaos unfolding on the pages.

Then, someone slammed into her shoulder.

The force spun her sideways. Her comic flew from her clutch, fluttering into a dishevelled pile on the pavement. Her coffee burst from the cup, splattering across the other woman's chest.

Ellie let out a choked gasp.

Coffee dripped from the hem of the woman's shirt, the soaked fabric sticking to her skin.

Ellie could only form pathetic stutters and mumbles.

"Uh—"

"I…"

"Sorry—"

Ellie stepped back and took a better look at the woman. She towered over her. Baggy gym clothes now clung to her, revealing the lean, sculpted muscle beneath. Her hair had been tightly braided against her head, leaving no stray strands.

Ellie's shoulder had already started to ache. She could feel the spectacularly large bruise forming. However, the injury made sense, the woman was built like a brick wall.

Ellie forced herself to move her eyes to the woman's face. Her brows were furrowed, her mouth shaped in a down-turned 'O'. A faint blush warmed a scar crossing her cheek.

Ellie couldn't quite pinpoint the woman's emotions.

At last, Ellie mustered up a coherent sentence, "At least it's iced, otherwise it would be burning real bad."

Fucks sake, Ellie. Really? First the lecture, now I'm gonna get beaten up by this beast of a woman.

The woman stared at her for a moment, clearly surprised by the odd response.

Then she let out a slight chuckle, "Yeah, that makes me feel so much better about this."

"S-sorry. So sorry about that," Ellie choked out whilst tripping over her own shoe, practically falling over to retrieve her comic. It was now dripping with mud and wet dirt. Ellie pinched it and held it with an extended arm, both disappointed and disgusted.

"Might wanna read that while sitting next time," the woman mockingly cooed, now using her jumper to dab herself off.

"Yee," was Ellie's pathetic attempt at saying yeah.

She was admittedly distracted by the woman's demeanour. She carried herself with a confidence that Ellie admired.

Ellie felt a familiar hot flush swim up her neck.

She apologised again and again while awkwardly stumbling away, wanting the interaction to end as quickly as possible.

Ellie threw the comic away on the walk home, complaining profusely to Dina later in the afternoon.

Dina found it funny, teasing her about how unlucky she is when it comes to 'her type'. An exaggerated eye roll was all Ellie gave her snarky comments.

The morning sun kissed Ellie's cheek, warming the grouchy expression she held.

She didn't have any classes today, but she decided to go to the corner cafe anyway, hoping a coffee would shake off the irritable mood she'd woken up with.

She'd accidentally pulled an all-nighter by staring at the ceiling being angry with herself.

Social interaction made her feel so stupid. She couldn't even figure out how to apologise for spilling her own coffee on somebody. It's just her luck that that somebody actually seemed really kind and approachable. And pretty.

Ellie entered the small, cozy building. Warm air wrapped around her the moment she stepped inside, chipping away at her attitude. Better yet, the shop is almost always empty at this hour.

The baristas recognised her, offering a familiar smile before starting on her regular order.

Ellie set her bag down and was prepared to sit at a small single table by the window when she heard the clink of a cup.

She reflexively glanced over and immediately wished she hadn't.

There she was.

The woman from yesterday.

A messy jumble of thoughts crackled in Ellie's head like popcorn kernels on a hot stove.

Fuck. Great, this is great. Can I just avoid her? Or maybe apologise again? Shit. Or just leave.

She steadied herself, silently sitting down as to not notify the other woman of her presence.

The woman was sitting at a table near the back of the cafe. She wore a soft beige tank top and cargo pants, accessorised with elegant jewellery on her wrists and neck. Her hair wasn't in the militaristic braid from yesterday. It was held in a low ponytail with a spiral hair tie, some front strands left astray to outline her face. A thick book was carefully held between her ring and pointer finger. The morning light caught the edge of the woman's face. It framed her perfectly, almost like she'd walked out of a painting.

For one embarrassing second, Ellie forgot how to blink. She had to mentally slap herself to rip her eyes away.

Ellie fumbled with her pockets, forgetting which one held her phone.

Ellie: dina, hrlp. woman i ledt covered in coffe yesterfay is here. sos

Dina: really!! omg go get her ellie

Ellie: no, i cant. shes probavly still pissed. imma chug this coffee and lesve

Dina: dont you fucking dare

Dina: im not letting you back in the dorm if you dont come back with her or at least a story. get your pathetic ass over there and make a joke or smth. figure it out. i need the goss, and for you to not be single forever

Ellie: idk….. it was a bad start. i shoulf move on

Dina: please. just try, come on. for me and for the sake of you having a roof over your head tonight

Ellie sighed.

Ellie: i will kill you if thjs is a mistake

Dina: keep me posted!!!! remember all of the details please

The woman could probably hear Ellie's heart beating from across the cafe.

Ellie let out a shaky exhale. She tried to move her feet one in front of the other but it came out in more of a zigzag pattern.

She picked up the coffee the barista had set down on the table and forced her body towards the other woman's table. Her anxiety was the force of a black hole, dragging her towards the door.

Somehow, she was standing in front of the woman before she'd properly processed she was walking over.

The woman still didn't look up, her eyes scanning her book with intense focus.

"Hi—" Ellie said too loud and abrupt, lengthening the vowel more than normal.

The woman lazily twisted her head towards her.

"Oh… You"

Ellie hadn't made note of how feminine and smooth her voice was. It made her feel slightly more welcome.

"Be careful with that," the woman warned, glancing towards the coffee that was now shaking with Ellie's unstable grip.

Ellie let out a clumsy chuckle that shook with her nerves.

"I'm Ellie"

"Abby"

Abby.

A name for the mysterious crush Ellie had formed. A fitting one at that.

"I—" Ellie started, "Can I sit?"

Abby gave her a nod. She slid a bookmark into her book, closing it and stuffing it into her bag.

Ellie crawled into the opposite chair, placing down her coffee with an unintended force.

She didn't know what to do with her limbs. Her arms felt like inflatable noodle mascots in heavy winds.

On the table? No, table manners and fancy stuff. Don't wanna give her the ick already. In my lap?

She resorted to sipping her coffee, being sure to hold the glass with two hands this time. Knowing her luck, she'll still manage to spill it all the way over the table and onto Abby's face.

"Whatcha reading? You seemed really into it," she almost apologised for disturbing her, but Dina had been training her to stop saying sorry so much.

"Dostoevsky," she replied, "The Raw Youth. It's my favourite of his."

"Nice."

Ellie felt so pathetic. She couldn't focus on her responses, all she could see was her. Abby was unfairly pretty. It made Ellie's heart momentarily forget how to beat. With jealousy, of course. Ellie could feel her cheeks turning redder than a tomato.

She instinctively looked down at her converse, hiding her face.

Abby clicked her tongue, "What were you reading yesterday? Sorry about it getting destroyed…"

"It was a sci-fi comic thing, don't think it's really… your speed", Ellie tried to ignore her apology, it was her own fault the comic was ruined.

"Maybe not, but I can appreciate some sci-fi classics."

Ellie looked her in the eyes then. The deep carolina blue irises pulled her in. Ellie watched as Abby's pupils dilated, spinning the shades of blue and caramel.

Their conversation flowed seamlessly after that. The topic moved from favourite movies, to fitness routines, to study, to funny childhood stories and on and on.

Ellie's real smile came out and Abby's features softened to Ellie's pathetic dad jokes.

They talked for nearly half an hour before Ellie took the last sip of her iced americano. She'd been nursing the drink as an excuse to stay.

"I've got a lecture soon, but it's been nice getting to know you when you aren't spilling coffee all over me," Abby joked.

A pause followed, both of them wondering how to say goodbye.

Abby pulled out a small crumpled-up receipt from her pocket and began scribbling on it.

"If you ever wanna meet up and I can introduce you to some of my favourite sci-fi classics, then just let me know," Abby slid the receipt over to Ellie, now covered with ten hastily written digits.

She gave Ellie a soft smile.

"See you, Ellie"

Even after Abby had left her cheeks were burning. She punched the numbers into her phone and labelled the contact. She still kept the receipt. At the time she told herself it was for security, in case she somehow lost the number. She ended up putting it in her journal surrounded by pathetic confessions of affection and doodles of Abby.

Ellie pulled up Dina's contact.

Ellie: you won't believe who got her number

Dina: good on you!!!! i knew she'd fold for your nerdy ass

Ellie left the cafe still giddy, her original crabby mood completely gone. She kept checking the contact, repeatedly drafting how to text Abby without being too weird.

Abby didn't end up listening to a word of her lecture.

Not out of boredom.

But because she couldn't take her mind off the soft flutter building in her core when she thought of the girl who spilled coffee on her.

𝑎/𝑛: everyone has to start somewhere, right… this is most definitely not perfect so any feedback is much appreciated

She'd had barely opened her eyes, but she clung onto Abby's waist. "Nope," Elie rasped out in a warning tone. "You promised. No gym today.”

Abby carefully pried her girlfriend's hands off her waist, earning a small grunt from the woman in response. The cold air hit her exposed skin, no clothing to be found.

"I know, I know, babe," she murmured, running a hand gently through Ellie's messy hair to soothe her. "Just gotta use the bathroom, okay? I'm stayin, promise.”

Ellie mumbled something she couldn't even understand and finally let go, begrudgingly.

"Just say you fuckin hate me." she teased in her slurred voice, eyes closed as she adjusted in bed.

Abby rolled her eyes, unable to keep an amused smirk off her face at Ellie's petulant little comment. God, she was cute when she was clingy as hell. Not the most common occurrence.

"You're such a spoiled brat,” she grumbled with mock annoyance as she got out of bed. "I'll be back in a minute.”

When Abby came back from the bathroom, she stilled at the sight that greeted her: Ellie holding onto her pillow, looking damn adorable in her eyes. Her heart felt warm, seeing her lover look so vulnerable and soft. Goddamnit. She was turning her into a softie.

She got back under the covers, moving closer to her girlfriend and gently stroked her arm.

"There we go. We can sleep a little more, but it's kind of late, princess.”

“It's 9-fucking-AM, Abby. That isn't late unless you're sixty years old,” Ellie huffed. “And don't call me princess," she complained, her hands gently stroking Abby's side. "I'm more like a knight—"

She stopped to let out a long yawn. "—who protects the princess, all badass and shit. With a sword. You'd be the princess, by the way. Like, a really muscular one.”

Abby couldn't help chuckling at her girlfriend's words, her chest still thrumming with affection. She rolled her eyes, giving Ellie a light smack on the ass.

"Oh zip it, dork," she muttered, unable to hide her fond smile. She liked the plot, even though it was kind of cliche. And she also liked the thought of Ellie being her knight in shining armor, even if she'd never admit it out loud. "I could kick hell of a lot more ass than you, y'know.”

Ellie let out a raspy laugh and closed her eyes again, not at all surprised by Abby's usual ass smacking. "So what? I'll have a sword. Duh. And you'll just have a little dress and a long ass braid. Like Rapunzel,” she said, smirking. “Oh Abigail, let down your hair."

Abby huffed in offense, rolling her eyes once again. Ellie was so damn snarky, even when she was sleepy. She pinched her side, enjoying the soft gasp that escaped from her mouth.

"Shut up. First off, I wouldn't be caught dead in a damn dress," she grumbled.

Ellie thought she'd stop there, but Abby thought for a few seconds.

"I'd wear like, armor. Badass warrior style. And I'd be the one saving your sorry ass, not the other way around.”

Ellie let out a low laugh. She knew Abby wouldn't accept the dress thing, but her fun was teasing her girlfriend, most of the time.

"You can be a warrior princess then, like Xena. And I'll be your knight and we'll have like, a forbidden love story or something,” she still spoke with a sleepy voice, but with a small smile on her face, feeling Abby's warmth against her. "Matching swords and shit. You get like, an arranged noble husband, so I kill him. We run away together.”

Abby snorted, shaking her head at Ellie's fantasy scenario — but her smirk softened into something gentler as she listened. It was stupidly romantic, which was... kinda nice?

Despite herself, she could picture it, Ellie in armor, swinging a sword like some knight, saving her from some arranged marriage. A tiny smile tugged at her lips. So stupid.

"Fuck that, I'd kill him first," she muttered, wrapping her arms tighter around Ellie, who hummed. "But if you think I'm ever letting you swing a sword around without supervision, you're out of your damn mind.”

Ellie chuckled, shrugging a little. "Well, it's my scenario. Which means in it I'm a professional swordsman… and very muscly, y’know, the works. And you’d have your hair down."

She said, not at all new to having fantasies with Abby. Ellie could make them up on the spot, and she frequently did. It was kind of funny, to her lover.

And Abby feeding into them reminded her of just why they fit so well together.

"You can learn from me, though. And then you fall in love with me in the process cause you're like wow, my mentor Ellie is like, super cute and brave and awesome.”

Abby scoffed in mock annoyance. She could actually picture herself in this silly story, falling hopelessly in love with Ellie.

"Fine, smartass, you can be the… fuckin’ sword expert or whatever," she grumbled, gently squeezing Ellie's side again. "I'm fine being the badass warrior princess and fall for my idiot of a mentor."

Ellie nudged her weakly, eyes still closed. "It's okay. You can be good at like, the crossbow. Or riding horses," she said.

Another yawn. "And then you can teach me, and I'll hug you from behind, and you'll be really nervous cause I'm a super cool, handsome knight.”

"Oh, I'd be nervous?" Abby scoffed, voice thick with sarcasm and amusement. "Please. You’d be the one stuttering like an idiot when I turned around in that riding outfit,” she tugged Ellie closer. "Admit it. You’d lose your damn mind over me.”

Ellie smirked, finally opening her eyes to look at Abby.

"I already lose my mind over you," she said, hugging her a little tighter, nuzzling her neck. “But it would be hot if it were forbidden. All the dramatic yearning and such. And every time we're alone we immediately make out cause we miss each other so much. Oh, or — we have sex in like a big, castle library.”

Abby’s breath caught slightly at Ellie’s words. Soft, sleepy, but so full of affection it made her chest tighten. She stared down at her, heart thudding a little too hard.

"Damn," she murmured, voice rough in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. "You really went all in on this fantasy," she tilted Ellie’s chin up just slightly before brushing their lips together — slow, warm, lazy. A promise of what castle libraries could hold. "And… yeah? You’d risk getting caught just to kiss me?”

Ellie smiled against her lips and gave her a brief, gentle kiss. She could hear Abby's heart a little loud in her chest, and that was cute.

"Oh, fuck yeah I would. And you'd be like, 'take me now my beloved knight, before my father catches us,'" she made a dramatic voice. "And I'd say 'your highness, we shouldn't'. But I'd do it anyway.”

Abby rolled her eyes again, a soft laugh escaping her. She loved how Ellie could switch between sleepy and a weirdo so fast. Ellie didn't mind that.

"Shut up,” she muttered affectionately, giving her ass another light smack before tugging her closer, pressing their foreheads together, "Yeah, I'd do it too. Even if my 'dad' caught us in that… castle library," she mumbled, a crooked smile on her face.

Ellie chuckled, amused. Abby really played well into all of her stupid little fantasies. "Well, I might lose my knighthood so we have to be careful… I can slip into your bedchambers at night instead, when you're like, 'help me knight, I'm scared of being taken away in my sleep', and I'll be like 'don't worry, my princess, I will sleep here on the floor, to protect you.'”

She said, feeding into that silly fantasy even more, just for the fun of it — clearly very unbusy on a Saturday morning.

Well, she was busy. With entertaining her girl. Which she was good at.

"And then you’d say 'don't be foolish, my knight, you can lay on my bed.'”

Abby let out a sincere laugh, shaking her head at how deep Ellie was diving into this. She should’ve known — her girlfriend secretly loved the drama. And she was great at writing.

"Is that so?" she murmured, voice dipping into something slower, rougher. "And then I bet you’d try to be all noble and proper… lying stiff as a board on my bed cause you’re scared of touching me,” she came closer again, until their noses brushed. "But eventually… you’d roll over. 'Accidentally' grab my waist. Mumble something cute like ‘just makin’ sure you’re safe.' Real smooth.”

Ellie smiled while biting her lip, finding Abby participating in her fantasy so… attractive, for some reason. She loved every single part of Ellie and that was heartwarming — and also kind of hot...?

"And then you'd pretend to be asleep, but you'd press yourself against me... And I'd slide my hands to your hips..." she did the same thing she was narrating, hands down to Abby's hips, pulling her a little closer, also whispering a bit. "And then I'd kiss your neck..."

Ellie kissed her soft skin. One, two, three times, lips a bit dry from sleep, not caring. She smelled fucking good.

Abby's breath hitched as Ellie kissed the sensitive spot on her neck, eyes fluttering closed involuntarily at the contact — her body was always so damn reactive to her girlfriend's touch, it was annoying.

Except it wasn't.

"Yeah," she whispered, fingers tangling gently into Ellie's messy bed head. "I'd shift against you, so close to ‘waking up’ now, acting all innocent like I have no idea what you're doing…" she let out a soft hum as Ellie's lips moved up towards her ear.

And she smiled against her skin, still kissing her neck, jaw, the spot under her ear. Not such a silly fantasy now, huh.

"Oh, but you'd know..." she whispered, voice still raspy against her skin. "You'd know the moment I’d bite your neck, softly, not to mark you, because no one can find out..." she did just that, biting Abby's neck, gently kissing it after. “But you'd wish we could do more.”

A shiver ran down Abby's spine as Ellie's teeth grazed her skin, her body temperature already starting to rise a bit. She gripped Ellie's waist, trying to stay in control as her words sent heat through her — it really was ridiculous how easily her girl could affect her.

"Yeah, I'd want you," she breathed, already sounding strained. "I'd be begging for more, but you'd be all stoic and polite, like 'no, princess, we can't, it's not right…'”

"Maybe. But I wouldn't be able to resist you for long." Ellie said, hand still lazily caressing Abby's side, kisses lowering themselves to her collabone and to the other side of it, leaning on her elbow, now lying sideways on the bed.

Her voice was quiet and sultry, just for Abby to hear. As if it were actually their little secret. Her hand slyly trailed down Abby's stomach, in a soft touch — that the blonde definitely noticed.

"'Princess… If you don't tell a soul... I promise I can show you how good it feels.'”

Those words alone were all it took to leave Abby's ears and cheeks red, her body temperature spiking at the thought. It was stupid and so cliché, but it was Ellie saying it, Ellie touching her, Ellie wanting her, and damn it, the nerd knew how to push her buttons.

She let out a soft sigh, tipping her neck to the side to give her better access to her skin — she was already melting, and Ellie hadn't even done much yet.

I can't believe I’m actually liking this shit.

Fuck it.

"'No one has to know… knight',” she mumbled, voice raw with a hint of embarrassment.

And Ellie smiled, victorious, finally taking her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

you looked yourself in the mirror “ok lana, i’m definitely not going” you let a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, lana turned to you in the mirror and came behind, hugging your body “girl you look so good and you need to get out! it’s like life or death situation” she said giggling and you let out a scoff “and who’s gonna die?” you said, “your social life” she answered and started running to the bathroom with you after her, “and you gonna be the next one!” you screamed while laughing.

when you both arrived to the club you instantly felt out of place, you don’t drink, don’t hookup and you hate drunk people, but before you could say anything, lana went grab some drinks and left you in the corner. when you take your time to look at the people in the ambient you realized you’re in a gay club (because of course lana didn’t told you that, just the thought of flirting with woman make you tremble) and you also noticed a couple a little far from you but staring. you looked to your sides but it was only you in the direction they were looking, they talked and the blonde one started walking towards you “hey! sooo i grabbed sparkling water for you and the cheapest drink for me” lana said and you perceived that she had came back, “thanks” you said looking at her when she made a ugly face “omg this shit is so strong”. you both talked for a bit and u forgot about the blonde, but when you were gossiping to lana about the girl in your calculus class who was caught fucking in the parking lot of your university, you felt a tap in your shoulder “hi princess” and it was the brunette from the couple you saw earlier “oh! hi?” you said while turning to face her “i’m ellie and you?” you said your name while smiling, she smelled really good, “a beautiful name to a beautiful girl, sooo me and my girlfriend found you the prettiest girl here and we would love to spend a little time with u” she said so smoothly that you almost forgot the “me and my girlfriend” part, “ah i would like to but i’m with my best friend and you know right? it’s a little messed up to let her all alone” when you were turning to see lana she said “you really shouldn’t worry about me, i already found someone” she said while blowing a kiss across the room to a redhead, ellie touched your arm and guide you to where her girlfriend was.

while she was walking towards the blonde one your mind was a chaos, why the hell not one but, TWO hot women was interested in you? it didn’t make any sense. “hi, i’m abby” the taller said and snapped you out of your internal monologue, you said your name and felt ellie’s hand in your lower back “it’s so pretty, right babe?” “the perfect name to a angel like you” abby said while smirking and suddenly your cheeks were a lot warmer than before. before any of you could say anything started playing after midnight by chappell roan “oh my gosh i love this song!” you said and without warning ellie dragged you to the dance floor and abby came right behind you guys.

you let yourself go and enjoyed the melody and the company, when the song finished you walked to the bar and sat on the benches. “you look really pretty when you sing” ellie said at the same time she was drinking her beer, “you looked so free, it was something else” abby complemented, “you two are too nice to me” you said very quietly and none of them heard (thank god!) you smiled at them and finally asked “are you in a open relationship?” they looked at each other and laughed “no, but time to time we like to catch a cute girl to call ours” the blue eyed said and right after that put her hand in your thigh “you have really soft thighs” she whispered in your ear and you felt your rationality melt away “thanks” u said only to her hear, “you have any problem with that? being our cute girl?” ellie said and u seemed to think a little, “definitely not, i just would like to know you before anything happens, is that a problem?” you said a little shy “ i don’t like to do anything without really like someone” and after that you instantly regretted your words because they looked at each other and started giggling “you really thought we’re a one night stand type of girls? omg we’re so offended, right abby?” “right way baby, i think i’m gonna need two kisses to recover from that” abby said you started smiling again and came closer to her “if you insist…” you said and let two little pecks in her soft lips “now i can die happy” she exclaimed and all of you started laughing.

you talked for little more, exchanged numbers and they offered to take you home, when you called lana to know where she was she declined and texted you “i’m at the redhead house don’t you dare cockblock me”, you turned to the couple, now outside the club and in front of their car, “okay, i’m think we should go”. the car ride was so fun that you didn’t even notice the time passing by, you talked about jobs, college and a lot more, when they arrived at your home, both of them came out of the car and ellie rushed to open your door “the lady is safe! our mission is a sucess” and like a shot you are giggling again. outside of the (big and fucking expensive) car ellie grabbed your waist “i think it’s my turn now, right sweet girl?” you looked at abby who was by your side “i really want to kiss your girlfriend, do you mind?” “only if a get a taste after” and that way you kissed ellie, it was deep and calm, she slid her hand and squeezed your ass just the right amount. when you separate ellie was looking into your eyes so intensely that you felt you could dive in her eyes, “you are so sweet” she said a little out of breath and let your body go to abby’s hands, you felt her big hands above you ass but tempting to go lower, her kiss was different, more agressive, but full of tenderness, when she let go of yours lips you feel yourself asking for more but just accepted “i think i should go” you said taking a little distance from them, “bye bye princess” ellie said while you opened the front door. you definitely will have to thank lana.

"Okay, first one, loser," Ellie announced with fake indifference, trying to hide how excited she actually was about the silly little thing they were about to do. She quickly pressed the button to start the timer and, without warning, grabbed Abby’s jaw with one hand, pulling her face closer. Just as Abby least expected it, Ellie stuck out her tongue and pretended to lick her cheek.

Abby scrunched her nose in a mix of adoration and disgust but accepted her fate, posing for the first unexpected photo right as the camera flashed.

"Gross, Williams," she muttered, as if they hadn’t done far worse things with each other’s saliva.

Before Ellie could reply, the countdown for the second photo had already started. Abby took advantage of the moment to pinch Ellie’s thigh, earning a surprised giggle in response. This time, she acted first—wrapping a strong arm around Ellie’s neck and pulling her snugly against her bicep. As the camera clicked, she finished the gesture by pressing a kiss to Ellie’s cheek, just near the corner of her lips.

Ellie didn’t mind in the slightest. She simply grinned from ear to ear, her freckles standing out even more thanks to the sheer happiness flooding her as she settled into the firm hold. Abigail, watching her girl settle in so comfortably—as if she had just found the coziest place in the world—couldn’t help but laugh. Ellie, unbothered by the almost violent affection, only looked up at her, eyes sparkling.

"Why are you laughing? Dude, this is fucking paradise," Ellie blurted, justifying her enthusiastic reaction.

That alone made Abby laugh again. Shaking her head, she reached out to ruffle Ellie’s already messy hair before finally letting her go.

"Idiot," Abby murmured, but with so much fondness that the insult lost all its weight.

"Yeah, yeah! Quick, next photo!" Ellie exclaimed, shrugging as she made a useless attempt to fix her hair for the last shot. "Come on, Abs!"

For the final picture, Abigail cupped Ellie’s face with one hand (there was no need for both…) and pulled her in without hesitation. Their lips met in an inexplicably soft and tender kiss, a perfect conclusion to their little moment.

Ellie’s hands, adorned with rings and veined along her arms, quickly found their place at the nape of Abigail’s neck, fingers tangling into her blonde locks. The kiss, gentle at first, grew more intense—needier, almost aggressive—until Abby bit Ellie’s lower lip, tugging it back slightly before releasing it with a quick peck, soothing the faint sting.

Still catching her breath, Ellie pulled away and, with a playful nudge of her foot, pushed Abby back before stepping out to check the pictures. She tried (and failed) to contain her excitement as Abby quickly followed, slipping an arm around her waist from behind.

Each of them ended up with a strip of the three photos—Williams tucking hers behind the transparent case of her phone, while Anderson slipped hers into the pocket of her worn leather wallet.